Final Fantasy: True Belief

[jackajacka]

This thread is not based around any of the Final Fantasy Games it is not a continuation of any of the final fantasy Games it is purely a new Final Fantasy in a new world with new characters.

This story will be based on a world called veroc (if anyone can think of a better name then please say so and if it is then i will change it) it will have chocobos and airships as usual the Main Girl will be a person of importance ie. Princess also in this thread summoners are important as well like FF10.

Characters:
Valian (played by me)
(the Lady of importance you may choose what she is important about and her name ig you are the lady of importance please put an IM in your description part or say you are)
and 2 to 5 more chracters
Evil Person who wishes to rule or destroy the planet who can summon dark Summons which destroy Villages and Citys.

If you want to create a character of your own then by all means do.

Name: Valian
Age: 20
Status: Virgin
Weapons: Short Swords one in each hand
Cloths: bkue baggy trousers which allow him to move quickly his swords are attached by his belt has a White undertop and has a blue top over it the sleeves reach down to his elboes.
Hair Length: Goes down to just below his ears to hide a small scar in the shape of a circle with a dot in the middle
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Green

IS:

High above the city of Versa flew the Vacson an Airship which was shaped like (|)a small box shaped hole appeared in the bottom of the ship three men stood around the Hole

"Land, Get in, Hide, Get the booty got it" said the man to the right the man leading the group nodded and he and the man to the left said "got it as always" the man at te front of the group turned and walked up to the hle he had done this hundreds of times but the distance to the ground still freaked him out he put one foot out in front of him and dropped falling down.

He positioned himself head firs, Arms spread he flew past other and moved himself closer to the palace walls using his arms to guide him threw the wind when he was in te corect position he twirled in the air and pulled out a special sword which was actually blunt along the edge but was sharp at the tip it was used by the group to slow them down during fals until they stopped.

He stabbed the sword into the wala sparks flying grit from the wall hit his maskhe slowed down but not fast enough the wall was stronger then the walls he had used to slow down before he pushed the sword deeper into the wall but it still didn't work he pulled the sword out and flung it away giving up he ripped his mask off revealing his face and hair he pulled out a blue wphere and spoke into it "find another way in situation 246 had occured" he didn't have time to ehar a response he was getting closer and closer to the ground her hoped people on the streets were not watching then...

...he saw it he was heading for one of the palaces huge lng flags which dangled from the building he repared his arms and when he reached the flag he grabbed it if it were not for his gloves his hands would have been seriously burnt he did slow down but the flag also swung at a force so strong that he was flung off he turne dhis head and in front of it was a wall "oh shit" he said smashing into the wall which broke, he fell into the room and slid across the polished floor banging his head against the opposite wall he opened his eyes everything was so blurry all he could see the outline of a woman, he couldn't see her properlly his sight was so blurred he tried to stand up but fell to the ground again unconscious.

 

[Steva1091]

(i will be the evil person but if more Friendly characters are needed then i can be one of them so are we just waiting for some people to post or just a girl for the woman in that room.)

 

[jackajacka]

so is there anybody who would like to join...

 

[Natasha_bernier]

OOC:

>so is there anybody who would like to join...

Oooh, I do, I do! *bouncy*


Character name: Tala
Age: 18
Current residence: Hidden cavern inside Mount Aladara, Realm of Veroc
Family: No known blood-relatives; Tala was raised by a powerful sorcerer named Stryfe, who she calls Father.
Weapons: Tala carries no actual weapons. She uses Mix, a form of magic closest to what we would consider Alchemy or chemistry.

Status: Virgin, or so everybody thinks
Clothes: Tala wears a reddish leather top with one strap over her left shoulder, knee-length long loose boots, and a wide belt she sometimes wears as she would a pouch where she stores her ingredients.

Hair color: reddish blonde
Eye color: brownish hue
Build: slender

Bio:
Little is known about Tala's true origins. From a very young age, she was entrusted to the sorcerer Stryfe who raised her as he would his own daughter.

Tala was far from being Stryfe's star pupil, however. Her lack of focus and dedication never got her past the stage of hand-wizardry; her true talent resided in the little-known art of chemistry, or 'Mixing' as it is known in the Realm of Veroc.

Stryfe, as it turns out, was a very loving and protective father-figure to Tala. He did, however, deny her the chance to coexist with the 'common folk' as he calls them, despite Tala's repeated protests. A powerful spell keeps the young woman prisoner inside... until now.

===
IC
Setting: outer wall of Mount Aladara
===

There she was, glaring outside through the protective field, like she did most nights, staring at the verdant splendor that covered the land. Tala remembered the first time her father had brought her here. She had been just a small child, eleven or twelve maybe. Stryfe had brought her to the shimmering forcefield to teach her about the outside world. His intention had been to instill a healthy fear of outsiders, to make her understand why he had chosen to remain hidden inside Mount Aladara, far from the madness of man.

That day, she had felt the breeze carress her cheek for the first time, she had seen the rain envelop the land in its caring blanket, and she had fallen in love. Every night she came here, dreaming...

Only, this was not just another night; tonight, on the anniversary of her 18th birthday, was the night she would escape her golden cage. When the sun would rise above the mountain in the morning, she would be free.

Taking in a deep breathe, she summoned the strength and courage to go through with her plan. She put down the two golden containers she carried on the floor delicately, careful as to not spill any on the ground. Then, taking one last look in the tunnel's direction, she whispered four words, shedding a tear, and proceeded to disrobe.

