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Re: Blackshard Prequel II Transcripts (edited)
Sixth Session, 25 June (part two, the mead brewery, the sheriff, the inn, food, Lethe)
Sixth Session, 25 June (part two, the mead brewery, the sheriff, the inn, food, Lethe)
DM62: Argast shrugs. "What's an aura?" He looks at Roland, unsure what to do himself.
Rowenna: "Anyone know how to pick locks?"
Sarah: "Auras are something special only we Kitsune can sense. Think of it like a passing glance into the soul of someone. Manipulating auras is somewhat of required for necromancy." Sarah says, seeming quite proud of herself.
DM62: A few minutes later, the barmaid returns, putting a platter of spiced potatoes, bacon, and ale in front of the party. "We usually have some mead, but the brewery recently went to a new owner, and they're experimenting with the flavor."
DM62: Argast shrugs. "It's not locked, technically. Looks like they have a bar in the handles, on the other side of that door. Just need to slide something thin up beneath it... but they'll see it happen, unless we get lucky."
Sarah: "Well, if they see it, so what. I just wanna find out what that strange aura is!" Sarah says, eager to figure out a way to open the door. "Anyone have something long and thin to stick in there?"
DM62: Meanwhile, Sonja grabs a pint of ale from the barmaid. "Betcha ya can't keep up," she sneers to Miter, starting to chug the first mug.
Miter: The goblin looks quite pleased at the sight of some proper food, and quickly dives in, her first bite going into the bacon. She glares a little at the harpy, but has her mouth too full of food to care at the moment.
Rowenna: "Well, I don't know if my halberd blade is thin enough and they might hear the metal scraping against things. Anything else?"
Roland starts looking back at the inn with the food while everyones talking
Sarah: "Well, we could search for another door to go in. Or we could just have Chu'Gris ram to door open."
DM62: Aisalla, too, is gorging herself on spiced potatoes... then bacon. "So... good... so greasy... barmaid... I think we'll need another platter.
Don sat at the table and enjoyed some of the food, but he ate sparringly, having had his fill yesterday from the faun.
Hareng decided to stay away from the food for a bit, sniffing at his mug a little to check if he could pick up anything strange from it, and if he didn't he'd gladly one good mouthful to wash down his throat. "Not much of an appetite, Mister Don?" He asked, somewhat jokingly.
DM62: There's also a brunette serving food in another part of the inn and a blonde elf clearing tables.
Don: "Heh, I had...quite the meal last night, even if I had to share it. So I'm not terribly hungry at the moment, but this food is rather good."
DM62: Argast sighs. "Well... I've got a stiletto if we really want to open these doors. But, like I said... very good chance they notice." Argast produces a long, sharp dagger from a boot sheath, looking about the others for confirmation.
Sarah: "Do it Argast. Let's see what's going on in there." Sarah says with a gentle clapping of her hands in excitement. "I've never felt an aura like this before. I wanna see who it belongs to!"
Hareng: "So I heard." Hareng nodded, giving a bit of a knowing smile before he drank some more. The place seemed good enough, but he couldn't help but to have just a bit of a bad feeling about it all... the attention was great though, and hearing the vampire minotaur say that the food tasted 'rather good' was definitely making Hareng feel like digging in as well, though he went with a meager portion for himself, just to be on the safe side. "What do you think's taking the other's so long? I'm getting a bit worried."
Roland sits and scratches an ear.
Rowenna: "Wouldn't hurt for us to be a little more decisive in the future. I mean, it's only a door.:
DM62: Don notices a stranger, a woman with gray hair, quietly staring at the party as she sips at what looks like a mixture of water and herbs.
DM62: Argast shrugs. "Alright, then. I guess you'd best be ready for anything." He deftly slips the blade between the double-doors, knocking the bar out from the handles. It hits the dirt floor with a muted but audible clattering.
Sarah smiles, and moves to grab hold of the door handle, moving to open it slowly so she isn't surprised by anything on the other side, peeking into the meadery.
DM62: Within the mead brewery are a half-dozen satyrs, as well as what looks to be a dozen females in various states of sexual activity. Most of the satyrs are drinking while they smut the women, though there's a particularly fat satyr who's laying upon his back, enjoying fellatio from a busty blonde while playing his flute. He stops the song, looking over at the party curiously... and the other satyrs look over as well.
DM62: Hareng also notices the gray-haired stranger.
Roland looks at the satyrs and stand sup.
Sarah gulps, before moving to close the door again quickly. "I...Say we run. Too many to fight..." the Kitsune says, turning and preparing to high-tail it out of there as swiftly as possible.
Rowenna: "Easy boy. Don't let them get to you." Rowenna would do her best to keep Roland calm. "Yeah that might be good. Close the door and forget what we saw."
Roland doesn't look aggresive yet, he just looks at the satrs then back at the others.
DM62: One of the satyrs opens his mouth to speak, when the party closes the doors.
Hareng would look back at the woman, feeling just slightly observed, and curious about why he noticed her in the first place... "Ah, if you excuse me." The young assassin muttered, bowing his head at Don before he stood up, figuring he could at least check the woman a little closer if she allowed. "Would you mind if I sit with you?" The assassin said with a smile as he approached the woman.
DM62: The woman shrugs. "Not like it matters. It will make no difference, I fear." She sighs, sipping at her hot beverage. "Suit yourself."
