Tass: Proceeding blindly into the woods, Hank charged off in a seemingly random direction, his mind full of rage, and eventually came upon a set of tracks that were lined with what he immediately recognized were his own things, including a number of bolt rounds for Destiny. The shotgun shells, a more common ammunition, were missing, but he eventually scavenged the parts to maintain and reload Destiny's main barrel as well. The tracks, it seemed, led off into the woods, and gradually grew lighter until disappearing completely.
MAF: Noticing the tracks, Hank grunted, holding Destiny tight in his grip. "Don't worry baby," he spoke to Destiny. "I won't let that bitch that stole from you get away with it." he said, carefully tracking the bandit woman's tracks, all while imagining all the different ways he was going to make her suffer for what she did. Hang her upside down, beat her with Destiny's barrel, let Destiny herself teach the bitch a lesson. Tie her up by her limbs, and drag her around for a spell, before leaving her to some horny creature. Or maybe just kick her a few times. Maybe kick her a little more.
Tass: Following the tracks, Hank eventually came upon an old wooden building that had been turned into a makeshift fortress. He practically stumbled right onto it, but once he saw it he realized that it wasn't particularly well hidden, just remote. As soon as he broke from the cover of the underbrush, he heard a man called out; "Intruder!" Looking up, he saw a man dressed like those that had attacked him, in camoflage with a dark mask. They knew he was here, apparently, but for the moment it was just one man standing on a makeshift tower that he had to deal with.
MAF: Without saying a word, Hank rose his gun to fire at the man above. His mind was rarely this clear, rather than dumbed down by his ever constant hangover. The humiliation combined with the rage was enough to sober him up beyond what any outside mental influence could do. The only thing that was on his mind was finding what was stolen that belonged to Destiny, and putting a conclusion to this that he would be satisfied with, which would be either to die fighting these cowards, or to kill every last one of them.
(Defensive fightan, 20 into perception)
Tass: (hit, damage = 37) Hank's shot smacked into the man's shoulder, causing him to scream with pain as he recoiled. But, even with a bolt sticking out of his shoulder, his return shot went wide as it plunked into the ground. Concentrating on his surroundings, Hank heard a number of booted feet moving towards him, traveling over wood, but one other was creeping through the woods towards his back.
MAF: Hank followed up with another shot, before his eyes turned, leaving the man he shot at, assuming his bolt would hit, to look for those attempting to repeat what they did before. This time, however, Hank wouldn't let them weaken him with their pathetic way of fighting. They had to be put to the ground for being so boring.
Tass: (hit, he had 2 HP left so meh) Hank's second bolt sent the man tumbling backwards onto a wooden bridge, causing it to shake loudly before he tumbled into a stream that ran through their compound. Turning around, he found himself face to face with the same woman as before, now sans her hat, causing him to realize that she was an elf.... A drop-dead gorgeous, platinum blond elf. She came to a dead stop as he spun on her, Destiny pointed in her face even as she raised a knife that she'd likely intended to jab into his back.
MAF: "Fuck." Hank cursed upon seeing her. Why did she have to take the fucking hat off? Keeping his gun pointed at her, he also kept his senses fine tuned. He swore he heard another one of the bastards. The rest could die, but her, he'd take her, find her hat, put it on her, and THEN do horrible things to her.
(20 to perception again)
(Hank holds fire)
Tass: (That's full defense, which is 30 Perception, Dodge, and Resistance.) "You.... You're supposed to be dead!" the elf exclaimed, "I... We killed you!"
MAF: "You didn't finish the job, that was yer mistake." he replied. Where the fuck was the other one? Was there? "Don't move." Hank warned her, keeping his eyes locked on her, but his mind focused elsewhere, trusting his ears.
Tass: The others were still oncoming, about five of them by his count. They had just made the bridge when the woman exclaimed; "Well this time, I'll just have to finish it for sure!" She suddenly darted forward, slashing at his throat and missing.
MAF: "Hmph," Hank grunted, before trying to go for a quick knockout, looking to bash her over the head with Destiny. She was too precious for his revenge to kill.
Tass: (Attack: Miss. Her attack: Hit. Damage: 38 damage. Hank is at 48 HP) The woman nimbly sidestepped his strike, and responded by slashing at his side with her dagger, giving him a nasty gash. Her compatriots were over the bridge, and would be attacking him momentarily, and surrounding him unless Hank did something quickly.
