>>34852021

The butler exchanges pleasantries with That Fucker before the two of them leave to go about whatever tasks they have planned for the day. No doubt That Fucker means to torment the innocent and engage in all manner of debauchery this city of sin peddles on the streets. And no doubt your arms and armor will be disposed of... but first things first:

Escape.
>See if you can't break the manacles. (Roll 1d20+6)
>See if you can't break the chain. (Roll 1d20+6)
>See if you can't get yourself some slack. (Roll 1d20+5)
>[WRITE IN]

Rolled 3 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>34852030
>See if you can't break the chain. (Roll 1d20+6

Rolled 15 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>34852030
>See if you can't break the manacles. (Roll 1d20+6)
Let's see if we can get an arm free

>>34852030
Hey OP change your voting system to
>Select action

And then when the action wins ask for a roll then. That way, people wouldn't just bandwagon on the winning roll.

Rolled 1 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>34852030
>>See if you can't get yourself some slack. (Roll 1d20+5)

>>34852091
My plans are to only consider the best of the first three d20 rolls anyways (Nat 1s cancelling criticals), so the point is moot.

Rolled 17 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>34852030
Pull self up to the ceiling with awesome paladin strength, basically just an upside-down pullup. Climb up the chain if need be, but basements don't usually have vaulted ceilings. They'll regret just letting your feet dangle instead of attaching them to the ground.

Use new vantage point with feet on the ceiling to push, much easier to pull chains out of walls with a push. You might even be able to just un-screw the chain. Either way, you now have a chain-weapon and should be free.

>>34852114
See that's not a very good system man because the action is only decided by a roll, not the players. The other way makes it so that there's a consensus on actions making the players have an actual say, rather than just taking the winning roll.

>>34852188
Not what I meant.
Players roll the dice. Concensus get chosen, but the highest of the D20s gets used for said consensus.

>>34852206
Letting players decide consensus before rolling would make things less messy as like I said, players that would just join in wouldn't just vote on the winning vote but the action that sounds best to them. And then ending the vote with "Ok let's see some rolls, best of three"

>>34852260
Aight, I'll switch to that from here on out.

Calling it for Chain Breaking, as >>34852158 amounts to how it would have gone anyways. I'll still be using the 15 for it.

>>34852114
In addition, in a situation like this where the first roll is a nat 1, is there any reason to even keep throwing ideas out there? Are you going to just take the first critical or nat-1 that appears unless they get cancelled, or are you taking votes and rolls somehow?

>>34852347
Nat 1s cancel the critical bonus from Nat 20s, that's all. They won't be counted unless you manage to get three of them in a row.

>>34852021
Are you the OP of the original quest?

>>34852616
Nope.

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[Roll: 15 +6 Strength, +2 Circumstance]
[Result: 23]
[Burst DC for Iron Chain: 26]
[Failure!]

That Fucker and his friend made a critical error.

They forgot to do anything to restrain your legs. It's a simple enough task to pull your body off the ground, a feat of strength that you would have been capable of even a week into your monastic training. You don't get much distance to work with, unfortunately, as the ceiling is only high enough that you can wrap the chain around yourself once before you reach the ceiling. The chain disappears into a hole in the wall, which sparks a bit of annoyance in you as you had hoped to be able to yank whatever hook it connected to from the wall.

But it seems that the Noble who owns this manor has more than enough experience in keeping her prisoners imprisoned. No matter - you let yourself fall.

Spinning down is less than pleasant. So is the sudden jerk as the chain snaps taught and your body flings itself at the floor, pulling at your wrists which refuse to slip through the steel and leather manacles about them. More annoying is the fact that the chain didn't snap - though you could almost feel something weaken in your bindings. Either that, or your imagining things; both are quite possible.

>Choose an action
>>Give it another go! (Take 20)
>>Try to get yourself some slack.
>>Try to pull the manacles apart.
>>[WRITE IN]

>>34852861
>>>Try to pull the manacles apart.

Rolled 1 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>34852861
>>Give it another go! (Take 20)
It's not like we could nat 1 twice

>>34852861
>Try to get yourself some slack.

>>34852952
I can only laugh at you

>>34852861
>Take 20

THIS CHAIN SHALL NOT GET THE BEST OF A PALADIN

SMITE

CHAIN

Rolled 16 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>34852861
>>>Give it another go! (Take 20)
Fuck this place

>>34852952
>tempting the dice gods

Rolled 15 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>34852861
>>Give it another go! (Take 20)
Here I go...

