The Crusade of Arae

[KnightVanilla]

As it troubles her how little food she and the man had access to she forces herself to continue on. After however she spotted the caravan. With high hopes she moves forward to approach and call out for help. It was quite lucky she had encountered them of all people. Handing over the man to the two muscle bound individuals.

After the initial inspection she asked for food and water. Keeping her noble crest on display. Whether they recognized it or not didnt matter so long as she had time to rest and eat. Once she ate she would ask if the caravan had any goods they were selling or if she could assist and provide any labor for money.

[KeiraAngel]

Lilly smiles slightly at finding the water and blueberries, smiling even more when she finds the map, but then frowns as she realizes she can't really read the map. As she puts everything away she decides gather up her materials and attempt to make a camp and some replacement arrows, hopefully of somewhat better quality than the five arrows she currently has. With the sun going down she isn't really in much of an exploring mood but once she has everything collected and grouped together she would go out and take one last look around to scavenge anything she might have missed, food, water, materials or otherwise. After searching for materials she would return back to her makeshift camp and try to set up some sort of safe and comfortable area to sleep and eat.

[A Vision of Sound]

Aataz:

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As you boast and compare yourself to the shoulders of giants so to speak, the three stare down at you for a few seconds, utterly silent as their gazes are locked onto you. After four seconds of complete silence have passed, the heavily-armored man to your right mutters out in a deep, gravelly, almost growling voice. "...Disgusting." Rams'kor sighs, shaking his head slowly as he jokingly mutters to his comrades, "Wonder if he'll be like that the whole way." The evident leader, who would be staring down at you the whole time, replies in an apathetic, smooth-as-silk voice of his own.

"Who knows..." He says, before continuing on. "Who cares. Rams'kor, deal with him." This is then met by a snerk from Rams'kor as he throws the reigns of his horse to the side, and lands on the ground with a thud. He walks confidently up to you, stripping of the bear-pelt cape as he would in fact, be wearing a sleeveless hide shirt. From this close, you can sense that each and every animal on his body isn't actually just wild game...They were all creatures that are extremely unique and varied to the wilds, ones that had inherent magical abilities flowing through them!

Standing about fifteen feet away from you now, Rams'kor shoots his hands in the air, and shouts "Ramsk-fists!" Just then, his hands are engulfed in an almost searingly-bright blue aura, before they calm down as his hands are covered in magical energy. They remind you of a roiling thunderstorm, and (Roll: 12) you're pre-tty sure getting hit by one will ruin your day in a hurry. Rams'kor raises his fists like a boxer would, grinning confidently down at you while the other two watched. Just then, he digs his feet into the ground and charges at you, covering ten feet in less than two seconds! It's a fight!

Status:
Health: 21/21 (20+1)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Decoy, Terrify, Enthrall, Paralysis, Manipulate Gravity, Manipulate Attraction, Manipulate Time, Spacial Displacement, Spacial Partitioning.
Equipment: Short sword in perfect condition, the blade gleaming with a beautiful edge, steel in its make. A simple leather belt and scabbard with a few pouches, being in not very good quality, a few of the pouches frayed to the point of uselessness. A loin cloth, and a bandolier in good condition, not needing repair.
Core:
Strength - 1 (+1)
Dexterity - 5 (+1)
Constitution - 1 (+1)
Intelligence - 12 (+1)
Charisma - 2 (+1)
Perception - 3 (+1)
Luck - 5 (+1)
Corruption – 0

Yvria:

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As you sink to your knees and run your hand up his green thighs, the orc shudders slightly and groans, gently thrusting his hips out towards you as his cock accidentally presses against your cheek inadvertently, staining a bit of your fur with his thick precum. Your hands then slowly glide up to his cock, briefly running over his large, hanging sack, before they rest around his base. You can't help but gently jerk your hands slightly around him, and he groans again, facing the sky as he seems to be completely at your mercy. He emits a low growl of pleasure as he gently thrusts his hips through your hands, trying to encourage you to get started. "Hhmmmm...Make...Feel good...Want...Uuuggh...Mooooore~..."

Despite trying desperately not to, your passage is becoming slightly slick with your juices.

Status:
Health: 25/25 (24+1)
Mind: A bit randy.
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Light leather armor in poor condition, one of the straps along the left breast being incredibly worn and nearly falling off. The pouches along the armor not doing much better, one of them completely ripped out of the bottom. Simple animal-hide clothing and undergarments. A small-sized rucksack in good condition, able to hold a healthy amount of items. Two daggers in alright condition, though they could definitely use some maintenance.
Core:
Strength - 3 (+1)
Dexterity - 5 (+1)
Constitution - 3 (+1)
Intelligence - 4 (+1)
Charisma - 6 (+1)
Perception - 6 (+1)
Luck - 1 (+1)
Corruption – 0

Kiera:

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You slowly make your way down the cave, the pain in your foot and ankle easing slightly over time until you don't have to grit your teeth every so often thanks to the shooting pains. You suspect that in fifteen minutes or so, you could walk again without the brace on your leg. Aiming your crossbow diligently and succeeding in keeping your feet even with the ground, you slowly descent into the cave. Water continues to drip down into a pond or puddle, you can't tell which, and it seems rather dark. So dark in fact, that the only light is coming from the entrance of the cave, and nearly everything else is pitch black. You aren't exactly sure how big the cave is, but since you can't see, remedying that without some kind of light source or throwing a rock will be impossible.

Just then however, a low, smooth chuckle rings out through the cave from your left. It nearly gives you a heart attack, though attempting to look over would prove no results. It's still pitch-dark, and you frown, readying your crossbow to aim where you think the laugh came from. However, you hear a hoof forcefully stomp against the ground from behind you, akin to an agitated horse or goat. Seconds later, what sounds like claws scrape against the rocky surface of the cave above you, before a low, sinuous chuckle emanates from in front of you once more. Even as cold and tough as you are, having seen the world's worst, this sets you on edge. You'd even admit that this is scaring you.

Whether or not you choose to try and run away, fire erupts from in front of you, though you're quickly relieved to see that they're only fire brazens containing rich-looking flames. Looking at the end of the cave now with the entrance behind you, you see that the cave sports a modest living quarters, with a roll-up bed, a dusty wooden table in desperate need of maintenance, extremely old, rotting bookshelves with what looks like ancient books stacked upon them, practically everything you can imagine that would scream the word, "This place is uncared for." You also notice that there are dirty cloth sheets spread along the floor with some hay, as if this place part-timed as a stable. Never the less, a man is standing in the middle of the cave, his back to you. He looks to be standing 6'4, a towering height compared to your own, with slightly shaggy, black hair. Other than his head, his body looks to be completely devoid of hair, though definitely not of muscles. His back coils powerfully as he rolls his shoulders, letting out an idle relaxed groan. He then flips up a black vest that you failed to notice where hanging down his arms, and he wears clean, black, silk pants. Devoid of shoes, he slowly looks back at you, and you're almost startled to admit that he's quite attractive. He sports a noticeable jawline, and beautiful azure-blue eyes. His teeth are pearly-white as he smiles at you, before he faces you completely, spreading his arms as he inadvertently gives you a gorgeous view of his body, toned abdominals with thick biceps, it seems this man was almost perfectly sculpted for you.

Seeing your crossbow however, he immediately turns from a smile to a frown, his hands raising in front of him as if you were prepared to shoot him. "Woah, woah!" He starts, his voice deep and smooth, fitting like a hand in a glove. He then grins disdainfully, slightly gesturing towards your weapon. "Eheh...Wanna point that somewhere else? Relax, I ain't gonna hurt 'ya."

