This time, it was one of the gruffs who answered her, rather than one of the scouts. The goat mans voice was a deep, quiet rumble, not unlike stone grinding against stone, as he explained; "They are of the sidhe. Nature bows to their as a matter of course, and though our foes cannot be so controlled, the earth and all that grows upon it answers to them. Even the living body can be restored by their power. Or augmented. Other magics, those that cause destruction, do not come so easily to them perhaps, but they can manage minor feats of them if the situation calls for it." After he'd finished, the satyr scout who had brought them the report on the women answered Tamontens other question; "Their minds are whole. It takes more to break the spirit of a being such as us than it would for a mortal, and it seems like they are waiting for something. They do not swell with the plants spawn as yet, but neither are they being raped, only held. I could not guess as to what purpose they are being put to. If they could be rescued, I believe that they would be able to aid us."
Tamonten breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm relieved to hear that," she spoke softly, a momentary lapse in willpower. "We go to save them immediately then." The possessed girl had all but thought out her course of action already. Tamonten addressed the scouts who had fallen in directly first. "The satyrs are to fall in closer to our formation. You two will need to lead us to the captive women in the way that leaves us the least risk of running afoul of anything else in the forest." The swordswoman addressed all of the fey present next, "I will be the first in. I'll charge the feral stalkers and make a target of myself. When I have their focus you will follow me in and fall upon the distracted creatures, gruffs. If the opportunity presents itself then the satyrs will attempt to free Jasmine's kin. Do not free the corrupted woman unless the vines seem poised to harm her or move to plant their seed in her. If not then strike the feral stalkers when possible." Tamonten was confident that the fey would understand her orders so she didn't bother to ask if they were clear on the plan. "Inform the center and flanks, we move as soon as possible."
Tactics
Satyrs on the flank fall in to about 25 feet away from the fighters, the scout party falls in to about 50 feet ahead of the fighters.
They will move towards the captive women in the manner that offers the least chance of running afoul of the shorn weeds or anything not yet found that might attempt to attack them.
Once there, the satyrs are to try to take any positions that they might feel would offer them an opportunity for sneak attacks. The gruffs are to form up with Tamonten in a position as close to the feral stalkers as possible. If they're found then Tamonten will charge as described in the below spoiler.
For Convenience
Should nothing happen in between that requires another decision and should five or more of the feral stalkers be visible... then Tamonten will give the satyrs five minutes to get into position and then charge at the plants. She will attempt to position herself in a place to hit as many enemies as possible and will use Supreme Might (20 from hit to damage) and Whirlwind (-10 hit and damage AoE attack).
Stats for this would be:
68-20-10=38 to hit.
43-10+20=2d12+53 slashing damage.
Gruffs are to charge in after her whirlwind of death is over. Satyrs are to come in last and try to save the three fey women if possible, attack targets of opportunity if not.
Attack: All 4 hit.
Damage: Not even gonna roll for it. Your damage bonus by itself kills them XP
Perception: Satyrs win. You make a good distraction.
Attack: All 5 automatic hits.
Damage: 5 + 5 + 6 + 14 = 30 * 2 = 60 damage.
Attack: All Gruffs hit.
Damage: 4 + 4 + 3 + 16 - 4 = 23 damage. On three different feral stalkers.
Attack: Hit.
Damage: 4 + 3 + 10 - 12 = 6 damage on three different gruffs.
Attack: Hit.
Tamonten has been grappled.
The fey nodded all, and they went underway without another word, once the last scout had been informed. With the tighter formation, Tamonten thought that she could catch flits of movement among the trees, the satyrs dancing among the natural environment with unnatural grace and ease.
After about two minutes of quiet, tense hiking, the nerves before a battle apparently present among the fey as much as mortals, the part demon swordswoman spotted shapes up ahead, shapes that didn't look like trees. Eventually, the scene came fully into view, and she and her group of warriors crouched well outside of the clearing, waiting for the others to get into position. There were about ten of the feral plant creatures, a few more than expected, their bodies roughly shaped like an adult mountain lions, though with their strange green flesh they looked almost completely alien. Tentacles waved around them, and the creatures seemed to pace, or lie down much like the cats they resembled. Four women, one of whom was hanging limply, were in the grasp of a series of vines that wriggled and twisted softly. None of them were being raped, at least, and the three who were still attentive were probably the fey they had come to rescue.
The minutes passed in tense silence, save for the shuffling of the monsters they had come to wipe out in the forest ahead, and an occasional groan from the captive who was unconscious. Eventually, however, Tamonten felt that enough time had passed, and nodded to the gruffs around her, before she rose. She drew her blade as she charged, and immediately became the center of attention as all ten of the plant creatures suddenly focused on her, rising as one to defend themselves. She stopped in as large a group as she dared, and spun, holding her sword in only one hand but putting all of the momentum that she could behind it. She cut through the four that she hit as though she were threshing wheat, just before chaos erupted all around her.
The three fey women were suddenly cut free, surprise evident on their faces as satyrs appeared near each. The vines had been shredded completely by their blades, and were thrashing wildly, but each was in too many pieces, all of which were too short to be any further threat. Two of the feral stalkers meta similar end at fey hands even as the gruffs all charged in, their blades held high and at the ready, before they plunged through the feral stalkers thick, fibrous flesh. Some of those they struck had gashes in them so deep that they would surely have gone through bone and organs in any normal living them, but that didn't seem to stop the plant creatures from clawing at those they had struck. The gruffs, thick of hide and wearing thicker armor, were not seemingly very impressed by the counter attacks of those they had struck. All in all, things were proceeding nicely. In only the first few moments of battle, nine of their fourteen enemies had fallen, and three more had been wounded, while her group had received only minor injuries in return. The unconscious human was still held by the vines, which didn't seem to be doing anything other than holding her and waving about.
Unfortunately, fortune took a slight turn for the worse, as Tamonten was suddenly barreled over completely by one of the monstrous creatures. The thing landed on top of her, its open, toothy maw hissing as flecks of green goo splattered onto her face, and she felt fibrous tentacles wrapping around her arms and legs already. A few more moments, and she would be bound up completely.
