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In the Season of Ravening Shadows.

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GM
GM, 112 posts
Tue 15 Sep 2020
at 02:25
  • msg #1

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

Rowan looks up as Dharmesh's mental voice reaches her, having been lying on the bed eating a plate of fish and potatoes. She's getting grease absolutely all over the sheets, and quite visibly does not care. She rolls her eyes. "I"m well, thank you, how are you? Oh, that's excellent. Et cetera. The cell is an old one, been here for decades. They, well, I'm not sure if I can call it worship but they have deals with Ranalc. Contracts and bargains and favors owed for services rendered, that's more the way the Eldest work. They're entrenched, embedded in local groups, and they've been staying quiet for years and years. I don't know much about them specifically, but cells like this almost always have a single leader and a lot of people who don't really know jack shit about the rest of the cell outside their contact and their subordinates."
Dharmesh
player, 25 posts
Sat 19 Sep 2020
at 06:29
  • msg #2

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

Dharmesh glanced somewhat disdainfully at the slovenly display of Rowan's before turning His gaze from her. He ignored the sarcasm with which she began her answer, instead cataloging everything she said, His mind devoting itself to the task at hand, formulating plans of action as He continued to maintain the connection between her mind and His own.
"I see. Do you know the identities of any members? What of the other groups they have hidden themselves in? What have they been doing recently to your knowledge? Any purchases or convenient acquisition of territories suitable for storing things?"
GM
GM, 114 posts
Sun 20 Sep 2020
at 02:14
  • msg #3

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

Rowan doesn't seem particularly bothered by the judging look at her dietary habits. "I don't know of any individual members of the cell. They've got people embedded in local Umbral Court groups, for sure, and also we think in the local peacekeeping body, as well as the tattoo artists. And, I'm not making this up, we think that the largest local groundskeeping service might be owned by them. Don't know of any property acquisitions, don't know much about their activity beyond that they're moving."
Dharmesh
player, 26 posts
Mon 28 Sep 2020
at 04:39
  • msg #4

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

Well. Groundskeeping had not been what He was expecting to hear. He allowed that minor revelation time to sink in before continuing to communicate, His patience beginning to wear thin at the lack of actionable information being provided.
"It is a start, but chasing such vague details is a waste of My time and energy. Do you know nothing of means of identification? Gathering places, times of meetings, anything? You say you know they are moving, where are they moving from? Where are they moving to?"
Rowan
Mon 28 Sep 2020
at 22:32
  • msg #5

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

"Identification, yeah, they have a system of tattoos that mark them - I don't know the full code, but I know a star and moon symbology is involved as their entry level 'hi I belong to a cult' marker. They don't meet often, and never in large groups - the only people a cell member has contact with is their handler and their minions. But they're moving money, moving resources - large sums withdrawn from accounts owned by fronts, shell businesses moving assets. That groundskeeping service is the most active right now - they have a lot of wealthy clients, and the sums that are being reported changing hands don't make any sense for a groundskeeping business. Same thing with the tattoo artists, they're placing orders and the sums don't line up with what they're claiming is being paid for."

Rowan's voice is crisp and professional, now, with none of the casual laziness that she was exhibiting earlier. Something about the ease with which she rattles off the information hints at a mind much sharper than she had let on, earlier - not necessarily the most disciplined, but there's a very keen memory there, and quick information processing and recall.
Dharmesh
player, 27 posts
Fri 9 Oct 2020
at 07:10
  • msg #6

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

Dharmesh's mood began to brighten by the slightest fraction as actually actionable information was provided, His mind picking apart the words as they were spoken, taking them in and examining them before formulating a response.
"At last, we are getting somewhere. If this cult has a fascination with the moon, then we should pay close attention for the new and crescent moons in particular, and anything to do with a heptagram. That aside, it would seem that the adage of following the gold will hold true. These clients, what are their names? Who is moving the most money most frequently?"
Rowan
Sun 11 Oct 2020
at 04:58
  • msg #7

