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Re: Blackshard Prequel II Transcripts (edited)
Second Session, 28 May (part two, Duarnar has questions, Don puts his father at peace, Vand finds Sarah)
Second Session, 28 May (part two, Duarnar has questions, Don puts his father at peace, Vand finds Sarah)
DM62: Duarnar's expression is now slightly sour, but he shakes his head. "Some of your friends may have been taken to a lower level... there are high-security cells below. Designed to hold all manners of creatures, even mages and Avatars and servants of the Goddesses. If any of your friends are truly important to the cultists... or truly dangerous... that is the likely place." He produces one of the rolled-up maps, showing the group.
Vand: "Can think of one that qualifies. Can think of two who should be down there if they knew what was happening.," says Vand as she moves over to look at it, humming a bit.
Miter again references the map herself, complete with passages.
DM62: Argast nods. "That leaves Sarah, who has only made one appearance. She lost to... Mistress Muhr. And I think she was claimed."
Miter: "...The Big Bad? Oh what new spore of madness is this..."
Vand: "She's with her... Damn. That complicates shit big time, especially if she's a squealer... I might need to actually go full bore if I can't get her away quietly."
Don: "And how is this even close to an even fight." Don growls to himself as he sees the wound stitch itself together near instantly. He wouldn't be able to hobble the abomination before finishing it. Odds are even if he cut off an arm it would come back too. That left him only with the hope that it's head wouldn't come back if he cut it off. Though he would need to avoid hitting those plates if he wanted to get through. Trying to bait the monster into slamming into the wall once more, he'd keep his axe at the ready, planning to strike for the neck if he could get the shot.
DM62: "That would place her... in theory... in Mistress Muhr's personal quarters, located at the other end of the complex... here. Probably the most heavily-guarded place in the compound." The elderly Gurnold sighs. "This entire compound used to be dedicated to the Goddesses, you know... the whole place. We Lunarians, and our brother Solarians... we revered the Sun and the Moons, but we worshipped the Goddesses of the Aether. And then... the Nether Beasts came, to walk among us. And our people became... corrupt, decadent." He looks very old, and very sad, looking at the map of the Riftlands, remembering an older time.
Miter: "Well, if we need to, they'll have a bit of a reckoning to deal with... Hey, where's the armory?"
Vand: "...I see. Well. We'll see if these critters are as eternal as all that. Armory? That way.," says Vand, pointing in a direction.
DM62: Braxis turns, huffing, charging forward again. Once more he slams into the wall, but turned at an odd angle, and Don's axe ends up slicing deep into the larger minotaur's metal-plated skull. Braxis' entire body seems to go limp, falling back with the axe still buried in his skull. Then his head raises, and he looks at Don again, seeing his son. "Don? Don... is that you?" His breathing is labored, but he seems in control of himself.
Miter: "Well, it seems like most of this lot doesn't know what blast powder is, yet... So if I can hammer together a makeshift cannon, we can blow apart a good chunk of the guards with little work... Though that'd be a hell of a noise..."
DM62: The elderly Gurnold sighs. "We... we did not know what to do. But our High Pontiff... he said we could ask the Goddesses for their protection. Surely, after centuries of devotion, they could answer our plea. And he attempted to call upon Lilorious' aid." He sighs, now reciting what sounds like a scripture. "And the Blackness did come forth, and swallowed the Great City. And the land was rent asunder. And the seas did turn, and the plants grew teeth, and the Goddesses abandoned their children to the Great Doom of their time." He shakes his head.
Miter: "Wow. Heavy stuff..." she mumbles to the older dude.
Don: So it was Braxis, but as much as Don wanted to break down at what had become of his father, he was unsure if this was just another trick or if the people that did this to him had some other means of controlling his actions even with their control seemingly temporarily broken. "Yes it is me. What did they do to you father?"
DM62: "Son... they have... changed me." He shakes his head, concentrating. "They are trying... to draw out your Mother. She must... never... know." Braxis grits his teeth, his muscles bulging. "Please... you must... finish me. Or they will... make me kill you."