MAF: Hank growled loudly. Pissed off, he turned to the approaching bandits, and fired the big one. A large ball would fly at the closest unlucky fool that was approaching, and blast him to bits while he kept his distance from the bitch with the knife. (+20 to dodge)
Tass: Hank's boomer barrel obliterated the charging man, and the thunderous crash and the explosion of their comrade would send the other men scattering as the woman swung at him again, this time missing by a hair's breadth.
MAF: Seeing the other men scatter, Hank turned back, and rounded on the bitch with Destiny, aiming to hit her, and hit her hard. (20 to dodge again)
Tass: The woman narrowly dodged out of the way of Hank's shot, and he realized that his rifle only had one shot left in total, in the bolt barrel. The woman's sword missed the top of his head by centimeters as she tried to back him towards the bridge, where his footing would be unstable.
MAF: "Alright, fuck it." Hank growled as he rose his gun, and fired his bolt at her leg.
Tass: (Hit, 41 damage She hits him, for 37 damage, leaving him at 11 HP.) Hank's last bolt hit the woman right in the leg... Again... Causing her to yowl in pain, but then she slashed at him angrily, scoring a nasty hit over his chest that immediately welled up with blood. "Always... In.... The.... Fucking.... Leg!" she exclaimed. Meanwhile, the other bandits were peaking up from cover to watch the ensuing battle.
MAF: No bolts left, Hank snarled at her, "Smile!" he shouted, launching his fist at her face.
Tass: Hank's fist reached out and slammed into the woman's face, causing the rest of the bandits to turn and bolt, each going in a different direction as their apparent leader was dropped to the ground, knocked out cold.
MAF: Seeing the bandits bolt, he truly wondered why they did. They could have killed him for sure. And fuck, why didn't they? He didn't want to go, remembering how this day went for the rest of his life. Still, he got half of what he wanted. So, he grabbed her by an arm, and dragged her into the isolated house. His intent, to find Destiny's things, and tie her up like a mummy.
And most importantly, find her hat, and put it on her
Tass: Hank did in fact find the rest of Destiny's ammo, as well as a decent pack to put all of it in. He also found his money, half divided up already, as well as another 200 denarii, plus a sniper rifle, a heavy crossbow, an assortment of daggers (12) and a very shiny kite shield. He also found the elf's hat, and put it on her.
And tied her up however he saw fit.
MAF: First, he removed the bolt. Harshly. The squish of her flesh would please him a little, but only a little. Her unconscious body wasn't worth anything. Taking all of the stuff he found and packing it all into a big bag, Hank intended to pawn all of it. The good thing was that he now had some money. He didn't quite remember why he came all the way out here, but at least he'll somehow be leaving the situation, taking with him the loot and bad memories.
Tass: The woman stirred and awoke as Hank pulled the bolt out, and immediately screamed in pain before thinking to quiet herself, which she did quickly.
MAF: "Keep doin' that screamin' thing. It's relaxin' me." Hank said simply as he packed the loot. Of course, she was well tied up, wrapped up as he was by the lamia to the point where all she could do is squirm like a worm.
Tass: (wat)
MAF: "Oh, shiny." Hank commented at the shield.
Tass: The woman squirmed, ineffectually, against her bonds while Hank admired his loot, finding that the shield was probably enchanted.
MAF: "Alright," Hank set the bag of loot aside, before coming towards her, and pressing his boot onto her wound. She had a hat on, so he felt completely unbothered by causing her pain. "Let me say one little thing." he began, even if she was screaming in pain. "I meant what I said back there. You shoulda killed me. The fact that you let me live, knowin' you stole from my precious Destiny, and knowin' I was nearly killed by the most piss cowardly way of fightin', really fuckin' makes me hate you. Your boys coulda killed me too after I knocked you out, even saved ya. But they ran. It's clear. Nobody fuckin' likes you."
Tass: The elf groaned and thrashed in her bonds, her body quickly soaking with sweat from the pain that Hank caused her. His words caused her to scowl grimly, "They... They probably... Went to.... Regroup... You should run.... While you still can!"
MAF: "I don't give a fuck, woman." Hank said bluntly. "I don't care if they come back and kill me. I'm ready for death. I should have died. I'D RATHER HAVE DIED!" he shouted, kicking her in the stomach. "I'm gonna humiliate you and make you suffer. And you know what else? I'm gonna make you live. You're gonna remember this, just like me, and won't ever forget it."