The midnight air was cold; Tala found her body quivering at the breeze's embrace. She was not used to drafts; the magic that kept her father's world contained within these walls also seemed to gradually eliminate any sign of the outside world, even the wind. Tala was not used to wearing the purple robe she had dotted for the occasion either, but it had been necessary to leave her clothes aside for the occasion.

After a moment, she put down the robe, now standing completely nude, and bent down to pick up the two precious containers. She felt her nipples rock hard, almost hurting, and brought her arm up to warm her chest as soon as she had the two recipients.

Then, in one expert motion, she straightened her arms outward, exposing her nubile figure, stretching out her perky breasts, brought them back in front of her chest and threw the dust contained into the air, all-but-yelling a single word: "Mix!".

It only took a second for the now-glowing dust to obey the fragile laws of gravity and fall back upon their mistress, enveloping her naked figure in a bluish hue.

Tala knew she only had a moment before it was too late. She had only obtained enough of the two rare ingredients for the effect to last this short while. Heck, it had cost her every last gil she had to buy the small quantity from the last merchant courageous enough to trade with Stryfe.

In one short but decisive step, the young woman stepped through the once-impenetrable portal easily, like the breeze that had charmed her all those years ago. And just like that, she was free.

Tala half-expected her plan not to work. After all, her father, she had learned, was a wizard of great power, matched by only a few mortals. She was almost surprised when the palm of her feet set themselves on the cold, fertile soil.

Naked, trembling with fright, still stained by the blue dust she had used a few moments before, Tala smiled, a great beautiful smile. She had done it.

Hurriedly, she moved toward a specific quadrant of the forest, hoping that her first experience in the world of men would not be one of a dupe. After a few moments, she was relieved to find a black bag, and that it contained her usual clothes. The merchant had kept his word and hidden her stuff at the agreed-upon place. Of course, he had been, in her opinion, handsomely reqarded for the small favor. After all, fresh out of gil, what was a woman to do to obtain a favor...

Relieved by the familiar presence of her mixing belt (not to mention the rest of her clothes), Tala took one last look at Mount Aladara before starting on the path of what would be the greatest adventure of her life.


===
IC
Setting: somewhere in the depths of Mount Aladara
Time: At the beginning of this post
===

Sleeping was just one of those things that one tended to forego, after living as long as Stryfe had. It wasn't a conscious decision, it just became a natural reality. Of course, this meant that one such as He suddenly found themselves with a lot more time to fill in their day...

"There she izzz Massster." a slithering voice whispered, just barely audible.

The shrouded figure did not answer. His attention was focused solely on the pool of water which lay in front of the chair on which he sat. It was a very special kind of liquid, Ether. In the hands of an experienced wizard, it could show him anything his heart desired. If he was surprised by the appearance of his child, so oddly (in her case anyways) dressed, at this time of night, he gave no sign of it.

"I'm sorry Father." Tala's voice was heard, as clearly as if she had been standing right before them. When she took her robe off, the man delicately touched a single point in the pond before him, disrupting the image ever-so-slightly, so as to not see the details of Tala's nakedhood, a sign of respect for his daughter.

"Will you not stop her?" the serpentine voice asked again.

"No." a booming voice resounded. "It's time Tala finds her own destiny amongst men." the figure added, walking imperturbably toward his sanctum.

As Stryfe reached the entranceway to his chambers, he glanced one last time toward the Ether, just in time to see Tala smile. Suddenly, something happened that had not happened in a very, very long time. Something that history, had it any hold on this place, would deem truly unique and noteworthy. A single tear slid down the wizard Stryfe's cheek before he wiped it off. And then, he stepped forward into the darkness.


OOC:
I'm using Stryfe to give an omniscient POV description of what might be going on. He should be considered as a protected NPC.

 

[Natasha_bernier]

IC:

Just my luck, Tala thought as she rubbed her eyes with the back of her left hand. First day away from home and I have to encounter an Ochu!

"Eye drops!" the young woman yelled out, prying from the belt she wore on her womb a vial of clear dusty liquid. She threw it in the air, and just as it had flown a foot above her head, it exploded into a rain of crystal spray.

In a few seconds, her vision was back, although she almost wished it hadn't; about four feet from her stood a giant Ochu, sort of a cross between a squid and a bulbous flower. Its four long tentacles dangled in the air, spreading about a dozen kinds of deadly toxins in her direction. Its humongous mouth dangled with the speed of its deadly dance; its flabby texture reminiscent of dangling human skin.

Tala tried to hold her breathe in as best she could, but she knew she had to put an end to this fight in a hurry. She had plenty of supplies with her on her belt-pouch, but she had little doubt that the monster could last much longer than she could in a fight of infect-and-cure.

For the third time, the young girl secured her leather breast-plate. Last thing she needed was for her top to fall off, as unlikely as this was to happen in the middle of a fight. Her leather garment, the one she wore, was a gift from her father. It gave her a great advantage in battle since it protected her against both stoning/paralysis and death effects. Of course, the Ochu had at least a dozen other tricks up its sleeve... or its tentacles rather.

Expertly reaching into her sash, Tala smirked at the large beast and yelled with all the confidence of an apprentice mixer: "Dragon Scale!" She threw the white, shimmering item at the baloth, confident that she would be raking in the gils within a few seconds. Tala remembered once witnessing Stryfe slay a Bomb king with a single one of these items. Needless to say that the young fifteen year-old had been quite impressed by the display of prowess from her adoptive father that day, and that the Dragon Scale item held a special place in her heart.