Miter, naturally, is too engrossed in nomming like hell out of the food, and taking an occasional drink of mead, glancing around.
Hareng: Not like it matters? Hmm, definitely found somewhat suspicious. The young assassin, would remain smiling, looking non-too phased by the threat as he looked at the woman a bit closer. "So it doesn't matter if Italked to you a bit more either, right? Or is that a problem?" The assassin would remain calm and collected. "Is there something going? Or do you not want to talk about that?" He said, though the woman would definitely feel her hair moving, before a bit of coldness touched her throat.
DM62: The woman gives a bitter smile. "You perceive my observation as a threat. How amusing... and predictable." She looks at Hareng. "You're... dead already, in a sense. It's unusual. So is your bull-man friend... in his own way. Though I've seen dhampyr before." She shrugs, sipping her tea again.
Roland looks up at the others who closed the door and then just walks and follows along
Hareng: "Well, it pays to be cautious, right?" Hareng smiled a bit more openly as he leaned forward, to get a better look at the woman. "Though I take it you won't really talk to me. That kind of hurts." The woman would feel the coldness receding as the young assassin joked. "I apologize for judging so quickly. We've all been through some jumpy situations, and a hot woman observing from afar got me a bit surprised. So if you're not a threat, are you perhaps a friendly?"
Sarah pants as she slows down once she realizes they aren't following. "Man...That was a close one. I've heard of those creatures before. I think they were called nymphs or something...They play magic to brainwash women's minds and make them sex slaves, or labor to brew booze for them to drink." the Kitsune says, recalling an old fairytale from long ago she had been told.
Rowenna: "I mean, this town seems to have such a big beef with magical creatures. Don't you think something like that going on in their walls would get their attention. Maybe we should bring this to the attention of the sheriff or someone in a position of authority." Rowenna tried to play the voice of reason as they retreated from the scene. "And yeah, I've heard that story before too, but strange they'd be settled in here."
DM62: The barmaid brings over another ale for Sonja, who is well-ahead of the goblin, stopping occasionally to wolf down some of the delicious spiced potatoes. The gray-haired woman shrugs. "I guess I can talk. I'm no threat, though I might be the last face you see in this world." She gives the assassin a smile. "Sit. Have some beer."
Sarah: "Yeah. I say we take this to the sheriff." Sarah says, catching her breath and looking for Chu'Gris, making sure he had followed as well, before heading into town to look for the sheriff's office.
DM62: Chu'Gris raises an eyebrow. "And if they decide to eliminate the walking dead orc?"
Sarah: "Well...If you can be patient and just hide somewhere out of sight..."
DM62: Argast also looks concerned. "What exactly will we tell the sheriff?"
Roland yawns.
Sarah: "We'll tell him the meadery is infested with nymphs."
Hareng: "But I'm already sitting." The assassin joked, taking a few seconds before he actually moved to grab a mug. "Thanks." He said, reciprocating the girl's smile. "That's kind of worrysome, the being the last face I see, I mean. Heh. I'm rather afraid of death myself, so you're making me feel a bit awkward." The kid scratched the back of his head coyly as he admitted to that. "Well, I guess I wouldn't mind if it's your face, it's definitely pretty. What is your name?"
DM62: "So... beastmen are having sex in the meadery?"
Rowenna: "That's the goddess honest truth isn't it. And if you're really worried Chu'Gris that you'll be found out then just stay here while a few of us report the situation."
Sarah: "Yeah. We'll tell him that. Also tell them they're using a magical flute to make sure they get the picture." Sarah says, nodding in confidence. "Now come on, let's go report this to the Sheriff." Sarah says as she makes a beeline for the Sheriff's office.
DM62: Argast sighs, going along. "How do we know it's a magic flute?"
Sarah: "We don't. But I'm guessing the risk of it being one will be of importance to the sheriff, what with the no-magic ordinance."
Rowenna: "With those beasts, I'm certain magic is involved. Have you ever know saytrs to be persuasive individuals? They're usually just drunken fools."
DM62: Meanwhile, the woman is sipping at her tea. "Scared of death? Well... we should get along greeeeeat." She shrugs, taking another sip. "I'm Lethe. Who are you?"
DM62: The wooden building that houses the sheriff's office is well-lit, and the group enters... spotting a satyr sitting behind a desk, stroking his braided goatee. He turns, looking at the group as they enter. "Ah! Visitors. Welcome. Have you come to declare yourselves as magical creatures?"
Roland sits outside.
Sarah stops the moment she sees the sheriff and turns back to the party. "Well shit."
Rowenna: "Wait...what?" Rowenna was honestly a little surprised by the situation. "Uhm...so you're in charge? Why would you have that provision when you're a magical creature yourself? Dosen't it seem a little...odd?"
Hareng: Koel laughed quielty, nodding at the woman before he spoke. "Ah, a pretty name. Well, I'm just a young servant, a bit of a mercenary. Name's Hareng." The kid leaned into his chair, his mind working to figure out what the girl meant with her words... and trying to avoid thinking about a rather obvious conclusion. "I was about to lie and say we're a bunch of travelers... but seeing you can at least infer my condition I really can't do that, can I? Anyways... Who are you, or what are you? S-sorry if the question is too forward."
DM62: The satyr with the braided black beard looks a bit insulted. "Satyrs aren't magical creatures. Just regular beastfolk, trying to get by." He leans forward. "Might I ask your names, and the reason for your visit to our lovely town of Haven?"
