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Vengeance or Reconciliation? (Termite)


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: HP = 96/96, PP = 80, EP = 78/100, Signet Ring EP = 15/30, Aes's Ring EP = 10/10, Status = Naked?


Aescila: Spent 147/210 EP, 30 EP ring is full, DESPAIR
Akorvick: Grump
Ria: Fine
Angelle: Fine
Anowyn: Still a babby

Roko: Still a cripple
Turoc: Still an asshole

Fight Stats
100 militia, 100 lightly armed levy troops
4 catapults
150 Red Crow Mercenaries, 15 dead, 20 captured
20 golems

VS

220 orcs including; decimated group of clanless, contingent of blue serpent banner archers, remnants of mounted knights with bows, squad of strange berserkers, contingent of red grinning standard orcs, three contingents of black banner elite orcs (Ebon Trident)
2 dragon knights
glowing greater knight (Sengin)
green boar rider

14 mounted archers (12d10 + 4 to hit and 2d8+19 base damage that ignores 5 AV, 12d10 Dodge) Captured
1 shaman Matat, with horsemen behind Ochre, captured

Bahk = caramel (alive)
Mishra (dead)
Mr Impatient = chocolate (alive)
Mook1 = vanilla, memorable through fear (alive)
Mook2 = normal (dead)
Brute Man = extra dense, peppery (alive)
Goon1, smart (dead)
Goon2, dumb, chocolate 2 (alive)
Aes color="red"] copyable hopefully [/color
Melody
Abariel color="purple"][/color

Matat seemed momentarily at a loss, and looked back at Alex in despondent confusion, at least until Alex's words made clear her intent as they surveyed the corpses of the slain orcs. "They... Were not of my tribe..." She looked back to the pile of bodies, grimacing. "Really, I barely knew most of these people... Besides reputation of their clan's ways and... Shared troubles," she continued, before taking in a deep breath of her own, sighing, and then stepping forward to speak.

The shaman's words were in orcish, a tongue that Alex had no grasp of, but they came in the form of a chant. It was similar, in some ways, to what Alex had heard when the group had been giving a funeral dirge for some of their fallen not too long ago... And when it was over, she stepped back again and nodded, staring straight ahead as Alex immolated the orc's bodies. She wouldn't save their souls, which had likely been snared by the greater dragon before her presence had been dispelled, nor would she spare them the indignity of the looting that the Red Crows had already subjected them to, but at least their ashes would pass upon the wind. "Ghhhhnnn... As good a fate as they can be offered at this point," Akorvick grumbled, his wings wrapped around himself as he observed the closing moments of the fire.

Turning to look towards her, Akorvick glared down with a conflicted expression, and then simply said; "I will see you back in Ochre." It was then that he turned, stepped away, spread his wings, and hurled himself into the air, taking off after the caravan of mercenaries and their handful of prisoners. The orcs were being marched in single file, their arms and legs manacled, deprived of their armor and most of their clothes in spite of the cold... When Alex flew overhead not long after, Bahk stared at her as best he could, before she and Matat vanished into the night sky...

Matat herself gave a startled gasp when Alex scooped her up, and had little time to throw her arms around Alex's shoulders before the dragoness was taking off into the sky. "I-is this necessary!?" she asked nervously, glancing down over her shoulder - at the ground very quickly flying by below - before giving a gulp and looking back towards Alex's face. It was likely one of her first times flying... But it most definitely wasn't one of Abariel's first flights.

Alex might have gotten used to her wings, but the angel had been born with hers, and so she was easily able to catch up with and then pass the dragoness as they headed back towards the town, fluttering ahead of Alex and even flying with her back towards the ground, ensuring that Alex wouldn't have to crane her neck uncomfortably for them to talk. "I can't become entangled too heavily in this, but I can at least stay in the area... Do what I can," she called, but then gave a grimace as a glow came over her eyes. What she said next had a degree of weight backed by power that Alex could feel sweeping around her as well, and she continued; "To the South and East of this valley, at the mouth of the Pass of Ghosts in Southern Crolia, a spire of flesh and slime awaits. The Invaders from the stars still have a stronghold there, where new horrors are being crafted. It is for you to go there and end it... Destroy the new creations if you can, before they can spread to harm others. And you must do so... Alone."