Tass: The woman intook breath sharply at Hank's kick, and began to shiver in her bands as he declared that she was going to live through whatever he was about to be put through. "Then... Go jump off a bridge or somethin!" she hissed, out of breath.
MAF: "I plan to die fightin' a good fight, thank you so very much." he spat. "Destiny has a thing or two she wants to say too." Hank added, before picking up Destiny, and crushing her down on the woman's wounded leg. "She doesn't like ya either. If'n ya only robbed from me, I'd probably even forgive ya... But you... You insulted my baby."
Tass: The woman howled wordlessly in pain, thrashing uselessly in her bonds until she slumped, panting and exhausted. "Fuckk... You.... And... your.... Stupid.... Gun!" she grunted, one word at a time and through gritted teeth
as Hank tortured her twice-shot leg.
MAF: "What was that about a fuck? I can accomedate ya just fine." Hank announced. Picking her up, he took her outside. Rather than one of the things he talked about, he decided to do them all. After Destiny had a nice talk with her, it was time to enjoy a nice show with her and one of the wild beasts of the forest. If he ever found one, he'd pull her bindings down so that her ass was exposed, yanking her trousers down as well. She needed nothing else off to get fucked anyway. Hoping, he wanted to find something with a nice, huge cock.
Tass: Carrying the feebly squirming woman for a ways, Hank stumbled upon a bear feasting upon the carcass of a deer. It turned and growled threateningly at him, its chest rumbling as he noticed the various markings that it had, indicating that the beast had been subjected to much corruption.
MAF: "Hey there Pooh Bear." Hank greeted the beast, before laying the woman down on her front with her ass in the air, and yanked her pants down as he planned to do. Looking back to the bear, he smacked her ass roughly. "Come get her! Come at me though, and I'll waste ya." he announced, as if the beast would ever understand. Keeping his main barrels loaded, he was ready to blast the beast in the head (called shot +10 deadly aim) if the bear threatened to kill either of them, before he backed away from the 'feast' he had prepared for the monster.
Tass: The elf squirmed viciously, and after he pulled her pants down he couldn't help but notice that the elf had a wonderful ass, one that jiggled just right when he smacked it, his hand print appearing in red upon her bottom. She tried to inch worm away from the beast as it came up, failing completely as it panted and sniffed her, a telltale erection appearing between its legs as it moved to mount the now loudly screaming elven woman.
MAF: Instantly, Hank felt jealous. Seeing what the bear was about to do brought about mixed emotions. He almost wanted a piece of the elf himself, but it'd be impossible to enjoy it. He preferred willing partners who moaned with pleasure, and not anything else. When he thought about it, there was simply nothing he could do now to experience that ass. So he leaned against a tree, and watched with an emotionless expression.
Tass: The elf continued to scream and struggle as the bear mounted her, and Hank could tell by the change in pitch of her voice when she was penetrated. She tried, uselessly to squirm away... At first, but after a few minutes the fight seemed to leave her, and her screams died down to silence as her eyes went blank. The bear panted and humped her for several minutes before unloading inside of her, and then pulling away and wandering back to its kills as if it were bored, leaving the elf lying limply on the forest floor with semen leaking from her abused pussy.
MAF: Hank, his desire for vengeance... Had vanished. Yet he felt even more miserable. Shaking his head, he cut the elf loose, and backed away from her. She had enough, he figured. And he really didn't want to continue any more.
Tass: The elf was lying on her side, not unconscious but also not moving, while the bear feasted on the deer. It would likely carry her off to its lair if he left her there, but he was free to go. He had technically completed his mission, as it was unlikely that this group would be attacking anyone else in the near future.
MAF: With the bear likely to take her, Hank sighed. He looked up to the sky for a moment, thinking about nothing. The empty sky, spotted here and there with clouds, helped to make his mind similarly empty, as he walked over to her, ripped off her panties, used them to clean the cum off and what was leaking from her, before pulling her pants up, and lifting her over his shoulder. If he left her anywhere around this forest, she'd suffer further. Hank decided that she suffered just enough, and the blank look on her face seemed so much like how he imagined himself to look at that moment. He didn't wonder if she'd cut his throat now or later. He just felt empty and disgusted with everything. So, he took her back to the house, and laid the woman down on whatever bedding was available, before going to reload Destiny's boomer barrel. Only, as he began... The large cannon fell, and slammed against his foot. Hard. "Did I go too far, Destiny?" he asked his gun, recoiling as if Destiny had been the one to scold him.
