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Isn't it funny that my ask thread gets two or three posts, then it immediately turns into post++ and then people get pissed and let it sink when I tell them to stop? |
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"If things go as anticipated, that should work out just fine." Zarik says. then directs his attention to Roff, "Sorry we can't stick around to help clean up, but it's high time we get our asses mov--" Suddenly the sky seems to light up with a fiery explosion.
"That looked it came from the Cavern!" Roff exclaims, "Something's going down lads, get your arses in gear!" Taking a moment to draw forth a scroll, he begins to read the incantation quietly to himself in a language unknown to the party. After a moment, a blue and white spiral insignia appears on the floor in the center of the room, and Roff shouts over the noise of the concurrent wind, "Aye lads! There she be! That'll get ye where yer goin', but it ain't a way back! Yer on yer own on that front! Get goin'!" Zarik, Zissou, and Aren gather their things in a hurry and rush to the portal, disappearing in a flash. On the other side of the portal, the trio appear in a dark, musty cave covered in black moss. The whole place reeks of a smell not unlike fetid and rotting mushrooms, among other noxious odors. A distinct scent of burning also lingers on the air. Not unexpected, given the flash seen from the base of the mountain. The area appears to be a cell block of a prison. There are four cell doors along the far wall, and four on the wall immediately to their backs. Dimly lit braziers give the room an eerie glow and illuminate the one of the cells on the far wall is open. The light also reveals the silhouette of a woman splayed out on the ground. She appears to be writhing in agony, so it's clear she's alive, at the very least. Zissou stands still and looks around in awed horror, "Nald's teeth and Thal's balls! What in the world happened here?" Wasting no time, Zarik rushes over to the woman. He gasps in surprise to discover that she is Caionna, but far worse for the wear than even he could have anticipated. She lays on the sodden, mossy floor; stripped naked with her hair sloppily shorn off. Just as Zissou had described, her body appeared to be completely smooth, aside from fresh wounds, not even an outline of her genitals or nipples on her. She appeared to have been bleeding profusely at some point, the rune tattoos on her groin and between her breasts glow brightly compared to the others, the skin they occupy being clearly clawed at to vainly disable them, but they shown through, unaffected by the bloodstained patches they reside in. The rest of her body is covered in scratches and cuts from being manhandled by her aggressors. Anywhere not stained red from blood is stained white from the copious amounts of semen she was subjected to. Her mouth and hands appear to be bound with a tape. "Alright, we need some medical attention immediately!" Zarik yells at Aren, "Get over here and do something about these wounds! For fuck's sake, they look infected!" "Loud and clear, boss!" Aren rushes over and places his hands immediately onto the two largest wounds, "Forgive my hand placements, Cai. I can't help heal wounds this bad without making contact." Closing his eyes, he begins to focus. "Sands of time rewind the clock on the wounds at my fingertips! Benefic!" his hands glow and the healing process begins slowly. "Zissou!" Zarik calls out, "You have her bag of holding, check if she has a blanket or something in there to cover her! I can't stand to see her like this, and she's going to need to be warmed, she's cold and clammy to the touch!" The distress in Zarik's order snaps Zissou out of his stupor, "Allow me to look, I haven't the slightest clue what she keeps in this thing!" Clearly wincing in pain from her wounds being undone, she points her tightly bound hand at the cell next to the open one and meekly mumbles unintelligibly into her mouth binding, then loses consciousness. |
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In the Yggdrasil Labyrinth, one must be wary of the F.O.E. menace! |
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Aren interferes with Bel's swaddling Cai. "Not yet. Her wounds are still rewinding!" The smaller cuts on her body are slowly beginning to fade to normal, while the larger gashes don't seem to be changing much. The ex "Besides," Zarik adds, "We need to free her from her bindings. I can't work if I can't see what I'm doing!" Zarik reaches into a packet and brandishes a switchblade knife. He then says in a nearly uncharacteristically gentle voice, "Alright sis, gonna need you to keep still. I'm gonna cut the shit off your hands and this knife is extraordinarily sharp." Oddly enough, as if she heard him, Cai seems to steady her twitch responses to her wounds being repaired. Carefully placing her bound right hand against the ground, Zarik proceeds to slide the end of the binding beyond the length of her fingers, then slides the blade in an area he hopes is not occupied by her digits. Having narrowly succeeded in his attempt, he says, "With as tight as this tape is, they must've been desperate to cut off her ability to move her hands. For having no understanding of magic, these freaks know what a somatic spell component is..." Trying to pull at the tape, it slowly begins to give way to his strength. Returning to his gentle tone, he says, "Alright, kid. This is gonna hurt pretty bad. Bear with me, it needs to be done." Cai seems to nod, tears beginning to fall and streak through the filth on her face. As Zarik pulls the tape away, all of the joints in Caionna's hand audibly pop in a sickening chorus. Taking several moments to carefully free the appendage, he finally gets it free and stares in horror that its coloration from lack of proper blood flow. "Rhalgr's wrath!" he exclaims, "I hope this can be fixed. I need to hurry and get the other hand freed." By this point, Cai appears to have come to slightly. She tries to speak, but nothing but incoherent mumbling can be heard through the mask that extends from beneath her nose to well around her chin. She forms a pointing gesture with her newly freed and points with as much insistence as she is capable. Zarik ignores the pointing and says, "First thing's first. We need to tend to you." and repeats the process with her left hand, having crossed to Aren's opposite side. "Same as the other hand, be brave for me." He coos to her. As he works the bindings off with the same sickening noises as before, he says in his normal tone, "If her hands are like this, we're gonna need to be careful with her face. Who knows that else they did that the mask of tape is hiding." By this time, Aren's spell ceases and he rocks backward, exhausted. "That's about as much as I can do. She's not out of the woods yet, but she's through the worst of it. Go ahead and wrap her up when Zarik's done." He says with an exasperated sigh, "Where n the hell did they get that shit from, anyway? |
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The restoration spell brings Caionna out of a complete stupor, but she is still visibly out of her element. Gesturing slightly more energetically toward the wall.