The last word was said with readily evident distaste, Abariel clearly not wishing to foist the full responsibility onto Alex, but it seemed that destinty had tied her hands... And so, all that she could do was shake her head and offer an apologetic look.
 
The mention of an alien stronghold nearly caused Alex to stumble in her flight, and thought she caught herself immediately after it still would have left a hitch that would make poor Matat worry even more. Alex offered the Shaman a small apologetic glance before her focus returned to the angel guiding her. With all the talk of orcs and war she'd nearly forgotten that the invaders still remained on this world even if not in quite as grand a number as when they arrived. The fact that they were gathering and strengthening themselves meant they were still on their own warpath, and the dragon could only frown as she was told she'd need to face them on her own. "How much time do I have before I need to take on this task?" Because that was the real crux of what she was dealing with. If this interrupted what scarce plans she'd already made then everything was going to turn into a complete and utter mess.
 
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: HP = 96/96, PP = 80, EP = 78/100, Signet Ring EP = 15/30, Aes's Ring EP = 10/10, Status = Naked?


Aescila: Spent 147/210 EP, 30 EP ring is full, DESPAIR
Akorvick: Grump
Ria: Fine
Angelle: Fine
Anowyn: Still a babby

Roko: Still a cripple
Turoc: Still an asshole

Fight Stats
100 militia, 100 lightly armed levy troops
4 catapults
150 Red Crow Mercenaries, 15 dead, 20 captured
20 golems

VS

220 orcs including; decimated group of clanless, contingent of blue serpent banner archers, remnants of mounted knights with bows, squad of strange berserkers, contingent of red grinning standard orcs, three contingents of black banner elite orcs (Ebon Trident)
2 dragon knights
glowing greater knight (Sengin)
green boar rider

14 mounted archers (12d10 + 4 to hit and 2d8+19 base damage that ignores 5 AV, 12d10 Dodge) Captured
1 shaman Matat, with horsemen behind Ochre, captured

Bahk = caramel (alive)
Mr Impatient = chocolate (alive)
Mook1 = vanilla, memorable through fear (alive)
Brute Man = extra dense, peppery (alive)
Goon2, dumb, chocolate 2 (alive)
Aes color="red"] copyable hopefully [/color
Melody
Abariel color="purple"][/color

"AAAAAAHHHHH!" Matat gave a shocked scream as Alex had her mid-air stumble, and Abariel diverted to try and intercept in case the dragoness and her charge actually fell towards the ground. Fortunately, Alex managed to right herself, and though Matat clutched to her a bit more tightly, the shaman was alright... Assuming that Alex didn't take another dive. To her question, Abariel gave the dragoness a helpless look, shrugged, and then answered; "It's... Not like I have a strict timeline. You know that's not how the predictions work... But, given what they are, sooner is better than later. And given where it is, it's at least not far out of your way once you leave here."

The lights of Ochre were soon visible in the distance, more illuminated than it might have been normally. There were lights in the woods beyond; the camp fires of the orcs waiting to besiege and assault the town. Mirabel's mage tower was most visible structure in town, illuminated by the moonlight on the frigid night. It was hard to guess exactly where her Mate, daughters, and Ria might be at this point, but where Alex chose to aim to land was ultimately up to her.
 
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So, no absolute timeline to worry about, and it's not too far off their intended path. But, of course, the sooner the better. It was definitely something to think about, but not right now. Alex wanted her focus to remain on the battle ahead, and she didn't need a distraction while she was doing everything she could to prevent anymore loss of life.

With Ochre coming into view the glow of campfires told the dragon that the orcs were near the town. The mage's tower was lit as the most noticeable landmark Ochre had to offer, and for a moment Alex considered just heading straight there. Time was limited, after all. But she wasn't exactly clothed at the moment, and even if Melody had seen her in the middle of the orcish rutt there was a certain need for some decorum, especially with the 'guest' Alex was bringing. That was why she banked toward the inn.