Status:
Health: 26/28 (25+2+1)
Mind: In slight pain.
Nutriments: Thirsty.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Venombrawler (+2 to health)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 110 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Leather armor in very poor condition. A black fur cloak. A well-maintained crossbow. A somewhat dull knife. Snares, ropes, and crossbow bolts in excellent condition. A small green lizard-like corpse. A small pouch, containing: A white, mottled egg.
Core:
Strength - 3 (+1
Dexterity - 8 (+1)
Constitution - 5 (+1)
Intelligence - 5 (+1)
Charisma - 1 (+1)
Perception - 7 (+1)
Luck - 1 (+1)
Corruption - 5

Rukarra:

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The man almost looks surprised as you drop your weapons, taking suspicion of your reddened face. He gestures for you to step forwards, which you do. He looks you over from roughly ten feet away now, and nods at your answer. "You seem like an alright sort. Continue on, you may pick up your weapons. Though give me a wide berth!" he commands, sternly glaring at you. It seems you'll make the village before nightfall, so that at least bolsters your spirits. The fact remains though, that the need growing between your legs is only getting more and more apparent...You frown as you look at the guard, seeming to be the only male even remotely close to you...Could you...

Status:
Health: 29/30 (27+2+1)
Mind: Lust-crazed. (-1 Intelligence)
Nutriments: Hungry. A bit parched.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Two battles axes, in masterful condition. Rusty, weak iron pauldrons. Leather bra and pants maintained perfectly.
Core:
Strength – 8 (+1)
Dexterity - 5 (+1)
Constitution - 6 (+1)
Intelligence - 2
Charisma - 1 (+1)
Perception - 5 (+1)
Luck - 4 (+1)
Corruption - 3

Umbrage:

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You walk up to the campfire circle and ask around if there's any place you can get food or water, or perhaps some rest as well. Most, if not all, of the caravaners don't recognize or don't care about your crest, though they give you promising directions towards a small vendor they know of. Following their directions to the letter thanks to your polite nature and well-practiced mind, you walk up to a slightly larger wagon which would sport a lineup at a cut-out in the side of it. A short, slightly plump woman dressed in a green robe and hood with short black hair is smiling cheerfully down at a customer, handing them a plate of cooked meat that sure does look tasty. She smiles sweetly, "Come again!" before the man she was serving leaves with a "Thank-you!"

You blink as she disappears into the wagon and a roar of fire rings out from the wagon. Is she using magic? This is then answered by another steak being prepared instantly as she receives money, hands the steak, and repeats the process all over again, sometimes dishing out fries, hamburgers, other various dishes of meat, and so on. Taking your place in the line, your turn is eventually up, and the woman smiles brightly down at you and smiles. "Hi hi! What would you like? I also serve drinks!"

Status:
Health: 25/25 (24+1)
Mind: Slightly fatigued.
Nutriments: Famished. Thirsty.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 30 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Pulse wave, Regeneration, Shatter Barrier.
Equipment: Leather armor in poor condition, save for the chestpiece. Leather vambraces in good condition. Modified custom-made canesword in perfect condition and quality.
Core:
Strength – 5 (+1)
Dexterity - 9 (+1)
Constitution - 4 (+1)
Intelligence - 5 (+1)
Charisma - 1 (+1)
Perception - 3 (+1)
Luck - 2 (+1)
Corruption - 0

Gaen, Vyn, and Ezra:

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Gaen's body is transported to the river, painstakingly slowly and drooling blood from his wounds all the while and in the process staining Ezra with it, while Vyn works on getting the bandages. Gradually, through gritted teeth, Gaen is lowered into the river and his wounds are being cleaned out by Ezra. His blood washes freely through the water, causing faint swirls of crimson through its flowing surface. Vyn then helpfully comes over, and holds up a makeshift bandage. She washes it out in the river, wrings it dry, then Gaen's body is sported up against dry land. Vyn then takes all the ripped-up bandages she could carry, and starts fashioning them together to be able to wrap around the man's large torso. Ever so slowly, the bandage is wrapped around Gaen's stab-wound, and his blood quickly stains it red. Never the less, Vyn continues wrapping and wrapping and wrapping, all the while being completely naked with cum still drooling down her skin, until the bandage is no more and she tucks and ties it against him, earning a grunt from Gaen. The bleeding wounds along his shoulder will have to wait, for a few bandages won't cover the large, shredded area.

Vyn then leans down and begins speaking the rites for a spell. (Roll: 18) Seconds later, her entire body is infused with a gentle green glow. Her spell seems to have worked excellently, but Ezra and Gaen could feel their life force being slowly drained, injuring them ever so slightly while Vyn's wounds looked to be healing, minor as though they are. Despite Vyn likely trying to transfer the spell's healing properties to Gaen, it only succeeded in injuring him further.

Gaen:

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Status:
Health: 6/31 (29+2)
Mind: In debilitating pain. (-2 Strength, Perception, Charisma, Dexterity.) Fading. (Will occasionally pass out.)
Nutriments: Very hungry. Thirsty.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Venombrawler (+2 to health) In the Sun. (-1 to Consitution, Strength, and Dexterity.) Bleeding. (-2 health per turn.) Badly injured (-4 to all roles.)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Killer Instincts, Iron Will, Bloodlust, Outcast, Weakened by the Sun, Dark Urges. (All passives.)
Equipment: A perfectly-made and maintained axe. A dull shortsword with a sheath. A hunting knife in average condition. Patchy, slightly weakened leather armor, missing an arm completely. The existing arm on the armor is home to several gashes and teeth marks. Three bolas, one being infused with magic, the other two of masterful make. A well-crafted, slightly curved shortsword.
Core:
Strength - 8 (-2)
Dexterity - 5 (-2)
Constitution - 7
Intelligence – 4 (-1)
Charisma - 1 (-1)
Perception - 5 (-1)
Luck - 1 (+1)
Corruption - 3

Vyn:

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Status: 
Health: 23/25 (24+1)
Mind: Horny. (-1 to Intelligence)
Nutriments: Thirsty.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Nature's Nourishment, Zephyr's Whisper, Charm Animal.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Elf race (Passive mana regeneration along with a slightly larger mana pool.)
Equipment: Light armor in perfect condition. The jacket is ripped along the bottom, making it a crop-top. A satchel in good shape, filled with: Blueberries.
Core: 
Strength – 5 (+1)
Dexterity - 5 (+1)
Constitution – 4 (+1)
Intelligence – 5
Charisma – 3 (+1)
Luck – 3 (+1)
Corruption - 3

Ezra:

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Status:
Health: 29/30 (27+2+1)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Hungry. Slightly parched.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Venombrawlers (+2 to health)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 4 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Flimsy heavy gauntlets. Light cloth armor in good condition. A well-made, well-maintained dagger. A backpack, containing: Ulmnioson fruit.
Core:
Strength – 7 (+1)
Dexterity - 7 (+1)
Constitution - 6 (+1)
Intelligence - 2 (+1)
Charisma - 2 (+1)
Perception - 4 (+1)
Luck - 1 (+1)
Corruption - 5

Lilly:

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You go around the small area you'd set for yourself, deciding to fashion a camp site from the various materials gathered around you. Overall, (Roll: 19) your campsite is gorgeous, and you've even managed to fashion yourself a water collector using a stump, all in record time. You're efficient, quick, and you've produced results. You search around for more materials, (Roll: 12) and find enough to at least make four more.

Sitting down on a lot and withdrawing your silver dagger, it'll have to do in a locale such as this. You go about fashioning your arrows, (Roll: 13) creating them in an average amount of time, though you're a bit on the slow side. You've made six well-crafted arrows, and you quickly place them in your quiver as you look around. It's not entirely dark yet, so you'll still have time to kill, or perhaps you could go about crafting a fire. (Encounter roll: 4) It's just then however, that you hear the faint shouts of two deep, gutteral voices in the far distance. A minute later, the shouts are closer, and a rustling coming from their general direction suggests that they're coming at you!