>>34852952
>>34853001
>>34853031
http://www.d20srd.org/srd/skills/usingSkills.htm#taking20

>>34852861
>>>>Give it another go! (Take 20)

>>34852861
>Try to pull the manacles apart.

Calling it for taking twenty on the break check.

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[Strength Check: Take Twenty]
[20+6 Strength+2 Circumstance = 28]
[Burst DC Iron Chain: 26]
[Success!]

Well, if at first you don't succeed, try, try again.

And try you do. It's a long, weary process that carries on for longer than you would have liked - more than once, you are forced to call upon the strength of your God, and receive a Mercy to the Fatigued. Exhaustion comes and goes as you rise and fall and lay hands upon yourself for what may well have been hours on end, but the ache in your wrists and the mark of the chain wrapped tightly round your waist only deepen. But you go on, because the very idea of stopping, of giving up and giving into being used, abused, and broken is alien to you. With that in mind, you wrap the chain around yourself agan, and throw yourself from the ceiling.

This time it breaks. Maybe it caught itself on something sharp, and a bit of the chain was cut through and bent just enought to let you free; or maybe the weakest link simply shattered from what must have been hours of repeated shock and strain. In any case, you fall to the ground with a ten foot length of chain bound to your wrists, the cold kiss of the stone floor sending a shock across your skin. You push yourself up from the ground - breaking the chain was but the first step towards freedom. Now you have to escape from the cell.

Unfortunately, you seem to have acquired an audience watching from the shadows sometime in your struggles.

"Ah, Miss Blue," the voice from the darkness addresses you with the name That Fucker gave you. It's feminine and flat, the little quip of nervousness at the beginning wholly artificial and alien to her tone. "That chain was a cherised momento from the Mistress's youth. It won't be hard to replace, She will be rather wroth that you broke it."

>>34853609
With the slight creak of a well oiled door, a woman steps into your view. Like 'Amelia' earlier, you can't place her age - she could be twenty, or she could be fifty. The grey in her hair suggests the latter, but her girlish face suggests the former. In either case, she wears the garments of a maid, cut scandalously low and short and paired with a wide leather collar about her neck.

"The Mistress informed me that you were staying in this cell for an unspecified duration," she drones, pulling some manner of platter from a pocket in her skirts. "Meals shall be delivered thrice a day, provided you behave yourself."

>>Choose an action.
>Thank the woman and examine the platter.
>Knock the woman out and see if she has a set of keys.
>Try to escape behind the woman.
>[WRITE IN]

>>34853626
>Thank the woman and examine the platter.
The food is probably suspect, but it still has uses.

>>34853626
>Try to escape behind the woman.

>>34853664
seconding, strike up a conversation about her peesence here maybe?

>>34853626
>>Knock the woman out and see if she has a set of keys.

>>34853664
>>34853689
Calling for these.

Could I get three rolls of 3d20, please?

Rolled 17, 11, 13 = 41 (3d20)

>>34853819

Rolled 7, 4, 6 = 17 (3d20)

>>34853819

Rolled 5, 2, 20 = 27 (3d20)

>>34853819

>>34853849
yessss, I hope that 20 means somethinggoos

>>34852021
Fuck yes, so glad to see Quinn and Blue's adventures continue, hopefully we go full ABC and go roving the countryside with Quinn as his blackguard. I'm on my phone at work, so can't participate, but thanks for running this OP

>>34853897
>ABC
A Black Comedy? What ever happened with that? I miss it.

>>34853897
I concur, OP implied that that would be where it could head in the QTG, so I hope we do go with that.

>>34853938
Yeah, A Black Comedy.
QM made himself uncomfortable by popping a chubby to the edgy smut, and quit. Twice.

>>34853938
Well anon, miss it nomore seeing as this is a continuation of sorts of it

>>34853963
>QM made himself uncomfortable by popping a chubby to the edgy smut, and quit. Twice.
He go past thread 4? That's all that's archived under the A Black Comedy tag.
>>34853990
I'll just be lurking to see if this one will catch my interest.

>>34854008
On anonkun. It's all deleted now, though. One of the downsides of anonkun.

>>34854027
Oh for fuck's sake. Fuck that place with a rusty rake found in the barren fields of Ukraine.

