llamaenterhear
Username: Password:

Recent Posts

Pages: 1 2 3 [4] 5 6 ... 10
31
Fields of Challenge / Re: Freetext Friday
« Last post by Dragonlordmax on November 21, 2014, 05:25:46 PM »
Apparently, baby is a freetext. Let's do it!
32
Links / Re: Interesting Non-Game Stuff
« Last post by Murometz on November 21, 2014, 05:04:41 PM »
33
RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Silveressa on November 21, 2014, 02:51:32 PM »
The pale priestess showed a little more color than usual for her pale countenance, and it could not all be chalked up to the recent action. "Sil? May I make use of your emotional quotients and experience with the human condition?"

Silveressa looked over at Echo's approach and nodded, grateful Lucky managed to alert at least a few of her comrades. "Of course, what happened?" She looked at the priestess in concern, leading her a few stps away from Lucky after depositing Willem at his feet.

It was obvious that Echo was different when earnest and out of her comfort zone, less cocky and more sincere.
"Some of us have adapted better to the mismatch between our old and new self" Echo eyed Lucky.
"For me, it was mostly a difference in basic bodily functions so far. But…"

Silveressa eyed her friend with concern, raising an eyebrow and nodding, “Something happened recently?” She lowered her voice so as to give them a bit more privacy. “Whatever you wish to share I shall keep in the strictest of confidence, keen canine ears aside.” She glanced over at Lucky who seemed more occupied keeping Willem from tickling his belly than listening to their interactions.

"I bet I will read it all tomorrow in the Webhold Gazette. Shocking revelation, the elves are sexually confused!"
That was easy.
"Well, I should have expected this to happen sooner or later. I just figured that you being more feminine and developed, the attention would be bestowed upon you. I got hit on, though, and this brings up so many questions that I don't know where to start."
Excellent, dig a little in the dirt with your shoe to appear *more* nervous. There.
"First of all, am I a hopeless nerd for refusing a threesome in a fantasy land, just because the other two were drunk? And am I naive to cling to faithfulness in a dreamscape of fancy?"

Silveressa listened thoughtfully her slightly amused smile vanishing as she grasped the gravity of the situation, noddingly in understanding. “I usually have Lucky around in this land, and he can be a bit.. Off putting when it comes to garnering the attentions of strangers.”

"No, it's an established trope in fantasy settings that cross-species love is … well, happens all the time." She blushed. "Sorry, please continue."

Silveressa smiled and blushed slightly herself at the reference to her relations with Lucky, shrugging self consciously. “Were the two that propositioned you elves, a married couple by chance?”

"Humans, why?"

She shrugged and continued to speak quietly, “I recall the guards at the palace making some remark about Elven women being amazing between the sheets, perhaps this couple had heard similar things and were just drunk enough to approach you in the hopes of getting lucky?”

"I like sober partners… Okay, but I certainly *hope* I am amazing. No change from my human self, of course."

A decidedly girlish sigh followed, shoulders slumped.

"It's just, what exactly am I now? And how am I supposed to handle this? And will we ever return? Shall I try to find love here, or try to cross back home to return to my dear? Can I, even? I know the narrative imperative demands the possibility to arise, but that's in books…"

Silveressa smiled reassuringly, reaching out to take Echo’s hand gently in her own, squeezing it softly. “Turning them down sounds like the right choice, once they sobered up the next morning they may well have reacted poorly to the results of their drunken proposition.”

She thought for a moment before continuing, “You’re still the person I call friend, no matter what shape you have, as for love, am I correct that you still find women your preference? I know feminine hormones may have awakened other desires.”

Well, that would be difficult - at least Echo's very face looked constipated with words unspoken.
Sigh.

"I would have left them both to ravish me, honestly. And if you tell this to the guys, I will go cry in a corner, because hormones. It's … I find people attractive now, without considering things as gender. I guess it's the Elven thing to do, but…"

Silveressa grinned slightly despite herself at Echo’s comment of crying in a corner, nodding in understanding, “Love is where you find it, gender and species, and even the number of romantic partners is of less importance than whether you love them, and they love you in return.”

"So, you wouldn't find the idea of Liantirie in a kitchen in an apron, baking cakes and being molested by a husband unmanly?"

Ah, back with those jokes, Echo? Yes, please. Jokes are funny, that's why they're jokes.
"It would be skull-shaped cakes of course."