Vand: "Yeah, best leave that to me, Miter. Needs less construction.," says Vand, looking over to the Gurnold with a frown, "...Never heard that one. You got the book you're quoting? I'd like to borrow it if you don't mind?"
DM62: The Gurnold sighs. "If you're going to take books from my library, we're going to have a word in private, first... Argast, if you could walk Roland and Miter to the kennels for the moment?" The kobold nods. "Of course, Master Duarnar." He gives a bow, leading the wolf and goblin away. ((Vand and Duarnar dialogue in PMs for now.))
Don: "I figured as much father." Don said, sadness in his voice. Moving to grab the axe, hopefully without a fight if his father's control remained in his own hands. "I'm sorry for this father. I shall miss you dearly." He'd raise the axe and try to finish what he started, hopefully cutting through Braxis' neck with a single hard swipe.
Miter: "H-hey..." Miter starts to complain, before Roland stops the tirade by grabbing her by the nape and dragging her away.
DM62: Braxis's neck is tough, as with any minotaur, but Don is strong and his stroke is sure, beheading his father in the single stroke. Much of the audience is cheering... but in the balcony, Mistress Muhr is scowling. "Back to his cell, now!" Mira is standing near her, watching Don with a look of anger... and there are two hooded figures, also standing nearby. Guards flood into the Pit to restrain the young minotaur.
DM62: The slightly-sweaty centaur flops down next to Rowenna, snuggling her close. "I... I'm just wishing this night wouldn't end, dear. But guards will be here in the morning, to drag you back to your cell, regardless of my wishes. And you may have to fight again, tomorrow."
Don would mutter a silent prayer to his father, hoping that eventually he would find peace in the afterlife, and hopefully Thrae once again. (Though that would probably take a while considering Thrae.) After that he'd drop his axe and wait as the guards came to take him away. It was not like he could hope to fight them all and short of finding Thrae they could not throw another suprise like this at him again atleast...
DM62: The kitsune with the dirty-blond hair moves forward, examining the wound... and she scowls at Don, even as the guards slip the restraints onto him and haul him away. "You killed my creation... I guess you take his place." She folds her arms, sneering as Don's taken out of the arena, then the red-steel door slams shut and Don loses sight of her, being taken down stairs back to his cell.
Rowenna: "Shame that, but that dosen't mean we can't enjo things for now. We have plenty of time till tomorrow morning." She snuggled against the centaur, a big smile on her face. "Want to snugle with something a little fluffier? I've heard my wolf fur is quite cozy. Well...mostly from other wolves that I bargined with. Trying to find places to sleep on the road wasn't easy some nights."
DM62: The centaur laughs. "How about... your hybrid form, dear? I still love a woman's feel... but fur might be nice and warm to hold, too." She gently kisses Rowenna's neck.
Rowenna: "Ho boy. Here we go. Not everyday I do this." She'd close her eyes and focus for a moment, her form shifting as she did. Her body grew much furrier, the color a nice grey color with a hint of silver. Her eyes were the same color and she has a small tuft of fur nestled in between her chest.
Rowenna: "Guh...that felt weird still. Don't use this form too often..."
Vand: "Hey, Miter? You and Argast can come back in now."
DM62: Argast nods. "Actually... it's rather late. Unless there's something else we need to discuss, I should bring Roland back to his bed." Roland whines.
DM62: The centauress giggles. "Mmm... I like this version of you. Furry... but sexy." She playfully licks one of Rowenna's ears.
Miter yelps as the wolf drops her back in. "Brat, she admonishes the bigger creature.
DM62: The Gurnold nods. "Good luck, Vand." He gives the goblin a smile, though he looks just a bit sad. "Come. Help me finish cleaning this device and re-assembling it. Heh... those cultists will be in for QUITE the surprise." Argast nods, climbing atop Roland, who licks Vand's hand once before turning and bounding back to the kennels.
Miter: "Do I really wanna know what that was all about?" Miter quips, going back to work on prepping the device again.
Vand: "You'll know one day.," smirks Vand, heading out too, before slipping away to go map out where all her allies were located, besides Sarah and Don. She didn't want to risk getting close to those just yet.
DM62: Duarnar chuckles. "Tell me, Miss Miter... is there a point in having everyone else leave the room for a private conversation, if I then tell other people what was discussed in a private situation?"