Rowenna: "Didn't the town have a different name? And don't you use magic though? Wouldn't that count? I'm honestly a little confused right now."
Sarah: "Just...Stopping by." Sarah says, gulping. "Eh...We thought there was something amiss at the meadery...But apparently it isn't...So unless you consider Kitsune magical creatures I'm just...Going to leave..." Sarah says, nervously scooting towards the door.
Rowenna: "But anyway, we're just passing through. Shouldn't be here more then a day or two I suppose."
Rowenna: "Same with me...I'm a werewolf. Valhal by birth and inflected with the curse."
DM62: The sheriff sighs. "We're trying to change that... Swampedge isn't exactly the kind of name to bring tourists and travelers. And it's a lovely town. But try convincing the map-makers to revise the name on their work. Bastards." He shrugs. "Right... I'll need your names. And I'll need you to drink a suppression potion." He pulls two small, pinkish vials from under his desk. Argast gives the kitsune and Valhal a disapproving look, shaking his head.
Sarah: "Uh. No. You may not realize this but...If my magic is suppressed someone very important will die." the Kitsune says, folding her arms over her chest.
DM62: "I'm also a servant. I was chatting with one of your associates recently. A certain... watery sort, if you take my meaning. I escorted her to the Aether... and I helped arrange her return." She sips at her tea again.
Rowenna: "And honestly, I've never tried to supress my affliction. I don't know what would happen if we were in town and a full moon rolls around."
DM62: The satyr folds his arms. "Never heard of magic keeping someone alive... but I suppose we'd want to consult the mayor about this, if you still want to stay in our lovely little town."
Hareng: "W-water? Y-you mean... Vand?" For a moment, the kid's smile his face turning from a bit of sadness before he fully processed what the woman had just said, giving her a big, relieved smile. "She's going to return?" The kid tried to calm himself a bit, feeling just a little out of place considering for how little time he actually knew her compared to the rest of the party. "By the way... I'm honored to be in the presence of a servant of the goddess of death." Hareng said, bowing his head deeply as a show of respect. "Admittedly, I'm also scared stiff now." He joked.
Sarah: "Well, yeah. Let's talk to the mayor. Because I sure as hell am not about to let my friend die because of some stupid suppression potion." Sarah says, nodding her head.
DM62: Lethe sips her tea again. "I'm only a half-breed, dear. I don't have all the powers of a Harvester... but I do see death. I see deaths of the past. And I see deaths in the future. Even yours, despite the curse you wear."
DM62: Sonja is now finishing her third ale, and the cute barmaid smiles. "Would you folks like some horns of mead, to wash down your dinner?"
DM62: The Sheriff nods. "Alright... let's go see the mayor. She makes her home in the basement of the mead brewery."
Rowenna: "Wait what? You've got to be kidding me. We just came from there."
Sarah: "S-She does? Then she must be the strange aura I sensed inside..." Sarah says idly, a thoughtful look on her face.
Roland yawns.
Hareng: "I see." The kid nodded slowly, his eyes landing on Lethe again. "Even my own death... I'm definitely a bit unnerved about that, eheh... regardless, it's a honor, whether a half breed or not." The kid bowed quickly again. "R-returning to the topic. Vand is going to return?" His voice sounded rather hopeful, happy even as he repeated those words.
DM62: The satyr nods, rising. "Indeed. I'll lead the way." He gestures for the party to step outside with him.
Sarah nods, moving to fall in line behind the Satyr, muttering about her rotten luck.
Miter nods a bit in agreement with the request about alehorns. "Aye, sounds like a plan," she mumbles between mouthfuls as she soon grows close to stuffed.
Rowenna: "Come on Roland. Keep your chin up. We'll get you a decent meal soon enough. Just gotta take care of some business." She'd sigh though as she followed, a little curious as to what this might involve
DM62: Lethe nods. "She's already back... sort of. Though I'm not sure if you'd recognize her..." The gray-haired female looks uncomfortable for a moment. "There are... politics at work, even in the Aether. Full-blooded servants of the Goddesses are forbidden to intervene in this conflict, for now... but she's being allowed to return as a half-breed. In Rabeernst."
Roland follows along, grumbling a bit wolfishly
DM62: The wench nods, bringing over horns of mead for the group, along with the elf who was cleaning tables earlier. Sonja is still a half an ale ahead of the goblin, and is showing no signs of slowing, though Aisalla is all caught up and not even showing any signs of being tipsy.
Hareng: "That definitely sounds like a pain... but Ranbeernst, you said? That's quite convenient, we're definitely headed there too. Is that the goddesses' doing as well?" Hareng pondered quietly. Though he lifted his eyes up towards Lethe again. "Are you only here to deliver the message then?"
DM62: The satyr sheriff leads the group back to the meadery, knocking on the double doors, which open. He smiles at the members of the ongoing orgy. "Just here to see the mayor, folks." The fat, flute-playing satyr stops playing for a moment, looking up and nodding. Then the sheriff leads the group to a set of cellar doors in the earth, swinging them open for the group.
DM62: Lethe nods. "There are no coincidences, for the goddesses. I'm here to give Roland a scent that will help you all to find Vand in her new form. And I've also come to escort one of you to Lunis, following the impending and very interesting demise that awaits one of your group in the next five minutes." She gives a small smile.