Zarik puts a finger up to her mouth, which causes her to react with a pained ex Helping Bel to sit her up, then brace her, he gets to work after covering her front with Bel's robe. He runs his gingerly along her jawline and around along the exterior of her upper teeth on either side of where the opening of mouth would be. Noticing nothing wrong there, he begins to touch her lip region with more care than the side of her face and feels faint ridges underneath the mask. "I think you may have been onto something there, Bel... Looks like they attempted to sew her mouth shut at first, but it must've not stopped her from sparking shit up, so they slapped her with enough tape to nearly suffocate her." He brings the knife back out then says, "Alright, Cai... Gonna need you to stay extra calm for me. Gonna be teaching you how to shave some hypothetical facial hair, and I'm working near some sensitive areas with a sharp blade. Any sudden movements could be pretty bad." There's a clear glaze of fear over her eyes, as she nods nervously. Despite knowing her brother is trustworthy, she still can't shake the trauma. Zarik quietly shushes her and says, "C'mon, Cai, you know you can trust me." As he begins to gently scrape the take away from her face at her left ear. After several moments of picking at it, the tape begins to come loose. The spot he had been scraping turning raw and beginning to bleed slightly. Noticing that, he says quietly, "I'm sorry that had to happen, but we can patch you up after you're free to start screaming at me about it. But not a moment before, you hear me?" Cai's disposition changes and she lets out a half-hearted giggle, then turns her face to expose her right cheek. "Thanks." Zarik says as he begins picking at Cai's other cheek. After an equally anguishing time on her right side, he puts the knife away and starts to gently tug the mask of tape off of her face from the edges, slowly to her lips. A considerable amount of time later, he finally gets the mask peeled away, except from where it is staunchly adhered to the sloppy sutures in her face. "Zis, stop rummaging and give me a hand. Use your lights to illuminate where I'm working!" "Right, ho!" Zissou exclaims, hopping up from a small heap of assorted items he had extracted from the bag. He prepares to hold a dim light at Zarik finds and prepares his smallest pair of wire cutters. Lifting the mask from the lower side, Zarik reassures, "This is gonna hurt a bit and make some snapping sounds as I work. Don't jump or I might hurt one of us on accident. Gonna wait for you to nod before snipping at your face." Caionna rocks her head forward and back once to signal her affirmation, and lets him work. About a dozen snips later, he says, "Alright. Now to do the finishing touches." Giving a dismissive hand wave, he says, "Thanks old man. Please resume digging through the things 'm sure Cai doesn't want any of us seeing." Zissou nods and says with a chuckle, "Right away." "HEY!" Caionna calls out as loudly as she can, ripping the severed ties out of the dried blood holding them into her lip, followed by a meek, "Ow..." "Did I tell you it was safe to speak yet?" Zarik says, lowering the top of the mask to see the stitching. "No..." Cai sheepishly replies. "Exactly, now please shut up while I finish up. This might hurt." Zarik says as he plucks each suture out individually, then removes the mask from her face and pitches it blindly into the darkness. "Now you can proceed to chew us out." Cai fishes her arm through the sleeve of the robe to punch Zarik meekly in the shoulder and says, "That wasn't funny!" continuing to punch him, she goes on, "How could you guys let this happen to me!? I'll make those monsters pay for what they did to me!" Each punch losing strength as she exerts. "Before we get too excited," Zarik says, "What were you pointing at when we found you?" Caionna gets deathly silent, then says, "There was a single other girl here with me, they kept her in the cell next to mine. She appeared to be a bird-like girl. I just hope it's not too late to save her..." |
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Caionna snatches the vial from Bel's hand and greedily gulps it down, possibly thinking it was a dilute potion with a water content to quench her thirst. Instead, she is greeted by a strong concoction with very little in the way of anything to cut the strong flavor. She resists the urge to spit it out, and gags loudly when she finishes choking it down. Coughing loudly, she rasps, "Mistakes were made!" then she clutches her stomach. "Big mistake!"
"Wait..." Aren says, "That kind of reaction - on both sides of ingesting the potion - tell me that she has neither eaten or drank anything in nearly the entire time she's been here!" Continuing to cough, but noticeably more vibrant, Caionna says, "You're right... Does anyone have water? I feel like I'm literally dying here..." Zarik reaches into his pouch and gets his canteen out, sloshes it around to make sure it's not empty, then hands it to Cai. As she snatches it out of his hand and begins to drain the contents out without hesitation, he walks over to the cell in question to investigate. Not hearing anything he calls out, "Are you sure someone is in here? I can't hear a peep." quietly remarking to himself, "That comment was inappropriate." Pulling away from the canteen, which is still half full, Caionna catches her breath and says between gasps for air, "She was in there before I passed out before you guys got here. Then again, details are hazy because I was not myself during that time." "Come again?" Zissou questions. "Exactly!" Caionna says, after taking another drink, a smug grin scrawled across her face, "I fooled those idiots into thinking they finally got to me, but I played them with some reverse psychology!" Then she goes back to nursing the water from the canteen. "Slow down and explain!" Zissou demands, "Whatever are you talking about." When she lowers the canteen to speak, Aren walks over and confiscates it from her, making her angry. "HEY!" "Slow down! You'll drown yourself at this rate!" Aren calmly states as he pulls out of her reach. "Yeah, okay.." she pouts, then goes back to talking to her mentor, "I was pretty fed up with the cronies getting so feel-y, so I thought up a way to use my magic without needing words or finger motion. I remembered I could drawn and enchant runes with as little as some concentration." "And?" Zarik says impatiently. "I waited til they finally let us have some time without harassment, then I practiced on the wall an explosive rune. It worked, so when they started on us - oh, it must have been last night - I feigned suddenly being into it and let them all over me while I drew my runes all over them. As much as I hated it, I waited until I lured all of them in for a round, then set the light show off after they had all gotten a distance away!" An ex "First off," Zarik starts, "Ew, gross. Too much detail, because I can envision that. Stop." In reaction to Zarik's gross-out, there's a giggle that echoes faintly out of the cell. Zarik hears it and attempts to pound the door down. "She's definitely still in there, she thinks something is funny. I heard a giggle! But the damn door is locked! |
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"No! I started trying to brute force it when I heard the giggling!" Zarik protests, "Thanks though." And he rushes inside.