Status:
Health: 24/24 (23+1)
Mind: Pure.
Nutriments: A tad famished. A tad parched.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: A shortbow of expert make. Leather armor of beautiful design and quality. Five horrendously-crafted arrows in a quiver, combined with 8 well-crafted ones to make 13. A silver Steelsong dagger.
Core:
Strength - 2 (+1)
Dexterity - 8 (+1)
Constitution - 3 (+1)
Intelligence - 3 (+1)
Charisma - 4 (+1)
Perception - 5 (+1)
Luck - 4 (+1)
Corruption - 0

[Zankio]

The result of her magic leaves Vyn with little but a sense of urgency. She moves to gather her clothes quickly and puts them back on, leaving her underwear off and tucking it carefully into her satchel, simply laying it over the berries if need be. Wishing she had gotten a chance to wash off first Vyn re-sheaths her katana and looks to the other two. "We should get moving, town is our only chance to help him."

[MyLittleCossack]

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As you sink to your knees and run your hand up his green thighs, the orc shudders slightly and groans, gently thrusting his hips out towards you as his cock accidentally presses against your cheek inadvertently, staining a bit of your fur with his thick precum. Your hands then slowly glide up to his cock, briefly running over his large, hanging sack, before they rest around his base. You can't help but gently jerk your hands slightly around him, and he groans again, facing the sky as he seems to be completely at your mercy. He emits a low growl of pleasure as he gently thrusts his hips through your hands, trying to encourage you to get started. "Hhmmmm...Make...Feel good...Want...Uuuggh...Mooooore~..."

Grinning falsely upwards, Yvria would keenly watch the orc's face as she swiftly moved her hands along the Orc's sensitive areas. Adeptly stroking his desire for more all the while, earning a glob of musky precum against her cheek. The strong scent of it getting into her nostrils and slightly stroking her own fires before she realized what her hands were doing once more. His size was certainly pleasing, she thought to herself. Yet the time for pleasure was not now. The beast's bulging duo taut to the touch and his mast pulsing like living concrete. As her moment came, that window she had been waiting for, she heard the beast's voice speak with slow desire. So simple, yet, in a sense pure? Yvria knew what needed to be done but she couldn't help but hesitate. It was a simple creature, yet it was one that had almost crushed her neck. The justification was there, but her hand that dropped seemingly to touch herself in an explicit manner was in fact reaching to draw the curved blade hidden betwixt her thighs, her movements of course hit with a slight sorrow for what she intended to do.

Her working hand would softly travel up the midline of his shaft, easily squeezing it in her grasp to draw a milky bead precum from his tip with a false eagerness. "Hmmhm, you will feel fit to burrst so soon, I guarantee it~". She spoke in a soft, sultry tune. Attempting to sneak the blade out fully and position it a bit northwards along his spine. If she succeeded without incident, the Orc would only get the pleasantry of feeling a thick dollop of fluid drooling from her first full hand movement before she struck the blade in deeply. Attempting to sever the spine and paralyze the Orc who had just a few moments ago held her entire body by the throat.

[FragranceofMtDew]

Ezra let out a growl as she felt some unknown force seem to drain the life out of her. It didn't take her long to figure out what it was when she saw the green glow around the body of the girl that healed what wounds she had. At first she was pissed because it had drained the man they were trying to save as well and made matter much worse but then she realized that likely wasn't the intention of the spell. Ezra didn't trust magic and this was a prime example of why. Even the ones who used it couldn't control it. Ezra put her gauntlets back on and moved to pick up the man and put his arm around her shoulder just like before. They were in a hurry now though so she wasn't as gentle about it as before. "You take the lead then. Head up river and keep an eye out for a tree with an x carved into it. Turn left into the forest until you hit a path and go right down that path. Skip the first left turn you can make and take the second one and that's supposed to bring you right to town. Go on ahead of us as fast as you can and try to get a healer to come meet us on the road. That should be much faster." She told the girl as quickly but clearly as she could.

"Alright big guy, what's your name anyway? We gotta move and fast so you gotta help out as best you can. I'm pretty tough but you're pretty huge so I won't be able to get you anywhere very fast." She told the man as she began walking up the river. Normally she'd want him to conserve his energy but if he passed out on the way there it would make carrying him a lot harder. For now it would be better to keep him talking so he could stay awake.

[Zankio]

Vyn levels her eyes at the one giving her instructions. Untrusting of her, but in no position to act on it Vyn nods curtly and turns to leave, making sure her weapon was securely strapped on before heading the way she had indicated, jogging while silently repeating the instructions under her breath as she searches for the X mark. "Turn left into the forest until I hit a path, then turn right down that path, skip first left, turn down the second."

[Reaver]

"No I don't." Kiera stated flatly, her eyes shooting daggers at this adonis of a man. She knew something was off but was conflicted on what to do. The man was too relaxed for someone who was experiencing an intruder, also the fires had all simultaneously flickered into existence which suggested magic of some kind, not to mention the man and the his "home" seemed like opposites. "Nor do I trust you. I did not expect this cave to be inhabited, even less so for it to be furbished. If you could spare a jug of water I would very much appreciate it, then I will be on my way." Something about how he held himself unnerved her, she felt outclassed by him, like a cat in a lion's den. Even if she attacked first, she didn't like the odds with such little space to move around. "I do not care to exchange names or stories just hand me what I ask!" She said sternly, her finger almost touching the trigger while slowly backing up. On self-examination her actions didn't make sense, she had more to lose by engaging this man in a fight than gain. However her instincts were roaring not to let her guard down for even a second against him.

[RavenLord]

It was a testament to Gaen's own strength that let alone being conscious, he was still alive. Fighting and down the pain, he struggled keep himself awake and alive yet that was all he could do. It was humiliating yet mutant took it all in stoic silence, only breaking it when the female with the gauntlets asked for his name.

"Call me Red." he replied, not showing a hint of pain he was feeling.

[KnightVanilla]

Well this was rather spectacular she thought as she saw all the food coming out all too quickly to be cooked by normal means. Starving for food and a drink trying to think of a meal she could afford. Her palette was used to more of the refined dishes but for the sake of her treasury she will have to think of something cheaper that could easily fill her stomach and satisfy her in taste.

The moment she reached the front she quickly replied "I'd like a bleu cheese burger served with beer battered fries and an ice cold jug of water if you wouldn't mind." Umbrage has had this meal before with her brother as a child and quickly grew accustomed to these kinds of food as well as the ones she grew up with.

[A Vision of Sound]

Yvria:

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Your soft palms travel up and down his man-meat, sensually stroking him as your efforts would coax another thick drop of pre out of his urethra. You're almost tempted to even lean forwards and taste it, and it looks oh so appealing...Yet of course, you already have a plan in mind. Right, you need to stick to it! Can't think about how...Thick...

Snapping out of your reverie, you find that your mouth was less than an inch away from his cock. Leaning back, you make sure to stroke his pillar with both of your hands, causing him to groan and raise his head to face the sky. This is your chance. Reaching your hand down, you slide it along your inner thigh, and grasp the hilt of your dagger. Carefully sliding it out of his sheath while you continue to pleasure the orc with one hand, (Roll: 13 [Surprise attack! +5] = 18) you hook your arm around his back, dig the dagger into his back, and hook it to catch his spine.

The orc hardly feels anything. You twist the knife as hard as you could, and that accompanies a sickening CRRRRI-AAAACK! The center of his spine juts out of his back, spraying a light shower of blood, before it simply drips along the midsection of his back. Your hand and dagger are covered in blood, and you quickly retract your hand to avoid being crushed as the orc slowly falls back. He lands with a heavy thud against the ground, pants softly as he gurgles, before growing completely still.

You take a look over at the cave he emerged from, and then down the path. It seems you could search the cave, if you'd like.

