Too Much DnD? (PM Interest)

[Drakkwall]

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Too Much DnD?​

My name is Duke Roy Williams, I am a hard working PE teacher at a high school in England, I am single, having recently broken up with my girlfriend after discovering she was cheating on me with my brother. I am 6'10" tall, blond with a strong beard line, I enjoy reading books and I am also a hardcore Dungeons and Dragons player, and Dungeon Master, always ready to play either online or with my friends on the table in my basement.

Today is friday, my friends are coming over for a weekend of DnD, I got the snacks, the pizza delivery on speed dial, the miniatures, the maps, the notes, the character sheets, the extra beds and the god of all drinks, ginger ale soda. This group of adventurers would be fun to discover how they went, I had already planned the adventure and one of the players is a hot girl from my class, who has voiced her interest in DnD. A good looking big chested cheerleader, sure she wasn't the only girl in the group but she was the hottest DnD player I've ever seen, we had already made u pa character for her, a drow, a dark elf, recently fled from the Underdark, the great underground cavern world where all manners of dark and evil things live, to pursue a life on the surface.

I pull up the character sheet with the image she had painted, it looked like a drow copy of herself, she had even added her own name to the character, which sounded rather elven, apparently were her parents celtic in religion and wanted her to have a name close to her heritage. Putting down the paper on the floor I move to get a soda while waiting for the gang to arrive, when I suddenly lost my footing, stepping on a rubber ball my cat liked to play with and everything went black as I fell down and struck my head.

When I got up I was groggy and dizzy, I couldn't see to well, but I was not in my basement, it was hot and sunny, the air warm, it had been winter when i lost conscious, god I hope didn't go into a coma, but then again maybe I am just having a dream? Griping the surface of a rock I stagger to my feet, my vision clearing up and I see a backpack with heavy medieval looking armor lying by a tree, it looked a bit like the armor the NPC I was going to rp as the drow's guide. But my head is hurting too much, I need something to cool it off, I hear the sound of splashing water and stagger through some bushes and see clear blue liquid.

Knelling down by the water I gather it in my hands and splashes it over my face, I could feel the headache start to subside, I drink some of the water and stagger to my feet and begin to move back through the bushes. I then heard a branch snap nearby, a dark shape moves out of the bushes towards me, raising my hands, afraid it was an animal, I feel a fist strike my elbow and I automatically respond by gripping the wrist and make a claw like lash at the where I thought the head was located, I only grace the shoulder, a leather strap of some kind snapping from my finger striking it.

A knee hits my stomach, but it is weak, I reach out and try to grip a belt, only to grasp naked skin and a string, I tug on tit and succeed in throwing my opponent off balance. I then try to do a upper cut only for it to hit some kind of stretchy material that flips up as I strike. A foot hits my stomach and I fall on my back. I suddenly feet wet skin press down on my stomach, knees on my arms, pinning me down. With my eyes starting to clear up I find myself staring at a dark elf, not just any dark elf, but the one the new player had designed, except the armor was not on her except for the gauntlet, neck protection and the likes, apparently she had come from a bath when she attacked me. and I had managed to tear off the right upper strap of her bra, give her a wedgie with her g-string and pulled up the leather of her bra, revealing her full breasts, wow they were bigger then I had imagined. But one thing entered m brain, and that is, I have played way too much Dungeons and Dragons.

OOC: Guy gets trapped in a fantasy world, meet sexy broads while trying to find a way home, his drow companion sticking to him like glue, his knowledge of the campaign making him able to pretend to be a Seer, while also using ihs first name as a title to pretend to be a nobleman.

 

[Cherubian]

Danesha was done halfway with disrobing as her fine ears picked up the nearby sounds. Instinctively she crouched behind the next best cover and started to look for their origin. It did not take her long to find it. A male human was kneeling by the lake, splashing some water into his face. A very large and well muscled human in fact, even by the standards of their rather large species. And most curiously he was completely naked. Which allowed her to muster him more closely, and she did like what she saw, every aspect of him. She felt a slight tingling sensation grow between her legs, it just had been too long since the last time.

