An unlikely group of adventurers

[Drogoth]

"I think I like this girl." Yesadri said grinning at Nemele. "Tremy can keep me in line, can't you dear?"

Tremain sighed as he felt several pairs of eyes rest on him "Apparently not, you got out of the necklace."

"Oh don't be silly." she said waving a hand "I only got out of there because I sent dreams to some wannabe hero telling him there was a poor trapped princess held by an evil spell." she finished, twirling and holding her hands as though she were wearing a ballgown.

"I should have put a ward up for that too I guess." he said gritting his teeth as he approached her.

"Cutting off my only contact with the outside world? You're not that cruel." she said leaning forward and patting him on the cheek. "I'm going to have to work on that."

Tremain sighed as he took the warding rope out of his pocket. It was a length of hemp with ruins written on every strand. It was meant to be a portable circle of binding, and indeed it had come in handy just the other day. He hadn't intended for it to be used for a literal binding. Upon seeing it Yesadri turned a around and put her hands behind her back. She giggled, excitedly looking over her shoulder.

"Why me?" Tremain said as he wrapped the rope around her wrists.

"Because you're the only one who could keep me in check." she said with with a grin as she watched him work.

"Hrmp." he grunted as he tied off the knot "Fine, there."

Yesadri frowned as she looked down at the single tie holding her wrists behind her back. Then her expression grew somewhat angry.

"You're done!?" she said annoyed "You call THIS tying my up?"

[Llyenera Llewellyn]

Lilith giggled to herself softly. "See Nemele, a wizard is always prepared for things like this. And don't they make such a cute couple?"

[Karyn MacMoragh]

'I'll refrain from commenting...' Nemele said over her shoulder, and then raised an eyebrow as the succubus protested.

'I hate to agree in any way with such a creature, but... She's right. I could fall out of that, and I can't change my shape. Haven't you ever done this before?' She gave Tremain a genuinely puzzled look as she stepped up behind the pair and began gesturing with her stick. 'How much do you have, there? Mmm, that should be enough, but not for anything terribly complex. Wrap it around her wrists, starting right there, and knot it thusly... Then bring it up here and do the same thing, just over her elbows. Don't be shy about pulling them tight together. And there, you see?'

Nemele gave the demon a little tap on the hip and stepped back, looking quite satisfied. 'She'll barely be able to move her arms at all, and her chest is stuck out. It's functional and aesthetic. Do you have anything to serve as a leash, by the way? I intend to get something very nice for Selena, but I just want to make sure this one doesn't get any ideas about leaving.'

[Drogoth]

Yesadri sucked in a breath when her elbows touched. Then continued taking rather deep breaths to accentuate her compromising position. She didn't struggle as they worked on her, but as soon as they were done she made up for lost time. She thrashed and twisted as she tried to work her arms out of the bindings. She even tried casting a few spells, but the powerful warding kept them at bay. After this short test she turned around slowly and swayed from side to side happily. Surprisingly a good amount of loose rope still hung from the elbows.

"Well, actually the rope is as long as I need it to be." Tremain said taking a hold of the loose ends and running them through his hand "Within reason at least."

He tossed the ropes over Yesadri's shoulders and they dangled down her front. He took hold of the rope and gave an experimental tug. Yesadri stumbled forward and fell against him with practiced clumsiness.

"Nice leash," she said looking up at him. "But later we can try something more... complicated right?"

"We, should get ready to go." Tremain changed the subject, obviously embarrassed by her flirting.


Lazaka watched curiously. This Succubus was unashamedly happy to be tied up. However, Lazaka could think of a few times she had acted kind of like that herself... when she thought nobody was watching. What did that say about her?

[Karyn MacMoragh]

((I know it's not my turn, but eh.))

As the succubus tested her bonds, Nemele stepped back to Selena. Leaning in to whisper in the witch's ear, she said, 'You have rather a bit more education in these sorts of matters than I, unless I miss my guess. Tell me, will this be enough to hold her? Or...' She tapped the still-flickering stick against Selena's thigh, though the angle she stood at made her strike a little bit of the witch's rear as well. Her intention seemed fairly clear.

[Drogoth]

((Edited.))

