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Re: Expedition to the Eldritch Mountain
(Note: Options I don't respond to just lead to other paths/have ended)
Bondage Mistres Gameover
//Well, trust me, a .. certain clientel quite enjoy such things, no, I don't even men 'perverts' but.. erotic romance.//
"The training doesn't stop until you are happy to be trained!" The leather-dominatrix insisted, as another crack of the whip came down upon Bridget. Meanwhile, the servant-thing, not only content molesting her, had begun dressing her up.. in a matching rubbery submissive outfit, she realized. With another crack of the whip Bridget yelped until she realized, this time, the whip-crack hadn't even been for her, but for the other leather-slut by her side. For a moment she noticed how disappointed she was.. then, she realized, just what had happened, but before that perverse realization could sink in, so did another whack of the whip, making her mewl and pant... and giving her just what she wanted..
And the training was just beginning..
Forcing the East-Door open
With a lot of effort Bridget rams her shoulder into the door.. painfully. Then, she does it again. And again. She whimpers at the painful spot this effort leaves her, but fianlly she can tear away a few of the wooden cracks from the door, opening it up fully. On the wall of the room behind hangs an ever-burning torch which shines its light among an assortment of blades, shields, helments and even armors. Bridget examines the assorted goods, but finds nothing superior to her own, infact, some of the equipment is rusty and inferior.. however, one small potion with a silvery start gets your attention.. a potion of health, a strong one even, that will restore your health beyond normal, if you aren't all that injured yet! With a big smile, you guzzle it down in one go, feeling restored and empowered.
You heal +20% hitpoints, -5% Corruption.
But breaking open the door cost you 1 point of strength.
Afterwards you make your way out north, deciding to [[check out the portcullis in the north]]
Freeing the tortured elf!
The torturers are suprised, and more used in their.. craft than actual combat. Bridget quickly cuts down, though the whip sinking into her flash gets her distracted with strange, tingly hot thoughts for a moment, before she sends the other creature flying. The elf seems unconscious, even as Bridget frees her, finally, her eysflutter open and she looks at Bridget with confusion, before trying to lean in for a kiss.. have they broken her?
[[Accept the Kiss]]
[[Hold the elf back.]]
+1% corruption, -3% health
Torturing the elf
The elf bounces slightly when slapped upon her breasts, with the two lesser cult-creatures watching, then grinning and cheering, clearly impressed with Bridgets.. convincing approach. It felt.. good to be in charge. She felt dominant and in control for a change. After a moment the elf looks up, her eyes cloudy, broken. "Sorry mistress.. hmnn the pain, it just felt too good.. may I have another?" Bridget is happy to indulge her.. but realizes she can't stay around -forever- After.. enjoying the elf for a while she has to leave and the little slut advices she pull the left lever at the portcullis. One of the leathery servants also tells her the other door leads to a weapons chamber, with little of interest to her.
+3% corruption.
That learned she decides she might as well [[check out the portcullis in the north]]
Pulling the left Lever
Bridget screams out in pain as the lever, infact a razor sharp blade, disguised with a thin layer of paint, bites into her hand. Using her off-hand to bandage the wound she is delayed for quite a while as she tries to stop the bleeding.. any more mistakes like this and it might get dangerous for her. It seems she has no choice but to turn back, forget about this accursed dungeon.. or try the [[right lever]]
-17% health
Pulling the right Lever
A grinding of metal on metal announces.. the heavy portcullis slowly opening before her. Could this thing be any louder? Bridget worries that any creature within underground must have heard that one. Either way, the path ahead is now free as the portcullis disappears underground. Now, the path before Bridget parts again.
[[The way west]] Leads downwards and seems to part once more ahead, into the darkness. The only discernable feature of the path is that leading there seem to be a few drops of a white ooze on the ground. The ooze smells suspiciously.. sexual.
[[The way North-east]] Similiarly seems to lead ahead and then split up into two paths, though Bridget thinks she spot a scribbled note in the distance.
no matter which way you take, it seems this place is a damn maze. Bridget can't help but wonder if this is on purpose, if someone is hiding something deep within this mountain.
