"Stun spell? You've got me curious. I don't suppose you have any for sale here? Even if I can't use them in the arena, a pouch of throwing knives may still serve me well in other ventures, right?" Klaus ponders, perusing the shop.
The Syncharion Ascendance RP (Floozer, Khorne)
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"Yeah, I suppose. You sure you don't just want a better sword or something? And no, I don't sell spells here. Not authorized to make them." The Ultima says. "You'll have to go to a licensed spell and/or potion maker to get one."
"Care to show me what a "better sword" constitutes as?" Klaus asks, head turned at the absurd thought of himself hefting a broadsword.
"Well... check out the rack over there. You'll see." The Ultima says, grinning and bobbing his head to a rack of swords and polearms. "Actually, I think a polearm might suit you. What do you think?' he muses.
Klaus brightens at the thought of that, brushing off the swords as he makes for the polearms, visibly excited by the idea. "Oh gosh, a polearm sounds fantastic. I'm not sure how I feel about myself with a halberd, but with something like a glaive? Stabbing and slicing... multipurpose! With so much potential on one long stick!"
[Pick one. You can pay extra to have an enchantment of your choice applied, or leave it to the dice.]
[Second one. I have no specific enchantment in mind, so I'll leave it to the dice]
Klaus beams at the sight of the second glaive, rushing over as he turns it over in his hands, feels across the flat edge of the blade, and pricks his finger on the point as he owns up to the look of a kid in a candy store. Despite all this, he tries to stay nonchalant. "I've an eye on this babe right hear. What sort of enchantments are available, and how much would it cost me?"
Klaus beams at the sight of the second glaive, rushing over as he turns it over in his hands, feels across the flat edge of the blade, and pricks his finger on the point as he owns up to the look of a kid in a candy store. Despite all this, he tries to stay nonchalant. "I've an eye on this babe right hear. What sort of enchantments are available, and how much would it cost me?"
"Well, that depends on how strong you want it. My enchantments can go up to 1000 Cs worth. And that's for the really deadly ones." The Ultima says.
"Alright, then I have to say I've been holding out on you. I've got 1300 Cs, and I'm willing to go flatline broke to deck this thing out. Believe it or not, I'm a bit partial to peace when it comes to slave catching. Is there any enchantment that would reduce a creature's will to fight, even to the point of making them work for me? A charm enchantment, something like that. If not, then a straight fire enchantment is on the agenda."
"Hmm.... A peaceful charm... Well... That remains to be seen... Do you want a stun enchantment? Because I can do that one easily. Effectiveness depends on how much you're willing to spend. I also have weakening charms, which I think are what you might be looking for, and there the Doubler enchantment, which, frankly, is my favourite. Very useful if you're fighting someone with a weapon. It basically doubles the weight of the weapon with each hit." The Ultima says, rubbing his chin.
It was clear he was going to need to focus on his slaves-to-be instead of the likely fatally wounded elf. Turning, his chain lashed out toward Arlin's thigh. It was a basic wrap, moving after the male, but he was counting on that family bond to make the sister hesitate. His mind, of course, reached out as his attempt to bind her brother was carried out, knowing full well that possessing her fully wasn't ideal. All he needed to do was a partial one, to make her body fight against her wishes...
"I think I'll try the Doubler enchantment. That confused helplessness of being unable to hold your own weapon sounds dastardly. I love it." Klaus states, holding the glaive in his arms for a few gentle practice swings.
Arlin goes down with a cry, but yells at Ilaria to keep running. She looks back, and the momentary distraction is enough to send her running right into a tree. It doesn't completely stop her, but she glances off to the side and stumbles, just as Colahr tries to possess her.
[Colahr PWR: 17 + 6 = 23]
[Ilaria RES: 15 + 21]
The attempt is successful, and Ilaria freezes in place as Colahr's mind imposes its will on hers.
[Colahr PWR: 17 + 6 = 23]
[Ilaria RES: 15 + 21]
The attempt is successful, and Ilaria freezes in place as Colahr's mind imposes its will on hers.
"Mmhmm... 500 for the glaive, and another 300 for the enchantment. Which brings us to a total of 800 Cs." The blacksmith says.
"Sold! Thanks a million times over." Klaus claps once, bringing his new glaive to the counter for the enchantment as he fishes out the 800 Cs, holding both out for the Ultima's large hands to take. "If I may, twice I've been here, and I'm yet to know your name. You might just have a regular on your hands here."
[Got it!]
The Ultima reaches out to take the chips. "Rakon. My name is Rakon. And you'll have to leave the glaive with me while I perform the enchantment. Come back tomorrow. Should be done by then." He says.
The Ultima reaches out to take the chips. "Rakon. My name is Rakon. And you'll have to leave the glaive with me while I perform the enchantment. Come back tomorrow. Should be done by then." He says.