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

Rowan nods easily. "Biggest movers and shakers are Urtar Blackfingers, Three-Knife Kelly, and Erran Scythehand, in that order. You're going to want to watch out for Blackfingers, though - we're fairly sure he works for the Black Triune, and while I know that you're scary et cetera, I'm fairly confident you do not want to mess with the Triune."
Dharmesh
player, 28 posts
Wed 14 Oct 2020
at 08:07
  • msg #8

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

"I know of these three, yes. Blackfingers is a poisoner, and he does serve the Triune. We should not seek him out unless there remain no further options, engaging the Triune would take more time than can be spared and require more investment in this endeavor than I possess. Scythehand is a tattoo artist, certainly worth speaking to to learn of more members, but probably not much else. Kelly is a local crime lord. He will be the most straightforward to find, and a man such as him may be convinced to sell his associates to save himself. I believe the information you have provided will be sufficient for now, let us await Shovash, then we should pay a visit to Kelly's home."
His messaged delivered, Dharmesh ceased communication and sat down on the floor, legs crossed as He performed simple mental exercises to pass the time and generally ignored Rowan, awaiting Shovash's arrival.
Rowan
Wed 14 Oct 2020
at 18:02
  • msg #9

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

Rowan returns the favor, not paying any mind to Dharmesh as she sits and reads a book while eating. It looks like it's written in the old tongue of the First World.
Shovash Godsbane
player, 46 posts
Sun 18 Oct 2020
at 22:40
  • msg #10

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

  It only takes three hours, give or take, before the heavy footsteps coming down the hall stop at their door, and the latch rises. The Shovash who walks through the door is a pale indigo tint, with silver horns and wings, and tattoos glowing faintly oxblood. It isn't a palette she uses often, but it isn't as unlikely as what she was wearing. The dress rises all the way up to a rounded collar at her throat, without a cutout or concealed slit anywhere, and the hem nearly to her knees doesn't even pull open as she walks. That, though, is the strangest of all. Shovash walked in. Through the door.

  "Dharmesh. Rowan." She acknowledges them as the chairwoman might her board: a courtesy to smooth working together, a superfluous but procedural trick of etiquette. "I don't see any reason I would want this to drag on. We shouldn't play games with them, just get the superweapon away from them. All agreed, on that much? "
Rowan
Mon 19 Oct 2020
at 21:01
  • msg #11

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

Rowan looks up at Shovash and nods politely. Her veil is firmly in place once more, now that she's finished eating. "Sounds like a plan. Dharmesh here has figured out which of the cell members he wants to go after - a crime boss, Three-Knife Kelly, he's been moving a lot of money through this groundskeeping service involved with the cell. I'm ready to move out at your signal, and I know roughly where to go looking for Kelly."
Dharmesh
player, 29 posts
Sun 25 Oct 2020
at 07:19
  • msg #12

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

Dharmesh did not move from His seated position as Shovash entered the room, though He did turn His head to observe Her entrance. As She spoke, He nodded, sending a tendril of thought Her way. "Rowan speaks truly. This cell is funded by a number of wealthy individuals, but the largest contributors are, in order of significance, Urtar Blackfingers, a poisoner, Three-Knife Kelly, a local crime lord of one of the more prominent families, and Erran Scythehand, a local tattoo artist. Blackfingers would take too long to hunt down and break to be worth the effort for our schedule, and Scyhthehand's primary value would be the identification of more members. Kelly is the most logical choice of the three"

As He communicated, more than mere words were delivered. Images of the three people they were speaking of swam in Her mind's eye, an overhead view of the city with one building in particular shining like a beacon. As these images burned themselves into the memory of His equal, Dharmesh unfolded His legs and rose in a single liquid motion. "We have wasted enough time. Let us begin."
This message was last edited by the player at 07:23, Sun 25 Oct 2020.
Shovash Godsbane
player, 47 posts
Mon 26 Oct 2020
at 03:50
  • msg #13

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

  "Gardeners in a cult.  What is this, Galt?"  Shovash shakes her head in dismay, then gives Dharmesh an inattentive nod in passing.  She crosses the room and takes a seat on the bed that makes it look as though Rowan had weighs nothing, by comparison of the dent.  "Scythehand is also a personal connection of mine I want to keep friendly, so there'll be no painting a target on his back while I'm here.  Besides, I've wanted a few crime lords for some time now.  This will be a good chance to pick one up."  If she is surprised to learn her contact serves a wicked fairy noble who plans to reshape Golarion as a nightmare, it doesn't show.

