Homebrew Dungeons & Dragons Sex Campaign

[Goonmaster]

 

[Ravenloft]

Coin is fine, but sex is divine.

Greenbite is in it for the... experience.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Jola will be looking for work. So any job that pays sounds good to her.

 

[Goonmaster]

Aaargh! I spent over am hour last night writing an intro for the game, then when I went to post it, it logged me out and deleted everythingI so let's try this again, shall we? Aaaand Action!
Talaveroth: a Tale of Misfits and Oddballs
Introduction:
It is a beautiful warm, and breezy evening, as the Sun sets in the horizon, beyond the mighty Nâr Barâk mountains, casting a pinkish light into the Sky, reflecting against the three Moons of Talaveroth. At the center of the Mountain Chain, lie three majestic Peaks, connected by massive stone bridges, and thick steel cables, supporting pully wagons and zipline systems. On top of the Peaks, sits the most iconic City in Talaveroth: the City of the Three Peaks, where Heroes are made and undone every day…
Ruled by the Granite Clan, the City is a major urban and cultural hub of the Six Clans of Nar Barâk, a Federation of Moutain Dwarves, recently united by King Thornad Dragonslayer, and his Human Wizard Queen. Together, in less than a decade, they have transformed the loose Alliance of Clans into a strong, and very culturally diverse Kingdom, attracting many People of all races and Countries to its borders. And the Three Peaks truly testifie to this change. Still largely Dwarven (about 70%), the City now boasts over fourty thousand Residents, including growing populations of Humans, Gnomes, Elves, Half Elves, Halflings, Tiefling, Dragonborn, Half Orcs, and even small groups of Goblins, Ogres, and Minotaurs! Those are only the recorded ones…
All the famous buildings stick out of the equally famous skyline, portrayed in many Paintings and illustrations: The Granite Palace, Temple of Moradin, Church of Meryn, Grand Arcane University, Alliance Headquarters, to name a few, all watch imposingly over the rest of the City. The crystal clear water from the Hot Springs cascade over the edge of the Middle Peak, evaporating in a mist that covers the Granite Valley down below.
Our Story begins on the crowded bridge between the Middle and Lower Peak. Hanging on the side of the colossal stone bridge, suspended in the air by one of the Zipline cables, and connected to the bridge by a ridiculously small, narrow stone pathway, is a rugged building, which happens to be the most renowned Adventurer's spot in the World: the Tavern of the Hanging Chicken. Many famous Adventurers are said to have started their careers there, and since then, it has attracted many more to Gavin Mc Cullik's iconic establishment, which actually has a giant pair of chicken legs, just dangling thousands of feet over the Granite Valley.
Right outside the front door, looking at a wall full of Wanted posters, Job Offers, personal adds and many other private services, stands an odd group of five Adventurers…
The surrounding crowd of street merchants, Guild Workers, thugs, whores, and Strangers cannot help but stare in shock at Jola, and her Naga snake-like, bendy and feminine body, slithering around…but after all, this IS the City of the Three Peaks…a Minotaur walks along the bridge, carrying an entire wagon full of goods, stopping by a food stand to get some lunch. Local kids seem to love him, and the People on the streets don't seem to mind too much.
Greenbite gets quite a few dirty looks, especially from the Dwarven majority, and despite a burgeoning civilized Goblin community. But her surprising beauty always catches them by surprise…especially the Men…one second they look like they might lynch her, then next thing you know, they're scuttling away, blushing, and trying to conceal the bulge in their pants…
Meso, the mysterious and handsome Air Genasi, also seems to have some effect on the local female population…at least a few Maidens pass by, look at him whispering at each other, then prance away giggling…
No one seems to pay too much attention to Nara, the pale, slender androgenous Wood Elf, and Aria, the sexy Human Woman Cleric. Compared to the other three, they blend into the crowd rather well…
There is a lot of traffic coming in and out of the Hanging Chicken, and each time the door swings open, our Heroes can hear hints of a wild party happening inside, unleashing bursts of loud reveling sounds, music, and aromas of roasted meat, alcohol, smoke, and sex…
One of the posters on the Wall reads “Crazy Bastards needed for Odd jobs. Inquire inside. Bring only your courage, and cunning! Ask for Gavin.”

