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Akko, Akatmosoko, like all her kind, has a measure of psychic ability. She will simply use most of these powers without prompting, instinctively, when appropriate. Her spells are another matter.
>She is a high ranking Gish, and may give orders to low ranking Knights; mid-ranked Warriors; high ranking Spellcasters, Skulkers, and Murderers; and any Gish lower ranked than herself.
>True Silver Sword: Siobhan
Siobhan offers her opinions and advice on matters when a vote is called for, drawing on Akko's potent intellect and voicing subconscious thoughts for her to consider.
>Current Spell Selection
Warrior's Mix: Combat+Defense+very few Utility

>Current Cadre:
Yzia:, Yzidriava: Ancient Mythic Solar Dragon, lover and companion. She may carry Akko and nine others, being gargantuan.
Yashi: High-ranked Illusionist (Your Spellcaster); Class: Illusionist Wizard, Bound by Oath.
>notSilver Sword: Fehr Vaed
Tzanzi: High-ranked Murderer (First in Command); Class: Pureblade Slayer, Bound by Oath and Friendship.
Auena: Mid-ranked Gish (Yzia's new quarry); Class: Psychic Warrior, Bound by Oath.
Schechei:: Mid-ranked Gish (once mated to Falna, now bearing a curse); Class: Magus, Bound by Oath
>Silver Sword: Tiagothe
Kteine: Mid-ranked Gish (adoptive daughter and acolyte); Class: Psychic Warrior, bound by Oath
>Silver Sword: Achris

>Akko's Current Supreme Leader
Dunzamn, a Lord Knight with a True Silver Sword (Voorsi), leader of the Raid upon the Elven and Human Kingdoms of Iridaiya and Boggsteading, respectively.
>His dragon companion Jacinth, whose true name is an unknown, and is an ancient creature.

Character Sheet always In Progress: https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1009380

Spell Book: http://pastebin.com/WjH8UfyY

>>2269429
>[] Press for the knowledge of how she intended to overcome the crippling of a hand.
>[] Teleport into the cell and personally strip and search her.

>>2269429
>[] Press for the knowledge of how she intended to overcome the crippling of a hand.
>[] Teleport into the cell and personally strip and search her.
But only if she fails to talk normally, I guess?

>>2269431
>once mated to Falna, now bearing a curse
You mean we didn't quite break it after all?

>>2269441
>>2269443
Seconded

>But only if she fails to talk normally, I guess?
I vote for a leisurely strip and question session. I'm sure we can make the process creative, effective and entertaining.

>>2269443
Ah, I need to update. Sorry, still a bit woozy.

>>2269429
Raiding time!
>[x] Press for the knowledge of how she intended to overcome the crippling of a hand.
>[x] Ask her what more she will offer aside from said slave or her fingers.
Ego Whipping sounds effective, but not as much fun!

>>2269431
>[x] Press for the knowledge of how she intended to overcome the crippling of a hand.
>[x] Teleport into the cell and personally strip and search her.
>[x] Ask her what more she will offer aside from said slave or her fingers.

>>2269429

>Examine her magical items and ask her why she didn't offer some of them rather than her own flesh and blood. Literaly.

>Tease-question her about her liking non-elf partners. She has an half-human kid, after all.

>>2269429
>[] Ask her what more she will offer aside from said slave or her fingers.
>[] Teleport into the cell and personally strip and search her.

>>2269446
That's not a problem, I just wanted to be sure. Did your follow-up with the dentist show that things were about as they should be?

>>2269474
They did, thank you. All is going well. The bruising is starting to fade. Still looks like someone strangled me.

>>2269429
>[X] Teleport into the cell and personally strip and search her.

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[XX] Press for the knowledge of how she intended to overcome the crippling of a hand.
[X] Teleport into the cell and personally strip and search her – if she's uncooperative.
[x] Ask her what more she will offer aside from said slave or her fingers.
[X] Write in? Now, why would you keep those magics so secret instead of offering flesh and blood, pretty xenophile?

You lean against the Wall of Force that keeps her confined to the cell. The hand-span of gap between the cell and the Wall of Force keeps the air circulating and enabled conversation while confining the captives, but it also allows for teleportation to work. Obviously she lacks that capability, or she would no longer be here. You suspect Yashi of having determined what magical accouterments she does have, and you could do the same.

Still, it might be worth while to see what can be learned by mundane means. Siobhan's suggestion not withstanding, she's been relatively cooperative. The drugs make her at least pliant to an extent. You know her native tongue, but you see no reason to raise your voice as of yet. Come now, pretty, you surely do not believe I am above casually maiming you just to see how you manage the trick. We are monsters and murderers, destroyers and despoilers. Have you so much faith in my word that you can trust that I will not harm you to learn more about you?

