Vinheim.
Your journey would take you through a the hinterlands filled with rolling hills of green bathed in orange-yellow hues by the setting sun in the east above a walled, stately castle far into the distance. As the light came nearer and nearer to the horizon, took a road past the farmlands and vineyards into a village by the name of Zendar. There you settled at an inn where you are invited to warm drink and pleasant conversation.
All which would be interrupted by an abrupt rumbling that rattled away at the floorboards beneath your feet and sent the cutlery placed out on the tables into a mad, clattering fit. From the windows you could see an odd glow emerging from the very ground itself, washing the tavern with its oppressive red light until suddenly there was a bright flash and an eldritch force that rocked the whole establishment, sending chairs, tables, and residents to the floor as everyone heard the sound of splintering wood and the shattering of glass.
...........
............
A powerful musk assaulted your nostrils as your bodies begin to stir. You all felt the rough texture of wood and rubble weighing you down, but an experimental push would reveal that it wasn't immovable. Eladra and Rona were on one side of the room while Eldakar, Gwen, and Kriv were on the other.
Everyone's hazy vision settled back into clarity, and from your various positions in the room you had a view of tabletops turned over and spilled alcohol staining the floorboards. If you looked up, you would have had a view of dark, smog-filled skies hat you could see through the holes in what was now half of the inn's roof and second floor. The tormenting ringing in your ears faded and was replaced by the sounds of deep, carnal grunts and gagged whimpers punctuated by wet slapping noises that echoed throughout the inn. Distant screams and cries could be heard outside of the establishment.
Just a mere heartbeat passed before an unsuspecting being with scarlet skin and tiny wings on his back scampered across Kriv's place in the wreckage completely unaware. Even in the dim light of the room, there was no mistaking the carnal desire that flickered within those tiny red irises surrounded by black.
Unhindered by armor, the demon had naught but a loincloth that was pushed to the side, his turgid 4 inch length swaying back and forth, leaking at the tip. Drops of unholy pre went splattering right onto Gwen-Dara's face, the half-sea-elf lying near the dragonborn in the rubble off to the right while Eldakar was on the left.
The imp ran over towards the tavern counter where 30 feet away a hooded figure in dark, tattered robes and another of the demon's kind had the innkeeper bent over between them as they fucked her pussy and throat with wild, fevered abandon. A muffled scream now came from the woman as she struggled and struggled, flailing her hands about as tears ran down her cheeks.
"Ngh! Oh, if only the Bazaar had such a wonderful tight slut like you!" Howled a feminine voice from the robed figure as they bottomed out inside the innkeeper's pussy, clear white semen leaking out and dripping into a puddle on the floor beneath them. "A shame, really." She gripped the innkeeper's orange hair yanking it back and causing the imp's cock to slip out of her mouth. The cultist then leaned in, giving a slow lick of her tongue along the side of her cheek, "If you didn't make for such a fine offering, I would've kept you."
Off to Rona and Eladra's left, a faint breeze from the evening air entered the room from a sizable hole in the wall that any humanoid could fit through. Off to Gwen-Dara's right, a flight of stairs could be seen going to the second floor.
(How we'll handle combat: If players come right after each other on the initiative scale, they can take their turns in any order.)
If you were to attack them, you all have "surprise" due to the imps being to pre-occupied with fucking the innkeeper and not expecting an attack.)
LEGEND:
RS = Rona Sirris
ED = Eladra Dayglow (Hellstar)
EI = Eldakar Aeh Illaren
KD = Kriv Darkscale
GB = Gwen-Dara Blue-Fin
# = Rubble (Difficult Terrain)
<--- = Exposed Exit
^≡≡^≡≡ = Flight of Stairs
X = Countertop
TT= Table
C = Cultist
IM = IMP
IK = Innkeeper
(While you make your attacks, I'll take your initiative rolls as well.)
Your journey would take you through a the hinterlands filled with rolling hills of green bathed in orange-yellow hues by the setting sun in the east above a walled, stately castle far into the distance. As the light came nearer and nearer to the horizon, took a road past the farmlands and vineyards into a village by the name of Zendar. There you settled at an inn where you are invited to warm drink and pleasant conversation.
