She cuddled in her hold and closed her eys trying to sleep, though she felt.. cold. WHY did she continue to feel so very cold? It was like she wore nothing and all the heat left her body.
We rode slowly through the night. When I felt her begin to shiver I cast a warmth spell over us, not sure if it would help but it was all I could do for her other than cuddle her closer and hold the cape closed around us.
We gradually grew closer to the hamlet. Only a few hours left to go.
She woke briefly feeling like.. someone touchedher. or brushed by. Something... she couldn't remember and clutched darkmoon's shirt before shuddering and closing her eyes again determand to sleep. Now though her body was beinging to feel cold to the touch. Very cold.
I worried as she shivered again and clutched my shirt convulsively, but there was nothing more I could do, other than the infusion of warmth. We had to reach the hamlet first. Only so much can be done on horseback.
"Hold on Fran. Hold on. I'm trying but we can only go so fast with me carrying you, horse or no horse."
It was some time, felt like an eternity before htey reached the hamlet. Franny was paniced and scared. Very paniced. Her breathing harsh adn fast, she was hyyperventilating her eyes dialted and every tattoo on her body flaring like a serries of lighting strikes
Reaching the hamlet I stopped in front of the only building large enough to be the town's temple.
I turned in the saddle and shifted until I could set Fran on the saddle. Still supporting her I dropped to the ground then slid her off into my arms and walked to the door.
"Hello," I hollered, "open the door." I kicked it and kicked it hollering until an old woman pulled it open saying, "Shut up. Stop the yelling. I'm here, I'm here."
Seeing the woman in my arms, she pulled the door wide and stepped aside so we could enter. Once inside she said, "Come along, come along young man." and scurried off into the building leading us to a room with a bed.
"Lay her down there and tell me what's happened to her."
I gave her a brief explaination beginning with the missing clothing and concluding with us at her door.
"Alright young man. Now step aside and let me see what is possible to do for her."
OOC: Presuming you do not have a priestess at the moment, I will take this bit-part.
IC: I took the fretful girl to a quiet room in the temple, one of the seldom-used bedrooms, ordering her companion to leave and allow her to rest. I could see already that the stranger had told only half the truth about what had happened to her, and carefully left out his own involvement in his predicament.
"Men!" I tutted as I brought warm water to wash her and cooling salves to take care of her wounds and abrassions. "No concept of how to treat a virgin."
I heard her mumble in her half-wakeful state and looked at her.
"Don't be afraid, sweet child. You just had a rather troubling introduction to the adult world. If you wish, we do have ways of repaying the discourtesy he did to you... but perhaps that is for later. For now, sleep."
I held her as she tried to sit. It was often the case that someone exhausted needed to talk before being able to truly rest and heal. I picked up a tonic I had prepared for such an occassion and helped her to drink it.
"This will give you strength, child," she said. "Strength enough to speak. So tell me, who is here... what is it you fear?"
"I.. don't know.. I feel them.. close.." she paused to try and get her breath shaking hard "They stole my clothing.. left my socks.. but, they were socks from home. I don't know what's happening! I'm not doing nothing wrong, I was just out to find a spell. I haven't bothered anyone!" she was starting to panic and hyperventilate.
I remain outside of the door listening.
At the priestess's " 'Men!" I tutted as I brought warm water to wash her and cooling salves to take care of her wounds and abrassions. "No concept of how to treat a virgin.' I was rather pissed off. All I'd done was dampen the pain centers in her brain and enhance the pleasure center. Seems to me far kinder than letting her feel all of the pain and perhaps not as much of the pleasure as a result.
I continued to listen as Franny answered her, but it wasn't very informative.
OOC: I read the introduction, and what its about. I didn't have time to read the rest though. So please fill me in on any important details, that you find VERY important.
Real world
Mr. Mister de Struk
Age: 26
Criminal mastermind, and Billionaire
Virtual world
Mr. Mosey
Necromancer
Equip: the cane of dark rage, durable vials of potions around his belt, wears a black shirt with basic black pants, demon neck tie, and a very nice pair of shoes. He dosn't need a spell book except for studying.
ic: I walked towards my computer, sat down in my red swivel chair... and fell. I qiuckly got back up, and dusted myself off. I shouted at the two guards, "what hell are you still standing there for! Get out of my room! Go on, shoo!". The guards quickly went outside, and shut the door. I sat back down on my chair, and just remembered something. Rushing towards the doors, I opened them, and shouted in the guards ear, "and remember to call somebody to get my chair fixed later! Dammit!". I then shut the door again, making the guard temporarily tone deaf.