 

[Ravenloft]

Greenbite was as equally well aware of the racist sneers she drew as she was to the lustful leers she received. She delt with them by holding her head high and flashing a little leg, respectively. She stayed a few paces behind the snek lady, enamored with the way she moved, weaving her way through the press of people with an easy grace. The charm of the minotaur amongst the curious young running about gave her a smile and the girlish attention Meso was apparently oblivious to made her chuckle softly. The others, she would have to get to know better before she made judgements upon their character.

Noticing the poster, Greenbite stopped to read it, calling out to her new companions. "Meeso, Joola! Come look! Someone eez looking for clazy bas-turds! Zat eez us, vouldnt you sey?" She said in her thick foreign accent

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Meso had just bought as many ales as he could carry, and he was looking through the crowd for his new friends. On the way he almost tripped, but a little push of air helped him right himself. He did end up spilling a lot of the beer, but there was still enough left to drink by the time he made it over to Greenbite. He handed her one of the mugs and squinted at the poster. “Oh, you said Crrrazy... Yeah, I’m up for it!” He looked back at the other three and jerked his head toward the poster.

 

[Ravenloft]

Tossing back the offered beer in one go, Greenbite did what was customary in her nearly forgotten homelands of Gur Tahk and smashed the mug on the hard packed ground with a laugh and ran her firearm across her lips. "Hah! I vould go to anozeer one of those, Meeso! Come! Letz go een, and vind zis Gaveen! Vee vill show heem we are zee craziest of feesh poop! Yes?!"

 

[TheWhiteBull]

"I take offense to being labelled crazy." Nara offered as he perused the listing. His wide brim hat protected him from the brunt of the midday sun, as did the strange new lenses he had picked up from a local artificer. "It is not my fault if those around me are simply unable to recognize my eccentricities as far ahead of their time." And indeed his outfit did call to mind the word eccentric. "Nevertheless..." he continued, "we are in need of work and Gentleman Gavin is in need of workers. So let us move forward indeed and offer our services." With this he sauntered further inside the inn, swaying his hips as he lithely moved around its other occupants.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Earlier that same day
Jola Dasa

I traveled down the muddy, unpaved streets of the three peaks’ slums. The smell of sewage was strong in this area. There were no sanitation services or working sewer system in this area of the city. But there were poor people all around me. Mainly dwarves, but humans, half orc, and others too. Even though it was crowded, few people wanted to be near me. A Naga is not a common sight, even for this large cosmopolitan city.

I had chosen to live in the city's slums because the poorest living conditions were actual prefect for me. I preferred to kill my food, and within the city, the slums were rife with possibilities. Slums were filled with nasty creatures. Snakes loved to remove them.

I passed the gated watchtower which was empty. The city’s watch should be here, but the watch was under no pressure to protect the poorest members of the city. Too dangerous and there were no rewards. That was where I detected the scent of human blood and followed the trail.

Back around the watchtower, in the side alley was a series of collapsed shanty houses, and a pool of standing water coming from the massive broken storm pipe. The smell of blood was getting stronger. But I saw no bloodstains. Although my upper body was that of a beautiful, voluptuous, white haired human, my lower body was that of a purple scaled serpent. I possessed snake skills such as vision in almost total darkness, a keen of smell, and a general sense of perception.

I slithered into the pool of water as I continued to pursued the blood scent. Naga are great swimmers and the scent took me into the broken and collapsed storm pipe system. As I swam 20 feet into the huge pipe, the water gave way to sand. A large furry creature was feasting on the small mangled body. My forked serpentine tongue tasted the air, I had found the source of the human blood. I had also found the child; the people had asked me to find.

The smell of fresh blood was intoxicating, but I forced myself to focus on the hunt. The beast feasting on the child was a dire rat of huge size. It had to be almost 6 feet long and weighed over 100 pounds. I slid toward the beast silently getting ready to strike. But before I could attack, the rat turned from its kill and looked at me. There was blood on its gnawing teeth.

