Thou Art a Knight (Astarte) GM'd by Hafnium

[Hafnium]

Re: Thou Art a Knight (Astarte) GM'd by Hafnium

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Lyra: HP = 70, PP = 60, EP = 24/50, Status = Weakened, Aroused, Aspect of the Wind, 10/11 Willpower, This is Getting Awkward

Rolls

Spoiler

Round 1: 199 combined grapple against garbage mountain. 1/3 successes needed.
Reflexes: 40+2, failure.
Lyra accidentally gets some slime on her hands. -4 willpower. She becomes Aroused.

Round 2: 175 combined grapple against the garbage mountain. 2/3 successes needed.
Reflexes: 40+11. Success. Manages to avoid getting more goo on her hands.

Round 3: 154 combined grapple against the garbage mountain. 3/3 successes. They manage to get the mystery item out.
Ends up Weakened because she dipped below 1/2 EP this round.

Lyra unearths...

Trashcalibur (Shield) DB = 18, EV = 3, Bash Damage = 3d4 + Body/3 + 2
Extra benefits: Negates spells and powers up to 40 points of damage per round. If it deals no damage then use 3X its EP cost instead. If this ever absorbs more than its maximum value in a single attack, the enchantment is rendered inert for the next three hours.
Trashcalibur is a shadow of what it once was. Having it repaired by skilled tradesmen with different masteries will help restore it to its former glory.

"Fine, I guessss," the slime pouted. "I'm adding a fee for emotional and physical labor though!" With that, the slime's feminine form would melt away and she would ooze directly into the trash pile, enveloping the magical item. With most of the item covered in a protective layer of slime, Lyra wouldn't have to worry about cuts or disease at least. And once the two of them began working in concert to excavate the thing from under the trash heap, it wouldn't take long to see results. The slime's added strength made the task almost easy.

There would be only one hitch in their efforts. At one point Lyra's hand slipped and ended up directly in the 'shopkeeper's' gooey body. "Hey! That tickles!" The goo person complained at the unintentional touch, but the effect of the contact was far more pronounced on Lyra. The slime seemed to ooze into her skin, worsening the tingling feeling. A sudden sensitivity washed over her as blood began pumping to some particularly distracting places and her body became flush with arousal. Fortunately enough, the slime didn't even seem to notice the faerie's reactions during their efforts to extricate the item of interest. And soon enough, even with the distracting sensations, Lyra would be able to extricate the enchanted wood from the pile.

The slime would ooze back to her previous position and retake her feminine form as the knight inspected the find, which had turned out to be a round wooden shield enchanted against hostile magic. It had been cut from a single large piece of wood rather than assembled with planks, reinforced with a bronze rim, and adorned with a bronze boss in the center of the shield, and it was large enough to protect her from thigh to neck. The Spring artisan in her could tell from looking alone that the shield had once been a masterwork worthy of hanging alongside the best of her own people's crafts. The ravages of time, however, had left it in bad shape. The front of it had once been fully engraved, but it had rotted through in places and the rest of it had worn away to the point where it was impossible to tell what those engravings had been. The bronze bore dents and cuts from battle scars and had since gained a patina from years of disuse. Even the enchantment barely seemed to be holding on. But none of it was beyond restoration, if Lyra was willing to put in enough resources and ask some favors from the masters of the oasis.

"Told you it was junk," the slime spoke as the faerie knight inspected the item. "But if you really want it, I'll let you have it for... fifty coins. Just because I had to work to get it out of there." The goo person would eye Lyra suspiciously for a few moments following her offer and then add; "Are you okay? You look like you're getting hot. Did you get another cut from my security system? I can heal it if you want."

 

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Lyra felt a shiver run through her entire body when her hand slipped into the slime yet again, quickly pulling it free and focusing on pulling the shield free. It must be some property of the slime's... slime, and she shuddered to think what it would have been like to be completely covered in it, as the slime had originally planned. If just a few touches were this bad, it was no wonder the slime had never had anyone resist for long.

"No, no, just a little... tired. It's been a long day." Lyra hastily assured the slime when asked if she needed more healing. She wasn't sure how much more of that she could take. She just needed to finish up her business here and get back outside. The cold air would help, hopefully.

A closer inspection of the shield informed her that it had been worth seeking out after all, at least. It was certainly old and worn, and the enchantment on it had faded, but she could tell that it had once been a masterwork shield both in design and magic. Truly, it would be a shame to leave such a thing here, in this pile of junk. Perhaps, with some work, it could even be restored to its former glory. She might be able to do something with the enchantment, and there were plenty of craftsmen of all fields back home.

"Fifty? That seems rather steep." Lyra spoke up once again after she had finished her inspection. Erika had done it earlier, so it seemed the slime was willing to barter—and not particularly good at it, either. Regardless, she wasn't going to try to rip the slime off too badly for the one good item in her stock, but she was aware that the costs of trying to restore something like this wouldn't be cheap either, whether in coin or favours. "How about thirty? It's an interesting piece, but it's going to take a lot of work on my part to restore it."

