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It has been many centuries since Morrigan's Jungle had first appeared, swallowing the ruins of The Ancients whole. Somehow it grew to cover almost half the continent, yet once it got to it’s current day size, not one person has found proof that it has grown any larger. The stories say that the day it stopped growing, The Corruption appeared. There's been no proof of this but the story has spread far and wide, even if it didn't seem possible for The Corruption to appear and blanket the entire jungle in a single day.

But yet again, the people of the kingdoms had no reason to bother with the jungle and its corruption. The Corruption stuck to the borders of the jungle, corrupting any who entered but little else. This status quo was kept until the day The Reincarnated were born into the world, as on that day The Corruption started to spread past the borders of the jungle. Slowly at first, but as years went by it started to spread faster and faster, starting a small panic among the Kingdoms. There were even rumors of ferals, people who entered the jungle and were corrupted enough to start to change, and even The Corrupted, people fully embraced by the corruption leaving the jungle and preying among travelers.



This only increase the panic to find a the cause of all of this and a solution to it. In the desperation, the kingdoms came together to form The Coalition of Kingdoms, an uneasy alliance with the goal of stopping the corruption before it could cover the entire continent and all its people.

All members of the coalition knew of The Reincarnated and the stories of them and were eventually able to put together the connection between The Reincarnated and the spread of The Corruption. Thinking that The Reincarnated were sent for the purpose of stopping this new spread of Corruption, messengers were sent out to summon The Reincarnated…

Meanwhile as the group grew up among the world, the more perceptive of you may felt like you were always being watched, sometimes able to catch a glimpse of something, but never able to actually catch whatever it was. You were eventually approached by a messenger one day, with a summons from the entire Coalition. For those of you more receptive, the messenger would kindly escort you with, using magic carriages to travel. For those who resisted the summons, a group of dark figures would step out of the shadows and would promptly subdue you, seeming to know all of your exact weaknesses. No matter how you were brought aboard the magic carriage, you were all lead to the Kingdom of Drukha, where you all arrive shortly one after the other, no matter how far you were from the Kingdom. A meeting of The Coalition seems to be taking place and you are being lead towards the Royal Castle…
 
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As each of you arrived into the city it was quite easy to notice the mix of nervous and excitement that ran through the city. It looked like they were hosting a festival to go along with The Coalition’s meeting, yet even this festive atmosphere wasn't able to stomp out the people's fears. The capital of The Kingdom of Drukha was quite close to Morrigan’s jungle compared to other kingdom’s capitals and so fear of The Corruption ran high here.

As each of you traveled through the city streets, moving upwards continuously, people looked at your vehicles with wonder and made way for you. As you travel through the streets, you all start to see carriages similar to your own, traveling through the streets, heading towards the castle as well. Each of the carriages held the crest of Drukha upon them making travel easier for you all, and in no time, you all arrived at the castle’s gates.



The gates were already wide open with guards on either side, allowing you all to drive right through. At this point all carriages had caught up to each other, forming a makeshift convoy, and all of you disembarked in front of the doors leading into the main hall of the castle. The four of you make for quite a sight to each other…

A half elf, hardly dressed at all, her breasts bare and what clothing she does have is see through....

A human warrioress, beautiful, but her mere presence was a little intimidating…

Another half-elf, wearing armor that somehow managed to emphasis her already large chest...

An aasimar, stunningly beautiful and light on their feet, their cloak making it hard to follow their movements with your eyes…

Giving no time for any of you to converse with the variety of new people suddenly around you, your messengers corral the group through the doors, down a hall and into a main hall, one filled with arguing people at a table covered with maps.



The room falls into silence as the people around the table notice your presence. Some of the people at the table, especially the females started to send lusty glances towards those some of the party, especially towards Jenlynn, looking at you as if you were a prize they wished was theirs. The messengers come forward, bow, and one steps forwards to introduce you all. “My Lords and Ladies, may I present The Reincarnated.” The silence seems suffocating, each person at the table emitting a dangerous or powerful aura, yet it is a roguish looking man who stands and speaks.



