The Demonborn's Dilema [Cryosabre]

[Lorielle]

Character:

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Name: Tasht Ventress

Age: 27

Race: Demonborn

Appearance:

Biography: Found abandoned in the woods as an infant, Tasht was raised by an elderly couple after her cries for attention caught their ears and lead them to sought her out. They were more than a little bit surprised to find that not only was there a baby in the woods, but a Demonborn one at that. Luckily Tasht's rescuers sense of duty outweighed their sense of fear and she was taken in to be raised as their own.

As their story went, Tasht had been found wrapped tightly in a silken scarf in a makeshift manger deep in the woods with her true parents nowhere to be found and not even the slightest bit of evidence of their identity left behind. It was as if they had simply vanished into thin air or, perhaps, they had never existed at all and Tasht had been heaven-sent to provide her new parents with a child to take car of after all their own had left to make their own mark on the world. That's what her parents always told her at least and what reasons did she have to not believe them?

From a young age, Tasht had already began learning her fathers trade, woodworking, and even found she had quite a knack for the surprisingly intricate practises that came with shaping formless chunks of wood into any sort of design, be it furniture, building materials or weapons. Even so, woodworking wasn't enough to hold Tasht's full attention for long as she soon found herself drawn towards the woods she had been found in and the excitement of a hunter's profession. It took many months of begging, but eventually Tasht finally wore her parents down enough until they relented and allowed Tasht to accompany the village's hunters on their next expeditions under the promise they would never let Tasht out of their sight.

It was a promise they needn't have made however as Tasht rarely wandered more than a few feet away from any given hunter before she would quickly hurry back and hit them with a barrage of questions on how, why and when to do certain actions. It was during these numerous excursions across many, many summers Tasht found herself learning many useful lessons about the wild and how she could best use the resources provided to her. She found out which herbs could and could not be eaten, how to skin an animal, make a shelter for herself, stalk her prey and, in Tasht's eye's most importantly, how to properly wield the iconic hunter's bow with deadly precision to name but a few of the skills she developed.

As the years went by and Tasht learnt more than enough skills to finally be accepted as a fully fledged hunter for her village, she found herself once again looking for something bigger...something more exciting to occupy her time with.

Unfortunately that chance at a bigger adventure would come all too soon as, upon returning from an extended hunting trip herself, Tasht returned to the burnt out remains of her once home. Among the wreckage Tasht found many of the people she had grown to love over her life, while many still remained unaccounted for.

Bereft and seeking answers, Tasht left the remains of her village to go on her own journey, determined to find out who did this to her and her family, and why.


Stats
HP: 12/12
Mana 11/11
LP: 9/9
Corruption: 0/100

STR: 2
CHA: -2
WIS: -1
INT: 1
CON: 2
DEX: 4

Skills:
Skilled hunter: having learned the way of the hunter, Tasht is adept at tracking and stalking her prey. +1 to tracking and stealth rolls.

Skilled hands: working as a woodworker for so many years has afforded Tasht a superior level of hand eye coordination. +1 to slight of hand rolls.

Magic Schools

Major: Demonic
Minor: Enchantment

Spells:
(D) Sharpen Claws (1 Mana): Transform your hands into deadly weapons, extending and sharpening your nails into nigh unbreakable claws equivalent to steel for the duration of the scene/surrender or knocked unconscious.
(D) Summon Will-o-Wisp (4 Mana/1 mana per day upkeep): While not necessarily a demon, seen as the first step towards bending the will of demons, you leash a wayward evil spirit to act as a simple familliar, it has the intelligence of a smart cat, but if you inject it with mana or allow it to feed on the mana of others it can regain some of its intelligence and further enhance its own abilities. The Wisp's abilities are determined by the spirit you leashed.
(E) Mystic Shield (2 Mana): Allows you to strengthen your armour with magic, increasing your defence slightly and reducing damage while wearing armour.

Traits: None

Turn ons:
Bondage, spanking, orgasm denial, massive insertions, being forced to beg, body modification, pet play, beastiality, herms, lesbian, group sex, cum bath, rape, Slavery, Huge cocks, straight, Insemination, Forced Orgasms, Submission/Domination, Humiliation, bukkake, choking, inflation, tentacles, gangbangs, corruption, misogyny

You had lived much of your life in the seclusion of the village, far from the eyes of people who would judge you simply for your apperance and curse the ground you walked on. Your idyllic life came to an end, but you'd soon learn that you arent the only person this had happened to. The many of people unaccounted for seemed to be a common feature of these frontier attacks. Travelling on the road and discussing events on your way to the regional capital of Hewwahl you learned from many traders that villages and villagers were seemingly "vanishing" into thin air. Though vanish is a bit of a exaggeration as you remember the smell of burning wood from you village. Still this detail lines up with some of the stories you were hearing. Just what was happening?