Inside the cell, it is absolutely pitch black. The only light filtering in is solely what can filter through the doorway. On the floor in the corner lay a silhouette of what Zarik can only assume is the girl Cai had mentioned, and he heard giggling at him. He rushes over to her and scoops her up off the floor then runs to the door. The girl coos and tries to ruffle her dirty feathers, and says weakly, "So warm. But please don't try to leave the cell with me." Zarik doesn't hear her and is suddenly stopped by a chain attached to the girl's collar, he hadn't noticed it when he picked her up, and it yanked her out of his arms and onto the floor with a thud, followed by silence. He hears the chain chain slump to the floor as her body lands on top of it. Panic immediately floods over him, "Oh shit! I think I killed her!" he mutters, scared of how he'll tell Cai. Moments pass and he hears faint laughter again. Picking herself up, she says in as sultry voice as she is capable in her current state, "It's gonna take more than pulling roughly on my chain to take me out. The dragons basically called that foreplay" Pulling herself in close, she adds, "I'm surprised you didn't take your opportunity while I was out. You're... Different. Hehehe!" He shakes himself free of the girl he discovered is significantly shorter than he is, and says clearly uncomfortable, "Listen. I don't know what you went through here, but I promise you, those days are over. I won't do that to you." He picks up and follows the chain to the wall. Grasping it where it anchors to the wall, he deftly rips it out. Hearing the sound of the chain breaking, the girl swoons, and says, "Strong too!" and runs over to Zarik, jumps into him, then latches onto him. Trying to be sexy again, she says, "Take me now! The last guy never finished and left me feeling unfulfilled! I'll probably never forget the sensation of him dissolving away to nothing while inside me, though." "Gross." He says, prying her off of him again, asserting, "Look! Given the circumstances, your well-being, and other factors, I'm not even interested. Don't know how to say this politely, but you smell of death and I'm afraid of catching whatever diseases the rape train carried." He assesses the length of the chain, finds it too long to consider dragging, then follows it to her choker. She takes his hand off of her choker and tries to make him put it around her throat, making him recoil in mild disgust. "What's wrong? Afraid you'll hurt me?" She chirps. "Not at all," he says, clearly irritated at this point, as he pulls his hand out of her grasp and grabs the chain in his hands and breaks it off, narrowly stopping himself from hitting her in the face because she's hovering so close, "You're just way too clingy, and don't seem to be listening to me!" He picks her up and walks back to the others. Outside of the cell, when Bel gets back to her, Cai says, "The smell of burning? Yeah, all me!" She says with the biggest shit-eating grin. Finally getting the diminutive girl out into the light, Zarik struggles to set her down to look her over. She is absolutely filthy as if she hadn't been able to bathe in a significant time. The sedimentary filth covering her is pocked with distinct claw marks and she is covered from head to toe in dried blood and semen in seemingly equal proportion. Bite mark scars on every major artery all over her body. Her hair and feathers are both distinctly colorless, she is stark naked with her lady bits distinctly clean enough for use by the dragons to have their fun with her. She is anemic, sickly, toothpick-scrawny, and frail. Her eyes have a very noticeable cataract-induced clouding over them, enough to make Zarik question how she was able to see anything at all. She also had noticeable mutilation-based deformities: clipped wings, clubbed hands and feet showing binding during development, as well as genital mutilation. Much like his comments in the cell, the state of her body, wounds, and regular jizm showers, she had a distinct odor of 'how is she not dead' to her. "So..." Aren says, while trying to choke back a reaction to the stench, "What's your name?" "I don't have one!" The girl tries to sound cheerful, but it sounds like discomforted squawking, "They just called me things like 'whore' or 'harpy slut'. So I just went with it, I guess." The tone of her voice distinctly cheerful, as is unaware of the meaning of the words she just said in relation to herself. "Call me whatever you like!" Zissou had finally fished a blanket out of the bag and begins to wrap the harpy in it, saying, "You are cold as stone, you need some warmth and hospitality as a change from your bleak existence. You poor thing," Cocking her head to the side, she looks at Zissou with marked curiosity. She adjusts the blanket so that it opens in the front and is draped over her shoulders, leaving her front exposed. Zissou insists on closing the front, and she keeps opening it. After a few exchanges, she screams, "NO! Stop it!" To which, Zissou throws up his hands and steps back. She then looks confused yet again. Zarik sighs and says, "We don't have time to play 'Name the Baby', we need to get moving!" |
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Zarik beckons to Aren, "Canteen. Now."