Landing was a bit of a trial. She needed to find a place where she could land comfortably while carrying the shaman, but not out in the open where she'd cause a direct panic with an orc and an angel just landing for everyone to see. But if there wasn't any suitably place then fuck it. She'd just land by the door. Either way Matat would be handed over to Abariel. "Please keep an eye on her for a second." Hopefully the presence of the angel would calm some hearts before a giant ruckus was called while Alex entered the building, and once inside she would look around to see if anyone from her party was present. Hopefully they were. Otherwise Alex would just rush up to her room for a change of clothes before heading back out to return to the tower.
 
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: HP = 96/96, PP = 80, EP = 89/100, Signet Ring EP = 15/30, Aes's Ring EP = 10/10, Status = Naked


Aescila: Spent 207/210 EP, 30 EP ring is empty, HUNGRY
Akorvick: Grump
Ria: Fine, eepy
Angelle: Fine
Anowyn: Still a babby

Roko: Still a cripple
Turoc: Still an asshole

Fight Stats
100 militia, 100 lightly armed levy troops
4 catapults
150 Red Crow Mercenaries, 15 dead, 20 captured
20 golems

VS

220 orcs including; decimated group of clanless, contingent of blue serpent banner archers, remnants of mounted knights with bows, squad of strange berserkers, contingent of red grinning standard orcs, three contingents of black banner elite orcs (Ebon Trident)
2 dragon knights
glowing greater knight (Sengin)
green boar rider

14 mounted archers (12d10 + 4 to hit and 2d8+19 base damage that ignores 5 AV, 12d10 Dodge) Captured
1 shaman Matat, with horsemen behind Ochre, captured

Bahk = caramel (alive)
Mr Impatient = chocolate (alive)
Mook1 = vanilla, memorable through fear (alive)
Brute Man = extra dense, peppery (alive)
Goon2, dumb, chocolate 2 (alive)
Aes color="red"] copyable hopefully [/color
Melody
Abariel color="purple"][/color

Surveying the ground below, Alex could land in a small alleyway between the tavern and the shop next to it without drawing much in the way of attention. It wasn't exactly secluded, but the night was dark enough they nobody came to investigate, allowing her to leave Matat in Abariel's care. The angel nodded, and gave Matat a reassuring smile, which the captive orc shaman didn't exactly return in kind, being still clearly uncomfortable both from the flight and from what had just happened.

That left Alex to head to the tavern door, allowing her to enter the dimly lit building in relative peace... Unfortunately, it wasn't exactly empty at the moment. The place was far from packed, but on the night before a battle a handful of militia and mercenaries had come together to drink, carouse, reminisce, and throw some dice... And the half dozen men got themselves an immediate eyeful of Alex's nude form as they, in unison, turned towards the opening door. Faces were quick to shift from surprise to grins, and the jeers, thanks, and invitations followed her up the stairs, though, none of them were stupid or drunk enough to directly come after her.

Not many were staying in Ochre's inns at this point, and it seemed that all but the rooms that they had rented had been evacuated in a hurry. When she checked the room that Dingroria was staying in, the oni was present, lying on her side and snoring audibly. The next room, where her Mate waited for her, however, found Alex entering a room occupied by an Aescila rubbing sleep from her eyes in the light of a freshly conjured white orb, though at the sight of Alex she sat up sharply... A little too sharply. Her gaze was momentarily feverish and predatory, and her movements bore that out as she slid out of bed a little too smoothly even as Aescila's look softened; her Mate was obviously ravenously hungry, and barely managing to keep control of herself at the sight of her as she stalked over to embrace Alex in a hug.

"About time... I thought you'd found some side quest to dally on and forgotten about Ochre's predicament~" she murmured sardonically into Alex's ear as she hugged the dragoness.
 
The sight of so many people in the Inn's common room brought Alex to an immediate halt, at least until the first cat call hit her. In that moment she steeled her will and walked past with grim determination, the invitations largely ignored save for the faint blush that only worsened step by step until she finally managed to leave it all behind as she ascended the stairs. A quick check of Ria's room showed the oni sleeping if not soundly at least peacefully, but when she checked hers she found a very different sight. Aes woke the moment the room opened, what grogginess she showed vanishing in an instant once she spotted Alex, and the dragon nearly recoiled at the look of pure predatory delight in her lover's eyes while Aes slid out of bed. That devilish glee softened immediately after, a clear sign that though Aes was in control her hunger had become a ravenous thing lurking just under that control waiting for someone to offer themselves.

