The Syncharion Ascendance RP (Floozer, Khorne)

[Archangel99]

"Oh I am. Actually... I think the Queen knows about this... Look at her face. She's just has this look like "this fucking cunt is at it again..." Jackal says, chuckling.
The male orc below grunts loudly as he cums from just an anal stimulation, and there are a few half-hearted cheers, but nobody cums. Without a word, the woman just gets up and leaves, her plastic dick bobbing. A few minutes later, two incubi run into the arena and carry the orc off.

"And now... The next fight is... The human Khorvis... Versus the orc Harven." The announcer says, a little excitement in his voice.
Khorvis grins and stands, putting his gloves on before running down the stairs.

"Yes I do. And no, unfortunately. Only works on Raveners. Basically something that doesn't have conscious thought. It's easier for them to stomach travel through the Duat." He says, shrugging apologetically.

 

[BubbleLord]

Well, there went that idea.

"Damn... I guess I'll just take a physical binding spell, then."

 

[Archangel99]

"Alright... I have Earthbind, which basically forms a sort of mud cocoon around the target. Then, I have Vinelock, which calls up thorny vines to wrap around the target, and Rockfall, which is basically the same as Earthbind, but with rock. Just remember, these spells are environment based, meaning you have to be standing on solid earth or rock to cast Earthbind or Rockfall, and there must be vines hanging around so you can cast Vinelock. Also, 2000 Cs for each spell." He says.

 

[Floozer]

"Hmmm, he is only going up against an orc so... that is good. An elf might be too much for him to handle right now. But orcs fight just like him. Power and speed for the most part." She says, nodding her head.

 

[Archangel99]

"Meeeh most of them just go for brute strength. No grace at all. This fight should be pretty easy for him." Jackal murmurs.

Down below, Khorvis comes out from one side of the arena, a black breastplate covering his chest. He still has his cesti on, and bows to the crowd which cheers. Then, he turns to wait for his opponent, looking at the other door.
An orc covered in full plate walks in, and Khorvis' jaw drops when he sees what he has to deal with. The orc, Rizza, is dressed up in full battle gear, and is swinging a large, thick metal rod in place of a sword. Well... This match didn't look like it was going to turn out well...

 

[Floozer]

Her eyes widen and she sits forward a bit "What the brimstone is this shit?! this is obviously rigged! No one could have an entire set of armor at this point in the arena! It has only been two matches so far at the very most!"

 

[Archangel99]

Other people seem to be sharing the same sentiment, as mutters fly all around the arena. A finger suddenly taps her back, and a male Djinn leans forward. "Hey, that's your slave, right?" He asks.

Down below, the match has started, and Khorvis is staying carefully out of range of the heavy metal rod, knowing it would hurt if it hit. His mind seems to be working at a hundred miles an hour, trying to figure out the best way to win this fight.

 

[Floozer]

She turns her head and nods at the Djinn "Yes, that is my slave... the human." She grits her teeth "In an obviously rigged fight. how could anyone have a full set of armor and a weapon by the second fight?"

 

[Archangel99]

"I know, right? This whole thing smells fishy! Frankly, I hope your slave comes out of this on top. That would be a big 'fuck you' to whoever rigged this!" He says, before sitting back again.
In the arena, Khorvis takes a deep breath before doing the dumbest, craziest thing Phorsaal has ever seen so far in the arena.
He decided to charge at the orc.
With a sadistic grin, she swings the rod at his chest.
Khorvis drops to his knees and bends his back till it nearly touches the floor, sliding along on his knees as the rod passes an inch above his face. His right fist comes up in a windmill, smashing into the orc's armoured shin, which makes her stumble and fall to a knee.
A cheer erupts around the arena as the orc falls, which just makes her madder. With a roar, she swings the rod at Khorvis again, who neatly dodges out of the way. This time, he rushes in and lands a hard punch to her head before darting away again.
The orc stumbles, shaking her head as she tries to clear it.
Khorvis takes this opportunity to try and attack her again. He rushes in, but underestimated the orc's recovery period. An armored hand comes up and grabs him by the neck, easily lifting him off his feet.
He chokes and struggles, trying to get her hand off as she chokes him. With a grin, she rears her arm back and swings the rod at his ribs, hard.
There is a loud crack, followed by a scream as one of his ribs break or fracture, she can't tell. The arena has gone silent, the spectators watching with horror as she readies another swing. Before she can finish it, however, Khorvis growls and swings his legs up in a tight arc before kicking out hard at her face. It connects, and she stumbles backwards dropping him.
He hits the ground on all fours, and with an animalistic growl, leaps at the orc. She's too surprised to react, and stumbles back under his furious assault, her long rod useless in such close quarters.
Khorvis is relentless, smashing his heavy, armoured fists into her again and again. She finally drops the rod and tries to fend him off with her hands, but his rage-fuelled speed is too much for her.
He immediately darts back and snatches up the rod before swinging it hard at her leg. She goes down with a cry, and is immediately knocked flat onto the floor as Khorvis uses the rebound to smash an even harder hit into her head, knocking her out.
He stands there panting as the arena cheers for him, holding his side and trying not to pass out, his face twisted in a grimace of rage and pain.