It had been less than two weeks that she had reached the surface, and she had been in hiding ever since. Had it really been only such a short time since she had left her old life behind her? The caverns of the Underdark, in particular the city of Nahrezzin, had been her home for as long as she could think. But life there had not been pleasant, with everyone just mindlessly focused on obtaining the favor of the Spider Queen at any cost. Even less pleasant was the prospect of serving as one of her clerics, which would have been her destiny. But she had decided to take her fate in her own hands.

She never was very good at clerical duties, but very early on she discovered that she was talented both as an assassin and a sorceror. Those professions were considered lesser, and therefore usually reserved for the males, but she found ways around these restrictions. Very beautiful even by the high standards of her race, the exceedingly ample breasts on her otherwise very slender frame a stark contrast to the petite bodies of the other drow girls, it was not overly difficult to find male tutors willing to teach her in exchange for favors. And study she did, turning her raw talents into finely honed skill. All in preparation for her final goal, to leave.

The tales of the surface, only told to frighten them when they were young, had just the adverse effect on her. A place out of the reach of their vile goddess, where she could find her destiny her way? It was that dream that kept her going, and on the day before she would have been irrevocably enrolled in the clerical academy she ran away. She probably was just not important enough, in any way she managed to elude any pursuers she might have had. And finally she made it to the place of her dreams, the surface.

The sun had been just as brutal as the tales of her people told her, but even that obstacle was overcome by her willpower, and after a week her eyes had adjusted enough for her to act unimpeded under its rays. Nevertheless she stayed hidden for now, not sure if someone was still on her trail. Until today, just when she had decided to take a bath.

Her thoughts snapped back to the present. How dangerous could that man be? Would he be tempted by her curves just as much as the males down in the caverns? She would find out, she would play with him, even though she was only wearing her panties, her bra and part of her shoulder armor. So she darted out of her hiding spot and feigned an attack.

It soon became obvious that he was a very able fighter. He did not have quite her speed, but his muscled bulk gave him superior strength. Several times she only barely managed to evade him, and each time he tore at her clothing, making her expose more of the little that was still hidden. She almost thought she would have to resort to using her magic when she finally managed to pin him to the ground, straddling his chest, her knees on his arms. By now her breasts were fully exposed, hanging right above his face. Not that she minded in the least.

Ready for any counterattack he might muster she smiled at him, flashing her ivory teeth innocently as if in a casual conversation and asked "So who is the male that likes to trespass on me while I am bathing?"

 

[Drakkwall]

If I was to say I wasn't getting a hard on I'd be lying or gay, I am neither, I was sprouting a sixteen inch woody, just glad she was too busy straggling my torso to notice my cock swaying behind her like a hypnotized serpent. My head is running a hundred miles a minute at the moment, registering everything and trying to draw a conclusion. apparently I had somehow appeared in the fantasy realm of my planned rolpeplaying season, with a hot drow straddling my chest, so I was either hallucinating, dreaming or this was one of those weird days when you get transported to other dimensions, I only thought they happened to doctor Who... Well while I am in this place I might as well play along until I find a way to get back to reality, good thing I always memorize my roleplays or I'd have serious problem remembering what shit would hit the fan, though there were some random encounters I had made determinations by dice rolls, boy I hope I don't get a 100 or I will be facing a dragon at level 6.

"I am Duke Williams, Duke Roy Williams, and I was not spying on you, I was too busy with the sound of heavy armored dwarves dancing ballet echoing through my head. I got no clue how I got to this place but it sure as hell isn't anywhere near my home if a Drow suddenly straddles me." I then notices a hot moist sensation from her loins that was definitely not sweat or water, knowing that she was a sorcerer and rogue she had most likely a spell ready to hit me with. I let her talk to me, her voice sounding just like the way her human self was like, only more seductive, man if this was how she had planned to act out her character I'd have stocked on tissues. As she talks I place my feet spread onto the earth, she is unable to notice, though I sure as hell notices how she is grinding her crotch over my chest, though I am not sure if it is on purpose or subconsciously.