You'd get your answer soon enough however when you see a baggage train of refugees just outside a major checkpoint overlooking a bridge. A village barely a day's travel from Hewwahl (Hue-Wall) was completely razed, but thanks to the timely intervention of some adventurers many of the villagers managed to escape rather than disappearing into the unknown. The story now being spread around is the end of days is upon them.

More level-headed villagers though talk about about demons, fire and brimstone suddenly coming to meet them. One particular adventurer noted that when the attack started lines of energy rose out of the ground, leylines they thought, and then the leylines were split open and demons poured out of them. This is the best information you can get at least right now. At the checkpoint you were barely let through, but worse yet, with reports of demon incursions happening more and more people look at you with suspicion. You were let through the checkpoint but not without a priest of the goddess determining you werent a "demonic spy" or whatever.

The final stretch of your journey for answers leads you to the massive rainbow colored walls of Hewwahl. Large concentric circles of seemingly natural crystal fortifications jut out of the ground, the surrounding landscape dotted with farms and outposts, you wouldnt think demons had suddenly invaded within the well kept and orderly palatial farms of the capital. Though this stop the scene from feeling dreadful as you see lines of refugees trying to enter through the many different portcullises of the Crystal Walls. Guards inspect every carriage and person, and it takes you well until sunset before you get to set into the city proper. Home to a little over 100,000 people, you're regarded with some suspicion, but most seem to busy with their own problems to really go out of their way to say anything about your demonborn heritage. All thats left is for you to figure out what you want to do.. your once dreamed upon adventure is now starting, but you werent sent off with a smile and wave, instead fleeing your burnt out home for answers. Theres an adventurers guild thats of certainty in a city this large, but there is also the Demon's Quarters a perjorative name for the slum area mostly occupied by demonborn like yourself who have for a long time been shunned by other humankind.

Quicksheet:

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Stats
HP: 12/12
Mana 11/11
LP: 9/9
Corruption: 0/100

STR: 2
CHA: -2
WIS: -1
INT: 1
CON: 2
DEX: 4

Skills:
Skilled hunter: having learned the way of the hunter, Tasht is adept at tracking and stalking her prey. +1 to tracking and stealth rolls.

Skilled hands: working as a woodworker for so many years has afforded Tasht a superior level of hand eye coordination. +1 to slight of hand rolls.

Magic Schools

Major: Demonic
Minor: Enchantment

Spells:
(D) Sharpen Claws (1 Mana): Transform your hands into deadly weapons, extending and sharpening your nails into nigh unbreakable claws equivalent to steel for the duration of the scene/surrender or knocked unconscious.
(D) Summon Will-o-Wisp (4 Mana/1 mana per day upkeep): While not necessarily a demon, seen as the first step towards bending the will of demons, you leash a wayward evil spirit to act as a simple familliar, it has the intelligence of a smart cat, but if you inject it with mana or allow it to feed on the mana of others it can regain some of its intelligence and further enhance its own abilities. The Wisp's abilities are determined by the spirit you leashed.
(E) Mystic Shield (2 Mana): Allows you to strengthen your armour with magic, increasing your defence slightly and reducing damage while wearing armour.

Traits: None

[cryosabre]

Having spent the last few weeks traveling, investigating and pleading her own innocence against the recent influx of demonic attacks on local farms and towns, Tasht sighed in a mixture of relief and amazement as her weeks long journey to Hewwahl was finally at an end. She walked through, wide-eyed and almost numb to yet another inspection as she was finally permitted entry through the final portcullis and the splendor that was the Crystal Walls, every bit as glorious as she had ever imagined them. All the stories her adoptive father had told her of the Crystal City flooded back into her mind and she couldn't stop a smile forming on her lips as she had spent a large amount of her childhood dreaming of coming here to sell her fathers wares and explore the city and finally, she was here. Her feeling of triumph was quickly quashed however as the bitter reason for her being here raced to the forefront of her mind and Tasht couldn't stop herself from shedding a tear at what she had lost.