The rat’s unblinking eyes held my gaze then it took off in a hurry down the storm pipe and disappeared. My heart raced as I slithered after the massive rat. I needed to catch and kill the beast. I could not see it, but followed its scent. Past some fallen boulders, into a deep thicket of swamp grass. Light from a drainage grate above, provided plenty of illuminate for me.

I burst into thick grass in a whirl of purple scales. I spotted a trace of rat fur ahead and leapt onto it. It was the dire rat’s back. The rat spun and its teeth raked at my snake flanks but my scales were too hard, and I barely noticed the bites.

My two sword shorts slashed into the rat’s back as it squealed. My snake coils wrapped around the creature and began to squeeze.

“You have killed your last child.” I told the rat as I slice through its neck, blood sprayed out. The rat stopped struggling and was dead in seconds. I uncoiled myself and looked down at it. I took my sword and cut off one of the rat’s back legs. I picked up the leg and sank my teeth into the hot bloody meat.

I never understood how dwarves and humans could enjoy their food. The taste for living meat was so much better. After all, where’s the fun in a meal without a good chase?

I finished my rat leg dinner and then I cutting up the edible parts of the dire rat for future meals. In the process, I discovered a golden ring in the rat’s belly.

“Its my lucky day” I said to myself. I had no idea how that ring was going to put me on a dangerous path. If I had, I might not have said it was my “lucky day”. I went back to the dead child. It saddened me to see such a young life taken. The rat had been preying on children in this area. At least, I had put an end to it. I picked up the girl’s body and made my way out of the storm drain.

The human family was sad to learn of their child’s death. They had expected it, but I confirmed they worst fears. The other people, who had gathered around were happy I had slayed the beast. People thanked me, but no one got too close. I guess I was not the kind of hero, you got close to. And they call snake’s cold blooded!

2 hours later

I had washed the blood out of my clothing and headed towards the smithy district. I had been advised there was an honest smith, Brubig Grimbelly, that would tell me the true value of the ring. The forge was called “Hammer Glamor”. Dwarves and their odd sense of humor.

I passed into the Traven district and saw Greenbite, my goblin friend, near the Tavern of the Hanging Chicken. She waving for me to come over. I had met her a while back. She and I were being spat upon, by some racist dwarves. Nothing like getting spat upon to start out a friendship. She was interesting goblin and had good ideas. She was the one that had suggested, I try being a high-class whore. I had told her I did not know of any male Naga’s in the city. She said that other races would love to fuck me! She pointed out my unhinged jaw, which would allow me to swallow any sized cock. And with my snake tail, I could please most females! She even thought my forked tongue would be amazing in bed!

I had given the idea a lot of thought. I did like sleeping with warm blooded, two legs. It was great to curl up next them and I did love sex. But I decided at the time, to continue to do odd jobs for the people of the slums.

I slithered over to her and she pointed to wall full of Wanted posters, Job Offers, personal ads. The “Crazy Bastards needed for Odd jobs” announcement seemed to get all their attention. I notice a small ad for a “rat catcher”. I thought that might be better for me. But I followed the group inside the Traven.

The Ranger named Meso brought over some beers. “Thank you” I said to him. I took the mug and sipped at it. “My name is Jola Dasa” I introduced myself. Then I looked at everyone at our table.

"I don't know most of you. Shall we all do a quick introduction?" I suggested.

 

[Ravenloft]

Greenbite have Nara a mock look of surprise at his offense. "Vee all go a little mad sometimes..." She teased him, he was just so serious, but secretly, she liked him, he was a little snek like in the way he moved and that turned her on. She was curious about his bite too, but wouldn't admit to it even if she were cornered. "Oh, vee don't know if this Gaveen is a geentleman... Yet, but eef he has coin to pay, I vould hear what he has to sey." He went first, swaying his hips, his etiquette in putting himself first instead of politely letting Jola and her enter vexed her a bit, but his sauntering display was pleasing to the eye, so she let it go.

Inside, they hot a table and Greenbite took her spot next to Jola, ever since they met a few days ago, and shared in in the less than pleasant experience of being spat upon by racists, she had grown more and more enamored of the snek lady. Almost protective of her, even though she was tiny and weak compared to Jola, barely a snack to her really.