Unfortunately, at the moment, it had had no negative effect on the Ochu; rather, it almost seemed as if it had rejuvenated the great beast!

Wide-eyed, Tala could only watch as the flabbing monster directed a concentrated attack of its most deadly poisons toward her...

 

[Natasha_bernier]

IC:

When Tala woke up, she was welcomed back to reality by a strange feeling of light-headedness... It saturated her whole body, keeping her from remembering how she had come to be in this damp, dark room. Slowly, she began to remember... remember running away from her home, wandering the forest, picking up new herbs and items, adding them to her own personal inventory, encountering the Ochu... The Ochu!

Tala sat up in one trait, her mind now as sharp as it had always been, a rush of survival-induced adrenaline clearing away the last remnants of the confusion effect imparted by the giant plant-monster. She was still alive, that much was she was grateful for. She was also buck-naked, she realized with much-less enthusiasm.

She felt her ass-cheeks going numb from sitting on the cold concrete flooring. Her muscles were tired, as if she had been engaged in some sort of intense physical struggle.

“Hello” she tried, for only response an echo of her own voice.

With some degree of effort, Tala rose up. Or rather, she tried. About halfway up, the strong grip of metal chains made itself known on both her wrists and her ankles, making a complete stance impossible.

“Shit!” she whispered in the dark, grimacing at her situation. She felt her heart racing beneath her breast. Whatever happened, it didn’t exactly appear to have been for the best...

After a few moments of struggling with the chains, she settled for crouching; at least, it would give her ass a chance to warm her ass up.

Despite the near-darkness of the room, she could clearly see the outlines of her own body. She didn’t appear to be hurt, except for a few bruises the Ocho inflicted on her before she had a chance to set up her defences. Her legs, however, appeared to be covered in a sticky, musky liquid. In fact, most of her body seemed to have been sprayed with the stuff, even her blonde hair.

With a single finger, she traced the outline of her waist, collecting some of the dried-off sticky liquid and brought it to her nostrils. It smelled heavily of sex, dried off semen mixed with the odour from her own juices. It had a pongee, salted scent. In the cold room, it had stuck to her without drying completely.

After her initial reaction of sheer terror, Tala calmed herself. Better raped than dead, she kept repeating in her head. She felt the pit of her stomach heavy, turning, unsettled. She felt like crying, but she was too afraid to do so.

“Boy you must be sore.” A voice said, amused.. Tala couldn’t tell the origin of the man’s voice. The echo in the room was strong, and it kept her from being able to get a fix on his location.

She was, she now realized. Very. Both down there and back there...

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a girl react this strongly to confusion from an Ochu.” The voice came on again, this time much closer. “You were insatiable.”

“You took advantage of me.” Tala said with courage in her voice, terrified but headstrong. “You raped me.”

“No, no, you got it all wrong.” He said mockingly. This time, the voice was so strong that she could feel the warmth of his breathe on her back. “I saved you from a gruesome death. Do you know what Ochus do with their victims, their female victims once they’re done infecting them?” the voice said in a manner which made Tala think it was a rhetorical question.

The young woman kept her eyes open, her ears ready. She knew the chain didn’t give her much leeway. Her reach was limited, but if the man was as close as she thought he was, then maybe she’d get her chance...

“Besides, you were very eager to please.” He laughed cruelly. “Confusion sure does a number on ya. You fucked me and half my troops before we even had a chance to take down the Ochu.”

Tala blushed and bit her lip, suddenly glad she was still in the dark. The more he said, the more she remembered about her nympho-performance. She had jumped those guys like they were chocolate cake...

It was so clear now; it was amazing how the Ochu's ailments worked. Only a moment ago, she didn't remember a thing. She didn't remember the craving, the pure lust that had crept up on her, only a few seconds after the Ochu had sprayed her with its vile confusion spell. She didn’t remember the six men, all-dressed in red jumpsuits that had attacked the Ochu from behind. And she certainly didn’t remember taking off her own leather armor and literally jumping on the closest guard with a need to fuck that amazed her even now.

Now, however, it had become painfully clear. She could still taste the tang of cum in her mouth, the thick, warm member of the faceless man she had set her sights on. She had gone through all six men, degrading herself in ways she had only heard of before this day. Anything to satiate the urge, her need for sex.

 

[Otra]

(I would like to play the "female of importance" if that hasn't already been taken. I wasn't quite sure, though, I didn't notice anyone taking the woman in the room.)

---

Name: Princess Xanthe
Age: 17
Status: Virgin
Weapons: A six foot ivory staff, about an inch and a half in diameter, carved with a litany of silver runes. The staff is more of a defense-type weapon. Has a vague knowledge of summoning but not enough to be too successful.
Appearance: Xanthe is petite, standing no taller than 5'2", with a lithe, delicate body. Her breasts, though small by most standards, are proportional to her body, perky, and round. Her waist is small and her hips flare out just enough to add a light swing to her stride. The roundness in her face is offset by a defined chin and high cheekbones, her nose is small and straight, and her lips are pouty and bow shaped. Her wide, almond shaped eyes are amber colored and framed by long, dark lashes. Xanthe's pale complexion is oft rewarded with a smattering of light freckles across the bridge of her nose and shoulders when she stays in the sun too long. Her white blonde hair is long, reaching the middle of her back, and set in loose spiral curls.
Clothing: A pale yellow dress that's held up by thin straps, dips low, and skims her curves. Over that is a thin white robe with elbow length sleeves that hits about mid-thigh. All she wears besides that is a pare of white slippers that tie around her ankles.

