The Labyrinth - A Choose-Your-Own-sexventure!

[LizisReady]

The Labyrinth - A Choose-Your-Own-Sexventure!

(Welcome to the Labyrinth! A Choose-Your-Own Sexventure! This is going to work a little different to how most of the ERPs here seem to work. Instead of each person taking on a character everyone will be able to vote on the actions of a single character. Guiding them through the dark Labyrinth they find themselves trapped inside.

I'll lay out some of the rules just now so we are all clear ahead of time. Anything that is written in brackets like this text is Out Of Character and will be used to show the result of any dice rolls or other such things.

At the end of each post there will be a vote with options on what to do next and I will add up the votes when either ten have been cast or 30 minutes have passed. You can also post suggestions for other actions to take and if enough people agree on that then we will take that action instead.

Along the way we will also pick up weapons, gear and maybe a few companions. Each post will have the current Inventory at the bottom of it.

So that is all basic info, so without further ado let's get this show on the road and make a character!)


Conciousness returns to you slowly, bringing with it a red hot poker of pain, jabbing at your skull. Pushing yourself upright on the cool, damp stones you rub at the side of your head and try to recall what happened to you.

With a groan you realise you can not even recall your own name, let alone how you came to be lying in this place. Racking your mind you try to recall anything of your past.

The fog in your brain seems to thin somewhat and you manage to recall vaguely where you grew up. It was a...

(So where did you grow up?)

1) A tiny fishing village
2) A busy farming town
3) A shining city

 

[LizisReady]

Str:0
Will: 10
Dex:0
Int:0
Per: 0
Cha:0


(And the fishing village is the winner!)

It was a little fishing village, barely clinging to life on the Savage Coast. You recall the day your father died, his tiny boat smashed to pieces on the jagged rocks, still within sight of the village. You remember holding on to your mother's hand as she was told the news, a expression of grim acceptance on her face. Where you grew up there were no old men, sooner or later the sea claimed you, it was just the way things went. From those harsh surrounding your learnt to never stop moving forward, that death was inevitable and all you could do was stave it off for one more day. (STAT UP! Gained 10 Will)

After your father died you had no choice but to go to work, as the oldest child it feel on you to support your younger brothers and sisters. Barely a week after you got the news you went to work as a….

A Helper on the docks (Set’s Gender to Male and gives +10 Str and Dex)
A weaver's assistant (Set’s Gender to Female and gives +10 Per and Dex)
A Corner Peddler (Gender set at random and gives +10 Cha and Per)
A Barmaid in the Tavern (Set’s Gender to Female and gives +10 Cha and Per)

(Because the Poll is a one and done thing just post your vote in the thread itself)

 

[Aliceinchains36]

Barmaid

 

[Stalzyn]

Barmaid

A Helper at the docks.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Barmaid

 

[LizisReady]

(Barmaid it is! Also sorry for the slow reply, went to see my family for a few days)

Str:0
Will: 10
Dex:0
Int:0
Per: 10
Cha:10

Gender: Female

...Barmaid. Your Uncle owned the local tavern so you went to work help around the place. It was actually pretty easy for the first few years. You were only ten when you started work, sweeping up and clearing tables. The sailors who came in would sometime give you treats and laugh and joke with you. As you grew things began to change, it took you a while to realise the change until your uncle took you aside and asked you to stay behind the bar from now on. When you asked why he simply gestured to your chest, which had grown into a perky pair of C cup breasts. He, with a blush crawling up his neck, explained that some of the men might try to get hands on with you and didn’t want to risk your marriage prospects.

So for a while you served behind the bar but inevitably busy nights drew you from behind it and you quickly became accustomed to spotting the patrons who were going to try and grab you (STAT UP! +10 Per). You also got good at turning down the offers of marriage without starting a fight (STAT UP! +10 Cha)

But eventually you found yourself tiring of the small village life. Seeing young men dying for fish and young women, the same age or younger than you, being widowed by the cruel ocean. So, shortly after your 18th birthday, a caravan came into the village you decide you would go with them when they left. Go out and see new sights, smell new smells, taste new foods!

Now was just the question of how you would get on the caravan.

Just be honest, you have some money saved up so buy passage to the nearest city. (No check, random skill bonus)
Sneak aboard and hide among the supplies (Dex check, If successful a +15 to Dex)
Convince a guard to let you on board(Cha check, If Successful a +10 to Cha)

(The way checks work is it is a D20 plus your stat bonus rolled against a target number. So for example a Dex check would be 1d20+1)

 

[Aliceinchains36]

Convince the guard

 

[rach_]

Convince the guard

 

[LizisReady]

Str:0
Will: 10
Dex:0
Int:0
Per: 10
Cha: 20

Gender: Female

Inventory
Reminder of Home: A small selection of gifts from your family, of no practical use

(Convince the guard it is!)