 

[Hafnium]

Re: Thou Art a Knight (Astarte) GM'd by Hafnium

Spoiler

Lyra: HP = 70, PP = 60, EP = 24/50, Status = Weakened, Aroused, Aspect of the Wind, 10/11 Willpower, Accruing Negative Karma

"Maybe if I didn't have to help get it out from under everything," the slime replied. "But even though it's junk and I have no idea what a meat person would even want it for, its value went up as soon as I had to do any real work! It's forty coins for my labor, ten coins for the junk. I guess I can take half off and only charge forty-five coins." The slime looked Lyra's body up and down in a manner which would likely leave her missing the concealing nature of her armor, and returned her hand to her chin as she considered something. "Althooough, I could be convinced to drop my labor fee entirely if you'd let me feed just a little bit. I promise it'd just be enough to recover the energy I just used. Then you could have the junk for a coin or two, since you wanted it enough to dig it out."

 

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Re: Thou Art a Knight (Astarte) GM'd by Hafnium

"No, no, forty-five is fine. I'm afraid I'm still in a bit of a hurry." Lyra replied hastily, shaking her head. If it was just a matter of sharing energy she might have considered it, but the methods—and knowing what would happen if she spent any more time in physical contact with the slime—made it an easy choice to refuse. In truth, even in its diminished state the shield could be worth a considerable amount of coin, even this was still a good deal, whether the slime understood that or not.

Fetching her coinpurse and counting out forty-five coins, carefully handing them over to the slime. Her biggest concern was avoiding touching her again, if she could. Between the way the slime was looking at her, and the fact that so much of her trouble could have been avoided with a simple pair of gloves, she was really starting to miss her armour by this point. She'd managed to almost forget about what she was wearing for a while, but the slime's gaze was making it quite evident once again.

"It was, ah, a pleasure shopping at, um... what did you call this place again?" Lyra trailed off after a moment, realizing that the slime had used several different names for her 'shop' so far. Her thoughts had become more than a little muddled by the unnatural arousal surging through her body, and she needed to get out of here before it got worse and she did something she would regret. "I need to be on my way, however. Um... good luck!" And with that Lyra would quickly make her escape unless the slime held her back somehow, breathing a heavy sigh of relief and finally releasing her magical protection once she was out of earshot, and then hurrying back outside to use the recall stone Abla had given her. Hopefully the chill air would be enough to help her focus.

 

[Hafnium]

Re: Thou Art a Knight (Astarte) GM'd by Hafnium

Spoiler

Lyra: HP = 70, PP = 60, EP = 24/50, Status = Aroused, Weakened, There's no Place Like Home

The slime looked disappointed that Lyra had chosen to pay her labor fee with actual currency instead of her body, but accepted the coins all the same. The knight had to drop the coins into the goo person's hand from higher in the air in order to avoid any further contact with the insidious aphrodisiacs that made up her body, but the end result was the same. The coins were absorbed into the 'shopkeeper's' body for safe storage and the knight was free to leave with her valuable find.

"Thank you for shopping at Slime Tech, come back anytime!" The slime bid Lyra farewell as the knight retreated from the amorous goo girl and her aphrodisiacs. Between her fey resistance to the elements and the unnatural nature of her arousal, the cold did her almost no good whatsoever in clearing the fog which had taken hold in her head. Still, it at least put her far away from the slime who'd caused it as she took the recall stone into her hands and channeled its magic.

Abla's gift took precious little of her already-divided attention in order to do its work. After just a few seconds of focusing the recall stone's magic, she could feel it linking itself to her spirit. As soon as it was linked a magical pulse welled up inside of it and released into the distance like an arrow, aimed far away to the southwest of her location. From there she only had to maintain focus to keep that magical pulse alive until it reached the anchor near the oasis, a process which took about a minute. Lyra could immediately tell when it had arrived as she felt herself being called home by a new summoning spell. The latest summoning was specifically aimed at her and, perhaps unsurprisingly, there were no emotions in the link she shared with her new summoner. She needed only to accept it to return to the sanctuary.

When she did, she would dissipate and reappear once again, next opening her eyes back in the desert which she'd left only a few hours prior. Her latest summoning had left her in front of the anchor stone which had recalled her. It was a massive thing. The stone easily stood twice as tall as Lyra - likely more than that if whatever was hidden beneath the ground was measured - and five times as wide. Every inch of it was carved with intricate runes and it emanated with an incredible amount of natural energy, easily enough to feed a small town of succubi. It stood in an clearing lined with flat stepping stones for walking, the whole of which measured somewhere around fifteen square feet. Lyra could also faintly detect a second magic at play from the stones beneath her as she stood before the anchor, likely a glamor of some sort to fool those not of her kin from finding the anchor or noticing when faeries were summoned to it.

It would be around a ten minute walk back to the oasis from there. The walk would most likely be safe from any violent threat to the faerie knight, as untamed, uncorrupted wildlife typically left the faeries alone and the satyrs and gruffs were very efficient at hunting the corrupted wildlife near fey sanctuaries into extinction. The only real threats Lyra was likely to face in her aroused state were those from her kin directed at her chastity. It was up to her what she wanted to do first, and the path she wanted to take to do it.

 

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Lyra let out a long sigh as she let herself be called to the anchor stone, feeling the air change from frigid to the familiar heat of home. It had only been a few hours since she'd last been here, and only a few hours before that she'd been elsewhere, on her previous summoning. She didn't usually get summoned twice in one day, especially for something as eventful as her last had been, and she was feeling the fatigue. Looking down at herself, Lyra frowned. She was covered in dried blood, as were her clothes. The clothes she had only just got from Abla hours before. If she hadn't been in such a situation, she never would have accepted a summoning dressed like this regardless.