The sun is getting lower; You expect the blessing will wear off in a matter of minutes.

Status:
Health: 25/25 (24+1)
Mind: A bit randy.
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Light leather armor in poor condition, one of the straps along the left breast being incredibly worn and nearly falling off. The pouches along the armor not doing much better, one of them completely ripped out of the bottom. Simple animal-hide clothing and undergarments. A small-sized rucksack in good condition, able to hold a healthy amount of items. Two daggers in alright condition, though they could definitely use some maintenance.
Core:
Strength - 3 (+1)
Dexterity - 5 (+1)
Constitution - 3 (+1)
Intelligence - 4 (+1)
Charisma - 6 (+1)
Perception - 6 (+1)
Luck - 1 (+1)
Corruption – 0

Vyn:

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You issue a less-than-pleased glare at the woman giving you instructions, but with your savior dying, you don't have any time to lose. You jog down the river as best you can, before you (Roll: 10) come across a tree marked with an X. You turn left, find the path that was spoken of, and then turn right. You continue jogging the entire while, frowning as you expect this will be quite a long journey. Never the less, you soldier on. (Encounter roll: 5) Unfortunately, a loud growl stops you in your tracks, emanating from the bushes to your right. You slowly dare to look over, and see a pair of blue eyes surrounded by white fur staring at you. Just then, the bushes part as a wolf leaps, landing on all fours on the path in front of you as it growls again.

(Vyn initiation roll: 13. Wolf initiation roll: 2) Just then, the wolf leaps at you, fangs bared, though you're easily able to get the jump on it before it manages to reach you. (Roll: 7) Unfortunately, the act of it leaping was too fast for you to unsheath your katana, so you angle your body to the side, the beast barely drifting past your breasts. You take this opportunity to grip the handle of your katana and slide it out of its' sheath, readying yourself. The wolf snarls and snaps its' jaws, before charging at you. (Vyn initiation roll: 1! Wolf initiation role: 15) Unfortunately, you just weren't ready to strike first, and the wolf is on you. (Wolf attack roll: 13) It leaps up and barrels into you, knocking you on your back as it snaps its' jaws. You growl and grit your teeth together as the beast's drool dribbles onto your forearms, (Roll: 20!) before with a sudden burst of strength, you push upwards with all of your might and send the creature off of you, rolling onto its' back. Immediately swinging your legs and using their momentum to bring yourself to your feet, your let out a cry as you sink your katana into the creature's neck, giving it a slight yank and severing the beast's spine.

You sigh heavily, panting softly as you wipe the edge of your katana along the wolf's fur to clean it of blood, and continue on, sheathing it as you search for the path.

The sun is getting lower; You expect the blessing will wear off in a matter of minutes.

Status: 
Health: 23/25 (24+1)
Mind: Horny. (-1 to Intelligence)
Nutriments: Thirsty.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Nature's Nourishment, Zephyr's Whisper, Charm Animal.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Elf race (Passive mana regeneration along with a slightly larger mana pool.)
Equipment: Light armor in perfect condition. A satchel in good shape, filled with: Blueberries.
Core: 
Strength – 5 (+1)
Dexterity - 5 (+1)
Constitution – 4 (+1)
Intelligence – 5
Charisma – 3 (+1)
Luck – 3 (+1)
Corruption - 3

Kiera:

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The man cocks an eyebrow at your request, as if genuinely curious about your state of affairs. He frowns, his hands continuously raised as he speaks out in a curious tone, "Err...Water?...Oh. You look hurt...Well." He shrugs, "Fair requests I suppose...Though I'd prefer not to get robbed, I'm not exactly living in a palace." He grins, before chuckling slightly. "Anyhow...I don't get many visitors...Privacy is a fine thing, as you can see from my abode, but it's been so long since I've spoken to someone else who isn't a complete twit, like those goblins." He sighs, before slowly lowering one of his hands. The other he keeps outstretched to the side to make sure he lets you know that he won't try anything, and with the other, he slowly outstretches in a handshake, smiling hesitantly. He's still roughly ten feet away from you though.

"My name's Vincent. I know you said no names, but...Well, I'm kinda desperate to have at least a somewhat intelligent conversation with someone. It's also getting pretty dark out there...I'm not saying stay the night, though it'd be kinda stupid to sleep in the dark out in the plains. If I spook 'ya or do anythin' you don't like, you can leave all on your own, and I won't stop you. You can even shoot me if I'm being too...Eh...'Unappealing.'" He grins slightly, fixing the trigger of your crossbow with a wary stare.

The sun is getting lower; You expect the blessing will wear off in a matter of minutes.

Status:
Health: 26/28 (25+2+1)
Mind: In slight pain.
Nutriments: Thirsty.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Venombrawler (+2 to health)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 110 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Leather armor in very poor condition. A black fur cloak. A well-maintained crossbow. A somewhat dull knife. Snares, ropes, and crossbow bolts in excellent condition. A small green lizard-like corpse. A small pouch, containing: A white, mottled egg.
Core:
Strength - 3 (+1
Dexterity - 8 (+1)
Constitution - 5 (+1)
Intelligence - 5 (+1)
Charisma - 1 (+1)
Perception - 7 (+1)
Luck - 1 (+1)
Corruption - 5

Umbrage:

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You step up to the wagon, looking at the woman as you ask for your order. She fixes you with a warm smile, before she raises her eyebrows as she gets a look at your crest. She looks genuinely interested, looking down at you. "Oh, my...Are you Umbrage? You're participating in the Crusade, aren't you!" She smiles, before nodding sharply down at you. "Of course, of course. No need to pay, what you're doing is more than enough." She explains, before she disappears into her wagon. Seconds later, a mighty plume of flame rises out, before after roughly a minute's passed, your food and drink has been provided for you. She cheerfully hands them down to you, then calls out, "Everyone! This is Umbrage, she's in the Crusade, to Ultima Bellum!"

You're then fixed with a few wide-eyed stares, before a few people start applauding, then cheering you, patting you roughly, yet affectionately on your shoulders. You're even given five copper, along with a few sweets. Damn, it seems everyone's supporting of the Crusade no matter where you go!

The sun is getting lower; You expect the blessing will wear off in a matter of minutes.

Status:
Health: 25/25 (24+1)
Mind: Slightly fatigued.
Nutriments: Famished. Thirsty. Slightly fatigued.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 30 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Pulse wave, Regeneration, Shatter Barrier.
Equipment: Leather armor in poor condition, save for the chestpiece. Leather vambraces in good condition. Modified custom-made canesword in perfect condition and quality. Five copper coins and some sweets. A tray filled with food and a small jug of ice-cold water.
Core:
Strength – 5 (+1)
Dexterity - 9 (+1)
Constitution - 4 (+1)
Intelligence - 5 (+1)
Charisma - 1 (+1)
Perception - 3 (+1)
Luck - 2 (+1)
Corruption - 0

Gaen and Ezra:

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As Gaen is transported, it proves a difficult task. Overall, (Roll: 2) Gaen is unable to muster the strength to continuously keep on his feet, slowly the journey down a bit. The two of you speak a bit, and Gaen reveals his name. After some time, (Encounter roll: 2 [Being hunted - 3] = 1) (Perception roll: 14) The two of you are feeling...'Off'. Although that might be expected due to Gaen nearly dying and still in very poor condition as he bleeds, this is different. It feels like you're being stared down by something that thinks of you less than dirt.

Just then, a muscled, leather-clad leopard confidently strides out of the bushes in front of you about twenty feet ahead. It stops in the middle of the clearing, clearly intending on blocking your path as it makes not a sound, standing on all fours still a picture as it stares at the two of you. It doesn't move, and simply watches everything you do like a stern sentinel.

The sun is getting lower; You expect the blessing will wear off in a matter of minutes.