Nodding, she agreed with Jola, introductions were indeed in order. "And my name eez Greenbite, servant of Yig, the great snek, master of fertility and poison..." She reached under the table and gently rubbed at Jola's scales, warming her with her touch, affectionately. She looked pointedly to the next member of their party sitting next to her to continue by giving them their introductions. "And you are?" She prompted with a slow grin as her hand secretly searched for something more... Intimate on Jola's smooth scales. If anyone knew the secrets of snek anatomy, it would be a follower of Yig.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

The vampire removed his hat now that they were safely inside but left the pink-tinted lenses on his face. “For those who have not yet had the pleasure, I am Nara. Master warrior, lover extraordinaire, and amateur enthusiast of the fine arts.”

He shook his head and made his long white locks settle down over his shoulders. Removing a small pouch from his belt he retrieved what appeared to be makeup from it and began to apply some to his lips and cheeks. Seeing a strange look from someone sitting next to them he grinned and simply said “ I prefer to look my best at all times dear sir.”

 

[Goonmaster]

As you all enter the Tavern, you are immediately assailed by sounds and smells. It is a rowdy place, full of random Adventurers engaging in various activities such as gambling, brawling, knife games, dancing, singing along with the Bards up on the stage, and some debauched sex, all accompanied by copious amounts of food and drink.
On one of the tables in the corner, a Tiefling clad in leather bikini armor is getting absolutely railed by a muscular Half-Orc, fully naked, as they merrily and casually share a pitcher of Ale and a roasted Boar leg. Halflings Rogues play five finger Fillet on the bar, placing bets. One of them stabs himself, causing the others to laugh hysterically. By the fireplace, two wizardly Elves discuss spell formulas over a glass of wine, obviously flirting with each other. By the stage, a group of twenty or so mixed people dance sensually to the music being played by a band of four Bards (a Halfling, Half Orc, Wood Elf and Forest Gnome.
Upstairs, on the balcony, parties of serious Adventurers on the clock sit at tables littered with Maps, books and gear, planning their next moves
The rest of the bar area seems to be populated with Dwarves.
The inside of the Hanging Chicken is just as odd and interesting as the outside. For one, it feel a lot more spacious than what the outside let out. Many pieces of wondrous architecture decorate and give life to the Building, such as dancing lights, unseen servants carrying food and drinks, floating books forming stairs, reshaping themselves on command, dimension doors leading to V.I.P lounges, at least a few of which give you blatant clues to sexual activity inside…moaning and grunting sounds can be heard from some of them. You see an Elf Woman, a Gnome and a Human Man come out of one, giggling, all holding hands, as they rejoin their Party upstairs…”I hate planning routes, haha! Hopefully they're done arguing endlessly…fucking Paladins, man…”
Finally, behind the bar, standing on top of a whiskey barrel, a sturdy, middle aged looking Dwarf with thick red hair, and an elaborate braded and bejeweled beard, laughs heartily and barks orders at the same time, almost performing for his large crowd of regulars…”Ah, ya' should have seen it back in the days, Lads! My Knights of the Hangin' Chicken, when they fought at the Battle of the Grey Valley, and Pinekeep…now THAT was a Party! Oi!!! You two tusked Barbarians, if ya' break anything….” His crowd of Regulars finishes his signature catchphrase for him…”I'll BREAK YOU!” and erupt in laughter.
A random drunken Rock Gnome shouts “Gavin! Tell us again about the Giant Tentacle!”
He points at the massive Trophy Wall to the side of the fireplace, stacked full of random Monster trophies: a Direwolf head, an Umber Hulk's pincer, a Devil's Horn (amidst others), and…a 15 foot long Tentacle, preserved and displayed…
Gavin shakes his head…”I really have te' tell ya' this bloody story EVERY NIGHT, don't I? Fucking Thanicles…”

 

[Ravenloft]

"Oooo! She looks like she eez having fun!" Greenbite points out the Tiefling getting hammered from behind, doggy style, as she enjoyed her food and drink. The use of magic here was just as copious as the food, drink and sex being consumed all around the, it filled Greenbite with excitement.