>>34854008
>He go past thread 4

Yeah, I don't know what got archived where, but he did a first run on /tg/, had a shitstorm over forcing the MC to turn into a succubus and dropped it. Rebooted it a while later, where the players just chose to turn into a succubus without railroading, then dropped it again due to discomfort.

He then rebooted on Anonkun, but early on - before/during the fight where we captured Blue the first time IIRC - he freaked out after realizing that writing the murder-rape of the half-orc cleric got him hard, and deleted everything.

>>34854039
The site didn't delete it, they are damn liberal with content, he deleted it himself. That's the downside of akun, the QM can delete everything whenever they want and it isn't archived and can't be recovered.

>>34854064
https://archive.moe/tg/search/subject/a%20black%20comedy/

>>34854077
No, you misunderstand me. I mean 'fuck that place' in general.

I'm going to sleep now. Enjoy your thread & I'll see what happened in the morning.

>>34854104
What did Akun do to you?

>>34854129
It raped my mother. Pretty sure it had a lance or spear of sort at the time. It's mostly leftover from all that 'Go/come to anonkun!' shit forever ago. See the name and automatically go 'Ah, THAT place'.

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[Perception: 17+0=17]
[Failure vs Spotting the Symbol]
[Will: 11+7=18]
[Failure vs Sleep]
[Will: Natural 20]
[Success vs Addiction]

You almost want to reject the platter of food outright. No doubt the mistress of this household ordered her chef to do something suspicious to it that would hamper any escape plans you might make. But your stomach growls in protest - you haven't had anything to eat since That Fucker fed you... whatever the hell it was last night. You'd like to hope he was joking about the part where it was made of your comrades, but you still feel sick everytime you think about it. Like now.

Fortunately, the gag around your mouth prevents you from throwing up.

You don't miss the smirk around the woman's face as she opens the platter to you, revealing a steaming pile of eggs and sausages and all sorts of things that can't help but make your mouth water. Every ounce of concentration you can muster is put towards staring through the food and at the silver of the platter, which has such a lovely pattern. Beautiful, so beautiful that you can't for the life of you peel your eyes away. Something about it makes you drowsy, singing a soft lullaby to your soul as the woman leans in uncomfortably close, her breasts pressing against yours as she undoes your gag.

Her finger lightly presses against your lips, pulling your mouth open, dragging your mind deeper and deeper into the haze within which it has been caught. She takes a swig of something purple, and then forces her tongue into your mouth with a deep kiss, the fluid running down your float and filling your head with butterflies. A little lullaby sings across your mind, "Open wide~", as the maid picks up one of the sausages and forces it gently into your mouth. Your last conscious thought is of how delicious it tastes.

>>34854300

---

You wake to the sensatio of a stream of warm liquid splashing you in the face. It soaks your hair with a foul and nitrous smell, and stings your eyes when you try to open them. When you can finally see, it's no one other than That Fucker, naked as the day whatever foul womb spat him out, grinning that sadistic grin of his. The maid is flanking him, her outfit gone save the collar, and his free hand holds a girl too small to contemplate whilst the other toys with a knife.

"Morning, Miss Blue!" He cheers, "Guess what time it is?"

>Choos response and Roll 1d20
>>Witty
>>Intimidating
>>Pleading (for the child)
>>[WRITE IN]

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>34854315
>>>Pleading (for the child)

So is he not a succubus?

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>34854315
>>Pleading (for the child)
Did we just get pissed on?

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>34854315
>Pleading (for the child)

>>34854328
He could still be an have just shape-shifted.

>>34854328
Quinn? Yeah - everything through thread 4 is canon, and the ritual is assumed to have gone through and given him knowledge of his powers.
Three guesses who the loli is. Hint: She's married.

>>34854348
That is what is implied, yes. Quinn is not the nicest of people.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>34854315
>Pleading (for the child)

>>34854370
>Three guesses who the loli is. Hint: She's married.
The other succubus want's to help him fuck with us?

>>34854370
>>That is what is implied, yes. Quinn is not the nicest of people.
Glorious.

Seems to be some relative unanimity regarding the vote, so moving forward...

>>34854370
>Quinn? Yeah - everything through thread 4 is canon, and the ritual is assumed to have gone through and given him knowledge of his powers.

Well, this pretty bad for Miss Blue. Before the Succubusing she might've stood a chance of getting away if she got lucky and got a head start. Between flight speed, greater teleport, and the bevy of other bonuses she's even worse off than before.