The ranger giggled at the mental imagery Echo’s comments brought forth, squeezing her hand again, this time  holding the squeeze for a second longer than necessary. “I think as long as you’re happy with a husband, baking skully cakes no one, least of all me, would find it at all unbecoming of you; living happy is what matters, not conforming to what you think others expect of you.”

"Well, the right to the pursuit of happiness sounds nice. The ideology works out perfectly, and if someone doesn't like it, I hope I'll know Holy Smite by then - how about the practical aspect? What's the Elven fertility cycle, pregnancy rate, cross-fertility rate, pregnancy duration and death rate in childbirth?

I have to worry about all these now, and I know jack squat about being a girl." Here, the Elven memory may help, certainly. "I am slightly … hesitant … about searching the memory for this. I mean, is Liantirie even a virgin? I may find… stuff."

Silveressa nodded again, slower this time, “I know what you mean about being hesitant to delve into your past memories, I too, worry what this body may have experienced, and if remembering those things will change who I currently am.”

"Well, the fact that you are whole and unharmed changes something for you already, doesn't it?" Echo hugged Silveressa awkwardly, she had still a lot to learn about sisterhood and… the feeling was stronger than remembered from online discussions.

Silveressa sighed at the priestesses observation, "I'd been in constant pain for so long back on earth I'd forgotten what it feels like not to hurt all the time, every moment here is blissful in that aspect." She waved a hand dismissively and gestured for Echo to continue.

"Don't worry, I'll patch up anything that hurts you now." The cleric quirked her lips briefly and continued speaking, "I'd say we should look and take what we like, then discard the rest. You know, considering this vast memory pool, perhaps we could do a Vulcan mind meld or something similar, and search them together? I bet Elves do this sort of thing. I could use help in interpreting things, and in return will remember who you are, and help you stay as much you as you want."

Silveressa returned the embrace readily, the feeling of connection with a fellow elf and friend, causing a surge of sisterly emotion within her, “I’d like that, doing it together sounds much better than attempting to delve into our memories alone, and lets us give each other strength.”

She smiled gently, understanding the level of trust and intimacy involved in such an undertaking would deepen their bond of friendship, an unexpected secondary flood of emotions that Echo trusted her enough to take such a journey together filling her heart; her smile growing warmer as she met the cleric's gaze.

"I like this smile of yours" Echo grinned, cheeky again, sweeping the concerns into the "resolved" bin. Able to carry a worry for decades, he was likewise able to file it away with the snap of fingers, provided it really was resolved. Catharsis at its finest.
"I'm not certain that it will work - but if it does, we might even find a recipe for skull-cookies."

Silveressa blushed again at the unexpected compliment, then giggled at the priestesses joke, “If we do, then I’ll be sure to buy you an apron to wear in the future.” She winked at her and relaxed visibly, realizing she still had her arms around Echo’s waist, deciding that it unexpectedly felt quite natural. “Perhaps sometime I can help you explore other aspects of being an Elven woman?” She offered, giving the clerics backside a playful squeeze, ready to pass the proposition off as a joke if her comment proved unwelcome.

Echo felt her butt being possessively squeezed, and jumped at the offer - surprising it was, though… "Not unwelcome" the pale redhead sighed, closing her eyes briefly, lips slightly parted by a wistful breath. "I … will tell you when I'm ready, alright?"

Silveressa closed her eyes in contentment for a moment, her smile widening as she nodded once in acceptance, “The offer will remain open for the foreseeable future, and I shall ensure we will not be interrupted when the time does come.” She gave Lucky a brief glance, “Carly won’t mind giving us our space if I ask, I promise.” She leaned in and gave Echo a second hug, briefly kissing her on the lips, grateful they had the chance to talk in semi privacy.

"Thanks!" Echo seemed chipper, and ready to frolic, their more pressing concerns briefly forgotten.

(The previous was written by Echo and Silveressa in chat then posted here after editing.)
34
RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by EchoMirage on November 21, 2014, 09:17:14 AM »
It was as if a malicious force separated them anytime they arrived at a new locale, Echo wondered while looking for any signs of Silveressa - or the others. It was even stranger because back on Earth, he always clung to someone he knew at open air events, fairs, concerts, conferences out of ... anxiety? Laziness? Subliminal gregariousness? He did not know, but this trait had been constant.

d**n, he could really use to find any of the others to shed that queer feeling, and to ventilate the tension of having been hit on, perhaps get a little external validation from the band. It was then that he heard the howl, one that could have only Lucky as a source. Determined, Echo headed in that direction, drunken threesomes a faint memory at most.
35
RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by valadaar on November 21, 2014, 08:27:36 AM »
Val doubted the assailants had given up, and he already filled his off hand with a dart.  He looked about, trying to be as subtle as possible, while looking out for others doing the same.  Like submarine combat.  They hadn't seen him yet, and he barely them. So, he'd have to watch for intentions.  One would surely be looking for whoever brained him. The other - the same or continue on to Mystic.