 

[Floozer]

Phorsaal watches with a level gaze, slowly putting Namira down and rising to her feet. She moves over to the stairs and walks down until she is at the edge of the arena. "Khorvis... do you still hear our masters voice? Or has rage over taken you?" She asks, knowing he would hear her if he was really still sentient at the moment.

 

[Archangel99]

His teeth are bared, his knuckles white on the rod as he stares down at the orc.
"Barely." He growls.

 

[Floozer]

She smirks "Then let me help you out." She snaps her fingers and a familiar naked imp with a canadian flag hanging from his over sized cock suddenly streaks into the arena, making stupid sounds as her runs a few circles around Khorvis before running off and face planting into the wall like a carton.

 

[Archangel99]

His demeanour changes instantly. "What the actual fuck was that!? Ow! Ow! Ow godammit. My ribs..." He says, his laugh cut short by a grunt of pain. "Okay... Think I'm back to normal now..." He mutters, straightening up a bit.

 

[Floozer]

The imp fades away and she smiles "Good... now then." She looks off to the side "Could we please get a FUCKING MEDIC over here before my slave bites the dust?! Yea... thanks for that! Take your time later!" She shouts, clearly pissed off at the slow response from the arena staff.

She then looks up and grins at the minister, waving at him.

 

[Archangel99]

His face is livid with suppressed rage as he looks down at them, his hands curled into fists.
The two Incubi quickly run over and get Khorvis' breastplate- which, surprisingly, just has a small dent in it- off him. Below is a large bruise that's quickly turning purple, yellow, and red. "Okay sir... Does it hurt if I do- ACK!" One of the incubi tries to touch the injury, which makes Khorvis jerk away and swing the rod at his head as he yells in pain. Luckily for the Incubus, Khorvis' aim was off thanks to the pain, or his brains would have been all over the wall.
"God fucking dammit just bloody wait!" He yells.
The incubi back off, holding their hands up.
Suddenly, a loud voice rings out over the arena.
"Technically, they human has not won unless he has sexually dominated his opponent!" The minister's voice suddenly calls out.

 

[Floozer]

"Actually minister" She says, drawing his attention over to her now "The rules state that the winner is decided when one combatant can no longer fight. Our EXCELLENTLY armed friend here is out like a light and poses no threat to anything. Sexually dominating your opponent is a bonus that you make take or leave as you see fit."

 

[Archangel99]

"Yeah! What's up with that, huh? Where'd she get all that damn armor!?" Someone from the crowd yells.
"This match was rigged!" Another yells.
"Yeah! Something smells fishy as fuck over here! And it ain't the cum!" Another yells, which earns a few scattered laughs.
The minister is barely controlling his temper, it seems. "Alright! Fine, fine! The human wins! Not like he's in any shape to fuck, anyway!" The minister yells, which earns a cheer from the arena, which turns his scowl darker.
Khorvis chuckles, winces, and starts picking off armor from the orc. He takes her greaves and bracers, as well as her armoured skirt, but leaves the rest. With that, he walks out of the arena, and collapses onto Phorsaal the moment he's out of their sight. The medics help him to a nearby cot, where they slowly lay him down.
"This... Fucking... Hurts..." He wheezes as the medics get to work.