The guards of the caravan come into the tavern every night for dinner and you find it hard to ignore the catcalls and hungry looks. You manage to pick out one of the guards who seems more obsessed with you. He seems to hang around you like a dog and, seeing a way in, you spend your evening talking to him. His name is Wesker and the ugly scar that bisects his face turns you off but you manage to pretend you are interested and you would be damned if he didn’t start to grow on you. Listening to his stories of the world beyond and his exciting adventures only serve to solidify your will to leave..

The night before the caravan is supposed t leave you manage to get Wesker alone. (1d20 + 1} = 16 SUCCESS! Stat Up! +10 Cha) You barely have to act when you step in close to him and beg to be allowed to stow away on the caravan. When you press your body up against his he averts his eyes and, to your surprise, actually blushes. His weak attempts to put you off soon fall away and he agrees to help you hide away.

Telling you to meet him at midnight you run home and, hugging your brothers, sisters and mother. You explain that you are leaving the village to seek your fortune elsewhere and that you promise to send back money when you can. Some of your siblings cry and others simply hug you tight or give you trinkets to carry with you. (NEW ITEM! Reminder of Home: A small selection of gifts from your family, of no practical use)

Eventually midnight comes and you meet with Wesker. He shows you to a small space he has made in one of the carts and tell you to stay hidden. He will bring you food and water when he can. Smiling at you he covers up your hiding spot, leaving you in the small dark space with the smell of animals and straw.

After that things get blurry, you struggle to recall where you went next…

1) Got off at the first decently sized town, leaving Wesker and the Caravan in your dust (Dex Check. +10 Dex if successful)

2) Tried to stay hidden for as long as you could and rode the caravan for as long as possible (2 Dex checks. +15 Dex & +10 Str if successful)

3) Got “close” to Wesker and tried to learn from him, staying with the caravan as long as you could. (Cha check. Several possible benefits including learning a skill.)

 

[rach_]

Got “close” to Wesker and tried to learn from him, staying with the caravan as long as you could.

 

[LizisReady]

Str:0
Will: 10
Dex:0
Int:0
Per: 10
Cha: 20

Gender: Female
Inventory
Reminder of Home: A small selection of gifts from your family, of no practical use

(Looks like we are going to be snuggling up with Wesker)

Your memory of the next few months is a mess, the blow you suffered seeming to have scrambled your mind. You recall reaching the first major town, at the time I had seemed amazing to you, you had climbed out of the hiding place and wandered through the place with a open mouth. All the time Wesker sticking close behind you, watching out for you.

The caravan had only stayed there for a few days and you remember Wesker asking you if you want to stay with the caravan. This old soldier, with his face a mess of scars and his rough manner, was actually blushing when he asked you if you were going to leave.

You stayed, now you don’t know exactly why but you do recall a night a week later. It had been a hot day but as soon as the sun went down the cold started to bite down hard. You had sat shivering in your hiding spot as the rest of the people ate and drank and warmed themselves by the fires.

After things fell silent you heard the sound of Wesker approaching, he would normally come and bring you food after everyone else was asleep. Your hiding spot was in one of the carts that was used for storing feed and other such things, no one actually slept in it.

Pulling the cloth aside you saw Wesker standing outside the cart, holding a bowl of still steaming food in one hand and a large blanket in the other. Making space for him he climbed inside the hiding place. You had taken to talking like this at night and you had come to look forward to these chats more than the food.

The night was cold and you ended up under the blanket together. From their memory fails you, you recall the warmth of his body, the feel of his muscles under your hand. Your bodies pressed together for warmth. Somehow his hand ends up in yours, your heads move close together as you talk. Eventually your lips touch and you experience your first kiss.

His skin was hot against yours as you pulled each others clothing away. His mouth felt rough against your nipples as he suckled at them like a baby. You found it hard to keep quiet as he placed you down on the hardwood floor of the caravan. The sight of his erect cock, poised above your virgin sex, even now the memory makes your heart beat faster.

He entered you gently, his lips kissing over your body as he slowly pushed inch after inch of his cock inside of you. The pain of your hymen breaking was sudden, mixing with the pleasure you were feeling into a confusing mass of sensation. Your fingernails dug deeply into his shoulder as you tried to keep from crying out. He held you there, his cock buried completely inside of you, for a long time.

When he finally began to move it was like nothing else you had ever felt. Your breath came in great gasps as he slowly pumped in and out of you. For his part Wesker was panting like a beast, seeming to have to fight to keep himself in control with every thrust.