Her dark, deep eyes open and her ears rise a bit. “I know that you will bargain in good faith at least. If you did not, there would be none who trusted you to return the ransoms or leave in peace when you have finished your tasks.” Interesting. “I have treated with your kind before. You will not harm me unless you derive some satisfaction from it....otherwise you would have killed me and taken my body in hopes to find the treasures I promised.”

I can still do so, you murmur into her mind. Movement off to the side draws your attention as Schechei and a throughly bedraggled and irritated Cyrillian step out of the tunnel that Schechei created and has now sealed. Schechei halts your slave and uses a Cantrip to cleanse her and dry her, choosing to slide her hand over and against your slave's shift and skin, caressing her despite the fact she needn't do so. You watch with some amusement as Cyrillian reacts to the slow, firm caresses with some confusion. You rarely used her for sexual purposes, and the intimacy is clearly distressing her a little. Not entirely in a bad way, from her stiffened nipples and twitching ears.

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The skulker looks troubled at that; she knows you are capable of magic, and there are spells that will facilitate such a thing; Yzia, as a matter of fact, knows such a spell. The knowledge troubles your captive and her ears droop deeply, prompting you to look at her. She glances up at you and then pulls a necklace from under her armor, a smooth, decorative spiral of silver. She manipulates it carefully and the necklace spins open, the spiral unwinding into a ribbon of silver and lead. What falls into her hand is a faintly luminous spindle of crystal, a twisted square prism taped at both ends that could be white quartz or a form of jade.

An Ioun stone, one which mends flesh and bone and can restore lost or damaged flesh over time.

Are you so terrified that you will enjoy me laying hands upon you if I had deigned to search you entirely, pretty? you tease, impressed by her clever hiding of the thing. The lead lining would prevent detection spells from sensing the potent power of the stone. The lesser enchantment of the....well, locket is as good a term as any. The locket's enchantment would be inconsequential and obvious, a mere shapechanging charm on a necklace. The weight of the stone within would preclude it feeling lighter than it should be. I can see why you would hide such a treasure from me, but why did you not offer other magical treasure in place of the fingers....ah, because you could restore those. It is not merely healing, but truly regeneration of the flesh, I take it.

Her angry flush darkens her cheeks and ears, and she lifts the stone, allowing it to orbit her head, the stone slowly spinning counter to the orbit it moves in. The bruises left from throttling her unconscious start to fade at once. “What magics I carry I need to survive in the world I live in. The treasures I offered were those I could live without.”

Even a son by a human father? Very cold, pretty. Admirable. that just angers and shames her more, despite the compliment you mean it as. You watch Schechei speaking to your slave and gently playing with her breasts from behind, as she nibbles on an ear and makes the half-elven monstrosity's legs buckle. Yzia steps out of the tent – taking not of Schechei's gentle molesting of your slave – and starts towards you. Seems that Yashi is finished. You should consider what more you may offer – aside from your childer and the flesh – very quickly. I may not return for some time. Unless, of course, you actually desire my hands on your body, stripping and searching you for the treasures you may carry upon your person. You glance at her sidelong. A task I would enjoy much.

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The elven skulker closes her eyes and digs her nails into the leather leggings she wears. “Two weapon weight in cut emeralds, and five hand-weights in colored and raw diamonds.” That is barely enough for Yzia to cast another Lesser Wish....cut, they would exceed the value of a Wish.

[] She's definitely hiding something of great value – a strip-search is now necessary.
[] Accept the offer; it's undoubtedly all the mineral wealth she possesses.
[] Ask her if she is a gem-cutter herself. Service will buy her freedom as well after all.
[] Tell her you will consider it and meet Yzia halfway, let her stew.
[] Ask Yzia's opinion of the offer – with an admonishment to keep her appetite out of it.
[] Write in?
Siobhan is curious about this elf's resources....

>>2269491
>[x] Ask her if she is a gem-cutter herself. Service will buy her freedom as well after all.
>[x] Ask Yzia's opinion of the offer – with an admonishment to keep her appetite out of it.
She should be honored to cut gems for us! Akko's more skilled in pearl-polishing I hear.

>>2269491
>[] Ask her if she is a gem-cutter herself. Service will buy her freedom as well after all.
>[] Ask Yzia's opinion of the offer – with an admonishment to keep her appetite out of it.

>>2269491

>She's definitively hidding something of great value -a strip-search is now necessary

>Make it enjoyable for her, though

>Ask if she had such treasure to be used in a Resurrection spell.

>>2269491
>[] She's definitely hiding something of great value – a strip-search is now necessary.
>[] Ask her if she is a gem-cutter herself. Service will buy her freedom as well after all.
Akko is insatiable

>>2269491
>[] Ask her if she is a gem-cutter herself. Service will buy her freedom as well after all.
>[] Ask Yzia's opinion of the offer – with an admonishment to keep her appetite out of it.

>>2269503

Nah, Akko isn't insatiable. It's just this elf is hidding something, and something big, plus Akko would enjoy searching her.

Akko probably wouldn't have molested her if she'd been upfront when warned not being upfront will get her molested.