“Ahh, welcome! Welcome! We have been looking forward to your visit to our humble castle for a while now.” He sounds truly excited, but there is a glint in his eyes that betrays that excitement. His eyes hold no warmth, and he looks at you coldly and calculating. “I am King Roman Drukha, and let me introduce you to The Coalition of Kingdoms!” He sweeps his arm towards all the other still sitting, all the other royalty in the room. "We already know who you are, but I would prefer if you would introduce yourselves, for your companion’s sakes and for those not too inclined to pay attention." He shoots a glare towards a member of the coalition who seems like they didn't want to be there. “Come, come tell us about who you are. What do you do, why do you think you are here?” The King seemed to actually get excited now as he asked the party his questions.
 

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Jenlynn decided to step forward first. She really appreciated the lusty gazes that were directed towards her, even if they weren't from the Futa Masters.

"Greetings, King Roman Drukha!" she said with a bow.

"Hello everyone! I am Jenlynn, a Shaman of the Amazon tribe! I am pleased that you look at me like this..." she smiled at the noble ladies who looked at her with bad intentions. Really, her pussy was getting wet from standing in front of so many lewd gazes...

"Friends and lovers can call me Jen." she winked. "I am here because you asked me to come here, and Mistress Adrienne agreed that I should come!" she nodded.

"However, I don't know...why you asked us to come here?" she asked, puzzled.

22528 A small thrush climbed out her hair...did it have a nest in there?...and jumped on Jen's head.

"Chiiirp...idiot....chiiirp..." the bird declared, looking the king straight in the eye, before Jen grabbed it and stuffed it back inside her hair.

"Sorry...this is Chirp...he is just learning words...and he heard that as we were coming here..." she apologized.


[Jelly Diplomacy to make good impression too!: 27]
 
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40c78604fef06adfb668affdb2fa46d8.jpg Kress Prihoka
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47/47 Armor Class: 24 (Touch: 14, FF: 21, -2 vs Improvised Weapons.)
CMD: 23 (FCMD: 20) Dirty Trick CMD: 21, FCMD 18.
Fort: 6 Ref: 4 Will: 0 (2 vs Enchantment)
Initative: OoC (+3) AoO: 4
Active Effects: None Corruption: 0 Vulnerabilities: 0
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The busty blonde half-elf sits in the carriage, seething for most of the trip due to being torn from her family. How did they know? What tipped them off? She was careful to keep her status as Reincarnated a secret, so where did she slip up? Maybe they can used magic to find her...

She sighs, feeling more like a prisoner than an honored guest. The goons escorting the carriage were top-notch, at least. The single bandit party that had ambushed them was quickly routed, she barely had time to even try to open the door and take a single step before they were sent running. A cool glare from the messenger had her scrambling for an excuse about trying to help, but they smiled in a way that told her they knew she was lying and she demurely returned to the carriage without further protest.

While Kress was amazed at the size of the city, she barely seemed surprised at the presence of other carriages quickly appearing and grouping up. She barely has time to glance over her other companions before they're all escorted to the main hall full of what appears to be nobles, knights, and apparently the king of Drukha himself. She tries to ignore the gazes, but glares slightly at the virtually naked half-elf Shaman soaking it up. How much of a slut was she, anyway? She politely but stiffly bows to the king and then the other nobles before speaking.

"I am Kress Prihoka, daughter of a merchant family and martial hand that escorts our humble trade wagon. I ask, why were we called here? Presumably at great expense and urgency, judging from they way we were contacted and the people sent to collect us?" She requests, mindful of her place but also still rather annoyed at her treatment.
 
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Arva Yornheim Tag: Introduction Disposition: Combattive Tune:

Arva stretched slightly. She'd been bored at her home, but when she'd told the messenger to come back later, he'd brought in friends. That had been fun. Knowing her weaknesses didn't stop her from punching those that thought they knew how to deal with her in the face.
So yeah, she was quite happy about the invitation sent. Although, she felt this was less about her, and more about the silly rumours around her. Her people did not care as much about such. 'And if you want any special treatment, I'll get my spear' Her father had said. Admittedly, in the language of her people.

She arrived at the halls of heroes, together with an elf that had not seen a single snowflake in her life, guessing by her attire. She didn't get why some of the assorted men where glancing over to this one like that, the thing lacked any properly defined muscles. Well she head healthy breasts, so she could mother a bunch of children, but it was about quality, not quantity!
She also had a bird in her hair. Well, Arva had a wolf on her shoulders. Less alive though. She hoped for it anyway.

