Open RP - Lucky Seven Labyrinth

Badoxe wrote:

(I laughed way harder than I should)

(Anyway I take it I'm in the Harem Succubus' lair? Also, about Aki's new ability, I always thought that Belle will somehow force her to use that said ability sooner or later. )

The sight of two beautiful bodies lost in their lust sent Aki's heart racing, even more with the smell of an alluring scent permeating the atmosphere, as if screaming love is in the air. The scene reminded Aki of her own dance with Belle, and the more Aki take the scene into her mind, the more she long for another beautiful dance. Aki imagined that even though Belle isn't here, the dance with not only one, but two other women will be heavenly enough to compensate the loss of her partner.

Yet, Aki decide to shake off the temptation and keep going to the other side. There's no way she can find Tomoe if she fall to every obstacles thrown her way. It's hard to take off her eyes from the erotic two, but Aki managed to keep herself composed and attempt to utilize her stealthy disposition to sneak past the two unnoticed.

Even though the floor seems to harness some magical power, Aki's sure that her increased willpower capabilities will be enough to cross them with tolerable damage. She crouch to hid herself from the girls' view, and begin to walk towards the end of the passageway, cautious of any traps on the floor, and other people that might be there, like the bunny girl from before.

(Two for much needed willpower, pl0x)
Gage awoke to the feeling of an uneven sleeping surface. With a groan, he reflected back on his previous adventure as he got up to his feet. He... won?

"Sure as shit doesn't feel like I won..." Gage commented to himself.

He will be better, he will earn this victory! Even if he sacrificed everything he had to do it. With a newly-steeled resolve, the grappler advanced through the portal with a gait of confidence.

"In that case, I'll lend a hand. Where is her hideout?" He then stops for a minute and looks around "Would it be too much to ask for some supplies as well?"

Alan decides to give the knocker a try. If there's no response then he'll try to see if there is another way in.

Etrigan, moved by only instinct, runs to make a distance between them. An effort to have time to get his head in place.

(Could you describe more of the surroundings? I like to base actions on the environment.)

(Loving the three-headed monkey)

(Badoxe – Thanks! I'm glad it’s been enjoyable so far)

Robert, Gate 1

Maria gives the boat a sideways glance to briefly consider its seaworthiness. “No need to worry about that,” she replies with a warm smile. “You’ll be able to protect me, right?”

Grabbing her walking stick, Maria limps over to the vessel with Robert in tow. The old man along the docks watches, but says nothing as Robert looses the boat from its tethers while Maria fixes the sail. Within less than an hour, the two depart from the coastal town, and Robert is greatly enthused by Maria’s confidence in his abilities. The beginning of the trip is littered with comments like, “There’s no way she’ll be able to defeat you!” and, “I’m sure we’ll find my sister soon.” She even regales Robert with the legend of the water witch to help pass the time.

The stories, she says, tell of a fiendish shapeshifter that lures unsuspecting seafarers to their doom. Maria says the witch is known to cast these sailors out into the seas to satisfy the cravings of the creatures of the underdepths. These actions have gained her a following of worshippers that believe her acts a necessary evil, but Maria maintains that the witch is a wicked sort.

As Maria tells her tale, Robert notices the skies blacken ominously around them with sudden, threatening clouds. He thinks to ask Maria about the sudden anomaly, but the girl becomes distraught as her tale turns to the abduction of her sister. Her sobs grow stronger in strength as the story progresses.

“She…she didn’t deserve it,” Maria stumbles, trying to hold back tears. “She was taken when…when…”

Her emotional barrier breaks down, and Maria turns away from Robert when her sobbing becomes uncontrollable. Hunched low, her blue locks obscure her pretty visage as she cries, her hands brought to her face.

Robert – Condition: Normal

Zeal, Gate 1

Zeal maneuvers his way to the chest and opens it in short order.

But rather than any material item, the psychic finds himself staring into an empty crate full of nothing at all. He stares at it ponderously for a moment, slightly frustrated that there wasn’t something, at least, inside the box.

It is then that he hears something. It’s difficult to make out at first, but the sound grows in strength soon enough. A soft feminine voice sings a chorus with words he cannot understand. Though the lyrics are obscure, clear enough to Zeal is that the voice is very beautiful. The music grows in strength and sound, the voice’s hypnotic hum sweeping through Zeal and wrapping him into its lovely, relaxing chords…

Enchanting Chant! Roll = 36. Success!
Zeal is Hypnotized!

…Zeal’s head begins to sway as he grows unsteady, unfocused. He feels himself leave his body, feeling the dreamy music chorale him into a weightless high that dampens his senses and disperses his thoughts. He hears something to his left – a splash? It sounds so far away…

The music continues to strengthen as psychic’s head turns toward the splashing sound. There, he finds one of the most beautiful girls he has ever seen.

Her long blonde hair remains perfect despite it being previously soaked in the calm waters. Her locks frame her beautiful, almost pale face, with piercing, crystal blue eyes. The woman is watching Zeal, all the while painting her plump, soft lips with a royal blue shade of lipstick. The natural pink hue of her mouth disappears beneath the thickly blue lipstick as she swishes it back and forth, back and forth, around and around until her lips are completely coated. She softly, slowly puckers them together, satisfied with the sensual application. Her hands fall away to reveal her two gorgeous breasts submerged beneath the water, slightly obscured by the rippling waves.

She’s smiling, and her voice is crystal clear despite Zeal’s sudden wooziness. “Do you like my music box?” she asks with an innocent tone. There’s something beautifully melodic about her voice.