  "Nidal is generally, in fact, a nation I'd prefer good terms with.  I don't have nearly the presence on the plane of shadows that I should.  Do we know where the family receives illicit guests?  It's a walled compound with sentries, I imagine."
Rowan
Tue 27 Oct 2020
at 20:15
  • msg #14

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

"Kelly has a compound on the edge of the city. Big place, mansion, walls, guards. Oh, do you want some fish? I got enough for two." Rowan gestures at the plate, which does indeed have a good deal of fish and potatoes remaining. "Didn't think Dharmesh here would want any. It's not really up to his standards, I expect. I'm ready to leave whenever."
Shovash Godsbane
player, 48 posts
Sat 31 Oct 2020
at 01:47
  • msg #15

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

  "Ah. Considerate of you," Shovash replies drolly, before taking the plate and raising it to the large hemisphere of her belly.  The equally large hemisphere of steel covering those organs twitches then splits along the jagged seam shaped to resemble teeth.  It's bigger on the inside, with dozens of teeth the armor had no room to represent and a depth when it stretches open that must extend well behind her.  She tips the entire meal back and licks the plate clean in one swipe with a tongue almost a foot wide.  "Oh, better than I expected.  One of the street vendors?  Now I wish I had time to savor it properly."

  Setting the empty plate aside, Shovash stretches back until something pops near the base of her tail, then takes her time rising to her feet, even catching her wings on the bedframe for extra leverage.  "Should be a quick errand.  The mortals aren't even where it becomes interesting.  Everyone ready?  Good."  Obviously, Shovash doesn't wait for a response, just takes hold of Rowan's wrist and wraps her tail around whatever part of Dharmesh happens to be solid that day.
This message was last edited by the player at 04:08, Sat 31 Oct 2020.
Dharmesh
player, 30 posts
Sat 31 Oct 2020
at 06:21
  • msg #16

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

Dharmesh didn't flinch at the sight of Shovash's second mouth, long since having grown used to Her habits and transformative nature. He stood impassively as Her tail wrapped around His waist, continuing to communicate telepathically with both Shovash and Rowan."Very well. To Kelly's home then. I will place us within the entrance hall, it should convey the proper message." He waited a few moments for any dissent before pulling the power to the forefront once more, casting Himself and the other two beyond mere physicality, their bodies torn down to their base components only to be reassembled once more inside the opulent home of their target, not a drop of blood or speck of bone out of place.
Shovash Godsbane
player, 49 posts
Sat 31 Oct 2020
at 20:20
  • msg #17

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

  "What...?  No!"  Shovash pulls back so hard out of the spell, Something That Shouldn't Be scuttles out of her shadow and under the bed.  But he's gone already, and now that's a factor she'll just have to account for.  There had been something taller, set deeper into the compound.  After counting off a slow, complicated pattern on the fingers of one hand, she heads for the top of that.
GM
GM, 119 posts
Mon 2 Nov 2020
at 22:07
  • msg #18

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

Rowan and Dharmesh arrive in the entry hall, where they find a number of very confused servants and guards standing around. One of them clears his throat and then says, very tentatively, "You lost, friends?"

Meanwhile, Shovash alights on the lone tower in the complex, finding a large window looking out over the city. Inside, a tall and slim man is lying in a bed upholstered with silk and velvet - opulent, to put it mildly. The rest of the bedchamber is similar, all tasteful dark woods and plush velvet cushions.
Shovash Godsbane
player, 50 posts
Thu 5 Nov 2020
at 05:05
  • msg #19

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

  "Really, a vampire?" Shovash asks herself with a little laugh, as though she isn't just then hanging upside-down from a rooftop with bat wings and big pointy teeth.  With a combing gesture and a curse, she straightens the knot holding the room's abjuration together, then pulls herself back up.  The curses become more colorful briefly, and then there is soft clapping.  "Ladies.  So glad you could join me today.  Close in, there won't be long."

