Lazarus frowns slightly. He didn't like the words "We'll talk" coming out of anyone's mouth. That usually didn't bode well. He quickly finishes his breakfast before turning to Eleanor. "Alright. What?" He asks, raising his eyebrows slightly.
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He raises an eyebrow. "Well you never told me what to do, exactly. I have no experience with this stuff, remember?" He says.
"Oh, come on, do you need a manual?" Eleanor asked. "She's a sex slave, you fuck her when she's been good, and don't when she's been bad."
Suddenly, Lazarus felt hands on his knees gently pushing them apart, and hot puffs of breath upon his manhood. Glancing down, he saw that Elizabeth had somehow managed to slip below the table without being noticed. She leaned forward with heavy lidded eyes ready to wrap her lips around his member.
"See? Now she's trying to get some without being excused from the table first." As Eleanor chastised, Lazarus felt the head of his penis enter the steamy interior of Elizabeth's mouth, as she began to gingerly suckle on it.
Suddenly, Lazarus felt hands on his knees gently pushing them apart, and hot puffs of breath upon his manhood. Glancing down, he saw that Elizabeth had somehow managed to slip below the table without being noticed. She leaned forward with heavy lidded eyes ready to wrap her lips around his member.
"See? Now she's trying to get some without being excused from the table first." As Eleanor chastised, Lazarus felt the head of his penis enter the steamy interior of Elizabeth's mouth, as she began to gingerly suckle on it.
He winces at Eleanor. "You better suck me off after this..." He groans before pushing
Elizabeth off and lightly slapping her face. "Hey! Bad girl! Why didn't you excuse yourself from the table first?" He asks, frowning down at her.
Elizabeth off and lightly slapping her face. "Hey! Bad girl! Why didn't you excuse yourself from the table first?" He asks, frowning down at her.
Elizabeth pouted for a moment, before smiling a wicked smile. She stayed between Lazarus' legs and opened her mouth as wide as she could, letting her long tongue lol out and her hot breath once more hit his genitals. She sat there, mouth open and waiting. Her tongue rolling up, as if beckoning him to slide his cock right in.
"Nope. Not falling for it." He says flatly, pushing her back with his foot. He traces out the words I - A - M - G - O -N - N - A - F - U - C - K - H - E - R - F - A - C - E on the table before glaring at Eleanor.
"There's something else that's very hard right now!" He grumbles, giving Eleanor an annoyed look.
"Patience, dear. We've still got a lot of ground to cover and it's almost mid day," said Eleanor as she got up and headed toward her clothes. Grabbing her panties, she bent over and drew them up her legs; sticking her ass out so that Lazarus could watch as the words fuck me came to rest across the jiggly posterior.
Don't jump her don't jump her don't jump her don't jump her don't jump her don't jump her don't jump her dammit! His mind screams at him.
He takes a deep breath and clears his mind, calming himself and fighting his raging boner. He looks away, looking for his own clothes before getting dressed.
He takes a deep breath and clears his mind, calming himself and fighting his raging boner. He looks away, looking for his own clothes before getting dressed.
The three set off again, into parts unknown. As they continued to march, the trees did indeed get thinner and thinner, until finally they emerged from the forest and found themselves on a stretch of open prairie. "Welcome to the plains," declared Eleanor.
"As well you should. Some of the best hunters in Mareth call these lands home," said Eleanor. "We're heading for that smoke signal." She pointed off into the distance, and Lazarus thought that he could just barely make out a tall thin pillar of black on the horizon.
"Er... If someone lights a smoke signal so everyone can see it, they're either crazy, have a death wish, or are very strong..." He mutters, walking forwards, his eyes scanning the plains.
"A little from column A, a little from column B, and a lot from column C," Replied Eleanor, as she fluttered along beside him. As he walked, Lazarus began to feel like he was being watched. Every now and then, he swore he could see movement out of the corner of his eye, yet when he turned to face the direction it had come from all he saw was more tall grass.