---

A pair of amber eyes peered out into the hall though a slightly cracked door. Sighing softly, Xanthe gripped her staff tightly and placed one foot onto the sleek marble tile. Just then a pair of guards started down towards her and she quickly retreated back into her room and shut the door. Bells were faintly ringing in the distance and she wondered how much longer she'd have to stay in her room.

Her father was getting remarried today and that brought upon a whole new set of problems for the young princess. Xanthe's soon-to-be stepmother was a petty, spitefull woman who wanted her 'precious stepdaughter' out of the picture, and the royal city, as soon as possible. Which was probably why the blonde hadn't been invited to the wedding and, instead, had been gently 'asked' by her father to stay in her room until after the honeymoon.

Sinking onto the floor and tangling her fingers through her hair, Xanthe began humming under her breath. There really wasn't much she hadn't already done. She's practiced with her staff, read all the books that made up her small library, and had curled her hair. A sharp noise grabbed her attention and she rose just in time to witness a young man crashing threw her bathroom wall and sliding to a stop against the opposite wall.

It only took a few moments of careful examination of the prone form for the young princess to decide what to do. Placing a pillow under his head, she brought out a basin of water and placed a soft, damp cloth on his forehead. Hugging her legs to her chest, she rested her chin on her knees and peered over at the strange young man.

"Well, I'm surprised you didn't draw more attention. They must not care what I do as long as I stay in my room. Wonder how long it will take you to wake up? And I do hope you weren't trying to steal anything, I might have to hit you."

 

[jackajacka]

(hello)

He opened his eyes feeling the water drip down is face, he saw the woman kneeling beside him, he turned to her and said
"Urh hello.... sorry about the wall",
he looked into her eyes he had seen her somewhere before and then it came to him
"wait a minute your...princess...Xanthe aren't you well maybe you can help me i need to find a airship its called the "batheirs"
he jumped up and tried to walk but stumbled still stunned from his fall and crash threw the wall and surprised at how beautiful the princess was he had only ever seen her when it was the kings speechs and he had been too far away to get a close look.

 

[Otra]

"Oh, well, it's only a slight bother...the wall, anyway. I never quite liked it. Perhaps they put a glass window in when they repair it."

Xanthe continued to sit beside the young blonde as he woke, her cat-like eyes focused hard and unwavering. Although he looked strong enough to inflict damage if he so cared, she wasn't in the least bit frightened. There were plenty of guards down the hall and her staff was within fingertip reach. Besides, she decided, he seemed polite enough.

"While I am indeed Princess Xanthe, I don't have the foggiest clue about the airship Batheirs. However, there are plenty of airships in my father's hanger and, if you would be kind enough to introduce yourself, I'd be glad to show them to you."

The petite young woman scrambled up when her stranger did, struggling to catch him as he stumbled. Though unaccustomed to his weight, she still managed to through his arm around her shoulders and prop him up to be half standing. Throwing a half worried, half annoyed look in his direction, Xanthe's mouth quirked into a half smile as she shook her head.

"It's quite the miracle you didn't break something, so, I'd suggest slowing down. Now, how about an introduction and then we can see about sneaking out of here. I'm supposed to be staying hidden, so, I'm looking forward to a little adventure."

 

[Amexer]

Shaodun

(il be the evil person if that ok)

Name: Shaodun
Age: 24
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Blue

IC:

Shaodun's Airship dripped down threw the clouds the city soon came into view, Versa one of the most respected empires in the world and it would quake under his feet, the airship swerved itself around flying threw the gates of the city, he pulled the airship into the hanger of the castle and headed for the door, he was stopped by what seemed to be a guard who was drunk before the guard could speak he was dead, Shaodum stepped over the dead corpse and headed for the main hall where the wedding was being held,

The two giant doors of the main hall were locked but there were stairs running up and around he walked up them and was soon above the main hall looking down upon the ceremony, he waited until the crossing of the rings was made and then jumped up onto the metal bar of the railings and yelled

"Ah King Hagald it had been a long time i won't the details bore you but we have met before and i warn you now if your guards take another step up those stairs then the people in this city will die including you and your precious daughter but i will make a deal i will spare the life of yourself and your new queen and of every other person in this city if you give me your daughter my only oblogation is.... she must make the choice" he stood there and smirked waiting for the kings decision.

 

[jackajacka]

(I am fine with Amexers post if anyone else is't please just tell me and we can sort something out...)

IC:

"It's quite the miracle you didn't break something, so, I'd suggest slowing down. Now, how about an introduction and then we can see about sneaking out of here. I'm supposed to be staying hidden, so, I'm looking forward to a little adventure."