 

[Cherubian]

Duke. He was a Duke. Danesha did not know much of the surface people, but she knew this was a noble rank amongst them. His other explanation, weird as it might sound at first, also made sense. At least it would explain why she had not noticed him until he was almost right next to her. Some teleportation effect was the most plausible cause.

In any case, if he was a noble it might pay off to be on good terms with him, as he might be able to greatly aid her in settling into the customs of the surface world. So after another second of deliberation she just nodded briefly, and slowly rose to her feet again, lifting her weight from his chest. Then she took a step back, still cautious but no longer aggressive.

That was when she noticed his member and the state it currently was in. And what an amazing piece of male genitalia it was, larger than anything she had ever seen on a drow. There might be more than one benefit to being on good terms with him. She could not help but smile, and as she started to put her bra into position again she said "I am glad this confrontation was not entirely uncomfortable for you, Duke Roy Williams."

 

[Drakkwall]

Sighing I pushed myself up on the ground, this was surreal, but I had to play along or I would just end up being treated liek a lunatic in my own dream, yeah that'd be a kick in the balls. "I'd be lying if I said that I didn't appreciate being straddled by a beautiful woman, either that or gay, and I am neither, I found it very exciting." It was better t obe blunt and honest, it threw off those that where more used to lies and deception, it made it harder for them to read my actions, I was blunt and honest, I could agree and disagree and they wouldn't know which it would be.

Walking over to the tree I had seen the backpack that had been lying next to me I took it and frowned a little, this backpack was defnetly mine, I used to play LIVE rps or even act on the theatre when I was in high school. Though the content of the heavy leather backpack was not anything I had designed or made, it was the gear of the character I had switched place with.

Heavy full plate armor colored black and red, a bastard sword with strange red runes lining the edges, a heavy metal shield colored black with a red dragon standing between two towers, a metal helmet decorated into the shape of a red dragon's head, a heavy crossbow with an enchanted quiver and a heavy two handed battle maul with more runes. There were food, clothes and supplies in there as well but I was more itnerested in the weapons and armor. Putting on the clothes, a pair ofbrown leather pants, a blue shirt, a sash and a dagger that coudl beu sed for more then just fighting, before I began to put on my armor.

I had to admit I looked damn intimidating in this heavy plating ,and it was lighter then I thoguht, it must be made of the same material I had designed for the character, mithril, tough and light. Strapping the backpack to my back ,along with my sword, shield and crossbow I grabbed the maul and used it like a staff as I walked over to where Danesha was and found her dressed in her light armor. Remembering what would happen next I pointed towards the road, which I could see past some bushes on the other side of the lake. "We should get to the road, there's not much in finding in these woods except for monsters and beasts, and I am not interested in finding either until I know where I am."

Of course I knew where this place was, but just not... okay so perhaps I should have pretended to know where I was but then again that would cause suspicion, but what could I do about the random encounter up ahead? I couldn't just say, hey there's going to be a random group of enemies ahead. I had made up a list of possible enemies when making each encounter and this one had animals, bandits, orcs and even some ogres and trolls in it. As we passed the bushes and out into the tree lines I swear I heard dices rolling, then I felt a light headache as two numbers flared acros my eyes, 56. And if I remember correctly was that a group of twelve orcs, four archers, six warriors, one orc captain and one magic user, proabably a wizard if I remember correctly.

Raising a hand to pull her back into the bushes I motion with my fingers to stay silent and I point at the road up ahead and a group of twelve orcs could be seen approaching. "Orcs, twelve, four archers, six warriors, one commandingofficer and one magic user, arcanist by the looks of it."

 

[Cherubian]

"I am glad I could be of service then" replied Danesha with a wicked grin. She watched as he walked to his belongings that had probably been teleported her together with him, and as he extracted a heavy fighter's attire from the pack. The red dragon must be part of his coat of arms, or he was simply fascinated by the motiv as it permeated his equipment, some of which was definitely magical.