Miter: "True enough..." she mumbles, shrugging and continuing the work.
DM62: Sarah awakes the next morning, with Miri curled around her in the Mistress' bed... and Mistress Muhr standing at the foot of the bed, arms folded. "Well... glad to see someone got some rest last night." The Mistress seems a little grouchy this morning.
Rowenna: "Not many people say that about this form. Usually it's my human one from other humans or it's about my 4 legged one from other animals. Never knew how randy wolves got until you spent a few nights with them." She giggled, quite enjoying the attention
Sarah awakens, gently groaning. When the Mistress' presence is heard, she immediately works to disentangle herself from Miri, hopping off the bed and kneeling before Muhr. "I apologize for Miri and I's use of your bed, Mistress...It was my idea...So please punish me, not her." she says obediently, her head to the floor.
DM62: Eventually, Don is restrained, and his cell door opens within the hour. Mira is walking in, along with a hooded and robed figure. They are flanked by several guards. Mira scowls. "We might be even, now... both of us lost a father. But I'm afraid we still need Thrae. Tell me, Don... there was a chimera that Thrae worked with. What was her name?"
DM62: The next morning, Aisalla wakes early, bringing Rowenna into the bath to clean her once more before the guards arrive to bring the wolf-woman back to her cell. Aisalla gives her a passionate kiss to remember her by, and then Rowenna finds herself quickly whisked through the hallways, ending up at her cell once more.
DM62: Mistress Muhr folds her arms. "I punish whom I like, Sarah. But as it happens, Miri has permission to use my bed... and to bring in other pets, as well." She shrugs. "So I don't care. Just... go bathe, both of you." The disgruntled cubite sits on the bed. "And then maybe you can both suck me off."
Don: "I refuse." Don said straight up as he looked at Mira. "I figure you some action my parents took resulted in the death of your father. But I doubt they did something as abominable as what you did to mine!"
Sarah: "Y-Yes Mistress..." Sarah says, moving to rouse Miri and get her to come to the bath. Once they're there and alone, she settles into the water, actually able to relax in it for once. "The Mistress seems to be in a foul mood today, Miri...We had better do extra good at pleasing her so she relaxes..."
DM62: Mira looks slightly troubled, but shrugs. "We'll never know, will we? But as I said... this has gone beyond my own revenge. We want Thrae. And you're going to tell us... the name of that little furball that accompanied her on her journeys."
Rowenna: A new morning and another bath had Rowenna feeling quite good. But such good things must come to an end and there was little she could do to stop being taken back to her cell. Of course, she had a lovely gift to remember the centauress by and she wasn't about to forget it. Only she could break her out of this hell. Once back in her cell, she shifted back to her full human form.
DM62: Miri nods at Sarah. "You could always... tell her about how you've been fantasizing about centaurs lately. Especially after Mistress' horsecock cums all over you." She produces a sponge, cleaning the kitsune.
Sarah: "Indeed...We should give Mistress a good morning...Get her in the mood for even more debauchery...Then tell her I've been fantasizing about that centaur after watching i ravage Rowena."
Don: "I will not." Don said with contempt in his voice.
DM62: The buxom elf nods, continuing her cleaning of the kitsune, gently massaging her breasts but careful not to spill any milk yet.
DM62: Mira nods. "Then... we will have to modify you." She gestures, and a cart is wheeled in... containing the remains of Braxis. "We will change you... using parts of your own father."
Sarah: "A-Ah...Careful, Miri...They're really sensitive this morning...I need to beg Mistress to milk me later..." the Kitsune whimpers, her sensitive breasts arousing her as Miri massages them.
DM62: Vand has seen Rowenna being returned to her cells, and has located Aisalla and the Desert Scarab's cells. She also just found Mistress Muhr's quarters... where a busty elf is bathing Sarah (who has larger tits now) as Mistress Muhr rests on her bed.
DM62: Miter also wakes up the next morning. The elderly Gurnold is hunched over the device, which looks completed... some sort of piston device, it seems. The Gurnold has a rather... mischievous smile on his face.