Checking her surroundings to make sure there was nobody in sight, she rummaged around in her pack, retrieving the set of clothes she'd taken from the demon's home in her previous summoning. They were a little wrinkled at this point, having been used as makeshift coverings for the darksteel armour before she'd sold it, but they would serve for the moment. She didn't want Abla to see the state of the dancing clothes before she could get them cleaned. Taking a second look to ensure there was nobody around, Lyra quickly stripped out of the clothes she had been wearing, and replaced them with the simple clothes, tucking Abla's outfit into her pack for the time being.

Lyra needed some cleaning herself as well. Aside from the blood caking her skin, she was still feeling rather heated from the slime's touch. She had hoped that would fade quickly once she was away from the source, but she'd had no such luck. A chance to bathe might alleviate both issues, or so she hoped, so Lyra set out for the oasis proper, taking a longer route if needed to try to approach the water itself from the least populated angle. She didn't want to encounter more of her kin than she had to in this state, knowing what they were usually like. Especially the nymphs, or the satyrs... Really, there weren't many of them who weren't likely to try to take advantage if they realized what was going on.

She usually tried to bathe in the less busy parts of the oasis regardless, as she wasn't particularly fond of having others around her while she did so. Complete privacy was nearly impossible to find in the oasis, so she had gotten used to it, but she still preferred to find a relatively secluded area, since most of the faeries tended to congregate together, and the oasis what quite large. If she was lucky, nobody would even recognize her from a distance, and she might get left alone. For some reason she had never quite figured out, she always seemed to attract an unusual amount of attention compared to the others.

 

[Hafnium]

Re: Thou Art a Knight (Astarte) GM'd by Hafnium

Spoiler

Lyra: HP = 70, PP = 60, EP = 24/50, Status = Aroused, Weakened

The faerie would find no sign of voyeurs around as she changed into fresh clothing, though that didn't necessarily mean anything in a sanctuary with a healthy population of satyrs. Likewise, her trip back to the oasis seemed like it would prove perfectly uneventful. There were a few smaller pools separated from the main body of water that she could use for private - or as close to private as a faerie sanctuary could ever get - bathing, and they were rarely ever occupied as her kin tended to prefer communal bathing. Unfortunately, this time the first one she checked had two occupants.

When she arrived at the furthest pool and took a peek past the vegetation surrounding it, she caught sight of two faeries in the middle of their own bath time activities. The fae knight knew one of them, a sidhe male and fellow knight named Mahir who was standing in the middle of the pool. He had a rugged handsomeness about his facial features which he combined with an aura of almost primal masculinity and a charming smile to win many visiting mortals into bed with him. He might've been called a womanizer if it weren't for the fact that he often took the mortal men too. Having a physique which looked like it had been chiseled out of marble to mimic a god's didn't hurt his ability to sway others to lie with him either, and it would've been on full display if it hadn't been hidden from Lyra's point of view by a woman he was holding aloft by her backside with her legs wrapped around his waist.

Lyra couldn't tell who Mahir's partner of the moment was since all she could really see was her back. The woman's browned skin worked with her green hair to give her the coloration of a tree. Outside of the differences in her coloration she was markedly similar to Lyra in visible features, with long hair and an overall athletic but petite build. The noises she made were unlike anything that had ever left the redheaded knight's lips though. Pure, animal ecstasy escaped her in moans as Mahir pistoned himself into her suspended form at an ever increasing pace.

And it would turn out that Lyra had showed up just in time to witness the finale, as Mahir would soon bottom out with a groan. The knight could likely see far more than she wanted to, as his testes seized in order to deliver his potent seed directly into the woman and her body gave spasms in pleasure at the deposit. She would also get a view of his cum dripping out from between their joining and into the water of the pool they were standing in. He would continue to hold her there as they shared in an afterglow, and it didn't seem that either of the two had any clue that Lyra was present. They were so lost in each other that it seemed like they were considering going another round.

The knight would, however, be able to end her accidental voyeurism without them ever noticing. If she decided to move on with the bath, it would only be another few minutes worth of walking to find an unoccupied pool which was comfortably far enough from the two she'd accidentally peeped on. It seemed to be isolated enough and free of any voyeurs, though part of living in a faerie sanctuary was needing to keep vigilant.

 

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Lyra quickly backed out of the vegetation surrounding the pool, feeling her cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Why had she even watched for so long? Normally she wouldn't have stayed for more than a moment after noticing a pool was occupied, out of consideration for others—even if few others here seemed to care if they were seen. This time however, she'd barely even realized what she was doing at first, almost entranced by the sight before her. She had been frozen in place, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene, from tracing the movement of Mahir's cum as is trickled down and dripped into the water below.

She shook her head, trying to clear the images from her mind, all the while feeling the blush painting her face intensify even further. She didn't even know who the woman was, not from behind. The combination of colouration and general figure didn't make any immediate connections in her mind, but if she was a Sidhe as well, that meant little. Some simply changed things like their hair colour on a whim, it could have been anyone. Hurrying away, Lyra moved on to another pool, relieved that she avoided running into anyone along the way. This wasn't a state she wanted anyone to catch her in, especially not after what she had just seen. Normally it wouldn't have affected her like this. Normally she could have just pushed it from her mind and acted like she hadn't seen anything, but now she couldn't help fixating on it, the images refusing to leave her mind, even brief as the were.