Merely a day before Tamonten might have panicked at her situation. Trapped underneath a plant creature that she had been informed not more than a few hours ago had every intention of planting it's seed in her. Tentacles attempting to restrain her movement. The swordswoman had no time to be restrained on that day, that day she had a duty that she would not discharge.
It felt as though she had entered a martial trance. The pale girl's first move was to grab at the tentacles that even then were snaking their way around her arms and wrists. The thick tendrils in hand, the former farm girl yanked with all her might as though she were pulling a weed, attempting to tear the things from the creature's body. Next, her hands pushed forward, grabbing firmly onto the plant beast and attempting to lift it up. Struggling, Tamonten used every last ounce of her available strength to try to bring herself up to her feet while keeping the plant grappled in her own hands. If she found success, she would toss it away as though it were some unruly pub patron.
When she had found a way to gain some distance on the thing, the young warrior would collect her weapon. Raising her great sword high into the air, Tamonten would swing down with ruthless accuracy at the plant's middle, intent on cutting it in two. The rest would be up to the fey.
(Drats, I forgot sadist again. Also, I was a little afraid that I would overshoot their dodge with that Supreme Might + Whirlwind and miss all of them, leaving Tamonten the unfortunate (well, I suppose that depends on point of view) middle of a plant sandwich.)
First: Break the grapple (I could probably just use slay and skip breaking the grapple but it's cramping my style!)
If the grapple is successfully broken and nothing of any urgency happens before the next round then: Use Slay
68-30 = 38 to hit.
Instant kill. -10 armor and -10 dodge for the round.
Tamonten has (with Slay penalties): 56 Body, Ranger, 34 Dodge, 24 Speed, 28 Resistance, 0 Armor (2 DU Cloth), Sadist, and Masochist.
If she doesn't break the grapple then... try, try again and hope that the gruffs are on task. >.>
Grapple: Tamonten wins.
Tamonten is no longer grappled.
Attack: All Gruffs hit.
Damage: 3 + 4 + 3 + 16 - 4 = 22 damage. The three enemies are killed.
The last one that Tamonten just threw off is gang raped by satyrs. I'm pretty sure that I won't have to roll for five attacks.
Gain 4 experience.
The monster on top of Tamonten shrieked fiercely as she tore of some of the things tentacles, but it proved sufficient distraction for her to throw the cat-plant off of her. It tumbled away from her, but got back onto its feet before Tamonten could. Unfortunately, that didn't protect from the five satyrs that came in at it, swinging their blades and unleashing a torrent of green goo all over the forest floor. It flopped to the ground, covered in a dozen or more cuts. The last three who had been fighting the gruffs all fell under repeated stabs and slashes as well, and that left only the still immobile vines holding the human girl as the only foe left in the glade. It had all lasted only about ten or twelve seconds, the skirmish ending faster even than she'd anticipated. The fey all cut into the bodies of the plant creatures, eventually extracting a small crimson stone from each of them. One of the gruffs quickly exclaimed; "These are the corruption that such creatures bare within them collected into a crystallized form. Some mortals pay highly for such things, and so long as we have time, it seemed prudent to gather them in case you would want them."
(Gain 13x darkhearts.)
The three women all extricated themselves from the still twitching remains of the vines that had been holding them, and each of them quietly thanks Tamonten, before kissing her softly on the lips, which was mildly distracting given their state of total undress. One of them quickly asks; "What are you doing here, mortalkin?" After all is explained to them, the three women quickly agree to help, and explain that they had originally been a group of about seventeen, all women, but had been taken away one by one by the feral plant creatures. None had returned. The human girl, meanwhile, was still unconscious, but was beginning to stir. She had a dark violet hair that eventually tapered off to red around the tips, and what looked like fox ears, and a similar tail as well. Her eyes fluttered open, and she suddenly gazed around, confusion evident in her features. Her eyes settled on Tamonten, the most odd looking among the assembled group, and she said; "Errrr.... Hello? Uhhh.... Mind getting me out of these?"
Tamontens Escort Stats
Three fey sorceresses, all uninjured and at full energy.
Five satyrs, all uninjured.
Three gruffs, all lightly injured, having taken 6 damage each.
The situation had been explained to the fey women and they had joined the party. Tamonten contemplated inquiring aloud about the wisdom of selling crystallized corruption to her kin but decided against it. There might have been a use for the items beyond that, she figured. Instead, the possessed girl's focus went to the woman who was probably more her kin than anyone else she had dealt with, the fox girl. "I hope that I have that option," the swordswoman replied ominously. The pale girl turned to the fey sorceresses and asked, with perhaps less tact than she should have used, "Do you believe that she is corrupted beyond redemption?" Though Tamonten knew that such a fate might await her one day, she had no familiarity with the signs of a mutated being who was beyond redemption. So, the girl left that judgement to the kin of Jasmine who had been captive alongside the woman.
If the fey women answered that the fox girl wasn't beyond redemption, could not reach a consensus, or had no answer...
Tamonten gave a simple nod to the sorceresses. Taking her great sword in hand and aiming carefully, she swung, cutting the restraining tentacles away from the woman. "I am sorry for my rudeness, I wasn't expecting to find any who weren't beyond redemption." After tasking the satyrs to keep watch for any additional enemies while the fox girl was brought up to speed, the swordswoman went on to calmly explain their purpose, much as it had been explained to the fey women and as Jasmine had explained it to her. The pale girl would end by giving a simple set of options to the fox girl, "we can use every capable hand but I will not force you to aid us."
If the fey women all answered that the fox girl was beyond redemption...
Tamonten gave a sad nod to the sorceresses. The swordswoman picked up her greatsword and slashed the vines down, allowing the fox woman some freedom. Some freedom, at least, until Tamonten called an order to the gruffs. "Restrain her, bring her down to her knees." When the gruff's unfortunate task was accomplished, or if the fox girl tried to run, Tamonten would speak. "I am sorry that I wasn't here sooner. It seems that now I can only offer you a clean death." The swordswoman raised her great sword into the air. "May the gods show you mercy," was the last thing Tamonten said before she swung in a single swift motion, aiming to take the fox girl's head off no matter how poorly the woman chosen to accept her fate.