Jeez this place was unnerving... Ignoring Eleanor's words, he walks faster, this time using only his eyes to look around, rather than turning his head. His peripherals would serve him well, as they always had. His hand stays close to his staff, ready to use it should the need arise.
"Remember what I said about us glimmerlings having to make sure the guys stalking us are more horny than they are hungry? This is just a precaution," she said, looking over her shoulder and rubbing her generous backside before giving it a firm slap.
"And I suppose I'm just fresh meat, eh?" He grumbles, still walking. "Elizabeth, stay close to me." He says, his eyes shifting to Elizabeth for a moment before glancing back at the column of smoke to see if they were getting closer.
Lazarus was quick on the draw, and managed to get his staff up in time to deflect the creature. It hit the ground on the other side of him, and quickly scampered to its feet. It was a... troll. But unlike all the other trolls that Lazarus had encountered, this one stood no more than four feet high. Its skin was a dull gold, blending in to the tall grass perfectly, its oversized bald head was adorned with the traditional features of its ilk; including beady red eyes, a long blunt nose, and prominent underbite. The only clothing it wore consisted of crude grass skirt, and it brandished a crude stone knife as it snarled at Lazarus.
While Lazarus had managed to deflect the creatures attack, in the time it took him to register what he was looking at, he had failed to notice the six other small trolls that had managed to encircle him. "Grass Trolls," muttered Eleanor. "You never know when they're going to pop up," she commented, as three more of the creatures rose out of the grass around her. [What do you do?]
While Lazarus had managed to deflect the creatures attack, in the time it took him to register what he was looking at, he had failed to notice the six other small trolls that had managed to encircle him. "Grass Trolls," muttered Eleanor. "You never know when they're going to pop up," she commented, as three more of the creatures rose out of the grass around her. [What do you do?]
He looks around, narrowing his eyes as he counts the trolls, before waiting for the dumbest one to attack first. This was pretty routine. Wait for the dumb one to attack, and then smack him when he ran past.
"Yep. Figures..." He mutters, flipping over the nearest troll and swinging a vicious blow to his head [11] and hitting for [10 + 3 + 2] 15 damage before landing gracefully on his feet. He spins the staff at the next one's head, [8] and hits for [4 + 2 + 2] 8 damage before swinging the staff upwards at his chin, [6] and missing by a millimeter.
[Okay so 1D10 for damage rolls, 1D4 for Merciless, and +2 for a serrated weapon. Am I doing this right? Yes I know I hadn't added it before. I kinda forgot.
Also, if that Precise tag means I get +1 to my chances of hitting, then that last strike at his chin should do [6 + 1 + 2 = 9] damage.]
[Okay so 1D10 for damage rolls, 1D4 for Merciless, and +2 for a serrated weapon. Am I doing this right? Yes I know I hadn't added it before. I kinda forgot.
Also, if that Precise tag means I get +1 to my chances of hitting, then that last strike at his chin should do [6 + 1 + 2 = 9] damage.]
[Yep, you're adding it up right. And the precise tag just means that you could add your dex mod to hack and slash rolls instead of strength if you wanted.]
Lazarus danced around the little creatures dropping them one by one like flies. Sadly, no sooner did they hit the ground then the wounds that had felled them began to close and mend, and they staggered back to their feet ready for more. One of them came to just as Lazarus was back-peddling away from two others, and the little monster snapped at his foot, latching onto his heel and holding on.
[Defy danger to get the troll off your foot, before it trips you.]
Lazarus danced around the little creatures dropping them one by one like flies. Sadly, no sooner did they hit the ground then the wounds that had felled them began to close and mend, and they staggered back to their feet ready for more. One of them came to just as Lazarus was back-peddling away from two others, and the little monster snapped at his foot, latching onto his heel and holding on.
[Defy danger to get the troll off your foot, before it trips you.]