Eventually however he could take no more and, pulling back slightly from you, his cock slide from inside you and up onto your belly. You felt hot fluid splash against your stomach as he shook and groaned above you.

As he collapsed on top of you, his body smearing his fluids over your stomach, you remember the strange feeling of want it left. As if some pressure had been allowed to fade away instead of being released.

After that you had slept together nearly every night, every night Wesker would pull his cock free at the last moment, spraying his seed on the hardwood or your stomach. Once or twice you felt yourself nearly reach some kind of peak, only for him to pull free of you before you could achieve it.

The day you were found was hard. Another guard happened to find you whilst moving stock and you were dragged out and in front of the captain of the caravan. (1d20+2=4 FAILURE!) You tried to convince him to let you stay with them. For one horrible second you thought he might make you “Comfort” the other men on the caravan. Instead he simply left you by the roadside. With nothing but your memento of home to your name.

Wesker had tried to step forward and defend you when you were found but you pushed him away. Kicking at him and shouting for him to get away from you. The idea of ruining his life because you had been a foolish child was too much to bear. He had looked at you as the caravan drove away, you could not tell if he understood why you had done what you did.

So there you were, stuck in the middle of a dank forest, you recalled Wesker calling it Carrion Wood.

1) You should just follow the road, not much else to do.
2) You could strike out into the woods themselves

 

[rach_]

To the woods, as nothing bad ever happens there.

Also please roll better.

 

[LizisReady]

To the woods, as nothing bad ever happens there.

Also please roll better.

We are all beholden to the RNJesus

 

[LizisReady]

Str:0
Will: 10
Dex:0
Int:0
Per: 10
Cha: 20

Gender: Female
Inventory
Reminder of Home: A small selection of gifts from your family, of no practical use

(We are heading into the woods then, I am sure this will work out just fine)

You recall sitting by the roadside for a hour just crying like a child. Somehow all the uncertainty about your path hit you all at once in that moment. Eventually you where out of tears, taking a deep breath you pull yourself up of the ground and consider the options.

Somehow the idea of walking after the caravan doesn’t appeal, the idea of running into the back of them is just too much to think of. You got away luckily last time and you get the feeling they might follow through on the threat to turn you into the camp whore.

Instead you remember striking out into the woods. From the roadside they had not looked too bad, a little overgrown but nothing too bad. Once you got inside and lost sight of the road it was a whole nother story. The trees seemed to grow larger as you moved nearer to them, seeming to loom over you. As if threatening to descend on you at any second.

Where you grew up the only trees where about three feet tall, knife thin things that clung to the sea swept land for grim death. These things were unlike anything you had seen before, the leave blocked out the sky, casting everything in a constant strange half light that played tricks on you. Many times as you walked through the forest you recall seeing what you were sure was a person only for it to turn out to be a trick of the shadows.

You walked for most of the rest of the day, as night started to come in a cold rain began to fall. Luckily it was broken up by the thick canopy and you were able to stay mostly dry by huddling at the foot of a tree. You remember the moment when you noticed the strange thing about these woods. The whole time you had been walking through them you had neither heard nor seen a single animal. Not so much as a bird call or insect in the air.

The thought of why that was was enough to banish any hope you had of sleep that night. Instead you sat staring out from the base of the tree, sure that every drop of water hitting the ground was some horrible beast coming to tear you to shreds.
The night was horribly long for you, the rain never stopped and it kept getting colder. When the sky started to lighten you were shaking like a leaf. Any joy you felt from the rise of the sun was quickly wiped out when you heard the sure sound of branches snapping, pressing yourself down into the dip in the ground you could hear them coming closer. A definite snap snap of sticks as someone or something approached you.

Racking your mind, panic running up and down your spin, your tried to think of what to do.

1) Just stay down and hope you don’t get spotted

2) Try to run and get away from the creature

3) Might as well try and fight the monster and go down swinging

(So I am now going to keep the rolls and possible benefits secret, also if you want to vote then you can just put the number of your choice in a reply)

 

[Aliceinchains36]

One. Stay hidden

 

[LizisReady]

Str:0
Will: 10
Dex:0
Int:0
Per: 10
Cha: 20

Gender: Female
Inventory
Reminder of Home: A small selection of gifts from your family, of no practical use

(We are staying down then)

Looking around you the trees seem to have huddled together. Blocking off every avenue of escape. Pushing yourself down into the mud at the foot of the tree you held your breath as the footsteps came closer and closer.

Before too long they were right on top of you, you heard the sound of breathing as it moved around the clearing. Eventually the sound came so close you pushed your face down in to the dirt. Squeezing your eyes shut and holding your breath, praying that it would pass you by.

“Hey! What are you doing down there?” The voice of Wesker came to you in the same moment you felt a strong hand on your shoulder, pulling you up out of the mud.