Note
For the purpose of any mechanical attacks that have to be made, whether they're against the fox girl or against the plant holding her, use Slay which would have a 38 to hit
The bound girls eyes widened at Tamontens words, and widened further after she'd turned to the fey women and delivered her question. Before any other response could be uttered, the girl sputtered; "Excuse me? I can hear you here! And... Um...." The fey women all turned to stare at her, and the fox-girl trailed off, quite obviously frightened. After a moment, one of them said; "Her mind is intact, and it appears that her mutations were gained before she joined us. I do not know if she will be of help, but she should be as safe to release as any mortal."
After she'd cut the tentacles away, the highly relieved fox girl stood on her own two feet, and faced Tamonten squarely. She was calm, and as uncomfortable as the situation might be, the possessed girl suddenly felt a flush of arousal. It wasn't overpowering as it might have been from a mental attack, but the nearer she got to the girl with red and purple hair, the more potent it became. She shrugged and said; "Hell, I've got nothing better to do. Going with you sounds like a better idea than wandering off on my own. Just... Please don't threaten to kill me again. My name is Kringlicsly, but my friends call me Krig. I know the fey don't usually have actual names, but I don't think that you're one of them. What's your name?"
"Then you know more of the fey than I do," the pale girl replied with rueful smile. In honesty, the former farm girl had never done much more than read about the fey, or converse with her "imaginary friend" about them. It was the first time she had even consciously connected the word with Jasmine or the group she was leading. The swordswoman brought her lengthy great sword up and returned it to it's leather wrapping before continuing. "You may call me by Tamonten," the words were in a softer tone of voice than the one she had used to casually converse about the fox girl's possible execution. The possessed warrior even extended her pale hand to offer a handshake to the group's newest member.
"It will be a pleasure to have you with us. I've greatly enjoyed the hospitality of the fey," Tamonten stole a glance in the direction she had sent the satyrs to keep watch without thinking about it as she spoke of her hosts. The swordswoman swiftly returned her focus to her mutated counterpart. "But, being referred to as mortal and mortalkin too often can make a person feel... well, mortal." The girl grinned slightly more warmly. She hoped the fey would take the statement as it was, nothing more than humor. "I do promise not to make a habit of threatening your life while you're with us, Lady Kringlicsly," a tongue-twister of a name that Tamonten only managed to avoid butchering by carefully emulating how Krig herself had said it. The swordswoman was willing to go to great lengths to avoid seeming informal.
The realization that the fox girl was causing some sort of unnatural arousal in her made her consider her earlier words. Enjoyed the fey welcome a little too much, perhaps, she thought. It wasn't the fox girl's aura that worried her, she had already gotten her first taste of corruption-induced pleasure from her blackened arm. Tamonten was worried because she wasn't sure it would have taken an aura or any mental compulsion to get her to jump Krig's bones. The only requirement Tamonten seemed to have left for an attempt to relive the pleasure she had felt with the two fey was circumstance. I was so much more of a prude before I ventured to Artmirst, the swordswoman lamented, much had changed in a short time. But Jasmine... the mortal girl remembered the fey fondly. The pale girl's thoughts wandered from one place to another and, somehow, she ended up contemplating the possibilities of having the satyr, the fox girl, and Jasmine at the same time...
Snap out of it, Tamonten mentally commanded herself. There was still a task to be completed, considering more intimate ways to further human-fey relations could wait until later. "I believe it's time to adjust the marching order. You're with me on point," the swordswoman nodded towards Krig, trying to avoid calling her informally and yet trying not to use her full name either. "Gruffs and satyrs will take their original positions, as we were when we set out. Two of the sorceresses will join the two gruffs in the middle, one will join the rearguard. We're continuing on our path directly to the black oak unless there's an opportunity to rescue more captives." Tamonten repeated the targets of importance for the sake of the fey sorceresses and Krig, one of the four might know something new about the area. When the gruffs and sorceresses understood, she moved to pass on the word to the satyrs, and then it was time to move again barring any questions.
Stuff
Two groups again, Scouts and Main. Main is everybody except for three of the satyrs. Scouts are the remaining three satyrs.
Targets of Importance: Captives, Traps, Ambushes, Shorn Weeds, Hostile Creatures
Scouts
Move 100-200 feet ahead of the main group, fanned out.
Keep an eye out for targets of importance. Report to Tamonten if anything is found.
In the event of a fight breaking out: stab targets who aren't expecting it when opportunities arise but if it's too risky just stay hidden. If the party is overrun then the scouts should flee back to Jasmine and inform her that the mission failed.
Main
Split up into three mini-groups: Van, Middle, Rear.
The two satyrs will be about fifty feet out on the flanks looking for the same things as the scouts. They're basically to follow the same tactics as scouts but on the flanks of the main party.
Van travels 15-25 feet ahead of the middle, middle travels 15-25 feet ahead of the rear.
The gruffs, sorceresses, and Krig should be on the lookout for the same things as the scouts as well. They should report anything of note to Tamonten.
No real point in listing fighting tactics. If anything fancy needs to be done then it will be called in/before battle.
The group will remain as stealthy as possible. They will make their way to the black oak and only detour for captives or things of particular note.
The purple and red haired fox girl hesitantly shook Tamontens hand, her grip not very strong, but she also wasn't sweating profusely. Not nervous, perhaps, but also apparently not much of a fighter, if the strength of her hands was to be believed. She smiled as Tamonten pronounced her name, and said; "Just Krig, is fine. I know it's a bit of a tongue twister, hence the nickname." She became a bit gloomier as Tamonten promised not to threaten to kill her, and suddenly Tamonten felt a little bit less happy herself, even as images of herself, this girl, Jasmine and the satyr all together at once, in that bed of flowers. "Thanks. So... Lets go? The sooner we burn down this tree you're looking for, the sooner I can get out of this forest, I guess. And maybe get some clothes on." She didn't seem to be much for the idea of replicating the formality that Tamonten was trying for, but at least she didn't discomforted by it.