Still, despite the grim reminder of what she had come for, Tasht knew she had to start somewhere if she was to get answers and so decided to ask the strangers around her if they could direct her towards to adventurers guild.

[Lorielle]

Thankfully getting information about the adventurer's guild was rather easy. Given the large number of people coming and going, if someone shot you down you can just turn to the next person and they'd happily give you the information, though there was still a bit of surprise in many of their faces, but it did seem within the walls of Hewwahl people seemed somewhat unaware of the situation brewing outside of the walls.

From what you know about the city, described to you by your adoptive father, Hewwahl's been unbreached for 500 hundred years, but on top of that Hewwahl had decided it'd never attack its neighbors either. Ever since its magical walls went up, no army could ever hope to breach it and such its become a bit of an epicenter for many trade networks, seeing that no one would ever bother besieging the city either as it has been deemed impregnable by all of its neighbors. This special status also gave rise to the region's largest Adventurer Guild, coordinating disparate mercenaries and adventurers for jobs all around the continent as a sort of neutral party for anyone to make use of or request the assistance of.

It takes you about an hour of walking to find the Exploratory Commission, the official name of Hewwahl's adventurer's guild. Nestled within a large wood and stone building it almost looked like a cathedral at first glance before you saw much of the stained glass contained depictions of famous adventurers instead of religious figures. Though something seemed kinda off, there was a massive crowd around the front entrance to the Commission building and a large if lanky man was using magic to project his voice to the crowd.

"The Commission is no longer accepting new requests! Return home! If you have an emergency contact the Guard, the Commission is no longer accepting new requests!" The voice says again and again, much to the consternation of the crowd who demanded entry into the building.

[cryosabre]

Tasht sighed in frustration as she was knocked about again for what felt like the one millionth time as she tried her hardest to make her way through the thick, constant crowds of Hewwahl. It was after the 10th time she found herself almost knocked off her feet that Tasht had decided that, despite the splendor of the crystal walls and amazing history of the place, she didn't like cities. They were overcrowded, smelly and filled with stupid, dumb arrogant people with their stupid, dumb arrogant faces who gave stupid, dumb, arrogant answers when she tried to ask them for help. It wasn't HER fault she was born with horns was it? Obviously it wasn't ALL people here, most of the people she had asked for help had been nothing but lovely. But still. To hell with those other people. Especially the one who had said she should be in the Demon Quarter.

Still, she was almost there, potential answers to her questions were within reach and all she had to do was reach the Exploratory Commission which was just around this last corne- "Dammit!" Tasht shouted in the middle of the street as the first thing she noticed above all else was the massive, loud, stupid, dumb, arrogant crowd precisely placed in front of her destination...would these people die if they stood more than 2 inches apart from each other?

Sighing again, Tasht groaned as she looked up at the grand building and at least found the sight of the old cathedralesque building inspiring if nothing else as she idly imagined her own stained glass window being there one day.

Still, she had a job to do and she would be damned is she was going to be stopped by a rabble of angry city folk as she strode into the crowd, trying to push her way through to the front to see if she could get any sort of different treatment as someone who was there to see if she could help the guild at all, instead of demanding something from it.

[Lorielle]

The city would certainly be a hard adjustment from the lush woods and wide open spaces you were used to growing up. The small community of hunters that you were lucky to have surrounded yourself with and their general lack of suspicion of you and your heritage. Not that the occasional outsider to your village didn’t think it was weird but at least someone always spoke up in your defense. Here though… it was an adjustment.

Most people in front of the Commission building certainly more average folks. People you’d hardly call adventurers but there definitely a few well dress people among the rabble. Most likely merchants of some kind or another. You tried your best to push to the front of crowd and it was slow going but eventually you manage to get through. That’s when you see the line of Commission troops who prevented the mob from breaking down the building doors.

“If you’re looking to join the commission, you will need to visit the registrars and complete the examination. They will have a building not far from here. You will be able to tell by the watchtower attached to it.” The heavily armored trooper says to you while another person pushes a peasant back away from the steps.

Well the process for signing up sounds like a hassle and a half, you can follow through or seek out other means for obtaining more information about the current situation.