"Uh... Sure." Aren responds, finding it hard to pull his gaze off of the harpy. It's unclear if he's surprised to see a naked woman with everything on display, or if it's because of how natural she is about it, despite the unfortunate grotesqueness. "Here." and hands his friend his canteen back. "Yeah," Caionna responds, the gravity of the situation starting to come back to her and she tries to hold herself together, "I... still don't exactly know what I've been doing, and I can't help but feel shame for it..." Zarik taps the harpy on the shoulder and says, "Let me help you get some water." removing the cap and placing it to her lips, he gently tips the water into her mouth. She drinks deeply, it appears as if she hadn't had anything to drink in at least the time since Cai had. "What do you mean?" The harpy excitedly shrieks, spewing water everywhere, "The way you danced all over those guys were freaking amazing!" Zarik directs the girl's head back into a facing for accepting water and insists she keep drinking. "Enough, now isn't the time for this talk." Cai turns a distinct shade of red in the places where her skin color is its usual pasty white, and buries her head in Bel's robe. She begins to cry softly, and sobs, "That's what I'm ashamed of..." "Why?" The girl questions, confused again disregarding the water being poured onto her, "You're knockout gorgeous! Any man with brains, or a functioning dick, would kill to call a girl like you his!" "But, I don't want my value to be assessed by my body!" Cai continues to cry. "I don't get it..." she says flatly, the concept of being valued as more than an object clearly foreign to her. Turning back to Zarik to resume drinking as he impatiently taps on her forehead. "Okay, fine! Geez!" she protests and goes back to being nursed on the water. "Let me just cut this exchange off." Zarik interrupts, "I don't think--" as he, himself is cut off. "I don't think you have time to escape, cretins!" A booming voice picks up as Zarik was leaving off. "And just who in the hell do you maggots think you are? Taking my trophy and my toy?" "Who said that?" Zissou questions. "Zerilisk!" Zarik and the voice call out in unison, in anger and bravado, respectively. |
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Banned for seeming to imply that breasts need to be E++ to be valid. |
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Ever since Emuz bumped me to Super Moderator (dunno if I deserve to call myself Admin), my activity has skyrocketed. Then again, Trap and I have the RP up and running again. I kinda strong-armed him into it though. |
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COR BLIMEY! |
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"What do you even mean by 'you like me for who I am'?" Caionna begins to ask, oblivious to the incipient brawl, "Who even am I? All I've ever done is compare myself to my peers and get used by people I should have never trusted to begin with. When I'm not doing that, I'm just reading and being boring. Do I even have a personality of my own?"
"Uh, Cai..." Zarik begins, "Now isn't exactly the time for an existential crisis!" He is summarily ignored, she continues, "What have I done with my life that wasn't to the sole benefit of others or in pursuit of a meaningless, ever-moving goalpost to prove that I'm equal to my peers..." Her reflections beginning to drone out. Zerilisk, in his human form, appears before Bel for a split second, then surrounds the elf with afterimages from all angles. All of the images call out in unison, "This is not your fight, elf! Know your place!" then he knees Bel in the diaphragm with extreme prejudice. "BEL!" Zarik shouts as he rushes to engage, drawing his axe as he leaps forward. Zerilisk does the evasive tactic on Zarik as he had done to Bel, while saying, "Ah, I finally have my chance to fight you as was prescribed in Aesalth's plans." Zarik's eyes glow red with an ungodly delirium. He swings blindly, only to be effortlessly blocked. "Aw, come on, dear cousin. Fight me on even ground." Zerilisk taunts, "We are dragons, we should fight as dragons. We both know this pitiful flailing will avail neither of us." Taking note of Cai, he quips, "How is she not writing and near unconsciousness as would be expected? I guess we need to crank things up a bit!" He pulls out what appears to be a remote of sorts with one hand and adjusts a dial while deftly and unflinchingly deflects Zarik's volley with his other hand, then puts the device away. Within an instant of the foe making his adjustment, Cai falls to her knees and struggles to fight to stand as she continues to mutter about her personal failings. Zissou immediately notices a faint purple aura appear around his mentee and being whisked off in the direction of the original unlocked cell. Aren is quick to tend to Caionna as she falls, trying to stabilize her after her sudden dip in aether. The harpy struggles with the lid of the canteen, wanting more water. She seems completely heedless of the unfolding tension. Zerilisk disappears from Zarik's front and appears at his rear, delivering a swift, undetected, kick to his temple. The true form of his hat absorbs the majority of the blow with a distinct metallic thud, but the force that wasn't mitigated was enough to send him spiraling uncontrollably toward the wall. "I will say this again. We fight as dragons on equal ground. None of this farce of feigned humanity." "What's this about feigned humanity?" Zarik snarls, staggering to his feet, "I'm more human than I am dragon! I have forsaken your lies as you and yours forsook my sister nd I for being 'impure' in your eyes!" "Spare me the theatrics, newt!" Zerilisk bellows, "Embrace your heritage and see that it is what you are truly destined to be! You are immortal! You will see your foolish so-called friends grow old and die while you are subjected to live on without them while the boredom of ennui consumes you! Prove yourself my better and claim my place among the ranks as Zarikonis the Silver! Shed your frail, human husk and face me!" "And he wants Zarik to tone down the melodrama with that monologue?" Aren deadpans, having turned Cai to sit on the ground and lean against him. She continuing to continue down the spiral into self-conscious lunacy. Mention of Zarik's draconic color sparks the harpy's attention, and she begins watching intently, her excitement apparent to all. Her interest in the water seemingly forfeit. "Alright, Mister Faggy Melodrama!" Zarik roars fiercely, "But on the conditions we fight on even ground!" "Whatever do you mean, Mister Angrily Shouts Pejoratives?" Zerilisk asks, "We're perfectly fine where we are." "No! We aren't! And you know that!" Zarik counters, "I rely on my wings and need space to fly, while you're a slimy shadow dweller in his home turf!" "Fine! We will meet on the summit, and we will have your so-called fair fight." Zerilisk growls, unhappy about being called on his trickery. Pressing a button on a wall behind him, the floor turns into a portal that teleports all present elsewhere. In an instant, the party is teleported into a large dome on a cliff overlooking what appears to be an arena. On one side, stands Zerilisk. Zarik on the other. The arena is surrounded on all sides by steep cliffs, but there is more than enough room to allow flight and maneuvering. The sky is a strange twilit purple despite being no later than noon, though the culprit of the atmospheric light pollution is what appears to be several immensely tall crystals. Those attuned to aetheric signatures would immediately recognize the distinct, overbearing presence. The air is notably warm and pleasant smelling, a far cry better than in the cell block, but the smell is still lingering on everyone's fabrics or sedimented filth, in the case of the girls. Zissou walks