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Re: Thou Art a Knight (Astarte) GM'd by Hafnium
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"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."
Lyra: HP = 70, PP = 60, EP = 24/50, Status = Weakened, Aroused, Aspect of the Wind, 10/11 Willpower, This is Getting Awkward
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.
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."