Gaen:

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Status:
Health: 4/31 (29+2)
Mind: In debilitating pain. (-2 Strength, Perception, Charisma, Dexterity.) Fading. (Will occasionally pass out.)
Nutriments: Very hungry. Thirsty.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Venombrawler (+2 to health) In the Sun. (-1 to Consitution, Strength, and Dexterity.) Bleeding. (-2 health per turn.) Badly injured (-4 to all roles.)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Killer Instincts, Iron Will, Bloodlust, Outcast, Weakened by the Sun, Dark Urges. (All passives.)
Equipment: A perfectly-made and maintained axe. A dull shortsword with a sheath. A hunting knife in average condition. Patchy, slightly weakened leather armor, missing an arm completely. The existing arm on the armor is home to several gashes and teeth marks. Three bolas, one being infused with magic, the other two of masterful make. A well-crafted, slightly curved shortsword.
Core:
Strength - 8 (-2)
Dexterity - 5 (-2)
Constitution - 7
Intelligence – 4 (-1)
Charisma - 1 (-1)
Perception - 5 (-1)
Luck - 1 (+1)
Corruption - 3

Ezra:

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Status:
Health: 29/30 (27+2+1)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Hungry. Thirsty.
Affects: Blessed (+1 to all stats) Venombrawlers (+2 to health)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 4 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Flimsy heavy gauntlets. Light cloth armor in good condition. A well-made, well-maintained dagger. A backpack, containing: Ulmnioson fruit.
Core:
Strength – 7 (+1)
Dexterity - 7 (+1)
Constitution - 6 (+1)
Intelligence - 2 (+1)
Charisma - 2 (+1)
Perception - 4 (+1)
Luck - 1 (+1)
Corruption - 5

[MyLittleCossack]

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Your soft palms travel up and down his man-meat, sensually stroking him as your efforts would coax another thick drop of pre out of his urethra. You're almost tempted to even lean forwards and taste it, and it looks oh so appealing...Yet of course, you already have a plan in mind. Right, you need to stick to it! Can't think about how...Thick...

Snapping out of your reverie, you find that your mouth was less than an inch away from his cock. Leaning back, you make sure to stroke his pillar with both of your hands, causing him to groan and raise his head to face the sky. This is your chance. Reaching your hand down, you slide it along your inner thigh, and grasp the hilt of your dagger. Carefully sliding it out of his sheath while you continue to pleasure the orc with one hand, (Roll: 13 [Surprise attack! +5] = 18) you hook your arm around his back, dig the dagger into his back, and hook it to catch his spine.

The orc hardly feels anything. You twist the knife as hard as you could, and that accompanies a sickening CRRRRI-AAAACK! The center of his spine juts out of his back, spraying a light shower of blood, before it simply drips along the midsection of his back. Your hand and dagger are covered in blood, and you quickly retract your hand to avoid being crushed as the orc slowly falls back. He lands with a heavy thud against the ground, pants softly as he gurgles, before growing completely still.

You take a look over at the cave he emerged from, and then down the path. It seems you could search the cave, if you'd like.

Yvria closes her eyes, not out of fear or reflex, but rather pity. The visceral *snap* of the Orc's back echoing throughout the soft clearing as the simple creature's time had come. She quickly withdraws her hands, the one on the dead beast's cock falling unto her thigh and the one with the dagger, blood-soaked, moving to wipe the dagger off on her lower hide-pants' leg. "Such a pity, prrrehaps the gods will have merrcy on him." She sits silently for a few moments following this mutter, prehaps praying to the God of Death for the Orc's journey or preparing herself to move forward. *Shink*. The blade re-enters its sheath hidden between her thighs. Her legs push off against the ground and her eyes reopen. Standing, she looks down at the dying being, shaking her head and flicking her tail in a brief moment of sadness before taking up the task of searching its body for anything potentially useful. While doing so, she notes the cave the Orc had emerged from. Switching her gaze a few times between the trail and the cave a few times as the possibilities shoot around in her head.

As she finishes patting down the corpse, blood pooling around his midsection while his last few breathes escape his pursed lips, she pockets what is useful in her rucksack and discards what is not. Patting herself off as she approaches the cave. Intent on exploring it, if not sleeping in it to pass the night should it not prove to be threatening, Yvria at the very least hopes she might find some coin to turn this experience a bit more in her favor. The scent of the Orc's precum splattered against her cheek still bellows into her nostrils as she does however, not helping the fact that the thought of mating with the Orc had only briefly caused her vulva to form a small covering of moisture around it.

[FragranceofMtDew]

"Red eh? Well, I'm Ezra. If we get you through this, I'd say you owe me a drink." Ezra introduces herself with a chuckle. She wasn't too sure about his chances, especially with how hard it was just to get him moving, but at least she could give him a little hope with her feigned confidence. They hadn't made it too far when Ezra started to get the feeling they were being watched. She didn't have to search hard to figure out why, as a leopard strode out onto the path in front of them. It wasn't hostile towards them but it was definitely watching them and she doubted it would just let them pass. She wouldn't be able to outrun a creature like that on her own let alone with Red in tow so that was out. It might come to a fight but if it did most animals would give up rather than fight a battle they couldn't win. All she'd have to do is wound it hopefully.

"Alright Red, I'm gonna have to set you down while I handle this. Just sit tight and it shouldn't take too long." Ezra told Red as she knelt down, making sure to never take her eyes off the leopard, and set him on the ground. As she stood she clenched both fists, holding her left fist in front of her and ready to turn aside any strike the leopard made while her right fist stayed near her side in order to strike back after her foe had exposed itself. While maintaining that stance she inched forward, approaching the leopard slowly so she could be ready if it struck. Hopefully it would either attack and go down quickly or balk and get out of their way.

[Majora]

Rukarra had decided that she needed that guardsman and she needed him now. Rather than resort to pleasant conversation she merely took off her leather bra to flash the guardsman as she held her arms out, "Want these? Come here and please me." She hoped the guard would accept her invitation, or she may have to use force rather than sex appeal to convince the guard that he could please her.

[RavenLord]

Gaen realized he was slowing both of them down and woman's, Ezra as she introduced herself attempts at distracting him from that fact were useless but somewhat appreciated. Despite that mutant didn't answer her as his whole focus was trying to fight the pain and hold himself together. It was then Gaen's abysmal luck showed itself and the leopard who Gaen had dreamed making all sorts of things from it's pelt show itself and block their path. Mutant knew from experience that it wouldn't be easy to deal with that, yet he had something up his sleeve. He didn't want to use it this soon yet he also knew that he had less time to lose. Gaen was feeling his strength fade, and if they didn't continue their way he might really die, and Gaen refused to be laid low by such wounds. So from his belt, he took his enchanted bola and passed him to the fighter woman before she went to face the leopard.

"Don't bother fighting. Use this. Aim for the throat if possible." he said.

[Reaver]

"I said I didn't trust you... Vincent!" She growled, keeping her crossbow aimed at his chest as she walked a few feet closer. Of course she had already decided that she wasn't going to shoot him. He didn't look like the type that would go down easy and she did need supplies and shelter so staying her hand was the best course of action, at least for now. "However I do trust my many skills so I will relent for now." Pointing her crossbow down as she stepped forward to shake his hand. "You may call me, Kiera but do not get too familiar with me or I will put a bolt through your throat. If you want a conversation then first provide some food and water like a good host should." Bluntly stating, not longer willing to put off her need for water. She looked around for somewhere to sit while tightly holding her crossbow. Trust or not, Kiera still wasn't sure if the man was just a weirdo or something worse. All she could do now was keep her guard up and watch this Vincent character very carefully.

[KnightVanilla]

After completing her order to be asked of her identity she nods with completing the response with "Yes I am." It was nice to be recognized and welcomed... What felt out of place for her was the earn welcome she received from the crowd once the cook had called out her identity. All the praise and thanks and warm greetings made her smile. Her intention was to keep her identity unasssumed, but she forgot that she as well as the others we're broadcasted as the champion to be.