You remember opening your eyes wide to see Wesker standing over you. Dressed in the simple leather armour that went under his plate. Smiling down at you with relief written large across his face.

You embraced then, clinging tightly to each other, the pressure of fear you had felt at being alone escaping in the form of tears that rolled from your eyes, mixing with the rain. You remember how tightly Wesker held you, the way his breathing came in short gasps, looking back now you realise he was crying with relief, just like you.

Eventually you had pulled yourselves together enough to talk, it turned out that Wesker had decided to leave the caravan, hence his lack of armour, and head after you. When he had got to the place they had abandoned you he had followed your trail in to the woods.

As he explained all this to you Wesker built a makeshift shelter for the two of you. Huddling together, your bodies entwined, kissing and talking in the dark. You had apologised for getting caught, for even hiding away in the first place. For costing Wesker his job and landing you both in the middle of these horrible woods.

Wesker shushed you as you spoke, planting kisses on your tear stained cheeks and running his rough fingers gently through your hair. Eventually you cried and apologised yourself out, resting your head in the nook of Wesker's are you fell asleep.

You awoke in the morning to the smell of cooking meat. Wesker had somehow managed to find a rabbit in these cursed woods and was cooking it over a small fire. A heavy fog hung in the early morning air and you stuck close to Wesker’s side.

Wesker had laughed at you, calling you a scared door mouse and wondering aloud what happened to the girl who had snuck aboard the caravan. That had stung your pride and so, standing proud above Wesker, you asked him to train you to….

1) Fight! If you had known your way around a sword or your own fists those thugs would never have thrown you off the caravan.

2) Hunt! If you are going to be living off the land then you should at least know what you can and can’t eat and how to catch game.

3) Sneak! If you had been better at hiding, then you would never have been found in the first place.

(Also if you have a suggestion for the name of the character then post them and I will pick one at random)

 

[rach_]

3. Sneak

 

[LizisReady]

Str:0
Will: 10
Dex:20
Int:10
Per: 30
Cha: 20

Name: Lorna Faulkner

Gender: Female

Inventory
Reminder of Home: A small selection of gifts from your family, a comfort in hard times.

(Looks like we are becoming a sneaky sneaky snake in the grass!)

...In the ways of stealth. You had heard stories as a child of those who could become one with the shadows. Who would move undetected through the world, only sliding into view to strike down the just and unjust alike. You knew you could never be the strongest in a fight and you doubted you would ever get the chance to learn even the most basic magic so this seemed like the best option.

Wesker laughed as you told him about the shadows of your childhood, shaking his head when you asked him to teach you what he knows. “I have never been the most subtle,” He said as he looked you up and down. “But then again I could show you some trick. A gingered up mare would have left a harder to follow trail than you did.”

You never did find out what a ‘Gingered up Mare’ was but you didn’t care, at the time you had squealed with joy and thrown your arms around him. Smothering Wesker’s face in kisses and thanking him, promising that you would try your best.

The following day your training began, Wesker had decided that it would be better to cut through the woods to a small town on the other side called Marrion Break. As much as you hated these wood you had to agree, the idea of bumping into anyone from the caravan again didn’t appeal. So you set out and your training began.

At first all you had to do was watch, watch Wesker as he picked up the subtle trails left by the deer that roamed in and out of these woods. He was a good teacher, patiently explaining how the deer would almost always be heading either from or towards the wide open grazing to the east of the woods. So you could be sure that if you followed one of the trails it would lead you closer to the edge of the woods. (1D20= 12! SUCCESS! STATUP UP! +10 Per, + 10 Int)

At the time you had worried that you where being a burden to Wesker, always stopping and asking him questions about what he was doing or why he was doing something. Looking back now you realise that he enjoyed taking on the roll of the teacher. He would always stop and turn to you, his eyes and voice warm as he explained it to you. Always making sure that you really understood what he meant. The memory of his face, so close to yours, his voice soft and calm, his hands strong and sure.

In the now, on the cold stone floor of the labyrinth, you shake your head to try and dispel these memories. Although you can’t say for sure why they feel strangely painful to recall. A hollow sensation filling your chest as you do.

You recall how things went for the next few weeks. During the day you would move, at first towards the town and then from there towards the city of Agonija. It was supposedly the capital of this region and Wesker had figured you could both find some work there. Along the way Wesker would train you in how to move without disturbing the undergrowth as well as how to spot the passage of another.
(1d20= 16! SUCCESS! STATUP UP! +10 Per)

In the evenings you would stop and make camp. In the later days of your journey, as you became more sure of yourself you would try to sneak up on Wesker as he sat by the fire. (1d20=14! SUCCESS! STATUP UP! +20 Dex!) The first week you tried it he always managed to hear you coming, turning suddenly at the last moment and grabbing you, pulling you down into his lap as you both laughed. His lips planting kisses all across your face as he told you to try harder. Eventually however you managed to get close enough to throw your arms around his neck from behind and plant a kiss on his neck.

