An unlikely group of adventurers

[Drogoth]

((Well, chat was a bust. I was thinking we could try for the same time next week. This came on kind of suddenly considering the speed at which things usually go on this forum. So maybe the next one will work. In the meantime lets keep things going in the forum if we can.))

[Karyn MacMoragh]

((Augh! Really, really sorry about that. I haven't been able to come on properly for a while now... Anyway, just got AIM. My screen name appears to be 'KarynRelkatha@hotmail.com'.

Reeeeaaaally sorry I missed all this. Chat would be seriously preferable for me!))

[Drogoth]

((Hey, no problem. I figure we can try it again next week. Though it is also your turn to post in the forum Thing is you need to go back through about two pages of OOC to see that. Now something's up in the OOC forum for this stuff.))

[Karyn MacMoragh]

(Aguh! I'm really sorry about the lack of posting and of showing-up. My poor computer bit the biscuit, and I just, and I mean just, got back online. Where were we, now?)

'I suppose you're right,' Nemele said, just a hint of disappointment in her voice. She turned and tossed the branch off into the bushes, then crossed her arms as she looked over the succubus again.

'We're going to have to get you something new to wear once we find a tailor or a leatherworker,' she mused, glancing down at Selena again. 'I have a few ideas in mind. I'm sure you'll love them! We'll need to get you a new collar and restraints, too, for the ceremony...' She trailed off, looking deep in thought, and without elaborating further, looked over at Tremain working with the tent. 'Oh, let me give you a hand with that!' she called. 'Do have your breakfast, Selena, we'll be gone as soon as you're done!' Apparently taking no notice at all of where the breakfast was or how Selena might eat it, she dutifully trotted off to help with the packing.

[Llyenera Llewellyn]

Selena's eyes widened as the group walked away to take care of the tent. "But... wait! How am I..." Her voice trailed off once she noticed they were paying her no attention, and she turned her own attention to the dish on the stump.

Kneeling down next to the stump, she first tried reaching the food with her hands. She was easily flexible enough to reach both arms around one side of her body and grasp some food, however, she could barely get it up near her breast, much less anywhere near her mouth. Realising there was no way she was going to be able to use her hands to eat with her arms secured behind her back like they were, she put the fish (it was fish, wasn't it?) back on the dish and dropped her arms back behind her, huffing softly.

She realised what she was going to have to do, and it made her blush just thinking about it. She briefly considered refusing to eat like that, only to have her stomach growl quite noticeably as if on que. Doing her best to shake her hair out of her face, she stooped herself down toward the stump and coaxed a bit of fish into her mouth.

She continued the process, finishing off the plate as the rest of the group gathered up the tent.

[teh603]

Ziza managed to enter the clearing just as the last tent was being tied up and stored. She hadn't expected to see two bound girls, a bound succubus- at least it looked vaguely the one pictured in the Book of Wicked Husbands- and someone who looked more like a paladin than anything else.

And then she stopped, waiting to see if anyone would notice her.

[Drogoth]

Tremain rolled the tent into a tight bundle before securing it to his pack. It would have been easier if Yesadri hadn't kept getting in the way. She insisted on being close to him. Though at times she would have needed to be inside his clothing to get any closer. Tremain shrugged the pack onto his shoulders and put on his hat. The typical tall wizarding hat was too tall for convenient traveling. He wore a more traditional hat made of tightly woven straw. It had a wide brim that offered a good amount of shade. Though at times it shrouded his entire head in darkness. It was commonly referred to as a "Black Mage's" hat. Beside that he wore a shirt with broad sleeves and a simple pair of traveling pants.

He took one last look around the camp to see if they'd forgotten anything. He took stock of his traveling companions as well. Nemele was confident and chipper, her simple robe seeming like a shroud of modesty compared to the other girl's attire. She was some sort of holy woman, but not like any he had ever met.

He felt a twinge of pity for Lazaka. The poor slave girl who had gotten stuck in her chains. Chains that he might have accidentally awakened some magical property in. She was trying to be brave, but every so often she would try to hunch forward, as though she had any chance to hide her exposed body. The robe she had been wearing was still tangled in her chains, caught between her wrists and elbows. It was already torn in a few places due to the girl's near constant nervous squirming. Her rose colored skin had been quite a bit redder since that morning. Her lighter 'underbelly' quite visible now. Her breasts formed a pink heart shape, and the color continued past her stomach and down the underside of her tail, but not before forming another little heart with her butt.

Selena was in a similar predicament, but much more deserving of it. The half elf seemed to have gotten over her initial shock of being captured. Though she had behaved awfully strangely for a prisoner. He didn't know enough about binding women to realize just how much she liked it. Either way, Tremain thought he could see the wheels turning in her head. He didn't know what she could do in her position, but he was sure she would be planning something. At least they only had to deal with her until they got to a town. Then she'd be the sheriff's problem. Or so he thought.

Yesadri was all too happy to be there. She thrust her chest forward and swayed when she walked, and she always seemed to be walking towards him. She didn't look a day older than she did when she first stepped out of his summoning circle. She made no effort to hide how much she enjoyed her bonds, in fact she had been dropping hints that she probably needed more. She also made a great deal of fuss about how uncomfortable her corset was. Tremain thought it best that she be covered up. Though he did consider stripping the succubus to give Lazaka some things to wear. But the thought of the innocent dragon girl wearing seductress' gear just didn't seem right.

Then there was that green haired girl. She was.... wait, who was she?

((firgured a little recap of appearances and such was called for. After all it's been a while, someone new has come, and I got to point out some things I hadn't mentioned before. I highly reccomend it ))

[Karyn MacMoragh]

'That should be the lot of it, so... Oh!' Nemele looked a little startled to see the newcomer. She was a fairly tall, skinny woman with long dark brown hair, clad in a dusty white robe that marked her as a mendicant traveller. It would be difficult to guess which specific order of nuns or paladins she belonged to, as she didn't wear a visible holy symbol... Though it did appear that she was wearing someone else's belt.

'Good morning,' she said graciously with a little bow. 'I'm afraid you may have caught us at a bad time, if you were hoping for hospitality. We just packed up everything for cooking, though we could offer you some bread.' As she spoke, she was walking over to where Selena had just finished her breakfast.

[Llyenera Llewellyn]

Selena gasped suddenly upon noticing the newcomer, and stood up to face her. Her long black hair cascaded nearly to her slim waist, long pointed elven ears peeking through it. She was completely naked, and looked a little worse for wear after having slept on the ground. Her arms were held behind her back with heavy metal cuffs around both her wrists and elbows. A chain attached them to a collar around her neck.

She stood, eyeing the newcomer with a blush on her face and tugged on her chains in a futile attempt to cover up.

[teh603]

"Uh... hi..." Zi said as she looked around. "I already ate, so I don't need your food. But thanks for the offer." She was a little concerned now. She looked around nervously, to make sure that the girls weren't bait for some kind of slaver's trap. The runes on her collar and cuffs flared momentarily.

"If this is some kind of trap, I'm not going down without a fight."