Tass: The woman was limp and lifeless over his shoulder, but her continued breath signaled that she was still alive. There were cots back at the bandit's hideout, and they would do for bedding for the moment. Whether or not his weapon had fallen on his foot on purpose, or due to his own clumsiness, was impossible to tell.
MAF: Hank loaded up the boomer barrel properly this time, and set Destiny on one of the cots next to the girl. For some reason, he felt like Destiny wanted to be away from him, and closer to her, to counsel her. Destiny was always a sweatheart like that, no matter how much she enjoyed shedding blood same as him. In the main room, Hank sat against the wall, and stared at various things. If the bandits came back... Hell, she seemed to favor them. If they bumped him off and nursed her back to health, fine. The need for survival was never something that existed within Hank. For hours he'd sit there, either until it was night, or until she showed the will to live herself.
Tass: The bandit elf eventually seemed to fall asleep, and shortly thereafter night fell, shrouding the forest in darkness. The elf woman's belly had begun to grow, and Hank remembered that corruption often caused warped creatures to be able to breed with beings of other species, including humans and elves.
MAF: He'd kill the creature. This much he knew he'd do. But first, water and some simple food. Something healthy from the forest would do, and there was a river nearby. He'd just have to find somewhere not contaminated by blood. So, he came back into the room, and looked at Destiny hard. He still felt a rejection, so he decided to leave the house without her. Life never felt so lonely. He left the house, with his flask, almost always emptied of it's alcohol contents, and a pouch for the food he was seeking.
Tass: It was dark, and food was difficult to find, even though Hank could now see well in the darkness. He eventually found some berries, and some fresh water, however, and could return to the bandit camp.
MAF: And he did so. He returned, put the flask on whatever surface he could use, and etched, with a knife used for skinning, "Water" next to it. And setting the berries down near that, he carved, "Food," before leaving the room. He felt like Destiny hated him a little less for that.
Tass: And then, nothing continued to happen, the bandits having apparently left the place permanently.
MAF: With that, Hank simply waited, leaning agianst the wall until he himself fell asleep as well. Roughing it like that, he didn't mind sleeping in such a position.
Tass: And then, Hank would awaken to find the woman gone, but with Destiny, and his empty flask, both still there. The woman's tracks, limping, led off into the woods, meandering strangely as if they were those of an intoxicated person.
MAF: "... Did I pick bad berries?" Hank wonderd. Feeling a sense of urgency, he fetched Destiny, and only Destiny, as well as her things, before following after the girl's tracks. He didn't do it so much for worry, so much as if he felt Destiny would never forgive him if he didn't find that woman.
Tass: Hank found the woman slumped over about a half mile from the camp, her bottoms torn and her crotch bloody, as if she had given birth and something had clawed its way out of her limp form. She was, once again, unconscious.
MAF: Hank sighed, and picked her up again. "Can't stay here no more." he concluded, before seeking to return to the bandit camp, fetch his loot, and drag both it and her back to Acheron.
Tass: Dragging everything back to Acheron was a chore... A long, boring chore, during which nothing happened save for an encounter with a skittish squirrel. The guards stopped him and asked him if he wanted a collar for his slave upon his arrival.
MAF: "She ain't a slave." Hank replied. "Just a dumbass like me." he stated bluntly. "She needs to see a doctor."
Tass: "Oh. Well, you can find one just inside, come on." the guard said, apparently unbothered as he led Hank inside, and took him into a small side office where a somewhat deranged looking woman in a white coat stood. "Yes!?" she asked hoarsely, "What's wrong with who?" She blinked through her oversized spectacles at them, a mix of irritable and curious.
MAF: "We're both wrong, but she's hurt. Birthed a bear too. How much will ya charge me for helpin' with any womb problems and with her leg?" he asked.
Tass: "Eh? Healin in Acheron's free for serious wounds, yah daft boy! Who do you think we are, Badarians!?" she said, annoyed, as several men made of animated clay came forth and lifted the elf from Hank's arms, placing her on the table for the doctor to examine. "You know her?" she asked, eying the battered elf as she healed the woman.