 

[Floozer]

She holds his hand the entire time, smiling down at him. Her face is full of pride, so much so he could practically taste it "I know dear... but these medics will have you right as rain. Not only that... but you scored some new armor for future battles AND the appeal of the arena. So rest up... you have more than earned it."

 

[Archangel99]

"Graah! Oi! Stop bloody poking it you cunt!" He yells smacking one of the Incubi over the head. The guy yells in pain and falls backwards, clutching his head. That's when Khorvis realises he still has his cestus on.
"Oops... Now you better not start poking it." Khorvis growls, glaring threateningly at the remaining Incubus, who gulps, nods, and keeps working.

 

[Floozer]

She sighs and grabs his hand, taking the cestus off with a scowl "Stop slapping the medics dear... they are trying to help you, not hurt you."

 

[Archangel99]

"Well they're not supposed to be poking it! First aid treatment of a fractured rib requires zero poking!" He whines.

 

[Floozer]

She chuckles and strokes his cheek before leaning forward to kiss his forehead which also lets him see clear down the valley of her cleavage. "It hurts, I get it, just please stop hitting the medics."

 

[Archangel99]

"Fiiiine. I'm not going to break their skulls..." He grumbles, glancing down the valley before wincing in pain and looking down at the medic. The medic has a look of intense concentration on his face as he stretches his hands out to Khorvis' body. Phorsaal sees the bruise disappearing, replaced only by a small purple spot.
"Okay... He shouldn't move for at least a day or two." The medic murmurs, sitting back.
"Wha-? But I have a fight tomorrow!" Khorvis groans.
"Day after, actually. Then two more days before you face the boss." The medic says as Khorvis sighs.

 

[BubbleLord]

2000? Colahr didn't have nearly that much. He sighed and turned, making his way out with another word. It was time to go find a sex toy store... maybe they'd have weapons at it, too, since some weapons had erotic properties.

 

[Archangel99]

He comes across a shop with a garish pink look, through the window of which he can see all manner of sex-related items, like bondage gear, dildos, onaholes, fetishwear, and more. Didn't look like there were any weapons, though.
Inside is a red skinned succubus wearing nothing but a lacy black bra and panties, who hasn't noticed him looking through the window yet.

 

[BubbleLord]

A man could dream for an onahole sword. Walking inside, he moved and grabbed the first eight inch strap-on he could find. Might as well give Olina some equal ground with her husband... and then he moved to the counter and put it down on the counter. For once, it seemed almost too easy to ask the succubus to suck his cock and casually hook-up... and if things seemed too easy, it often was.

"How much for the strap-on? Possibly in a lizan variant? I've got a lizan slut who wants to fuck her husband and other slaves of mine."

 

[Archangel99]

[Onahole sword!? WTAF!? XD]

"Well, that's 50 Cs for the strapon, a lizan variant is on that shelf behind you, to your right." She says, smiling and pointing him towards it.

 

[BubbleLord]

[:^). 925 Cs left]

Looking back, he moved over to grab the lizan variant. It would do. Moving back briefly, he put the 50 Cs on the counter and waved to her as he made his way out. Now it was off to a weapon vendor... totally not looking odd thanks to carrying around a lizan strap-on casually.

 

[Archangel99]

Syncharion being the hyper-sexualised place it is, nobody really gives a crap that he's carrying a strapon around.
He enters a forge run by an Ultima, who's wearing a bull head shaped helmet, standing I'm front of a large forge shaped like the open maw of a dragon.
"Hello there. What are you looking for?" He asks in a deep, gruff voice when he sees him.

 

[BubbleLord]

Inside the forge, the incubus had to admit it wasn't ideal to ever work with Ultima. They had the tendency to just rape things if they felt like it... but handing the strap-on to his cocktail, he had to look past the stereotype of the demon. It wasn't like his kind of demon was any different.

"I'm looking for some lizan-friendly weaponry. Maybe armor if I can get it for 900 Cs, along with the weapon. You have anything like that?"