to the edge of the dome and presses against it. It merely reacts to the touch by pushing back with a whitish blue hexagonal pattern blocking the otherwise perfectly clear view, albeit masked in soft blue light. As if on cue, a large boulder barrels through the air and collides with the barrier. The boulder breaks into rubble and causes the same disruption effect as Zissou's touch. Not a single pebble permeated the barrier. They are perfectly safe to observe. The harpy rushes over to Zissou's side and plops down onto her ass and stares intently at Zarik. She eagerly awaits the battle. "Shame we don't have some sort of concession stand... This is prime seating for a death match!" Aren snarks, "Besides, we still haven't addressed that neither of these girls look like they've eaten in days..." "Hush." Zissou says, "I understand your concern, but they will have to do with water for now as that will sustain them until we get to safety." "I get the Cai will be fine, she's at a healthy weight." Aren protests, "We need to feed the feather head at least, because she's grossly underweight." "What do you suggest we feed her, then?" Zissou shouts. They continue to argue as the tension outside builds. The small girl presses her face against the barrier excitedly, but is forced to back off due to the force field blocking her view. |
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Someone set us up the BOMB! |
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Sudden sister thread to This one
I recently changed my phone wallpapers to complete the Jojoification of my phone, and I want to share what I settled on.   |
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Zerilisk stands in the shade overhanging his side of the arena, and calls out, "Since you insisted on an arena befitting your skills, I wish to throw my demand into the ring by blotting dimming the stage. Can't very well give you the advantage of not suffering passive damage from the infernal fireball."
"I will only agree to these terms on the grounds you only reduce the light enough to negate your fear of a little bit of a sunburn." Zarik calls back. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, traitor!" Zerilisk sneers venomously. "Just remember, I'll fight fair only as long as you do. You already have me in 'fighting left-handed' under your asinine terms of engagement as it is!" Zarik shoots back. "Just shut up and get ready to fight!" Zarilisk snaps as he snaps his fingers. As if on command, the entire arena becomes engulfed in an inky darkness. Meanwhile... Up in the observatory platform, the harpy has sauntered clumsily over to Arendal during his argument with Zissou and starts to playfully nudge the baubles on his belt, teasing, "I have an idea of how you can feed me, at least." She giggles seductively, or at least she tries to. "Wait... Huh?" Aren stops arguing to address the sudden prodding near his waist. "I mean, I'm a little short, but there's a nice convenient opening to get in." she says, sliding her stump of a hand under the parting of his robe, licking her lips. Aren jumps back and yells, "Whoa! No!" and puts an arm out, putting his hand on her forehead to force her to remain at a distance. "I think Zarik may have already said this to you, but you're a little too gross for my tastes right now. This isn't even an appropriate time or place for that..." The harpy tilts her head in a way that lets an eye peek out from behind his hand quizzically, "Why are you guys always harping on why tending to the heat of a willing female isn't... Uh... Eh-pro-pree-uht" it's unclear if she just doesn't understand the word, or if she's mocking him. "Master Zerilisk and his men always did what they wanted to me, when they wanted it, or if I said I was ready even when they weren't. Just dropped what they were doing and lined up. They loved it, I loved it. It was great!" "That's not normal..." Aren says, becoming flustered, "They really fucked with your head, didn't they, kid?" "In ways that would blow your mind!" she cackles, again, unclear if she's deliberately making a double entendre or clearly doesn't understand. Zissou catches Bel's question as Aren's attention is diverted, and responds, "Unfortunately, it appears we are too far away to harness any of the power." sensing the desire to transfer energy to Caionna, he cautions "I would not advise such a foolish action. It is abundantly clear that they are able to sense her available power and siphon it away as it begins to return to normal. "We can ill afford to have two of our allies out of commission because you sacrificed yourself to aid her. I understand and empathize with your plight, but I cannot, in good conscience, allow you to do that. "Why have I come to this conclusion? I caught a glimpse of Zerilisk using a device that seemed to be controlling what I can only assume to be the selfsame siphon I alluded to." By this point: While the party was distracted with their conversations to listen to the ground-level bickering. The darkness has set in and the observatory becomes an outward beacon of light for the battlefield, allowing visibility below while not obstructing view from inside. As the darkness settles, Zerilisk's form fades and is replaced by the immense presence of a large dragon not unlike that of a Komodo with black and gray scales. In vertical height, he stands just shy of two meters. In length, the stands ten meters from nose to tail. Truly a frightful sight to behold. Zarik steels himself against the intimidating visage of his foe.He throws his arms to the side and his gear, aside from his axe, vanish into their cases in his inventory hammerspace, leaving him in naught but his smallclothes. He pulls his axe off of his back with a wide swing and begins to twirl it with an uncanny deftness for its size. He spins and flips the weapon with an ease that isn't too unlike a rifleman in a colorguard. This goes on for several minutes before Zerilisk hisses, "Just get on with it, you fucking dickhead!" and hawks a caustic Luger of saliva at Zarik to motivate him to hold his end of the engagement. Without missing a beat, Zarik intercepts the acidic saliva volley with his weapon causing it to splash away ineffectively, then throws the weapon vertically in the air with showman precision. As it reaches the peak of what the throw momentum allows, roughly on equal elevation to the rest of the party, it disappears in a flash of light that pierces the darkness just enough to maintain Zerilisk's true minimum for his sunlight filtration. "I told you not to cheat, you prick!" Zarik cries out, then begins to channel his energy with a Dragon Ball-esque powering up shout. After a moment, Zarik becomes engulfed int a light that obscures his small, but muscular, frame. Another moment or so later, the shout begins to transition into a fierce roar while the light intensifies. When the light fades, a large, majestic bipedal, winged dragon stands in Human!Zarik's place. He stands four meters in height from nose to tail, and three meters from talon to horn with a wingspan to match. His pristine pearly silver scales glisten despite the low light of the arena, giving him a sparkling effect, his underbelly is a gorgeous comet-blue from chin to belly, as well as the underside of his wings. His silvery horns protrude back slightly, then sharply forward. He rears his head and spews forth a prismatic breath, then he jumps into the air, taking flight. From the platform, the harpy rushes to the edge and screams excitedly as she watches Zarik's display. Nearly hyperventilating, she chirps excitedly, "Ohmigosh! He was hot before! Now he's absolutely gorgeous!" She is loud enough to be heard through the barrier. 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The girl isn't even listening to Bel, she's too enthralled by Zarik to notice.
