Re: An Innocent Campaign - IC
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Myra'krin'ola
Kuo-toa cave
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"Ah. Glad everyone can agree on a thing. Agreement is important.. Well, I guess you made it, so.. not blowing up the village and I'ma pay you 250,000 gold each, though, first, back to my place we go." She grinned, stepping up to Alice, before tilting her head.
".. Is it you? Why it seems you managed to resist my spell. Thats really.. ice cold." She grinned at the frozen up Alice.
"Heh, alright, chill." She grinned, putting a hand atop the icy layer and.. cracking it, picking up Alice and putting her over her shoulder.
"Now you could try to resist this one as well, but if you do it'll just send you randomly over my little.. home, and some of the places aren't all nice and easy going so.. your call, really. Everyone else, extend your hands, we are going to travel." She extended hers, linking you up in a circle.. with Alice having little choice considering how weakened her body was right now, as she chanted..:
"Planeshift." What followed next were a set of planar coordinates, with Myra grinning.. as the scene around you shifted.
"Ignore the floaty red glowy rocky bits, I was going through a phase. Anyway! Welcome to the Twilight Fortress. I bet you wonder why I brought you here. Well, basically, I want you to try your very best to conquer it, flee from it, destroy it, or destroy me." She shrugged, though her expression was serious.
"Well, that, or become more useful servants, that'd be entertaining as well. Oh! Speaking of servants, I should introduce you to the gang, then you can have a little resting time, during which I may or may not mess with your minds and bodies. Taken in the scenic view? Great!" She waved her hand through the air, a complicated pattern of red-glowy lines appearing for a moment as your surroundings shifted again, with Myra turning around.. and taking place upon a throne suddenly appearing under her, her clothes having shifted as well, as she leisurly leaned back, exposing quite a lot of leg in her new outfit, tough not as much as the small, nude, dark fairy apparently chained to the throne.
"Back back? What that! What that?" "Yep, Pookie and.. Thats.. uh... huh, never caught your names. I mean I could fish through your minds for them, but that'd be rude, incidentially, dismiss mass suggestion." She declared, crunching her left hand, your thoughts focusing.. why exactly did you follow this one?
"New slaves? New slaves?" "Mooost likely, but we'll see Pookie. Go easy on them as long as they behave." "Pookie pookie!" The fairy-creature fluttered up and sat upon the thrones armrest, giving you a predatory grin, even as Myras hand came up to grope her bottom, observing your reaction.
You are in a 40x70 ft half-round thronechamber, invoking a look of majestic, powerful evil, albeit not the kind that sents shivers down your spine, more a calculated, brooding place. Behind you is a larger archeway, leading into a bigger corridor, to the left and right are various arcane insignia.
You can hear the noise of moans from the corridor behind you and there is a distant but distinctive smell of sexuality in the air. Myra seems unperturbed by this, or your presence as she relaxes on a fur upon her throne, one hand almost casually groping the little fey-creature that grins and presents itself for the act.