As the Duke started to dress, so did she. Her armour was much lighter, completely out of dark black leather from some strange beast of the underworld. It had been a present of one of her ... teachers. Contrary to most arcane spell users she had learned to execute her craft unobstructed in leather armor as well, which was a significant boon. Once that was done she also strapped on the weapon belt with her pair of plain looking short swords made out of the finest adamantite, yet another present. Her light backback and her short bow complete with quiver completed her attire.

Then she followed him, as he seemd to know the way. He was quit impressive looking clad in fulll metal, and surely a foe not to be taken lightly, but Danesha also knew that such a heavy armour would impede his - and thereby their - stealth abilities, which had been her primary source of protection until now.

Then he motioned for them to halt, and lo and behold there was a troup of orcs on the road ahead, exactly where he pointed. How had he been able to notice them before they even had entered their field of vision? As they hid in the bushes, she whispered to him, barely audible "Do you think you will be able to hide well enough in your heavy armor for them not to notice us as they pass by? Or will we have to prepare for a fight?"

 

[Drakkwall]

Smirking I just wagged a finger and pointed at the big old oak that we were just five feet away from, it was badly eaten by insects and animals, old and large, gnarly and rotten ,a strong push would get the big thing to topple over. "Always use the resources available, and no need to worry about my stealth, this is mithril, it is light and strong, doesn't make all that much noise unless I step on solid ground and at the moment is the soft soil beneath my boots keeping me from sounding like a kitchen orchestra. Tell me when they are in range and I will do the rest."

Slowly I walked over to the large old oak and used my sword to cut off the roots, I could hear the orcs marching along the road they were close. After slicing through all the roots I look towards the drow as I draw my maul and hold it ready, waiting for her signal, be it by word, sign or motion, I would be ready and topple this ancient giant over them I almost swung once but I held myself calm, it wouldn't do to do it until it was at the right time and place, or it would just cause trouble for us.

EDITED

 

[Cherubian]

Danesha just shook her head as Roy approached the tree and started to hack away at its roots. He really liked to draw attention to him it seemed, and the ways of stealth were alien to him. But there was nothing she could do about it now, and if he was intent to pick a fight with the orcs they might as well go about it the most efficient way. Fortunately they were still far enough away to not hear him.

So she moved silently through the bushes into a position better suited for what she had in mind. He could no longer see her now, but she was sure he would notice the sign she would give him. Slowly and soundlessly she retrieved her bow from her shoulder. 'Usually it is the best idea to go for the spellcaster first' one of her teachers had told her, and that was exactly what she had in mind. As the orcs approached she knocked an arrow and waited until they were just in the right position.

Normally she would have aimed for the throat. That way her victim would not make any sound, and she might get another shot off before anyone noticed what was really happening. But this time she did want him to scream. So she let arrow fly and watched satisfied as it embedded itself in the caster's chest. He gave a loud gurgling sound - loud enough for Roy to hear - as he collapsed to the floor. The other orcs were surprised and stopped for a moment to turn around and see what had happened. They did not take particular notice of the large dead tree looming right over them.

 

[Drakkwall]

I heard the sound of blood strangling throat and by reflex I reared back my maul and swung the massive hammer. Since I had worked as a construction worker I had done my share of demolition and since this maul was heavier then any sledge I've used was the blow I swung something I doubt even a trained fighter woudl have done right, it too kthe right shift of weight, hips, bones, muscles to get it just rght.

The air screamed as I cut through it with the blunt object and then with a loud crack I struck the side of the old oak, the runes of my maul flaring and sending out a shock wave at the impact. With a groan that echoed through out the forest the old giant fell towards the road, the orcs had little time to prepare as the old tree slammed down on them, only the leader and four warriors remained alive, but they had broken bones in their legs and arms, from getting struck by the branches of the falling tree.