[Llyenera Llewellyn]

Selena jumped slightly, squeaking softly as the switch hit her behind. "I... haven't gotten a good look at his rope, but if his holding spell is at all good, she should be... secure..." Her eyes barely left the succubus as she spoke, watching the creature with obvious fascination. "She's obviously having trouble casting..."

((Sorry for taking so long to post! Been going through some stuff, and been distracted, easy for this to fall through the cracks :/ ))

[Drogoth]

((Llyenera and I have been talking, and we've been thinking that we might be able to do chunks of this RP in a chat program and then post a transcript here. Our two schedules are pretty wide open, how about you Karyn? And Teh603 as well.))

Tremain pushed Yesadri up to standing again. He was blushing at her forwardness. He had hoped he wouldn't see her again. And now he was going to have to deal with her around all these people. He backed up, and nearly stepped in a mess of chicken.

He looked down at the metal camp plate. He had set it down before dealing with the succubus, and had nearly forgotten about it. He glanced at their prisoner. He wasn't sure he liked the look she had on her face. At least it distracted him from the rest of her... He wondered what Yesadri would say about him looking at other women. Ah who was he kidding? She'd probably encourage it.

"Hey." he said snapping his fingers in front of her "You need to eat. Then we're out of here." He finished curtly, setting the plate down on a convenient stump. He wasn't familiar with Nemele's rehabilitation ideas. As far as he knew their job was to keep her from starving on the way to a decent prison.

"Alright we need break camp and then..." Tremain paused, taking a look at his fellow travelers. They hadn't brought anything, and most couldn't do anything to help regardless "Okay, I need to break camp, then we'll be on our way."

"Sorry about he tent." Lazaka said quietly, glancing back at the mess of canvas. Though it reminded her of what the chains had done not long ago. What was going on with her?

((Karyn, I think we should have it be your turn next.))

[teh603]

((no problem. I'm still working out the details of my character))

[teh603]

Ziza groaned softly as she awoke under a tree. She could hear people talking in the distance. Human voices, speaking in Common. She pulled the poncho off herself, yawned, and stretched. As she did, the morning sun sparkled off the cuffs that were still locked around her wrists. There was a matching set on her ankles, and a similarly matching collar around her neck. They were silver, with a black band around the center with glowing blue runes etched around the band. They weren't exactly heavy although they made their presence known easily.

"Pact shackles!" the dwarf had said, "Never need a wand, rod, or one of those daggers again. Capable of chaining themselves or unchaining at your desire, or you can lock yourself for a time. Yoke folds out of the collar, optional piercing jewelry that won't damage your clothes (Ziza was already pierced, so no trouble there), and you can make a temporary key which will allow others to have some control if you want to let them. They can also gag you if you let them." And then he had whispered, "They won't affect your shifting ability either!"

So Ziza had bought them. And then it turned out she couldn't get them off. The dwarf had merely laughed, said something about fine print, and walked off.

"I hate you, dwarf," Ziza whispered to herself as she rolled up her poncho and tied it under her backpack's frame. She reached into one of its compartments and pulled out a handful of iron rations- some hard bread with what looked like raisins baked into it, some kind of meat jerky that tasted a little like goblin, and an apple she had gotten off a tree the previous day. After a short breakfast, she took out a mirror and adjusted her appearance. She shortened her hair into a bob cut, and changed it from black to a noxious green color. Smaller, perky breasts, slightly elfin ears, but kept her human face and skin color. Being a doppelganger sometimes had its perks, when people weren't out to kill you because they thought one of your kind had replaced (insert in-law here).

Ziza's travelling clothes were fairly simple- a simple green shift with a red border, a plain leather belt with an iron buckle, and simple wooden-soled sandals. She had a gypsy dress rolled up in her pack, but she rarely brought it out unless it was clear she was needed. And if she needed something more formal... well, she had ways of getting fancy clothes.

She could still hear the voices nearby. Mostly female voices. Maybe a group of wandering minstrels or players? It was certainly worth checking out. She hefted her backpack onto her back, picked up her knobbly walking stick, and headed off in the direction of the voices.

((And if it takes her a long time to get there, no problem.))