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From Mansion to Church in Barovia
Tag: Rovana
(In the first part of the dream)
"...Good. You know I like it more when you get to the point. Mmm... and when you use that tongue of yours more creatively. Hanh~" A blushing, vulnerable look crossed the warrior-woman's ebony face as the fair captain planted her kisses on the shaft, and then ran the tip of her tongue along the urethra and under the glans, before taking the hot, thick shaft deep into her warm mouth.
"Annh~ So good.~" She bit her lip as her knees trembled slightly. "Oh my captain. You tend to your crew so well~ I will sail with you, always. You have my spear and my heart!"
(In the later half of the dream)
"Is this real? It could be." The vampiric, feral version of Ludmilla grinned, as lightning flashed and lit up the dark night sky behind her. Was that blood dripping down from her lips??
"If you can do what needs to be done. If you can withstand the price!" She pointed down to Rovana's extremely pale and... clawed hand. Turning it over so that she could see her palm, she inhaled sharply - or rather, would have, if she still needed to draw breath. The Black Spot was upon her palm. Blotted in ink that no sorcery or trick could rub dry. The vampire Ludmilla laughed as they began to plunge into the waves, her undead body pressing against Rovana's.
"Monsters we are! Yet monsters we become! Embrace our fate and become masters of our sea. Our domain! Forever! Aha ha ha ha ha!"
As they sunk on the ghost ship into the dark waters, writhing dark shapes moved in the pitch black water on all sides. The two vampires stripped one another and made dark, passionate, animalistic sex, sinking their teeth into one another as Ludmilla's sex penetrated Rovana's again and again. Deeper and deeper they sank, into the great dark maw that awaited them at the bottom of the ocean. Its teeth snapping shut on the ship and silence endured until the call to rise once more above the waves sounded. Then the hunt would begin anew...
---
In the morning, Rovana dressed in haste. The darkness of the night had been replaced only with a slightly less dark, cloudy gray morning. The mists had receded, but could still be seen in the distance at the edges of the forest in the surrounding countryside. The sky was still overcast.
Rovana snuck out of the mansion by herself. As she passed through the hallway, she spied the Lady Jasmina, upon the divan in the study, her leather trousers and underwear discarded and her blouse pulled down to reveal her petite, but perky breasts. A nude and slumbering Ismark, with his leather collar still on his neck, snored gently as he lay on top of her. The elf idly was stroking his blonde hair while his face rested on her bosom. If she noticed Rovana, she made no sign of it, not stopping her at any point.
Before she left, the pirate captain would take some charcoal bits from near the grand fireplace, sticking htem in her belt pouch for the ritual to bring Joe back to life. All she needed now would be a brass bowl and some incense. Both of which she figured she could get at the local church. They always seemed to have nice smelling things like that.
And so she made her way to the church of the morninglord, leaving the rest of these strange, and frankly foolish people behind her. This whole place was looney if they thought anything would change by sitting on their arses and hiding or praying. That was for certain. She needed to shake things up! Just as soon as she had Joe back!
Map:
The burgomeister's mansion is the southern most building on the map. Rovana heads due north to the center of town, then north by northwest, until she reaches the church at the upper left of the map, with a large graveyard behind it.
She arrived at the northwest end of town within a few minutes. Atop a slight rise, against the roots of the pillar stone that supports Castle Ravenloft, stands a gray, sagging edifice of stone and wood. The church has obviously weathered the assaults of evil for centuries on end and is worn and weary. A bell tower rises toward the back, and flickering light shines through holes in the shingled roof. The rafters strain feebly against their load. The heavy wooden doors of the church are covered with I claw marks and scarred by fire.
The doors open to reveal a ten-foot-wide, twenty-footlong hall leading to a brightly lit chapel. The hall is unlit and reeks of mildew. Four doors, two on each side of the hall, lead to adjacent chambers. Rovana can see that the chapel is strewn with debris, and she hears a soft voice from within reciting a prayer. Suddenly, the prayer is blotted out by an inhuman scream that rises up from beneath the wooden floor.
The praying comes from the alter to the north, where a medium build older man in thick robes is praying. The scream seems to be coming from somewhere beneath the church.
There appears to be a brass basin on the alter itself, and the old smell of decayed incense suggests that there would be some nearby, if there were any additional stores of it that haven't been put out recently due to obvious neglect.
The priest at the alter ahead appears to not have heard Rovana come in.
"FATHER!!!! FATHER PLEASE LET ME OUT!!! I AM STARVING!!! FATHEEEEEEEER!!!!!"
A young man's voice calls out desperately from somewhere below. The praying priest shakes his head numbly and continues to pray.