>>2269491
>[X] Tell her you will consider it and meet Yzia halfway, let her stew.
>[X] Ask Yzia's opinion of the offer – with an admonishment to keep her appetite out of it.

"Yzia, a sexy elf is offering me lots of jewels."

"...are you trying to arouse me, Akko?"

>>2269517
Teasing Yzia is Akko's right as cadre leader, so it's okay!

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[XXX] Ask her if she is a gem-cutter herself. Service will buy her freedom as well after all.
[XX] Ask Yzia's opinion of the offer – with an admonishment to keep her appetite out of it.
[X] She's definitely hiding something of great value – a strip-search is now necessary.
[X] Write in? Resurrection? Raising of the dead? Or a Wish, perhaps?

Pushing yourself away from the wall you look at her with an arch smile and she blinks at you, confusion making her look less catlike and more kitten-like. You step towards her and the soft rush of displaced air as you use your ankle cuffs to Teleport into the cell behind her startles her. Not nearly as badly as your hands gripping the fastenings of her armor from behind does, though.

She stiffens as you yank her to her feet with the ease of lifting a kitten from the couch, then thrusts her hands forward as you shove her towards the wall. You kick – lightly kick! – her legs apart, trapping her in an awkward and difficult to escape position, leaned too far forward to push herself up with her legs spread so wide. She cannot bend her knees and go down on them to escape the bent over position either. Not even an elf is that limber. Your species can be, but it would still hurt; their cartilaginous skeletons are more flexible than bone.

Now you murmur the words to a simple cantrip. The Prestidigitation allows you to unbuckle her armor with mere caresses while your Arcane Sight, now that it is no longer blocked by the Wall of Force allows you to see the varied magical auras she possesses. If you are a good little kitten, I will not do anything untoward to you. Unless you wish me to.

She temples, the drugs half of that, and the other half fear. Yzia smiles as she steps up to the cell, running a hand through a fall of glittering ruby hair. Her bronze skin and gleaming rainbow eyes suggest she's an aasimar once again; naked, there is a burst of that glittering ruby hair between her legs and her nipples are the same dark bronze as her soft, full lips. She smiles and looks down at the angry, frightened elf. Yashi says she's done with her task, and awaits your pleasure. Should I tell her you're involved with your pleasure?

No need, you murmur, looking up at the wavering heat-shimmer of a Scrying sensor. You strip the elf's armor from her and she shudders as you slide your hands along her trousers. A thought to Siobhan, and she crafts a slender knife of crystalline ectoplasm for you. Tell me....two weapon-weight of cut emeralds and five hand-weights of uncut diamonds. Does that sound like a fair trade for the pretty thing's life?

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Yzia is watching the orbit of the pearlescent Ioun stone about the elf's head, and then is much more distracted by the sight of you slicing the woman's clothing from her body. You don't worry too much about not cutting her fair skin, and she makes several tiny, pained noises as you nick her. The wounds heal almost instantly due to her useful little toy. That is an impressive amount of wealth indeed, my beloved. I would say yes....but that pretty little stone she sports might be of some interest....

“Tell me kitten,” you murmur as you lean over and slide the knife up her belly, sliding the padding that she had worn under her armor free, and making her whine softly in fear as you near her slender, vulnerable neck. “So many raw diamonds....where did you get them? Were they for raising yourself from the dead, or did you have another intent for them.” You take greater care cutting the collar of her padding from her and you slide the destroyed under-armor from her lean, fit body. The knife remains close to her throat, and you get the impression she is seriously regretting having revealed the stone's use to you.

After all, it's not as though you can kill her without a lot of effort on your part now.

“The witch-goddess of the Southern Vales,” she whispers breathlessly, trembling below you as you run the knife to her waist, slicing her loincloth from her and leaving her bare from her still-booted calves to her slender neck. The other tools of magic she sports are basic: a ring enchanted to turn weapons, such as your own torc; another ring to provide comfort against inclement weather and environment; the unusual puzzle-box necklace, of course; a belt which enhances her physique and vitality; her boots allowing for unnatural capacity for running and jumping; a pouch which contains more than it appears, of course. You can go through that later, you're sure. “She mines the stones from the mountains, and trades them to others for things she desires. She is a creature of great skills and power, feared by even the most high.”

Yzia is watching you torment the elf with bright, wide eyes. She's most definitely enjoying this, as much as the elf is not. The dragon-aasimar crouches so she can look into the femme's face as you trace lines along the elf's delicate throat, making her whimper in terror.

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You pull the knife from her throat and rest one hand on her bare bottom, squeezing the firm muscle there gently, as you run the tip of the knife down her muscular back. She shudders violently, and gives herself a series of tiny cuts, since you don't cease the movement just because she quivers. “They were for my own return to life or healing from great curses!” she exclaims, and you run your fingertip through the beads of blood on her unmarred skin. The stone heals such tiny wounds almost instantly. It's tempting to see how a major wound is healed, but she is being a good kitten.