Being recognized could be helpful or even put herself at a disadvantage. For now though she graciously receives everyone's blessings. As she eats her meal whole heartedly making her. Once she was done she thanked everyone and especially the cook for her meal only to ask her the favor of somewhere to sleep and rest. Either way once she found a place to rest she used her crystal thinking of her destination Ultima Bellum.... Time to see where this place is

[Kaed]

Aataz had been wondering when they would try something, from the moment they charge him on horseback. Fortunately, this meant he wasn't caught off guard, and was already taking action when the leader ordered him 'dealt with'. No sane kobold, even one with as much magic as him, would attempt a fight on a level battlefield with three larger foes, and he barked a quiet "Nasir, Yoscam.", lowering his own weight again and launching himself into the air by repulsing himself away from the ground just in front of him, so he flew back at an angle away from the three. (Spell use: Gravity manipulation, self targeted & Repulse, target self and ground) Once in the air, he spread his wings and stabilized his flight out range of the charging human, before focusing on him. "Tyrtrol. Stop." (Spell use: Enthrall, target Rams'kor.). Assuming the spell took and the human stopped charging as commanded, Aataz flashed a toothy grin at the leader and added, "Kill the bearded one."

[KeiraAngel]

Lilly let out a soft sigh as she heard more voices, all she wanted was a nice rest. She attempts to use her well developed camp to find a nice hiding/ambush spot and would pull her bow out arrow at the ready and await the voices. As they get closer she would attempt to determine if they were dangerous or out to hurt her. If they were in fact dangerous she would wait until she could see them and fling one of her arrows towards them before they could tell where she is and would then quickly follow up with a second shot before trying to relocate.

[A Vision of Sound]

Yvria:

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You lean down and search the man's belongings, (Roll: 13) and find a small pouch of blueberries. You pocket them and sigh down at the orc, giving him one final moment of brief silence, before focusing your gaze on his cave. You step forwards, hand on one of your daggers in case there were any other threats that may jump out at you.

You near the mouth of the cave, inching yourself along the rock to peek in through the side. Fortunately, the cave is shallow, only about twenty feet in, and a fire is burning in the center, illuminating everything. There isn't anyone else inside, so you step through and take your hand from your dagger. Just then however, (Roll: 1!) something extremely bad happens!

A small rock falls in front of you and lands against the ground, creating a crack! It's not loud enough for anything outside the cave to hear, nor does it do anything else other than scare the shit out of you, but damn, it was spooky!

Never the less, you continue to walk forwards until you can fully examine the cave and everything inside of it. It looks very cozy, with paintings in a crude fashion all along the walls. It's similar to cavemen paintings, but they're still beautiful, in their own way. A bed fashioned from darkwood and covered with soft-skin hides is tucked away in the corner, along with, surprisingly, a badly-done bookshelf that's mostly empty, save for a small leather-bound journal. An inkwell with a pen lays atop the bookshelf near the journal, and...Could the orc actually have written things down? With his trouble of speaking basic English, you wonder if that were even possible. It makes you genuinely curious as you look at the journal, and you even consider opening it up after you're done looking around.

Moving around the firepit in the center of the cave, you look through everything the orc had, finding (Roll: 3 [POTENTIAL LUCK BONUS. Luck chance roll: 14. Luck roll: 19 divided by 1/4 = 4] = 7) on the whole, nothing. The food that you find is prepared in a disgusting way that only an orc would enjoy, and you're almost 100% sure that eating it would cause you to throw up. There is water however, collected in a multitude of barrels as it drips from the ceiling. Apparently he had a good system going on, here.

Never the less, you take some looking around, and end up finding a waterskin! You fill it from the barrel of water, and put a drop on your finger. You then taste it, and confirm that it's good to drink from. Pocketing the water skin in one of your pouches, you then look for the entrance. Whether or not you take the journal, you leave the cave, take one last look at the dead orc, then continue down the mountainpass.

You feel a little less "safe" than you did a few seconds ago. The Blessing must have worn off.

Status:
Health: 24/24
Mind: A bit randy.
Nutriments: A bit thirsty. A tad peckish.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Light leather armor in poor condition, one of the straps along the left breast being incredibly worn and nearly falling off. The pouches along the armor not doing much better, one of them completely ripped out of the bottom. Simple animal-hide clothing and undergarments. A small-sized rucksack in good condition, able to hold a healthy amount of items. Two daggers in alright condition, though they could definitely use some maintenance. A waterskin filled with good water.
Core:
Strength - 3
Dexterity - 5
Constitution - 3
Intelligence - 4
Charisma - 6
Perception - 6
Luck - 1
Corruption – 0

Rukarra:

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As you slowly walk up to the guardsman, he watches you warily, before you reach your hands around and unclasp your bra, allowing your green, pleasant breasts to fall into place. The guard's eyes are briefly locked onto your dark-green nipples, before he averts his eyes with his forearm. "What?! Get the hell out of here before I change my mind about you, and make it quick! Put those things away!" The guard growls, still looking away from you. Evidently that didn't work.

You feel a little less "safe" than you did a few seconds ago. The Blessing must have worn off.

Status:
Health: 27/29
Mind: Lust-crazed. (-1 Intelligence)
Nutriments: Hungry. A bit parched.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Two battles axes, in masterful condition. Rusty, weak iron pauldrons. Leather bra and pants maintained perfectly.
Core:
Strength – 8
Dexterity - 5
Constitution - 6
Intelligence - 2 (-1)
Charisma - 1
Perception - 5
Luck - 4
Corruption - 3

Kiera:

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Vincent's eyes widen slightly as you seethe at him, wincing as if he'd prepare to be shot, before you slowly start inching forwards, and end up shaking his hand as you lower your crossbow. He breathes a sigh of relief and lowers both of his hands after the handshake, and nods down to you, smiling ever so slightly. "It's good to meet you Kiera, that's a very beautiful name." He then turns his back to you and walks up towards a fire brazen, and opens a dusty, dilapidated cupboard. He lets out a troubled, "Hmm..." as he searches, before sighing. However, he then emits a loud, "Hah!" and raises an iron kettle, swishing it to let you know that it would nearly be full. Walking over to you now, he hands you the kettle. Aiming it so that the fire would reflect off of the water, you can tell in fact, that it's perfectly clean.

As you would be busy inspecting the water, Vincent would be looking through an identical dresser, save for the rot and the broken door attached to it. He opens it up, whips his hand rapidly to clear it of heavy dust, and looks through it for a few seconds. Moments later, he emits another victorious "Hah!" and turns around with a covered object in his hand. Walking up to you, he grips the cloth covering what you would assume to be a meal, and whips it away, letting loose a "Taa-daa." as he shows you the contents of his hand. A rather rich-looking steak is contained on a golden platter, the size of it roughly being a bit bigger than his fist, but damn, does it ever look good. It's almost enough to even make your mouth water.

Handing you the steak as well, he pulls up a stool and smiles, before reaching forwards and tearing a little strip from it then chewing it. He then idly shrugs, "If you're worried about the water as well, I can taste it first." He bluntly offers. Whether you hand it to him or not, you expect the water would be fine either way.

As you both sit there, Vincent then shivers slightly, and stands up, leaning down to his left to tend to a firepit you'd missed earlier. Briefly adjusting the tinder, he then snaps his fingers and a spark shoots out from his finger tip, engulfing the small fire place in flame, even though there were two fires already going in the background. "Ahh...Well, at least things are a bit more cozy at least." He grins, before sitting down on the stool in front of you again, being roughly five feet away or so.

"So, ehh...What're you up to? What I mean by that is, what brings you out here? Not exactly an urban locale."