"Gaveen?" She perked up, hearing his name thrown about. "Yes, Gaveen, some of us have not heard this story yet! Please do tell us?" Greenbite called out, interested in hearing about this tentacle, herself, she hoped it was filthy and full of naughty details, the kind that would make a sailor blush.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

With a shrug directed at Greenbite, Meso walks up to preoccupied tiefling and leans against a nearby table.

“So, you look like you know how to have a good time in this city. Got any recommendations for a ranger in town for a visit?”

 

[Ravenloft]

Greenbite stared in awe as Meso went right over to the Tiefling and... Was he hitting on her or asking for a tour guide?! She clapped one hand over her mouth to smother a shocked laugh at his antics. "Meeso, you've got veery beeg balls! Careful not to treep over zem now!" She called out to him, giggling. Of course she didn't really know how big they were, but she was pretty interested to find out after that little stunt. "Or let greeny meany rip zem off, at least not before I geet to see zem once!" She warned him that the half orc pumping her full of of what kind of looked like an asparagus stalk to her from this angle, was looking kind of pissed off about the intrusion on his good time.

 

[Goonmaster]

As Nara pulls out his makeup kit and freshens up, he notices a few eyes on him…one of the Bards on stage, the Wood Elf Lute virtuoso, is clearly ogling him, moving his fingers faster and harder across the fret board, making intense eye contact with him…One of his Human Groupies steps up on stage, and starts dancing seductively around him…he whispers something in her ear, and they both stare at Nara, smiling…
Greenbite walks up to the bar, and listens to Gavin's story…”Alright, ya' wanka's, it was ten years ago…I was right here where ya' see me, minding me own business, when that crazy Wizard Thanicles just stumbled right out of a bloody portal, like he always does…Yeah, he appeared right where that sexy Goblin Lass is standing right there…Nice hair by the way, Girl! Can I getcha somethin’? Anyway, the same damn Wizard who turned me Tavern into a Chicken and nearly made it crash down the fucking Mountain, comes BACK into me' bar…only this time, he's got THAT thing chasing him through the portal! So you know me, I grabbed me' hammer and went to town on that tentacle…it was actually attached to something way bigger…We kept hurling barrels of Whiskey down the portal, until it was drunk enough to lower its guard…then BOOM, I smashed it right as Thanicles closed the portal…five thousand gold in fucking repairs, totaI! Not to mention those two poor Newbies…plus, I think it got inside of me a bit…interesting experience…wouldn't do it again…and if I ever see that drunk Asshole Wizard again, I'll kick his arse m'self!” the Crowd laughs and cheers, toasting to the Giant Tentacle. Greenbite notices a random Dwarf passed out on one of the bar stools…he kicks him off the stool, wipes it off, and invites her to sit down…”Oi, Love! Why don't ya' sit down and have a drink on me, tell us ya' story…ya don’t look like yer from around here…and if I may say, you must be the sexiest Goblin I've ever seen! Here ya go, cheers!” Gavin offers her a shot of firewater, and takes one himself, toasting her.
Meso cannot help but stop and stare at the Tiefling and Half Orc, happily copulating on the table nearby…As he addresses them, they take a look at him, surprised to meet an Air Genasi, a rare species, even in the Three Peaks…they both smile at him…”Honey, look, an Air Genasi! They look soooo cool! Hi sexy! Aaaagh yes, Fuck me hard!” The Half Orc extends his hand to you, as he’s ramming his sultry and curvy Tiefling girlfriend/wife, gripping her purple ponytail to her great delight…”What's up, bro? I’m Garthok, and this is my Girlfriend Sophia, we're celebrating a successful Treasure Hunt! You want in on this, man? She totally has a thing for Elementals and Genasi….Sophia squeals in pleasure…”Mmmm yes! Get over here, I wanna taste that cloudy deliciousness…

OOC: Still waiting to see what Aria and Jola do once inside…

 

[Ravenloft]

Greenbite turned a hand to her blood red hair and coiled a lock around one finger, appreciating the compliment. It was not a normal color for a goblin, which is why she was cast out of Gur Tahk, they thought she was a witch or demon posessed or something, so they rested and hated her. "You like? Maybe you'll find the rug matching the rigging... Later... A barley wine would be fine" she teased and rhymed, not knowing she had unintentionally gotten the saying wrong.