It was fortunate that she had only had such brief contact with the slime, if the effects of whatever kind of aphrodisiac she had in her body were this pronounced from such a brief contact. Or perhaps it was just her? She was well aware that she was somewhat... repressed, compared to her kin. She had simply never been comfortable enough to open herself up to someone like that, and it had been so long now that it was even more difficult to consider. To actually admit her inexperience was a difficult thing to do, now that she'd built up something of a reputation as a knight. She was content to let everyone believe that she was just discrete about it.

Checking the next of the more secluded pools, Lyra was relieved to find that this one was unoccupied. Hurrying in and giving another quick look around to ensure there was nobody else around—it wouldn't be the first time she'd caught a satyr lurking in the bushes somewhere around the oasis—she left her pack by the side of the pool and quickly stripped out of the clothes she'd been wearing for the walk back. She was eager to get a chance to relax properly, and hopefully to relieve this unnatural arousal that had been plaguing her since dealing with the slime. Lowering herself into the water, Lyra let out a long sigh as she settled in, simply relaxing for several minutes before doing anything else.

By the time she started to work on scrubbing the blood and grime from her body, her hair had floated out around her, forming a rough circle of red in all directions—long enough to nearly drag along the ground when she was standing, it had a tendency to get a little out of control in the water—but she let it be for the moment. Cleaning it would come after, which was always something of a process in itself. She had no intention of being quick regardless, hoping that a nice long soak would finally relieve the effects of the slime's aphrodisiac. If it didn't, she wasn't certain what else she could do besides wait, she didn't want to walk back through the more populous parts of the oasis like this...

 

[Hafnium]

Re: Thou Art a Knight (Astarte) GM'd by Hafnium

Spoiler

Lyra: HP = 70, PP = 60, EP = 37/50, Status = Mostly Fine, On Track to Becoming a Wizard

The water itself didn't seem to aid in dissipating the knight's arousal, but time and solitude did. The warmth in Lyra's chest and loins wouldn't go without a fight. It still beckoned her to think about what she'd witnessed mere moments prior. It still urged her to touch herself and enjoy the increased sensitivity of her body, courtesy of the aphrodisiac. But over time, it would lose its grip and begin to slip away. It was a mental enemy, mostly, and as the faerie's supernatural body cleansed itself of the slime's effects, Lyra needed only willpower and patience to defeat it. Of course, she could take a physical approach as well, if she wanted it to be gone sooner and more completely, but the choice was still hers.

Regardless of what she chose to do in the bath and what order she did it in, it seemed to be her lucky day. She never once detected anyone even venturing near the pool she was bathing in. She had plenty of time to scrub the blood from her body with no distractions. Afterward, the knight would even be able to properly wash out and care for her lengthy mane, a task which was still arduously long even with the natural benefits of shapeshifting. By the time she was done with that, she would feel about as refreshed as she could be without a good night's rest. If she'd chosen to wait it out then only the smallest remnants of her original arousal would remain, and it wasn't enough to be even a minor distraction.

The faerie would be free to continue soaking for a while if she liked. She could also dry off, get dressed, and go see about concluding other business in the sanctuary. The sun had begun its departure downward by the time Lyra's hair was clean. While the spring faeries remained relatively active after nightfall it was usually with things other than work in mind, so if the redheaded faerie was looking to do business with any of the craftsmen in the oasis she would likely want to pursue that sooner rather than later. Likewise, the training grounds would prove far less active after night fell, which might be good or bad depending on her intentions there.

 

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Lyra quickly lost track of time as she relaxed in the pleasant waters, the normally arduous task of cleaning her hair made even longer by her sedate pace, but the distraction was welcome at the moment. The arousal brought on by the slime's aphrodisiac had begun to abate eventually, although the temptation to do something more immediate to put an end to it was strong. This would be the perfect time to do so, she'd seen no sign that anyone else was around, but it had become a matter of principle now. She wouldn't let this control her, she had a strong enough will to bear through it.

Eventually, she grudgingly pulled herself out of the water, now as clean as she could get and feeling far better than she had. She would still require proper rest to fully recover, and the heat that had been raging through her body hadn't entirely abated, but it was at a far more manageable level now. Time would do the rest. A few cantrips to control the air around her aided in drying herself off, especially her hair, before she dressed once again. Her hair was still a little damp, but it was always as monumental an effort to dry as it was to clean in the first place, so she made due with the fact that it wouldn't be soaking the back of her clothes.

She had been planning to get some practise in before she'd been summoned, but now didn't seem like the best time. The sun was already beginning to set, and the fatigue of two summonings back to back was starting to catch up with her. Besides, using the weapon and outfit in actual combat had done as much as any practise could have in familiarizing her with them, now she simply needed to work on the routine itself, and how to make best use of the sword and clothes' special properties.

Before she could do that however, she needed to get the outfit cleaned. She didn't want Abla or Dalal—The one who had made it, apparently—to see what she'd done to it only hours after receiving it, but at least she'd managed to avoid any damage to the clothes. Blood wouldn't come out from a simple wash though, so her best option was to look for someone versed in water magic. Hopefully they wouldn't ask too much in return for the small favour she was asking. Aside from that, there wasn't much else she planned to do before settling in for some rest. Farah had asked her to drop her armour off in the morning, and she needed to apologize to Kalila, but that would also be best saved for when the faun had gotten over her heat fully, so she could do that in the morning as well.