[cryosabre]

Tasht was.... at a total loss of what to do. She had completely expected to be able to waltz right into the Commission, receive her first job and gain access to any and all information they had on what was happening with the attacks and disappearances. Instead, she get's told she has to have an exam...an EXAM? To kill things that are attacking the surrounding farms like hers and the countless others she had encountered or heard about on the way here. "Madness..." She whispered to herself before resigning herself to heading towards the registrars building, looking out for the watchtower over the heads of the crowd to help guide her. As much as a pain as it was, the Exploratory Commission was likely her best bet at getting the most up to date knowledge of current events.

Upon finally arriving Tasht entered if possible and asked to see the next available registrar urgently, trying to intimate that she wanted to try and help clear the mob currently swarming the Commission building by joining the commission and completing jobs for them.

[Lorielle]

The walk around town took a few hours. This place was massive. The streets were intertwined and filled with people, but deeper and deeper many blocks away you spotted a stone watchtower towering above a nearby square. A small market and cafe are nearby and you see a line stretching out door..

You prepare for a long wait but the wait itself seems rather rapid as you’re in line people go in and come out the building a little pin on their chest, some sort of emblem emblazed upon it. A compass rose with each of the points colored differently. Azure for north, Onyx for south, Red for West, White for east.

At most it seemed like every other minute another person walked out of the building even some rather experienced looking adventurers were exiting with the pin until finally it was your turn.

The interior of the building was quite utilitarian, looking much more like a standard guard post with a small reception desk. Inside a woman is writing in some sort of ledger, many names filling out the pages her feathered quill dashing back and forth.

“Name, purpose for join the Exploratory Commission?” She says in a flat matter of fact tone. She glanced up at you and looks around, she seems unconvinced by your reason for joining the commission, though it’s quite likely she was going through a rather rote process to process as many people as possible. “Hmm, first demonborn of the day.” She remarks though the comment definitely feels like something you weren’t supposed to hear.

“Here is your examination request.” She hands you the pin you’ve seen and a small scroll. “This will contain information about the request you must carry out. The pin represents your provisional membership to the Commission, go around back to the watch tower and receive your equipment, good luck on your examination.”

[cryosabre]

"Uh...Tasht Ventress. I want to help kill things and stop that rabble outside the main commission building from breaking the doors down?" Tasht said quickly, not sure how to take the woman's initial tone. Hell, she would have even felt a bit of sympathy for her having to sit her all day helping people through the process if she hadn't made that rather annoying little remark about her lineage. "Not the first asshole of the day..." Tasht whispered under her breath before taking the pin and scroll and giving the receptionist a sweet smile at her farewell.

"Alright, let's just get this overwith." Tasht continued muttering to herself, an annoying habit she already began to realise was forming as she followed the directions of the receptionist lady and made her way around the back of the watchtower to receive whatever equipment was given to her, though she imagined it would probably remain mostly unused in favour of her trusty bow.

Upon arriving, tasht was glad to see that she wasn't going to be forced into take anything she didn't really need or want. She mainly asked the clerk for some light armor as well as a shortsword that she could use if anything got up a bit too personal with her. Readily equipment, Tasht Steeled herself and asked the clerk where she was to go next to complete her training.

[Lorielle]

Once you've received your equipment, though you do not the short sword you were given was a bit on the crummy side, but at least was still usable. The light armor at least seemed quite good. Well made leather armor and a tabard for you to drape over the front and back of your armor that was a Bright white with black checkboard pattern over half of it. This should make you easily identifiable among the townsfolk along with your provisional training pin. There wasnt anything stipulating you had to wear this part of the armor, but you think that people might be more convinced by your presence if you are wearing it, though the same could easily be flipped. If someone was an enemy of the commission they'd hate your guts fairly fast.

With that done and you ask the clerk about where to continue your training they mention you should have been given a scroll with your exam assignment. And as such you pull it out to read over the information.

Dear Applicant,

We thank you for your interest in the Exploratory Commission, as a part of standard training procedures you must prove your worth. The assignment detailed below should you be able to complete it will be the first step to your new life with the Comission, we wish you success.

Please sign your name below the assignment details


The assignment seems rather straight forward and is actually related to the demon sightings. "A 2 day journey from Hewwahl, demon sightings are rumored to have taken place, please travel to the village of Ashwood to collect a physical specimen or physical evidence of a demonic incursion and return it to the Commission HQ, you have a week to complete this assignment starting from when you sign your name."

Below that is the date and a blank line for you to sign or please upon it some identifying seal, theres some small text below the line as well, but it is a little hard to make out.