Zeal’s so, so slow to react to her words, the music lulling his mind further into a puddle of goop. His voice echoes in his thoughts, though the words drift away not tethered by any sort of rhyme or reason. “The treasure box!” it whispers, floating away.

Seductive Submerging! Zeal is Hypnotized! Success!
One Willpower damage. Zeal’s Willpower is now 3.

The silky touches of the woman’s hands against his arm feel so, so good. His body feels as if it’s floating as she pulls him gently toward her, though she drifts backward in the water to allow what comes next. And though he finally falls into the water, the impact feels as if he falls into warm, soft, hazy cotton that wraps him up from within and without.

He sinks further into the depths, the water immeasurably warm and soothing around his skin. Zeal holds his breath, but for how long? The music continues to sing to him, and submission sounds so easy…and so right…

His captor soon joins him, wrapping him into a soft, lovely embrace. The water is completely clear as Zeal’s eyes drink in the woman’s appearance. The naked blonde presses her soft, lithe body against him, relishing in what effect her magic is having on him. It feels so warm, so soothing…the blonde leans forward and places a soft, gentle kiss on Zeal’s lips.

“Relax…” she whispers. Her voice melds seamlessly with the sound of her hypnotizing music box, both of which continue unhampered by the underwater depths. “Just relax…and give into my lips…”

Zeal – Stamina: 4/9, Willpower: 3/5; Condition: Hypnotized (Actions have chance to be interrupted so long as hypnotizing effect persists; actions against are automatic hits when hypnotized)

(SarcasticSpidey: I’ll take those actions one at a time.)

Godric, Gate 1

Godric tightens his grip on his staff and summons a blast of holy energy with a determined growl.

Ray of Light! Roll = 90. Success!
Two Stamina damage. Ghost Girl 1’s Stamina is now 0.

The golden light sears through the library and strikes the Ghost Girl directly, dispersing her into an ectoplasmic shroud that quickly fades away – her pained, gurgled cries fading with her.

The cleric turns toward his companion and finds her in a compromising position. Amy’s shrieks of resistance have died down as the redhead slumps with a thud into a vacant library chair, panting with gasping heaves of…pleasure?! Her physical body seems to continue to fade away from existence at the behest of the ghost girl, who is seen planting soft, beguiling kisses up and down Amy’s neck. The cleric’s erogenous zones glow a misty white as the spell continues.

Godric rushes forward as instincts kick in. He begins to chant his divine commands, his staff glowing a golden light. “By the power of Heinrich…” he starts with a bold voice.

Everything happens so quickly, including Godric’s divine order. Amy’s eyes are wide and unfocused, sometimes going crossed as the pleasuring, ghostly assault continues upon her body. She struggles to withhold her gasps, but her growing vocalizations behind her breaths are strong indications at what the ghost’s lusty assault may soon lead to…

“…I command you…” Amy’s eyes slam shut and the ghost girl’s eyes flash red. She uses her ghostly essence to turn the cleric’s face toward her own for one final, decisive kiss…

“Release her from your hold, gho—!!!”

Godric’s command is interrupted as the kiss connects, and a wave of spectral wind bursts forth from their embrace. To the sound of Amy’s shrieking orgasm, the force of the wave disperses books from their shelves, furniture from its rightful places, and Godric from his feet. The cleric is sent hurtling through the air and into a bookshelf, falling onto his rear with his back leaned against the tomes…

Literary Avalanche! Roll = 36. Success!

…some of the books are loosed from the shelves set higher upon the bookcase and fall onto Godric, but the cleric is quick enough to shield his head from their heavy weight. When the commotion seems to settle, Godric slowly relaxes his arms from his face to reveal the scene before him.

A few wayward documents wisp through the air amidst the clouds of dust and age. Chairs are overturned and books upon books lay scattered upon the ground. Just twenty feet from Godric’s position is his redheaded companion. Amy’s head is slumped forward as she sits unmoving in the chair, her slackened arms hanging to her sides. Her reddened locks of hair hide her face from Godric’s view.

The library is silent aside from Godric’s ragged breaths as he strives to calm himself.

Godric – Condition: Heroic, Strengthened

Magnus, Gate 1

Magnus continues on, fearing the mysteries of the forest while trusting the bunny beauty’s directions.

Nightfall sets soon enough, and Magnus is accompanied on this journey by the sounds of chirping insects and a very large moon. The light of the moon gives him little light through the trees, and Magnus sometimes stumbles over the occasional unseen branch during his trek.

He stops for a break near a large wizened tree that stands taller than the rest. Catching his breath, Magnus idly studies the grooves in the bark, noticing the tree’s outer skin features a sort of swirling pattern in its wood. He finds the tree a curious sight, though his inspection is cut short when he hears the sound of a snapping twig behind him.

Magnus turns on his heels toward the sound and finds only more forest, some brumble bushes, and continued darkness – the type of which he traversed to reach this point. His attention keeps to the bushes where the branches reverberate with life. And soon enough, something slowly becomes clear as he peers into a small gap in the brush. The angle of the moonlight shines perfectly onto a pair of great, big yellow eyes, though their owner remains hidden in the bush unseen.

The darkly pupils of the eyes are animalistic in nature, though their size suggests they belong to something with features more human than bestial. Both remain trained on Magnus with a hawk-like expression that reflects danger should the bard try anything funny.

Magnus – Condition: Normal

(hertzez: Maybe, maybe not to both statements )

Aki, Interlude 1

Confident her growing abilities can stave off whatever the glowing floor may bring, Aki begins her stealthy trek into the chamber…

…and WHOA. As she sets her feet into the blankets, it feels that the hands of a thousand masseuses ease her feet, toes and soles right up to her calves. Whereas the cavern floor was hard with dirt and rock, the blankets are like a sea; there is somehow no solid ground beneath the coverings, meaning Aki will be forced to slosh through the silky wrappings as if wading through water.