That just left the matter of practise, which also had to wait until after she had got some rest. She was also considering looking for some training in combat, to maybe ask some of the other knights to help her practise her offense. She was confident in her defenses, especially when fully armoured, but her duel with the demon knight had exposed several weaknesses in her style: Her lack of ability to break through an opponent's own defenses, and her vulnerability to counters. She hadn't forgotten the blow she'd taken in that duel, and how in a real fight it very well might have taken her down in a single hit. That was a frightening thought, and she needed to work on avoiding a repeat. Regardless, that could wait until after she had rested as well, and so her only real goal before returning to her tent to rest was to find someone who might be able to help her get her dancing outfit cleaned.

 

[Hafnium]

Re: Thou Art a Knight (Astarte) GM'd by Hafnium

Spoiler

Lyra: HP = 70, PP = 60, EP = 37/50, Status = Fine, But Probably Not Fine

The knight was able to dry herself and don her clothes in peace. Once she'd made the decision to try and get her enchanted silken garb cleaned before turning in for the night, all that was left was for her to find someone able to perform water magic. There was no shortage of capable mages in the oasis, but tracking one down might prove difficult. Her best bet would be along the edge of the main body of water, as that's where water nymphs could usually be found. They would also be the most likely to do the favor cheaply, as the ones who spent most of their time there weren't craftsmen and had nothing better to do. Beyond that, she would need to travel that route regardless to get back to her own tent.

Initially, her latest journey would seem to be as uneventful as the last few she'd taken. A short trip took her to the edge of the lake, and she was able to walk along the vegetation surrounding the water for a few more minutes after that without encountering anyone at all. Soon enough though, Lyra would be able to tell that she was reaching the more populated areas of the spring sanctuary again. She ran across a bathing group of kobolds and a troll, all of which paid her no mind at all. A short while later a group of satyrs and gruffs passed her, greeting her with a respectful nod. She would even cross paths with two warhounds, each nearly as tall as the faerie, who were apparently racing one another. And then moments later she found something which could only be described as odd.

A group of four satyrs and two gruffs had congregated next to the lake. Their collective physical builds could only be described as a group of five-foot tall boulders made entirely out of muscles. One of the gruffs was lying on a stone bench with both hands on a wooden pole which was capped at either end with stone weights, repeatedly pressing it from his chest into the air while one of the satyrs stood behind his head repeatedly shouting that it was all him. Another gruff positioned himself at an improvised rack and balanced a similar wooden pole with stone weights across his back before beginning to squat with the added weight. The three remaining satyrs were covered in oil and doing different flexes in order to show off their muscles for a nymph who was sitting on the ground and clapping excitedly at the show.

Lyra would immediately recognize the nymph as Hawa. She was a waifishly thin woman with sable skin who was always full of energy and regarded as licentious even for a nymph. She had hazel eyes and an oval face framed by curly brown hair with a beauty mark on her cheek. And, at least for the moment, she was wearing a silken green bandeau and a long, matching skirt. The faerie knight also happened to know that Hawa was capable at water magics, getting the nymph to clean her clothes for her was just a matter of whether or not she wanted to approach what was occurring in front of her.

 

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Re: Thou Art a Knight (Astarte) GM'd by Hafnium

Lyra passed by several others along her way to the main body of the oasis, but nothing beyond simple greetings were exchanged, if even that much. She didn't wish to take more time than she had to, more than a little eager to get a chance to rest. Fortunately it did not take long to find someone who might be able to help her, but the rest of the scene she arrived to was... odd, to say the least. A group of a half-dozen gruffs and satyrs, half of whom seemed to be working out, and the other half were... flexing. She had to admit on some level that they were rather impressive, especially since they couldn't fake it like some shapeshifters did, but it was still an unusual sight to happen upon.

The nymph watching them was someone she recognized, and someone she knew could help her, though that would mean interrupting her... show? Lyra wasn't even certain what to call what she was seeing. She was tempted to just move on and find someone else to help her, but there was no guarantee that she wouldn't stumble on something even more awkward next time. Fortunately the effects of the aphrodisiacs seemed to have mostly faded now, or she'd likely be having much more trouble with what she was seeing, but after her accidental peeping when she was trying to find a place to bathe she just wanted to get back to her tent without running into any more of that—and these were nymphs she was looking for.

Sighing, Lyra made her way towards the gathering, making sure to keep her eyes on the nymph rather than the flexing satyrs. For a moment she was at a loss for what to say, the odd situation making an ordinary greeting seem a little inappropriate. Still, it would be rude just to jump to her request, or to ignore the satyrs entirely. "Ah... Greetings, Hawa." She called out somewhat awkwardly once she neared the water's edge, "I hope I'm not being too much of a bother by interrupting the show?" She gave a nod and an apologetic look to the satyrs before turning back to the nymph. "But I had hoped to ask a simple favour. If you're busy though, I could wait, or try elsewhere..." Lyra trailed off, looking a little sheepish now that she had actually interrupted, wondering if she should have just found someone else. Hopefully they wouldn't be too bothered by the interruption.

