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Post by kynigoskerata on May 7, 2021 15:51:50 GMT -5
Elena scrounged through her pack, scrunching up her nose as she found little in the way of her stash left, bare crumbs and particles that wouldn't help a mouse. The feeling left her aggravated and annoyed. Her supply of mushrooms was nonexistent and she had no choice but to continue without her usual mental supplements. Not that she disliked the folks around her. They seemed a good and hardy people, and even better, they believed her when she spoke of the tentacles and monsters that drew themselves out of the holes in the walls and caverns surrounding them. Most dwarves just looked at her pityingly, sparing her but a glance before moving on.
Elena felt safe with these near strangers, as weird as it was. Her hammer arm wss strong after so many years toiling in her 'gardens' and her shield arm held fast against the monsters and beasts the group constantly faced... well, at least for most of her companions. She felt, not at ease, with two of them. The human called James, and the one called Kynigos were strange even by her own warped visions of right and wrong, and she sought out a reason for their strange behavior.
The giant frog in front of her seemed as good as any for their chaotic behavior.
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Kynigos' fingers itched to reach for the scale of the viper that he had bought only a few days ago. He held a deep affinity for the snakes and snake-like behavior. Perhaps it was a bit wrong, but he knew that coming to every problem as thoigh he was the cold blooded lizard had let him live as long as he had, his casual cruelty both a sword and shield to the world around him.
That made the slimy toad in front of him all the more despicable. A fetid creature, playing at coldness, but only able to create a facsimile. Kynigos would be happy to strike the creature out of existance for its crime of... existing. As it was, he was only mostly willing to let the cleric commune with his god, if only so he did not have to look at it any more than necessary.
They were tasked with stopping the arrival of the tentacled beast and as a protector of his own neck and coin, letting such a beast free to fight and slaughter seemed in the least undesirable. He could also run, but his own past had taught him to fight now, lest the battle be chosen on unfavorable grounds.
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Post by Aileen on May 17, 2021 22:51:57 GMT -5
What horrors I have seen since leaving my home in the forest, and what wonders. I have seen bodies erupt into seeds, terrible animal people, and even a Chaos Lord. And I have also seen my friends grow spider legs, been given the ability to climb walls from another, seen my cleric friend Marion turn masses of terrible creatures away and also heal. And I have gained a patron!
She is a jealous being, completely obsessed with me from the moment we first spoke. The Carnifex she is known as, and she is my mistress. I am hers, and only hers.
We came to the rift where we were to put a stop to the tentacled horror terrorizing the land, and immediately found river cultists who turned to octomasses when killed. I called upon The Carnifex, and she sent a murder of crows to fight our enemies. With it she left a gift- a black, slinky dress. The men of the party all laugh and make comments, but they don’t understand this the price for my power.
We entered the place and almost immediately came across more of the cultists. And so we made our way through, spider climbing to different levels when we could, wandering corridors, killing tentacle people, facing horrible tentacle monsters, the usual. Some rooms had mazes on the floors, and I activated the lines on the floor of one room. One second I was in the room with my party, and the next I stood before a throne and a dark haired, beautiful, intense woman… no, more than a woman- a goddess, sat upon it.
“Sorscha, my love. Come to me! I am your mistress, the Carnifex!”
I could not resist her. I didn’t want to. She took me and showed me many things I could never even dream of. I was by her side at all times, expected to service her every whim. I could not complain, it was just as good for me. For a year I stayed with my patron, pushed to exhaustion and levels of pleasure no mortal could ever imagine- and then one day she grew bored, slapping me on the arse and telling me to get back to work. I suddenly appeared among my friends, and to my utter confusion nothing had changed. I quickly fixed my clothing, having not even gotten my shirt back on when she kicked me out. The boys were very happy to see me.
“Where did you go?” Asked the wizard Dicky Dickerson.
“I was with my patron. How long was I gone?”
“Seconds.” He replied.
“I was with her for a year!” I gasp. “I’m so exhausted!”