Embracing our inner murderhobo is becoming a more appealing option.

>>34854492
>Embracing our inner murderhobo is becoming a more appealing option.
man when we fall and become Quinn's Blackguard, its going to be so awesome, but we're going to put up a fight and make it worth it though

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[Diplomacy: Natural 20]
[Success?]

You look at the child. A girl dressed in a tattered white sundress, she can't be older than you were when the baron of your village took you as a "cupbearer". She has the same look you did when his men took you from your parents, and brought you before the seat of the barony, fear, terror and disgust trade places as her gaze goes from the maid, to That Fucker, to you. You know how empty those eyes will become if you don't do something - anything - to get her away from this place and keep her safe. Your own eyes were just as empty in your youth, before the Justicars deposed of the corrupt lord and saved you from his slithering, wandering hands.

You have your doubts that Quinn's hands will just wander...

"I see..." you say, a sad smile spreading across your face. Even if your shield can't protect the girl, you'll do what you can. "I suppose its time for me to do everything in my power to protect that child from you, isn't it? Take me, then, violate me as you will. My life and whatever purity I claim is nothing compared to the life of a child, so I will suffer whatever degradation you see fit to put me through, so long as the girl gets to go free."

The room's composure breaks. What you just said seems to have thrown That Fucker through a loop, as he can't quite decide whether he wants to continue spewing whatever filth he had planned, or whether to break down laughing. The maid continues to stare blankly at you, some sort of fluid running down her legs as she contemplates whatever it is that runs through her mind. The child, though, she looks at you neither with continued fear nor relief. Rather, she seems to be amused by this entire turn of events.

"Crassie and Tepes," the foul names of two of the dark twelve sound wrong upon the tongue of a girl so young, especially with so much amusement behind them. "You sure know how to pick 'em, Quinn. This right here, that's gotta be the whitest of the white knights."

>>34854789

"Augusta~!" That Fucker groans, but seems just as amused as he is put off. "You ruined the charade! It was supposed to be a sadistic choice..."

>Choose Action.
>>What.
>>Despair.
>>Oh great. The kid's either a vampire or a demon.
>>[Write in]

>>34854809
>>What.

>>34854809
>Despair.

>>34854809
>>>What.
>>>Despair.

>>34854809
>>Oh great. The kid's either a vampire or a demon.

>>34854809
I'm going to have to put one in for
>>What.

phone anon from before here, OP, can you get a twitter for this?

>>34854809
>>Despair.

>>34854809
>Oh great. The kid's either a vampire or a demon.

"I'm going to kill both of you. Whether it takes cold iron or silver."

>>34854809
>>>Oh great. The kid's either a vampire or a demon.

Calling it for a mix of What and Despair.

... follow by the "Oh Great," apparently.

>>34854965
https://twitter.com/MissBlueQM

>>34854809
>>Oh great. The kid's either a vampire or a demon.

So do I need to read through the original for this?

>>34855209
Not really

>>34855209
it would help, and its not a lot to read through, it helps set the tone and let you know the characters and gives context for this, and our talk of going blackguard for Quinn wouldn't make much sense without reading them

but no, not necessary, though this anon would recommend it, just to experience ABC in all is glory before diving into this

>>34855209
Well I have no idea what's going on. Prior knowledge may have steered my vote away from taking the food, if glamours were known to be possible.

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"What?" you ask no one in particular. The maid shrugs.

"Yeah, a sadistic choice that would have ended in me getting stabbed," the young girl drawls, slinking out of her clothing with a practiced ease that betrays her inhuman nature. She stares at you with half lidded eyes filled with unbound and unbridled lust. "And not in a way that's fun, either. You know how much it hurts to get sent back to the lower planes the hard way? Let me tell you, not the most pleasant experience in the world. It's like getting fucked dry, except the cocks are all pointy and there's a hell of a lot more blood."

She stares you straight in the eye, giving That Fucker's manhood a long and sensuous lick which ends in a sloppy kiss, her tongue swirling round its head twice and leaving a trail of saliva that connects her lips to his tip. A slight bounce to her hip, matched with a stretch that dislays her non-existant breasts, a mocking little smirk as her hands go down to her loins, as if she... No. She can't know that. That little succubus can't know the way... the way the baron trained you to enjoy your "duties" as his "cupbearer".