Sarah keeps her eyes low, not making eye contact with any of the people inside the meadery out of a mixture of embarrassment and shame, following the Sheriff when he throws open the cellar door.
Roland follows along, sneezing again, and making his way down the stairs
Hareng froze solid as he heard Lethe, his jaw hanging low while his eyes, focused on Lethe, stared into the proverbial nothing. "The death of one of our group?" He said, swallowing hard at the sound of his own words. He quickly looked around, trying to find everyone... but he quickly remembered half the group was still out there... "What do you mean an interesting demise? I-is there no way to prevent it?" He said with a hushed, if desperate voice.
Rowenna: "You are quite vocal today aren't you boy? Don't worry, I'll try to make it up to you later. That sound good?"
Roland looks at Rowenna and stares a moment before looking back to the path they are taking
Rowenna: "Don't you give me that look! I'm doing the best I can right now"
DM62: Lethe shakes her head. "If it could be prevented, Lunis would not permit me to say." She gazes meaningfully at Hareng. "But all of you will die soon enough." She sips her tea.
The lower level of the mead brewery is dimly lit. There's a female figure, resting in what looks to be an oddly-shaped hammock... but she turns in an odd way to face the group as they enter. Veils cover her head and hair, though the group can still sense that the mayor is staring at them... smelling them.
Hareng: "... Can I have another ale, please?" The kid said as his curled fist banged lightly on the table. Definitely restless as he looked at the group in the inn... "Someone in the group is going to die in a few minutes... and we're all going to die soon?" The assassin leaned back on his chair, almost slumping down on it. "S-Sonja! Aisalla!" Finally he cried out, his voice already somewhat hoarse despite the mug he'd just finished.
Roland huffs, seeming bothered by something but not growling yet.
DM62: Lethe looks at Hareng with a deadpan expression... then the side of her lip curls slightly. Then she bursts out laughing. "Sorry... I'm just fucking with you, kid!"
Sarah gulps as she notices the strange figure, her tail tucked between her legs, and her ears flat against her head. "H-Hello...M-Miss Mayor..."
Rowenna sighs. A little annoyed with the wolf. "Look, just go back to the inn if that'll calm you down. Or stay. But I don't want to hear anymore complaints." She grumbled but would focus back on the figure restin gin the hammock. "And you're the mayor I take it. So any reason you have a provision against magical beings?"
Hareng: "Eh..." The kid's eye turned to glare at Lethe with a mix of confusion and surprise, his face devoid of color as he let out a shaky sigh. "You were... joking?" The kid muttered as his eyes started welling a bit with tears, before he finally allowed himself to take a deep breath again followed by a pitiful pant coming out of his mouth. "... Y-you almost killed me right there." He said as he pressed his hand against his skull from above, trying to keep down the slight headache he was starting to feel.
DM62: The mayor shrugs. "I like to know when they enter my domain. They are... more ussseful than other mortalsss..." Sarah, Rowenna, Argast, and Roland can feel their libidos rising... the need for fucking, to breed or be bred. The satyrs and women are entering the cellar via the single stairwell, spreading out around the newcomers.
Roland gives Rowenna a flat look, before growling a bit, even as his sheath starts to get a bit more prominant, feeling strange.
Sarah groans as she can feel her libido rising. "Oh no...No you don't..." Sarah says, reaching out to tug on the little mental wire she left connecting her and her Orc zombie, her safety line to tell him to come get her. "N-Not about...To partake in an orgy with these ugly things..." she says, moving to try and move closer to the mayor, away from the Satyrs.
DM62: Lethe chuckles, her face red from laughing so hard. "Sorry... you're such an easy mark. But seriously I do work for Lunis, and I brought a message for Roland. Only his olfactory sense is keen enough to track Vand down in her new state. And it still won't be easy. You'll need to travel to the great port-city of Aneb-Kha, in the far south of Rabeernst." She sips at her tea again... and Ulyana quietly sits down next to Hareng. "It was a fucked up joke. Funny... but really fucked up."
Rowenna: "Hell no. I've had to suppress worse then this. I'm not about to become someones tool." Rowenna braced herself, trying to steel her resolve against the affect. She'd switch forms if she had to and run, knowing her as a wolf might have better luck slipping out. Course, that's if she was able to get past the crowd.
Hareng: "Ah, U-Ulyana." Hareng said, almost jumping out of his chair in surprise. His heart was definitely still racing after the little joke played on him. "So only Roland can actually do this..." The kid finally sighed, "The great port city of Aneb-Kha, huh? I've only heard of that once before... So Vand will be... a completely different person then?"
DM62: The sheriff moves next to the creature in the hammock. "Mistress... I mean, Mayor, I brought them! Can I please have another taste?" The creature chuckles, turning in the hammock... and the party can see a snake-like lower body on the creature... her lower half. Her breasts are glistening with pink droplets of some sort of odd milk. "Of courssse..." The smell of the milk alone brings an urgent need to breed to the party, and the satyr latches onto one of the breasts hungrily, jerking off involuntarily. She indulges him for a few seconds, before pushing him away and flipping out of the hammock in a move that is both awkward and graceful. Her head and hair are still hidden in veils. "Ssstay a while. I... insssissst." The satyrs are closing in, looking to prevent any escape.
DM62: "She'll be a djinni. A half-breed servant, like me. That'll keep her from attracting the notice of the Goddesses. Vand will likely be bound in the service of the Kingdom of the Sun... worshippers of the Sun Goddess, Khastorian."