Krig and the Fey all went to their positions without question, and the group proceeded onwards through the forest once Tamonten felt that the scouts had had enough time to get into position. They continued on, the fey all silent and grim, while Krig seemed to fidget uncomfortably as they walked, occasionally glancing behind her at the gruffs as her tail waved around, apparently trying to shield her bottom (which Tamonten couldn't help but notice was wonderfully rounded at this range,) from the fey who were behind her. She gradually became used to the girls unnatural aura, the arousal it inspired only becoming a minor annoyance.
Almost half an hour of traveling later, by which point even the fey were getting a little jumpy, the three scouts returned, all at once this time. Krig started, but clamped a hand over her mouth before she could cry out, and glanced sheepishly at Tamonten before the three satyrs began to speak, one at a time. First, the one on the left; "Up ahead, there is a group of alruane. They tend a garden of shorn weeds, and another group of sidhe are trapped within. They are being used to breed more of the plant people, and it seems likely that they will soon birth the pods that are already within them. I have known all four of those there, two are sirens, while the other two are knights, whos discarded weapons and armor lay nearby. There are five to tend the weeds, and four shorn weeds, all fairly close together. It would be dangerous, but the strength we would gain would be great. However, I do not think that we will be able to prevent them from raising an alarm if we were to attack."
The one on the right went next; "There are three hulking creatures on the path to the right. They stand to guard their master, our target, and will come up behind us if we attack the black oak. Five more of the talking plants, each with one of the feral ones under their control, tend to them. It would not be an easy fight, but we might win it, and by doing so, we could eliminate a great threat, which could come upon us from the rear if it isn't eliminated." Finally, the one in the middle said; "The path straight ahead if clear, and would take us directly to the foot of the black oak. It is within a massive clearing, and we could not come upon it without being sighted first, but we might have a moment or two to strike at it before reinforcements arrive from elsewhere."
Krig suddenly spoke up in a low whisper; "I think I can do something about the.... The plant people, if they try to set off an alarm, or something. I might be able to help with the bigger things too, I'm not sure. Just... Wanted to let you know." She quieted down, hints of fear on her features, but she seemed ready to help, if she could.
(Stop giving me ideas!)
Tamontens Escorts Status
Krig, uninjured and at full energy.
Three fey sorceresses, all uninjured and at full energy.
Five satyrs, all uninjured.
Three gruffs, all lightly injured, having taken 6 damage each.
Tamonten found herself enjoying Krig's nudity perhaps just a little too much as they traveled. The fox girl's aura was the cause of more than a few pleasant daydreams before she finally got used to the induced arousal. Thankfully, that happened before the scouts appeared. It might have been a little embarrassing for the farm-girl-turned-commander to be caught staring at the fox girls' assets, with a bit of an emphasis on the ass part.
"Do not take any unreasonable danger onto yourself, Krig." Tamonten replied to the fox girl first, sensing her nervousness. The swordswoman realized that she would be quivering in fear herself if she didn't have a personal stake in their task. "If you are not a warrior then do not feel shame in staying back. We'll do what we must, regardless. Help if you can, take care of yourself if you can't. I don't want anybody to die under my orders." Tamonten subconsciously moved her pale hand to her blackened arm as she spoke of others dying on her account. The possessed girl decided against vocalizing her wish to introduce Krig to Jasmine.
"Very well," she said, finally addressing the scouts. "There are a few things I must know before I decide on a course of action. First, do you believe we would be able to eliminate the oaks and the plant people without raising an alarm?" Her pale hand moved up to her chin as she considered the situation. "It is important that they are eliminated but whether we do so before or after rescuing the prisoners depends much on this." Then she turned to the sorceresses. "I am told that you can grant boons to a person's strength and heal their bodies. Would you be also be able to, say, destroy a group of shorn weeds from a distance in less than 10 seconds?" Her final question went to Krig, "How did you intend on preventing the plants from raising the alarm?" The girl did not even begin to make a real decision until she had answers to her questions. There were ideas forming in her head, however.
Krig stared at her very oddly as Tamonten insisted that she not endanger herself needlessly. She wasn't quite sure what the expression was, or what emotion or emotions it signified, but she was momentarily distracted by her other questions, and the immediate answers from the Fey. Firstly, the scouts said; "It would be... Possible, but difficult. I cannot guess at what would answer the alarm, other than the feral stalkers. I did not scout any farther than that, lest I lose track of the group or risk discovery while being cut off from it. The hulks are clustered together, and the other plant creatures are not nearly as durable. If they could be killed, quickly then we might destroy them all before any of the humanoid plants could raise an alarm."
One of the sorcerer women then responded; "We are... Not so adept, at neutralizing many things at once. Each of us could probably destroy one within that amount of time, or if we all pooled our magics into spells that affected multiple targets at once... They would be weaker, but all three of us might be able to kill all four shorn weeds at once. We might be able to neutralize them, at least temporarily, however. The flowers would be immobile, and that would grant time enough to destroy them, perhaps. Again, I could not promise anything. The vines of a shorn weed are notoriously strong, and it might be better to have two of us try at once. We would try whatever you can think of, however."
Krig stared at her oddly some more, but then Tamonten felt something touch her mind, and in her head, she heard words in the fox-girls voice; "I could convince them of a few things....." Then, she spoke aloud, now grinning slightly; I could destroy the weaker plants 'en-mass, if they were all clustered together, and I could probably take control of one of the bigger plant things if I had to. They had to swarm me to take me earlier, and I killed at least twenty of them before they did. Heh, I figured they'd try to replace their numbers real quick as punishment, but one of the ones that walk and talk like people said.... Ahhh, how did it go? "The father would desire her whole, her spirit still strong." Something like that. I was barely conscious at the time, so I don't remember all that well."
Tamontens Escort Stats
Krig, uninjured and at mostly full energy.
Three fey sorceresses, all uninjured and at full energy.
Five satyrs, all uninjured.
Three gruffs, all lightly injured, having taken 6 damage each.