You feel a little less "safe" than you did a few seconds ago. The Blessing must have worn off.

Status:
Health: 26/27 (25+2)
Mind: In slight pain.
Nutriments: Thirsty.
Affects: Venombrawler. (+2 to health)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 110 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Leather armor in very poor condition. A black fur cloak. A well-maintained crossbow. A somewhat dull knife. Snares, ropes, and crossbow bolts in excellent condition. A small green lizard-like corpse. A small pouch, containing: A white, mottled egg.
Core:
Strength - 3
Dexterity - 8
Constitution - 5
Intelligence - 5
Charisma - 1
Perception - 7
Luck - 1
Corruption - 5

Umbrage:

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You gradually eat your meal after the numerous blessings and good-lucks, setting yourself down in a quiet corner near a few wagons, lest you be swarmed by the more curious sort. Eating your meal in silence and drinking your fill, though your thoughts gradually drift towards your crystal. After swallowing the last of your meal, you reach into your pocket and pull out the crystal. Setting it on the back of your hand, you think of the words: "Ultima Bellum." Gasping slightly as your strength is quickly sapped from your body, you nearly fall over as you're sitting, though you grit your teeth as you focus on the crystal. The crystal itself would be pulsing with a greater light every second, until finally, it suddenly erupts in a cascade of beautiful white light, and gradually shifts itself into an arrow. It points past the town, and unfortunately due to the sun's positioning and the valley's depth, you can't see exactly what lies beyond. You dispend the crystal's magical flow, and pant heavily as it feels like your muscles burn. You'd almost think you just ran a marathon then lifted a 50-pound weight all day, and it feels like your movements are jelly-like. Never the less, you at least have a general idea of where to go now, and the fastest way to get there is straight through town.

You feel a little less "safe" than you did a few seconds ago. The Blessing must have worn off.

Status:
Health: 24/24
Mind: Pure.
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 30 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Pulse wave, Regeneration, Shatter Barrier.
Equipment: Leather armor in poor condition, save for the chestpiece. Leather vambraces in good condition. Modified custom-made canesword in perfect condition and quality. Five copper coins and some sweets.
Core:
Strength – 5
Dexterity - 9
Constitution - 4
Intelligence - 5
Charisma - 1
Perception - 3
Luck - 2
Corruption - 0

Gaen and Ezra:

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Before Ezra would have gently eased Gaen to the ground and started her march of attack, she would have been handed a bola from the pale-skinned man. As soon as Ezra's gauntlets came in contact with it, her fists felt slightly tingly, as if she'd slept on top of them as tiny needles pinched her. Regardless, it was a very minor effect and Ezra would have taken the bola as she slowly inched forwards into throwing distance. The entire while, although the bola and its' enchantment was very obvious, the leopard just languidly watches Ezra, not really bothering to move as it brings its' front-paw up and licks the back of it.

As Ezra finally gets within throwing range of the large bola, about fifteen or so feet, Ezra raises the bola above her head, twirling it slowly, before she increases the speed to really fling it. (Perception roll: 14 [DANGEROUS OPPONENT! -3] = 11) Unfortunately, Ezra would fail to notice that the forest to her right would be completely silent, as if the birds themselves dare not move for fear of being killed. Just as Ezra would be about to throw the bola, the sounds of leaves parting and a particularly large being or object flying through the air towards her would be registered too late. A large, brown-and-dark colored being lands directly in front of Ezra, almost on her feet, as it's nearly laying against the ground, so that it wouldn't be hit by the bola. Immediately placing their hands firmly against the grass, they whip their feet around and attempt to bring Ezra's feet out from under her. (Roll: 13 [Surprised: -3] = 10) Ezra is able to step back literally just in time save for one of her feet, which is quickly swept from under her and she lands against the grass with a thud, Gaen's bola flying off near the river.

The figure quickly stands up, a spear in their hands as they stare down at Ezra on the ground. ((Read OOC spoiler for appearance.)) What sounds like a feminine voice suddenly barks out in a cackle from the hyena, before her leopard comes into Ezra's view. Immediately pouncing on top of her, the leopard keeps all four of the women's limbs pinned to the floor, its' jaws dangerously close to the woman's neck. Trying to struggle would be a very bad idea.

The hyena huntress slowly strides up to Gaen, staring down at him as she rests her spear into the ground, emitting a challenging bark. "Look at you." Her growling voice snarls out, shaking her mask-clad head slowly. "My prey, the one I had sought since the beginning...Dying, at the hands of a few goblins...To kill you now would gain no results. You'd be a mouse caught in the jaws of a lion. Worthless." She barks, before reaching into her satchel. She takes her spear from the ground and strides over to Ezra, dropping a small, smooth-wood container next to the ground. "Smear it over his wounds, and be quick about it. His blood smells delicious... But he doesn't have much of it left." She snickers, erupting into a cackle of laughter, which gradually dies down before long. "Leah." She calls, and the leopard jumps from Ezra's body. The hyena huntress jumps surprisingly high and grabs the branch of a tree as she rests her feet against it with her spear slung along her back, and loudly calls out, "I'll have your head soon enough, Meat! Try to survive that long so I can take it!"

And just like that, she climbs the tree and leaps into the forest, Leah quickly following suit in the trees themselves. It seems Gaen has finally found out what the figure in the distance was earlier that day.

You feel a little less "safe" than you did a few seconds ago. The Blessing must have worn off.

Gaen and Ezra OOC:

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Gaen:

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Status:
Health: 2/30 (29+2-1)
Mind: In debilitating pain. (-2 Strength, Perception, Charisma, Dexterity.) Fading. (Will occasionally pass out.)
Nutriments: Very hungry. Very thirsty.
Affects: Venombrawler (+2 to health) In the Sun. (-1 to Consitution, Strength, and Dexterity.) Bleeding. (-2 health per turn.) Badly injured (-4 to all roles.)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Killer Instincts, Iron Will, Bloodlust, Outcast, Weakened by the Sun, Dark Urges. (All passives.)
Equipment: A perfectly-made and maintained axe. A dull shortsword with a sheath. A hunting knife in average condition. Patchy, slightly weakened leather armor, missing an arm completely. The existing arm on the armor is home to several gashes and teeth marks. Two bolas, of masterful make. A well-crafted, slightly curved shortsword.
Core:
Strength - 8 (-3)
Dexterity - 5 (-3)
Constitution - 7 (-1)
Intelligence – 4
Charisma - 1 (-2)
Perception - 5 (-2)
Luck - 1
Corruption - 3

Ezra:

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Status:
Health: 27/29 (27+2)
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Hungry. Thirsty.
Affects: Venombrawlers (+2 to health)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 4 silver.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: Flimsy heavy gauntlets. Light cloth armor in good condition. A well-made, well-maintained dagger. A backpack, containing: Ulmnioson fruit. A small, smooth-wood container, likely containing a healing ointment of sorts.
Core:
Strength – 7
Dexterity - 7
Constitution - 6
Intelligence - 2
Charisma - 2
Perception - 4
Luck - 1
Corruption - 5

Jeanne:

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You blink as you register that you're in the dark. It smells of musk, and water occasionally drips from the ceiling. The smell of rotten wood also registers in your nostrils, and you frown. Taking advantage of the fact that you can see in the dark, you're in what looks to be a ruined cellar. You doubt that there's anything of use in here, but it wouldn't hurt to check, right? Directly in front of you about ten feet ahead is a set of stairs leading up to a surprisingly well-kept cellar door. The Crusade has already begun and you suspect it's close to dusk, so you should get moving and find out which direction you want to head before night falls, at least.