Roland growls, even as the head of his canine cock emerges, growling and moving in front of the others, even as he presses against Rowenna a bit.
Rowenna: "Anyone know how to pick locks?"
Sarah: "Auras are something special only we Kitsune can sense. Think of it like a passing glance into the soul of someone. Manipulating auras is somewhat of required for necromancy." Sarah says, seeming quite proud of herself.
DM62: A few minutes later, the barmaid returns, putting a platter of spiced potatoes, bacon, and ale in front of the party. "We usually have some mead, but the brewery recently went to a new owner, and they're experimenting with the flavor."
DM62: Argast shrugs. "It's not locked, technically. Looks like they have a bar in the handles, on the other side of that door. Just need to slide something thin up beneath it... but they'll see it happen, unless we get lucky."
Sarah: "Well, if they see it, so what. I just wanna find out what that strange aura is!" Sarah says, eager to figure out a way to open the door. "Anyone have something long and thin to stick in there?"
DM62: Meanwhile, Sonja grabs a pint of ale from the barmaid. "Betcha ya can't keep up," she sneers to Miter, starting to chug the first mug.
Miter: The goblin looks quite pleased at the sight of some proper food, and quickly dives in, her first bite going into the bacon. She glares a little at the harpy, but has her mouth too full of food to care at the moment.
Rowenna: "Well, I don't know if my halberd blade is thin enough and they might hear the metal scraping against things. Anything else?"
Roland starts looking back at the inn with the food while everyones talking
Sarah: "Well, we could search for another door to go in. Or we could just have Chu'Gris ram to door open."
DM62: Aisalla, too, is gorging herself on spiced potatoes... then bacon. "So... good... so greasy... barmaid... I think we'll need another platter.
Don sat at the table and enjoyed some of the food, but he ate sparringly, having had his fill yesterday from the faun.
Hareng decided to stay away from the food for a bit, sniffing at his mug a little to check if he could pick up anything strange from it, and if he didn't he'd gladly one good mouthful to wash down his throat. "Not much of an appetite, Mister Don?" He asked, somewhat jokingly.
DM62: There's also a brunette serving food in another part of the inn and a blonde elf clearing tables.
Don: "Heh, I had...quite the meal last night, even if I had to share it. So I'm not terribly hungry at the moment, but this food is rather good."
DM62: Argast sighs. "Well... I've got a stiletto if we really want to open these doors. But, like I said... very good chance they notice." Argast produces a long, sharp dagger from a boot sheath, looking about the others for confirmation.
Sarah: "Do it Argast. Let's see what's going on in there." Sarah says with a gentle clapping of her hands in excitement. "I've never felt an aura like this before. I wanna see who it belongs to!"
Hareng: "So I heard." Hareng nodded, giving a bit of a knowing smile before he drank some more. The place seemed good enough, but he couldn't help but to have just a bit of a bad feeling about it all... the attention was great though, and hearing the vampire minotaur say that the food tasted 'rather good' was definitely making Hareng feel like digging in as well, though he went with a meager portion for himself, just to be on the safe side. "What do you think's taking the other's so long? I'm getting a bit worried."
Roland sits and scratches an ear.
Rowenna: "Wouldn't hurt for us to be a little more decisive in the future. I mean, it's only a door.:
DM62: Don notices a stranger, a woman with gray hair, quietly staring at the party as she sips at what looks like a mixture of water and herbs.
DM62: Argast shrugs. "Alright, then. I guess you'd best be ready for anything." He deftly slips the blade between the double-doors, knocking the bar out from the handles. It hits the dirt floor with a muted but audible clattering.
Sarah smiles, and moves to grab hold of the door handle, moving to open it slowly so she isn't surprised by anything on the other side, peeking into the meadery.
DM62: Within the mead brewery are a half-dozen satyrs, as well as what looks to be a dozen females in various states of sexual activity. Most of the satyrs are drinking while they smut the women, though there's a particularly fat satyr who's laying upon his back, enjoying fellatio from a busty blonde while playing his flute. He stops the song, looking over at the party curiously... and the other satyrs look over as well.
DM62: Hareng also notices the gray-haired stranger.
Roland looks at the satyrs and stand sup.
Sarah gulps, before moving to close the door again quickly. "I...Say we run. Too many to fight..." the Kitsune says, turning and preparing to high-tail it out of there as swiftly as possible.
Rowenna: "Easy boy. Don't let them get to you." Rowenna would do her best to keep Roland calm. "Yeah that might be good. Close the door and forget what we saw."
Roland doesn't look aggresive yet, he just looks at the satrs then back at the others.
DM62: One of the satyrs opens his mouth to speak, when the party closes the doors.
Hareng would look back at the woman, feeling just slightly observed, and curious about why he noticed her in the first place... "Ah, if you excuse me." The young assassin muttered, bowing his head at Don before he stood up, figuring he could at least check the woman a little closer if she allowed. "Would you mind if I sit with you?" The assassin said with a smile as he approached the woman.
DM62: The woman shrugs. "Not like it matters. It will make no difference, I fear." She sighs, sipping at her hot beverage. "Suit yourself."
Miter, naturally, is too engrossed in nomming like hell out of the food, and taking an occasional drink of mead, glancing around.