"Oh me my name is Valian, i doubt you would want to know what i do" he managed to fully stand up then he turned back to her "Why do you want to sneak out of here" he lifted his hand up and poking three fingers out and said

"a your a princess...you have everything" he put one finger down
"b Its Dangerous" he put another finger down"
"c well i can't think of anything for c but still its dangerous i could get put in prison just fr talking to you let alone putting you in a dangerous position...wait a second, why are you up here the aren't you supposed to be at the wedding its a big event wouldn't your fathr want you there"

He smiled then said "As seeing as i am proberlly gonna die anyway i would just like to say you are one fine Princess"

 

[Otra]

Xanthe giggled and shook her head, slipping out and under from Valian as he managed to stand up. Motioning for him to follow, she grabbed her staff and stepped into the hallway. With no sign of guards, she turned to the blonde stranger and playfully held up three fingers.

"A, I'm a princess whose father is getting remarried. My stepmother is a horrid bitch and I'm probably about to be shipped off to the desert or something. B, I could care less about danger. I'm no wilting flower. C, you're not going to go to prison if we're not caught."

At the mention of the second thing, she sighed loudly and continued walking, careful not to be seen. It was rather odd, not seeing anyone in the halls. They'd had specific instructions to keep watch on her. Walking backwards and bracing herself with her staff, Xanthe looked Valian square in the eye and shrugged.

"Like I said, my stepmother doesn't like me. I'm prettier than she is, smarter, and, if they don't have any children...all of this goes to me. She wants a baby as soon as possible so that she can have all of this. Dad isn't very smart...but, most people know this."

Reaching what looked like a dead end, she placed her hands on a square piece of metal and watched as an outline of a doorway lit up. Stepping back as it opened, she motioned Valian towards the platform.

"That will take us down and out of harm's way. No one should be down there. Oh, and thank you...you're not too bad to look at if we're going to stick to this subject."

 

[Tameran]

<NRPG>

So I guess we can choose where we want to start at, and then we'll meet up somewhere along the way? Cool, I'm in for that.

I hope there was nothing already planned, 'cause I'm jumping in head first

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Name: Karhen
Gender: Male

Hair Color: Blue, long
Eye Color: Blue
Build: Slender but muscular

Weapon: Longsword (hey, it's FF, gotta have one of those friggin longswords )

Clothes: Karhen wears a greyish jumpsuit, covered by a dark vest/pants, bordered in gold-colored edges. The jumpsuit covers most of his body, from his neck to his feet, save for his rights hand which is exposed. Although this suit provides great protection, it also gets very hot in the daytime. He carries his sword in a holster on his back.

Origins: Little is known about Karhen's past, save that he is looking for his sister. He often takes on mercenary jobs around the parts, but seems unusually picky as to which ones he takes on.


<RPG>

The woods were quiet tonight. It was a good night to proceed with the plan.

Karhen breathed in slowly through the nose, taking in the fresh air of the woods. Opening his eyes, he steadied his nervous heartbeat and started running, letting his instincts guide him. He wasn’t far from the city, he knew it.

Karhen didn’t like Versa very much. Too many people, too many noises and buildings. Of course, that was to be expected of a capital of this size... He preferred the forest; it reached to all corners of Veroc and back again, and in all the years he had traveled its immenseness, he had learned to identify and fight most fiends that could surprise him in the woods.

But a few days ago, he had heard a rumor. Word was that many Ochu carcasses had been found in the vicinity of the suburbs of Versa. That was their calling-card. The Cravens had set-up shop near here, he was certain of it.

Sprinting through the foliage, he ignored the cry of the Adamantoise trying to catch up with him. ‘Sorry buddy’ Karhen whispered, ‘...another night maybe...’

It took about forty minutes for the athletic man to make his way to his destination. The night was still dark; barely any of the moon’s pale light shone through the cloudy sky.

“Did you hear something” a faceless lacky’s voice sounded in the dark.

Karhen’s heart sank for a moment. He had been careless, someone had heard him coming. He held his breathe, waiting for a sign of movement, slowly reaching for his sword on his back.

“You’re crazy, it’s probably just another Chocobo. You gotta start being more relaxed, man.” A second lacky’s voice was heard. “Nobody knows we’re out here. Even the king has no idea Riddich is in town.”

Riddich... Karhen’s eyes widened, his teeth screeched in anger. He was here! That meant there was a good chance she could be too!

Steadily, he got up and approached the voices in the darkness.

“Are you sure, I could have sworn I heard foo...”

A swishing sound was heard, and then nothing.

“Steve, are you ok?” the second lacky said, his voice sounding more worried this time.

“No, he’s not.” Karhen said before stepping into the light. Before the guard could arm his weapon, Karhen swung his mighty sword with the ease only years of practice could have conferred him, and then there was no more noise. Calm, he stepped over the body and into the manor.

It was a large house, many rooms, elegantly decorated. In fact, it looked like a lot of the other placed he had been to throughout the years. Red, velvety drapes covered the walls, expensive-looking furniture throughout. From the ground-floor, it looked like any other bordello in town. But he knew... There was an underground chamber. There was always an underground chamber. That’s where he kept them. That’s where he did... things to them...

Finding the passage was relatively easy. The stereotypical switch-behind-the-clock was a favourite of Riddich, as Karhen had learned throughout the years. Of course, disposing of the guards was also quite inconvenient, but he had gotten a knack for it. Riddich was known for many things; he could make any wealthy man’s wish come through. Providing submissive women, dominatrixes, impossibly big-breasted women, making one’s wife into a complete uninhibited slut... One thing he was not known for, however, was his security forces...

Holding his breathe, steadying his pace, Karhen opened the trap door and jumped through.

“Riddich!” he yelled at no one in particular as soon as he engaged the flight of stairs...