Next to introduce themselves was another of those underfed pointy eared looking ones.. elves, yeah, that's what they were called in common. This one looks a bit more like a warrior, who seemed to be a bit rattled about the whole situation. Well, her bowing before the ponce-looking man told her everything she needed to know. Why'd you bow before someone that hadn't defeated you in glorious one on one combat yet? Had she fought Drukha before? They didn't seem familiar. Well, Arva would not show a king respect. She showed the Thegn and Jarls respect, but that was because the usual Jarl of the north got his position by defeating everyone else around.

With a flex of her head, a blonde ponytail fell behind her, carefully braided, the fur of a wolf rustling on her shoulders, as she stepped fowards, towering over pretty much everyone of human blood and smirking ever so slightly in the silence and by her side hung a truly massive looking sword. She could have been mistaken for a pure brute, if not for the almost artful pronounciation of her words, a primal melody whipsering with them.

"I am the War-singer and Drengr of the Bärenstamm, the Bear-clan of the north, Arva Yornheim; Fifteen years ago, when I was fifteen years old and I first laid claim to my title I was thrown out into the wildernis with nothing but a set of rags to prove mine worth. Fifteen hours ago, one of thine men joked to me about taming my norse beauty. Fifteen minutes later, he howled more than the wolves that tried to hunt me then." She declared. Just how she'd made the man howl, she left out.. but who'd dare to ask?

"'tis common knowledge that we be the blood of heroes, reborn. So if I were to guess for thee, I'd say that ye milksops found thou'st hoping we'd be a sollution to a problem thou cannot claim to solve thineselfs." She smirked. "Beyond that, thou seem the type to prefer the bellow of thine own words beyond that of any other, so we shall be told, certainly. that said...
Children talk. Heroes act."

"Come forth. How can thou know thou have the right woman, if thee don't test me in battle."
She questioned, laying hand upon her sword, sliding it forth slowly.
"Tis customry where I come from to prove ones mettle in greeting!" She proclaimed, lifting her hand left hand, whilest curling it, making a come hither gesture, her voice booming forth throught the entirty of the hall, and perhaps a little beyond. "Odin be praised, prove thyself great lords and greet me as thou'd be greeted in the north! With glorious what dost thou call it.... verily.. duel.
I've seen the strength in thine eyes entering, let that same strength enter thine swordarm. Surely, there's one amongst thee whose as tired of these endless speeches as I!"
She grinned and drew forth her greatsword, holding it with the ease of a born warrior and a dangerous glitter in her steel-blue eyes, after her rousing introductory speech.


Perform: Oratory 24 - Can use this in place of Diplomacy checks to improve attitude, details on just how her speech improves attitudes are up to DM of course. ^^
 
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Jenlynn turned towards the war-singer.

"Ah darling...this looks dangerous...." she exclaimed seeing Arva having her greatsword drawn.

"It is our right to dominate men, but at the same time we have to guide and protect them! Besides...I am sure the Queen wouldn't appreciate if you damaged the King." she explained, as she anxiously played with her nipple ring. "Not to mention the Kingdom's Chief Futa, who we aren't even qualified to meet."

"Why don't we greet each other according to the Amazonian tradition?"
she offered.
 

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Arva Yornheim Tag: Jen, open Disposition: Combattive Tune:

"Why thank you, I sharpened it myself." She remarked towards the elf-girl, without a hint of sarcam.
Ugh. She thought. Pacifism. And the amazons usual attitude of female supremacy. It didn't matter what gender you were born with.. only how hard you could kick your opponents respective gender!
"First of all, if thine Queen has a problem with me, she can come and try to kick my arse herself. As can you, in her stead." She then cracked her neck.
"And pain... injury -damage- they are all just small prices we have to pay for the joy of glorious battle. A soldier pays them in exchange for coin, a true warrior offers such gladly and pays his opponent back with interest!

According to an evolutionary principle of adjusting interest rates, naturally, accounting for bloodloss, pretending we have only one form of market risk,.. my big nasty sword."
She nodded, rubbing her chin and demonstrating she wasn't just a brute. She was a brute knowledgable in base socio-economic principles.

Knowledge: Economics: 21 - Because I can.
 
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"Ah...excuse me, Mistress, I didn't realize you were a Futa..." Jenlynn kneedled before Arva, startling Chirp who flew out.

"Chirpp....big nasty sword....chirppp....big nasty cock...chirpp...."


"Please allow me to please you, I am but your humble sex-slave..." Jen offered, smiling submissively. "It will be my honor."