"Beeger? How much beeger, do you think it was?" She asked, interested in the story. "Eet eez surprising that this place still stands after such a... Flogging! You aught to have taken the damages right out of the fooleesh weezards bum!"

Accepting the seat and the free drink, Greenbite flashed him a fangy toothed grin, one of the gifts she had received from Yig. Her teeth could strike like a venomous snek, if she so chose. "Flatterer!" She accused, knocking back the offered drink. "I'm from..." She began, coughing a little from the strong drink. "Gur Tahk, but zey couldn't handle me, so set banished me for being too much for zem... I vas drawn to the veywild from zere, but I vound I was not accepted zere either... I began to think zey were right about me, zat I was a witch or posessed by demons, until Yig came to me in my dreams and showed me zat I vas a daughter of zee great snek. He showed me the cycle of life, from birth to death and I honor his teachings vherever I go. But that is only zee begining of my story, zere eez much left to be written... Perhaps vee vill write a scene togezeer?" Her accent seemed to be growing thicker, the more she drank, or maybe it was just because she was getting drunk... It didn't taker her much, she was so small.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Jola

I had never been inside the Tavern of the Hanging Chicken. But the place was wild. Really, really, wild. There was so much going on, it was hard to focus. From the couple fucking in one corner to the elf mages trading spells. There was so much to take in. I was content to just listen and learn. My table mate, Greenbite was not. She was in her element here. One moment, I was feeling her hand on my private parts, the next she was up at the bar, flirting with more people.

Then I heard something I had not expected. The dwarf bartender/owner said “if I ever see that drunk Asshole Wizard again, I'll kick his arse m'self”. Drunk Asshole Wizard! I had been raised from an egg by the drunk wizard. I was to be his familiar. Several years ago, he disappear, exploring different planes of existence.

Sounds like the asshole came back, being chased by that tentacle monster. But he never looked me up? No card or letter, nothing. ASSHOLE.

I got up from the table “Excuse me… but I need to chat with the owner, Gavin”. Slithered over to Greenbite and Gavin. My snake tail coiling and uncoiling in my agitated state. It finally decided wrapping around Greenbite’s bar stool leg and her foot.

“I was just starting to enjoy your hand… you tease.” I whispered into Greenbite’s ear. Then I turned to the owner.

“Mc Cullik did this asshole wizard have grey, clumsy hair, glittering green eyes, and radiant, joyful face? Was he wearing a flopping wizard hat and green cloak? And for some inexplicable reason, did you think at first, he might be a nice guy?” I asked him.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

Seeing the two ladies had the conversation with Gavin in hand, Nara felt compelled to oblige the two obvious oglers. His lipstick and rouge perfected he slid past Meso and his new friends to the stage. Leaping up with a flourish he offered his hand to the human and they now danced together in time to the bard’s tune. Their bodies engaging in a teasing rhythm, he pulled her close while she pulled away. Finally the song ended with him holding her halfway lowered to the ground. He craned his neck close to her ear and whispered:

“Be careful my friends. I see your eyes on me and understand. But I fear that I must warn you, I never bite off less than I can chew.” For good measure he let his lips glide down the side of her neck until he could apply a slight pressure with his fangs. Just enough to break the skin and retreat. The next song began and he whirled her back up into his arms and the my spun with her curvy rear now firmly pressed into him.

 

[Ravenloft]

Caught in the coils of Jola's long, sexy tail, Greenbite blushed and slipped a tiny hand around her to press tenderly against her side. "I vill make it up to you tonight, vin vee are alone, Joola." She promised even as she started running her hands over her smooth scales again. Being intimate with Jola was more to Greenbite than just innocent flirtations, it was worship and prayer, her devotionals to Yig. She was just scatter brained, that was all, too easily distracted by all the flash and flair of the moment. Jola's whispered reminder would keep her focused, at least until something else caught her attention... Sometimes "goblin brain" as she called it, could really be a detriment to getting things done. In fact...