Alex didn't know if she'd ever seen Aes this bad, but she steeled her resolve and kept herself moving forward to embrace her Mate. She didn't immediately respond to that little quip the angel made, but after a moment and a quick fiddling of her fingers she gave her love a kiss. It was an open thing, not quite an invitation for more, but if Aes needed just a quick little bite to settle her nerves then Alex was giving her the chance to do so. As Alex did she took the former demon's hand and placed her own rings in them, a couple shallow pools of energy that could be used to help stave off that hunger so Aes could gain more control of herself. Alex wouldn't even object if that insidious tail started teasing her in a bid to inspire even more pleasure, but before things could go any further Alex would pull back to offer a more chaste kiss to the demon's forehead. "I'm sorry I can't offer you more. We don't have the time."

Alex would wait for Aescila's response, but following that she would immediately part to grab a new set of clothing that would go with her armor. "Abariel is waiting outside, and she's currently watching someone I pulled from the camp. We need to get to the tower and have a talk with Melody hopefully before this mess boils over." There was no telling how well this would go, especially with Matat present, but the orc needed to be there. They needed someone who could confirm what Alex learned at the camp, and hopefully that would be enough to get the mage to stand down enough to hopefully end the hostilities before they truly began.
 
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: HP = 96/96, PP = 80, EP = 45/100, Signet Ring EP = 0/30, Aes's Ring EP = 00/10, Status = Excited


Aescila: 83/210 EP, 0/30 EP ringy, still hongy
Akorvick: Grump
Ria: Fine, eepy zzzZZZzzz
Angelle: Fine
Anowyn: Still a babby

Roko: Still a cripple
Turoc: Still an asshole

Fight Stats
100 militia, 100 lightly armed levy troops
4 catapults
150 Red Crow Mercenaries, 15 dead, 20 captured
20 golems

VS

220 orcs including; decimated group of clanless, contingent of blue serpent banner archers, remnants of mounted knights with bows, squad of strange berserkers, contingent of red grinning standard orcs, three contingents of black banner elite orcs (Ebon Trident)
2 dragon knights
glowing greater knight (Sengin)
green boar rider

14 mounted archers (12d10 + 4 to hit and 2d8+19 base damage that ignores 5 AV, 12d10 Dodge) Captured
1 shaman Matat, with horsemen behind Ochre, captured

Bahk = caramel (alive)
Mr Impatient = chocolate (alive)
Mook1 = vanilla, memorable through fear (alive)
Brute Man = extra dense, peppery (alive)
Goon2, dumb, chocolate 2 (alive)
Aes color="red"] copyable hopefully [/color
Melody
Abariel color="purple"][/color

Aescila may have intaken the power of an angel and made it part of herself, may have gained some of the resilience of a dragon from feeding on Alex so many times, and may have had decades of practice in managing her hunger, but deep down, at the core of her being, she was still a succubus. That inversion of her soul, the force that demanded that she feed it from others rather than build itself up as healthy souls did, was at the very core of her being, a fundamental part of her that was woven through every portion of her identity. The Hunger was eternal, relentless, and grew more demanding the longer it went unfed and the more of her energies that she used... And Aescila, at that point, was ravenously hungry, near to the point where she would have been reduced to mindlessness. The nearness of one on whom she had fed many, many times only urged that need all the harder, and that kiss was all the leeway that it needed for Aes to let it slip.