"If you wish to inflict pain upon me, please feel free!"
Jenlynn didn't like pain, but if a Futa found enjoyment in that, it was her duty to find enjoyment in it...
 

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Arva Yornheim Tag: Jen, open Disposition: Combattive Tune:

"A'ma wha? .." She made, falling back into a very heavy accented dialect when startled by Jenlynn, clearing her throat and raising her hand to hold back Jen from her loincloth, held by a belt over wolf-fur and a well toned belly, seeming at best flustered, at worst emberassedly uncomfortable with the elfs sudden submission. "Woah woah.. err... ya got it all wrong.. err.. ahem..

First of all I don't want to hurt you, that's just.. it's part of the fun of battle, second of all, I mean.. this."
She pointed at her sword, then sighed. "Why do all of you amazon girls start out assuming I got an Axehammer where my scabbard is, is it the way I speak? Because that's just how a proper warrior does in my homelands.." She clarified. Well, if she -had- a dick it would propably be a big one, thinking about it...
 

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22533 Erlend Gianttamer
The council had mostly shifted uncomfortably at the mention of testing themselves against Arva. One man stood, he was an older man, seemingly in his 50's, with streaks of grey in his wild hair and all through his braided beard. Leaning against the mans chair was a log, a strip of rough hewn timber easily the size of a normal human. This man picked it up with ease as he towered above his contemporaries. "I've always said yer lot was not but bleating goats. Ye call Erlend Gianttamer down form his mount, claiming ya wee problems need us all. Then what? Ye sit round like girls knitting! This lass, Arva was it? She knows how a true hero should be." Flinging the club over his shoulder he pushed pasted two of the council seated next to him. Standing before Arva the man looked down at her, "I accept yer challenge, Arva of the Bear clan. If yer Jarl's forgotten to teach you proper, I am Erlend Gianttamer, Jarl of the Eagle clan, representative of our peoples ammonest these weak sots."

Shortly he lead Arva, and any willing to watch outside, "We fight till one yields to the other. I've known you bear lot long enough that I need remind ye, that doesn't mean to the death. We fight for honor, and I shall find no honor in killing you. I should hope the same of ye." With that he hoisted his club ready for the fight to begin.

[Arva roll for init]
 
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"Hmmm....you wish to challenge the Futa Mistress into bloodshed? That's improper!" Jen scolded the man, who obviously didn't know his place.

"Improper, immoral, bad....chirpchiirpchiirp...spanks needeed...chiiiirp" Chirp added

"You aren't even naked, and you adress the Mistress...who is your wife? I should have a word with her! Her training is clearly lacking!" the half elf, still kneeling in front of Arva asked angrily.
 

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Arva Yornheim Tag: Erlend, Jenlynn primarly Disposition: Happy Tune: Ac: 17 CMD: 18 Hp: 51/51 Buffs: --- Init: 14

Arva's hard expression softened to a bemused smile as the large axe-wielder stepped forth to her challenge, before hesitating, taking a few steps back. One less experienced would have mistaken this as cowardice. They'd have misjudged the reach the weapon of these two needed by nature, as she took in the man hefting a weapon even larger than her already near man-sized blade. Ever so slightly, she nodded her head. That was all the respect needed and all she'd give.

"'tis an honor to face thee, Drengr." She proclaimed loudly.. before glancing over to the slave-girl, narrowing her eyes.

".. if I -were- a well-hung amazoness like thee think, would thou still presume to speak for me without need?" She chided, her eyes burning with a cold fire. "Discipline yourself before I do it for you!" Then, the distraction turned away, she focused on the Jarl once more, nodding and following him outside.

"I advice all of ye offer us some space!" She declared, lifting her blade proper now, nodding at the Eagle's Jarl.. admitteldy, her Father had called the Eagle weak... but then, in the eyes of the any other clans were weak... altough admittedly, they'd not tell them such. Still.. a Jarl himself was an intimidating challenge. But she could do this! She was the warrior-maiden chosen by her clan! She didn't need to be Jarl or even Huskarl to challenge another!

"Let's do our Ancestors proud and show these Milk-drinkers how we discuss things in the north!" She offered to Erlend of the Eagle, a dangerous smile on her lips, as she gripped her blade in two hands.
Somehow, she was quite certain that this was different from the butter-knife poking (dueling blades they called them, right?) This courtyard was used to.