Hareng: Not like it matters? Hmm, definitely found somewhat suspicious. The young assassin, would remain smiling, looking non-too phased by the threat as he looked at the woman a bit closer. "So it doesn't matter if Italked to you a bit more either, right? Or is that a problem?" The assassin would remain calm and collected. "Is there something going? Or do you not want to talk about that?" He said, though the woman would definitely feel her hair moving, before a bit of coldness touched her throat.
DM62: The woman gives a bitter smile. "You perceive my observation as a threat. How amusing... and predictable." She looks at Hareng. "You're... dead already, in a sense. It's unusual. So is your bull-man friend... in his own way. Though I've seen dhampyr before." She shrugs, sipping her tea again.
Roland looks up at the others who closed the door and then just walks and follows along
Hareng: "Well, it pays to be cautious, right?" Hareng smiled a bit more openly as he leaned forward, to get a better look at the woman. "Though I take it you won't really talk to me. That kind of hurts." The woman would feel the coldness receding as the young assassin joked. "I apologize for judging so quickly. We've all been through some jumpy situations, and a hot woman observing from afar got me a bit surprised. So if you're not a threat, are you perhaps a friendly?"
Sarah pants as she slows down once she realizes they aren't following. "Man...That was a close one. I've heard of those creatures before. I think they were called nymphs or something...They play magic to brainwash women's minds and make them sex slaves, or labor to brew booze for them to drink." the Kitsune says, recalling an old fairytale from long ago she had been told.
Rowenna: "I mean, this town seems to have such a big beef with magical creatures. Don't you think something like that going on in their walls would get their attention. Maybe we should bring this to the attention of the sheriff or someone in a position of authority." Rowenna tried to play the voice of reason as they retreated from the scene. "And yeah, I've heard that story before too, but strange they'd be settled in here."
DM62: The barmaid brings over another ale for Sonja, who is well-ahead of the goblin, stopping occasionally to wolf down some of the delicious spiced potatoes. The gray-haired woman shrugs. "I guess I can talk. I'm no threat, though I might be the last face you see in this world." She gives the assassin a smile. "Sit. Have some beer."
Sarah: "Yeah. I say we take this to the sheriff." Sarah says, catching her breath and looking for Chu'Gris, making sure he had followed as well, before heading into town to look for the sheriff's office.
DM62: Chu'Gris raises an eyebrow. "And if they decide to eliminate the walking dead orc?"
Sarah: "Well...If you can be patient and just hide somewhere out of sight..."
DM62: Argast also looks concerned. "What exactly will we tell the sheriff?"
Roland yawns.
Sarah: "We'll tell him the meadery is infested with nymphs."
Hareng: "But I'm already sitting." The assassin joked, taking a few seconds before he actually moved to grab a mug. "Thanks." He said, reciprocating the girl's smile. "That's kind of worrysome, the being the last face I see, I mean. Heh. I'm rather afraid of death myself, so you're making me feel a bit awkward." The kid scratched the back of his head coyly as he admitted to that. "Well, I guess I wouldn't mind if it's your face, it's definitely pretty. What is your name?"
DM62: "So... beastmen are having sex in the meadery?"
Rowenna: "That's the goddess honest truth isn't it. And if you're really worried Chu'Gris that you'll be found out then just stay here while a few of us report the situation."
Sarah: "Yeah. We'll tell him that. Also tell them they're using a magical flute to make sure they get the picture." Sarah says, nodding in confidence. "Now come on, let's go report this to the Sheriff." Sarah says as she makes a beeline for the Sheriff's office.
DM62: Argast sighs, going along. "How do we know it's a magic flute?"
Sarah: "We don't. But I'm guessing the risk of it being one will be of importance to the sheriff, what with the no-magic ordinance."
Rowenna: "With those beasts, I'm certain magic is involved. Have you ever know saytrs to be persuasive individuals? They're usually just drunken fools."
DM62: Meanwhile, the woman is sipping at her tea. "Scared of death? Well... we should get along greeeeeat." She shrugs, taking another sip. "I'm Lethe. Who are you?"
DM62: The wooden building that houses the sheriff's office is well-lit, and the group enters... spotting a satyr sitting behind a desk, stroking his braided goatee. He turns, looking at the group as they enter. "Ah! Visitors. Welcome. Have you come to declare yourselves as magical creatures?"
Roland sits outside.
Sarah stops the moment she sees the sheriff and turns back to the party. "Well shit."
Rowenna: "Wait...what?" Rowenna was honestly a little surprised by the situation. "Uhm...so you're in charge? Why would you have that provision when you're a magical creature yourself? Dosen't it seem a little...odd?"
Hareng: Koel laughed quielty, nodding at the woman before he spoke. "Ah, a pretty name. Well, I'm just a young servant, a bit of a mercenary. Name's Hareng." The kid leaned into his chair, his mind working to figure out what the girl meant with her words... and trying to avoid thinking about a rather obvious conclusion. "I was about to lie and say we're a bunch of travelers... but seeing you can at least infer my condition I really can't do that, can I? Anyways... Who are you, or what are you? S-sorry if the question is too forward."
DM62: The satyr with the braided black beard looks a bit insulted. "Satyrs aren't magical creatures. Just regular beastfolk, trying to get by." He leans forward. "Might I ask your names, and the reason for your visit to our lovely town of Haven?"
Rowenna: "Didn't the town have a different name? And don't you use magic though? Wouldn't that count? I'm honestly a little confused right now."