The first time you did it he nearly jumped out of his skin, your laughter at his reaction echoing against the trees. Quickly those laughs faded away to breathy moans as he pulled you down into his lap. His lips finding yours as both of you ran your hands over each others bodies. Since that first time in the caravan you had only made love a few times. Every time had been fast, almost animalistic as Wesker took you. Under the stars, under the canopy of the trees, during the day or in the middle of the night. The only constant had been that he had always pulled away from you in the last moments, his seed spilling onto your belly or the ground. Each time leaving you feeling strangely unfulfilled.

This time however was different, as you lay on your back across his lap Wesker's hand slid under your clothing. Running up underneath your shirt to cup your breasts, his rough palms gently squeezing them. Sending shivers of pleasure shooting through your body, the sparks seeming to ground themselves in your crotch.

Breaking the kiss for a moment you remember looking up into his face, his features cast in flickering shadows by the fire. Something in his eyes sent a flood of emotions shooting through your body, so strong you felt like you might cry from the joy of it all. Instead you pulled him down into another kiss, this one filled with your passion. In response you felt his hands become rougher on your breasts, his calloused thumb running over your erect nipple.

Eventually his hand left your breast, traveling down your stomach, every inch of flesh it touched feeling like lightning had struck it. Eventually he came to the hem of your trousers, your breath stopped in your lungs as he slipped his hand inside. Running down through your pubic hair to your sex. You convulsed in pleasure as his hand came in contact with your lips, a moan of pleasure being forced from your lungs as his fingers made gentle circles around your opening.

As good as the other times had felt this was something completely new, you could barely breath as Wesker planted kisses all over your face. Two of his fingers sliding easily inside of you as his thumb made circles around a spot just above.

You were helpless in his grasp, his fingers sending wave after wave of pleasure smashing against your minds walls. Every time you thought you had reached some new peak he would delve his fingers deeper, rub his thumb harder and you would be sent to some new height of pleasure. Flat on your back across his lap you could only grasp at his shoulders as you rode out the pleasure.

When the end came it felt like you were going to die, it felt as if you were ascending to heaven. Your body spasmed violently in Wesker’s lap, his free hand holding your head steady as you screamed in pure animal pleasure. Your thigh snapping together as every muscle in your body contracted, later Wesker would joke that you almost broke his hand.

Finally spent you came back to your senses, Wesker's face was close to yours, his heavy breath loud in your ears. He sounded as if he had just run a dozen miles. When he removed his hand from your sex you wanted to pull it back into place, if you had been able to move your arms you might have tried. Instead you felt yourself being lifted off the ground like a child and then lay down on your shared bed roll.

Wesker loomed over you as you lay there, his face hidden in shadow as he leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on your lips. Breaking it he paused, you could feel his eyes boring into you.

“Lorna….I,” He began, (BOOYAH Our previously unnamed character now has the name Lorna Faulkner) “I...I want you….I.” Another pause as he seemed to struggle to find the right words. “I want you...always.”

As he spoke you understood the words he left unspoken, your heart again being filled with a overwhelming joy, that choked your throat. Meaning that when he placed his hand on your trouser and simply asked “can I?” You could only reply by nodding your head, silently glad that the shadows hid the tears of joy filing your eyes.

Everything was so different that time, before you had both simply fallen together, neither of you asking for permission, simply two animals rutting in the dirt. This time, as Wesker gently pulled your trousers away, leaving your sex completely exposed, it felt far better. Even the tiny sound of his own trousers being unbuckled sent a shiver down your spine. His hand felt like fire as it parted your already spreading legs, allowing to climb on top of you again.

In the dark his mouth found yours as his member rubbed through your sodden pubic hair. His tongue hot as it slid into your mouth in the same moment his cock slowly spread open your lips and slid inside of you. You nearly bit his tongue off as the pleasure hit you, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as he slowly pushed deeper. It almost felt like your first time again but the pain had been replaced with yet more pleasure. As he bottomed out Wesker nearly collapsed on to you, his own breath ragged as he fought for control.

You both sat there like that for a long time, each of you planting gentle kisses on your necks and faces. Simply enjoying the feeling of being connected of feeling another's body so close to yours and yet wanting to be closer still.