The contrast between the chamber and the cave prompts a deep gasping breath from the rogue, and she takes in a lungful of the sweet hazy incense, plunging her mind into a dizzied, desirous haze. Her destination swirls and swims slightly before her eyes, but thoughts of Tomoe steel Aki long enough to begin her trek.

Still, the thought of joining the pair of women to her left in their fierce makeout session proves quite tempting…

Challenge – Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road? Fight the effects of the blankets as you cross to the other side of the chamber. Three successes gets you across while a failure will take you down an opposite, perhaps stalled path. In any case, dwelling for too long within the chamber could mean the girls may notice you…

Step One! Roll = 38. Success! Aki moves forward!

Aki shakes her head and begins stumbling toward the exit. The sensations at her feet beckon her to stop and perhaps enjoy the lovely massages, but the rogue manages to keep going despite the sensation’s suggestions. The good news is the blankets soften her footsteps, making her undetectable – for now – from the embraced couple.

Aki – Condition: Normal

Gage, Interlude 1

Determined to earn victory, Gage sets forth with renewed convictions – and stronger self-control.

The cavernous passageway eventually widens and gives way to a gap in Gage’s path. At least fifty feet in length, the precipice stands between Gage and the second portal on the other side. From where Gage stands, there’s no telling what lies at the bottom of the crevasse, and it’s obvious to the wrestler that the only way across is a rickety old rope bridge with wood footholds.

But to get to the bridge, Gage surmises he has to go through her first.

She’s a mousy sort of girl, short and lithe with modest breasts. Her fair skin is accentuated by amaranth pigtails resting against her shoulders. She stands in front of the bridge almost comically; the girl appears to be a guard of some type judging by the oversized skimpy iron mail that serves as her armor. When Gage sees her, she’s dozing off as she leans against her large spear for support…her sizable helmet sliding down her petite face rather easily. Suddenly, her nose twitches, and auburn eyes above freckled cheeks open to see Gage coming toward her.

The guard readies immediately. She perks into an upright position, though grumbles in frustration when her helmet slides forward into her nose. Propping it up, her eyes dance from the approaching wrestler to the sign propped at her side. Gage follows her gaze:


The printed pair of lips upon the sign are a bedazzling red, contrasting against the aged wood. When Gage closes in, the guard holds up her hand with a contemptuous look. She idly adjusts her helmet with a flick of her head.

“Halt,” she says with a bold, clear voice. The voice doesn’t suit her; it seems very forced. He’s a head taller than she is! “You must pay the toll to cross the bridge!”

Gage – Condition: Stamina: 8/8, Willpower: 8/8

Kirito, Gate 1

The young woman brightens slightly, looking hopeful. “It’s somewhere in the mountains; nobody is exactly sure where it is, so that’s all I can tell you for sure.”

She motions to the young man that gave Kirito the antidote. “We don’t have much…” she starts with a sigh. “But we can offer what we can. Albert will see to it that you get what you need.”

The young woman eyes the lowering sun ominously. “Are you sure you want to head out tonight? I can offer you a place to stay so you can leave first thing in the morning.”

Kirito – Condition: Choose one of the following: Potion, Antidote, Holy Water, Rope (50 ft.), Smoke Bomb

Alan, Gate 1

Alan gingerly handles the fashioned door knocker and gives it a try. Within the hut, he hears somebody snort as if they were just rudely awoken in the middle of the night.

“Who?! What?! Huh?!” the voice stumbles from inside. It’s a woman’s voice, slightly more mature than that of someone her minor. The voice clears itself with a few coughs and some subsequent breaths before it sounds again, much more ominously at points:

“Let’s see…uh…right! Those who wish to visit me must answer me these questions three!” She pauses to clear her throat once more. “Question one: What…is your NAME?”

There’s a slight pause after she asks the first question, and Alan wonders if he’s supposed to answer or let her finish with the rest of the questions. He readies a reply, but is cut off when her voice booms out once again. “Question two: What…is your QUEST?”

Another pause; this time, Alan hears the woman apparently struggling with her own thoughts. “And three…three was…um…oh, whatever. Question three: WHAT…is…your…favorite COLOR?!”

Alan – Condition: Normal

Etrigan, Gate 1

Etrigan moves quickly to create some distance between himself and Prism…

Dodge, Duck, Dip, Dive and Dodge! Roll = 86. Success!

…and the enthralled woman goes sailing past as Etrigan spins out of her path and out of the way. Before Prism can recover, Etrigan takes a good look around his surroundings.

There isn’t much to their battlefield. His vantage point gives him a clear survey of what he has to deal with. The floor is covered in loose hay. About thirty feet directly in front of him is Prism. To her right are about seven or so large wooden crates stacked probably fifteen feet high in a pyramid fashion. To his left and out of the way are the Lovers, watching the battle and serving as the peanut gallery. To the left of them, probably about seven or so feet from where they’re standing, are three or four smaller wooden crates scattered about the floor. Behind the crates against the wall of the barn are tools: a rake, a broom, a length of chain, a bucket, a pitchfork and some empty sacks of feed.

He looks back to Prism who has regained her footing; it appears that she came close to running into one of the barn’s four support beams. “Don’t like red, huh?” she remarks. “How about a different shade…?”

The girl begins to search through the belt around her waist for a suitable color of lipstick.