Miter: "So, is this the part you explain to me what this device does?" Miter asks after stretching and looking at it.
DM62: He shakes his head. "Sorry, Miss Miter. Suffice it to say that... you will tell me, as you are departing this place. And this device will keep your captors... rather occupied." He gives a mirthless chuckle.
Vand: Hm. Oppurtunity. It'd have to do. She slips down and quickly covers the woman's mouth with her hand her whispering quietly. "Shhhh. Nice rack Sarah. You alright? Your friend here cool?"
DM62: Miri's eyes go wide as a hand seems to come out of nowhere, covering her mouth.
Miter: "...I see...." she mumbles, though her eyes narrow and her ears twitch.
Sarah gasps gently, nodding her head as she recognizes the voice. She nods again when asked if Miri is cool as well, raising a finger in front of her covered mouth for Miri to also be quiet.
Don glared at the woman, but said nothing. Given they were able to find Braxis with how little information he gave them, he would not give them a single bit about the chimera. He would not even think of their name. He would not be the cause of another death.
DM62: The elderly Gurnold has a sad smile. "I see you understand my intent, regardless. Do not mourn. I have lived a long life... and I would only slow your group down, my dear Miss Miter. Oh... and if you wish to take any maps and books from my library... I'm afraid it won't matter what I'm missing, once you start your journey. I will be making a journey of my own, one that I have longed to take."
Vand carefully let's go of Miri's mouth. "Sorry. Do you two have a way to slip away from here? Things are gonna get a bit crazy shortly, and anyone sticking arounds in for a bad time. I just need to get to Don and then we're all gonna bail, us and anyone who is sick of this shit."
DM62: "Alright." Mira nods, glaring back at Don. "Guard. Find Malady Quinn. Bring her here. There's work to be done." The black-hooded figure departs with a handful of guards, leaving four guards and Mira with the minotaur.
Sarah: "Miri...Are you ready to leave this place?" Sarah whispers, a broad smile on her face. "I know I am." she says quietly.
Miter: There's a bit of a gulp and a sad nod from the goblin, but she sighs and nod. "I'll do what I can to make sure you aren't forgotten, old timer, put it that way..." At this point, Miter quickly moves around, digging away at the shelves and doing some tinkering on the gobbocycle, asking for assistance so it's quickly turned into a small cart, chucking anything that could be valuable into it..."
DM62: The Gurnold nods, helping Miter assemble a small cart for the device.
Vand: "Can think of one that qualifies. Can think of two who should be down there if they knew what was happening.," says Vand as she moves over to look at it, humming a bit.
Miter again references the map herself, complete with passages.
DM62: Argast nods. "That leaves Sarah, who has only made one appearance. She lost to... Mistress Muhr. And I think she was claimed."
Miter: "...The Big Bad? Oh what new spore of madness is this..."
Vand: "She's with her... Damn. That complicates shit big time, especially if she's a squealer... I might need to actually go full bore if I can't get her away quietly."
Don: "And how is this even close to an even fight." Don growls to himself as he sees the wound stitch itself together near instantly. He wouldn't be able to hobble the abomination before finishing it. Odds are even if he cut off an arm it would come back too. That left him only with the hope that it's head wouldn't come back if he cut it off. Though he would need to avoid hitting those plates if he wanted to get through. Trying to bait the monster into slamming into the wall once more, he'd keep his axe at the ready, planning to strike for the neck if he could get the shot.
DM62: "That would place her... in theory... in Mistress Muhr's personal quarters, located at the other end of the complex... here. Probably the most heavily-guarded place in the compound." The elderly Gurnold sighs. "This entire compound used to be dedicated to the Goddesses, you know... the whole place. We Lunarians, and our brother Solarians... we revered the Sun and the Moons, but we worshipped the Goddesses of the Aether. And then... the Nether Beasts came, to walk among us. And our people became... corrupt, decadent." He looks very old, and very sad, looking at the map of the Riftlands, remembering an older time.
Miter: "Well, if we need to, they'll have a bit of a reckoning to deal with... Hey, where's the armory?"
Vand: "...I see. Well. We'll see if these critters are as eternal as all that. Armory? That way.," says Vand, pointing in a direction.