 

[Hafnium]

Re: Thou Art a Knight (Astarte) GM'd by Hafnium

Spoiler

Lyra: HP = 70, PP = 60, EP = 37/50, Status = Fine, Won Two Tickets to the Gun Show

"Hi, Lyra!" The nymph cheerfully called back in greeting. She raised her hand in the air and offered a dainty wave toward the knight. "No, not at all! I can give you a hand real quick!" She would hop up to her feet and walk over to the knight, placing an arm around Lyra's shoulder to whisper conspiratorially into her her. "They're celibate. They think it makes it easier to build muscle. I just want to make sure I'm here when their self-control finally snaps because it's going to be amaaazing~" She continued at a normal volume; "so as long as this favor doesn't take me too far from here, I'm in! Well, that and I have a small favor that I want to ask in return!"

The satyrs didn't seem to mind the interruption. In fact, despite the apparent sole audience member for their show moving to Lyra's side, the satyrs never stopped flexing. They never even slowed down. They were so single-minded in their pursuits that it was entirely possible that they would've been flexing even if they were the only living beings in the oasis, or maybe on the planet. That didn't mean they were clueless to the presence of a potential second audience member, however, and their gaze followed Hawa as she moved to the newcomer's side. Before the knight could make her request, the satyrs would greet her, all the while still flexing.

"Ah, a knight!" One correctly guessed while showing off his incredibly defined lats.
"Have you come to watch the show?" The next asked, revealing that he had been too busy flexing to hear the two female faeries speaking. As he spoke he performed a front double bicep pose that made him look like he had two mountains growing on his arms.
"Or have you come to join it?" The third wondered aloud as he performed a front lateral spread that made it look like he had twice the natural amount of humanoid ab muscles.
"Yes, yes. You look strong! You should join us!" The first satyr took a side triceps pose.
"There's no artwork as beautiful in this world as strength! Why chisel marble into the perfect physique when you can use your own body instead?" The second one reversed his double biceps pose, showing off his own massive back muscles.
"It's a shame to hide the beauty of being strong away where nobody can appreciate it! Come, oil up and flex with us!" The third one took an abdominal and thigh pose, putting emphasis on his furred legs which were as thick as tree trunks.
"Actually, I completely agree with that," Hawa excitedly chimed in, licking her lips and looking at the faerie knight like a morsel to be devoured. "You should definitely pose with them!"

 

[Astarte]

Re: Thou Art a Knight (Astarte) GM'd by Hafnium

"Really?" Lyra glanced over to the Satyrs and Gruffs, then back to Hawa. The idea of a celibate faerie was not something she'd heard before—Even Lyra herself didn't consider herself celibate. She simply... hadn't found the right time yet. Not that she was planning to admit that to anyone, either. Before she could ask what she had come to ask, however, the satyrs greeted her as well.

"Ah, well, I suppose I can't argue with that idea." Lyra nodded. Her own art was almost entirely based on the body as well, if in a different way. For her, the physique she had developed was a means, not the goal. Regardless, she could appreciate what they were doing. They certainly weren't bad too look at, and she could see why Hawa was interested, even if she didn't quite agree with all of the reasons for that interest. "I'm afraid I'll have to decline for today. I just got back from my second summoning of the day, and I am rather tired."

She wasn't certain she'd want to join them even if she wasn't tired. The way Hawa was looking at her while encouraging her to join only solidified her belief that it was a bad idea. "Actually, that's the reason behind my request, I suppose. My armour got damaged the first time, so when I got summoned again, I... Well, I suppose i didn't really consider what i was wearing." Lyra's voice grew a little sheepish at this point, a little embarrassed at admitting what had happened, and feeling a little awkward now that she actually needed to ask the question. As she spoke, she reached into her bag to retrieve the clothes. "Well, I was just hoping to find someone who knows water magic. I promised a performance soon, so I need to get it cleaned, and magic is the only way I'm going to be able to get that done quickly..."

 

[Hafnium]

Re: Thou Art a Knight (Astarte) GM'd by Hafnium

Spoiler

Lyra: HP = 70, PP = 60, EP = 37/50, Status = Fine, Faced with a Terrible Price

While they wouldn't pressure her any further, the satyrs didn't let the knight's choice to decline their invitation slow them down or even disappoint them. "Come anytime! We're here every day!" The first one offered jovially. "It will make you feel great, I promise! You can even use the weights if you like!"

"Oh, that's easy! Don't act all ashamed about it," Hawa tried to reassure the faerie knight with a giggle and a pat on the back, after the latter had told her tale. "I get asked to remove cum from all manner of material at least, like, ten times a day! This doesn't even register as something worth embarrassment. And this is good for me too, because you happen to have shown up at the perfect time," her grin turned conspiratorial. "I'll make your clothes look as good as new if you'll just do me a little favor. A teensy-weensy, itty-bitty favor. I want a kiss. A kiss from a knight. Right here, right after I've got your clothes ready. Yes, in front of everyone. Think of it as a... a scavenger hunt thing, yeah, and you can give me the one last thing that I need. A few seconds of your time in exchange for a few seconds of mine. If you're willing to do that little thing for me then I'll get your clothes sorted out faster than a succubus can slip out of their pants~"

"How about it?" The nymph asked with a grin still on her lips.

 

[Astarte]

Re: Thou Art a Knight (Astarte) GM'd by Hafnium

"Well, that's not quite what I need removed..." Lyra sighed softly as the nymph grinned at her, already worried about where this was going. Sometimes she envied the humans' system of currency, it made exchanges like this so much simpler. The favour she was asking was only minor, the same sort of magic that she'd used to dry herself off after bathing, so what was asked in return wasn't likely to be anything too large. On the other hand, she'd been through this before, and it wasn't always that simple.