Etrigan – Condition: Normal

Robert was intently listening to Maria's praises raising his confidence and his ego. As Maria tells him the story of the witch, he listens carefully to see if there is a detail that could help him fight her. The woman then talks about her sister and as she told her story, the clouds started to turn ominous around them.

"It sure got dark fast, is there a storm brewing?" Robert thought to himself. "Hey Maria, what-" before Robert could finish his question, Maria broke down in tears.

"Hey, we'll find you sister Maria but you need to remain calm. Tears won't help you save her. Believe me, I know...." Robert looks to the darken sky clearly in thought. "A shapeshifter......necessary evil......looks like I own the old man a punch in the face!" he thought to himself. a smile crept on his face. "Maria, something tells me that we are getting near to this witch's location."

Robert laid eyes on Maria, placing his right hand close to his dagger. Robert has been fooled by pretty faces before and something in him makes him beleive that he's being tricked again. "Maria, does this witch often turn herself into a beautiful blue haired woman?" He asked in a joking tone that hinted his suspiciousness.

Aki almost let out a loud gasp at the feelings of the blankets. She covers her mouth to prevent her location given out by her voice, but even so, a soft, muffled pant still came out from her mouth.

Aki give the two women a glance. Thankfully, they're too busy with their own affair and Aki's pant has been masked by their own voices, but the act of glancing at the two ladies proves to be disastreous.

Aki almost stopped completely to enjoy the sight. She almost stopped to further feel the massage of the blanket, lying down to take in the softness and fully inhale the sweet smell, all while watching the two beauties making out...

Aki's trying, but she's struggling to continue.

Gotta...resist... Zeal thinks to himself as he attempts to blast the woman with a psychic burst

Alan couldn't stop the smile from appearing on his face "In order: My name is Alan, my quest is to find an enchanted ring with which I can use to propose to the woman I love, and my favorite color is red."

He emphasized the last point by clutching his scarf.

(Those eyes...there is no doubt, she must be a Nekomata. This is my chance.)

"Hello!"

The Bard raises his arms, in a sign of peace.

"Please, do not be afraid. I have no intentions to harm you, i swear"

After a short pause, Magnus remains his position.

"I assure you, i am unnarmed, and i am not a threat. I just wish to meet your leader...i am in very serious trouble, tired and hungry, but i believe she can be of assistance....

Magnus finally lowers his arms and smiles softly, hoping his plead will reach her ears.

"I know you have no reason to believe me...you can tie me up and bring me to your people, if that would make you feel safer. I will not resist."

"Another Antidote will do just fine." He smiles happy to recieve some sort of help. "I suppose staying a night wouldn't hurt, going after this lady right away seems like a recipe for disaster. I humbly accept your offer!"

I swear to Christ.

Gage looked upon the mousy female with a curious and exasperated look. There were tolls, now?

Gotta pay the troll toll to get in to that port hole, gotta pay the troll toll to get in!

Gage hung his head a moment, hands on his hips, "Toll? Okay, I'll bite: what's it cost? I take it cash isn't an accepted form of currency here." Gage didn't think he'd have much trouble with this girl. She was just adorable, was all. She practically paled in comparison to Viola. So a kissing toll couldn't be too terrible, right?

Out of reflex he goes to grab his knife, only to remember he lost it.

"Damn it."

He thinks when it's opponent is already coming closer. Seeing that there's not much else to do, he charges forward against his enemy aiming for the heart again.

Rom, starting to worry and still determined to escape keeps climbing, getting ready to dodge once more

At the redhead's two last questions, William flinched and his cheeks blushed a light red color. "I should....." he drifted off, before regaining his focus.

"Firstly, I would prefer if you finished your jokes. Secondly, I am looking for an artifact named the Orb of Kosh, a divination tool said to be able to triple the magical power of it's wielder, and the spell I use to search for it guided me here."

He wasn't sure how the locals would react if he told them about the labyrinth and the portals, but he would rather not risk it. He had also done his best to ignore Andrea's last question, of course, both internally and externally. Even thinking about taking up her offer would most likely distract him from his task.

(I’m going to be expanding the enemy scenario list next post. Let me know if there are any enemies you’d like to see added)

Robert, Gate 1

“Actually, hun…” a sexy voice purrs from behind Robert. “On days like these, I tend to dress a bit more…natural.”

The young man turns quickly to find a beautiful topless brunette sitting nonchalantly against the sailboat’s stern. She’s just a bit more than a few feet from Robert’s position, but she doesn’t dally there for long.

Instead, the woman takes to the air with magical flight with grace and speed. She levitates several feet above the vessel, and Robert is momentarily stunned by her beauty. Her soft lips, painted a mysterious blue, sparkle and glisten with a glimmer that matches her neck scarf long enough to brush against her large, perky breasts. The fabric of her scarf and her long, bedazzling skirt swishes back and forth with a hypnotic fluttering that causes Robert to grow slightly dizzy with lusty thoughts of what may lie beneath.

Her dazing appearance allows enough time for the woman to float quickly to the ship’s front uninterrupted. With a malicious laugh, she points at Maria. Though Maria’s back is to him, Robert can see from the girl’s expressions that she is apparently surprised.

“You’ve done well, my dear,” the mysterious woman purrs. The skies grow darker and darker with a malevolent storm. Thunder booms as lightning dances. The woman’s eyes glow with an arcane fervor – the Water Witch!

“I’ve done as you asked!” Maria cries, pointing at Robert. There’s an element of hysterics to her voice. Tears are flowing freely down her face. “Now please! Give Jaina back to us!”

The witch smirks evilly before looking to Robert with a lick of her lips. “Yes…he will do nicely,” she says, looking him up and down. “But I’m afraid…you will do nicely as well!”