"Careful in there," Tamonten spoke in a somber whisper after Krig touched her mind. "I have a preexisting, though unwanted, guest." A mild sense of panic chipped at the swordswoman's otherwise stalwart heart. It wasn't unusual for the pale girl to hear other voices in her head, unfortunately it wasn't even an uncommon occurrence, so that wasn't what had caused the panic. There were, however, a myriad of concerns raised from it. There was the petty, what if Krig had been able to peer into some of her lewd daydreams? There was the moderate, what could the fox girl see in her mind, how long had she been looking? Then, there was the serious, could the demon do anything to Krig if she made a habit of such actions? Tamonten was suddenly acutely aware of her blackened arm shaking. Though, whether her arm was noticeable because it was shaking worse than normal or merely because she had been reminded of her ailment, the possessed girl couldn't tell for certain.
The swordswoman forced herself to take a deep breath, she tried to appear as though what Krig had done hadn't panicked her. "We will rescue the prisoners first. Tighten up the formation and lead us there, scouts. I'll give a detailed order of battle once we're there but the general idea will be fairly simple." Tamonten started, trying to make herself sound confident again. The answers had illuminated enough to give Tamonten a respectable battle plan, at least. She addressed the sorceresses first. "When we are there, one of the scouts will remain back and point out any shorn weeds they spot, you will destroy them from a distance." She looked towards the scouts, "I would have the remaining scouts attempt to circle the area and pick off or capture any runners." Gruff's tasks were next. "You will join me in the thick of the fighting."
Finally, it was time for the fox girl's part in the plan. "Krig, I would ask that you aid the scouts by stopping any who would raise an alarm." Tamonten remembered Kringlicsly's earlier sense of fear and added, rather suddenly, "if you are capable enough to kill hordes of the plant creatures then your aid would be a great boon to us. But, if you feel..." She searched for a word that wouldn't insult the corrupted woman. "Nervous, at the idea of fighting against the talking plants again, I will not force you." The swordswoman thought for a moment before giving a few additional directions to the girl. "If things go wrong and we are going to be defeated, I would ask that you flee. I want you to seek out a fey in particular, occasionally called Jasmine. If it comes to pass that we are not going to succeed, flee and tell her what became of us." The swordswoman only waited a few moments for Krig's response before addressing the group as a whole. "Let's get moving. Bring us as close to the prisoners as you believe is safe, scouts. We'll reassess the plan from there."
Krig only looked confused at Tamontens statement, but the unfamiliar presence against her mind retreated without any further communication. It had been obvious, so Tamonten could at least hope that Krig hadn't been in there too long.
Those gathered around her nodded, and of the group, only Krig replied; "I'm not nervous. I can deal a bunch of them if they're close enough together, or if I any try and run away I can take them too, so long as they don't take cover too quickly. And... Alright, if things go bad I'll try to find your friend, Jasmine."
Without further ado, they set off in formation, the scouts closer than they had been previously but still out of sight. It didn't take very long before the scouts reappeared, and they moved forward a ways at a much slower rate, until they found a glade about twenty feet ahead. The scouts report had been accurate, a quartet of shorn weeds lay within it, all very close together; "I can get all four at once... I think." There were walking plants, all humanoid, scattered throughout it as well, four of them standing over a quartet of seemingly unconscious and very pregnant woman, all of whom were leaking copious amounts of the blue, syrupy liquid that the weeds released into their victims from their abused womanhoods. They were all collected more or less right next to the weeds themselves, and the weeds flowers all hovered about them, waiting for the women to awaken and give birth no doubt. The last of the plant people was pacing around the perimeter of the glade, its movements wooden as it glanced out into the forest. The sentry was little more than ten feet from the trees, but the big group in the middle was at least forty feet from the nearest cover. "I think I can get ALL of them, even the plants. It won't hurt the women either. What do you want to do, Tamonten?"
Tamontens Escort Stats
Krig, uninjured and at mostly full energy.
Three fey sorceresses, all uninjured and at full energy.
Five satyrs, all uninjured.
Three gruffs, all lightly injured, having taken 6 damage each.
"I'll trust in your judgment, Krig. Let's adjust the order of battle." Tamonten replied in a hushed voice of her own. The swordswoman nodded towards the sorceresses. "Ladies, destroy any runners or any that would alert the rest of the forest of our presence first. Shorn weeds are second priority. First though, give me one of those boons I've heard so much about." The pale girl spoke softly but hurriedly, moving straight to her next set of orders rather than awaiting questions or concerns. The next assignment was first directed to the satyr she most intimately remembered, then to the rest. "You get to play spotter for them, watch for any potential threats and point out runners and shorn weeds. Rest of the scouts, take up positions around the glade. No combat, stay stealthy and keep an eye out for hostile reinforcements. If anything comes after us let us know so they don't get the drop on us." Finally, the gruffs. "Follow shortly after me into the fray when it starts. We're going to distract the plants away from Krig after she unleashes whatever she's got in mind on them. We'll destroy as many as we can while we're at it."
"You've got about a minute to try to take your positions, scouts, after that things are going to get chaotic." Tamonten's attention snapped to Krig exclusively. "I don't know what you have in mind specifically, but if you feel that the movement of the plants is going to spoil it then do it immediately. Otherwise, do it when the minute is up." Orders given, Tamonten began to mentally prepare herself for the melee. All that was left was to wait...
Tactics
Requesting the best buff to body that a fey sorceress can reasonably cast before the fighting begins!
Beyond that, scouts try to get into positions that offer them the best views of the surrounding area. When the minute is up, or should the fox girl feel that the moment for action is going to be lost, then Krig explodes things in whatever manner Krig feels them best exploded! Afterward, Krig and the sorceresses should pick off any who try to raise an alarm or run to fetch reinforcements. Secondary priority is any shorn weeds. One satyr spots for them and points out any such targets or anything trying to get the drop on them.
Remaining satyrs take up watch positions hidden around the glade. They're not to engage in combat if possible. Just keep an eye out for reinforcements and sneak around. Try to remain undetected unless it's necessary to warn of more hostile types incoming.
Tamonten and gruffs charge in and start hitting things after Krig has done whatever she's going to do. Tamonten charges first to insure that she has plenty of room to work with her first flurry.