[cryosabre]

She wasn't entirely sure why, but the thought of wearing a full tabard caused Tasht's nose to wrinkle slightly. Instead she opted to tied it around her belt and use it as a flair, that way she would still be showing the colours while inside the city, but could easily remove it if need be, should the situation call for it.

Equipment fitted and clerk spoken to, Tasht couldn't help but feel a bit sheepish at the fact she hadn't even though to have a read of the scroll given to her, though she let out a sigh of relief as she read the details of her first assignment.

She had absolutely expected to be asked to go clear out some giant rats from the city sewers, or something similarly benign, and was nothing short of ecstatic to find that not only was she getting to leave the city, but also to go and chase the demonic incursion! Surely with this chance, she would have the opportunity to find out some much needed information! Too excited to take the time to read the smaller information at the bottom, Tasht hurriedly signed on the line and handed the scroll back to the clerk, listening to any additional information he may have had before thanking him and leaving to go and prepare.

As much as she wanted to head straight out, Tasht knew that at the very least she should get a decent night's sleep and a hot in her belly before going back out on the road, so attempted to head back out in the city to try and find an inn to provide just that. Who knows, if she was lucky, the tabard tied around her belt might even help to disperse the crowd a tiny bit...maybe.

[Lorielle]

The clerk only offered you some well wishes on your exam, but also to remember to complete the mission by the deadline. From there though you headed back out into the city and looked for a place to call it a night. The journey had certainly been a long one and it certainly felt the right call as the sun was swiftly descending. Hewwahl's massive walls making sunset even more pronounced, though their semi-translucent nature did create an entirely magical feeling. Walking through the streets as the evening glow is dispersed by rainbow walls, lamplighters running from place to place to light the streetlamps.

There was a certain energy to everything despite how late everything was getting. This was certainly something you never experienced back in your village as by the time the sun lowered below the horizon, most people were ready to turn in, or stop by the tavern for supper then turn in for the night. But not here. Some people it seemed were just getting started with their days as you looked for an inn to call it a night.

Thankfully for you, Inns are a dime a dozen in this massive city and you found one that seemed to be relatively modest. It was a simple two story building with a stone ground floor and a wooden upper floor. Nothing seemed out of order and it was all well kept. The sounds of people flowing outward from the windows and its grand double door. A sign hung off a balcony on the second floor that had a wolf, most likely a she-wolf, surrounded by its pups. The name read, "The Den." You step through the double doors and are immediately hit with the smell of boiling stew that makes your mouth water. Meaty and aromatic, a couple of waitresses flit around being drinks and food to people at tables. But before you can enter the lobby proper a woman at a desk next to the front door gets your attention.

"Welcome to the Den, if you're looking for a room, it'll be 20 coppers a night, that includes dinner and breakfast when you leave." She smiles and bats her eyelashes at you, affecting a placid smile, though at least she doesnt seem to care that you are a demonborn. 20 coppers seemed a tad expensive, you remember the inn in your village charged about 10 coppers, but maybe this price was just common for the city? You at least had enough money for a few nights, but you needed a minimum of 4 days for travel if you were to be successful in your mission.

[cryosabre]

Despite her drowning disdain of crowded city life, Tasht did have to admit that she didn't hate how the city looked in the evening. The way the light of the setting sun shining through the crystal walls created a kaleidoscope effect of colours on the ground and surrounding buildings had Tasht momentarily forgot her troubles as she found herself absentmindedly trying to step from puddle to puddle, her memories drifting back to her childhood of playing these sorts of games with her family and friends back in the village.

Of course, she was knocked out of this daze quicker than she would have liked as the infuriating, ever-busy streets of Hewwahl brought a physical reminder that it never quietens. That reminder coming in the form of a particularly large man walking clean into her, clearly having only awoken recently and not fully aware of his surroundings, obviously due to his partaking in some sort of perverted degeneracy the previous night. Tasht's mind would accept no other reason he could have been sleeping during the day and heading out at night as she scrambled back to her feet and continued on her journey for a good inn, safe from the clutches of her lascivious assailant... Or maybe he was just trying to get to his night job. Who knows? Better safe than sorry in the city.

To say her feet were sore by the time Tasht found The Den was an understatement. The uneven cobblestones were just another thing that Tasht had decided she didn't like about the city, and she found herself cursing them every time the pain in her calf muscles throbbed from having to right her balance. Still, the simple building looked more than adequate for a quick night's stay and she couldn't stop a contented sigh escaping her lips as the smell of a hearty stew hit her nostrils... That and the nice, even floor.