"But I think there's a way you can stab me, hmmm..." the girl purrs, stroking That Fucker's manhood and delighting in the way the light fades from your eyes, in realization that the girl you wanted to save is a demon. A demon who knows the worst of you. "A way you can 'stab' me that will cause our dear Miss Blue quite the distress. Especially if... Marie, attend to our little captive, will you? Make sure she enjoys every second of what she's watching, okay?"

The maid is on you like lightning, if lightning were made of a thousand hands and tongues.

>>34855451

And things crescendo out of your control. That Fucker fucks his little pet succubus, the succubus tries to play up your old insecurities and the way you used to be broken, and the maid does her duty far better than you would like to admit. But it's not the vulgar show that brings you to climax, or the hands that know exactly where to stroke and rub. No, it's one thought that burns its way into your soul, perhaps more violently than your deity would approve of. One thought that sustains you and drives you, and keeps you falling into the depths of despair.

"S-silver or c-cold iron..." you pant through your orgasm. "I'm g-going to k-kill you once I'm f-free."

>To be continued tomorrow afternoon?

>>34855465
boooo
4 hours is a pretty short run, mang.

>>34855465
>To be continued tomorrow afternoon?
Sure

>>34855494
I started it late at night. It can't be helped.

Hopefully the thread will still be alive when i wake up?

>>34855465
thanks for the thread OP, tomorrow sounds good, though I'll probably only catch the second half of the thread if its at the same time, either way, let us know what the plan is on twitter and post links to threads there when they go live please

>>34855494
4 hours is better than 0 hours anon

>>34855465
I'll probably be on /tg/ anyways, and I do want to see what happens to Blue next.

>>34855465
>To be continued tomorrow afternoon?
Sure thing, see ya then OP.

>>34855525
its got plenty of life left in it, only at 87 posts, a long way to bump limit, though if its not kept bumped and alive it might slid off the board overnight

>>34855549
4 hours ain't that long

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>mfw ABC gets a sequel and we're playing as Blue
Who do I sacrifice to make sure this lives? Fucking get back here OP.

>>34854077
QM can't delete either, it's just "unpublished"

Back.

Can you guys roll me 1d20, three times?

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>34859603

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>34859603

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>34859603
Welcome back man.

>>34859657
>>34859661
>>34859683
Alright, writing.

>>34859709
Nice to see you back OP.

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[Will Save: Rolled 15]
[15+4 Base+3 Charisma-1 Energy Drain = 21]
[Succubus Suggestion DC 22]
[Failure!]

"Awww, that's adorable," That Fucker grunts. He thrusts in and out of the childlike demon with a reckless abandon that should have left a girl her size screaming in agony, not moaning in pleasure like a wanton whore. You know this from experience - every time the baron took you was a night of pain and humiliation, until he marked you with the blackest of magics. "A declaration of such pure hatred... you're makin' me blush, Miss Blue. Real butterflies and shit - why, it's bringin' me back to my first time, when I took the baker's daughter atop her father's corpse. How nostalgic... though, she did have a bit more meat on her bones than Augusta here."

"It was your idea I take this form, Quinn," the succubus points out.

"Yeah, well, it was your idea to have me shag you without changing out of it," That Fucker grumbles, pawing at the girl's non-existant breasts. You'd laugh at his misery if you could, but the way the maid is lapping at your womanhood leaves you afraid to open it, lest you betray your own lust. "I mean, it's a great change of pace to have a kid what doesn't get her tears all over my armor when I shag them, but there's a reason I usually just gut 'em. I'm a breast man, I like tits - the bigger the better. Fucking someone as flat as you makes me feel like a priest pounding a shrine maiden; more power to 'em, but really, it's not my thing."

>>34860677

Your glare hardens to steel. Were you not bound and naked, were the maid's tongue not swirling around your womanhood and keeping you on the edge of orgasm, you would smite That Fucker until he killed you, or he was dead. He steps closer with every thrust, the little girl bouncing on his unreasonably large manhood with a smug and satisfied smile, every gasp and moan a reminder of the time in your youth when you were but a toy. Before long, the succubus girls can press herself into you, wrapping her arms around your neck and leaving your breast squeezed between you. You can feel That Fucker fucking her, the rhythm and the heat of her body stirring something in your gut, leaving you flushed and breathless as you stare into her eyes.

She smiles warmly at you, mother, sister, friend, and lover.

