An unlikely group of adventurers

[Karyn MacMoragh]

((Oh my god, I am so very sorry I've let this sit! I honestly thought I had posted last...))

Nemele, still blushing a little, nodded to Tremain. 'I'll be fine until the evening,' she said, 'but I imagine everyone else ought to have some breakfast. I do apologise...'

She turned back to Lazaka, thoughtfully glancing over her chains again. 'Hmm... This isn't in your way, is it?' she asked, gesturing to the robe. 'And, mmm... I may need to redo Selena's chains, won't I? It may be a little inconvenient for her to eat the way she's done up.' She tapped her chin, seeming to drift off into her own little world of contemplation.

[Drogoth]

((Hey don't sweat it. Well, sweat it a little, I like the topics to be active.))

((Llyenera Llewellyn, I imagine Selena would be mostly just watching events unfold. Once you post again it should be easy enough to narrate her up to the present.))

Lazaka twisted to look at the robe handing behind her. It wasn't in her way. That was the problem though. There was nothing between her and the open air. Was this mendicant insane? Or was she just really really practical? It wasn't as if Lazaka could ask for the woman's clothes, she had so few of them to begin with (it didn't occur to Lazaka that their Selena's clothing was intact and unused). Tremain also only seemed to have the clothes on his back, having lost the rest of them in the fire. So unless she was going to ask him to sacrafice his tent to make an outfit for her she was stuck like this.

So, there weren't any clothes for her, was it really that bad? After all, out here in the wilderness what was there to worry about modesty? Dragons never bothered with clothes, and she was half dragon...... Amid all these justifications she didn't acknowledge the one that lurked in the back of her head. Being exposed and near helpless like this was exciting for her. All in all she resolved to try and be more like Nemele, and be practical about it. It wasn't her fault, there was nothing she could do about it, and she shouldn't be ashamed of it.

"Um, I have some food if you're...." Tremain said from a few feet away holding a few cooked rabbits on a spit. Lazaka nearly jumped as he spoke. She had been so busy with her thoughts that she had completely missed him preparing the food. In her defense, the spells he used to cook it didn't take nearly as long as a natural fire would.

She swallowed and looked up at his face. Remembering that she wasn't going to hide she stood up a little straighter and squared her shoulders. She might have stuck out her chest a little, but the chains were making her do that already.

"Thank you," she said, he voice quavering a little as she tried to sound unconcerned. Then she was met with a new problem, how was she going to take it? She stood confused for a few moments and then meekly bent forward and bit into one of the rabbits and slid it off of the spit. She stood with it hanging from her mouth as he awkwardly moved away.

"Miss Nemele?" he said, a little more confident speaking to a clothed woman. "I know you aren't eating at the moment, but how would you like your prisoner cared for?"

[Llyenera Llewellyn]

((Post edited as it is no longer relevant...))

[Drogoth]

"Well well well Mr Tremain," an unseen figure said from the trees. "You'd think as many wards as you know, you'd remember the importance of keeping a roof over your head. Some of the stars owe me favors."

"Is this why you've been keeping me away?" the figure said as it perched on a branch obscured by the dense foliage. "found yourself some new pets? And who's this? A Madame?"

((just a friendly reminder that things are still ready to go forward with this. We've still got plot lined up and we just need people to post.))

[Llyenera Llewellyn]

Selena spun around to face the newcomer with a slight gasp. Immediately she wished she hadn't; she had absolutely no way of covering herself, or otherwise hide the fact that she was stark naked. She merely stood there, staring toward the figure obscured by the tree cover, her face growing a deep red.

[Karyn MacMoragh]

Nemele barely had time to consider what to do when she was on her feet, standing in between the chained women and the trees with a firm branch in her hand. 'I must say,' she said, trying desperately to keep her cool, 'that I don't appreciate these constant interruptions any time I try to sit and relax...'

[Drogoth]

"Well well, I guess those pointy ears are good for something after all." the dark figure sighed.

It dropped from the tree, a pair of leathery wings unfurling to ease it's descent. It, or rather she stepped from the shadows with her hands on her hips. She was a curvy woman with dark red eyes and a pair of horns peeking out through a mane of windswept hair. Her legs were furry from about the knee down and ended in hooves. A spaded tail flicked in annoyance as she approached the girls. It was hard to tell if she was wearing clothing, or if her skin simply turned into leather in some places. As she came closer the ties of a corset were clearly visible, as were it's effects.

"As much as I hate to spoil breakfast." the succubus haughtily tossed her head "I have some business with your man. Question is, what business do you all have with him?"

She purposefully looked over Nemele's shoulder to the blushing Selena. Checking the girl out, but letting her attention linger longer when she realized how uncomfortable it was making the captive.

[Llyenera Llewellyn]

Selena squirmed. Her experiences meant she recognized the succubus instantly, and the way the creature's gaze paused on her made her decidedly uncomfortable. Her own eyes darted to Nemele, then Tremain, then back to the succubus.

[Karyn MacMoragh]

Nemele quite pointedly interposed herself between Selena and the demon. Her eyes flicking between Tremain and the succubus, she ran the two fingers of her left hand along the branch as she growled out a prayer in an ancient tongue. The spell was quite recognisable by anyone who had seen a paladin's work - the most basic in the repetoire, made to shear through the various magical armour and defences against them. The spell complete, she pointed the branch at the succubus, and shot one final glance to Tremain. 'I don't care what your business is,' she said to the demon. 'Leave now, or I will kill you.'

[Drogoth]

The succubus backed up a step, but tried to play it off with a chuckle. "You can't kill me, not so long as there is still lust in the world." she paused, hoping that would be enough to get Nemele to lower her weapon "It would be decidedly inconvenient though..." Were this paladin to do enough damage it might take years to pull herself back together.

"Ahem," she said after a tense moment. "Why must we fight? I have done nothing to you and yours. Besides my sisters and I have such respect for the workings of your order." she pulled a well practiced pout as she stared down the barrel of Nemele's tree branch.

The order Nemele belonged to may not like the succubi in return. However the demons saw the order as one of the closest to their ideal.


Tremain heard the commotion, but was a little hesitant to make his way over. As an excuse, he had been arguing that he didn't think it was wise to leave Lazaka apart from the rest. Lazaka in return argued that she would be fine. In the end the dragon girl made her way to the group more out of annoyance at Tremain than out of a desire to face danger. Tremain followed, but they hadn't reached the group quite yet.