 

[Natasha_bernier]

OOC:

Woohoo, a playmate. Thanks Tameran! *kissies*


IC:

“Don’t feel too bad, my dear.” the man’s voice said again, in the darkness. “After all, you’re far from being the first one.”

There was a flickering sound, and then the room burst out with lights. Tala had to cover her eyes from the intense neon lights.

“You see, Tala...” the man started “...this is what I do. I provide a service in exchange for... favors.” he stated from a few feet away.

Tala peaked through her fingers, letting her eyes get used to the light again. She could barely make out the outlines of the man speaking to her. He seemed to be wearing a red suit. He was probably one of the men who had saved her from the ochu...

“Of course, the escort business is not what it used to be. Women have been empowered. They don’t want to be playthings anymore.” He said, walking slowly around the room. “Men however...” he laughed. “Men are the same disgusting pig we’ve always been. We want sex, down and dirty. No foreplay, no pesky attachments. Just raw sex.”

Tala could now make out shapes around the room. She no longer needed to shield her eyes with her hands, but her vision was still a bit blurry.

“Scratch that.” the man took it back. “Men *have* changed. They’re no longer content in one-night stands, bordellos, prostitutes... They want more. They want women like you.”

Tala hesitated before replying. She didn’t want to be dragged into this conversation, yet she didn’t feel like doing a repeat of what she had done in the past few days... Probably, the best way to do that was to keep him talking. “Like me?” she asked, feigning interest.

“Sluts.” He said with absolutely no timidity. “Cock-hungry sluts who will do anything to have their pussies pounded with a jackhammer all-day long. Women with breasts the size of blitzballs, on their knees, with a cock in their throats.”

He was obviously getting turned on by his own speech. Tala was red with rage, but decided she stood a better chance of getting him to come closer if she kept her mouth shut. She was still crouching on the floor, but was ready to jump at a moment’s notice.

He moved closer, smug in his confidence. Tala’s vision was fully back now, and she could see the perverted smile on his lips. “So that’s why I’m here, and you’re in chains on the floor. That’s why Riddich is the most-known name in the streets, and the biggest bordello-runner Veroc has ever known!”

He was close enough now. Tala could smell his bad breathe on her cheek, so she sprung up, bringing both her hands up in a tight grip and... she stopped. Actually, ‘froze’ would be a better word. Her hands were still clenched in a ball, her legs were crossed in a very uncomfortable position, and she was still holding her breathe. But she was frozen.

The last thing she had heard was a word, whispered from his lips. Her mind was such a haze that she couldn’t remember what it was, but she could still hear his voice, and see his arrogant smile now.

“You see my dear Tala, all I have to say is a single word, and you’re putty in my hands. Actually, as soon as I’m done with this...” he pointed to a table with some strange substances scattered over it “...I won’t even have to say a single word.” He brought his cold fingers up to her right breast and stroked it gently before planting a long, drawn out kiss on her lips. “I like my women docile and stacked. And dumb as a pole” he said finally before turning toward the table. “Just thought you should know what to look forward to.” he whispered with buoyancy.

Tala was totally powerless. As much as she willed it, her muscles refused to obey her. She was beginning to panic; her heart was racing, and she could feel her tongue seizing up.

Then, as if on cue, a loud noise crashed in the middle of the room, and she heard a voice she had never heard before.


OOC:

<tags Tameran> You’re it!

 

[Tameran]

<NRPG>

You’re welcome Natasha. Who can resist a bound maiden in distress

This follows-up where my previous post left off.


<RPG>

“Riddich!” the word echoed in the basement space, making Karhen’s throaty voice more booming that it was in reality. Grabbing the stair’s railing, he pressed his weight onward, sliding all the way down.

As soon as he landed on the basement cement floor, his flank was met with a blow of devastating force, sending him tumbling onto a nearby table. The weight of his body crushed the wooden table, but as soon as he touched the floor he tumbled on his left and rolled to his stomach. With as much strength as he could muster, he pushed himself back up and reached for his sword.

As soon as he did, he had to block a second blow from the man dressed in red satin. He was wielding a weapon Karhen had never seen before, sort of a cross between a staff, a club and a sharp-edged mace. The sharp end of the weapon was now aiming at his right rib, only a few inches away. One false move and it was over, all of this for nothing. He could feel his arm cramping under the stress of the struggle. His sides hurt from the sheer shock of the first blow. Yet, he was standing right there, only a few feet away, sporting a smug grin on his face. Inviting him, daring him.

With an Herculean effort, the blue-haired warrior pushed his longsword upward, unbalancing the man he knew was Riddich. Riddich fell back, tripping on a piece of table on the floor. Before he fell, he brought his hand up to his side and whispered: “Fire!”.

Karhen’s eyes widened and he lunged backwards, barely ducking the fireball that had sprung from his adversary’s hand. It narrowly missed the side of his head, scorching a few hairs as it passed by.

The crimson fireball, suddenly without a target, splashed on a bookcase full of chemicals, splashing its fiery fingers across the room. Karhen, having had the wind knocked out of him, crawled to his sword, preparing for what he assumed would be a final attack. Turning, all he saw was smoke and flames, and the sound of a man climbing the stairs of the manor above him. “Coward!” he mumbled under his breathe as he dragged himself along the wall, very intent on finishing this battle, injured or not.