DM62: Braxis turns, huffing, charging forward again. Once more he slams into the wall, but turned at an odd angle, and Don's axe ends up slicing deep into the larger minotaur's metal-plated skull. Braxis' entire body seems to go limp, falling back with the axe still buried in his skull. Then his head raises, and he looks at Don again, seeing his son. "Don? Don... is that you?" His breathing is labored, but he seems in control of himself.
Miter: "Well, it seems like most of this lot doesn't know what blast powder is, yet... So if I can hammer together a makeshift cannon, we can blow apart a good chunk of the guards with little work... Though that'd be a hell of a noise..."
DM62: The elderly Gurnold sighs. "We... we did not know what to do. But our High Pontiff... he said we could ask the Goddesses for their protection. Surely, after centuries of devotion, they could answer our plea. And he attempted to call upon Lilorious' aid." He sighs, now reciting what sounds like a scripture. "And the Blackness did come forth, and swallowed the Great City. And the land was rent asunder. And the seas did turn, and the plants grew teeth, and the Goddesses abandoned their children to the Great Doom of their time." He shakes his head.
Miter: "Wow. Heavy stuff..." she mumbles to the older dude.
Don: So it was Braxis, but as much as Don wanted to break down at what had become of his father, he was unsure if this was just another trick or if the people that did this to him had some other means of controlling his actions even with their control seemingly temporarily broken. "Yes it is me. What did they do to you father?"
DM62: "Son... they have... changed me." He shakes his head, concentrating. "They are trying... to draw out your Mother. She must... never... know." Braxis grits his teeth, his muscles bulging. "Please... you must... finish me. Or they will... make me kill you."
Vand: "Yeah, best leave that to me, Miter. Needs less construction.," says Vand, looking over to the Gurnold with a frown, "...Never heard that one. You got the book you're quoting? I'd like to borrow it if you don't mind?"
DM62: The Gurnold sighs. "If you're going to take books from my library, we're going to have a word in private, first... Argast, if you could walk Roland and Miter to the kennels for the moment?" The kobold nods. "Of course, Master Duarnar." He gives a bow, leading the wolf and goblin away. ((Vand and Duarnar dialogue in PMs for now.))
Don: "I figured as much father." Don said, sadness in his voice. Moving to grab the axe, hopefully without a fight if his father's control remained in his own hands. "I'm sorry for this father. I shall miss you dearly." He'd raise the axe and try to finish what he started, hopefully cutting through Braxis' neck with a single hard swipe.
Miter: "H-hey..." Miter starts to complain, before Roland stops the tirade by grabbing her by the nape and dragging her away.
DM62: Braxis's neck is tough, as with any minotaur, but Don is strong and his stroke is sure, beheading his father in the single stroke. Much of the audience is cheering... but in the balcony, Mistress Muhr is scowling. "Back to his cell, now!" Mira is standing near her, watching Don with a look of anger... and there are two hooded figures, also standing nearby. Guards flood into the Pit to restrain the young minotaur.
DM62: The slightly-sweaty centaur flops down next to Rowenna, snuggling her close. "I... I'm just wishing this night wouldn't end, dear. But guards will be here in the morning, to drag you back to your cell, regardless of my wishes. And you may have to fight again, tomorrow."
Don would mutter a silent prayer to his father, hoping that eventually he would find peace in the afterlife, and hopefully Thrae once again. (Though that would probably take a while considering Thrae.) After that he'd drop his axe and wait as the guards came to take him away. It was not like he could hope to fight them all and short of finding Thrae they could not throw another suprise like this at him again atleast...
DM62: The kitsune with the dirty-blond hair moves forward, examining the wound... and she scowls at Don, even as the guards slip the restraints onto him and haul him away. "You killed my creation... I guess you take his place." She folds her arms, sneering as Don's taken out of the arena, then the red-steel door slams shut and Don loses sight of her, being taken down stairs back to his cell.
Rowenna: "Shame that, but that dosen't mean we can't enjo things for now. We have plenty of time till tomorrow morning." She snuggled against the centaur, a big smile on her face. "Want to snugle with something a little fluffier? I've heard my wolf fur is quite cozy. Well...mostly from other wolves that I bargined with. Trying to find places to sleep on the road wasn't easy some nights."