Roaring out a battle cry I ran along the trunk of the fallen oak and swung my hammer, the orc leader blinked in surprise before my enchanted maul splattered his skull across the ground while the shock wave sent the corpse flying into another wounded orc, leaping off the oak I swung as I leaped, the blow crushing the rib cage of the downed orc, and I turned with a wicked smirk towards the two survivors, red orc blood splattered across my armor, heh I guess I should make up a name for my so called noble family, maybe Bloodwyrm? Yeah that sounded cool enough. "You shall not survive this encounter with me Greenskin, I am Duke Roy Williams of the Bloodwyrm Clan! Lord of Dragonyard! Let me bath in your gore!" I guess I intimidated them very well as the orcs began to run.

 

[Cherubian]

Danesha watched as the tree crushed most of the orcs and as Roy leapt into action with his big maul and teared through the orcs still standing like a primal force of nature. As he halted to give his speech, though, she wondered 'why does he shout and brag and let them run away, instead of finishing them off? Must be a human noble thing, this addiction to showmanship.'

But someone had to take care of the escapees, lest they brought in reinforcements. As fate would have it they ran right into her direction, and would in a second pass her hiding place. So she quickly dropped her bow and drew her short swords.

When they were next to her, she lept out, almost like a shadow, one of her blades quickly flashing upwards. The first orc ran a few more steps before he noticed the blood gushing out of the deep cut across his throat and collapsed, while the hilt of Danesha's second sword hit the other orc right on the temple, knocking him out could.

She immediately got into a crouch and surveyed her surroundings, to see if any more trouble was approaching.

 

[Drakkwall]

Walking over to the downed orcs I whistled in approval, damn that had been something else, reminded me of the scenes from some of the Jackie Chan movies. "Very good speed, perfect aim, precision and no more force the needed." I then walked over to the corpse of the leader and grabbed the magical items I knew he held on him, also a bag of two hundred gold pieces. "So why did you leave that one alive? I doubt there's much you can get from an orc unless you know their language and customs." As I spoke I checked out the following corpse, one of thsose pinned by the tree, it was fairly easy to get their things as the branches awere keeping the tree about four feet off the ground, though the orcs were impaled by most of them, I was up to four hundred and thirty gold pieces and six magical items, four water skins and six pieces of dried jerky, not good but not bad either. The six magical items were not of any use to me, but perhaps Danesha could use them? If not then they would sell for good gold.

 

[Cherubian]

As Danesha watched the Duke loot the corpses she replied "Well, in fact I do know the languages of the major slave races. But I left that one alive for some other reason. Something I have been curious about for a while."

While Roy continued his search she took one of her short swords and cut away the unconscious orc's loincloth. There had been rumors down in Nahrezzin about how well endowed male orcs were, but no respectable drow girl would check out these rumors, for fear of the damage it would do to her reputation. Some of the more depraved drow mistresses were even said to entertain themselves with members of other races, but no slave ever lived to tell the tale.

But now she was on the surface, and things were different here. With a small whistle she commented what was revealed to her. Not as big as Roy's eneormous organ, but larger than what any drow had to offer, definitely.

 

[Drakkwall]

I chuckled a bit at the sight of the drow checking out the unconscious orc's limp phallus, I guess even in a fantasy realm are women not completely satisfied by their partners. "You know, if he wakes up he won't really appreciate it, in orc society are orc males dominant and the women submittive, well except in some rare cases, but at any rate, I doubt he will let you play with him without him attempting to plant a half-orc half-drow in your womb. Orcs are at first hand survivors and they do that by pillaging and raping, primitive but effective in their society." I then walked over to the reamining corpse and pulled out the item I had been looking for, a map of the lands, it would help me remember each part of the adventure I had planned, after the orc ambush we would encounter something depending on which route we took ,but the route would lead to the same area so it was little I needed to bother with when it came to directions. I just had to remember which area held which challenge

 

[Cherubian]

Danesha turnd towards Roy and replied with a wicked grin, flashing her perfect white teeth at him again. "Maybe I am just a bad drow girl that needs someone to tell her what to do and make her behave? Maybe I need a strong orc to show me the ropes? But do not fear, even if he were awake AND would be able to force himself on me, that orc would not get me pregnant." Being a sorceror had its advantages.

