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The story of the Chaos Dragon, one that seldom few knew about outside of the Kingdom of Pinnocia, told of heroes who rose to stop a dragon who corrupted the world by removing its morals and corrupting the mortals of the land. Those heroes were unable to defeat the dragon, forced to seal her and enlist the aid of their wizard to inscribe a counter curse upon their bodies such that chaos would never touch them or their off spring come the time that the dragon would be free of her seal.
When that day came, The Chained, descendants of the heroes of yore, were ill prepared and ill suited to the task. None of the descendants were prepared to handle the threat, and by the time word got out that Pinnocia had been taken over by the Chaos Dragon's influence, it was already spreading into neighboring lands like an unstoppable plague. With the known hero descendants missing within the chaos of the kingdom, and the dragon far more prepared than ever before, it seemed like only the gods could help stop the tide of Chaos.
As Chaos raged, the rest of the world continued to live and prosper, action being taken against the tide while most others lived their lives. This included three individual women who were so far removed from that kingdom that they never even knew the purpose of their tattoo, their mark inscribed by the wizard of yore. None expected the descendants to fail in their quest, but neither did anyone expect unlikely heroes to appear, to possibly grant hope where most found it lost. In far off lands, these heroines were living their lives in ignorance.
Charlotte was in the midst of a dwarven ceremony particular to her clan. So far removed was she from her original upbringing that the true meaning of the chain was lost on her. She served in the midst of trial by combat among many suiters seeking to best her and take her hand, when an unusual suitor appeared, moving as if possessed by foul spirits. A rather powerful dwarf from an unknown land appeared, and defeated her with surprising ease, sealing her fate to become his fiance as he took her to his bed to mate with her... While she and everyone were ignorant to the grip of Chaos on his person... Of course, his wiles had no effect on her, so it was seemingly just another night with a different fiance... Until the night came, and her suitor began to utter a corrupt spell...
Tia was in the midst of enjoying her breakfast in a loosely populated forest, far from the laws of the land and from those with overbearing morals. She barely had a chance to know that a spell was being cast that would spirit her away from her comfortable situation... Such as it was, time passed by as it always did for her. She took to enjoying a bath out of fancy, later on. Her life as whimsical as her desires. As she sank into her bath, she was unaware of the cage that approached to seal her freedom, as a strange sleep overtook her.
Finally, Sarah, an ever so faithful servant to the people, felt a chill as the grace of the gods seemed to leave the church, and its members becoming ever so less faithful. Her nights tortured by influences of an unknown monster trying to reach her soul, kept away by chains of magical make, as her former friends of the church gathered at her door... "She's one of them... Chaos demands all chains be broken. Spirit her away while she slumbers from the drug we put into her drink. Cast the spell... And send her to 'him'." said the pastor, before menacing figures moved on her helpless figure, and the gods blind to their servant's abduction...
Meanwhile, in Pinnocia... Sages gather, collaborating on the spell their goddess bestowed upon them. In the ritualistic circle they gathered, passing on the scrolls for each to read. "By Chaos will and freedom divine, she demands a gift to her sons. The descendants of the ones who imprisoned her shall be delivered to us, to become the servants of his majesty, Qaysor the Regal... To create new sons and spread the power of Chaos..." they chanted, focusing on their spell... As each of their agents chanted in unison as well... Charlotte, Tia, and Sarah, bearers of the chain, remnants of the old enemy... Willing them forth in their weakest moments to bring them to their master to serve his desires.
With a flash of magic unholy, they appeared. Three women, dressed in naught. A dwarf, a human, and an elf. The man of note watched as his wives appeared, helplessly under a sleep spell. "Do not touch them. I want them to be clean before I mate with them. Clean them and have them ready in the dungeon and inform me of when they wake." he declared, and his minions bowed and obeyed... Taking the three bodies from the main camp and to the dungeons below the captured town...
Status:
The three girls awoke to find themselves inside of a dungeon, far from where they used to be. They were seemingly deprived of their previous belongings.
They were in a cell, closed off from a small room with spartan decor, sans a fresh looking chest that seemed to not have been sitting for a long time. A female drow guarded the cage from the chair she sat on, but she was sound asleep with her legs propped upon the table, her phallus visible just slightly from under her loin cloth due to her legs pushing her genitals outward. The floors and walls were solid rock, and the bars holding them inside their cell were made of shabby wood that looked as ancient and dusty as the caverns itself. In the cell were some odd metal pins, as if they were used for hair ornaments or bun holders. Useful perhaps for picking the lock on the wooden cage, which also seemed brittle enough to perhaps break at the cost of loud sounds, if the one doing the breaking even had the power to do so.