As he engaged the stairs however, a faint noise caught his attention: “Help!” he heard from behind him. Straining his neck, he could just make out the faint form of a woman, lying on the floor at the other end of the room. He looked up, in time to see the shadow of Riddich go through the door and swore at his own conscience for forcing him to do the right thing...

Leaning his weight on his sword, he made his way to the back of the room; everything was already aflame. Whatever chemicals Riddich was using in his inhumane experiment also seemed quite explosive, as the fire had already covered most of the floor. The mansion was going to collapse he knew, and so he scooped up the naked woman, still wishing he hadn’t heard her whimpering.

“So close” he whispered as he dragged both their hides outside of the mansion and onto the closest hill. He set the unconscious blonde girl down on the grass and looked around. There was nothing, nothing that could point to Riddich’s trail.

The burning mansion roared in the night, covering all the noise in the forest. Karhen sighed and let his chin fall down. “I’m sorry” he whispered to noone in the dark.

 

[Natasha_bernier]

When Tala woke up, it was morning. Even before she opened her eyes, she could feel the pleasant sensation of the sun on her cheeks and her belly. Turning over, she realized that she was lying on the grass, a far call from her bed and blanket.

She pushed herself up and stretched noisily. For a brief moment, she didn't remember how she had gotten here or why. Then, in a flash, it all came back to her: her escape, the ochu, her... less-than-ladylike behaviour. The first surprise of the day (for there would be more as it went on), was that she was fully-clothed. Well, her underwear were on backwards, but aside from that she was fully clothed.

Her pouch was also at her sides, although it had somewhat decreased in items, probably because of the fire. 'The fire!' she remembered. 'How did I get out of there alive?'

She remembered being knocked off her feet, then smelling some smoke and having difficulty breathing, but then nothing. Next thing she remembered was waking up just now...

"Oh, you're awake." a man's voice said from behind.

As it was, it was a naked man's voice. Moreso, a drenched naked man's voice. Tala's stared for a few seconds, her gaze working its way up to his face. 'Not bad' she thought to herself, feeling her face flush as she realized she had been staring.

"I'm Karhen." he said simply, walking past her, oblivious to her demeanor.

The blue-haired man had obviously been swimming; the multiple water beads covering and dripping from his muscular chest testified to that. Tala felt a strong urge building inside her, crushing her usual shy nature. It felt as if every fibre of her being were pushing her to walk closer to the naked man, to feel his firm chest with her palms, smell his wet hair, taste his sweet tongue in her mouth... She felt a chill go down her spine as she thought of it, and could feel the corners of her lips form into a timid smile.

"Are you okay? You were really out of it last night." Karhen said, grabbing hold of his body suit from a tree's branch, a few short feet away from Tala.

Tala snapped out from her reveries. "Why, what did I do?!" she asked in a panic. The strong tug at her groin from staring at Karhen was definitely not a natural reaction for her. Sure, she was a woman, and therefor not immune to the charm of men, but this sudden bout of outward sexual awareness was definitely not natural. It had to have been caused by that man, Riddich she remembered Karhen had called him.

"Don't worry." Karhen reassured her. "We didn't..." he trailed off. "Not for your lack of trying though." he added, half-jokingly.

She blushed and started to mumble. "I... I think that man did... I mean I don't..." Despite her obvious embarassment, Tala's inner voice deeply craved the touch of the blue-haired warrior, now only dressed from the waist-down. It was as if a second Tala existed inside her, craving the warmth of the stranger, wanting to set her primal instincts free. "There was this ochu... And then..."

"Riddich trades in fetishes." Karhen interrupted the young woman. "You're fortunate I was around, or else you'd probably be some rich Versa-residents' sex-kitten by now.

At the words sex-kitten, Tala felt two distinct reactions. First, there was one she considered her own reaction, one of utter disgust at sexually-serving a stranger, probably old and fat, in ways she had never even thought of. And then, there was a second, more pleasant and subserviant instinct, almost primal in nature. For a glimpse of a second, she imagined herself locked in some nameless man's embrace, feeling totally happy while sucking on the shadow-man's hard cock, screaming in extasy as he stuffed her from every hole. She gasped out loud as she forcedly pushed the thought out of her mind.

Karhen looked in her direction, brow raised. "Anyways... you need to get to a sorcerer, or some kind of priest as soon as you can. They should be able to reverse the effects of Riddich's doings." Karhen said, sheeting his sword on his back and turning to walk away. "With some luck..." he added before walking off.

"You mean you're leaving me alone out here?" Tala asked, torn between the pain caused by the man's sudden disinterest in her, and the fact that the nice blue-haired hunk didn't want to play with her. Closing her eyes for a moment, she forced the second array of thoughts out of her head and jogged after Karhen, well on his way.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Karhen moaned, annoyed. "As long as you're around men, you won't be able to think clearly. Get to a priest, preferably a gay priest, right away!"

For a fraction of a second, Tala considered turning back and going home. If there was one man in the realm of Veroc who could help her go back to her normal self, it would be her father. But that would be forfeiting; she'd never be allowed to leave the ground of Mount Aladara again. And you'll never get a chance to feel Karhen's cock inside your tight twat, the second voice inside her head whispered to her hear, making her knees weak.

"But... won't there by any priests where you're going?" Tala asked, still a bit confused by the new set of thoughts popping inside her own head. She knew she sounded like a lost and lonely preppy child, but she couldn't help but feel she would be safer in Karhen's company... although she wasn't sure if it was common sense speaking, or her newfound need for the opposite sex's attention.