  A few moments later, the air in the room below shifts, admitting the sudden presence of five women.  Each is thin, pale, and some manner of barely-dressed.  Without a word or signal, they advance in perfect coordination, two on either side of the bed.  The last raises her hand above the sleeper and intones something ominous, then bends down and begins to crawl atop.  "Kelly.  Kelly, the girls are here.  I told them what a big deal you are.  Don't be sleepy~"
Dharmesh
player, 31 posts
Thu 5 Nov 2020
at 07:07
  • msg #20

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

As Dharmesh reformed and touched down upon the floor of the entrance, He looked around at the wealth on display and the shocked people around Himself and Rowan. When one of the guards spoke, He slowly turned to face the man, gazing directly into and through his eyes, for all the world seeming to look upon his soul and weigh its worth even as He sent the slimmest tendril of Thought to the man, just enough to communicate without overwhelming him. "Unless this is not the home of the man known as Three-Knife Kelly, I am not lost. I am Dharmesh of the Untwisting Iron, Lord of That Which Thinks, and I and My associate have business with your master. If you will tell him that we have come, we will be able to leave all the quicker."
GM
GM, 121 posts
Sun 8 Nov 2020
at 02:15
  • msg #21

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

Upstairs, Kelly awakes with five nude and beautiful women atop him, and barely seems surprised at the situation, though whether that's because he thinks it a dream or because this is a normal way for him to wake up is unclear. Either way, his response is the same, which is to grope several of them and smile up at Shovash.

"Hello there, lovelies. Here to spend some time with the boss? That's good, I could use a celebration." His smile turns more openly predatory. "Just closed the biggest deal since Nidal's birth, you know." His tone suggests he's exaggerating, but not by much.

Meanwhile, down at the entrance hall, the guards look at each other in a way that suggests they're rapidly calculating who is exactly the lowest person on the professional totem pole in the room. Eventually, this turns out to be a scrawny young woman, perhaps twenty or so years old, human. She steps forward, clears her throat, and stammers out, "I'll go get him, um, just hold on for a moment."
Shovash Godsbane
player, 51 posts
Sun 8 Nov 2020
at 11:27
  • msg #22

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

  "Really...? Tell me more," purrs the woman most entwined with him, as though one of the disguised succubi weren't already feeding her his thoughts. The two to his right press closer, kissing and teasing up his limbs as they slowly weave themselves into the tangle on the bed. The two to his left apparently decide there isn't room for six and turn to caress and undress each other. They are especially vocal about it.

  "Mmmmmorre," sighs another as her lips reach his collarbone. The fifth is already halfway under the sheet, and her commentary is muffled but enthusiastic. Their leader laughs and slides to the side to make room atop him. As slender as they all are, both still wind up mostly on his chest. "Ladies love a winner, Kelly," she purrs and turns his head her way. Lips meet his neck from the other side, and from the sounds under those sheets, not only there. But they tease, for now.

  "I want to hear all about it," whispers the breathy voice in his ear. "We heard a little. Something about fairies? It sounds exciting~" A whimper to his left when a breast is roughly kneaded punctuates the request. There's magic in the air, but whose isn't obvious.

There's a suggestion in there somewhere. I mean, on top of all the Act of Passion ones he's just laying himself bare to.
This message was last edited by the player at 19:10, Mon 09 Nov 2020.
Dharmesh
player, 32 posts
Mon 16 Nov 2020
at 07:54
  • msg #23

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

Dharmesh turned His gaze from the man and fixed it upon the woman who stepped forward. He looked her up and down, taking her measure before responding. "Move quickly, the time you spend now is more valuable than any you will ever know."

After dismissing the woman, He fixed His attention once more upon the man he first communicated with. "I would await your master in his place of business here." As He delivered this message, He extended a third tendril of Thought to Rowan. "I have demanded we meet with Kelly in his office. It is a possibility that he will keep files on his business associates, be ready to search it if the man himself proves unwilling to speak."
GM
GM, 124 posts
Tue 17 Nov 2020
at 19:17
  • msg #24

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

Kelly moans, running his hands over the tangle of succubi, as well as Shovash. "Yeah, fairies," he says, not seeming to realize the sheer amount of magic being layered over him. "They called a favor in. Wanted something moved. Something real big in a special way, if you get my meaning. Had to be done by night, had to be done quiet. Move it and hide it for a few days, then move it again. So I put them in touch with one of my contacts, dhampir by the name of...oh, that feels good...name of Varen. Owns an estate in the country, good place to tuck something away for a while..."