“What lies in the pouch, kitten?” You run the knife lower down her back, altogether other buttock, lightly tracing and obscene sigil along that tight, firm bottom.

She jerks away as best she can, and you smile, and run your thumb along the edge of her crease, teasing suggestively at the possibility of her being molested. Her tight rosette tenses, much to your amusement, and her rushed words are barely understandable, even with your understanding of the tongue. “Scrolls of minor magics – protections, healing, defenses, divinations! My working tools to break into places! Magic wands, defenses and minor attacks, to deal with issues my blades cannot....the diamonds and emeralds are there, hidden in a side section, accessed only by my hand! Gold, and silver, and brass coins, small amounts!”

You turn the knife in your hand and run the rounded back end of it along her bare slit, not penetrating her but threatening to. She jerks at the sensation and lowers her head. Her breath hitches softly and her body tenses. “No preference for females or being mastered, then. Pity.”” She reeks of fear, and little more.

[] Pull her up and make her get the promised gems for you under duress.
[] It's not rape if it's an elf – or any other species that isn't yours, for that matter.
[] She's been a good kitten, you can let her get the gems at her leisure.
[] See just how effective that Ioun stone is....she'll heal.
[] Ask Yzia if she would like to taste some elf – Tzanzi was asking about it earlier....
[] Write in?
Siobhan is all excited and eager now....she wants you to do something to that elf!

>>2269534
>[] She's been a good kitten, you can let her get the gems at her leisure.
Eh, we already got her terrified and a bit ashamed, and anything else we do will just get more of the same, so lets move on to the next part of our itinerary.

>>2269534
>[x] Ask Yzia if she would like to taste some elf – Tzanzi was asking about it earlier....
Just for teasing. Is it still teasing if they're terrified?
>[x] She's been a good kitten, you can let her get the gems at her leisure.

>>2269534
>[] She's been a good kitten, you can let her get the gems at her leisure.

>Tell her that if she has information on the region around where the raid is attacking, in particular the elf and human realms' capitals, that could be useful, you will consider it being worth quite a few gems. But right now you'll leave her to think about it. Hopefully, she'll reveal something interesting about the human realm as a way to avoid selling out the elves more, but there is no need telling her that...

>>2269536
Yeah.

We still haven't checked on our half-orc, either. And we have a warrior to recruit.

>>2269534
>[] Pull her up and make her get the promised gems for you under duress.
>[] It's not rape if it's an elf – or any other species that isn't yours, for that matter.

>>2269539
I guess prodding her for intel isn't a bad idea, though I'd imagine anything human-related she'd have coughed up eagerly even before we started stripping her.

>>2269534
>[X] Ask Yzia if she would like to taste some elf – Tzanzi was asking about it earlier...

>>2269534
>[] It's not rape if it's an elf – or any other species that isn't yours, for that matter.
>[] Ask Yzia if she would like to taste some elf – Tzanzi was asking about it earlier....

We really have better things to do than fucking with her

>>2269559
Somehow I think XS will always give us time for this kind of fun, even if I only want to scare her a bit myself.

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>>2269559
>We really have better things to do than fucking

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[X] She's been a good kitten, you can let her get the gems at her leisure.
[X] Ask Yzia if she would like to taste some elf – Tzanzi was asking about it earlier....
[X] It's not rape if it's an elf – or any other species that isn't yours, for that matter.
[X] Write in? Why don't you recall something nice about the human realms for me....you seem to like humans, after all.

You slide the knife from her derrière up her back to the back of her slender neck....you gather her hair in one exposing all of her slim neck. The knife traces a slow, delicate line along that bared skin, and she breathes hard and fast, hyperventilating. “You've been a very good little kitten. I will let you gather your wits, and the promised gems. If you happen to recall anything of the human realm – which I believe that you have taken a bit of pleasure in – you might mention it to me, before I release you to the wild.” Running your thumb up and down the length of her bare feminine slit, you feel no moisture or wetness, though that will change if you continue – the natural response of a body doesn't change much from species to species.

She whimpers softly, as you trace the sigil for 'toy' on the back of her neck....and then slice through the thick hair in your hand, one hard slice that cuts through the entire batch, leaving her with a pixie-cut. The hot, acrid scent of her fear become tainted with another hot, more saline scent as she collapses against the wall and starts to sob despite the painful awkwardness of the position. Yzia smiles up at you, and you glance down at the shimmering pool forming beneath her knees.

I was going to offer you a taste of her, given Tzanzi's interest in the flavor, but I think she's tainted the portion I would have recommended for tasting, you murmur to your draconic lover and friend alone. Perhaps another time, or a firmer place.

I wasn't aware you could scare an elf to that point, Akko. I've never seen it done. Her amusement at the elf's shame and terror is grand as you bundle up the length of hair you cut from her. More than enough to perform Scrying spells upon, to say nothing of a badge or even a pretty braid. That thought makes you think of Yustuoc and you smile suddenly, thinking she might enjoy a gift. The Cantrip allows you to make a braid of about two thirds of the shimmering locks, leaving your more than enough for the other spell, and you Teleport behind Yzia.