All which would be interrupted by an abrupt rumbling that rattled away at the floorboards beneath your feet and sent the cutlery placed out on the tables into a mad, clattering fit. From the windows you could see an odd glow emerging from the very ground itself, washing the tavern with its oppressive red light until suddenly there was a bright flash and an eldritch force that rocked the whole establishment, sending chairs, tables, and residents to the floor as everyone heard the sound of splintering wood and the shattering of glass.
...........
............
A powerful musk assaulted your nostrils as your bodies begin to stir. You all felt the rough texture of wood and rubble weighing you down, but an experimental push would reveal that it wasn't immovable. Eladra and Rona were on one side of the room while Eldakar, Gwen, and Kriv were on the other.
Everyone's hazy vision settled back into clarity, and from your various positions in the room you had a view of tabletops turned over and spilled alcohol staining the floorboards. If you looked up, you would have had a view of dark, smog-filled skies hat you could see through the holes in what was now half of the inn's roof and second floor. The tormenting ringing in your ears faded and was replaced by the sounds of deep, carnal grunts and gagged whimpers punctuated by wet slapping noises that echoed throughout the inn. Distant screams and cries could be heard outside of the establishment.
Just a mere heartbeat passed before an unsuspecting being with scarlet skin and tiny wings on his back scampered across Kriv's place in the wreckage completely unaware. Even in the dim light of the room, there was no mistaking the carnal desire that flickered within those tiny red irises surrounded by black.
Unhindered by armor, the demon had naught but a loincloth that was pushed to the side, his turgid 4 inch length swaying back and forth, leaking at the tip. Drops of unholy pre went splattering right onto Gwen-Dara's face, the half-sea-elf lying near the dragonborn in the rubble off to the right while Eldakar was on the left.
The imp ran over towards the tavern counter where 30 feet away a hooded figure in dark, tattered robes and another of the demon's kind had the innkeeper bent over between them as they fucked her pussy and throat with wild, fevered abandon. A muffled scream now came from the woman as she struggled and struggled, flailing her hands about as tears ran down her cheeks.
"Ngh! Oh, if only the Bazaar had such a wonderful tight slut like you!" Howled a feminine voice from the robed figure as they bottomed out inside the innkeeper's pussy, clear white semen leaking out and dripping into a puddle on the floor beneath them. "A shame, really." She gripped the innkeeper's orange hair yanking it back and causing the imp's cock to slip out of her mouth. The cultist then leaned in, giving a slow lick of her tongue along the side of her cheek, "If you didn't make for such a fine offering, I would've kept you."
Off to Rona and Eladra's left, a faint breeze from the evening air entered the room from a sizable hole in the wall that any humanoid could fit through. Off to Gwen-Dara's right, a flight of stairs could be seen going to the second floor.
Code:
A B C D E F G H I J
+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+
1 | | |IM2| | | | | |^≡≡|^≡≡|
+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+
2 | X | X |IK | X | | | | | | |
+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+
3 | | | C |IM1| | | | # | # | # |
+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+
4 | | | | | | | |GB#| # | # |
+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+
5 | | | | | | | |KD#| # | # |
+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+
6 | | | T | T | | | |EI#| # | # |
+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+
7 |<--| | | | | | | | | |
+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+
8 |<--| | | | | T | T | | | |
+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+
9 | # | # |RS#|ED#| # | | | | | |
+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+
10 | # | # | # | # | # | | | | | |
+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+
(How we'll handle combat: If players come right after each other on the initiative scale, they can take their turns in any order.)
If you were to attack them, you all have "surprise" due to the imps being to pre-occupied with fucking the innkeeper and not expecting an attack.)
LEGEND:
RS = Rona Sirris
ED = Eladra Dayglow (Hellstar)
EI = Eldakar Aeh Illaren
KD = Kriv Darkscale
GB = Gwen-Dara Blue-Fin
# = Rubble (Difficult Terrain)
<--- = Exposed Exit
^≡≡^≡≡ = Flight of Stairs
X = Countertop
TT= Table
C = Cultist
IM = IMP
IK = Innkeeper
(While you make your attacks, I'll take your initiative rolls as well.)
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