Eventually Wesker began to move, at first slowly, drawing his cock out of you with agonising care before slowly sliding back inside. Quickly his pace quickened however as he gave himself over to the animal inside. You felt yourself being pushed up the bed roll as he became more and more ferocious. Every thrust bottoming out inside of you and forcing a cry of pleasure from your lungs as he pounded you.

His thrusts becoming more ragged by the second until suddenly he stopped, with a groan you felt his cock pull completely free of your sex. Then suddenly the feeling of hot fluid splashing against your crotch as he strained above you. His breath coming in gasps as he reached his release before collapsing down on top of you, spent.

After some time he rolled off of you on to the bedroll beside you. His arm across your waist he pulled your body close to his. In the dim light of the fire's embers you could just make out the lines of his face. Leaning forward you planted a kiss on the scar that bisected his face. Wiping away the tears from your eyes you slipped into a easy slumber in each other's arms.

In the morning you awoke with a sheet thrown over you, the smell of cooking on the air. Sitting up you felt the twinge of pain in your lower back from the previous night's fun. Looking around you saw wesker sitting by the fire, stirring a pot, he didn’t turn to look at you so you decided to try and sneak off and take care of nature's call. (1d20+5=7! FAILURE!)

“Morning sleepy head,” Came the voice of Wesker as you tried to sneak out of the clearing. Turning back around you suddenly realised that you were naked from the waist down. For a second you consider covering up but then think better of it. After all it was only the two of you here.

“Just going to take care of nature's call,” You replied, returning the smile on Wesker’s face as you turn and walk out of the clearing. You found a place a little bit into the woods to take care of nature's call. Taking this chance you also looked over the damage done the night before. Your pubic hair was matted down with the dried remains of Wesker’s seed and as you tried to pick it out you wondered to yourself why he always pulled away in the last moments. It seemed to you at the time like a far more messy way of doing things.
(1d20+1=12! SUCCESS!)

Resolving to ask him about this when you get back you squatted down to relieve yourself. Suddenly you heard the sound of a twig snapping. A sound that usually would not stand out yet some part of you tells you it is important.

Where you are now is a small divot between two large trees, you could maybe try and get back to Wesker. Then again you could always take this chance to test your skills on what was most likely a deer.

1) Try and head back to camp
2) Try and sneak up on whatever made the noise
3) Stay put and hope it passes.

(lots of new skills gained this time! Also FUN FACT: The sex scene in this one is based very closely on my own first time, sans the campfire and scarred up older man. Also, some skill checks will use more than one base stat, in those cases you get the total bonus from both, hence the +5)

 

[Aliceinchains36]

Can we combine options? Because if so she should actually stay put long enough to go pee, then go back to camp since that's why she left to begin with. But if combining isn't an option she should go back to camp.

 

[LizisReady]

Str:0
Will: 10
Dex:20
Int:10
Per: 30
Cha: 20

Name: Lorna Faulkner

Gender: Female

Inventory
Reminder of Home: A small selection of gifts from your family, a comfort in hard times.

(So I think I might not have explained the options very well, I’ll try to do better next time. Also you are not limited to the options I provide, if you come up with something that would be better to do then feel free to suggest it. I give the options more as a general guide to what is possible at that moment. So we are going to be staying put to take care of the call of nature.)

Shrugging your shoulders you decided to take care of the pressure in your bladder first. Looking up at the canopy above you you reflected on how different this part of the woods where. Wesker had told you that this place was actually part of the same woods as the Carrion Woods. Yet you found that hard to believe, those woods had been cold and foreboding, feeling more like a graveyard than anything else. These woods seemed to be full of life, every time you had gone into them you had seen a deer or rabbit. The air was filled with birdsong and even seemed to smell more alive.

Another snapping twig, this one much nearer and again something in your mind told you it was important. Barely a second after that sound game another snapping twig. Deciding to trust in your gut you quickly moved to the other side of one of the trees, pressing your body flat to it as you strained to hear another sound.

There was silence for a few long moments before you could make out the sound of someone breathing heavily. For a second you thought it was just Wesker trying to sneak up on you for a joke but then voice called out and your heart froze in your chest.

“Come on out, Girly!” The voice was supremely unpleasant, sounding both like the speaker had both a blocked up nose and had been eating sandpaper. Nothing like the warm strong tones of Wesker.

From the sound of it he was pretty much on the exact opposite side of the tree from you. You heard him moving down into the divot you had been. (1d20+5=22! SUCCESS!) Moving around the tree you do your best to keep him on the other side from you, stepping carefully over the twigs and dry leaves. As you listen you look around to try and see a way you could move from here, in the position he is in right now he would not be able to see you if you moved directly backwards. But the nearest cover in that direction is a good ten metres away, any other direction would expose you to him as you moved.