"Oh, uhm, hello..." Tasht greeted the woman, suspicious of her fluttering eyelids and cool smile, Is she a pervert too? Tasht idly wondered to herself before saying out loud, "That's... Quite expensive. I'm assuming that's a private room? It will have to do if it is..." Resigning herself to paying the 20 copper regardless of the receptionist's answer, she wasn't in a position to spend much more than that.

If she doesn't get stopped, or the receptionist has nothing else to say, Tasht decided to next go and set herself down at a table and order some food and wine to fil her stomach before bed.

[Lorielle]

"Yes Ma'am, private room." She smiles at you as you extend your hand out and hand her the 20 coppers worth of coins she hands you a key with a wooden tag attach with a large wolf head symbol burned into the tag, leaving yourself with a little over 2 silvers( 200 coppers) on your person, good for travel on the road but you wont be buying anything fancy any time soon. But still you were on the street at least not being harassed by people seeing your Demonborn origins. The people in here seem to be quite jovial, having just got off work and happy to be drinking and eating.

Eventually a woman in a waitress's outfit approaches your table. "What can i get you today, she says the key. "Oh staying the night? Let me get you the house meal. I hope you're not allergic to anything." She gives you a moment list off any allergies before walking back to the counter, getting a large tankard of some kinda alcohol judging from the fizziness of it.

"Here you are sugar, it'll just be a little bit till your stew is ready, can i get you anything else? It'll cost you though," She says with a soft smile setting down the amber drink. A faint smell of honey wafts into your nose. Mead most likely.

[cryosabre]

Tasht gratefully accepting the tankard of mead, nodding at the waitress, appreciating her kind demeanor. "Just the stew will be fine, thank you," she replied, keeping a tight grip on her remaining silver. As much as she would love to splash out a bit more, it was best to keep her meagre reserves of silver, just in case an emergency arose.

The aroma of the mead, sweet with a hint of honey, was indeed comforting as Tasht take a small sip, savoring the taste, letting the warmth of the tavern counteract the cold Tasht had grown accustomed to outside on her travels

As she sat at her table, Tasht couldn't help but idly scan the room, observing the patrons and their joviality and finding a small smile spreading across her lips, but a deep sadness forming a well in her chest at the same time. In her youth, Tasht had spent many days with her parents in the village tavern and had thoroughly enjoyed the general feeling home warmth it brought out in everyone around as the people danced, sang and made merry in their own way.

Still, Tasht eventually leaned back, contemplating her next move. She would leave for her excursion tomorrow and hopefully manage to find a lead on what happened to her village or, if she was really lucky, why it had happened in the first place.

Assuming nothing else happens, Tasht would wait for her stew before finishing it and heading upstairs to bed, trying to get a good night's sleep before the next phase of her journey.

[Lorielle]

(Luck roll: Nat 1 Crit Fail!)

You take a sip of the honey scented brew. Feeling the slight burn of alcohol mixed with the fruity fermentation of honey. It was quite delicious and reminded you of a priest who was an avid brewer in their free time. They occasionally brought small casks of mead they had made on church grounds to share with you little village. While this drink was similar you detect a slight undertone of something.. salty, meaty almost. It added a richness to the drink you'd not experience before from the priest's home brews. Maybe city dwellers add a bit something to it? It sets your mind at ease though, the warmth spreading through you mixing with the heat and humidity of the tavern's interior.

Looking around you see a good number of men and women, people from all walks of life mingling. Adventurers, workers, guards and the like. Nothing especially out of the ordinary. Waitresses go from between tables bringing drinks and food to tables. Eventually the waitress who helped you, a spritely Elven woman with rather lovely assets sets a platter down in front of you. "Heres your stew hun, it should get you nice and filled up for the night" She gives you a wink and steps away, her skirt sashaying with her measured steps.

When you look down at the rather large bowl of steaming broth it does look quite delectable. Carrots, potatoes, beef, there seemed to be some sort of large cut of steak in the middle that was lathered in a thick looking.. meaty.. cream... You cant help but lick your lips and breath in the aroma that seems to tickle your senses and send a shiver running up your spine.

