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NOW LIVE! Into the Woods--new character species, eerie monsters, and haunting villains to populate the woodlands of your D&D games.
JA's - The Prince's Own
- Thread starter J. Alexander
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Thanee
First Post
Kyra
“I hope not... let's see.”
Kyra sits up and waits a moment before she leaves the bed to stand on her legs, testing her steadiness for a while. When she can, she then changes her clothes as has been asked of them to be ready to go to the bath.
“A bath... and food... that sounds exactly like what I could use now.”
“I hope not... let's see.”
Kyra sits up and waits a moment before she leaves the bed to stand on her legs, testing her steadiness for a while. When she can, she then changes her clothes as has been asked of them to be ready to go to the bath.
“A bath... and food... that sounds exactly like what I could use now.”
Declan
Declan was glad to be offered some food. In truth, he was starving. Who knew how many days it had been since he had last ate.
"Help me up, I want to sit on the bed," he said to the nearest nurse. It was lucky he had gone to kneel after standing on purpose, or it may have happened involuntarily. As the middle-aged woman helped him up, he heard the others speak. "I am Declan, for those that have displaced the memory from before with more poignant recollections. We give up our family names on entering the priesthood, but I was born Declan Rivers. I am most pleased to meet you all again."
He sat for a minute, remembering and gathering his strength. The petite, black haired woman who had been standing on the stage in a short negligee undressed without hesitation. Declan watched - she clearly didn't mind and she was quite fetching. A win for all concerned.
"I am ready to stand now," he directed to the nurse as the young lady turned away. Declan couldn't remember her name, or even if she'd introduced herself, he thought as the nurses strong arms lifted his small body by the armpits. He sighed, and began to undress himself, with a good deal more self-consciousness than the black haired girl. I wonder what happened to Mirandia. It would be cruel of the gods to take her life. Thinking of her brought memories of the earlier parts of the night back, and Declan's frail body betrayed his thoughts in full view of the rest of the room.
Declan was glad to be offered some food. In truth, he was starving. Who knew how many days it had been since he had last ate.
"Help me up, I want to sit on the bed," he said to the nearest nurse. It was lucky he had gone to kneel after standing on purpose, or it may have happened involuntarily. As the middle-aged woman helped him up, he heard the others speak. "I am Declan, for those that have displaced the memory from before with more poignant recollections. We give up our family names on entering the priesthood, but I was born Declan Rivers. I am most pleased to meet you all again."
He sat for a minute, remembering and gathering his strength. The petite, black haired woman who had been standing on the stage in a short negligee undressed without hesitation. Declan watched - she clearly didn't mind and she was quite fetching. A win for all concerned.
"I am ready to stand now," he directed to the nurse as the young lady turned away. Declan couldn't remember her name, or even if she'd introduced herself, he thought as the nurses strong arms lifted his small body by the armpits. He sighed, and began to undress himself, with a good deal more self-consciousness than the black haired girl. I wonder what happened to Mirandia. It would be cruel of the gods to take her life. Thinking of her brought memories of the earlier parts of the night back, and Declan's frail body betrayed his thoughts in full view of the rest of the room.
Scotley
Hero
Henry rises with considerable difficulty and undresses without shame. He is more curious to see if there is any visible sign of the punishment he knows he took than interested in covering up. His tall muscular frame still requires the support of a bedpost to stay upright. He has a few minor scars suggesting he has been in a scrape or too in his relatively young life. He asks for no help though it would have made this easier. He eases into the robe and looks to the others and says "I am Henry Northantis," a bit sheepishly wondering if any will chastise him for opening the box. "Gods is anybody else as hungry as I am?"
J. Alexander
First Post
As you begin to change clothes, each notices that their bodies are extremely bruised and tender. Dark blue black discolorations and soreness are along the rib cage and chest area while on your stomach there is a black/blood red discloation. At first it is somewhat easy to move, but as you progress and begin to actual work the muscles and body sharp pains stab in the areas causing you to catch your breath.
When ever one has the robe on, they are assisted perhaps 50 feet or to a very large pool, large enough to accomodate ten or so people. Steam rises from the water as well as the overpowering smell of camphor and ecultaypus.