"Certainly! Take your time!" Klaus says, only slightly crestfallen that his soon-to-be revealed plans for how to spend the rest of the day wouldn't be going completely as planned. "Rakon, I'll be back after my fight. Either the rich get richer, or the hell of getting shamed on live TV gets neutralized by the delight of this weapon. Bye now!" He waves, making for the door, and about ready to head out to the wastelands of all places.
"Good luck!" He calls out from behind him.
The wastelands are hot, humid, smoky, and sulfurous as usual.
The wastelands are hot, humid, smoky, and sulfurous as usual.
Klaus has a few hopefully-harmless plans for a walk in the wastelands, hoping to see the sulfurous sights, and go for a minor stroll without the accompaniment of his slaves. Well, of course he's looking to be a bit more productive than that. He's keeping an eye out for imps, raveners, fellow demons searching for the same, or whichever comes first. Hopefully, bagging and selling a couple of imps or even a bound ravener could make him some much-wanted chips.
With her held by his mind, Colahr slowly stalked his way over to Arlin while guiding the slut back to her brother. It was far from ideal, but it had secured his victory. Moving a foot to stomp Arlin against the ground, he smirked and looked over to the injured and likely dying guard.
"You know, if you two fight, you're going to end up like him. But I'd hate to kill my new cocksleeves... especially one that'll carry around a womb-filling of my spunk."
Recovering the nearby robes, he'd re-secure his future bitchboy and ensure Ilaria was close by before wrapping her in his chain nice and slow. It'd likely nick and cause her pain, but the pair could do with some cuts and bruises to remember this day. Cute scars to mark their rebellion against the cock they'd soon worship. His eyes looked back to the guard once they were secure, wrapping Arlin last before removing his foot and allowing him to get up. He'd limp for a while, but he'd heal up fine. Only with the two rebound and in a secure grip would he jingle the chain and make his way over toward the guard. His boot came down on the chestplate, his free hand moving to clasp the helm of the guard and pull it off. No one died by his hand without him seeing their pathetic face, the incubus far from pleased with having to result to such measures.
"If you wish to live, you'll serve me for the rest of eternity... but you're not worth pleasure for putting me through all this. Oh no, you deserve to be punished... so it's either I drag you off and let you suffer at the hands of an Ultima or you beg for forgiveness and live a life under me. Take your pick, knife ear... though remember you can't protect or aid these two if you're getting reamed by a demon with a dick bigger than your arm."
"You know, if you two fight, you're going to end up like him. But I'd hate to kill my new cocksleeves... especially one that'll carry around a womb-filling of my spunk."
Recovering the nearby robes, he'd re-secure his future bitchboy and ensure Ilaria was close by before wrapping her in his chain nice and slow. It'd likely nick and cause her pain, but the pair could do with some cuts and bruises to remember this day. Cute scars to mark their rebellion against the cock they'd soon worship. His eyes looked back to the guard once they were secure, wrapping Arlin last before removing his foot and allowing him to get up. He'd limp for a while, but he'd heal up fine. Only with the two rebound and in a secure grip would he jingle the chain and make his way over toward the guard. His boot came down on the chestplate, his free hand moving to clasp the helm of the guard and pull it off. No one died by his hand without him seeing their pathetic face, the incubus far from pleased with having to result to such measures.
"If you wish to live, you'll serve me for the rest of eternity... but you're not worth pleasure for putting me through all this. Oh no, you deserve to be punished... so it's either I drag you off and let you suffer at the hands of an Ultima or you beg for forgiveness and live a life under me. Take your pick, knife ear... though remember you can't protect or aid these two if you're getting reamed by a demon with a dick bigger than your arm."
As always, the vents continue to spill sulphur from the lower levels of hell, and he doesn't see much. However, he does spot a cave about an hour's walk away, set into the side of a mountain. Could be worth a look...
"If you think we're going to give up that easy, you're wrong!" Ilaria growls.
The guard mumbles something and spits blood in his face. "Fuck you and your kind, bastard demon. Do your worst. I'm going to die anyway, you rotten piece of filth." He growls.
"If you think we're going to give up that easy, you're wrong!" Ilaria growls.
The guard mumbles something and spits blood in his face. "Fuck you and your kind, bastard demon. Do your worst. I'm going to die anyway, you rotten piece of filth." He growls.
Against his better judgement, Klaus starts a leisurely jog towards the mountain, fueled by his own curiosity and the absence of anything else interesting nearby. Once the better half of the hour has passed him, he slows to a walk to catch his breath. By the time he finally reaches the cave, he stands on his guard, rapier in hand.
With the defiance of Ilaria and the wounded soldier, it was time to make good on his threats. Grasping the dagger and pulling it free, he put the weapon in its sheath with the other. Dragging the soldier in his free hand by his armor's collar, he guided the siblings with the chain through the portal. And the instant they were on the other side, with the portal-watching giant no doubt seeing the limp he had and the condition is his pained tail, the incubus pushed the guard facedown onto the ground.