(Wis Save: 15+ on pass nothing happens and you proceed to bed though you dream of being bred by large wolves, on fail: you gobble down you food and beg for seconds from the waitress, on fail of <5: you enter heat and beg the nearest waitress to be bred)

[cryosabre]

The warmth of the mead, enriched with its unique, savoury undertones, provides a comforting contrast to the lively tavern atmosphere and Tasht couldn't help but try in vain to figure out what that rich, salty flavour was, would these crazy city people actually put meat juice in their mead?! the demonborn idly wondered to herself. Either way, it wasn't a problem for long as Tasht quickly began to feel the calming effects of the alcohol as the warmth from the drink mingles with the tavern's humid air, instilling a sense of relaxation inside tasht's breast.

The arrival of the stew, brought by the attentive Elven waitress, marked a new, even more exciting sensory delight for Tasht however. Her friendly demeanour and the enticing sway of her skirt as she walked away only added a further touch of charm to the experience. The stew itself is a feast for the senses: the rich aroma of beef and vegetables, the sight of the hearty ingredients, and the promise of a satisfying meal.

The centrepiece of the stew – a large, steak-like cut of meat bathed in a delicious looking cream – captivated Tasht's attention. Its aroma alone, complex and inviting, caused Tasht to let out a small moan of satisfaction and it took everything she had to not just dive straight into the delectable dish with her bare hands. Instead, spoon in hand, Tasht dove into the stew with the voracious appetite of a starving begger, every bite sending a wave of culinary ecstasy through her body and it was only a matter of a few short minutes before she found herself scraping the bottom of the bowl, trying to get every last morsel possible.

"U-uhm, excuse me!" She called to the beautiful elven waitress, coming across more desperate that was would have liked, "Would you have any more that that stew? It was delicious! I'll pay whatever extra I need to!" she asked the waitress hopefully

[Lorielle]

You stop the waitress that had been frequenting your table and a pleased look comes across her face. She lifts the bowl and tankard off of the table and onto the platter she was carrying with other empty dishes. "Oh of course hun, i'll get you a second bowl dont want you feeling too empty before you head off to bed, we can talk about cost after you finish that one.

She flits back to the counter leaving you alone and squirming a bit in your seat, you body feeling hot and desperate for more of that meat and more of that cream~

A moment later the elven woman returns, this time with a tankard of that mead, but the honey was downed out by that meaty aroma form before, a nice thick white froth on top causes you to lick your lips. Next came down the bowl of stew, but there was no cream... you almost wanted to complain when she lays down a second bowl half the size of the stew bowl filled with they thick cream its scent smacking you in the face. The waitress winks at you.

"Use as much as you like~" She walks away but this time you notice a trail of something sliding down the length of her inner thigh. But you cant ponder it for long, you had your delicious meal to chowdown on~

(Will Save: 16+ On pass: d6 corruption gain Event: Straight from the tap, on fail: 3d6 corruption gain, Event: Working off debt by any means necessary~)

[cryosabre]

As the waitress returns with Tasht's second serving, the anticipation for the meal intensifies and Tasht found herself practically shivering with excitement. The new tankard of mead, now with a stronger meaty aroma and topped with a thick white froth, promises to be an even more intriguing blend than the first, a fact Tasht confirmed as she downed half the tankard in one go, the wonderful taste dancing across her tongue.

The lack of cream in the stew initially gives Tasht a moment of disappointment, but it's quickly replaced by delight as the waitress sets down a separate bowl filled with the thick, aromatic cream. Her suggestion to use as much as she wanted was barely heeded as Tasht found herd sticking her fingers into the cream and licking it off, humming in contentment before pouring the rest of the contents over her stew, seeing no reason not to.

As she walks away, Tasht barely registers the fleeting glimpse of something on the elf's inner thigh as her focus is entirely on this meal as she digs in hungrily to her 2nd helping. With each spoonful of stew enhanced by the cream, and each sip of the savory mead, Tasht felt a growing sense of contentment and satisfaction. But...There was still....something missing. A part of her hunger that just wouldn't seem to subside as she once again raised her hand to the waitress, "Ex...excuse me, miss... You wouldn't happen to have anything...else would you? I'm still so...hungry..." Tasht said, almost breathlessly as the contents of the stew coursed through her body, making her feel somewhat light headed but still ravenous for some more of that delicious cream while a heat was beginning to spread through her body unlike anything she had ever felt before...

[Lorielle]

(Corruption gain 3d6: 7)
Event: Working off Debt

The waitress comes back seeing how you have utterly devoured your meal. You can see the felt flash you a predator smirk as she looks down at you, her chest heaving slightly. Sure hun, let me get you some more food, to fill that belly of yours, but first why dont we get you out of this tavern, you can enjoy your meals in private okay?" Your mind is so fogged over by lust and magical need you cant resist as she tugs on your wrist, taking the "key" you were handed and clipping the wooden tag to your ear.