DM62: The centaur laughs. "How about... your hybrid form, dear? I still love a woman's feel... but fur might be nice and warm to hold, too." She gently kisses Rowenna's neck.
Rowenna: "Ho boy. Here we go. Not everyday I do this." She'd close her eyes and focus for a moment, her form shifting as she did. Her body grew much furrier, the color a nice grey color with a hint of silver. Her eyes were the same color and she has a small tuft of fur nestled in between her chest.
Rowenna: "Guh...that felt weird still. Don't use this form too often..."
Vand: "Hey, Miter? You and Argast can come back in now."
DM62: Argast nods. "Actually... it's rather late. Unless there's something else we need to discuss, I should bring Roland back to his bed." Roland whines.
DM62: The centauress giggles. "Mmm... I like this version of you. Furry... but sexy." She playfully licks one of Rowenna's ears.
Miter yelps as the wolf drops her back in. "Brat, she admonishes the bigger creature.
DM62: The Gurnold nods. "Good luck, Vand." He gives the goblin a smile, though he looks just a bit sad. "Come. Help me finish cleaning this device and re-assembling it. Heh... those cultists will be in for QUITE the surprise." Argast nods, climbing atop Roland, who licks Vand's hand once before turning and bounding back to the kennels.
Miter: "Do I really wanna know what that was all about?" Miter quips, going back to work on prepping the device again.
Vand: "You'll know one day.," smirks Vand, heading out too, before slipping away to go map out where all her allies were located, besides Sarah and Don. She didn't want to risk getting close to those just yet.
DM62: Duarnar chuckles. "Tell me, Miss Miter... is there a point in having everyone else leave the room for a private conversation, if I then tell other people what was discussed in a private situation?"
Miter: "True enough..." she mumbles, shrugging and continuing the work.
DM62: Sarah awakes the next morning, with Miri curled around her in the Mistress' bed... and Mistress Muhr standing at the foot of the bed, arms folded. "Well... glad to see someone got some rest last night." The Mistress seems a little grouchy this morning.
Rowenna: "Not many people say that about this form. Usually it's my human one from other humans or it's about my 4 legged one from other animals. Never knew how randy wolves got until you spent a few nights with them." She giggled, quite enjoying the attention
Sarah awakens, gently groaning. When the Mistress' presence is heard, she immediately works to disentangle herself from Miri, hopping off the bed and kneeling before Muhr. "I apologize for Miri and I's use of your bed, Mistress...It was my idea...So please punish me, not her." she says obediently, her head to the floor.
DM62: Eventually, Don is restrained, and his cell door opens within the hour. Mira is walking in, along with a hooded and robed figure. They are flanked by several guards. Mira scowls. "We might be even, now... both of us lost a father. But I'm afraid we still need Thrae. Tell me, Don... there was a chimera that Thrae worked with. What was her name?"
DM62: The next morning, Aisalla wakes early, bringing Rowenna into the bath to clean her once more before the guards arrive to bring the wolf-woman back to her cell. Aisalla gives her a passionate kiss to remember her by, and then Rowenna finds herself quickly whisked through the hallways, ending up at her cell once more.
DM62: Mistress Muhr folds her arms. "I punish whom I like, Sarah. But as it happens, Miri has permission to use my bed... and to bring in other pets, as well." She shrugs. "So I don't care. Just... go bathe, both of you." The disgruntled cubite sits on the bed. "And then maybe you can both suck me off."
Don: "I refuse." Don said straight up as he looked at Mira. "I figure you some action my parents took resulted in the death of your father. But I doubt they did something as abominable as what you did to mine!"
Sarah: "Y-Yes Mistress..." Sarah says, moving to rouse Miri and get her to come to the bath. Once they're there and alone, she settles into the water, actually able to relax in it for once. "The Mistress seems to be in a foul mood today, Miri...We had better do extra good at pleasing her so she relaxes..."
DM62: Mira looks slightly troubled, but shrugs. "We'll never know, will we? But as I said... this has gone beyond my own revenge. We want Thrae. And you're going to tell us... the name of that little furball that accompanied her on her journeys."