(1d20+3=9! FAILURE!) Peeking around the side of the tree you look back in the direction you came from. The low hanging canopy sways in the breeze but provides no answers as to what you could do. Silently you curse yourself, wishing you had a weapon of some sort to fight with. The ground offers nothing but pebbles and even if you did have a blade you have no idea how to fight.

As you think this over you still try to move around to remain out of sight of the man. His breathing is easy to pick out, as heavy and rasping as it is. A part of you wonders if he is breathing like that because he saw you going to the toilet. Your stomach flips with revulsion at the possibility.

Suddenly you hear the sound of heavy footsteps and a short strangled cry from the other side of the tree. Then Wesker's voice calling out, “Lorna! Are you here?” He sound out of breath with something else that you can’t pick out edging his voice.

Relief flowing through your body you stepped around the tree, the smile on your face vanishing as you took in the scene.

Wesker was standing looking at you, his face covered in a dark fluid, in front of him the man was on his knees. Facing towards you his eyes had turned into saucers, his mouth hanging wide open , a low rasping coming from his throat. Weskers right hand was in a strange position, balled up in a fist with the thumb side pressed flat against the side of the man's throat.

Relief bloomed on Wesker’s face as you moved in to view, his body seemed to relax for a moment before. Suddenly grimacing, his whole body tensed and he punched his fist forward, as he did the blade that had been buried in the man's neck tore open his neck. A gout of gore spraying out on to the ground as the man feel forward on to his face. His hands shooting to the bloody mess of his neck as he gasped and gurgled for breath.

Both you and Wesker stood in silence watching the man as he lay face down between the two of you, His whole body spasming as he let out increasingly desperate and watery gurgling sounds as he drowned in his own blood. (1d20+1=2! CRITICAL FAILURE!)The sight of the grisly murder is too much for you. You barely manage to turn your head away before vomit is spraying out across the ground. You fall on to your knees as you retch, throwing up contents of your stomach on to the ground.

You feel Wesker’s hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you, yet the sound of the man gasping out his last refuses to leave your head and you suddenly become convinced that Wesker his using the same hand as he did to murder the man. Screaming out in fear you scrabble away from him, pressing your back to the base of the tree. Seeing him now you can tell he was using his left hand, his right hangs limp at his side, stained a deep red.

Wesker watches you for a few moments, the moment of confusion shifting to understanding as he watches you. Standing up and sheathing the knife he slowly comes walking towards you as you sit shaking against the tree. Your eyes fall to the soil between your legs, that horrible sound echoing in your head. As Wesker puts his arms around you you want to push him away. You want to scream and vomit, you want the damned sound to stop!

Instead you cry, gripping onto Wesker like a child awoken from a nightmare, you cry into his neck. Great horse gusts of fear and horror pushing out of you in guttural wails. Wesker simply holds you tight to his chest, rubbing your back gently as you weep.

Eventually your tears are spent and Wesker picks you up off of the ground. Carrying you like a child back to the camp and laying you down beside the fire. As you look around you can make out the shape of another body laying on its side on the other side of the clearing. When Wesker returns with a blanket you manage to force some words through your lips.

“Who where they?” You ask.

Pulling the blanket tight around you Wesker sits down beside you and places his arm protectively around you. “Bandits,” He say, his voice gruff. “Thought we would be easy meat.” As he says those last words you can hear the angry pride in his voice as he stares at the corpse on the other side of the fire.

Both of you sat like that for a long time, silently staring into the fire. Neither of you knowing what to say. You felt the pressure to ask Wesker about what had happened growing inside of you, yet you part of you didn't want really know. Taking a deep breath you opened your mouth and said…

1) Ask about what happened to the other Bandit
2) Ask about how Wesker learnt to fight like that
3) Ask Wesker to teach you to fight like him

(So this is one where you can also suggest any other questions you have for Wesker. You can also vote for multiple questions)

 

[LizisReady]

(Just going to give this a bump incase any new people want to join in)

 

[Kiwibeavergrowler]

Ask Wesker to teach you to fight

 

[Kiwibeavergrowler]

Ask Wesker if the dead bandits had any weapons

 

[LizisReady]

Str:10
Will: 10
Dex:30
Int:10
Per: 30
Cha: 20

Name: Lorna Faulkner

Gender: Female

Gear:
Old Short Sword - A worn out of sword, more likely to kill you with Tetanus than anything else. (+1 to Damage, +1 to Melee Attack)
Mercy Giver Dagger - A short and very thin blade
Ill Fitting leather Armour - A set of heavily worn leather armour, smell like a dead horse and weighs about the same. (+1 to Defense.)