“Why are you covered in bruises? Is that a bite mark?” Asked Bob.
“No more questions!”
We proceeded on, me barely able to walk. I found a series of secret doors, leading into rooms filled with cultists who we killed and took robes from. We freed some slaves and rode a tentacle, and eventually came to another room with strange lines. I spellburned again, and expected to be sent back to her again or something. Instead I was overcome with nausea, vomiting everywhere.
“Are you alright?” Marion checked me over, pouring healing into me.
“I feel funny…” I reached down to my stomach, which suddenly felt stretched and strange. “Oh no, I’m fat!”
“No, Sorscha… you’re pregnant!” The cleric gasped.
“What?! My patron is a woman!!! How can I be?!”
“Magic!” Dicky Dickerson laughed. “Congratulations!”
Still shocked from my new condition, we proceeded on. I found myself hanging back from my usual charges into battle, knowing I am now carrying my patron’s child. Things are moving so fast, and I am terrified to be a mother. But, there are other matters to worry about- there is still a horrible tentacle beast to kill! We came to a cavern with some huts, and inside found a bunch of slaves whom we freed. Also, a lot of treasure! I am sure it’s going to be expensive having another mouth to feed, so I’m glad to get my hands on some gold. We found more cultists at the edge of a chasm, about to sacrifice a woman. Luckily we stopped them, killing many robed cultists and ape like people of the pit. The tentacle monster started pulling the walls down around us, and somehow we made it out alive, along with the captured villagers. We lead them all out of this horrible place, with the hope that this tentacle beast is gone forever. No more virgins will be sacrificed, and no more people will go missing.
We are back in town now, and I sit in the tavern with a glass of water wishing I were drinking ale and wine like my companions. They celebrate our success and surviving a wild adventure, drinking and telling tales of our exploits to all who will listen. And yet I cannot partake- i have a new life inside me and it’s my job to keep it safe. No more drinking, I’ve been told, to my utter disappointment. The others find my predicament hilarious, and I’m sure if I didn’t feel so sick and uncomfortable I would too. Will my baby be an elf like me, or something else? It’s scary not knowing what is going on, but I am sure the Carnifex knows what she’s doing. Will I get to keep our child, and raise it? Or will she take the baby? I have so many questions and so many fears, but that’s normal for a new mother as I’ve been told by my friends. What do they know? They’ve never been with a demi-god!
I’ve gotten more from this adventure than I bargained for, but I think it’s all worth it for the great power that I now possess. I don’t know how I’m going to explain things to my family back home in the forest- I’m still young for an elf and unmarried. Things could be awkward when they find out. But, I am going to be a great mother, and a great adventurer! I may be pregnant with a godling, but that’s not going to stop me from whatever adventure comes next.
🌸 Sorscha
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Post by Aileen on May 28, 2021 22:44:14 GMT -5
Sorscha…
This is awful. I don’t know why I agreed to go into the frigid wilderness to a godsdamned glacier. Ah, yes, I am powerful in the ways of magic and keen with a blade. But, I’m also a mother-to-be and absolutely miserable. The others can sip brandy to keep warm, I get crappy tea. It’s fine. It’s all dandy. I owe Marion for her healing, the only thing keeping me going in the rough mornings when I’m sick as a dog. How do women do this?! I owe my mother many apologies for being such a bad child. Maybe if I didn’t have mommy issues I wouldn’t have gotten involved with a jealous mistress of a goddess?
Meh, I regret nothing. Everything has a price, and I just need to be careful not to do any more crazy magic and have to cut off a finger, or gods forbid give birth here on this glacier. Keep to the straight and narrow, Sorscha! Use magic sparingly, and do it well. I’ve got several people and my unborn child relying on me.
As much as this trip has been terrible, this place is sort of amazing. Strange magic, strange art… it’s all very interesting. We almost lost our dwarf, which would have been too bad, but the frog cleric… I’m not sure anyone would have been too sad to see him go. There I go with the hormonal rage, again. Be nice, Sorscha.