He trails off, laying back and just enjoying the waves of pleasure washing over him.

Downstairs, the woman nods and races off, moving near a sprint. The other guards shift about nervously, watching Dharmesh's every move.
Shovash Godsbane
player, 52 posts
Fri 20 Nov 2020
at 04:19
  • msg #25

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

  "Ohhh, wow. You must trust Varen a lot. How do you kno—oh!" The big talker jumps, but a second later she smirks back over her shoulder, where someone's hand is past the hem of her teddie. She turns back to him with a shrug and a wicked knife of a smile. "How do you know he won't try his own sale behind your back??"
GM
GM, 126 posts
Sat 21 Nov 2020
at 23:17
  • msg #26

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

"Varen don't have the kind of pull he'd need to do that," Kelly says, eyes half-lidded. "He's small fish and he knows it. And he owes me in a way that don't come clean. If he tried to sell me out, all I need to do is let some people know he's the one that robbed them, and he'd be dead by sundown. And that's without the Count lifting a finger which...oh gods below where did you learn to do this? Which nobody wants to mess with the Count, he's big news in the First World."
Shovash Godsbane
player, 53 posts
Tue 24 Nov 2020
at 09:10
  • msg #27

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

  "Mmmhmhm...  I thought you'd appreciate.  I picked that up from a lamia in Katapesh.  And—"

  "I invented it," one of the pair to his left casually remarks.  She goes back to being a display after that, but the partner she's petting only has eyes for Kelly—intense ones.  It takes the inventor nearly piercing her earlobe to distract her in the slightest.  She's probably smiling.

  "Aren't they clever? I like you, Kelly.  Such a... naked opportunist.  Wouldn't it be nice to have an estate in the country?  Take a few fans there for a week or two and let give them a taste of real decadence?  Imagine it baby: just like before, but with a new monograph on the gate.  One, two, three knives, making a 'K'.  Hell, just imagine the anticipation on the way!  I'm sure you can remember the whole trip out there, every step; now imagine it all, but you're heading to your private retreat from the bustle of the city, one of your very favorite companions at either side."

  Dropping her voice, she wriggles gratuitously close to the man's ear.  "I could do that, Kelly.  I could make it happen."
Kelly
Thu 26 Nov 2020
at 02:04
  • msg #28

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

The gang leader nods slowly, his eyes drifting half closed as he pictures the scene. Through the succubus, Shovash gets a flickering spatial impression - snapshot glimpses of the path to the estate, seen through a haze of pleasure and confusion. Three-Knife Kelly is starting to realize that something is wrong with what is happening, but hasn't yet put together quite how much danger he is in - the haze in his thoughts is too strong to fully grasp that just yet.
Shovash Godsbane
player, 54 posts
Thu 26 Nov 2020
at 20:41
  • msg #29

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

  The dhampir's lips curl into a smile so wicked it might eat him without her help, with lips plusher than they really ought to be.  She leans in and presses them to his cheek.  "Mmm, you've been perfect Kelly, really.  Now I want you to enjoy my friends without a care in the world.  I'm going shopping. እያመጣሁ ነው!"  And then without fanfare, she is gone.  It's only Kelly and four creatures of the night.

  Seconds later, and back in her own shape, Shovash comes into being with her hand already on the front door of the Dysamorato, Nidal's most ironic nightclub.  She's still in the teddy.  She pushes inside.
GM
GM, 127 posts
Sun 29 Nov 2020
at 21:41
  • msg #30

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

Shovash hurls herself through space with her hand on the Dysamorato's door, pushing it open. It's crowded inside, the air throbbing with a heavy bass drum and shivering with harp that can barely be heard over the hum of voices and pounding of feet - even with magical amplification. The room is so dim that it's hard to see without some kind of ability, and the lights are scarlet, and the scarlet is bloody.