Rowenna: A new morning and another bath had Rowenna feeling quite good. But such good things must come to an end and there was little she could do to stop being taken back to her cell. Of course, she had a lovely gift to remember the centauress by and she wasn't about to forget it. Only she could break her out of this hell. Once back in her cell, she shifted back to her full human form.
DM62: Miri nods at Sarah. "You could always... tell her about how you've been fantasizing about centaurs lately. Especially after Mistress' horsecock cums all over you." She produces a sponge, cleaning the kitsune.
Sarah: "Indeed...We should give Mistress a good morning...Get her in the mood for even more debauchery...Then tell her I've been fantasizing about that centaur after watching i ravage Rowena."
Don: "I will not." Don said with contempt in his voice.
DM62: The buxom elf nods, continuing her cleaning of the kitsune, gently massaging her breasts but careful not to spill any milk yet.
DM62: Mira nods. "Then... we will have to modify you." She gestures, and a cart is wheeled in... containing the remains of Braxis. "We will change you... using parts of your own father."
Sarah: "A-Ah...Careful, Miri...They're really sensitive this morning...I need to beg Mistress to milk me later..." the Kitsune whimpers, her sensitive breasts arousing her as Miri massages them.
DM62: Vand has seen Rowenna being returned to her cells, and has located Aisalla and the Desert Scarab's cells. She also just found Mistress Muhr's quarters... where a busty elf is bathing Sarah (who has larger tits now) as Mistress Muhr rests on her bed.
DM62: Miter also wakes up the next morning. The elderly Gurnold is hunched over the device, which looks completed... some sort of piston device, it seems. The Gurnold has a rather... mischievous smile on his face.
Miter: "So, is this the part you explain to me what this device does?" Miter asks after stretching and looking at it.
DM62: He shakes his head. "Sorry, Miss Miter. Suffice it to say that... you will tell me, as you are departing this place. And this device will keep your captors... rather occupied." He gives a mirthless chuckle.
Vand: Hm. Oppurtunity. It'd have to do. She slips down and quickly covers the woman's mouth with her hand her whispering quietly. "Shhhh. Nice rack Sarah. You alright? Your friend here cool?"
DM62: Miri's eyes go wide as a hand seems to come out of nowhere, covering her mouth.
Miter: "...I see...." she mumbles, though her eyes narrow and her ears twitch.
Sarah gasps gently, nodding her head as she recognizes the voice. She nods again when asked if Miri is cool as well, raising a finger in front of her covered mouth for Miri to also be quiet.
Don glared at the woman, but said nothing. Given they were able to find Braxis with how little information he gave them, he would not give them a single bit about the chimera. He would not even think of their name. He would not be the cause of another death.
DM62: The elderly Gurnold has a sad smile. "I see you understand my intent, regardless. Do not mourn. I have lived a long life... and I would only slow your group down, my dear Miss Miter. Oh... and if you wish to take any maps and books from my library... I'm afraid it won't matter what I'm missing, once you start your journey. I will be making a journey of my own, one that I have longed to take."
Vand carefully let's go of Miri's mouth. "Sorry. Do you two have a way to slip away from here? Things are gonna get a bit crazy shortly, and anyone sticking arounds in for a bad time. I just need to get to Don and then we're all gonna bail, us and anyone who is sick of this shit."
DM62: "Alright." Mira nods, glaring back at Don. "Guard. Find Malady Quinn. Bring her here. There's work to be done." The black-hooded figure departs with a handful of guards, leaving four guards and Mira with the minotaur.
Sarah: "Miri...Are you ready to leave this place?" Sarah whispers, a broad smile on her face. "I know I am." she says quietly.
Miter: There's a bit of a gulp and a sad nod from the goblin, but she sighs and nod. "I'll do what I can to make sure you aren't forgotten, old timer, put it that way..." At this point, Miter quickly moves around, digging away at the shelves and doing some tinkering on the gobbocycle, asking for assistance so it's quickly turned into a small cart, chucking anything that could be valuable into it..."
DM62: The Gurnold nods, helping Miter assemble a small cart for the device.