>>2269575

We have other people to fuck

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She starts to rise but you grab the back of her neck and push her forward, kicking her legs apart – using much more strength to do so than you had with the elf. The dragon obliges you, a soft gasp erupting from those full lips as you bend her over and spread her legs as you had the elf, who is still sobbing, leaning against the transparent field that keeps her prisoner. This is a very....vulnerable position, she admits, not without a great deal of heat and desire.

You run the crystal knife along her dark skin and she arches into it, fearlessly. Gripping her soft, rounded derrière you prise her crease wide, exposing her delicate places for your view. You lean over her slightly, and draw a line down from her neck to her back, to her derrière...and you flip the knife over in hand before you press the rounded end into her soft, wet heat. She moans loudly, and the elf opens her eyes, and while she doesn't look at you directly, the sight causes her to shut them tight and begin shaking violently, curling into a fetal ball. Cowardly little kitten, you muse with great amusement and disdain even as you slip the knife free of your dragon and pull her up into a kiss.

Breaking the over-involved kiss, she finally informs you that she is going to see how your slave did in washing her new princess, and the lust and heat of those thoughts is thrilling in a new and strange way. The pretty elf-childer is almost intoxicating to Yzia. I wonder if human princess is more intoxicating....a concentrate, perhaps, or distillation as opposed to a similar....taste.

Yzia melts into your embrace. I promise you will be the second to know.... she sing-songs in you mind. You teasing minx.

“I have no idea what you just called me,” you tell her, as you trace her pierced nipple with loving fingers before turning away and heading to the forge area you ordered your slave to set up. Yashi, what have you learned, my sweet voyeur? Did you enjoy your show? you ask her as you pass the tent.

Talvek is something of a cruel overlord, Akko. He enjoys his power over his cadre to an extent that makes it clear that you are a priceless treasure of a leader. Lywedra has been abused a number of times as I observed, petty, minor things meant to humiliate and cause pain, but nothing so painful or humiliating that she would attempt to slay him. His cruelties are wicked: I have seen him sicken with a touch, and reduce another to a barely breathing staggering wreck....but I have observed him threatening to do worse. I believe he can Curse with a touch.

Your mouth twitches, half baring a spur.

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the only two who do not receive such annoying attentions are his dragon rider and the dragon he is companion to. Male and female alike are otherwise his targets, and he is wroth of late. I believe their raid went poorly. Her wry amusement is clear and she sends a variety of images, which would be titillating if they weren't the result of pettiness and simple revenge for his own inadequacies. Though Yashi's emotions indicate those things, you can see for yourself in the mental imagery he's a pathetic sort of creature, knight or no. And I enjoyed your showing very much. Your pretty toy was not overly fond of your affections, though Yzia seemed desperate for more.

If you focus upon the cell she is inside, you will be treated to quite the sight, you suggest, eliciting a pleased series of thoughts and images from the wicked little voyeur. If Tzanzi joins her, it would be a sight worth seeing.... you add as an additional teasing hint. Yashi did do well for you, and she deserves a reward.

I shall have to mention the opportunity to her, the lust filled thoughts waft over you.

You smile and pass by other slaves and the supply pallets, before you see the small forge area Yustuoc has prepared for you. The orc-blooded woman herself, washing her hair and upper body in a large half-barrel to cool down, is stripped from the waist up, and you can't help but enjoy the sight of the scars you've given her over the course of her decades with you. She looks troubled as she lowers her arms, thoughtful even. The muscular slave looks over at the glowing coals of the lit kiln and then rises, adding two more heavy logs to the fire pit bare handed. Her leather breeches are soaked in water, undoubtedly helping to keep her cool.

[] Just wander through, see how ready the place is for you, before accosting her with work.
[] Pin her to the anvil and keep her there a moment, as you decide what you will be doing with her exactly.
[] Give her the gift you brought for her, and ask her what she feels about this new place.
[] Call out to her and see what her reactions are as you approach; she might be especially tractable at the moment.
[] Just observe for a moment, see what she is doing exactly; it seems to be a little more than merely preparing the forge.
[] Write in?
Siobhan thinks your working yourself up into a frenzy for a reason, and she's curious if you're going to tease some more or do something more than that this time....

>>2269580
>[] Call out to her and see what her reactions are as you approach; she might be especially tractable at the moment.
>[] Pin her to the anvil and keep her there a moment, as you decide what you will be doing with her exactly.
>[] Give her the gift you brought for her, and ask her what she feels about this new place.