Aren walks up behind, her, taps her shoulder, and says, "Hey. Bel's talking to you." "Huh? What?" she exclaims, as if snapped out of a hypnotism. Aren rephrases Bel's questions to her in so many words, then she glances around in absolute bewilderment. "I seriously have no idea what you guys are talking about." "Are you serious?" Aren asks, incredulously, to which the girl nods emphatically. "I grew up in that cave. I don't even know where we are! I'm actually glad that it's darker here now. Wherever that big torch was, it was way too bright." She obliviously states with a sense of wonder. "This may be worse than we thought." Aren states, "I think she may have been born in his captivity, and he impressed upon her that the abuse she's lived through is not only acceptable, but normal." "Now that you mention it, the nice tired lady was saying something like that. She was the only one of the other ladies I ever got to talk to. The other ones always seemed to disappear as quickly as they would arrive." The girl says, seemingly forgetting the previous topic. "Anything seem weird about this kid's mannerisms to you?" Aren fields to the other men, "Like, in some aspects she seems like a child, but in others, she seems like an adult?" Zissou nods and says, "Yes. It appears as if she grasps carnal instinctual things with much detail while being blissfully ignorant of anything unrelated to violation of her body." "Which means that she wasn't abducted as a child, she was like born... Hatched? already in Zerilisk's grasp." Aren states, "He raised her to know nothing but sex and likely abused her from the outset, if the noticeable lack of key, related, anatomy is anything to go by." "Uh, hello!" the girl squawks, "What does any of this mean?" Zissou heaves a sigh, "It is a difficult series of subjects to speak of. In ways you are wise beyond you age, in others you are pitifully naive. You have taught us much about what needs to be done to help you. We cannot begin to explain the intricacies to you. Not for the desire to teach you, but the situation at hand does not allow for such an explanation." Walking over to her, he adjusts the blanket to cover her once again. tightly, but not restrictively, tucking it in a way she can't easily undo it, saying, "Now please, show some modesty. I know it is against what you've been taught to know, but I promise we mean you well." Aren's calling attention to her removed clitoris sparked quiet alarm in him, and he wished to not be reminded of it. "Alright. Fine! But I'm not going to like it!" She protests, "And nothing you just said makes any sense!" Moments later makes the connection between the blanket and the warmth she felt from Zarik earlier. Slowly, the wheels begin turning in her young mind and she tries to understand the whirlwind of emotions she's suddenly experiencing. It doesn't take long for the warmth to start catching up to her, and she begins to smack her licks thirstily. Zissou notices and goes over to where the harpy abandoned Zarik's canteen. Noticing Cai on the floor, he says, "Gentlemen... It appears we may have forgotten about the other woman we should be caring for." Checking her for breath, he nods when he feels her exhale. "Please tend to her, Arendal. Belgarion seems all too ready for the fight and must be prepared should the moment arise." "Oh shit! On it!" Aren says and rushes to adjust Caionna's positioning to be more comfortable, then resumes the hitherto abandoned task of healing her. "Hither, child." Zissou says to the harpy, "Let us take our minds off of the heavy topic of your predicament, and focus on the more pressing topic at hand." Shaking the canteen, he adds. "You are likely very thirsty, allow me to help you quench that." She rushes to the best of her ability to him and sits beside him, looking back out over the battlefield. She looks him in the eye and blurts out, "I don't understand a word you say, but I feel like I can trust you." Removing the cap from the canteen, he holds it for her as Zarik did, but in a way that allowed her to watch the spectacle. Aren sighs, and says as if talking to Caionna, "How are we gonna explain to the kid that they aren't playing, and that one of them is gonna die... Given the comment she made about the other women before you coming and going quickly, she likely doesn't have a concept for it... This whole situation is messed up." Diverting his attention to Bel, he finally responds simply, "I know nothing of the device, and I feel that there is too much happening at the moment to make heads or tails as of yet." Below, Zarik and Zerilisk are beginning to get into their battle. Zerilisk darts from his starting position and uses the darkness in tandem with his natural camouflage to attempt to hide from Zarik. Zarik hovers in the air above where he thinks his foe is, and spits an array of breath attacks down in a scattershot, in an attempt to bunker the terrain. "Come out from hiding, you coward!" Upon hearing Bel's taunt, he gives away his position by jerking his head toward the tower. Zarik is quick to notice the discrepancy and coughs out a large hailstone that lands a glancing blow to his hind leg. "What do you know, elf!?" He roars, "Your kind doesn't understand the concept of singular, hand to hand, combat! what with your propensity for using your beloved magic and stinging arrows!" Zarik is beginning to feel the fatigue of being airborne and begins to make a descent directly toward Zerilisk. He winds up a claw raking and follow up with a tail slam. Missing both and barreling off-kilter due to being unaccustomed to his cumbersome new form. He crosses his arms to defend himself. The harpy follows Zarik intently between sips of water that she spits everywhere when she cheers anything that anything either fighter does. |
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Zarik looks up to the platform and thinks to himself, 'You clever son of a bitch!' knowing full well what the plan is.