"But now he is not awake, so let's have a little more fun." She reached out and softly began to stroke the orcs member. She wanted to fully satiate her curiosity and see what his manmeat looked like when it was hard. The orc stirred somewhat in his slumber but did not wake up. He showed a first reaction, though.

While her hand was busy, Danesha watched as Roy retrieved the map. She commented "Oh, that is unusual, an orc with a map? What does it show?"

 

[Drakkwall]

"There's no reason for orcs to not use maps, they need to know their surroundings as well. And if you had wanted to have a big man making you squeal then I wouldn't mind doing that." I stated with a smirk as I wagged a finger at her, sitting down on top of the unconscious orcs, hearing some of his ribs break, I point at the map, showing the deep forest we were currently inside, the Whistling Forest, called so because of the way the wind whistles through the trees at all seasons, there was a large mountain area to the north covering it for miles, the road we were standing on was leading through the entire forest, but left at the same place, there were two towns in the forest, one to the west and one to the east, and I knew what challenges laid in these towns. "To get out of the forest safely and without meeting wild beasts, we have to go either east or west before traveling south. The eastern town is called Uldred's Glade, it is a town for druids who care for the forest, there's a collective of trolls causing trouble in the area. To the west there is a town of woodcutters called Jillian Town, it supply the city Grastan in Brezenia, the country we are in, that lies in a crossroad to the south of the forest across open hill lands. Jillian have trouble as well, with a group of bandits who are part of some kind of crime organization called the Rotten Weasels, not a strong name but they make up for it with their dirty methods." Perhaps I had said too much? I couldn't tell I knew all this from just reading a map, and I couldn't have found out before I arrived, oh dear, better play the fortune teller card if she asks.

 

[Cherubian]

With an innocent smile Danesha replied to his remark "Oh, why didn't you make that generous offer when we were more adequately dressed for such an undertaking?" With the orc's ribs broken, the pain made any further attempts of her to stroke him to full mast rather pointless, so she withdrew her hand.

Danesha looked at the map as he showed it to her. She followed the movements of his finger and listened carefully to what Roy would tell her. When he was done she commented "For someone who just got teleported into here from some unknown far off location you seem to be able to retrieve an impressive amount of information from that piece of parchment." This was indeed curious. Either he had special gifts, or his story was not as true as he wanted to make her believe. "So, which way would you suggest for us to go? What are your goals at the moment, anyways?"

 

[Drakkwall]

"Kind of easy to know this, when you got the blessing of Hastaria the Seer Wyrm." Good thing I had made up some of the deities of the realm, or I'd be discovered as a liar directly seeing how you cannot be a Seer without any kind of magical power or a blessing. "At the moment is my goal to find a way home, and as for which path to take... I'd say the druids do not need much help with their powers over nature aiding them agaisnt the trolls, the woodcutters are in a more dangerous position so it is better to go to them, they are simple farmers of the trees, they do not have ways of defending themselves properly." I then smirk and lean forward, gently touching the delicious chin of the drow and murmur against her lip. "And I'd like to know you before I decide to ravage you. There's something... intoxicating about you." I then stand up and take the dagger from the orc's belt and stomp my boot on his neck ,breaking it, I then hold out the dagger to her. "Fey Strike Dagger, causes sthose you hit to sleep unless they are strong willed or reslilient enough to resist or immune."

 

[Cherubian]

Wow, he was a seer on top of everything else. Danesha was duly impressed. She listened to his further explanations. A little curiosity remained, though.

When suddenly his hand reached out to her cheek she almost withdrew reflexively, but controlled her reflexes in the last moment. His touch felt ... good. What he said, however, was a mixed blessing. If he liked her, why would he hesitate so much.

While she took the dagger he offered her she replied with a seductive smile "If you want to restrain your desire that is okay. But please leave my playthings" she pointed to the dead orc's shattered neck "intact".