(Note: Options I don't respond to just lead to other paths/have ended)
Bondage Mistres Gameover
//Well, trust me, a .. certain clientel quite enjoy such things, no, I don't even men 'perverts' but.. erotic romance.//
"The training doesn't stop until you are happy to be trained!" The leather-dominatrix insisted, as another crack of the whip came down upon Bridget. Meanwhile, the servant-thing, not only content molesting her, had begun dressing her up.. in a matching rubbery submissive outfit, she realized. With another crack of the whip Bridget yelped until she realized, this time, the whip-crack hadn't even been for her, but for the other leather-slut by her side. For a moment she noticed how disappointed she was.. then, she realized, just what had happened, but before that perverse realization could sink in, so did another whack of the whip, making her mewl and pant... and giving her just what she wanted..
And the training was just beginning..
Forcing the East-Door open
With a lot of effort Bridget rams her shoulder into the door.. painfully. Then, she does it again. And again. She whimpers at the painful spot this effort leaves her, but fianlly she can tear away a few of the wooden cracks from the door, opening it up fully. On the wall of the room behind hangs an ever-burning torch which shines its light among an assortment of blades, shields, helments and even armors. Bridget examines the assorted goods, but finds nothing superior to her own, infact, some of the equipment is rusty and inferior.. however, one small potion with a silvery start gets your attention.. a potion of health, a strong one even, that will restore your health beyond normal, if you aren't all that injured yet! With a big smile, you guzzle it down in one go, feeling restored and empowered.
You heal +20% hitpoints, -5% Corruption.
But breaking open the door cost you 1 point of strength.
Afterwards you make your way out north, deciding to [[check out the portcullis in the north]]
Freeing the tortured elf!
The torturers are suprised, and more used in their.. craft than actual combat. Bridget quickly cuts down, though the whip sinking into her flash gets her distracted with strange, tingly hot thoughts for a moment, before she sends the other creature flying. The elf seems unconscious, even as Bridget frees her, finally, her eysflutter open and she looks at Bridget with confusion, before trying to lean in for a kiss.. have they broken her?
[[Accept the Kiss]]
[[Hold the elf back.]]
+1% corruption, -3% health
Torturing the elf
The elf bounces slightly when slapped upon her breasts, with the two lesser cult-creatures watching, then grinning and cheering, clearly impressed with Bridgets.. convincing approach. It felt.. good to be in charge. She felt dominant and in control for a change. After a moment the elf looks up, her eyes cloudy, broken. "Sorry mistress.. hmnn the pain, it just felt too good.. may I have another?" Bridget is happy to indulge her.. but realizes she can't stay around -forever- After.. enjoying the elf for a while she has to leave and the little slut advices she pull the left lever at the portcullis. One of the leathery servants also tells her the other door leads to a weapons chamber, with little of interest to her.
+3% corruption.
That learned she decides she might as well [[check out the portcullis in the north]]
Pulling the left Lever
Bridget screams out in pain as the lever, infact a razor sharp blade, disguised with a thin layer of paint, bites into her hand. Using her off-hand to bandage the wound she is delayed for quite a while as she tries to stop the bleeding.. any more mistakes like this and it might get dangerous for her. It seems she has no choice but to turn back, forget about this accursed dungeon.. or try the [[right lever]]
-17% health
Pulling the right Lever
A grinding of metal on metal announces.. the heavy portcullis slowly opening before her. Could this thing be any louder? Bridget worries that any creature within underground must have heard that one. Either way, the path ahead is now free as the portcullis disappears underground. Now, the path before Bridget parts again.
[[The way west]] Leads downwards and seems to part once more ahead, into the darkness. The only discernable feature of the path is that leading there seem to be a few drops of a white ooze on the ground. The ooze smells suspiciously.. sexual.
[[The way North-east]] Similiarly seems to lead ahead and then split up into two paths, though Bridget thinks she spot a scribbled note in the distance.
no matter which way you take, it seems this place is a damn maze. Bridget can't help but wonder if this is on purpose, if someone is hiding something deep within this mountain.