"What is his deal?" Zerilisk hisses, "He dares slander the name of the Great Zerilisk the Black!" and gets up as if to try to attack the lookout. "Ah, ah, AH!" Zarik tuts, "You sure you wanna do that?" "What do you mean?" Zerilisk seethes, attempting a tail slap of his own. "What do you mean, 'what do you mean?' you slimy sack of shit!" Zarik retorts with a sidestep, "You know exactly what I mean you mealymouthed motherfucker! You've cheated twice in this farce of a battle from the moment you arrived and crashed our reunion! Want me to name them, or is your memory not as bad as your smell?" "Humor me!" Zerilisk rumbles, eyes squinted. "First! You told me I had to fight in this form! I fucking hate this form, but I agreed because it was the HONORABLE THING TO DO!" Zarik begins and flashes one taloned digit inches from his foe's face. Zerilisk snaps his jaw with blazing speed at the finger facsimile. The harpy gasps in shock when she hears Zarik decry his dragon form, she bemoans, "He hates his dragon self? But he's so sexy being all silver and shiny!" visibly crestfallen. Zarik pulls his hand back and winds up for a strong-arm haymaker straight to Zerilisk's eye, which elicits a pained hiss, then he continues is tirade, "SECONDLY! You tried to make the arena too dark to give yourself an edge in your contingency on fighting here!" "You're picking nits, half breed!" Zerilisk roars, "Besides, you immediately redressed the issue! Foul overruled!" "Who died and made you referee? Last I checked, you're the one who made these rules! You don't get to selectively enforce! Foul sustained!" Zarik belts out, "I shouldn't have fucking needed to do that! You had every intention to use the low light to hide like the cowardly turd nugget you are!" Aren groans and rolls his eyes, "Are they fighting to the death or trading dis tracks?" The harpy laughs and answers, "Yes." "Yes what?" Aren exclaims. "Both options." Zissou interjects. "This is ridiculous..." Aren grumbles. "Zarik has this one in the bag, full stop." Zerilisk growls and says, "Then what's the point of this delay? I only count two!" "You're clearly contemplating attacking the neutral ground with my friends in it!" Zarik yells and heaves a chunk of the destroyed boulder. "You mean your friends, my trophy, and my slave!" Zerilisk roars, narrowly avoiding the debris. Harpy visibly experiences an emotional rollercoaster from Zarik calling her a friend to the master she had been forced into thinking loved her laying bare his contempt for her. She begins wailing in sadness. "You know what? Make that three, cocksucker! I was gonna cite you attacking Bel while simultaneously telling him this isn't his place to get involved!" Zarik grins triumphantly, "Now the truth that you only kept the girl around be be a fuckable blood bag has shattered her illusions of you caring about her, and her rupturing of our ears in turn... Make that four!" As if on command, the light from earlier returns and drops a polearm on a direct bearing into Zerilisk's tail, rendering it useless. The resulting flash coincides with Zarik reverting to his human form, in ornate armor fashioned to look much like his dragon form. Matching colors, but sans wings. He stands with his back turned toward his foe, sneering over his shoulder. His right hand fanned out in front of his face, palm facing outward. His left arm pulled around his from with his hand folded around to the outside of the other arm, fingertips resting on his vambrace near the shoulder. Standing on his tip toes, his knees bent, right leg rotated to match the arm. He appears poised to jump at any moment. Calling up, he yells, "Let 'er rip, Bel! He doesn't want to play fair, so why should we?" Hopping up onto Zerilisk's haunch, he retrieves his spear with a pained hiss coming from his victim. Before he can be snipped at, he launches skyward with blinding speed. Harpy jumps up suddenly and throws up her arms as if she wasn't just crying uncontrollably, tossing the blanket off, and cheers happily for Zarik while Zissou struggles to get her to stop and wrap her back up. The sweat-dampened layer of filth on her body making her hard to hold still. |
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Zerilisk nervously chuckles, the gravity of the situation finally dawning on him. These two are no. Fucking. Around. He stammers, "I... Uh... Dunno what you're talking about. I think we got off on the wrong foot... Tru-- ARGH!" his call for ceasefire is abruptly, and painfully, cut short by Zarik landing spear-first in his left shoulder at near terminal velocity.