She inspected the dagger more closely. Its Fey Strike ability might be useful on occasion, but usually the people she hit with a dagger slept anyways. Very long indeed. No matter what the properties of the weapon were. However when you wanted to catch someone alive... The dagger itself was rather slim, and almost without a hilt. It was finely wrought, definitely not of Orcish make. Most likely it had been amongst the spoils of one of the previous victims of that ravaging bad. It's slim form would make it easy to hide the weapon on her body.

"But say, when we pass through the human settlement, why would we want to meddle in their affairs? Would it not be more conductive for your goal if we tried to pass as quickly as possible, and without drawing any attention?" For her at least, the latter option seemed far more attractive. She had heard enough tales of the human dislike for dark elves.

 

[Drakkwall]

Chuckling I just tapped my forehead and spoke up in a mysterious voice. "The Seer Wyrm will offer me assistance when she is able, and I have already seen what I need to know about this village, you will be surprised at what we will find there I am sure." With a wink I hefted my bag of loot over my shoulder and strode towards the village, it would take us one hour to reach it if there were no more random attacks, I had added some traits for animals to possible come out and attack us, even a troll, but for that to happen it would require a really high roll on the 100 sided dice. I could hear the sound of dices rolling again and a number flashed before my eyes 44, hmmm if I remember correctly did that mean hidden treasure, either a heavy metal chest beneath some roots, covered by dirt and earth from a long time or a crate dropped off in some bushes.

 

[Cherubian]

Why could he not simply answer her question? Was that some kind of Seer thing? She shrugged and rose to her feet as well. She quickly retrieved her bow that she had dropped during the ambush and then joined him, following his lead.

While they were walking along she asked once more "But you still have not answered my question. Why do we have to stop in that village at all? Staying there will just delay us, why bother with their bandit troubles?"

 

[Drakkwall]

"Because there's a big reward for those bandits, these woodcutters are being sponsored by the kingdom, wood is a scarce resource in these lands with the Druids allowed to monitoring all manufacturing of trees, animals and plant life. and not just that, these bandits got a valuable item on them which I know will be of much use later, though I am not certain why do I know it is important." I then chuckled and playfully patted her butt while speaking playfully while wagging my eyebrow. "Besides, this is your chance to show the locals not all drows are uptight dick haters, and I couldn't say no to a chance to see you in action." As when she fought she often made her body jiggle and sway in an erotic way that reminded me of a large predatory cat on the hunt.

As we came past a curve on the road we spotted the woodcutter village up ahead, its ten feet wooden walls easy to spot, the lumber village was connected to the main road by a large heavy ironwood gate, decrypted with druidic and elven runes to mark them as protected by the Druid Council. As we reached the gates I heard a voice shout from the top of the wall and a group of guards stood up on the wall, but the more interesting part is that they are a mixture of human, elf and dark elf soldiers, the one who had shouted was a drow woman dressed in tight leather armor with a golden stripe on her left shoulder, marking her as an officer. "I am Captain Uvenia Ave'viene! Current commanding officer of the guards of this village! What is your business here!?"

"I am Duke Roy Williams of the Bloodwyrm Clan, Blessed of Hastaria the Seer Wyrm, Lord of Dragonyard, sent to these lands by some kind of magic and now looking for a way home. Me and my companion are traveling these road together for our own personal interests, which does not concern you Captain." The drow glared at me but I just stared back with an intense stare, she broke off first and then one of the soldiers whispered into her ear and I could pick up that she was telling her that I was telling the truth.

"All right you may enter, but do nto cause any trouble or I will have my men make you look like hedgehogs!"

 

[Cherubian]

A reward definitely made sense. She had not been able to take much gold with her on her hasty departure, and so any additional income was appreciated. On his second remark she replied "Oh, so you want me to service all willing males in the village as a welcome gift and a sign of good will, while you are watching? An interesting idea." She was getting a little horny after weeks without a man, so one well built farm boy or the other might not be a bad idea indeed. She would keep that in mind.