There was a bit of pain, but didnt notice as you were dragged behind the counter and into the kitchen where various beastkin women were working. Their large fluffy wolf wears and fuzzy tails moving about, but on top of that, their massive knotted cocks bounce and jiggle at full mast.

The waitress rings a bell and all the chefs look up from their work noticing you and the waitress for the first time. "A new milker's just arrived, have fun ladies~ The waitress says before turning to you "Now you can get your fill, if you're a good little toilet, you'll get all you can eat okay~ Fill this bucket up first and if you can do in an hour you'll get more yummy cream on the house. " She hands you a bowl and a bucket

You only had a moment to appreciate the site as the waitress throws open what seems like a wooden pantry with only a hole in each of the four walls of the small pantry, just large enough for you to stand and bend over at the hip. And before long.. the first of that pulsating red meat pushed in through one of the holes in the pantry. The scent was immediately familiar to you by now. Your mouth watered...


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Stats
HP: 12/12
Mana 11/11
LP: 9/9
Corruption: 7/100

STR: 2
CHA: -2
WIS: -1
INT: 1
CON: 2
DEX: 4

Skills:
Skilled hunter: having learned the way of the hunter, Tasht is adept at tracking and stalking her prey. +1 to tracking and stealth rolls.

Skilled hands: working as a woodworker for so many years has afforded Tasht a superior level of hand eye coordination. +1 to slight of hand rolls.

Magic Schools

Major: Demonic
Minor: Enchantment

Spells:
(D) Sharpen Claws (1 Mana): Transform your hands into deadly weapons, extending and sharpening your nails into nigh unbreakable claws equivalent to steel for the duration of the scene/surrender or knocked unconscious.
(D) Summon Will-o-Wisp (4 Mana/1 mana per day upkeep): While not necessarily a demon, seen as the first step towards bending the will of demons, you leash a wayward evil spirit to act as a simple familliar, it has the intelligence of a smart cat, but if you inject it with mana or allow it to feed on the mana of others it can regain some of its intelligence and further enhance its own abilities. The Wisp's abilities are determined by the spirit you leashed.
(E) Mystic Shield (2 Mana): Allows you to strengthen your armour with magic, increasing your defence slightly and reducing damage while wearing armour.

Traits: None

[cryosabre]

As Tasht finished the last spoonful of her delicious stew, she looked up towards the waitress just as she arrived at the table. "Ex...excuse me...do you...you have any more...stew?.." she enquired lazily, her eyes half-lidded with a faint smile on her face as the magic got to work in all but melting her brain. It had made her so pliable, in fact, that when the waitress gently tugged her wrist, Tasht happily followed along, barely even noticing the pinch of the tag piercing her ear, marking her as little more than cattle. Even if she had noticed, Tasht didn't really think she would have cared.

It was right as Tasht was led into the kitchen full of beast women and thick, throbbing cocks, that Tasht's mind had tried to reason that none of this was real, she must be upstairs in bed already sleeping have a very very weird dream. Which was a good thing! She could do whatever she wanted in a dream, and right now she wanted to be entirely filled by all those bouncing, knotted dicks.

She barely needed any encouragement as Tasht, in her dreamlike state, eagerly entered the fuck den and set the bucket on the floor, under the hole directly in front of her, right as her first delicious meal arrived through the hole.

Bending forward, her ass pressing against the hole behind her, Tasht took a good, long smell of the swollen red member in front of her, her mouth already watering as the overpowering musk matched perfectly to that of the delicious cream in the stew.

Too excited to wait, Tasht readily brought a hand up to grip the base of the shaft, tenderly running her fingers over the hard knot as she opened her mouth wide and gently engulfing the head of the cock with her warm orifice as a tremendous shiver went down Tasht's spine as she got her first taste of the warm cream, straight form the source. Determined to get as much as she could, the demonborn quickly got into a rhythm of bobbing her head along the shaft, her languid tongue running across every inch of the throbbing red cock as she tried to push it deeper and deeper into her throat, gagging slightly each time she took it the wrong way. She didn't care though as every time the tight confines of her throat squeezed the turgid rod, she got another little spurt of cream, each one making her eyes rolls further into the back of her head.