>>2269580
>[x] Just observe for a moment, see what she is doing exactly; it seems to be a little more than merely preparing the forge
>[x] Just wander through, see how ready the place is for you, before accosting her with work..
>[x] Give her the gift you brought for her, and ask her what she feels about this new place.
Given her martial rather than civilian background I'm surprised the elf was so affected by that even after we switched to Yzia's much more tantalizing body. I guess she wasn't used to getting molested and humiliated by someone entirely in control.

>>2269586
And also Siobhan makes a good point, we really are voting for Akko to work herself up then stop repeatedly huh. Won't be surprised if we have to finish soon.

>>2269580
>[] Give her the gift you brought for her, and ask her what she feels about this new place.
>[] Call out to her and see what her reactions are as you approach; she might be especially tractable at the moment.
>[] Just observe for a moment, see what she is doing exactly; it seems to be a little more than merely preparing the forge.

>>2269587
I think it's a combination of us trying to do a lot of different things, but not being able to completely resist indulging at least a little.
I'm pretty sure the warrior we have our eye on is mostly straight so holding out for gratitude sex is probably a no, so I'm not opposed to jumping Yustuoc depending on how it goes.

>>2269590
Actually it's very much known by Akko that while Lywedra is not bisexual, she considers Akko an exception to that....and she also enjoys it rough with Akko (considering their first time was when Akko and she were both overwhelmed by battle-lusts). Lywedra is not quite old enough that sexuality doesn't matter to her.

>>2269591
Oh, nevermind then. Everything could work out nicely.

>>2269591
Sounds like an opportunity dropped in our laps then! Unless we spend it all on Yustuoc first.

Unfortunately it looks like early EU afternoon/US mornings is quite the slow time as usual.

>>2269580
>[X] Just observe for a moment, see what she is doing exactly; it seems to be a little more than merely preparing the forge.
>[X] Give her the gift you brought for her, and ask her what she feels about this new place.

>>2269580

>[] Just observe for a moment, see what she is doing exactly; it seems to be a little more than merely preparing the forge.

>[] Call out to her and see what her reactions are as you approach; she might be especially tractable at the moment.
>[] Give her the gift you brought for her, and ask her what she feels about this new place.

We can pin her on the anvil later, if she looks like she needs it and we want to baptise the forge by fucking the smith.

>>2269580
Oh right, Yustuoc didn't really have the right background to understand what had been done to her and thus thought she had died and was in hell, pretty sure specifically for being a lesbian sub, and Akko let her think that because it was hilarious.

>>2269609
I mean. Akko's definitely right.

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[X] Just observe for a moment, see what she is doing exactly; it seems to be a little more than merely preparing the forge.
[XX] Call out to her and see what her reactions are as you approach; she might be especially tractable at the moment.
[XXX] Give her the gift you brought for her, and ask her what she feels about this new place.

Curiosity slows your progress, and Yustuoc stands up, looking into the nearly white hot interior of the kiln. Given that it is a glass kiln, she's running it hotter than usual, which means she might be preparing it for deep crystal or void glass, rather than the leaded crystal you prefer to use. She kneels again and picks up a length of black material with a soft silvery sheen, similar to onyx, but the breaks at the end posses that sheen which makes it clear that it is void crystal rather than onyx.

She places the end in a rack, and lets it start heating. At that point she moves over to another barrel and opens the top, stepping back as the raw scent of the laudanum infused humanoid blood reaches her. The orc weapon-smith and slave takes a deep breath and them moves closer again, dipping the tip of a finger in the rich red-black liquid and tastes it. Yustuoc seems satisfied because she places the lid of the barrel back on firmly to protect it from contamination.

"Yustuoc.”

She turns at the sound of your voice and then snarls something at the nearby slaves assisting in the preparation of the area. Though her snarl to them is quite vicious, she lowers her gaze and takes several calming breaths before she lifts her head once more and approaches you. You meet her halfway, and she slows as you move closer, her eyes darting over your well armored and yet unarmed appearance. You smile and tilt your head and she immediately becomes worried.

“What are you preparing there?” You have no issues with her working on her own projects – she's earned the privilege, and the materials. Stepping close you run your hand up her bare belly, feeling the fine musculature and she stoically endures it.

"I was planning on making a blade to match those of the warriors Schechei and Kteine. They are a matched set, and I wish for your practice blade to be the equal of theirs so they understand that it is not Siobhan they should fear, but you.” She seems nervous, and understandably. You've been particularly hard on her for a while now. Yustuoc stiffens as you caress one full breast, and the nipple that comes to a peak at your firm touch. I wish to remain in good practice....” she starts, but she falls silent at your gaze.

“A gift for me then? I am....touched, I think, is the word.” You take out the braid of elven hair, and the crystalline knife Siobhan made for you, which is tied to the braid. It can easily become a necklace of sorts for the orc-blooded woman. “What do you think of this world I have brought you to?” Ah, that worried, confused look is back “I told you that you were not in hell. Repeatedly.”

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“I....” She steels herself. “That I live and breathe once more is trickery of some sort, and nothing more. It will end one day and I will toil as your slave in hell.”

