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Re: Chapter 5 Home is where the Heart is (Ubberific) GMed by ranger
Ship leaves 5 hours 45 mins
Almost as if simply knowing what the whispers wanted made them evaporate. While Rikke desired gold and riches it wasn't the only thing in life she wanted. Feeling no draw what so ever she easily managed enter the room. Still the treasure was no doubt cursed and she made sure her steps where clean and clear of any of it. Eventually she found a passage behind the gold a spent torch hinting that others had passed by. Descending these steps Rikke smelled oil coming up from the room below. While not enough to worry her with her torch. Reaching the bottom she found a brilliantly lit room with streams of fire flowing in channels of the floor. Her the voices returned in full force knocking Rikke to her knees. Looking up she could see the second mate standing at an altar in strange cloths that left his chest bar and painted with odd lines and symbols. Nearby the remaining crew lay in a cage battered and bruised. Though as Rikke gazed at them her vision blurred and they instead where chanting. The ritual... yes the ritual... Feeling her head pulse again as the voice cried out Rikke saw them once more in a cage hands reaching out to her. From the altar the man looked down and beckoned to her. "Come we cannot keep the gods waiting."
With that command Rikke's vision blurred again as the servants chanted to one side. Standing up Rikke moved forward disrobing and shutting aside the cries of the sacrifices that tried to interrupt her role in things. Now nude the man at the center the high priest began to chant and paint lines on her body. There was nothing sensual about the act but the strange paste did make her wet their slight aphrodisiac compounds making her ready to take the god into her self donning the slutty attire presented Rikke sat upon the altar and spread her legs and biting her lip. The god of the island needed her and she would oblige.
"Mother!"
Blinking Rikke came back to her senses. Oh gods what was she about to do. Looking over her hand brushed a dagger. The crew in cages cried out for her to wake up while the second mate lost in what ever delusion continued to chant however it was having and effect as the fires around them began to glow ominously and a all to familiar sensation of demonic influence began fill the room.
Ship leaves 5 hours 45 mins
Almost as if simply knowing what the whispers wanted made them evaporate. While Rikke desired gold and riches it wasn't the only thing in life she wanted. Feeling no draw what so ever she easily managed enter the room. Still the treasure was no doubt cursed and she made sure her steps where clean and clear of any of it. Eventually she found a passage behind the gold a spent torch hinting that others had passed by. Descending these steps Rikke smelled oil coming up from the room below. While not enough to worry her with her torch. Reaching the bottom she found a brilliantly lit room with streams of fire flowing in channels of the floor. Her the voices returned in full force knocking Rikke to her knees. Looking up she could see the second mate standing at an altar in strange cloths that left his chest bar and painted with odd lines and symbols. Nearby the remaining crew lay in a cage battered and bruised. Though as Rikke gazed at them her vision blurred and they instead where chanting. The ritual... yes the ritual... Feeling her head pulse again as the voice cried out Rikke saw them once more in a cage hands reaching out to her. From the altar the man looked down and beckoned to her. "Come we cannot keep the gods waiting."
With that command Rikke's vision blurred again as the servants chanted to one side. Standing up Rikke moved forward disrobing and shutting aside the cries of the sacrifices that tried to interrupt her role in things. Now nude the man at the center the high priest began to chant and paint lines on her body. There was nothing sensual about the act but the strange paste did make her wet their slight aphrodisiac compounds making her ready to take the god into her self donning the slutty attire presented Rikke sat upon the altar and spread her legs and biting her lip. The god of the island needed her and she would oblige.
"Mother!"
Blinking Rikke came back to her senses. Oh gods what was she about to do. Looking over her hand brushed a dagger. The crew in cages cried out for her to wake up while the second mate lost in what ever delusion continued to chant however it was having and effect as the fires around them began to glow ominously and a all to familiar sensation of demonic influence began fill the room.