Zarik roughly rips the spear out of the wound with a hop to land next to Bel, "Excuse me?" He puts a hand up to his ear, blatantly ignoring that his helmet is technically in the way, "You want a what?" "TRUCE!" Zerilisk cries. "Nuh-uh." Zarik vetoes flatly, "What in the FUCK make you think you deserve mercy from us?" tapping his foot impatiently, "I'm waiting!" "I didn't mean it!" the large dragon bawls. "What in the fuck do you mean by 'you didn't mean it'? Do you think we're stupid or something? Exactly what in all of this did you not mean? Funny how you talk all kinds of shit until you're called on it and cornered." Zarik shouts. "I don't want to die!" Zerilisk continues to cry. "I didn't think things would go this way!" "OH!" Zarik exclaims, rounding back to Zerilisk's rear and thrusts his spear into his leg, "So I guess that just fucking excuses all of your sins! 'I didn't mean it daddy!' ain't gonna fucking save you here! You have a lot to answer for!" The behemoth shrieks in pain, and begs, "I'm sorry, okay! Let me go!" "Not before you answer for what you've done to us!" Zarik snarls as he rips the weapon out with a twist, "Where do I begin? OH! How about we rewind the clock a year or two when you summon Caionna to 'give her the gift of her own world'? Sound good? Or how about when you used that farce to steal her magical power, hmm? Or when you discovered that we were onto you and kidnapped her and started stealing her power at an accelerated rate when you discovered we were onto you?" Each point would be another violent stab, spraying black-as-tar blood with every withdrawal. "Stop!" Zerilisk pleas. "Those aren't even my fault! That was all Aesalth!" "You were still her lap dog!" Zarik roars, continuing his onslaught, "If those don't count, how about we change the subject to something that is unequivocally your doing, shall we? "That poor harpy you gleefully call your slave? Don't think your injustices have gone unnoticed! Where do I even fucking BEGIN? I guess the best place would be her physical condition! There is no way that you expect her to survive much longer with how little she appears cared for! She's thin as a rail, unnaturally dull in coloration, covered in filth and wounds, not to mention unmentionable fluids that don't belong to her. Add to that that you've completely crippled her. I'm not even going to go into detail! "How old is she? No more than three or four years, by my guess; which is barely into adulthood, and yet she shows so many signs of prolonged mental abuse and psychological torture! Her instinct upon meeting someone new shouldn't be to force herself onto them! How long has she been subjected to this shit? If I had to guess, I'd say damn near her whole life given how it sees to have shaped her very personality, if you would even call what she has a personality! "Give me one good godsdamned reason why I shouldn't do every last... Little...Thing... You did to her to you, or by the Author! I will do exactly... Fucking... That!" The whole speech is punctuated with a thrust into Zerilisk's body at different points, as he walks around the helpless foe. "What I do with her is none of your business!" Zerilisk snarls, his bravado returned. Zarik imitates a buzzer and picks up intensity on his blows, "Where do I even begin with the laundry list of things you just did wrong, Fucko!?" Driving his spear into Zerilisk's side, "FIRST! You asked to make the punishment 'relevant'! SECOND! You broke character and the crocodile tears suddenly ended! THIRD! We're taking that girl and rehabilitating her to the best of our abilities whether you like it or not! She doesn't deserve this kind of life. Even if we fail, I want her to have at least experienced what it felt like to actually be loved in her final - fleeting - moments!" As he gives his reasons, he pulls his spear back through the length f his victim's body. Harpy looks at Zissou and asks, fighting back tears, "What did he mean? Especially toward the end?" Having gotten her back wrapped up, Zissou solemnly responds, "As we have tried to tell you, you have been living a life undeserved. Shortly; you have been mistreated and we fear you may not have much time. It is our sworn duty to see to it that you see the true good in the world." Aren shakes his head and says, "Dammit, Zarik, you knew she could hear you..." Zerilisk roars in agony and tries to wrestle his way free, somehow not having noticed that Zarik was strategically stabbing mobility centers of his body in otherwise non-lethal ways until this recent strike, "You think you've won? This is far from over! I will be avenged!" "Yeah, I doubt that." Zarik says as he opens another grievous wound, "Because you and mommy dearest will be a warning: Do. Not. Fuck. With. Us!" Each word toward the end punctuating wide slashes. "I intended to beat you within an inch of your life and let you fade into oblivion, but I think that's too good for you. I've had enough." Pulling his spear out, the spear head showing severe corrosive damage from repeated, prolonged, exposure to the black dragon's caustic fluids. He drives it back in and leaves it. "Bel, do what you want to him. I'm fucking done." He removes his helm and starts walking away, in the direction of the wall the platform is on. On the ground near Zerilisk's dying body, near his tail, a small remote-like device lays in a puddle of his blood. |
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Zarik stands in silence for several minutes before saying, "Head back to the others. I'll scout a path Aesalth. Tell Zissou and Aren to do what they can to help Cai." walking back over to Zerilisk, he grabs hold of a few loose scales and rends them ruthlessly from his flesh.
Handing a few scales to the elf, he continues, "By taking these up to the platform, that should dispel the barrier and give you guys a path out of here. I'm trusting you to find answers. If I find anything, I'll contact Aren." Turning away, he makes another mighty leap and quickly disappears from sight. -Elsewhere on the mountain- A small green dragon scurries up to a dais wreathed in fire, in the center sits an immense red dragoness. She is rather elegant and regal appearing. From snout to tail, she stretches a phenomenal thirty meters in length. She is sleek and slender, the epitome of beauty by dragon standards. She notices the minion of the complementary color and speaks, "What news do you bring?" The comparatively puny dragon nervously stammers, "Lady Aesalth... I-I-I regret to inform you that Zarikonis has dispatched of Zerilisk. With alarming aplomb, if I may add..." "I see." the Great Wyrm muses, "What of Caionora or the bird?" "Under the control of the enemy! They liberated them before engaging in combat." says the green. "Good. The plan is coming together." Nods the Wyrm. A similarly sized blue dragon darts in and unceremoniously cries out, "We have a situation! Zarikonis has decided to mobilize toward us!" "Excellent!" Aesalth says wil a level tone, "Let him come. In fact, facilitate his journey. Allow him to bring me what I desire." "Understood!" exclaims the blue and departs as quickly as he arrived. "It is merely a matter of time. I shall soon have that which I desire. And to think that fool wants to deliver it to me on a silver platter." She laughs, "How deliciously appropriate." |
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