Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
Quinn, Edvan, Hilmdyn, Rovan
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The roar of the crowd above blocked the sound of the fighting that broke out on the ground floor. Edvan and Rovan attacked first, with staff and axe, but only managed to push the lead cultist out of the way in order to allow Hilmdyn and Quinn to enter the room. Hildmyn brained a second cultist on the top of the head with his warhammer, bringing him down after a wet, sickening crunch while Quinn travelled surprisingly fast along the left flank and gutted a second cultist with his cutlass. The lone survivor who had opened the door responded clumsily, his counterattack easily deflected by Edvan's shield, while the large fighter responded with a hand-axe to the man's neck, which erupted in a shower of blood.
Hilmdyn, Edvan, and Quinn donned the robes of the men they had so speedily dispatched, while Rovan did the same by grabbing a dark robe on a nearby hanger. This first room was twenty foot square and lit by several lanterns and stone steps lead upstairs to a higher level. Two wooden doors stood on the left and right. The four walked up the steps to see a large hall. This was a huge room with a ramp on the northern wall that led to a circular dais overlooking a semi-circlular pit. The pit was only slightly depressed, perhaps only three feet deep, while the center of the dais rested a stone altar with strange humanoid creatures carved in various scenes of writhing ecstacy. The hall was filled with men and women holding candles and wearing robes that covered most of their forms, though the occasional glimpse of nudity was revealed beneath the robes. The light from their candles caused the humanoid carvings along the altar to appear as if they were moving.
The dais also had a four small pillars and a canopy. The ceiling was open at its center, revealing the sun's last beams over the horizon. Stairs led up to this third floor, so that priests could throw a tarp over the ceiling when the weather was poor, although the third floor possessed celebrators who acted in orgiastic lust while watching a show on the dais. More moved to join them from the second floor. It seemed as if most of the cultists were older men that led several women, most of whom were younger and appeared in a drunken or drugged state.
On top of the dais the four invaders noticed the show that caused so much of the crowd's attention. Lola danced on the dais with glazed-over eyes, wearing nothing but a see-through glossamer dress that shimmered in the light of the candles. In each of her hands was a curled asp wrapped nearly into ball-shapes, which somehow seemed hypnotized by the steady, rythmic movements of her hand and non-violent. The dance itself was erotic and focused on movements of the hips, causing the crowd to respond with bawdy hoots and lustful sighs. She seemed to her four friends as if drunk, and not of her own mind. A pudgy man in purple robes led her to the altar, where he offered for her to lay down while pulling a long, curved knife from the folds of his robe. The crowd grew more excited... the climax of the show neared... [/sblock]
Lola
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Rovan understands your concern, and offers for you to lay down. Somehow you are back in your room, dancing with the globes. You don't recall how you got back to the house, but the bed does beckon. At least Rovan cared about bringing you home...
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The roar of the crowd above blocked the sound of the fighting that broke out on the ground floor. Edvan and Rovan attacked first, with staff and axe, but only managed to push the lead cultist out of the way in order to allow Hilmdyn and Quinn to enter the room. Hildmyn brained a second cultist on the top of the head with his warhammer, bringing him down after a wet, sickening crunch while Quinn travelled surprisingly fast along the left flank and gutted a second cultist with his cutlass. The lone survivor who had opened the door responded clumsily, his counterattack easily deflected by Edvan's shield, while the large fighter responded with a hand-axe to the man's neck, which erupted in a shower of blood.
Hilmdyn, Edvan, and Quinn donned the robes of the men they had so speedily dispatched, while Rovan did the same by grabbing a dark robe on a nearby hanger. This first room was twenty foot square and lit by several lanterns and stone steps lead upstairs to a higher level. Two wooden doors stood on the left and right. The four walked up the steps to see a large hall. This was a huge room with a ramp on the northern wall that led to a circular dais overlooking a semi-circlular pit. The pit was only slightly depressed, perhaps only three feet deep, while the center of the dais rested a stone altar with strange humanoid creatures carved in various scenes of writhing ecstacy. The hall was filled with men and women holding candles and wearing robes that covered most of their forms, though the occasional glimpse of nudity was revealed beneath the robes. The light from their candles caused the humanoid carvings along the altar to appear as if they were moving.
The dais also had a four small pillars and a canopy. The ceiling was open at its center, revealing the sun's last beams over the horizon. Stairs led up to this third floor, so that priests could throw a tarp over the ceiling when the weather was poor, although the third floor possessed celebrators who acted in orgiastic lust while watching a show on the dais. More moved to join them from the second floor. It seemed as if most of the cultists were older men that led several women, most of whom were younger and appeared in a drunken or drugged state.
On top of the dais the four invaders noticed the show that caused so much of the crowd's attention. Lola danced on the dais with glazed-over eyes, wearing nothing but a see-through glossamer dress that shimmered in the light of the candles. In each of her hands was a curled asp wrapped nearly into ball-shapes, which somehow seemed hypnotized by the steady, rythmic movements of her hand and non-violent. The dance itself was erotic and focused on movements of the hips, causing the crowd to respond with bawdy hoots and lustful sighs. She seemed to her four friends as if drunk, and not of her own mind. A pudgy man in purple robes led her to the altar, where he offered for her to lay down while pulling a long, curved knife from the folds of his robe. The crowd grew more excited... the climax of the show neared... [/sblock]
Lola
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Rovan understands your concern, and offers for you to lay down. Somehow you are back in your room, dancing with the globes. You don't recall how you got back to the house, but the bed does beckon. At least Rovan cared about bringing you home...
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