"If I kill this knife ear, he's stuck here as my servant forever now, correct? Doomed to an eternity of servitude? These other two are cute and worth their flesh, but I need to make sure I can properly make this one suffer... fucking elves keep ruining my day with their attempts to fight back."
"If I kill this knife ear, he's stuck here as my servant forever now, correct? Doomed to an eternity of servitude? These other two are cute and worth their flesh, but I need to make sure I can properly make this one suffer... fucking elves keep ruining my day with their attempts to fight back."
The cave is dark.... And it stinks. He can see something glimmering at the back of the cave; treasure, perhaps? Apart from that, the cave is a little too dark to make out anything else, save for dim shapes.
"Unless he has willingly pledged to serve you... No. Killing him will only free his soul." The Gatewatcher says.
"Unless he has willingly pledged to serve you... No. Killing him will only free his soul." The Gatewatcher says.
"Tch... then I guess we'll have to keep him until he breaks."
Reaching down and grabbing the armor-weighed down male, he pulled him along and off to the healer. He knew that he'd get looks for leading a pair of slaves nude through the demonic place, but he knew that even an Ultima couldn't be stupid or strong enough to fuck with the angered demon. Only as he reached the healer, pushing the wounded guard face-first into the ground, would he finally curse under his breath. But, of course, he pushed open the door and resumed the dragging trudge.
"Hey, I'm back... but I need you to help me heal and secure this new slave. I don't suppose you'd take credit if it's too expensive, would you?"
Releasing Iralia's mind, he tugged the pair ever so gently forward before putting his foot on the armored back of his victim. He was patient and willing to let the healer remove his footstool, but he wanted to make certain that there wasn't any quick squirming by the slave beneath him. A strong elf could be broken just like any other... and if he broke this elf, he'd have a fighter that could earn him some decent prizes. But until he broke the bitch, he'd need to make him swear loyalty... which meant keeping him alive even if he hated every moment of saving the aggressor.
"Hell... something to prevent his pesky magic would be a good spend even if it meant I couldn't pay to heal myself..."
[Might as well have Colahr play out his healer meeting this time, since he's got more than just him along for the ride!]
Reaching down and grabbing the armor-weighed down male, he pulled him along and off to the healer. He knew that he'd get looks for leading a pair of slaves nude through the demonic place, but he knew that even an Ultima couldn't be stupid or strong enough to fuck with the angered demon. Only as he reached the healer, pushing the wounded guard face-first into the ground, would he finally curse under his breath. But, of course, he pushed open the door and resumed the dragging trudge.
"Hey, I'm back... but I need you to help me heal and secure this new slave. I don't suppose you'd take credit if it's too expensive, would you?"
Releasing Iralia's mind, he tugged the pair ever so gently forward before putting his foot on the armored back of his victim. He was patient and willing to let the healer remove his footstool, but he wanted to make certain that there wasn't any quick squirming by the slave beneath him. A strong elf could be broken just like any other... and if he broke this elf, he'd have a fighter that could earn him some decent prizes. But until he broke the bitch, he'd need to make him swear loyalty... which meant keeping him alive even if he hated every moment of saving the aggressor.
"Hell... something to prevent his pesky magic would be a good spend even if it meant I couldn't pay to heal myself..."
[Might as well have Colahr play out his healer meeting this time, since he's got more than just him along for the ride!]
Klaus stands hesitantly at the entrance, checking his back every now and then, and holding a fireball in his palm to illuminate the nearest darkness. He calls out to the suspicious setup, squinting to try and make something of the dim shapes. "If this is an attempt at an ambush, I'm not falling for it." He states plainly.
Phorsaal chuckles and nod her head "Yea... Ash is a little cutie pie. REally attatched to you it would seem... which is fine I suppose. I have these two lovely ladies with me after all" She says while wrapping her hand around Jolen's cock and slipping the other one to rub Felicia's pussy.
Something moves in the back of the cave, but he can't see it clearly...
The healer frowns and bends down to the guard, checking his pulse. After a few seconds, she shakes her head. "He's dead. Still warm, so he's been dead for about a few minutes now. I don't bring the dead back to life. Sorry." She says, shrugging.
"I guess she likes guys more than herms... Wait. Does this mean she's like my girlfriend or something?" Khorvis asks, raising an eyebrow.
The healer frowns and bends down to the guard, checking his pulse. After a few seconds, she shakes her head. "He's dead. Still warm, so he's been dead for about a few minutes now. I don't bring the dead back to life. Sorry." She says, shrugging.
"I guess she likes guys more than herms... Wait. Does this mean she's like my girlfriend or something?" Khorvis asks, raising an eyebrow.
It's a risky move, but one with potential, too. Klaus tries to hop into the mind of the moving form in an attempt to possess it.
[Friendly reminder that Klaus's possession is level 2, assuming he can even possess this thing, that is]
[Friendly reminder that Klaus's possession is level 2, assuming he can even possess this thing, that is]