The witch’s teal lips glow bright with white magic as she brings her hand to her mouth. With a deep smooch and a “Muah,” the Water Witch releases from her hand a soft pink heart that quickly glitters and sparkles its way into Maria’s face.

Maria is struck full in the head by the witch’s blown kiss. The impact sounds as if the girl is struck directly with a thick fluffy pillow. The heart explodes into a plume of pink mist and elicits a soft, surprised yelp from its victim. It doesn’t look painful; rather, the blown kiss seems to have had an intoxicating effect upon Maria, from what Robert can tell. The girl staggers and sways on her feet, rendered helpless by the heart, before…

“Oh…” she softly moans, falling sideways. She faints…clear off the side of the ship and into the murky waters.

Robert – Condition: Normal

Aki, Interlude 1

Aki struggles to collect herself amid the charmed wrappings, feeling her legs grow warm and sluggish with each drowsed step she takes…

Step 2! Roll = 9. Failure!

…and she can feel herself getting closer to where she wants to be. The other side, right? Her mind clouded by the magic of the blankets and the musky incense, Aki’s eyes slowly drift shut as they roll into the back of her head.

She becomes lost in thought: What would Belle think of the form she uses as she walks? She tries to shake that off for a much more relevant alternative – What would Tomoe think of this whole situation? But the lusty smells and sensual touches against her legs bring back memories of that fateful dance with Belle.

Her mind drifts back to the pile of pillows at the center of the chamber, and she imagines Belle and Tomoe both waving their arms, seductively beckoning the rogue closer…closer to the two women locked in their passionate kissing display, the world’s problems lost to them as they kiss, and kiss and kiss...

Aki opens her eyes – or does she? She revives to find her eyes already open. The mirages of Tomoe and Belle slowly fade into clouds of smoke that move like syrup. The puffs of incense flow through the air and softly, gently toward Aki before wrapping her in their enthralling clutches. The fumes dance around her body like a ghostly shroud, and the scent pulls the rogue another soft, hypnotic step forward before she realizes where she is – just about five or so feet from the kissing duo.

Aki feels like she’s trying to stand on water. The room appears so hazy. She eyes the pillows. She feels it would be so much easier to just…lay down…

Aki – Condition: Trekking

Zeal, Gate 1

Zeal tries to focus his mind, but the music is just so loud…the water is so warm…and this girl is so…close…

Hypnotized! Roll = 18. Success! Zeal resisted the hypnosis!

…but the familiar feeling of psychic energy soon develops in his mind’s eye despite the lusty distractions. The song urges him to be still. Nevertheless, Zeal tries to use his mustered energy to attack the music’s master…

Psychic Blast! Roll = 52. Success!
One Stamina damage. Water Siren’s Stamina is now 4.

The calm, slow waters ripple violently as Zeal opens his eyes and unleashes a forceful wave of purple energy at the beautiful siren. He interrupts her soft, melodic whispers, and the girl is sent hurtling backward through the water and hard into the rocky walls. The back of her head cracks against the stone.

“Ooohhh….” The siren seems to pass out briefly with a bubbly moan, stunned by the impact, leaving Zeal to tread water. His lungs begin to burn for air, but the melodic music…makes it all alright…

Zeal – Condition: Hypnotized, Lungs…burning…

Alan, Gate 1

Alan is greeted with silence upon his response.

Sure, the forest is still twinkling with the sounds of strange magicks, but the woman inside the hut is not immediately heard for some time. The ninja leans closer to the door to perhaps better hear any signs of movement.

He doesn’t need to lean long. He rears back slightly upon the sound of crashing pottery and a few choice swear words from inside the hut, followed by the thumping of scattered footsteps. Alan idly looks around; he’s still completely alone in the twilight forest, accompanied only by chirping insects.

His attention is drawn back to the door of the hut when he hears the woman clear her throat inside. The sound is followed by the thick noise of wood sliding against wood – a heavy chair, no doubt. After a few awkward squeaks of wood, the silence returns.

“Come in…” the voice purrs with a husky tone, but the door doesn’t give Alan much choice.

Slowly, the door swings backwards into the hut as if by magic. The hut’s interior is revealed to be very…red.

A hazy fog of thick, crimson incense hangs in the air, mingling with the glowing orange hue of torchlight. The scent assaults Alan’s nostrils and reminds him of a sort of spicy cinnamon perfume, causing his nose to wrinkle. There’s not much room inside the hut, Alan notices. A lantern swings above a circular table at the center of the room, which is where Alan finds the owner of the mysterious voice.

The woman is impossibly beautiful. A busty redhead, her appearance matches the space’s general crimson décor. Her curly hair is pulled back; only a handful of long strands fall into the path of her brilliant green eyes that pierce the musky smoke. Her puffy lips, painted a sparkling pink shade, are curved into a sultry smile as Alan enters. She’s seated at the table wearing a tight red corset that pushes up her soft, huge breasts to the point of escape. A white tablecloth makes it impossible to see her legs, though Alan’s more preoccupied with her neckline.

The redhead giggles and leans forward against the table, setting her breasts against the wood. Alan’s eyes drift between her enormous valley of cleavage…

Booby Flash! Roll = 34. Success!
One Willpower damage. Alan’s Willpower is now 7.

…and Alan is transfixed by her beautiful breasts. His eyes are particularly glued to a necklace that dangles low between her cleavage; the light of a small ruby gemstone begins to grow hazy in his vision. He’s slow to snap out of it, turning his head upward toward the hut’s ceiling where he finds…scarves? Bright red scarves -- much like the one he wears -- dangle from the roof of the hut like streamers, sobering Alan’s sudden arousal just slightly.