You smile and tilt your head, looking at her with a measure of fondness. Your hand slides up to caress the back of her neck and she stiffens, her jaw set as she prepares to try and resist you bringing her head down for a kiss. Wrapping your hand about the back of her neck you pull her down lower, and she futilely tries to resist, but rather than kiss her, you lay the crystal knife along her cheek. The half-orc freezes, feeling the tip close to her eye and knowing you are not above maiming your playthings.

“A gift for you, my breeding slave,” you hiss softly in her native tongue. The flush of shame and embarrassment darkens her cheeks. You flick your wrist and land the loop of shimmering gold that knife is tied to over her neck, and drop it. The crystal blade falls to the zenith of the braided necklace, and you push her back, making her stumble. The shimmering crystal lays along her throat, just at the hollow, and she touches it, her expression pure surprise.

You move towards her and she takes a step back. That prompts you to get right in her face with such speed and ferocity that she actually starts lifting her hands to defend herself. You grab her throat in one hand and her crux in the other and squeeze with both. Yustuoc stiffens in pain and shock, and you can feel her heat through the damp leather despite her hatred and shame. “The blade will go to another, but that does not mean you should make it with any less of the skill I have come to expect from my weapon-smith,” you purr softly to her, nuzzling her affectionately.

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She breathes in sharp, deep, rasping breaths. A long, languid lick along the side of her face makes her grimace and you can feel her knees weaken, in spite of herself. You massage her sex through the loose leathers slowly, and she gasps. “That is my fuck toy,” you whisper in your own tongue and she closes her eyes, the flush of rage and shame darkening her cheeks, her ears, even down to her breasts, with those hard nipples. “I will look forward to what you have made for me.”

She gasps when you release her and falls to her knees, clutching at her aching sex and breathing heavily. Turning, you take your leave of your whipping girl, pleased with her confusion and dedication, especially after what you allowed Yashi and Kteine to do with her. The delusion is interesting. You doubt that she'd believe she lived even if you took her to her homelands and even her clan.

[] Walk to Talvek's encampment; it's some distance, but it may be worth seeing what lies between here and there.
[] Siobhan can give you an image to Teleport to; she has already been in contact with Talvek's Silver Sword.
[] You have half your Arcane Pool left – Flight will serve you well for a while, in addition to getting you there quickly.
[] Ask Yashi to Teleport you there, if she doesn't mind accompanying. It would be amusing to annoy him with the fact that she's yours to enjoy given his failure to do so.
[] Give you outrank him, you could order him and Lywedra to come to you – and forbid him from bringing others. That might not stop him, but it could be entertaining.
[] Write in?
Siobhan is getting more than a little worked up herself, and is starting to wonder who exactly you're actually teasing!

>Last vote.

>>2269617
>[x] Siobhan can give you an image to Teleport to; she has already been in contact with Talvek's Silver Sword.
Uh oh, Siobhan is starting to suspect!

>>2269617
>[X] Siobhan can give you an image to Teleport to; she has already been in contact with Talvek's Silver Sword.
Teleporting into anothers camp seems like a good entrance.

>>2269617
>[] Siobhan can give you an image to Teleport to; she has already been in contact with Talvek's Silver Sword.

>>2269617
>[] You have half your Arcane Pool left – Flight will serve you well for a while, in addition to getting you there quickly.

>>2269617
>[] Siobhan can give you an image to Teleport to; she has already been in contact with Talvek's Silver Sword.
She shouldn't object, the faster we get there the faster we stop teasing

>>2269633
Or the faster we stop being teased. Teasing ourselves? Whichever.

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[X] Siobhan can give you an image to Teleport to; she has already been in contact with Talvek's Silver Sword.

A gentle and hopeful request from your beloved weapon grants you an overly-detailed image of the encampment of your quarry. Though you're not entirely decided on who your quarry is, to be honest. Certainly you're taking Lywedra, but that doesn't mean Talvek isn't the target of some ire.

You don't appreciate people playing with your toys in manners you do not approve of.

Siobhan warns you that the 'map' is current; his people are somewhat scattered, there are slaves here and there, but by and large the central area is open, as is somewhat traditional. Duels and challenges need a bit of room. So you invoke the crystalline ankle cuffs one last time – knowing you have the power to instantly learn Teleport if you need to – and fortunately arrive exactly on target.

The alarm and surprise is immediate, and the slaves scatter, hiding behind anything they can or moving as far away as they possibly can. You aren't armed – well, technically you are not armed, though a spell or a thought can change that – and you aren't visibly protected outside your armor, but the fear and alarm that strikes the encampment is amusing to watch.

Talvek pushes the slave nearest him over, spilling wine and fruit upon the cushions and herself as he rises, hand upon the hilt of his blade. Two others also rise, though slowly and without great interest or intent. Almost perfunctory, rather than wary. Two of his cadre do not rise at all, one male gasping heavily for breath, and Lywedra, looking very pale and dull eyed. She does notice you and half rises, her hand going to her blade even as she recognizes you; it seems that it is a requirement of Talvek's cadre they prepare to defend their encampment.