In spite of the lightness of that kiss, the subtle indication, Aescila practically pounced on her when their lips met, seizing Alex in a surge that left her hoisted in the angel's arms and putting the dragon's back against the wall next to the door. Her tongue surged into Alex's mouth, coiling around the dragon's and setting up an all too familiar dance, sending excitement curling up the dragon's spine unbidden, but just as familiar with the sense of her lover starting to feed. Tendrils of hungry essence brushed against her soul briefly before sliding in, ravenously siphoning away portions of Alex's power as they slowly but surely wound towards her core. Raw ethereal bliss, not conjoined with the physical pleasure that normally accompanied it, flooded through Alex's very being, wiping away thought and threatening to leave her mind utterly blank with the addicting sensation of being fed upon. Aescila gorged herself, heedless of any resistance on Alex's part, until the furthest tips of those hungry tendrils of soul were pressing into the very heart of Alex's spirit, that far denser substance that made up many of the things that made her, her. It would take a great deal more to siphon off more than a sliver of that core, however, and Aes finally seemed to regain some control of herself after a few moments of trying.

With an almost pained groan of effort cutting off the hungry moans she'd been unleashing while their tongues danced, Aescila unwound herself from Alex both spiritually and orally, resulting in her tongue withdrawing from between Alex's lips after a few seconds' effort as Aes's face retreated, faint glowing wisps of Alex's essence following it into her mouth as she very slowly retreated. Her pupils, having gone so heavily dilated that the red of her eyes had entirely vanished, began to shrink back to their normal size as she wrestled her hunger - now at least partly satiated - back into submission. "Hahh.... Haaahhh.... Aaahhh.... Hnnnn..... Mmhhhhh.... I, uhhh... S-sorry..." She murmured after another moment, and Alex would plainly be able to tell that it was only by a monumental effort of will on Aescila's part that she wasn't in a mating press being rutted until the demoness was fully satiated again right now. As it was, she'd drained nearly half of Alex's own reserves in a matter of moments, though Alex's power would at least partially restore itself over the course of a couple of minutes.

After another brief pause, Alex was let back onto her feet, and Aes gave a sheepish smile before grasping the offered ring-bedecked hand, intaking the extra energy that Alex had stored in them. She was still nowhere near full strength, but her Mate was at least now far from starving. "Thanks... Uhm.... Right, business." She finally fully broke the embrace and stepped back, allowing Alex to get to her pack and get some spare clothing and underarmor padding so that she could finally regain some decency. "Huh... Well, I'm sure that she got someone to watch the kids for us. I uhhh... Teleported them back home while you were away. Don't exactly want them here if the place is about to be the sight of a battle."

Following that remark, Aes would nod, giving a brief flicker of an expression that was mostly her usual casual smirk but with a hint of a grimace. "Guessing that I won't be talking you into waking up Ria with a double header, then.... Or, I guess triple if Abariel wanted in..." Following that flippant remark, Aescila would aid Alex in armoring up if the dragoness wished, only sneaking a handful of gropes in the process, before following her outside. Thankfully, they didn't have to suffer any more catcalls on the way out, the tavern-goers being preoccupied with a drinking contest as they were coming down the stairs.

Abariel was standing at ease in the alleway, arms folded over her chest, and she greeted Aescila with a nod. "Good evening, Aescila," she said easily, and Aes returned the nod before looking to Matat... Who was visibly shivering, clutching at herself in the wintery cold. She'd been in her evening wear when they left, hadn't had the time or opportunity to grab her proper clothes, and had benefited from Alex's warmth on the trip here, but now was stuck dealing with winter's chill unassisted. Even with her shivering, however, she all but jumped out of her skin at the sight of Aescila, leaping to interpose Abariel between herself and the dark-feathered angel, defensive power starting to flare around herself. As both Alex and Abariel were relaxed, however, the orc shaman relaxed quickly... As much as she could given that she was freezing, anyway. "R-right.... Mh-mh-your mh-mate..."

"Aaah, you brought the shaman that caught you... So, what exactly is the plan here?" Aes asked, the group moving with Alex as she presumably started moving them towards Melody's tower. Alex would have ample opportunity to lay out her intentions for the trio as they traveled through the winter night to the towering spire at the center of Ochre.

When they arrived, the large doors were closed, with no visible way to open them. A single lumpy clay humanoid figure stood outside, the golem statue-still as they approached, but a faint white glare appeared in its eyes once they were within about ten feet of it and the doors. "STATE. YOUR. BUSINESS. PLEASE."
 
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