Tamonten, specifically, will use whirlwind + slay to attack the largest cluster of enemies she can get in range of.
68-40=28 to hit + whatever the buff gives her.
HP = 72, PP = 39/49, EP = 55, Status = +24 Body Buff
Rolls
PreGame
Casting: Success.
Tamonten has a 6 * 4 = +24 bonus to Body.
Stealth Checks: The satyrs are spotted as they get into position!
The alarm has been sounded.
Fight!
Attack (Krig) : All Hits, but she only gets the Shorn Weeds.
Damage: 3 * 12 = 36 damage.
Casting (Sorceresses) : Two out of three succeed.
Attack: 1 hits, 1 misses.
Damage: 4 + 3 + 6 = 13 * 4 = 52 - 8 = 44 damage.
Attack (Tamonten) : She hits three of the plant people.
Damage: Slay, insta-kill.
Sadist Pleasure: 3 + 3 + 1 + 3 = 10 PP.
Attack (Satyr) : Miss. :|
Attack (3 Gruffs) : All three hit.
Damage: 2 + 6 + 4 + 16 - 8 = 20 damage. They chop one up.
Attack (Shorn Weeds) : All three hit.
Resistance Checks for Tamonten: She wins all three.
The surviving Plant Person screams, and then charges at Krig
Attack: Hit.
Damage: 2 + 4 + 10 = 16 damage.
The group around her all nodded, and one of the three sorceresses quietly whispered something, and then rubbed a leaf she picked up from the ground on her head. While at first Tamonten was incredulous, a second later she felt her body tense, and suddenly, energy flowed through her muscles. She felt like she could have charged into the glade and slaughtered every one of the plant creatures herself, then, but she managed to fight off the urge. It wasn't just physical strength that came with the spell, however, but she also felt faster, and more agile, and even like she would be more able to suppress pain or... Other urges, if they came up.
Her fellow warriors set about getting into position, Krig and the three sorceresses, along with the one satyr whom she had met before this journey, all advancing slightly and hiding in a set of bushes just outside of the glade. Tamonten could see them as plain as day, particularly Krigs long bushy tail as it waved about just above her perfectly sculpted ass, but the patrolling alruane walked right past them and didn't seem to notice them at all. The scouts, set about as well, the other four satyrs quickly passing from tree to tree, silent blurs in the woods, but it seemed that their luck had finally run out. One of them passed directly in front of the patrolling plant, which was facing directly toward the fey as it passed between the trees, and the thing immediately reared back its head and shrieked, a loud, high scream that pierced through the trees, likely for a mile in any direction at least.
Without even missing a beat, Krig sent an orb of white fire into the clearing, right into the center of the shorn weeds. Unfortunately, the four plant people that had been nearby were already alerted, and were moving as a group toward the one that had set off the alarm. They were unharmed, and the weeds, while damaged, still had their vines writhing about. The Fey women all immediately fell into casting, but only two greenish bolts of energy flew from the bush toward the one who had set off the alert, and one of them missed. The one that did strike its target, rotted off a sizable chunk of the things torso, and its shriek became a low roar as it spun toward the bush where they were hiding.
Tamonten, meanwhile, charged forward, her enhanced strength pushing her forward at nearly superhuman speed, leaving her a white and black blur as she streaked toward the cluster of humanoid plants. Only one of them noticed her as she surged forward, and was well out of the way when she reached the center of their group, and spun with her sword extended. All three were chopped in half, and then their upper bodies were chopped in half again as they fell, so quick was her spinning blade. Ecstasy flooded her thoughts as she felt their blood raining down upon her, the exhilaration of combat making her already magically enhanced body tremble with excitement and adrenaline. Those three dealt with, the gruffs, who had been following behind her, encircled the last of the plant people and simply chopped it up, their blades falling repeatedly as the thing screamed in pain, green blood gushing out all around them.
The four satyrs remained in their positions, keeping watch rather than interfering, but that allowed the last of the plant creatures, though badly injured, to charge into the bushes where their casts were. The satyr who had been spotting for them tried to stop it, but it bowled right over him, leaving him scrambling to get back to his feet. Tentacles lashed out, and slammed into Krigs abdomen, sending the fox girl flying back several feet. Krig crawled back and away as the fey women backed out of its way, but the plant ignored them as it pushed toward the fallen fox girl, who was panting for breath and clutching at her bruised ribcage.
Before Tamonten could do much to help her, however, a flower suddenly hovered in front of her face. For a second too long, she was wondering just what in the hell it was, and only as the first shorn weed's pollen spewed into her face did Tamonten figure out what was happening. Before she could stop herself, she breathed in the potent substance, and her body reacted to it only seconds later, causing arousal to begin to burn through her body, more potent than any she'd ever experienced before, but even then the possessed swords-woman retained enough of her faculties to know that this was not the time for such. She recoiled away from the flower, coughing, only to be faced with another one, and another wave of the golden dust puffed out directly into her face, and as she breathed it in, she felt the arousal increase further. Once more, however, her willpower held, and Tamonten slunk away, coughing and closing her eyes as they welled up with tears, the substance stinging at her eyes. And then, just as she was recovering, she opened her eyes to yet another flower, and another face full of the potent aphrodisiac. Her body trembled with need, the tips of her breasts and her sensitive jewel painfully hard as they rubbed against her clothes, sending almost painful shocks of pleasure through her body. But, even though her juices were running down her legs at this point, a surge of... Something, went through her body, and Tamonten somehow found the willpower necessary to deny her urges, and retain a hold on her sword.
Tamonten's Escorts Stats
Krig, has taken 16 damage and has used 14 EP.
Three fey sorceresses, all uninjured and have used 6 EP, while one has used 12 EP.
Five satyrs, all uninjured.
Three gruffs, all having taken 6 damage each.