Taking your time you deliberately ignore Talvek's mentally shouted challenge to your presence and gently take Lywedra by the arm and under her shoulder, assisting her to stand upright. She's ill, but not incapable. Beads of sweat shimmer across her face and you draw her braid back over her shoulder to let it rest behind her. She's wearing the same style of armor, but formed of mithril, and gleaming with magical sign above and beyond the Arcane Sight that informs you of it's Hastening magics.

She looks at you gratefully and takes a deep breath, drawing her sword and steeling herself. It is a short sword, one of a pair, and you know for a fact she is a deadly hand with them. Only then do you turn to Talvek and look at him. His plate armor is burnished black and chased with gold, and his honors and badges are impressive, but he is still only mid-ranked. Nogori shines with a cold blue light, spells of Speed and Bane shining upon it, the power stemming from his link to Her Highness. His armor is well Fortified and unlikely to allow your blade to strike true as effortlessly as you have been managing recently.

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“Lord Talvek. I am relieving you of Lywedra. Her Oath will be stricken from the Record and she will taking mine. So I claim as a Gish of the Highest Order.” He stares at you, his spurs bared in an 'O' of surprise. “I trust you have no objection?” you ask mildly, your hand sliding down the shining armor of your would-be cadre member, whose eyes are bright and hot with gratitude.

Talvek glares at you, the instant rage and jealousy in him far beyond your expectations. You smile at him and tilt your head. “I did have her first, after all. Oh, perhaps not recently, but I made her mind far more thoroughly than you can ever have managed. So much so that she would prefer my company to yours.”

That incenses him no end; your innuendo burns him, and he lowers his blade and points at Lywedra. “By the Oath and Power of Life and death I hold over you, Lywedra, I command you to kill Gish Akko at once.”

Well, isn't that nice of him.

>To Be Continued....

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Thank you for reading, playing, and your patience with me. I hope that next weekend will be less troubled than this, as this was compared to the last.

Lyw is made of muscle and shy.

>>2269682
What a buzzkill! Well, at least this should be an interesting encounter.

>>2269685
Thanks for writing!

>>2269682
I see so Akko's lust for women also translates into her lust to cause drama. Makes sense.

Also that is an impressively spiteful move on Talvek's part. I forget what the routine is here, since something similar happened with Aeuna (only without the "at once" part) we first have to disable Lywedra, and then kill Talvek?

>>2269685
Also yeah, thanks for running!

Thanks for running!

We're going to give Lyw's eyes their shine back.

I have two question:

-Does that necklace we gave to Yustuoc mean anything, in orc culture?

-What will happen to Talvek's cadre once we've killed him.

On the subject of killing him, I vote to not even use our Silver Sword. Just pummel him in hand-to-hand.

>>2269689
There are many ways this could go, including, but not limited to Akko countermanding the order (and while he may have the right to life and eath over Lwyedra, it's well known Akko isa killign machine on par with the greatest knights, murderers, and warriors), Lywedra refusing to follow that order and fighting for her own life agaisnt Talvek (with her sickened condition she's already at a disadvantage, and he's got her on levels), Akko beating her unconscious and claiming her as weregild against Talvek, or Akko using the Silver Swords to challenge his oath and try and legally take her out from under him by means of rank.

>>2269697
We shouldn't take him too lightly I don't think. We could certainly win without using Siobhan, but I dunno about doing so without expending valuable resources.

>>2269697
Akko isn't certain, but thought an elven braid trophy might please her just for fun.

They will have to disband or find new leadership. From the looks of it, they're not particularly pleased with his leadership at the moment.

Thanks for running
Muscle and shy sounds great

>>2269702
Akko does have a Mythic Form of the Dragon available for her use, already memorized. Using it would put her on a par with most Mature Dragons and some Ancient ones.

>>2269704
Elves and Orcs do despise eachother quite thoroughly, if you're going by the old Gruumsh lost his eye to one of the elf gods story.

So a braid in my head makes a great gift.

>>2269709
Wouldn't it also be incredibly obvious that we have access to Mythic power? Is there anyone here who could reliably tattle on us regarding it (does Akko know of this group and its members' temperaments)?

>>2270522
A polymorph spell is much harder to detect as mythic, as the appearance you take is under your own control to an extent, and the benefits of the power are only enhancements to the spell itself as a general rule (stat enhancements are difficult to 'notice', as are increased damage totals). the exception would be true seeing, but only wizards, very high level gish, or illusionists are likely to have that ability, of which Talvek's cadre has none. Most of Talvek's group are warriors, and the dragon is an adult of Yzia's previous age and power, not her current power and talent. The dragon rider is a mid ranked gish.

Now, a Mythic Chain of fire or Chain lightning would defintiely be overt in the Elder Power.

>>2271056
All this information is known to Akko.