Sarah: "Just...Stopping by." Sarah says, gulping. "Eh...We thought there was something amiss at the meadery...But apparently it isn't...So unless you consider Kitsune magical creatures I'm just...Going to leave..." Sarah says, nervously scooting towards the door.
Rowenna: "But anyway, we're just passing through. Shouldn't be here more then a day or two I suppose."
Rowenna: "Same with me...I'm a werewolf. Valhal by birth and inflected with the curse."
DM62: The sheriff sighs. "We're trying to change that... Swampedge isn't exactly the kind of name to bring tourists and travelers. And it's a lovely town. But try convincing the map-makers to revise the name on their work. Bastards." He shrugs. "Right... I'll need your names. And I'll need you to drink a suppression potion." He pulls two small, pinkish vials from under his desk. Argast gives the kitsune and Valhal a disapproving look, shaking his head.
Sarah: "Uh. No. You may not realize this but...If my magic is suppressed someone very important will die." the Kitsune says, folding her arms over her chest.
DM62: "I'm also a servant. I was chatting with one of your associates recently. A certain... watery sort, if you take my meaning. I escorted her to the Aether... and I helped arrange her return." She sips at her tea again.
Rowenna: "And honestly, I've never tried to supress my affliction. I don't know what would happen if we were in town and a full moon rolls around."
DM62: The satyr folds his arms. "Never heard of magic keeping someone alive... but I suppose we'd want to consult the mayor about this, if you still want to stay in our lovely little town."
Hareng: "W-water? Y-you mean... Vand?" For a moment, the kid's smile his face turning from a bit of sadness before he fully processed what the woman had just said, giving her a big, relieved smile. "She's going to return?" The kid tried to calm himself a bit, feeling just a little out of place considering for how little time he actually knew her compared to the rest of the party. "By the way... I'm honored to be in the presence of a servant of the goddess of death." Hareng said, bowing his head deeply as a show of respect. "Admittedly, I'm also scared stiff now." He joked.
Sarah: "Well, yeah. Let's talk to the mayor. Because I sure as hell am not about to let my friend die because of some stupid suppression potion." Sarah says, nodding her head.
DM62: Lethe sips her tea again. "I'm only a half-breed, dear. I don't have all the powers of a Harvester... but I do see death. I see deaths of the past. And I see deaths in the future. Even yours, despite the curse you wear."
DM62: Sonja is now finishing her third ale, and the cute barmaid smiles. "Would you folks like some horns of mead, to wash down your dinner?"
DM62: The Sheriff nods. "Alright... let's go see the mayor. She makes her home in the basement of the mead brewery."
Rowenna: "Wait what? You've got to be kidding me. We just came from there."
Sarah: "S-She does? Then she must be the strange aura I sensed inside..." Sarah says idly, a thoughtful look on her face.
Roland yawns.
Hareng: "I see." The kid nodded slowly, his eyes landing on Lethe again. "Even my own death... I'm definitely a bit unnerved about that, eheh... regardless, it's a honor, whether a half breed or not." The kid bowed quickly again. "R-returning to the topic. Vand is going to return?" His voice sounded rather hopeful, happy even as he repeated those words.
DM62: The satyr nods, rising. "Indeed. I'll lead the way." He gestures for the party to step outside with him.
Sarah nods, moving to fall in line behind the Satyr, muttering about her rotten luck.
Miter nods a bit in agreement with the request about alehorns. "Aye, sounds like a plan," she mumbles between mouthfuls as she soon grows close to stuffed.
Rowenna: "Come on Roland. Keep your chin up. We'll get you a decent meal soon enough. Just gotta take care of some business." She'd sigh though as she followed, a little curious as to what this might involve
DM62: Lethe nods. "She's already back... sort of. Though I'm not sure if you'd recognize her..." The gray-haired female looks uncomfortable for a moment. "There are... politics at work, even in the Aether. Full-blooded servants of the Goddesses are forbidden to intervene in this conflict, for now... but she's being allowed to return as a half-breed. In Rabeernst."
Roland follows along, grumbling a bit wolfishly
DM62: The wench nods, bringing over horns of mead for the group, along with the elf who was cleaning tables earlier. Sonja is still a half an ale ahead of the goblin, and is showing no signs of slowing, though Aisalla is all caught up and not even showing any signs of being tipsy.
Hareng: "That definitely sounds like a pain... but Ranbeernst, you said? That's quite convenient, we're definitely headed there too. Is that the goddesses' doing as well?" Hareng pondered quietly. Though he lifted his eyes up towards Lethe again. "Are you only here to deliver the message then?"
DM62: The satyr sheriff leads the group back to the meadery, knocking on the double doors, which open. He smiles at the members of the ongoing orgy. "Just here to see the mayor, folks." The fat, flute-playing satyr stops playing for a moment, looking up and nodding. Then the sheriff leads the group to a set of cellar doors in the earth, swinging them open for the group.
DM62: Lethe nods. "There are no coincidences, for the goddesses. I'm here to give Roland a scent that will help you all to find Vand in her new form. And I've also come to escort one of you to Lunis, following the impending and very interesting demise that awaits one of your group in the next five minutes." She gives a small smile.
Sarah keeps her eyes low, not making eye contact with any of the people inside the meadery out of a mixture of embarrassment and shame, following the Sheriff when he throws open the cellar door.