Karhen stopped in his tracks for a second. "I don't know. I'm going after Riddich." he said simply before starting off again.

"Even better!" Tala said, still joging at his side. "I owe him a good beating." she said, trying to sound tough. And of course, the afterthought in the back of her head: Riddich likes me. He'll want to fuck me!

 

[Tameran]

The western Versa woods were renowned for their high-level creeps and high-probability encounter rates. Still, if Karhen was right, passing through those woods would shave about two days off their journey. It was, in his opinion, the best way to catch up with the man he was hunting, Riddich. Carefully avoiding stepping on twigs and averting lit areas, they progressed silently through the woods. Most of the beasts would attack in the direction of any noise they heard, so silence was the key.

"Can I ask you a question?" the young blonde girl asked with her high-pitched voice, almost giving Karhen a heart-attack.

Turning around rapidly, he gave her an icy stare and brought his finger to his lips. Tala stared at him, confused, and continued on: "Not to be rude or anything, but what's with the name? Isn't 'Karen' a girl's name??" The young blonde had been cleaning a fruit that looked like an apple, and was just now taking her first noisy bite into the fruit.

"First of all, it's Karhen, with an "h", not 'Karen'. Second, could you please be quiet!! You're going to attract some creeps our way!"

Tala didn't seem to be paying much attention to the blue-haired man. Rather, she was staring up, right above his head with an expression that could only be described as boredom. "Like him?"

Karhen turned around slowly, just as the large shadow of a Grendel floated above him. The huge lezard-like creature roared its dicontent; its breathe smelled of dead fish.

"See? What did I tell you?!" Karhen grumbled as he jumped aside, just in time to avoid the grendal's razorsharp teeth. "Women..." he complained, unsheathing his silver sword.

 

[Natasha_bernier]

"How was I supposed to know grendels get envigorated by fire?!" Tala complained, running a few meters behind a very angry Karhen.

He looked back, annoyed. It seemed as though he was going to say something for a second, but held it in and resumed to walk ahead, waving his hand in her direction in a gesture of desperation. Karhen's left arm seemed hurt, and the top of his protective suit had been cut, probably by their most recent battle with the grendel.

He continued to ignore Tala for a while before stopping suddenly by a large black rock. "We might as well head for the city." he said at last as Tala closed the gap between them. "It's going to be night soon. Not to mention I got to get this repaired..." he pointed to his armor, trailing off.

"What?!" the blonde giggled, trying to downplay her amused air.


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Western Versa Inn
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"190 gils!" Karhen repeated for the fourth time, outraged by the repair-price of his armor. He had been pacing, bare-torso, around the small one-bedroom enclosement for the past ten minutes. Tala, meanwhile, had brought up a bucket of warm water and was cleaning the muck off her face.

"I told you I could have charmed it out of the weaponsmith." Tala smirked, half-kidding. "For a blowjob, he would even have given me that pretty jewel-topped staff." Even the dirty, burnt-skin weapons' master had seemed like a stud in her new mind's eye. As much as she tried to resist, there was very little the young woman could do to control her own raging libido. The most she could do, for now, was keep herself in check, except for those occasional slipups...

Karhen paid no attention to his new partymember. Come morning, he'd get rid of her anyways... He planned to wake up just before dawn and skip town without her annoying self to get him into trouble.

"I heard there was some commotion today at the palace. Some guy barging in to the palace." Tala said finally, changing the subject. She had heard a drunken customer downstairs tell the tale between two sips of his beverage. He *had* seemed shooked up...

"Well isn't that something..." Karhen said nonchalently, reaching with his left arm for the attach-band on his back.

"Err, what do you think you're doing?" Tala asked, her eyes glued to the blue-haired man's growing nakedness.

"Getting undressed to go to bed." he answered the obvious, taking off his trousers, no timidity whatsoever apparent in his actions.

"But... there's only one bed." she continued, her gaze fixed on his ass cheeks, as if trying to make her bunkmate join her logic of thought.

"My gils, my room." Karhen said, turning around, then jumping under the blankets.

Tala smirked loudly, insulted. She picked up her pouch and exited the small room, slamming the door behind her. That last effort to appear independant had drained Tala's energies much more than she was letting on. She could literally feel the moistness between her legs, and the ever-growing ache that dominated her crotch. Go back in, beg for his cock. Rub your twat against his leg if you have to, you know you want to, you know you need to. her traitor mind was telling her.

Yet, her pig-headedness managed to drag the rest of her horny self in what seemed like the inn's supplies room, where she could be alone at last. Tala moaned as she brough her hand between her legs. Even through her leather armor, she felt her hand's warmth and eagerness. Almost ripping off her undergarments, she could feel the wetness between her legs drip down her thigh. She spread her legs and squatted, bringing a single finger up her skirt. She gasped as she began rocking first one, then two and three fingers in and out of herself, feeling her heartbeat fasten, bringing herself closer and closer...

She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, letting the pleasure wash over her. She was so horny, so wet, so sensible, much moreso than she had ever been in her life. And yet, as close as she came to relieving herself, it was denied to her. Everytime she came close to breaking past the point of stimulation and into the pure bliss of an orgasm, some part of her forced her to pull back.

Finally, after thirty minutes, exhausted and trembling, Tala retracted her drenched hand from her center and fell alseep, unsatisfied, drenched in her own juices.