Inventory
Reminder of Home: A small selection of gifts from your family, a comfort in hard times.
Odd Seeds: A small bag of small oddly shaped seeds

Skills
Grappling - In a hand to hand fight you know how to use an opponent's weight against them. Give a +1 when grabbed.
Tracking - Being able to read the passage of man and animal is a valuable asset. +1 to Perception checks when trying to track someone or something.

(Looks like we are going to be learning to fight & lets see what kinds of gear they had on them)

“Could you…teach me to fight like that?” You struggle to force the words out past the lump in your throat.

Wesker didn’t reply for a long time, as he stared into the fire you felt like you had said something to upset him. Panic starting to creep up on you, you blurt out “What did they have on them?”

The question seems to shake Wesker out of his thoughts, he glances down at you and then stands up. Walking over to the body on the other side of the fire he leans over it and you see him going over the body. After a few minutes he returns and dumps a small bundle of items in front of you.

Crouching down he offers you a filthy scabbard of a short sword. Pulling the sword out you see that it has seen better days, the blade has a thick patina of rust.

“Looks like they were deserters,” Wesker said, looking through the pile. “Must have been on the run for a while, everything is worn out.”

“What army did they run from?” You ask as you put the blade away again. Dropping it back on the pile you pick up a small pouch.

“Hard to say,” Wesker replies, “They were smart enough to get rid of any insignia. It’s been a long time since there were any wars around here. So they must have been hitting travellers for awhile.

As Wesker talks you dump out the contents of the small bag into your palm, the contents of bag is about a dozen small seeds. A few are perfectly smooth with a kidney shape whilst the rest are have hard rough shells. No two seem to be the same size and as you look at them you get the strange feeling that they are important. “Maybe there would be a reward for...dealing with them” You find it hard to say that Wesker killed them.

Wesker pauses for a moment, considering the possibility before finally shaking his head. “No, we would have to haul the bodies with us and in this weather…” He looks at you, a smile on his face. “They would go a bit runny.”

The small moment of humour releases a tension inside you, laughter peals out of your body in a long warm flow. Wesker begins to laugh along with you, his voice reverberating in your chest as you both laugh.

When you both finally laugh yourselves out, feeling a thousand times lighter, you decide to bring up learning to fight again. When you ask if he would teach you to fight he looks up at you for a second. His expression is hard to read as he stand up and look down at you.

“Well, if you think you can learn anything from me,” He begins, talking about himself in that same way, beating himself down. Usually you find it charming but after he saved your life the sound of him talking about himself that way makes you feel angry. Standing up you look up into his eyes, fire in your eyes.

“You saved my life!” You exclaim, your voice cracking slightly as you step over the pile of gear and wrap your arms around his waist. “I can’t think of anyone I would rather be taught by.”

****

So your tutoring in the ways of war began, happening along with your training in tracking and stealth. The near miss you had with the bandits gave you new focus, as Wesker trained you in how to handle a blade. You quickly started to pick things up, (STAT UP! +10 Dex) although you soon ran into a problem. Every time you would spar Wesker would knock your blade to the side and drag you to the ground. With his weight pushing down on top of you it was impossible to move, from there you would almost always end up making love. Which slowed down your training greatly every time it happened.

Eventually you decided to try and build your strength, Wesker helps you pull together some weights to lift and build up your strength. You find pretty quickly that you are already stronger than you thought. (STAT UP! +10 Strength)

It takes about another two weeks to make it to the outskirts of the city Agonija. By the time you get there you have not only build up enough strength to get Wesker off of you but also the knowledge and the skills to get on top of him.(SKILL LEARNED! Grappling) After awhile you pulled on a set of the leather armour that one of the Bandits had had on them. It didn’t fit very well on you, obviously made for a much broader person but it was better than nothing. With the sword cinched to your waist and the thin knife hidden in your boot you felt good.

You had decided to camp on the outskirts of the city for the night, Wesker said that there was no reason to waste money on a inn when you could just as easily sleep under the stars for the night. As you sat by the fire, your arm hooked around Wesker's waist as you stared into the fire, you felt happier than you had in a long time. Even with the tension of entering the city in your gut.

Suddenly you recalled a question you had meant to ask Wesker weeks ago. Seeing no better time you turned and looked up into his face.

“Wesker,” You began, “Why do you never finish inside?” The words feel oddly taboo as they pass your lips and from Wesker's reaction you guess that they are.

“What kind of question is that!?” He laughs and blusters, a bright blush creeping up his neck and across his face. Part of you wants to pull back and not ask, his reaction making you feel like you did something wrong.

1. You are not going to give up, he has ruined more than one shirt and you want a answer why!

2. Leave it be, he clearly doesn’t want to talk about it.

(So this is another chance to talk about whatever you want, a little light interlude before entering the city)

 

[LizisReady]

bu-bump!