A nosferatu-type vampire sidles up as soon as she steps inside, his features withered and cadaverous. His voice, though, is smooth as honey as he speaks. "Good evening, madame. Would you care for a table, or prefer to dance? And may I interest you in something to drink? Our special tonight is a high elevation blend that's rich in thrombocytes and has just a little spice, or we have a sickle cell anemic that we just got in if you'd care for something on the lighter side. Or I can bring you the full menu." The maitre d' smiles. He doesn't even try to hid the fangs.
Shovash Godsbane
player, 55 posts
Mon 30 Nov 2020
at 09:49
  • msg #31

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

  "I'm thinking vegetarian today, actually.  What do you have in Ghorans and Dryads? And let's discuss it on the way to a table.  I'll dance, but I need a first place to lure him to, you know?  Establish the habit?"  She grins.  And then, still grinning, she pricks a finger on the sharp point of the crystal set in her jaw and uses a few drops of blood to paint her lips.  It behaves considerably more like actual cosmetics than blood should.
  On the way to the table, she comports herself so politely it's almost coquettish.  Her wings are large, though, and she has to stretch them behind her through one doorway.  Admittedly, she could have ducked.  When she gets to the table though, she lifts a chair by the back and shakes it like you might shake a crumpled garment.  "አሻሽል."  She says it like an instruction—"Upgrade,"—and the fabulously opulent chaise lounge that lands on the floor has clearly obeyed.

  "I'm looking for someone rich and pretty.  Bonus points if he appreciates keeping his neighbors out of his... affairs."  If etiquette had suggested reserve before, the way she pours herself onto her impromptu change to the decor now dispels any such illusion.  The furthest she strays from a demeanor of total entitlement is a glance down, then back up at the maitre d', and a perfunctory "Temporary." before she settles in.

  "But that's to consort with, not to drink, so I suppose I oughtn't burden you with the information."

She's pretty blunt even when she's working in innuendo.  Definitely part of her charm and not off-putting in the slightest.  Regardless, that is an eighth-level spell just to intimate that even being in this high-end nightclub is slumming it, for her.  Gotta bait just the right hook.
This message was last edited by the player at 09:59, Mon 30 Nov 2020.
GM
GM, 129 posts
Sat 5 Dec 2020
at 00:19
  • msg #32

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

The maitre d' nods and smiles, showing fangs that aren't even pretending to be human. "Oh, absolutely, we have a marvelous dryad on tap - notes of maple and cinnamon, with a lovely aroma to it. Quite invigorating, if I do say so myself, pairs nicely with a little vinegar to give it that extra zing." The table is small, a table for two set at the edge of the room by the dance floor. The maitre d' shows impressively little reaction to the magic.

"Certainly, certainly. Far be it from me to gossip, but just between us, that's Miss Erika Tornal over there, such a shame how her family has fallen on hard times in the past few years - don't you believe her if she says she's turning their fortunes around. And he's Varen Raknel - not from a good family, but he's made quite a name for himself in merchant circles lately, I believe he's an estate in the country now." His tone drips contempt as he says the word "merchant," somehow, despite being utterly mild and polite. He passes her order to a server and smiles at her. "May I get you anything else, my dear?"
Shovash Godsbane
player, 56 posts
Wed 9 Dec 2020
at 00:21
  • msg #33

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

  She waves nonchalantly at the question.  "No, no, you've been wonderful.  I love Nidal's natural splendor, you know?  I can't wait to see more of it.  And the parvenu seem to be in rare bloom this year."  When the first-line bouncer masquerading as a butler finally leave, Shovash...

  Shovash waits.  Shovash never waits.  But she does, now.  It would be ludicrous to call her subtle; she is a succubus built on an orc's frame, magic running so bright and fevered through her blood that she actually outshines the conjuration aura of her own sheer negligee, which is all she now wears for lounging like Calistria Herself in what is also Nidal's most chic nightclub.  But she is there for quarry, and there he is, but put she stays.  And waits.  The dryad must have really sounded good.  And while she waits, she smokes, personally, entertaining herself with the eddies and ripples she makes as she moves.
This message was last edited by the player at 00:28, Thu 10 Dec 2020.
GM
GM, 131 posts
Fri 11 Dec 2020
at 03:52
  • msg #34

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

The server (who, judging from the bites and the collar, is himself on tap tonight) returns a surprisingly short time later, leading a leaf-haired woman with the characteristic glazed look of the heavily enchanted. She doesn't struggle, and approaches easily, her warm brown skin marked with scars seemingly everywhere. She smiles dreamily as she sees Shovash. Whatever spells they have her under, they must be strong ones, or else she's heavily conditioned - she almost seems excited at the prospect of being drunk from.