(Initiative: 14)
 
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"Ah....sorry....sorry Mistress....I can't punish myself enough for my transgression...please punish me as you see fit..." the half elf replied scared...she had overstepped and she had to be punished...

"Chirp, chirp....bad girl,...chirp.."

She then moved to the side, and kneeled, with her hands behind her back, waiting for the duel to end and to recieve her punishment.
 
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22535 Erlend Gianttamer
It was clear that the mammoth of a man was not amused by Jen interjections. However he said nothing, allowing Arva to silence the fey in his place. After she was done he simply added, "Ye don't keep your tongue still till this is done, maybe I'll teach ye why they call me gianttamer." Expecting the simple minded amazon to have some remark he ignored her, only stopping if she insisted on interfearing with the dual itself.


To signal the start of combat Erland let out a scream, he charging Arva and swinging heavy down on her. The massive club missed her by only inches, however.

Combat Order: Erland -> Arva
 

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Arva Yornheim Tag: Erlend, Jenlynn primarly Disposition: Happy Tune: Ac: 17 CMD: 18 Hp: 51/51 Buffs: --- Init: 14

Arva's eyes widened as the club whizzed past her, indubitably shaking the ground below... Undeterred, she raised her blade, shouting out a warcry: "Für den Allvater!" Before cutting down with her blade at the man towering even above her, yet seeking to drive him back with unrelenting might, muscles bulging along her frame.

(17 to hit,
15 damage!)
 

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Sharon watches everyone carefully, with an indiscernible look in her eyes. She was quite amused really, but she knows better than to give her emotions away so soon after a meeting. She walks up in front of the other ladies with a small bounce in her step, as she gives an extravagant bow to the council. "Greetings King Drukha!" She gives a generous arm sweep to the council "And the Coalition of Kingdoms." She adds with a smile. "I am honored to be in your presence, although I would have preferred a more diplomatic way of transportation to the kingdom. She said while rubbing her arm cautiously. "Although I do not know why I am here, I will gladly introduce myself. Sharon Tinmago at your service, I spend most of my time helping the poor in any way that I can." She stands up straight and assumes a confident position in front of the council, she soon backs up behind Kress to watch the action unfold between Jenlynn and Arva.
 

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Though his first swing had been a miss he let out a loud yell, sounding more like the howl of a wolf then anything human. Arva's blade caught him on the shoulder, but he didn't show an ounce of recognition at the blow as he wrenched the club free, winding it behind his back, and slamming the club savagely into Arva's chest. He growled at her, the fires of battle blazing in his eyes.

[Critical Hit: 36 damage]
 
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"Chirp..miss.....chirp......first blood....chirpchirp" Chirp chirped spectating the battle from the top of Jen's head, cheering for the futa mistress.

"Chirp....chiiiiiiiiirp....noooo...chiiip..." she fluttered around when Arva has hit straight on her chest by the evil man.

Jen just kept looking...Mistress would win...right? Right?
 

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Arva Yornheim Tag: Erlend, Jenlynn primarly Disposition: Happy Tune: Ac: 16 CMD: 18 Hp: 20/56 Buffs: Raging Song Init: 14 Raging Song: 18/19

Arva stumbled back, rewarding Erlend with a spit of blood upon his chest, her mouth hanging open, gasping for the air forcefully driven out of her.. that looked.. less than healthy. As if it could have stopped her heart with the force of it's blow, infact. "uachhhh... chahaaaaa... AHAhahaha! You are a Jarl! Damnn... you can't possible deny me more of this!" She declared, blood dripping out of her mouth, before raising her hand, flexing it.. her blow should have felled a normal human.. even one of the Eagle's clan. But Arva's people.. they were special, even among the north.. she raised her voice and this time, there was ancient magic within it, a magic that spoke to a warriors very soul.
"We are warriors who believe in honor! And while your blows indeed be painful, only in Battle are we truly faithful!"

She declared, before lifting her blade, there was no finesse, no precision, she just hammered her great blade down with overwhelming might, matching the Jarls lust for battle with her own.

(14 to hit, 13 damage!)
 

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Once more he caught Arva's blade, and once more it seemed the pain seemed drowned in his lust for combat. Blood was now trickling down his arms and chest, the glob of bloody spit Arva had offered mingling with his own. With another savage yell he drew back his Club and swung it with all his might, catching Arva with the blow. "Yeild Bear cub! Ye have lost." He demanded, the fire still burning in his eyes.

[Critical Damage: 32]
 
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