Upon hearing the Nymph's price, Lyra could only stare at her for a few moments before finally sighing once again. It wasn't as bad as she had expected, but it was still unexpected. She was taken aback by both the request itself and the way the nymph was acting about it. Something about Hawa's behaviour told her there was more to the request than a simple kiss, or that she hoped to get something more out of it. She glanced over to the satyrs again, then back to the nymph, remembering her earlier comment. Was this what that was about? Was she trying to tempt them?

"All right, fine, if that's what you want." She felt a little bad about agreeing to this if it was what she thought it was, but she was tired and just wanted to get this over with. Really, the price wasn't even that bad, even for her. If the worst of the aphrodisiac's effects hadn't already passed she might have been worried, especially with a nymph who certainly had far more experience than she did in these matters, but she was feeling clear-minded now. "I'm afraid I'm not looking particularly knightly at the moment," She gestured to the rather plain, if comfortable, clothes she was wearing, "But somehow I get the feeling that isn't really what you're after, is it?"

 

[Hafnium]

Re: Thou Art a Knight (Astarte) GM'd by Hafnium

Spoiler

Lyra: HP = 70, PP = 60, EP = 37/50, Status = Fine, Accidental Accomplice

"Having a deeper motive? Little ol' me? Surely not," Hawa grinned as she took the bundle of Lyra's clothes in order to inspect the items. "These are really nice! I can see why you'd be a bit embarrassed about getting them all bloody. Nothing a bit of magic can't fix though," she remarked as she began her work, casting a series of small cantrips which barely caused her spirit to even stir. Only minimal water was necessary in order to wet the stains so that the nymph could pull blood directly out of the fabric and send it in a steady stream to the ground below. "I hope whoever this all belonged to was at least a jerk," she thought aloud as she finished the last bloodstain. After the blood was gone, the lesser faerie would clean away the dust and dirt which Lyra had collected from walking through the ancient labyrinth as well. By the time Hawa handed them back for the redhead's inspection, the enchanted garb was as clean as when she'd received it as a gift.

This left the matter of Lyra's payment to Hawa, which the nymph expectantly awaited. The other woman was about half a head shorter than Lyra and she adopted a demure pose with her hands clasped behind her back, with her eyes closed and her lips pressed together for the sidhe's kiss. If Lyra had been wearing her faeriegold armor it might've looked like something out of a storybook, with a desert princess awaiting a sign of affection from her knight. Or at least it looked that way until Lyra actually moved to grant her the kiss, at which point the scene shifted to look something more like a fly falling into the trap of a carnivorous plant.

The nymph's hands went to Lyra's hips, both gentle and firm at once as they pulled the knight in and held her close. She pressed her mouth forcefully against Lyra's own, allowing the knight to discover a faintly sweet taste on Hawa's soft lips. It was a sweetness similar to nectar, which complimented the smell of wildflowers emanating from the nymph. Hawa wasn't content to keep the kiss to their lips though, and expertly maneuvered her tongue into the sidhe's mouth to begin a dance with which the inexperienced Lyra couldn't keep up. At the same time, the redheaded faerie could feel the other woman's warmth through her small breasts and flat stomach as the nymph left as little space as possible between them. And she could feel the other woman's hands begin to move, slipping under her shirt to sensuously rub up and down her sides.

It might not have become obvious until Hawa broke the kiss with a satisfied smile about half a minute later, but the satyrs' show had completely stopped in favor of the one knight had helped to put on. The exercise had stopped as well, except for the lone bench gruff who was struggling to lift the weights off of himself because his spotter had apparently forgotten he existed. Four satyrs and a gruff simply stood staring at the two faerie women with their mouths wide open in awe. More alarmingly, their long-neglected groins had stirred and Lyra found that five organs as long as her forearm were pointed at Hawa and her. Glancing at the nymph would reveal Hawa to be quite proud of her work.

"Thanks for your help, I really enjoyed it~" she grinned at Lyra. With one hand still on the knight's waist, Hawa used the other to slip off her own bandeau and expose her petite breasts to the goats and caused them to sprout another inch each. "Do you want some of this action? I can share~ It'll be a lot of fu-un~"

Despite everything, Lyra was free to do as she pleased in the situation she'd accidentally created. If, for whatever reason, the mood took her, she could stick around. But she would just as easily be able to beat a hasty retreat to her tent. The choice was hers.

 

[Astarte]

Re: Thou Art a Knight (Astarte) GM'd by Hafnium

"Well, he was trying to strangle my summoner, so I had to wrestle him down to get him off of her." Lyra conveniently left the part where she'd had two elementals aiding her out of her explanation, watching as Hawa got to work with her magic, cleaning the blood and other accumulated grime from the clothing. It was clear that the nymph was experienced in this sort of work, as she'd said, and it took little time at all before the outfit was returned to her in pristine condition. "Thank you. That's one less thing I have to worry about. And hopefully I'll get to show them off soon,
tomorrow if nothing else interferes." Lyra gratefully took the clothes, quickly packing them away once again.

Then matters turned to payment. Lyra had been secretly hoping that Hawa would take the lead, but it looked as though she really did want the "kiss from a knight" as she'd said. The situation Lyra found herself in could very well have been a scene from a storybook, at least by appearances, especially had she been in her armour at the time. Even without that, her current attire wasn't entirely unsuited to the role, the clothes were something like what might be worn under armour after all, and still nice looking, if plain. The nymph managed to insert herself into the role of the innocent princess all too well, considering she was most certainly neither of those things.