I sat down on my swivel chair again, and turned on the computer. It was time to login to the VR world.
I frowned in confusion. "Your socks from home?" I asked. "What do you mean exactly that someone stole your clothes but left your socks from home?"
The words were very strange to me. This was one of the wanderers who oft passed through this area. Any clothes she had she would carry with her for it was doubtful she even maintained much of a home, and certainly the adventurers didn't go home often enough to make it a good idea to leave clothes there.
She couldn't focus and burst into tears a mix of things just finally making her feel like she was going to crack. She wanted out of the game, but they told her when she went in that till ehr time was up there was no getting out early.
((OOC: hey cool HK need more players. Basicly the only real big things is that my gal is going after a spellthat a dragon in the northern country could teach her if she's nice enough. BF's charactor's messing with her head and PP seems interested in fucking her brains out. LOL))
I simply logged on to the computer, and leaned back on my swivel chair. Sure I fell again, but that didn't stop me. I kicked the chair to the other side of the room, and pressed a button. The floor opened up, and up came my big, and comfy chair. Now leaning back was no problem. I put on my headset, logged on to the VR world, flexed my knuckles, and relaxed. It was time to check how my evil empire was doing.
"It's all right," I said, soothing her. "If you need to rest, that can be arranged. I have another brew here which can grant you a nights dreamless, restful sleep. Then, perhaps, in the morning, you will find yourself stronger to face whatever travails you must."
I held out a black potion bottle and uncorked it. The sweet, musky scent wafted on the breeze towards her.
Franny looked at the vile and then took it she thought for several moments then drank it down hoping it would do as promised. She closed her eyes laying back still feeling cold, even to the touch.
I was instantly there. I was by myself, in the middle of a road. I was in the dark lands of the Gleam realm. I smiled, and said, "perfect". I was heading towards a different destination, but I had to pick up a few things first. A few dead things. I headed for the closest cemetary, or graveyard.
Sure I could use a stronger army, but I just needed something sufficient for now. Clearing my throat, I sunk my cane into the cemetary soil, and said the words. "Wake up! C'mon, get up now. I ain't got all day! Pick yourselves up, and get out of the ground already!", I yelled. The floor rumbled, and I smiled. Pretty soon, zombies and skeletons rised from the ground. I smiled, and said, "c'mon kids, follow the leader". I clapped my hands, walked, and they followed.
Once I had made sure the girl was asleep, I cast a few wards of safety and exited. I nearly walked straight into her companion, who stood just beyond the door, listening. I glared at him, certain in the knowledge that whatever had happened to her, he had prepared the way with his treatment of her virginity.
"Come," I said, walking down the stairs. "She is safe and protected, and needs her sleep."
"My thanks for your kind offer but I've pledged to do all I can to ensure her safety.
"She was nearly abducted the other night, but luckily I was able to find her.
"I'll remain here thank you, where I'm at hand if needed, for the night."
I settled to the floor outside the door and leaned back on the wall my sword across my lap.
Franny finally woke, sitting up. She still felt cold but at least calmer as sunlight filtered into the room. She sat up and found Darkmoon in the room instantly asking as to how she felt
"Better"
She couldn't remember much of last night "Were are we?"
Me, and my dead companions travelled out of the Gleam realm, and towards a peaceful village. "I'm going to get a virtual drink boys. You just do your job, guard me well", I said. I opened the inn doors, and all eyes looked toward me. My dead followers finding places to stand guard. Two of them stood outside the door. The NPC bartender glared at me, and said, "get out. We don't serve your kind here". I smiled, and said, "you do now".
"Fran, I have no idea," I said holding a mug of water for you to drink.
"We'd travelled and camped. Went for a swim and were making love when you suddenly 'felt cold'. You couldn't find your clothes just socks from the real world.
"I carried you here to the priestess/healer in this hamlet on horseback and have sat guarding you as you slept.
"That's all I know."