From Mansion to Church in Barovia
Tag: Rovana
(In the first part of the dream)
"...Good. You know I like it more when you get to the point. Mmm... and when you use that tongue of yours more creatively. Hanh~" A blushing, vulnerable look crossed the warrior-woman's ebony face as the fair captain planted her kisses on the shaft, and then ran the tip of her tongue along the urethra and under the glans, before taking the hot, thick shaft deep into her warm mouth.
"Annh~ So good.~" She bit her lip as her knees trembled slightly. "Oh my captain. You tend to your crew so well~ I will sail with you, always. You have my spear and my heart!"
(In the later half of the dream)
"Is this real? It could be." The vampiric, feral version of Ludmilla grinned, as lightning flashed and lit up the dark night sky behind her. Was that blood dripping down from her lips??
"If you can do what needs to be done. If you can withstand the price!" She pointed down to Rovana's extremely pale and... clawed hand. Turning it over so that she could see her palm, she inhaled sharply - or rather, would have, if she still needed to draw breath. The Black Spot was upon her palm. Blotted in ink that no sorcery or trick could rub dry. The vampire Ludmilla laughed as they began to plunge into the waves, her undead body pressing against Rovana's.
"Monsters we are! Yet monsters we become! Embrace our fate and become masters of our sea. Our domain! Forever! Aha ha ha ha ha!"
As they sunk on the ghost ship into the dark waters, writhing dark shapes moved in the pitch black water on all sides. The two vampires stripped one another and made dark, passionate, animalistic sex, sinking their teeth into one another as Ludmilla's sex penetrated Rovana's again and again. Deeper and deeper they sank, into the great dark maw that awaited them at the bottom of the ocean. Its teeth snapping shut on the ship and silence endured until the call to rise once more above the waves sounded. Then the hunt would begin anew...
---
In the morning, Rovana dressed in haste. The darkness of the night had been replaced only with a slightly less dark, cloudy gray morning. The mists had receded, but could still be seen in the distance at the edges of the forest in the surrounding countryside. The sky was still overcast.
Rovana snuck out of the mansion by herself. As she passed through the hallway, she spied the Lady Jasmina, upon the divan in the study, her leather trousers and underwear discarded and her blouse pulled down to reveal her petite, but perky breasts. A nude and slumbering Ismark, with his leather collar still on his neck, snored gently as he lay on top of her. The elf idly was stroking his blonde hair while his face rested on her bosom. If she noticed Rovana, she made no sign of it, not stopping her at any point.
Before she left, the pirate captain would take some charcoal bits from near the grand fireplace, sticking htem in her belt pouch for the ritual to bring Joe back to life. All she needed now would be a brass bowl and some incense. Both of which she figured she could get at the local church. They always seemed to have nice smelling things like that.
And so she made her way to the church of the morninglord, leaving the rest of these strange, and frankly foolish people behind her. This whole place was looney if they thought anything would change by sitting on their arses and hiding or praying. That was for certain. She needed to shake things up! Just as soon as she had Joe back!
Map:
The burgomeister's mansion is the southern most building on the map. Rovana heads due north to the center of town, then north by northwest, until she reaches the church at the upper left of the map, with a large graveyard behind it.
She arrived at the northwest end of town within a few minutes. Atop a slight rise, against the roots of the pillar stone that supports Castle Ravenloft, stands a gray, sagging edifice of stone and wood. The church has obviously weathered the assaults of evil for centuries on end and is worn and weary. A bell tower rises toward the back, and flickering light shines through holes in the shingled roof. The rafters strain feebly against their load. The heavy wooden doors of the church are covered with I claw marks and scarred by fire.
The doors open to reveal a ten-foot-wide, twenty-footlong hall leading to a brightly lit chapel. The hall is unlit and reeks of mildew. Four doors, two on each side of the hall, lead to adjacent chambers. Rovana can see that the chapel is strewn with debris, and she hears a soft voice from within reciting a prayer. Suddenly, the prayer is blotted out by an inhuman scream that rises up from beneath the wooden floor.
The praying comes from the alter to the north, where a medium build older man in thick robes is praying. The scream seems to be coming from somewhere beneath the church.
There appears to be a brass basin on the alter itself, and the old smell of decayed incense suggests that there would be some nearby, if there were any additional stores of it that haven't been put out recently due to obvious neglect.
The priest at the alter ahead appears to not have heard Rovana come in.
"FATHER!!!! FATHER PLEASE LET ME OUT!!! I AM STARVING!!! FATHEEEEEEEER!!!!!"
A young man's voice calls out desperately from somewhere below. The praying priest shakes his head numbly and continues to pray.