“You seek a ring, yes?” the redhead says, breaking into his reverie once again. She motions her hand toward a crystal ball set before her as well as a chair opposite from where she sits. “Come, sit. I – Alyssa, the Torchbearer – will help you find what you seek.”

Alan – Stamina: 6/6, Willpower: 7/8; Condition: Normal

Magnus, Gate 1

The being within the bush is silent for a moment, but then the fiendish, yellow eyes begin to giggle.

“Leader?” she says. Her voice is so smooth; it simply rolls from her tongue. “Tathra Zol will gladly tie boy up, but not for any leader. No, no….”

The eyes drift shut before the bushes rustle and quake. Magnus hears a soft slithering sound against the leaves and the grass as the being begins to come into the light. At first, only her silhouette is clear to see among the darkness, which  makes it apparent that this girl, whatever she is, is not a nekomata.

“Tathra Zol has no leader, foolisssssss boy,” she hisses with a breathy tone, building the suspense. The figure rounds around the bush and steps into the light soon enough – or rather, slithers.

Tathra Zol is both woman and snake. The bard knows a lamia when he sees one, and this particular lamia is no spring chicken. Her upper half is of a traditional beauty. She’s clearly an exotic sort, with tanned skin and tribal tattoos trailing up and down her arms. Her hair, a thick green, hangs low to her shoulders and frames her beautiful face. Her bright pink lips are spread for a wide, toothy grin, showing off the grey-eyed beauty’s sharp fangs. A skimpy bikini top is all that keeps her from being completely naked, for her lower half is more than a dozen thick feet of a cobra’s body.  

Slowly, she glides her tongue over her lips as she eyes Magnus up and down; both individuals are illuminated in the moonlight in their own corner of this world.

“Lucky for boy, Tathra Zol is generous today,” she says with a sharp hiss. Her face is twisted into a smug expression as she closes in on Magnus. “Boy want to see kitty cats? Fine. Tathra Zol will take him.” Her grin grows wider, if that is even possible. “But…not before Tathra Zol shows boy why Tathra Zol is queen of forest. And it all begins…with a color…”

Tathra Zol stops just before reaching Magnus, and it then becomes clear to the bard just how big she is. The lamia stands several heads taller than he does, while her tail could wrap him up whole if she cared to. Her breasts are as big as his head while her puffy lips dwarf his own mouth.

She drifts her hand to her waist where Magnus spots something he missed before: a belt. Attached to the belt are several tubes of lipstick colored different shades: green, purple, red and pink.

“So then, boy…” Tathra Zol beckons with a smirk. “Choose fate. Tathra Zol promises boy’s pleasure will be nothing like boy ever felt before.”

Magnus – Condition: Oh shi-- I mean…Normal

Kirito, Gate 1

Despite how he started it, Kirito ends the day on a relatively high note.

He ends up staying at the woman’s house. Along with her name, Kirito learns how Amanda has been directly affected by Anna’s ministrations. Her husband was one of the men that left the village to take on the summoner more than a year ago.

Her husband was one of the men who never returned.

Still, Amanda spared no expense to serve Kirito a filling meal, and the swordsman found himself pretty tired when it was time to turn in for bed. Staying in Amanda’s spare room, Kirito tucked in early to get a decent night’s rest to prepare him for his upcoming trial…

Welcome to Dreamland! One Willpower damage. Kirito’s Willpower is now 8.

But littering his dreams are lusty visions from the past day. He sees the blonde conjuration in great vivid detail, practically glowing as she plants kiss after kiss after kiss onto his lips, furthering his daze.

The dream turns to something much more explicit. The scene shifts: Kirito, in this dreamy state, is stumbling, defeated on two feet and helpless to the wiles of the blonde temptress. She’s on her knees before him, applying a thick, creamy coat of her pink, sparkling lipstick. She finishes with a satisfied pucker, and her eyes turn to the swordsman with a devilish, sultry look.

“Sweet dreams…” she purrs, and the words softly echo through his head. Chorused by the phrase, the blonde takes Kirito’s throbbing member into her mouth and begins to suck and lick at the shaft with a mindblowing blowjob. The words grow louder as the scene swims before Kirito’s eyes, the blowjob going faster and faster and faster. She licks and sucks at his cock with utmost desire, and Kirito's head grows light. There’s giggling, but the voice is unfamiliar. Somewhere, the blonde moans. The blowjob continues fiercer and fiercer. The pleasurable pressure builds. His climax is mounting…

Kirito's eyes shoot open with a gasp. He finds himself back inside Amanda’s spare room in the middle of the night…

“Well, sort of,” a voice says matter-of-factly from above the swordsman’s prone form.

Kirito looks up and sees an absolutely bewitching woman hovering in a sitting position above his bed. From what he can see, the girl is a lithe brunette beauty wearing a sparkling set of exotic clothing, much like the genies of the tales. Her large breasts are barely covered by a hastily tied shimmering blue vest that contrasts well with her sparkling baggy leggings. Across her head is a sparkling jeweled headband that slightly pulls back her bouncing brown locks as the tanned beauty talks to…a wall?

“It’s that room, sure, but he’s actually in my dreamworld,” she says with a precise nod. She then nibbles at her pretty pink bottom lip with a mischievous look. “And I think he’s just about…yes! He is!”

The brunette looks down to Kirito with a beaming smile, hovering herself to the foot of his bed in short order. She sets her feet down for a soft landing and leans forward onto the mattress with her hands, giving Kirito an ample look at her lovely breasts.