Her lips meet your own. Chastely, at first, the way two young girls might practice on each other while thinking of the boy they liked, though her head and lips bounce in time with the rhythm of That Fucker's manhood within her. You feel yourself melting away, as if your very sense of self was pulled out when she retracts her lips. With a moan, you beg for her to kiss you again, to fill your mind with warmth and melt your soul until you're nothing more than a puddle on the ground. She obliges immediately, shoving her tongue down your throat and drinking deeply of your soul.

>>34860693

She keeps her kiss on you for what might have been a minute or might have been an hour, and when it's over you can't help but feel weak, as if your inner strength has been drained. Your knees collapse and your mind clouds over with a pleasant haze. Something thick and meaty presses up against your face, slick with something that smelled strongly of the girl. It can't be helped... you lick it as if it were her tongue, desperately searching for that melty warmth that consumed you when you kissed. That warmth never comes, but the scent of her and someone else is almost enough for you, so you lick and kiss it until it pulls away, pointing at you.

Something warm and musky splatters accross your face just as the maid brings you to orgasm. They leave you hanging upon the cross like that, your face and your mind overwhelmed with That Fucker's delicious scent.

It's not until well after the stuff dries that you realize how disgusted you should be with yourself.

>>Roll 4d20.
>>Choose action.
>Rest, as much as you can. You're worn out.
>Try to pull yourself free from the cross.
>Try to make the cross tip over.
>[WRITE IN]

Rolled 4, 1, 4, 1 = 10 (4d20)

>>34860707
This resisting thing doesn't seem to be going very well huh. But we must persevere.
>Try to pull yourself free from the cross.

Rolled 6, 1, 8, 1 = 16 (4d20)

>>34860707
>>Try to pull yourself free from the cross.
This is great!

Rolled 9, 16, 11, 4 = 40 (4d20)

>>34860707
>Try to pull yourself free from the cross.

>>34860725
>>34860739
The dice gods demand two of those negative levels become permanent, I see...

Being Miss Blue is suffering

Rolled 14, 3, 20, 9 = 46 (4d20)

>>34860707
>Rest, as much as you can. You're worn out.

>>34860725
>>34860739
Good grief, those loaded dice.

>>34860770
That Fucker's influence is strong. Miss Blue will have it rough.

Also you might want to post on twitter that we have resumed, just in case.

>>34860770
Not sure whether to be happy or sad about this. I'll go for sadpy.

>>34860725
>>34860739
>>34860769
Calling. If you guys could roll me 1d20 three times, that would be great.

Rolled 11, 18, 20, 2 = 51 (4d20)

>>34860707
>Try to pull yourself free from the cross.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>34860939
Done.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>34860939
'ere I go!

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>34860939

>>34860957
Eh, I'll take it.

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[Fortitude Save: 9, 16, 11, 4]
[9+4 Base+2 Con+3 Cha-4 ED=14]
[16+4 Base+2 Con+3 Cha-4 ED=21]
[11+4 Base+2 Con+3 Cha-4 ED=16]
[4+4 Base+2 Con+3 Cha-4 ED=9]
[DC to Remove Negative Levels: 22]
[4/4 Failures!]

[Strength Check: Natural 20]
[20+6 Strength+10 Crit Bonus=36]
[Burst DC Masterwork Manacles: 28]
[Success!]

Your hair might well be soaked in piss and your face is most certainly crusted in That Fucker's cum, but you aren't going to give into despair just yet. The slings and arrows the universe throws at you are each a lesson from the gods, meant to teach you of your limits and forge you into a sword of righteousness. Steel cannot be shaped if it is not subjected to the blows of a hammer, and if your hammer must be humiliation, then you have clearly lived too prideful a life before now. With a grunt of exertion, you pull at the leather lined straps of iron holding your arms to the cross, ripping them free from the wood that holds them.

The ones binding your legs are easier, a simple latching mechanism that just required a free hand and some flexibility to undo before you once again gracelessly flop onto the ground. This time no one watches you from the shadows, waiting to feed you some abhorrent potion that will knock you out and bring you to another room.

Unfortunately, you don't have much to work with in this room, either. You're still naked as the day you were born, and that man's foul fluids cake both your hair and your face. You notice a washbasin to your left, and an empty tool rack doubtless meant for whatever sinister devices That Fucker and his harlot meant to subject you to. On the right, there is a pile of hay not unlike the one the Baron's hounds slept upon when he had you visiting them. There's also an empty wooden bucket with the word privy painted on it in tar black lettering.

"Lovely..." you curl your nose at it in distaste.