MAF: Hank shook his head. "No. To be blunt, we're somethin' like enemies at this point."
Tass: "....Huh.... Then why'd you bring her in?"
MAF: "Because I respect my enemies. Even if they don't return the favor. She did me wrong... I did her... A little too much wrong back. That's why."
Tass: "Oh... Ehhhh, if you say so. I guess you probably ought to not be here when she comes to then..."
MAF: "... Right." Hank agreed with the woman, before reaching into his pouch. "Here," he began. "Since this is supposed to be a charity business, I guess you won't take this for yerself." He said, leaving fifty denarii. "Tell her that's her's." he said simply, before turning on his heel and opting to leave the room.
Tass: "Right," the doctor said, gesturing and causing one of her golems to take the money and set it aside, not even bothering to count it. Hank was allowed to leave peacefully, and go on to his own business.
MAF: Leaving the elf behind, Hank tilted his head to the side, cracking his neck and releasing a little tension as he began to travel through the streets. Seeing the agency that seemed to employ him once more, he headed inside. Silent, he looked around to see what was going on.
Tass: The place was as quiet as ever, and the witch still sat behind the desk, reclining in Peggy's chair and now sans her hat. Seeing him enter, she looked up between her breasts and called out; "How'd it go?"
MAF: "What was I supposed to do again?" Hank asked. He'd forgotten a long time ago. He made his way inside, and to the witch, likely looked very blank. As if something sucked all the vigor out of his spirit.
Tass: "Get rid of some bandits... Are you alright hun? Did you sleep with the wrong succubus or something?"
MAF: "Bandits? I guess I killed the ones I was supposed to." he answered simply. He sought out the nearest seating, and without even looking at the witch, took a heavy fall with a great sigh.
Tass: "Mmm, fair enough. If they become a problem again too soon, you'll have to back out there and finish the job~" she said, tossing a bag of coin at him idly. Tilting her head, she asked; "What happened out there?"
MAF: "Why do you care?" he growled, taking the bag of money with unsatisfaction. It was clear that he seemed to not even want it.
Tass: "Truth be told, I don't. I'm just curious."
MAF: Hank growled, and what little energy he had in him wanted to tell her to fuck off, but his energy to hate her just wasn't there. "Met a bandit girl and her friends. Killed em all, but they nearly did me in with their shifty little tricks. They stole from Destiny... I made em pay... I made her pay... Though Destiny got mad because I went too far. I let her get raped by one of those creatures out there. She birthed one of it's spawn, then I brought her here to a doctor." he summarized it.
Tass: "Huh.... Sounds like a mildly odd day. First time you ever got your ass kicked?"
MAF: "I hate you." he said with a lethargic tone. She brought out that tiny spark he had.
Tass: "That's nice," she stated nonchallantly, as if she didn't care. "Well, that explains why you're all mopy. Honestly it's almost cute! I just wanna go over there and cuddle all of your care away~"
MAF: "I'd rather you cut my heart out."
Tass: "Adorable~"
MAF: "I'm goin'." Hank decided, standing up from where he sat, and bringing all of his heavy loot along with him. "Here, have a knife should the thought cross your mind." Hank announced, stabbing one of the daggers into the wall as he moved to leave the building.
Tass: "Oi! Watch the property!" she called after him, though the witch didn't even get out of her chair as Hank left the building.
MAF: Hank left, took his loot, and sold it to whatever store he could find that would take anything. Even if that creepy merchant fellow was around. Seeing that guy, despite his appearance, made Hank feel comfortable. The guy just seemed to have a nice style.
Tass: The merchant popped up and bought Hank's gear (half value, I'm too lazy to calc it out. You can look up the reward for dealing with the bandits too... it's in the logs!
)
MAF: Then Hank went to return to his room with the fireplace. He wondered if the lamia didn't up and take off since he was gone for a whole day.
Tass: The lamia was still laying around, sleeping. It was difficult to tell if she'd left since the last time he was there.
MAF: Laying Destiny down, Hank felt a small sense of warmth at seeing the lamia, and immediately sought to embrace the sexy beast.
Tass: The lamia reflexively cuddled him for added warmth, like the lazy lizard that she was.
MAF: And then Hank sought to get some nice sleep in the presence of someone who appreciated him for what he was worth. His dick.
Tass: And then, sleep. And the spending of his nifty new 4 exp.
