![]() The remaining pigman backs away and sprints into the darkness of the warrens. He squeals and crumples to the floor as he dies. Roll: (+)(-)(+) Total: (+) (+1 LP) (Lusting Condition gained) You strike at the pigman as he tries to move in on you once more and this time, your halberd goes through his chest and into the beast's presumed heart. You feel the filth and energy of this place clawing at you, little by little. You have the surprise at the moment and could easily take the initiative if you chose combat,or you could try to find a different passage, of which there are many. You appear to get the jump on them as they argue about how to cook their latest meals, which appear to be some dead rabbits. You push through a broken portcullis and slide into a room where three pig men sit around a campfire. All you can do is trudge forward from room to room, hoping for the best. The minutes become hours and the occasional squeal or scream draw your attention, but the echoing warrens make it almost impossible to discern the actual direction of these sounds. ) (Encounter Roll: 87) (Awareness: Natural 20) You wander through the dark and filthy warrens for quite awhile. Reaching 100 is total submission to endless pleasure. Once you reach 10, you have to make a will roll or gain permanent 2d10 corruption and a fetish/flaw, and submit to any imminent sexual encounter. ![]() (You receive 1 lust point for every post spent in the dungeon. right? Alaena Joined: Sat 6:34 am Location: USA or even worse, based on more recent rumors of women being captured for endless 'breeding.' Hopefully, they would just kill you instead. These creatures were more than capable of murder. Navigating the Warrens, maze-like in his vastness and its chaotic mess, would be a task in of itself. You could try to find the exit, or perhaps find your comrades, or maybe even attempt to complete the task set before you. Now, it was you, your weapons and armor, a few torches, and the surrounding darkness in these whining halls of debauched mayhem known as The Warrens. your team was ambushed by some pig men and in the mayhem, you all became separated. ![]() Who could know for sure? Unfortunately, your first venture had gone poorly. Many desired to do so out of some holy purpose, claiming some reckoning would soon shake the world. However, there was also great wealth to be had in purging the estate of these foul abominations. There were dark shambling horrors and creatures from other worlds wandering the estate, or so it was rumored. Natasha was selected as part of a team to venture into an old, cursed, estate. After months of wondering Natasha hears the call of adventure in a dark hamlet in a secluded corner of the world, rumors of treasure and glory flitting past her, it was too great an opportunity to miss wondering what sort of life she could carve out for herself. Her time in the army has also made her quite knowledgeable in crafting poultices and potions, though she's never be as good as many of the plague wardens she knew at least the difference between a healing potion and a deadly poison. ![]() As a result shes grown into quite the self sufficient woman mostly keeping to herself only occasionally making human contact when she needed to rest at a tavern. Orphaned at a young age was she eventually brought into the army where she had learned to fend for herself, learning what it meant to survive and cling to the only life she had. Lorielle Wrote:Name: Natasha Halvash Age: 28 Class: Helion Rank: 0 Personal Skill: Survival, scrounging, alchemy Biography: Natasha has had a rough upbringing.
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