“Welcome to Dreamland!” she chimes with a glittering smile. “My name is Alexis. I’ll be your host on this guided tour through the Land of Nod.” She bounces off the bed and reaches to her side, grabbing a tube of lipstick from sights unseen. “The tour can be really easy…if you’re not fussy, that is,” Alexis says before gracefully sliding her lipstick over her mouth with smooth strokes. She smacks her lips together once finished and flashes Kirito a saucy look. “So why don’t you just sit back, relax, and let me get at that nice cock of yours…?”

The dreamwoman eyes Kirito’s member with a look of absolute lust. Sure enough, his member is completely hard thanks to the vivid dreams from before.

Meanwhile, Alexis begins to slowly crawl toward the swordsman, desire apparent in her shining yellow eyes. The swordsman is prone on the bed; his sword is resting in the back left corner of the room while his items are at a bed-stand to his right.

Kirito – Antidote received; Stamina: 5/5, Willpower: 8/9; Condition: Normal…”But not for long…” Alexis taunts.

Gage, Interlude 1

The guard almost looks relieved that Gage decides to heed to her command.

She snaps back to attention fairly quickly, but drops her spear in the process. She forsakes the weapon, choosing instead to ruffle through a satchel at her side. “The toll…the toll…the…” she mumbles, searching through the bag for something. Gage hears the clinking of glass and clacking of plastic, but it takes several long moments before the guard satisfies her search.

“Here we are!” she chimes musically. In her hand are three shiny tubes of lipstick, most likely. Each are of a different color – one is a passionate shade of red; one is a dreamy sort of blue; and the third is a reflective chrome that bears only the colors of what’s around it.

“The toll…is one kiss!” she proclaims with a bold voice, holding out the lipstick with a grand, epic stance unbefitting of a person with her stature. Quickly, however, she recedes back into herself as quick as a mouse. “…with me. You have to, ah, kiss me…” she giggles meekly, a blush coming to her cheeks. The guardsgirl quickly clears her throat to regain her composure. “Sorry,” she says quickly. “Not many people seem to come this way, so it’s not often that people are paying the toll…”

She eyes Gage up and down, and the wrestler gets the feeling she’s checking him out. There seems to be something on the tip of her tongue for words, but she holds them back.

“So…ahem…” she starts, straightening her posture. She holds out t the three tubes of lipstick for Gage to plainly see. “I’ll need you to, ah, choose which lipstick you’d like to be…uh…kissed…with.” Her eyes bounce nervously from Gage’s face to her boots, apparently much more interested in her boots. “I can’t tell you what they do, exactly, but I can tell you that two lipstick marks from one of these three will be your key to the other side of the bridge.”

She looks over her shoulder to Gage’s destination. “Trying to cross without them…won’t end well for you, I’m afraid,” she murmurs, her eyes casting toward the deep darkness below the bridge. She turns back to the wrestler with another nervous smile.

“So are your choices. Red, blue…or the third one,” she says with a widening smile. “…which can be whatever color you desire.”

Gage – Condition: Normal

Etrigan, Gate 1

Forgoing the bubblegum heart, Etrigan rushes forward for a vicious stab against Prism!

Attack! Roll = 24. Success!
One Stamina damage. Prism’s Stamina is now 6.

His target manages to sidestep his blade somewhat, but not enough to miss completely. Prism howls as the sword catches her in the right arm and she stumbles away from the man in pain. The wound heals quickly enough, though it’s clear to see Prism still felt the attack.

Sliding the tube of lipstick back to her belt, Prism cracks her knuckles. “Playing rough, huh?” she says with a grin. “Maybe red is your color, after all!”

Rushing forward, Prism catches up to Etrigan quickly with a vicious uppercut toward his stomach…

Smothering Kisses! Roll = 71. Failure!

…but the ranger is quick enough to backpedal out of Prism’s torrid path, circling around her for a counterassault. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches the Lipstick Lovers looking on – some more concerned than others. Both Jessica and Sally look a bit worried while Yumi looks…more amused than anything.

Etrigan – Condition: Normal

Rom, Interlude 1

Rom watches the vine warily as it seems to prepare to strike.

Maintaining his lessening grip against the rock wall, the hunter braces himself for whichever direction he has to dodge in to get out of the way of the plant cobra. So focused on the vine, Rom barely picks up on the sound of a kiss smacking against a palm. “Muah,” echoes the voice of the deep cavern, followed by the sound of a long, breathy exhale against a palm.

The plant lurches slightly, and Rom braces – but he catches sight of something out of the corner of his eye. Something emerging from the deep darkness below him. Something…sparkling and pink…

Lovely Kiss!  Roll = 2. Success!
One Willpower damage. Rom’s Willpower is now 4.

…the magical heart strikes his face before Rom even knows what’s happening.

His vision flashes pink with the attack. The feeling of a dozen soft, warm kisses against his face spreads through his mind like a gas. The perfumed heart makes his member throb despite his perilous predicament. The feelings instead usher thoughts deep within his mind that sends his head spinning. The perfumed kiss beckons him to let go – let go and get a full taste of those sweet, sweet lips.

“Yes…” hisses the woman of the deep. Her voice snaps Rom back into his senses, suddenly realizing that he is loosening his grip on the wall to the point of no return! He tries regaining the ledge…

Grab the Ledge!!! Rom is Quick. Advantage!
Roll = 36. Roll = 7. Success!

…and the hunter manages to pull himself forward enough to regain his weight and senses completely, scrambling the remaining lengths of the rock wall before dropping to the dirt on the other side of the precipice. Hearing the vine lurch to life, Rom scampers out of the way of its path…and is safely unharmed as it slams down too late at the ground behind him.