Why did they always seem to disperse like cats? Didn't anyone remember not to split the d**n party?



36
RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by EchoMirage on November 21, 2014, 07:24:36 AM »
Echo was at a loss for words initially. Looking back to his erstwhile troupe, it was not unusual for everybody to sleep with everybody else. Actors.
The idea of taking on twins was so very tempting, that the priestess swallowed the excessive saliva before answering. Negatively.
In addition to concerns of fidelity, though perchance worlds apart, Echo found drunkards unappealing for conversation and intercourse.
"I am flattered, certainly, but I already have a girlfriend."

She nodded apologetically. "When you sober up, I would not mind to act in your troupe though - but we should part for now." Verily, Echo would love to try this new-found dexterity on stage.
But it was time to find Silveressa. He had to get a few cues about being a girl.
37
RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Silveressa on November 21, 2014, 12:58:40 AM »
Silveressa winced at the piercing howl, biting back the instinctive  reprisal that rose to her lips, a hold over from yelling at Lucky when he saw fit to bark and growl at anyone he deemed threatening to those he cared for. As the distress call echoed through the fog she scanned the crowd for any signs of her companions, hoping her friends would find them soon so she could relay the warning and vanish with them into the darkness and be well away before their pursuers even knew they had gone.
38
RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Lucky on November 21, 2014, 12:36:35 AM »
Lucky panted and licked the side of Will's face, "Then that's how it will be." He told the boy, reaching up a paw to gently rest on his shoulder.

"Over there Tusserk!" Silveressa's call yanked his attention to the mist enshrouded stall, her extended finger guiding his sight as he noticed the monk suddenly embracing someone, the realization they all could be in imminent danger pushing him into action.

"Cover your ears Wil, I'm going to see how loud I can howl." He told the boy, trusting he would see it as a game and not become frightened, nodding as Silveressa scooped him up and he clamped his hands over his head.

Taking a deep breath Lucky raised his head and barked loudly, yipping in three short barks followed by three longer howls and then three short barks, repeating the pattern twice more before falling silent. The distinct S.O.S call he trusted would be universal enough for his earthen companions to recognize it as a signal of distress and warning and send them running, but would otherwise be seen by natives as only a wolf howling at the moon.
39
RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Tusserk on November 21, 2014, 12:15:47 AM »
Feeling a warm web slide across his brain before vanishing, Tusserk turned towards the speaker. Looking the person up and down Tusserk smiled slightly. Casually looking left and right to see if any others were dressed like this man Tusserk then threw his arms out wide and engulfed the man, below the elbows, in a bear hug. “Brother!”

Leaning his head in close to whisper into the man’s ear, Tusserk turned his head so his chin was pressing onto the carotid artery. “If you struggle then I will press harder and stop the flow of blood to your brain and then slowly crush your bones. So you can answer the questions and continue to live or you can fight back and die in a broken heap. Who sent you and for what purpose?” His eyes continued to scan the crowd as he talked. His concentration in scanning the crowd momentarily slacking his grip on the bear hug.


Rolled a 19+2 for saving throw vs spell of 15, Lady Wolf saw it
(22:12:31) Minion: Tusserk rolls 1d20 and gets 1. the attacking bear hug... evidently failed like Clodo's sex life

40
RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Murometz on November 20, 2014, 10:18:55 PM »
Willem stared into the dire-wolf's eyes...

"I want to stay with you!" He exclaimed and nearly leapt at Lucky, wrapping his pudgy hands around the wolf's neck, burying his face in Lucky's fur.

Sil purchased the blankets, jerkin, and sap and looked around again...

The d**n mist made it difficult to see any particular person properly. She spotted Tusserk. He was absentmindedly staring at the wares of a mustached vendor swathed in gray clothes, who had a collection of tiny frog statuettes carved from various semi-precious stones.

As she watched, happy to at least having spotted one companion, she noticed a robed figure approach Tusserk from behind. The figure paused and began speaking to Tusserk.

"Well met, friend." Tusserk heard a soothing voice behind him. "Won't you come with me now? I would speak with you and we will become like brothers."

(Tusserk needs to save vs magic...)
Pages: 1 2 3 [4] 5 6 ... 10