Her eye was drawn to the stage where Nara was dancing with a girl, seducing her with ease. The sight made her grin but as Jola discribed the wizard to Gavin, something clicked and she turned back to the two of them. "Wait... Zat is zee weezard vee ver talking about?! Zee one who left you to vend vor yourself?" Greenbite snarled at the mention of the bass-turd. "Zat feesh poop! He vas here?!"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Meso blinked in surprise. It would be rude to say no, he thought. Looking over his shoulder at Greenbite and Jola introducing themselves to Gavin, he thought about it a moment. “Ah, they’ll fill me in later.”

He looked “Well, I was just planning to have a chat, but if you’re offering I’d be a fool not to join in.”

He unbuttoned his dark hide pants, pulling out his quickly stiffening cock. Light blue and lined with both veins and szuldar, it was weighty in his hand, despite his airy nature. “Garthok and Sophia, huh? It’s really nice to meet you,” he said as he stepped toward the tiefling’s face.

 

[Goonmaster]

As Jola slithers to the bar and joins Greenbite, she draws a lot of eyes. Gavin sees her coming and greets her…”By Moradin…a Naga! Greetings, my Lady…I don’t think I've ever met one of your kind before. Only heard of them in Tales and Legends. Have a drink on me! I see you already know my new favorite Goblin in town…”
As she inquires about Thanicles, and describes him, Gavin nods and agrees…”Yep…Ay…ay…that's him alright! A powerful, but dangerous fellow, especially when he's drunk, which is all the time…I think he means well…after all, he did help the Alliance defeat the Archwitch at the Floating Isles, and the Red Dragon Clan at the Emerald City. But he just leaves a trail of Mayhem everywhere he goes. Trust me, the less you see him, the better…So tell me, how did you two meet?”
Meanwhile, Nara approaches the stage, and dances by the Bard and his Groupie…she immediately starts rubbing herself against both the (unknown) Vampire, and the Wood Elf, whose bulge in his pants is growing quick. The dark haired human groupie grinds harder and harder on both of them…
In the Dining area, Meso has already dropped his pants, and is busy getting intensely deepthroated by Sophia, as she is still getting pounded by Garthok, her Half Orc Treasure hunter companion…he high fives Meso…”Nice, bro! You like to party, I like that! We've been looking for some extra help on the road, I think you'd be great! What d'you think, Babe?”
Sophia nods, only able to produced muffled choking sounds of pleasure, as she devours Meso's cock. She gives a thumbs up, and smiles, drool dripping down her face…

 

[Goonmaster]

OOC: Is Aria still in the Game?

 

[milkmaiden38]

Jola

Some two legs were good, some were bad. Now Greenbite, she was a good two legs. She was a little naughty, but that is what made her good. After Greenbite offered to spend the night with me, I accepted.

“Greenbite, you know I can’t stay mad at you. I will be wait until tonight!” I whispered to her.

Then I turned to Gavin Mc Cullik. He seemed like another good two legs. I imitated Greenbite voice and said “zee weezard, hees feesh poop!” I told Gavin. My imitation was good enough to get a chuckle out of him.

“I was raised by the bastard wizard. When he was around. Taught me a few spells and then took off. In the meantime, been doing some work for the people living in the slums. Looking for something different. What can you tell me about the poster on the wall. The one that reads Crazy Bastards needed for Odd jobs. Inquire inside. Bring only your courage, and cunning! Ask for Gavin.”

 

[Ravenloft]

Greenbite let out a soft purring sound of delight and pressed in closer to Jola, giving her some of her warmth. She couldn't wait to feel Jola coil tightly around her tonight!

She would have been content to just cuddle into her for a while, but she heard Jola repeat her and lifted her head from her shoulder, scowling slightly. "Zat eez vat I said! Don't confuse zee poor dvarf! You'll only make heem nervous!" It was unclear weather she was playing right along with the joke or was willfully ignorant of Jola's playful teasing.

Content with her scolding, she went back to resting her head on Jola's shoulder, getting a day dreamy look on her face, having completely forgotten about the reason they had all originally come into the hanging chicken, in her revert. "Goblin brain" could be a real problem sometimes. If it weren't for Jola and her other companions, Greenbite would never stay on task for long!