Roland follows along, sneezing again, and making his way down the stairs
Hareng froze solid as he heard Lethe, his jaw hanging low while his eyes, focused on Lethe, stared into the proverbial nothing. "The death of one of our group?" He said, swallowing hard at the sound of his own words. He quickly looked around, trying to find everyone... but he quickly remembered half the group was still out there... "What do you mean an interesting demise? I-is there no way to prevent it?" He said with a hushed, if desperate voice.
Rowenna: "You are quite vocal today aren't you boy? Don't worry, I'll try to make it up to you later. That sound good?"
Roland looks at Rowenna and stares a moment before looking back to the path they are taking
Rowenna: "Don't you give me that look! I'm doing the best I can right now"
DM62: Lethe shakes her head. "If it could be prevented, Lunis would not permit me to say." She gazes meaningfully at Hareng. "But all of you will die soon enough." She sips her tea.
The lower level of the mead brewery is dimly lit. There's a female figure, resting in what looks to be an oddly-shaped hammock... but she turns in an odd way to face the group as they enter. Veils cover her head and hair, though the group can still sense that the mayor is staring at them... smelling them.
Hareng: "... Can I have another ale, please?" The kid said as his curled fist banged lightly on the table. Definitely restless as he looked at the group in the inn... "Someone in the group is going to die in a few minutes... and we're all going to die soon?" The assassin leaned back on his chair, almost slumping down on it. "S-Sonja! Aisalla!" Finally he cried out, his voice already somewhat hoarse despite the mug he'd just finished.
Roland huffs, seeming bothered by something but not growling yet.
DM62: Lethe looks at Hareng with a deadpan expression... then the side of her lip curls slightly. Then she bursts out laughing. "Sorry... I'm just fucking with you, kid!"
Sarah gulps as she notices the strange figure, her tail tucked between her legs, and her ears flat against her head. "H-Hello...M-Miss Mayor..."
Rowenna sighs. A little annoyed with the wolf. "Look, just go back to the inn if that'll calm you down. Or stay. But I don't want to hear anymore complaints." She grumbled but would focus back on the figure restin gin the hammock. "And you're the mayor I take it. So any reason you have a provision against magical beings?"
Hareng: "Eh..." The kid's eye turned to glare at Lethe with a mix of confusion and surprise, his face devoid of color as he let out a shaky sigh. "You were... joking?" The kid muttered as his eyes started welling a bit with tears, before he finally allowed himself to take a deep breath again followed by a pitiful pant coming out of his mouth. "... Y-you almost killed me right there." He said as he pressed his hand against his skull from above, trying to keep down the slight headache he was starting to feel.
DM62: The mayor shrugs. "I like to know when they enter my domain. They are... more ussseful than other mortalsss..." Sarah, Rowenna, Argast, and Roland can feel their libidos rising... the need for fucking, to breed or be bred. The satyrs and women are entering the cellar via the single stairwell, spreading out around the newcomers.
Roland gives Rowenna a flat look, before growling a bit, even as his sheath starts to get a bit more prominant, feeling strange.
Sarah groans as she can feel her libido rising. "Oh no...No you don't..." Sarah says, reaching out to tug on the little mental wire she left connecting her and her Orc zombie, her safety line to tell him to come get her. "N-Not about...To partake in an orgy with these ugly things..." she says, moving to try and move closer to the mayor, away from the Satyrs.
DM62: Lethe chuckles, her face red from laughing so hard. "Sorry... you're such an easy mark. But seriously I do work for Lunis, and I brought a message for Roland. Only his olfactory sense is keen enough to track Vand down in her new state. And it still won't be easy. You'll need to travel to the great port-city of Aneb-Kha, in the far south of Rabeernst." She sips at her tea again... and Ulyana quietly sits down next to Hareng. "It was a fucked up joke. Funny... but really fucked up."
Rowenna: "Hell no. I've had to suppress worse then this. I'm not about to become someones tool." Rowenna braced herself, trying to steel her resolve against the affect. She'd switch forms if she had to and run, knowing her as a wolf might have better luck slipping out. Course, that's if she was able to get past the crowd.
Hareng: "Ah, U-Ulyana." Hareng said, almost jumping out of his chair in surprise. His heart was definitely still racing after the little joke played on him. "So only Roland can actually do this..." The kid finally sighed, "The great port city of Aneb-Kha, huh? I've only heard of that once before... So Vand will be... a completely different person then?"
DM62: The sheriff moves next to the creature in the hammock. "Mistress... I mean, Mayor, I brought them! Can I please have another taste?" The creature chuckles, turning in the hammock... and the party can see a snake-like lower body on the creature... her lower half. Her breasts are glistening with pink droplets of some sort of odd milk. "Of courssse..." The smell of the milk alone brings an urgent need to breed to the party, and the satyr latches onto one of the breasts hungrily, jerking off involuntarily. She indulges him for a few seconds, before pushing him away and flipping out of the hammock in a move that is both awkward and graceful. Her head and hair are still hidden in veils. "Ssstay a while. I... insssissst." The satyrs are closing in, looking to prevent any escape.
DM62: "She'll be a djinni. A half-breed servant, like me. That'll keep her from attracting the notice of the Goddesses. Vand will likely be bound in the service of the Kingdom of the Sun... worshippers of the Sun Goddess, Khastorian."
Roland growls, even as the head of his canine cock emerges, growling and moving in front of the others, even as he presses against Rowenna a bit.