"No standing on modesty, there is little time, orders are to get you into the water as quickly as possible..not time for private baths.
When ever one has the robe on, they are assisted perhaps 50 feet or to a very large pool, large enough to accomodate ten or so people. Steam rises from the water as well as the overpowering smell of camphor and ecultaypus.
"No standing on modesty, there is little time, orders are to get you into the water as quickly as possible..not time for private baths.
Yevas lets his robe fall to the floor and, with some difficulty, he gets into the pool. Although there are a pair of undressed, comely females, he is too bruised both physically and mentally to want to take advantage of the situation. That doesn't mean he doesn't have a good look as the girls disrobe.
Thanee
First Post
Kyra
“As if we have never seen a naked body...” Kyra comments, shrugging her shoulders as she lets her robe fall to the ground without hesitation. She has never been bashful or shy about these things and while she knows that modesty had its place, too, this surely wasn't the time for it.
She stands next to the bath for a moment, examining her own wound marks.
“It hurts. Hopefully this helps.”
Then she carefully sits down at the edge and lets herself glide into the water.
“As if we have never seen a naked body...” Kyra comments, shrugging her shoulders as she lets her robe fall to the ground without hesitation. She has never been bashful or shy about these things and while she knows that modesty had its place, too, this surely wasn't the time for it.
She stands next to the bath for a moment, examining her own wound marks.
“It hurts. Hopefully this helps.”
Then she carefully sits down at the edge and lets herself glide into the water.
Declan
Declan smiled as the diminutive raven haired lady spoke. He had met some wonderful girls since arriving in town. "Indeed, but seldom do I see one as attractive and well proportioned as yours," he replied. "Sadly my own is not in the same league as yours," he gestured downward towards his long, scrawny skinny legs, slightly protruding (and now blue-black) stomach and thin arms. With embarassment he realised he was still aroused while talking about her body, and hoped she wouldn't miscontrue things. To cover his embarassment he kept talking. "Now the good sir Henry here has physical muscles like my twin brother. I hope he excersises his mind more, however. Not that Brian sets the bar very high."
The nurse had to help him limp from the bed to the huge steaming bath, and then de-robed him again. Declan waved her away afterwards. "I will get in myself. Some things a man must do for himself." Gingerly he began to lower his battered body into a sitting position on the edge of the bath. With a grunt and a grimace of pain he pushed off and floated a little way out. Swimming had always been enjoyable for Declan - it was the one physical activity that his brother could not out-compete him in. Mostly because technique is more important than brute strength, he thought.
Declan smiled as the diminutive raven haired lady spoke. He had met some wonderful girls since arriving in town. "Indeed, but seldom do I see one as attractive and well proportioned as yours," he replied. "Sadly my own is not in the same league as yours," he gestured downward towards his long, scrawny skinny legs, slightly protruding (and now blue-black) stomach and thin arms. With embarassment he realised he was still aroused while talking about her body, and hoped she wouldn't miscontrue things. To cover his embarassment he kept talking. "Now the good sir Henry here has physical muscles like my twin brother. I hope he excersises his mind more, however. Not that Brian sets the bar very high."
The nurse had to help him limp from the bed to the huge steaming bath, and then de-robed him again. Declan waved her away afterwards. "I will get in myself. Some things a man must do for himself." Gingerly he began to lower his battered body into a sitting position on the edge of the bath. With a grunt and a grimace of pain he pushed off and floated a little way out. Swimming had always been enjoyable for Declan - it was the one physical activity that his brother could not out-compete him in. Mostly because technique is more important than brute strength, he thought.
Scotley
Hero
Henry makes his way to the bath and lets the robe fall from his shoulders as he gingerly eases toward the water. He responds to Declan's comments. He rambles a bit being somewhat nervous in the presence of nude women. "Perhaps more muscles means more aches and pains, for I feel as if I have been well and truly trounced. Not since arms master Piecell introduced me to the wonders of the quarterstaff have I been this sore. As for exercising the brain, just now I'd rather have something to dull it." Seeing the source of Declan's embarrassment he ducks into the water quickly lest he experience a similar response. The quick movement was unwise and he hiss with a sharp intake of breath from the pain. Then sighs as the hot water helps at least a little.