Rom catches his breath to the sound of the woman’s frustrating grumblings. “Mark my word, traveler…” she growls. “Should you ever return, I will have you for my own!” The large, bulbous vine slithers from the cliff edge and back down below, though Rom doesn’t dare watch where it leads.

Instead, he catches his breath and assesses himself. Not only woozy from the vine strikes, Rom feels less and less like carrying on with the labyrinth – not the greatest sign of willpower, unfortunately. Rom can see the passageway leads to the swirling light of the second gate, though he knows he could try to take a restorative nap on the other side of the precipice. The rest would likely help him clear his head and lick his wounds…if the labyrinth allows him to sleep so soundly and unprotected, that is.

Rom – Stamina: 5/7, Willpower: 6/9; Condition: Normal

William, Gate 1

Sensing weakness, Andrea pushes her pursuit.

“I'm not joking…” she breathes, leaning closer. “You’re off duty, Mr. 'Order of Hermes.' You can relax a little, I promise.” She pulls back from the table slightly with a mischievous glance, shifting her body and her rear against her chair. “Here, let me help you…”

Playful Foot Rub! William is Unaware. Success!
Resolute! Roll = 97. Failure!
One Willpower damage. William’s Willpower is now 6.

The ravishing redhead gets a zesty look on her face as she guides her right foot up between William’s legs and to his crotch. Maintaining the mage’s attention with an enthralling look, she works her foot at William’s member, rubbing his crotch with a gentle persuasiveness and urging. Her rubbings grow stronger as William’s member grows harder and harder to her touch.

Not skipping a beat, Andrea looks absolutely pleased with her flirty footrub. She says nothing as her foot continues to work at William’s cock, though the lusty look on her face seems to say it all. Slowly, the fiery redhead licks her lips with want and desire.

William – Condition: Stamina: 7/7, Willpower: 6/7; Condition: Footjob (Escalating Willpower damage per turn as long as action persists)

Perhaps my Archangel Giga-Bimbo can join the list of enemies? =)

"well, I was kinda right...." robert thinks to himself as he looks to the brunette. Robert was so distracted by her beauty that he was only paying half attention to what she was saying. Even the raging weather wasn't enough to deter Robert from her beauty. However, as soon as maria fell into the water, Robert snapped out of it.

Looking at the now rippling water, Robert turns his head towards the witch "Once I return the girl to the boat, I'm gonna end you."

Robert dives into the water and attempts to save maria

((I'd like for My Dragon Warrior Mark to join if possible, though I'm not sure where I could come in. XD))

(just read the first post and post what it tells ya)

Name: Mark Terrazi
Age: 22
Class (for flavor): Dragon Warrior (A Swordsman who wields powerful Dragon-like Attacks)
Weapon: Drakefang
Appearance (clothing, looks, etc.): Wear's Blue Jeans and a White shirt with red stripes down the side. He is very tall at about 6'4", has short, spiky Dark-blond hair, and emerald-green eyes.
Personality: A young man who is very confident in his abilities and is almost always sure he can come out on top in any situation, no matter how bad it look's. He's polite around Girls, even Midara, but when it comes to Midara he, at least tries, to consider them as nothing more than monsters for him to slay...this obviously get's harder as his willpower goes down.
Motivations/Backstory/Kinks (feel free to get creative): A Bounty Hunter who travel's from Area to area, taking any job that look's good and pay's well...If the cause is good enough he can even be considered to take jobs that don't pay. He doesn't succumb to Midara often, but those with Lipstick are always more likely to succeed, and he also has a thing for Large Breasts, and the occasional obsession with Latex body suits as well.

Stamina: 7
Willpower: 7
Character Trait: TOUGH
Character Flaw: INDECISIVE
Item: Rusty Key (Obtained from a recent Bounty)

Rom finds a sheltered part of the cavern and attempts to rest

Fuck....FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!


Magnus takes a few steps back, but he can already tell it is useless to try to escape...the Lamia is too big, her body is far better prepared to travel through the jungle, not to mention all the knowledge she has about the place.

Tricking her wont work either...she certanly knows this place like the back of her hand, a mere monkey wont be enough....

The Bard continues staring at her, until he swallows as calmly as possible.

''My dear Tathra.'' He begins.


''I am quite sorry to say this, but i simply do not have the time right now....i have little doubts of your *ahem* skill with the male gender, and as tempting as your offer is, i do have to counter with one my own.''


With that said, Magnus confidently wields his trusty Mandolin.

''I am sure you have done this kind of thing a lot of times in the past, am i wrong? But did any of them ever sing you....a serenade?''


He begins to play the instrument, hoping his music will be able to sway her.


''This is my proposition. While i wouldnt be against your idea, this would work much better for me....and i suspect, it might be just as pleasant to you.''



''If you really do not wish to listen, i will pick Red, but please, at least give it a chance.'', he continues.


And with this, the Bard begins playing, as a soothing melody takes over the forest as his mind prays for Tathra's mercy...his song is beautiful, but not magical in nature, so Magnus knows that his only shot lies at Tathra liking it enough to give him a pass.


(I seriously shouldnt have picked a Bard, i am terrible with rhymes....i hope the lack of any actual song will suffice, but i will try to make something up if you really need me to.
Oh, english isnt my first language, so i am sorry for my poor grammar.)

"Thank you, Alyssa" Alan says as he takes the offered seat.

As he sits across from the beautiful maiden he finds his gaze slowly being drawn to her cleavage again. He grips his scarf to remind himself of his true love and forces himself to stare at her crystal ball instead.