When that day came, The Chained, descendants of the heroes of yore, were ill prepared and ill suited to the task. None of the descendants were prepared to handle the threat, and by the time word got out that Pinnocia had been taken over by the Chaos Dragon's influence, it was already spreading into neighboring lands like an unstoppable plague. With the known hero descendants missing within the chaos of the kingdom, and the dragon far more prepared than ever before, it seemed like only the gods could help stop the tide of Chaos.
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As Chaos raged, the rest of the world continued to live and prosper, action being taken against the tide while most others lived their lives. This included three individual women who were so far removed from that kingdom that they never even knew the purpose of their tattoo, their mark inscribed by the wizard of yore. None expected the descendants to fail in their quest, but neither did anyone expect unlikely heroes to appear, to possibly grant hope where most found it lost. In far off lands, these heroines were living their lives in ignorance.
Charlotte was in the midst of a dwarven ceremony particular to her clan. So far removed was she from her original upbringing that the true meaning of the chain was lost on her. She served in the midst of trial by combat among many suiters seeking to best her and take her hand, when an unusual suitor appeared, moving as if possessed by foul spirits. A rather powerful dwarf from an unknown land appeared, and defeated her with surprising ease, sealing her fate to become his fiance as he took her to his bed to mate with her... While she and everyone were ignorant to the grip of Chaos on his person... Of course, his wiles had no effect on her, so it was seemingly just another night with a different fiance... Until the night came, and her suitor began to utter a corrupt spell...
Tia was in the midst of enjoying her breakfast in a loosely populated forest, far from the laws of the land and from those with overbearing morals. She barely had a chance to know that a spell was being cast that would spirit her away from her comfortable situation... Such as it was, time passed by as it always did for her. She took to enjoying a bath out of fancy, later on. Her life as whimsical as her desires. As she sank into her bath, she was unaware of the cage that approached to seal her freedom, as a strange sleep overtook her.
Finally, Sarah, an ever so faithful servant to the people, felt a chill as the grace of the gods seemed to leave the church, and its members becoming ever so less faithful. Her nights tortured by influences of an unknown monster trying to reach her soul, kept away by chains of magical make, as her former friends of the church gathered at her door... "She's one of them... Chaos demands all chains be broken. Spirit her away while she slumbers from the drug we put into her drink. Cast the spell... And send her to 'him'." said the pastor, before menacing figures moved on her helpless figure, and the gods blind to their servant's abduction...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Meanwhile, in Pinnocia... Sages gather, collaborating on the spell their goddess bestowed upon them. In the ritualistic circle they gathered, passing on the scrolls for each to read. "By Chaos will and freedom divine, she demands a gift to her sons. The descendants of the ones who imprisoned her shall be delivered to us, to become the servants of his majesty, Qaysor the Regal... To create new sons and spread the power of Chaos..." they chanted, focusing on their spell... As each of their agents chanted in unison as well... Charlotte, Tia, and Sarah, bearers of the chain, remnants of the old enemy... Willing them forth in their weakest moments to bring them to their master to serve his desires.
With a flash of magic unholy, they appeared. Three women, dressed in naught. A dwarf, a human, and an elf. The man of note watched as his wives appeared, helplessly under a sleep spell. "Do not touch them. I want them to be clean before I mate with them. Clean them and have them ready in the dungeon and inform me of when they wake." he declared, and his minions bowed and obeyed... Taking the three bodies from the main camp and to the dungeons below the captured town...
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Status:
Tia: Fine, Nude, Unarmed
Trauma: 0 / 100
Orgasm: [][][]
HP: 9/9
AC: 15
Charlotte: Fine, Nude, Unarmed
Trauma: 3 / 100
Orgasm: [][][]
HP: 13/13
AC: 16
Sarah: Fine, Nude, Unarmed
Trauma: 0 / 100
Orgasm: [][][]
HP: 8/8
AC: 15
Trauma: 0 / 100
Orgasm: [][][]
HP: 9/9
AC: 15
Charlotte: Fine, Nude, Unarmed
Trauma: 3 / 100
Orgasm: [][][]
HP: 13/13
AC: 16
Sarah: Fine, Nude, Unarmed
Trauma: 0 / 100
Orgasm: [][][]
HP: 8/8
AC: 15
The three girls awoke to find themselves inside of a dungeon, far from where they used to be. They were seemingly deprived of their previous belongings.
They were in a cell, closed off from a small room with spartan decor, sans a fresh looking chest that seemed to not have been sitting for a long time. A female drow guarded the cage from the chair she sat on, but she was sound asleep with her legs propped upon the table, her phallus visible just slightly from under her loin cloth due to her legs pushing her genitals outward. The floors and walls were solid rock, and the bars holding them inside their cell were made of shabby wood that looked as ancient and dusty as the caverns itself. In the cell were some odd metal pins, as if they were used for hair ornaments or bun holders. Useful perhaps for picking the lock on the wooden cage, which also seemed brittle enough to perhaps break at the cost of loud sounds, if the one doing the breaking even had the power to do so.