Current Enemy Stats
1 Plant Person, badly injured by the sorceress spell, mauling Krig currently.
3 Shorn Weeds, badly injured by Krigs fire blast, all trying to get into Tamonten's pants.
Tamonten coughed and sputtered at the shorn weed's treatment. The pollen burned her eyes and caused tears to run down her cheeks as her body attempted to purge the offending pollen from her vision. The swordswoman's body had reacted in far more frustrating ways than a runny nose and watery eyes, however, as her sex became slick with her own juices. By the aftermath of the third blast she was so soaked that her need threatened to show through the clothing that she had been gifted by the fey. Magic and willpower defeated the desire to drop to her knees and hope that something would use her, however. In a way, Tamonten was thankful for the spell. If it wasn't for the sorceress then the pale girl would have out-and-out raped something in the grove and she certainly wouldn't have been picky about her target. The possessed girl would have been willing to give up an arm and a leg, her good arm, no less, for something to have avoided the feeling altogether.
"Gruffs, to Krig!" she shouted through coughs. "Kill the assailant and escort the spellcasters into the grove!" The sorceresses needed to be out of the obscuring forest as soon as possible, Tamonten reasoned, it was impossible to tell what might come for them now that an alarm had been shouted. The swordswoman had her own matters to deal with, she had to hope that the combination of spellcasters and gruffs would be capable of taking on the plant person and getting into the grove quickly. The pale girl's own battle was to finish off the shorn weeds before her system was so full of the aphrodisiac pollen that she was willing to fuck an inanimate tree.
Tamonten repositioned herself in the hopes of taking all of the weeds at once. The girl took a horizontal swing with such vicious speed and force that she might have torn the muscles in her shoulders at the end of her swing if the fey's boon hadn't still been with her. The feeling of ecstasy filled her thoughts again, even before the swing had connected with any of the plants. The swordswoman growled through gritted teeth in frustration, both sexual and otherwise, and couldn't stop herself from roaring, "why does everything in this forest have to make me so damned horny!?"
Tactics
Satyrs: keep doing what they're doing.
Gruffs: go help Krig and the Sorceresses. Kill the plant person and bring them back.
Sorceresses: kill the plant person, heal Krig if one would like to, and get into the (relative) safety of the grove.
Krig: same as the sorceresses! Also, don't die!*
Tamonten will use Whirlwind + Slay again, this time aimed at all of the Shorn Weeds she can hit. 68+24-10-30= 52 to hit.
HP = 72, PP = 27/49, EP = 55, Status = +24 Body Buff
Rolls
Derp. There were 4 shorn weeds last post. Oh well, just assume that she passed the fourth and move on.
Attack (3 Gruffs) : All three hit.
Damage: Chop chop chop!
Attack (Tamonten) : All four cleans kills.
Damage: Slayed.
Sadist Pleasure: 3 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 4 = 12 PP.
Casting: Success.
Krig has been healed: 1 + 6 = 7 * 2 = 14 HP.
The gruffs all immediately turned to do as Tamonten commanded, falling upon the sentient plant from behind in a whirl of bronze blades before it's raised tendrils could come down on Krig's head. The fox girl was still gasping for breath, but she managed to get back to her feet with the help of one of the fey women, who also chanted under her breath. A few seconds later, Krig's chest was free of bruises, and she was breathing comfortably again.
Tamonten, meanwhile, had surged forward, and issued her strange battlecry as she swung her blade in a circle. All four of the shorn weeds were destroyed, her blade passing through them like a scythe threshing wheat, as song-like laughter passed through the glade from all directions. Excitement of both the sexual and adrenaline-induced kind was coursing through her body uncontrollably, and her love juices were leaking steadily down her legs as her clothes rubbed against her flower, though they thankfully didn't seem to be staining her new clothing.
The scouts remained in place around the empty glade, but the satyrs laughter was still audible even if Tamonten had trouble locating the source at times. The gruffs laughter was louder and more akin to the bleating of the animal they shared an appearance with, but the three warriors were already coming back under control of themselves as they escorted the four other women into the glade. The three fey women were the only ones who looked grim, at the moment, as Krig was giggling quietly as well as she approached Tamonten.
Without hesitation, the three fey women knelt next to one of their fallen kin, leaving one of the knights unattended, who were shifting uncomfortably and groaning softly as they clutched at their stretched abdomens. "They are not able to move yet..." One of the women from her party said quickly, looking at Tamonten. Another quickly finished; "The birthing will take several minutes." A loud scream issued from nearby, akin to the ones she'd heard from the sentient plants before. It was followed by a chorus of other, similar screams, coming from all around them, save for one direction. Directly ahead of them. The ground beneath them began to shake slightly, rumbling footsteps getting gradually closer, but even as the crisis swiftly escalated the pounding need in her loins simply would not stop.
Tamonten's Escorts Stats
Krig, has taken 2 damage and has used 14 EP.
Three fey sorceresses, all uninjured and one has used 6 EP, one has used 8 EP, and the last has used 12 EP.
Five satyrs, all uninjured.
Three gruffs, all having taken 6 damage each.
The swordswoman used her great sword to keep herself upright, planting the tip of the blade in the forest floor and grabbing it's handle for support. The pale girl tried to pass off the act of leaning on her steel as an idle pose, if only to avoid any further humiliation, but the gesture was made awkward by the hilt of the blade reaching up to her neck. The power of the pollen was unreal, every brush of the silky clothing against her body made the horny girl tremble with need. Her legs wobbled nearly uncontrollably. Between the effects of the fabric on her skin and the nearly unbearable feeling of heat, she almost wanted to cast her clothing off, but rationality prevailed. More worryingly than what had begun to afflict her, however, was what hadn't. Tamonten couldn't feel the demon clawing at her mind, something that she had anticipated as soon as the first feeling of immense pleasure came from cutting through the plants. It's absence was distressing, to say the least.
