"Nah," you answer with a grin. "Pretty sure necromancers don't come this hot."
<<Perk Check: Corrupt Libido
Wisdom Saving Throw: Failure (11 vs. 8)!>>
No joke. The amazon makes that leather and hide look better the sexiest negligee, and the way she holds herself, all strength and confidence, fuels your imagination -- you wouldn't mind letting those mighty thighs of hers pin you down and... and you quickly find yourself shifting your legs, trying to hide the mounting bulge in your robes. Hopefully her gaze isn't as wandering as yours...
Sylvia rewards you with a flat look. "From a salamander, I'll take that as a complement."
You chuckle, all the while trying to will down your unbidden stiffness. Twice in one day, and you're still managing to get hard... what did Tyroa wake up in you?
Shaking the thought, you ask, "You're a long way from home, Sylvia. What could my people's restless spirits have to say to you?"
The amazon grunts and swaps her axe from one hand to the other, scowling at nothing. "I've come here searching for someone. Another amazon who passed through this keep some time past. I lost her trail here," she says, sweeping a hand towards the ruined keep. "I'd hoped the spirits could guide me, but it seems they keep their secrets."
"Another amazon?"
"Neva, my village's shamaness. My sister," Sylvia answers. "She disappeared six weeks ago. From what I can tell, she just walked out of her home and into the wilderlands. Kept a constant pace all the way to this keep... after here, there is no sign of her. Have you seen her, by chance? Looks very much like me, if slighter, with braided hair...."
You shake your head.
Sylvia sighs. "Doesn't hurt to ask. And you? Some guardian of this place -- its caretaker?"
"Ha! No," you laugh, "I'm here searching for something that belonged to my ancestors."
"Ah, a tomb robber, then," Sylvia smirks. "From the tribes in the northern foothills? Been years since we've seen any of your kin."
A pang of sorrow flits through your heart. "They're gone. Hobgoblins."
Sylvia nods sympathetically. After a moment's silence, you continue, "Been here long? I was told there were monsters, but after that performance..."
"Aye, there are. I passed a camp of ogres north of the walls, just beyond the hills. Maybe a half dozen of the brutes. I've seen a few Kanids lurking in the brush and shadows around the place, but they're too cowardly to attack a warrior like me! Oh, and a wing of harpies tried to lure me with their song when I neared the eastern tower. It seems they don't much care what they mate with these days."
"Minotaurs?" you ask. Those are probably your biggest concern so far.
"I haven't seen any. But I've heard bellowing from the keep itself. Like beasts rutting. Could be 'taurs."
You nod. "The keep's where I need to go, too. Damn. Wanna tag along? Could be your sister is inside."
<<Charisma Check: Failure (17 vs. 12)!>>
The amazon snorts. "Maybe, but I don't much fancy walking into the den of a dozen minotaurs. From what I've heard, just the smell of them can turn women into drooling whores begging to be bred. I'll take my chances with the harpies. At least they're usually the ones wanting to be plowed."
She laughs, but your thoughts just go right to Tyroa.
"Tell you what," Sylvia says, leaning back against the wall. "If you go into the keep there and make it back out, find out what's inside... maybe I'll come with you on that treasure hunt of yours. After all, my sister could be down in the depths. I've no other paths to follow yet."
<<Perk Check: Corrupt Libido
Wisdom Saving Throw: Failure (11 vs. 8)!>>
No joke. The amazon makes that leather and hide look better the sexiest negligee, and the way she holds herself, all strength and confidence, fuels your imagination -- you wouldn't mind letting those mighty thighs of hers pin you down and... and you quickly find yourself shifting your legs, trying to hide the mounting bulge in your robes. Hopefully her gaze isn't as wandering as yours...
Sylvia rewards you with a flat look. "From a salamander, I'll take that as a complement."
You chuckle, all the while trying to will down your unbidden stiffness. Twice in one day, and you're still managing to get hard... what did Tyroa wake up in you?
Shaking the thought, you ask, "You're a long way from home, Sylvia. What could my people's restless spirits have to say to you?"
The amazon grunts and swaps her axe from one hand to the other, scowling at nothing. "I've come here searching for someone. Another amazon who passed through this keep some time past. I lost her trail here," she says, sweeping a hand towards the ruined keep. "I'd hoped the spirits could guide me, but it seems they keep their secrets."
"Another amazon?"
"Neva, my village's shamaness. My sister," Sylvia answers. "She disappeared six weeks ago. From what I can tell, she just walked out of her home and into the wilderlands. Kept a constant pace all the way to this keep... after here, there is no sign of her. Have you seen her, by chance? Looks very much like me, if slighter, with braided hair...."
You shake your head.
Sylvia sighs. "Doesn't hurt to ask. And you? Some guardian of this place -- its caretaker?"
"Ha! No," you laugh, "I'm here searching for something that belonged to my ancestors."
"Ah, a tomb robber, then," Sylvia smirks. "From the tribes in the northern foothills? Been years since we've seen any of your kin."
A pang of sorrow flits through your heart. "They're gone. Hobgoblins."
Sylvia nods sympathetically. After a moment's silence, you continue, "Been here long? I was told there were monsters, but after that performance..."
"Aye, there are. I passed a camp of ogres north of the walls, just beyond the hills. Maybe a half dozen of the brutes. I've seen a few Kanids lurking in the brush and shadows around the place, but they're too cowardly to attack a warrior like me! Oh, and a wing of harpies tried to lure me with their song when I neared the eastern tower. It seems they don't much care what they mate with these days."
"Minotaurs?" you ask. Those are probably your biggest concern so far.
"I haven't seen any. But I've heard bellowing from the keep itself. Like beasts rutting. Could be 'taurs."
You nod. "The keep's where I need to go, too. Damn. Wanna tag along? Could be your sister is inside."
<<Charisma Check: Failure (17 vs. 12)!>>
The amazon snorts. "Maybe, but I don't much fancy walking into the den of a dozen minotaurs. From what I've heard, just the smell of them can turn women into drooling whores begging to be bred. I'll take my chances with the harpies. At least they're usually the ones wanting to be plowed."
She laughs, but your thoughts just go right to Tyroa.
"Tell you what," Sylvia says, leaning back against the wall. "If you go into the keep there and make it back out, find out what's inside... maybe I'll come with you on that treasure hunt of yours. After all, my sister could be down in the depths. I've no other paths to follow yet."
Name: Remielle Syrililth
Race: Salamander
Sex: Hermaphrodite
Figure: Amazonian
Class: Mage
Stats: STR (10) CON (16) DEX (14) INT (15) WIS (8) CHA (12)
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