At the same time, Varen approaches, looking at Shovash from a few tables away with a smile that emphasizes rather than hiding the fangs. He is a very typical dhampir in appearance - pale, gaunt, handsome in a wan fashion - but dressed in exceptionally fine clothing, rich shades of violet and charcoal gray that flatter his pale complexion surprisingly well. Tailored to fit, of course. One does not wear clothing that doesn't fit well, when one is noveau rich with something to prove.
Shovash Godsbane
player, 57 posts
Sun 13 Dec 2020
at 19:24
  • msg #35

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

  To be fair to the boy, Shovash hasn't worn something not magically tailored to show something off for as long as the psychic singularity back at the compound has known her. The negligee is no exception, and it shows off more or less everything. Between gets precisely enough direct attention to let him know she's aware of his attention; one doesn't give away more than that if one is talking the hunt seriously. And a queen is not beholden to her courtiers.

  The dryad has the great bulk of her attention instead; Shovash pulls her down into the chaise facing the same direction, back arched in pantomime ecstasy over the demon's swollen belly. Shovash takes her time securing the fairy girl—one hand on her throat and tail entangling her legs. But the dryad was writhing within seconds then, one hand dreamily stroking the one on her neck. With her free hand, Shovash finally looked up for more than an instant and beckons for the sharp young man to approach them.
This message was last edited by the player at 06:11, Sun 20 Dec 2020.
GM
GM, 133 posts
Sun 20 Dec 2020
at 01:15
  • msg #36

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

The dryad writhes, squirming, gasping, despite having no clear reason to - that hand on her neck is clearly getting to her intensely. More than a few of the dancers and diners nearby are watching by now, curious as to what exactly Shovash is doing.

Varen is among them, and at the gesture he murmurs a few words to the person he was chatting with and then steps closer. The dhampir watches closely, smiling at the dryad's writhing. "Good evening, madame. May I join you?" His voice is smooth and polite, with a faint accent to his Common. At her nod, he slides in on the dryad's other side, stroking her cheek with one hand.

"It's so rare to see someone else taking their time about drinking," he says, his eyes gliding over Shovash quite openly before returning to the dryad. "So many people just treat it as a chore to get out of the way."
Shovash Godsbane
player, 58 posts
Fri 25 Dec 2020
at 00:33
  • msg #37

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

  Even her laugh sounds hungry. She raises the fairy girl's chin, her hand briefly glowing the kind of white that burns, as she does so. It really is a gorgeous throat, she reveals when she moves her hand to a breast. "The maitre d' told me to look out for you. He warned me, said you were headstrong. Ambitious. The kind of Young Chel who makes waves. He said it like I should avoid you."

  Shovash grins, and her (mismatched) pair of sharp, prominent teeth shine as they catch the low light. "It must be terribly boring, trying to keep the world the same. Bit of sap? I was just about to spice it. Orcish specialty."

If you can think of a better parallel for "Young Turk", I'm all ears.
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GM
GM, 134 posts
Sat 26 Dec 2020
at 05:02
  • msg #38

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

"I consider that a compliment. It means that I'm doing what I set out to do." Varen says, moving closer, stroking his hand along the dryad's neck. "If I weren't scaring people like old Assarno, I wouldn't be living, would I?"

His smile shows teeth more clearly for just a moment before they're buried in the dryad's neck. Her writhing intensifies and she moans, sounding almost erotically thrilled at the sensation of having the dhampir drinking from her veins while she's stretched over Shovash.