The quivering girl looked towards the fey sorceresses through a haze. Tamonten gave a nod, as firm as she could manage. "Do what you must for them. I'm going to kill plants. Seems easier." The swordswoman brought one hand off of her weapon of choice to test her ability to stand. Her legs shook but the possessed girl felt that she could overcome it. "Krig," she started as she looked towards the fox girl. Tamonten tried to keep her eyes above chest level but couldn't stop herself from glancing lower when opportunities seemed to reveal themselves. "Could you manipulate a ring of fire? Would you be able to put it out at will? I'm about to do something really stupid and any sort of defensive perimeter you can put up would be a big help." Tamonten scanned the grove, doing her best to ignore her feelings of lust, even as she awaited Krig's answer. The possessed girl tried to come up with a better plan than the one she had but simply couldn't. There was no other option that could buy them the necessary time without endangering those she commanded. But, it was the mortal girl, even then fighting the urge to indulge in her needs, who had put them there, it was her duty to get them through it safely, she would be the one to take on the danger. Tamonten resolved herself to the task ahead and continued. "Gruffs, protect them during the birthing process. If anything hostile gets through Krig's power or near them, hit it." The possessed girl pointed a thumb to herself. "I'm going to be a distraction."
Tactics
Request that Krig maintain a ring of fire around the gruffs, sorceresses, knights, sirens, and herself. If she can't put such a fire out at will, then anything else she might be able to do is welcome. Any fire would need to be extinguishable for an exit plan though.
Sorceresses: do what they have to do to aid the pregnant fey. Any combat support is appreciated but not expected.
Gruffs: stay near the sorceresses. If a plant creature charges through Krig's defensive measures then hit it until it dies.
Krig: maintain defensive measures around the sorceresses, gruffs, knights, sirens, and herself. Combat support beyond that is appreciated but not expected.
Satyrs: keep an eye out for anything unseen that might threaten the others.
Tamonten will remain outside of the ring of fire, or any other defensive measure that Krig uses, and distract the oncoming hordes the only way she knows how: with violence (i.e. another slay + whirlwind, but with 12 hit converted to dodge from defensive fighting mixed in).
Should the fighting start next post, the stats for her first attack will be:
68 + 24 - 10 - 30 - 12 = 40 to hit.
Damage: Slay
Try to get into a position to hit as many of the juggernaut types as possible with her first attack. If Tamonten is going to do something as incredibly stupid and unnecessary as trying to take on an entire horde of plants she's at least going to try to make Krig swoon while she's at it!
Tamonten's has (with buff and defensive fighting): 80 body, 58 dodge, 28 speed, 40 resistance*, 0 Armor (25 TP 3 DU Cloth), sadist, masochist.
*Note to self: find support buff-bot character for DG3 because big numbers are amazing.
HP = 72, PP = 16/49, EP = 55, Status = +24 Body Buff
Rolls
Attack (Tamonten) : All three are hit.
Slayed.
Sadist Pleasure: 4 + 2 + 2 + 3 = 11 PP.
Seemingly in response to her concern over the demon not invading her mind, she received a very brief and clipped message. Two words, in a voice not her own, spoke clearly into her mind; "Not now."
Krig looked at her with concern as Tamonten seemed to be only half able to keep her eyes on her face, and the girl shook her head, her long violet and red hair waving slightly. "I don't think that I've got that much control... I'm sorry. I could put up a barrier around us though! They probably wouldn't be able to get through it, at least, but you'd be stuck out there...." A loud roar sounded from nearby, and Tamonten issued her orders to the rest of the fey as Krig waited in silence, chewing her lip.
As she stepped outside of the glade, Krig finally shouted; "Good luck!" A wall of white light suddenly surrounded the fey, who had all gathered within the glade to wait out the battle in relative safety. They watched her, and Tamonten could practically feel the trepidation of the ones she had under her command as she stood alone. And yet, as horny as she still was, and as troubled as she was from the
A monstrous creature, formed of solid wood and larger than anything Tamonten had ever imagined, stormed out of the trees, a feral stalker on either side of it. The two catlike creatures bounded toward her, their jaws open and tentacles waving around them, but Tamonten still had the power of the fey coursing through her. She charged through them, and both monsters spun toward her as she stopped right in front of the behemoth. It raised a single massive wooden limb, it's entire body creaking and groaning, but before it could strike at the possessed swords-woman, sh spun, her sword held out. The monstrous creature was cut in half in a single blow, as were both of the stalkers. As the massive thing tumbled down, Tamonten spotted two more of the gigantic plants coming toward her, each about ten feet away and ten feet apart. Four more feral stalkers were heading toward her as well, circling around and trying to come at her back, but for now they were staying at least thirty feet away from their powerful prey.
Tamonten's Escorts Stats
Krig, has taken 2 damage and has used 18 EP. Is maintaining Holy Wall, X = 1.
Three fey sorceresses, all uninjured and one has used 6 EP, one has used 8 EP, and the last has used 12 EP.
Five satyrs, all uninjured.
Three gruffs, all having taken 6 damage each.
Tamonten ignored the urge to lean on her sword after her spin ended, struggling to keep herself from stumbling. The possessed girl's arousal was only worsening, to her revulsion. Every cut, every swing, every dead plant brought her closer to her peak. Yet, she couldn't stop... and wasn't sure she wanted to. Some dark part of the swordswoman wanted to charge, to see the next brute chopped down, to feel herself go over the edge and cum on the battlefield. The mixture of revulsion, anticipation, and dizziness made the pale girl feel as though her heart was tap-dancing on her stomach. Dancing very poorly, no less.
The swordswoman couldn't lean, though, and she certainly couldn't charge, not if she didn't want to be bred by an wooden monstrosity. Instead, Tamonten did something different. Calmly as she could with the sentient hulks bearing down on her, the girl sheathed her sword. Her pale hand beckoned the group of plants. "Come on then!" Tamonten shouted. "I'm prime for planting! I could probably birth a hundred of you over-sized pieces of firewood without expiring!" The swordswoman taunted, perhaps a bit more lewdly than necessary given that they likely would have responded the same to 'abloogy woogy woo.' With her sword safely in it's leather wrapping and her challenge issued, the pale woman stood fast.
Tamonten would teach the plants a valuable lesson that day, she decided, that there was a reason for everything. The swordswoman sheathed her sword because she couldn't dodge as well with it in hand, she stood her ground because she wanted them all to come into range of her at once, and she taunted them, well, because she really wanted to.
Tamonten uses Full Defense.
Tamonten has (with Full Defense): 80 body, 136 dodge, 28 speed, 40 resistance, 2 Armor (25 TP 3 DU Cloth), sadist, masochist.