Status:
Health: 24/24
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Slayshade, Death's Melody, Reaper's Cloak, Shadowstep.
Equipment: Your black leather gear is (Roll: 15) in good condition, everything upkept to a very respectable degree. Your belt is (Roll: 1!) utterly broken, unable to hold anything whatsoever as it would be completely frayed, and ruined in some areas. Your longsword (Roll: 20!) is of master quality, and along the guard is a blue gem infused with magical energy. Your sword is enchanted, causing it to swing faster with the aid of magic from the user. (Note, it is not lighter, it propels itself based on your attack. It will automatically sap your mana as you use it, though it's a very slight drain, practically unnoticeable.) Your shortsword is (Roll: 19) also of master's quality, but lacking an enchantment of sorts. Your wand is (Roll: 18) of perfect quality, oakwood infused with Vampire's Bane along with a pinch of Ghost Spices to give it a seamless casting ability.
Core:
Strength - 2
Dexterity - 8
Constitution - 4
Intelligence - 7
Charisma - 2
Perception - 5
Luck - 2
Corruption - 10

Aataz:

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You immediately launch yourself into the air, (Roll: 17 [DANGEROUS ENEMY! -3] = 14) finishing the spells and leveling yourself out perfectly. Just as you manage to get out of range, Rams'kor lets loose a bellowing, almost inhuman "Y'AARRR!" as he jumps, brings his fists up, and then smashes them both against the ground, sending a torrent of dust and rocks flying everywhere as if a rocket had just exploded. As the dust clears, Rams'kor laughs up at you and charges at you once more, as if he'd be prepared to leap at you despite the large distance away, before you quickly mutter the words for your next spell, focusing on Rams'kor. (Roll: 8 [DANGEROUS ENEMY! -3] = 5)

Unfortunately, it seems your spell did not have the intended effect, and although Rams'kor briefly slows down, his fists de-activate and he groans, bringing his hands up to his head. Roaring, he shakes his head, screams what sounds like a spell of which you've never heard of, and booms, "Ramsk-FISTS!" His hands are then encapsulated in that same bright blue aura, and he roars as he digs his feet into the ground, muttering something under his breath, before the Earth beneath him cracks as his feet are encased in what looks like blue greaves and boots. He then launches himself in the air towards you, grinning viciously. (Aataz roll: 20!)

Fortunately for you, you perfectly plan out his startlingly-fast movements, and angle your body to the side just as he would about to whip his fist at you. You manage to twirl your body while at the same time effortlessly unsheathing your sword, and you (Roll: 5) manage to land a scratch along his back, though you expect that there would be armor underneath and you haven't actually wounded him. He lets out a growl as he falls back to the ground, landing with the force of a meteor as another incredibly large dune of dust is sprayed up from the ground, flinging rocks to and fro.

The smoke clears, and Rams'kor dusts himself off, glaring up at you. "Wily little bastard...Get down here!" He roars, preparing to leap at you again. The other two mercenaries seem to be watching your every move, as if studying you.

You feel a little less "safe" than you did a few seconds ago. The Blessing must have worn off.

Status:
Health: 20/20
Mind: Clear.
Nutriments: Perfectly healthy.
Affects: None.
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal, loaded with: 20 copper, 5 silver.
Mental Arsenal: Decoy, Terrify, Enthrall, Paralysis, Manipulate Gravity, Manipulate Attraction, Manipulate Time, Spacial Displacement, Spacial Partitioning.
Equipment: Short sword in perfect condition, the blade gleaming with a beautiful edge, steel in its make. A simple leather belt and scabbard with a few pouches, being in not very good quality, a few of the pouches frayed to the point of uselessness. A loin cloth, and a bandolier in good condition, not needing repair.
Core:
Strength - 1
Dexterity - 5
Constitution - 1
Intelligence - 12
Charisma - 2
Perception - 3
Luck - 5
Corruption – 0

Lilly:

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You immediately attempt to find some cover, the voices drawing closer as you do so. (Roll: 14) You stealthily creep towards your tent, drawing your bow as you do so. Hiding behind it, you silently nock an arrow as the voices grow clear enough for you to make out. They sound like they're coming low, and they carry a primal growl with them. "Roight, where th' fek's Orok at?!" One of them demands, it sounds like they're goblins!

"Who fekkin' knowz...Th' fekkin' guyz prob'ly snoo-" Would be the cut-off from another one, before he stops. They've likely come across the body of Orok apparently, before they roar in anger, looking around. You stealthily peek your head out and take in the view. There's three of them, and they each carry well-worn machetes along with a loin cloth. One of them, slightly taller than the others, wears a bandolier that just fits him. He looks to be the leader. "Spread ou' and find 'ooeva did this to'em! NOW!" He roars, raising his machete at the two, who grimace and nod, looking around.

Angling your bow just past the tent's edge, you attempt to draw the string back as silently as you can. (Goblins' perception roll: 12) One of the goblins slowly looks in your direction, and he peers at you, evidently not perceiving your bow. Just then, his eyes light up in recognition as you release your arrow, silencing him with a half-scream. This immediately results in the other two roaring in alarm, looking around in your general direction. "Vuh tent!" The leader screams, before charging over with his companion to your location. You immediately whip your hand back, grab the shaft of another arrow, and attempt to nock it, all the while being charged by the two. (Roll: 7) Unfortunately, the two goblins skid on either side of you, surrounding you. (Roll: 7) You whip your bow around to aim at the goblin in front of you, (Goblin roll: 15) but he ends up bashing your bow out of your hands with his fists. He sneers and laughs at you as he swings his machete, roaring, "Blood, death, blood, BLOOOOD!"

(Defense roll: 12) Fortunately, you manage to dodge by throwing yourself out of the way to the right, his machete bashing into the ground where you once were. You whip your dagger out in your grasp, fixing the two of them with an icy stare. (Lilly initiation roll: 1!) Before you can react by jabbing out, the lesser goblin charges towards you, swinging his machete again. (Goblin attack roll: 9) You grimace as you angle your body out of the way, just managing to avoid having your artery severed as your foot would just scrape by his blade. Taking advantage of him bent over while trying to retrieve his machete, you stab your dagger into his neck and wrench sideways, severing his carotid artery and spraying you with blood. The goblin thrashes and screams, then grows silent. Your focus is then turned to the leader, who fixes you with a smoldering glare of hatred. He roars as he throws his blade to the side and charges at you, arms outstretched!

(Goblin initiation roll: 16, Lilly initiation roll: 12) Before you can lash out with a strike of your own, the goblin manages to sprint faster than you expected, and (Goblin tackle roll: 7) almost trips, sending him sprawling as he goes for you. (Roll: 15) You're easily able to sidestep his blundering attempt, and you even whip your foot around to round-house kick him, sending his face sprawling into the dirt. Immediately, you flip your dagger around, grab the goblin's hand, wrench it to pop his hand out of its' socket, and stab your dagger deep into his neck, silencing his screams of pain.

Soaked with blood and exertion, you nearly groan and fall as you're finally given peace, though at the cost of having your camp bathed in blood. You walk over to your bow, and find it's in the same shape as before. You sheath the arrow that was nocked with it, and look over to the goblin you'd taken care of with another. (Roll: 7) Unfortunately, your arrow is broken and unsalvageable. It seems you might finally gain peace.

You feel a little less "safe" than you did a few seconds ago. The Blessing must have worn off.

Status:
Health: 23/23
Mind: Pure.
Nutriments: A tad famished. A tad parched. A bit fatigued.
Affects: Soaked in blood. (-1 to Charisma.)
Physical Arsenal: Je'bahdi Crystal.
Mental Arsenal: None.
Equipment: A shortbow of expert make. Leather armor of beautiful design and quality. Four horrendously-crafted arrows in a quiver, combined with 8 well-crafted ones to make 12. A silver Steelsong dagger.
Core:
Strength - 2
Dexterity - 8
Constitution - 3
Intelligence - 3
Charisma - 4 (-1)
Perception - 5
Luck - 4
Corruption - 0