A brief pause followed, before Lyra finally leaned forward, the nymph short enough that she had to bend down slightly to reach, cupping Hawa's cheek with one hand to gently tilt her head to the right angle for their lips to meet. It was only moments after that contact that the positions were reversed, the much more experienced nymph quickly breaking the facade and taking control. It wasn't as if this was an entirely new experience for Lyra—she had shared kisses before, especially when she was younger, and perhaps on rare occasion with a summoner, but had never let anything progress beyond such simple signs of affection. To her fellow faeries, a kiss like this was most often just a form of foreplay, as Hawa had quickly made evident. Nothing like the romantic kisses of the stories she had read and heard.

Lyra's relative inexperience made it easy to simply let Hawa take over, reciprocating her actions but very clearly letting the nymph take the lead. She could feel her cheeks reddening slightly as the nymphs hands found their way under her shirt, but it seemed harmless enough for the moment. As long as Hawa didn't start trying to pull her clothes off entirely she would let it slide. In truth it was quite pleasant, between the subtly sweet taste of the nymph's lips and the feeling of another body pressed against her own, and it was over all too soon when Hawa broke away.

"I think that may have been a little more than we agreed to." Lyra gave the nymph a mock stern look for a moment, but her flushed cheeks and the smile that broke through a moment later quickly gave her away. When the nymph suddenly began to strip her own top off the knight's face grew another shade redder, and another when she glanced to the side to see the Satyrs' reaction. She had suspected what the nymph was after, but she hadn't expected it to be this successful. Quickly averting her eyes back to the nymph, she shook her head. "No, I think I will need to pass. I need to get some rest,
not tire myself even more, after all." She tried to keep her voice composed, as she usually did in this sort of situation, to continue to give the illusion that she was simply aloof, rather than nervous. "This was your plan after all, I'll have to leave you to deal with it yourself."

 

[Hafnium]

Re: Thou Art a Knight (Astarte) GM'd by Hafnium

Spoiler

Lyra: HP = 70, PP = 60, EP = 37/50, Status = Fine, Should've Run when She Had the Chance

"Hmm? Hmm..." the nymph hummed as she regarded Lyra with a knowing look. Her eyes very blatantly settled upon the sidhe woman's reddened cheeks for a few moments before meeting the knight's gaze again. "Pale skin is a poor choice for you, little Lyra. It makes you a terrible liar," Hawa grinned as her hands moved to the knight's upper arms and continued to hold her close. She ignored the goats who were still undergoing a monumental battle of will to hold onto their own chastity in favor of unknowingly attempting to steal Lyra's instead. "It's pretty unfair to pretend that you didn't like it just as much as I did~ Liars have to be punished..."

The nymph gave the knight's sleeve a little tug, exposing her shoulder so that Hawa could begin to plant little kisses down the redhead's neck across her bare skin. "The others are starting to spread a lot of rumors about you, you know..." she muttered, her mouth still so close to Lyra's neck that she could feel Hawa's warm breath against her flesh. The sweet, flowery smell the knight was catching from the nymph only seemed to intensify as the latter grew more aggressive. "Not a faerie in the oasis can name a partner you've had. We all assumed that you just liked your privacy, or that you preferred to choose your summoners. But getting all red and fidgety because of a little kiss like that? Oh so obviously enjoying it and then saying you're tired but not even trying to pull away? What am I to think about all that, I wonder...?"

She pulled away from Lyra's neck and met the knight's eyes anew, licking her upper lip as she got another look at the redhead's reactions. "I think... you and I should go back to your tent, just the two of us. I think you should let me show you a real nymph's kiss. I think that should happen, because I think you'll have a more restful sleep than you've ever had in your life, and you'll wake up relaxed and ready to take on the world."

 

[Astarte]

Re: Thou Art a Knight (Astarte) GM'd by Hafnium

"No, I'm going to have to decline." Lyra's voice remained firm, but was dangerously close to breaking. As much as she didn't want to admit that the nymph was having an effect on her, she certainly was. And she was hitting all too close with her guesses. This was reminding her all too much of the situation with Kalila earlier, and she wasn't going to have such a convenient escape this time. She had to be firm, and end this before Hawa took it any further. As persistent as many of the faeries here were, they would respect her decision if the was clear about it, or so she hoped.

Putting her hands on Hawa's shoulders, she pushed the nymph back off of her. She avoided being too forceful, just enough to separate the two and give her some space. "You're free to think what you want, but right now I just want to rest." Lyra managed to compose herself this time, her voice remaining steady as she spoke. She released her grip on the nymph's shoulders and made to move around her and continue on her route back to her tent. "I'm sure you can find some other way to amuse yourself."

Lyra was already regretting showing weakness once again. Some of her kin seemed keen to jump on any sign of it, and she could already imagine the sort of rumours that were going to get spread around now, between Kalila and Hawa. Hopefully she could convince the former to not spread what she had said around at least, she still planned to stop by in the morning to apologize. She was not looking forward to the teasing she would get if that got spread around—and it would, rumours spread quickly around the oasis. She just didn't want to have to worry about this any more right now though, she could figure out what she was going to do in the morning, assuming Hawa was even willing to let her leave without further trouble.