When they finally reached the village she was very surprised to see dark elves among the guards, and her wariness instantaneously increased. She did not know much about their motivations, but traitors - for whatever reason - usually were the least predictable, and therefore potentially the most dangerous. So she was happy when Duke Roy did the talking, and contended herself with observing the guard captain and the other guards on the walls closely, including the cleric when she cast her truth spell.

From her looks Uvenia seemed to be a warrior, with the whole rigidity that came with most members of that profession. And of course she had to spit out some senseless threat at the end of the conversation. She doubted these guards could pose much of a problem for Roy's and her combined abilities, should they put it to the test.

But there was no need for that now, so she peered through the opening gate into the village behind.

 

[Drakkwall]

Rolling my eyes I just shook my head. "You're going to end up with more trouble then it is worth if you do that. Some people on the surface sees sex as a sign of attachment and might take it as offensive if you just sleep around, not to mention all those diseases and curses in the major cities. I once heard of a human who was cursed by a demon for breaching her contract, any woman he had sex with would become afflicted by mummy rot."

As we walked into the village I instantly took notice of the major and the pregnant drow by his side, along with the six armed guards, the major bowed his head in greetings to me and spoke up in a polite voice, though I could tell he was strained with stress. "It is an honor to have one of your status here Duke Williams, I just wish it could have been during happier times. You see we are under constant assault by bandits, lead by the notorious bandit who calls herself the Green Fox."

"And with the bandits assaulting your lumber transports it makes your village earn less then it should, along with the facts that with the druids preoccupied with their trolls you are on your own as the kingdom cannot send any patrols to your location without risking breaching their contract with the Druidic Councils. And you wish to offer me and my companion a reward of gold, paid by the kingdom who will accept the reward you will offer because of their need for lumber." He stared at me with wide eyes as I spoke this out to him and I just chuckled and pulled out the medallion from beneath my armor, revealing the white diamond eye with the blue dragon warped around it, the symbol of Hastaria. "Hastaria has granted me this knowledge. And yes I will accept, though my friend will decide herself if she wish to fight the bandits. But be warned, do not attempt any back stabbing, I am not beneath physical violence if it means the payment for my labor is held back from me." To mark my point I pat the still bloody maul on my back, and I can see that the bluntness made the major pale at the possibilities of me wielding this heavy club, yeah it was good to be me.

"O-of course sire, I wouldn't dare to try to gain your ire, there will be no tricks between us." Smiling I nodded. "Good, now I suggest you have your guards keep an eye out on the western wall, there will be a scout there trying to check for soft soil around the walls for the bandits to dig under it." I then turn towards Danehsa and gave her a wink. "Shall we get to work or do you wish for us to do anything before we leave for some bandit hunting?"

 

[Cherubian]

Danesha shrugged "Let's do the work first, so we can enjoy the pleasureable part more easily later. Pushing it off won't make it any easier." While she said this she let her eyes wander around, starting to memorize the layout of the town as best as she could, but also looking for potential partners for the pleasureable part that was to follow. There were some that looked suitable. If they would interpret more into a quick and hot romp then that was their problem, not hers.

Turning to the mayor she added. "But hold those guards heading for the western wall a little longer. No need to chase away that scout." With a grin she turned to Roy "I will be back in a moment."

Then she left through the gate they had just entered, and once outside started to take cover and silently work her way to the western part of the town, looking for any signs of the scout she intended to catch.

 

[Drakkwall]

Nodding I leaned against the wall next to the gates, it will be interesting to discover how she handled the scout, I had not planned anyone to handle the scout except for discovering her location. Looking through my memories I recall that I designed the scout to be a wood elf ranger with a tame fox as her companion, a weak willed pretty girl wh ofollowed the strongest leader.

As I gathered my memories was the scout moving through a patch of bushes, her fox prowlign along side her as she hide herself with a green cloak and green leather armor i nthe thick woodworks. She was armed with a longbow and a pair of scimitars, she had dark brown skin, well known part of the wood elves, with thick forest green hair kept in a braid, she was actively scanning the walls' structure, not really noticing her surroundings as she was too busy memorizing the walls' possible weaknesses.