🌸 Sorscha —-
Marion…
New adventure finds our merry band while we are drinking in the tavern one day. Well, most of us are drinking, while poor Sorscha is our sober babysitter. A few barbarian looking guys walk in looking for adventurers to help them. Of course we volunteer.
The barbarians spoke of a glacier that they are unable to climb, due to superstition or something, where there might be monsters inside. Part of it broke off and revealed big holes in the ice which we are to go explore. Sounds like fun!
Of course, being cold is not fun. Walking across snow and ice for days, not fun. It’s even worse for Sorscha, sick every morning thanks to the magical godling baby she’s carrying. I thank Ilvadir every day for not cursing me with such a burden. I take care of the elf, worried that any day I might have to deliver the magic baby. Hopefully not any time soon.
We finally arrive to the glacier, and run into the difficult task of first getting over the big shelf of fallen ice. Dicky Dickerson easily gets over it with his creepy spider climbing, but the rest of us have to climb. When several party members slip and fall I deem it too dangerous for us to climb without aid. So, Dicky gets a rope down to us and we start climbing. We send preggo up first, and I wait for the others to get up lest someone fall. Ike, unfortunately, falls a few times and it’s all I can do to keep him alive. After scaling that part we then have to do the same thing for getting into one of the cave holes. Luckily we make it in.
Immediately we are attacked by strange centipede like creatures with bone heads, but they’re quickly polished off. After that we just explore, finding the tunnel circles around before we decide to go down a ladder into the floor. We find ourselves in a room full of strange metal panels, blinking lights that seem to come out of gems, weird unknown buttons, and a cylindrical tube in the middle of the room. At some point we get it open after many buttons are pressed, and go inside. To our utmost amazement, it makes us float upward! We end up in a room full of plants!
The strangeness of this place just continues on wherever we go, finding rooms full of frost and snow and water, more of the strange cylinders, and even a wonderful room full of art. There’s a skeleton of some odd lizard like beast, a painting of a weird cylinder with unknown writing on it, and a painting of a lady who seems to be smirking about something.
We head down another tube that doesn’t appear to be working, using ropes to do so, and go into a room where Alaina is standing on a platform and messing around with more buttons. She is enveloped in blue light, and then disappears. James Clonestar follows and also disappears. Not very smart of them. We all stand around waiting, but we’re not quite sure if they’re coming back.
“Well, Sorscha disappeared that one time,” Dicky says. “It was only for a second.”
“Yeah, and look what that got me,” she grumbles, rubbing her belly. “But for me it was a year.”
“Maybe they’re somewhere where time is funny?” Suggests Ike.
“Maybe they’re having sex with gods- wait a minute!” Sorscha narrows her eyes. “That bit-“
Suddenly James Clonestar reappears, blabbering on about his frog god. Blubberygoop or whatever his name is.
“I have been sent back by my god!”
“Where’s Alaina?” I ask.
“She is where I was! It was a jungle, far, far away! She refused to follow my god, the frog-“
“You left her?!” Ike snaps.
I fall to my knees, hands clasped to my holy symbol. I focus everything on reaching my god.
’Please, my lord Ilvadir… Alaina is dear to me. She is the purveyor of mushrooms, lover of nature and all that you provide. Save her, and I will be in your debt!’
When I open my eyes, Alaina the dwarf steps off the platform, eyes wide in shock. I jump to my feet.
“I heard your god, Ilvadir!” She says. “I am now his servant!”
“Welcome to the team, my sister!”
I embrace my much shorter friend, my first follower of the faith! I’ve been training my whole life for this, as a holy warrior of the church, and now… now we can spread the good word together!
“Hey Marion… Ilvadir says he approves of the mushrooms!”
“Indeed he does. Let us consume them, and we shall become closer to our god!”
“Now is not the time to get high, ladies,” says James. “We’ve got more exploring to do- in the name of Bobugbubilz!”
“Shut up!” We all yell.
🍃Marion
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