And then the spells break, and she screams, a loud scream of confusion, terror, agony, and a strange, twisted pleasure. She thrashes but is completely unable to break the grip Shovash has on her, and her gyrations only serve to drive the teeth further in. She starts sobbing, gasping for air between sobs, whimpering and shaking.
Shovash Godsbane
player, 59 posts
Wed 30 Dec 2020
at 05:27
  • msg #39

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

  This is when she gets what she wanted, it seems, from the way Shovash loosens her shoulders and tilts her head to hear better.  "What would you give to end this?" she coos in the fairy's ear.  Her sylvan sounds like she learned it from a zephyr.  "Do you want to go back to your tree?  Or do you want to go back to the bliss?  Decide quickly."
GM
GM, 135 posts
Sun 3 Jan 2021
at 08:01
  • msg #40

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

The dryad whimpers, moans in pain, continuing to thrash ineffectually as Varen tightens his grip on her, helping Shovash hold her in place (as though Shovash needs help).

"I...I would give...please, make it stop, I want to go...I don't understand..." And then the dryad's voice cuts out, and she answers in a clearer way, her hips gyrating once again. It seems that even without the magic, the conditioning she's been given is enough to have her reflexively reaching for pleasure from the pain and the sensation of her vital fluids draining out of her body.

Her climax comes quickly, and has little to mark it but her body going limp and a slight stain on the demoness's lap, and the slightest whimper as Varen drinks a little more from her.
Shovash Godsbane
player, 60 posts
Sun 3 Jan 2021
at 14:48
  • msg #41

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

  "There you go, darling. That's what I want you to remember having done, for the rest of a very long life. Ah, Varen, careful there. I must have had half a pint already and we wouldn't want her drying up." With a few "words" of the sort only qlippoths make, Shovash points the dryad's battered heart at the shelter of her handlers. They might complain of the extra work, but they ought to be more put out at the suggestion they needed the help.

  "I know, I know, public clubs are such a bore. But what can you do?" The hand no longer casting spells glides up his shoulder and through his hair with an especially affectionate touch. But then, he is suckling not far from her breast, and she looks like there's probably a habit built up.
GM
GM, 136 posts
Sat 9 Jan 2021
at 14:03
  • msg #42

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

The dryad shudders further, her features going back to a smile of lost bliss as Shovash reweaves the magic around her mind. Varen just smiles as Shovash strokes his hair, finishing his drink and coming up for air. The troubles of being only halfway undead, perhaps.

"Ah, thank you, that did hit the spot," he says, his voice quite cheerful, as he takes a cloth and dabs reddish sap away from his mouth. "You do have taste, my dear, quite pleasant company. I don't think I've seen you around these parts before, it's such a shame we were missing out. I do have business to attend to at my estate, though - I was only in town to finalize some of the fine details."
Shovash Godsbane
player, 61 posts
Fri 29 Jan 2021
at 13:45
  • msg #43

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

  "Ohh, an estate~" On one hand, there's no way the... whatever she styles herself... is young and inexperienced enough to be impressed by tracts of land. Why, she has some enormous ones herself. On the other, it is the kind of game that works even better when it doesn't fool anyone. There's a wicked gleam developing in her eye.

  "Even more of a threat than Assarno let on, I see... Have you been there long? You'd have to be able to imagine it very clearly for me to get us there. Or, well, hmm." Whatever had crossed her mind, she seems to be cross at the thought. Her face softens before she focuses on him again, though. "I suppose I assume too much. But, then, why did you come over to meet me?"
GM
GM, 137 posts
Sat 30 Jan 2021
at 21:17
  • msg #44

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

<purple>"You seemed so intriguing, and novel. I simply couldn't resist. If you do n't mind waiting for a bit while I finish my business, I'd love some company this evening."<purple> His grin is sharp.
Shovash Godsbane
player, 62 posts
Tue 2 Feb 2021
at 22:55
  • msg #45

In the Season of Ravening Shadows

  "...oooOOhhhhh," said Shovash, emphasizing the shape it put her lips in.  "Now I see.  You're more deliberate than I expected.  I appreciate that."  It wasn't clear at all what sort of appreciation that was, given the free-floating layers of innuendo, but her voice still sounded hungry.  She turned away and sat up with a motion that slapped the heavy talons of her tail against his shoulder.

  "I came to dance.  You have until I'm bored of it."  She shrugged as she sauntered toward the floor, ceding space only as far as to take her wingspan with her to the edge of the room.
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