>>34861709

There is one major detail that seemed to slip your mind when you were distracted by the harlot's tongue in your throat. Unlike the previous cell, this one does not have any bars within it. It's four walls of hewn stone, a ceiling with some pattern traced in oricalchum to give it light, and floor of soft dirt. No obvious means of escape or exit exists.

>Choose an action.
>>Using the bucket, attempt to dig your way out of the cell.
>>Use the basin to wash away the crusted fluids on your face and hair.
>>Search through the hay pile for anything suspicious.
>>[WRITE IN]

>>34861744
>>Use the basin to wash away the crusted fluids on your face and hair.
>>Search through the hay pile for anything suspicious.
Need to save our strength and not bucket-dig.

>>34861744
>>>>Use the basin to wash away the crusted fluids on your face and hair.
>>>Search through the hay pile for anything suspicious.
Cleanse yourself from That Fucker's fluids first, then let's see what we got to work with.

>>34861744
>>Use the basin to wash away the crusted fluids on your face and hair.
Lets be clean and not walk aroun with a face full of cum

>>34861744
>>Use the basin to wash away the crusted fluids on your face and hair.
Disgusting stuff.

>>34861744
>>Use the basin to wash away the crusted fluids on your face and hair.
>>Search through the hay pile for anything suspicious.

>>34861744
>>Use the basin to wash away the crusted fluids on your face and hair.
>>Search through the hay pile for anything suspicious.

>>34861768
>>34861792
>>34861820
>>34861832
>>34861844

Alright; regardless of other options, Basin seems to be the primary choice. Please roll me 1d20 three times.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>34861885
>critfail on washing cum from face

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>34861885

>>34861904
Turns out he pissed in the washbasin too.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>34861885

>>34861948
That. Fucking. Fucker.

A paladin's job is never done.

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[Reflex Save: Rolled 16]
[16+1 Base+4 Dex+3 Cha-4 ED-2 Circumstance=18]
[DC vs Construct Armor Engulf: 22]
[Failure!]

The water in the washbasin is clear as crystal, and refreshingly cool. There's also a pleasent smell to it, like lilacs in the rain tossed with steamed mandarin oranges; far and away from the thick and unpleasant musk that covers your head. The Mistress of this household must like her captives smelling fresh and clean when she comes down to fulfill her perversions upon them, and far be it from you to deny her generosity. You sit down upon the provided granite bench, and wash yourself for the first time in what must have been a week, beginning with your face and your hair.

It takes some scrubbing to remove the crust and gunk from it, and even more to rub away the musky and vile smell. But you take the time, you won't parade around with your face and your hair marked as if it were That Fucker's territory, Your pride demands it. Before long, you rub away the sweat and grime of your travels as well, leaving yourself feeling clean for the first time in ages, feeling almost a bit girlish, with the water running down you skin. You finish your rinse by removing the basin from its stand, and pouring it over your head.

"Ufuu~" something chuckles, sliding past your ear. "Ufufufufuu~ that was a mistake, little knight..."

You really should have noticed when the bench didn't get wet when your undone hair, soak with water, didn't so much as leave a single drop upon the bench. You put it to the stone's warmth, and the dryness of the air, it must have evaporated. But no, the water clung to you in a manner most unnatural, like a predator latching itself onto its prey, or a parasite refusing to let go of the skin. The water runs across your body now, a chilly thing congealing along your most sensative parts. It pulls at your hair, arching your body backwards until it is pressed against the bench, and then the water slides to your center, pressing you down.

>>34862761
A pair of hands form around your breasts, kneading them gently as the water gathers into the form of a nude woman. Her stomach is flat as that of the succubus girl, but her breasts sway in the air a mirror of your own, and her face ill defined, but vaguely feminine. Icicle cold droplets drip from her onto your breasts, and you can feel a rod of water flowing into your womanhood, expanding and contracting, changing temperatures to keep you from getting used to it. You shiver at her predatory smile.

"What... what the hell are you," you demand of the creature. She seems like an undine, but they cannot engulf someone the way she has joined herself to you.

"Ufuu~!" the watery woman chuckles, squeezing your breasts tighter. "I'm a masterpiece, little knight. A work of art crafted by Finn Finnegan Flannegan to protect... and stimulate. I'm gonna miss the variety Augusta would have given me, but I suspect you and I are going to get along just fine..."

>Choose an action.
>>Augusta? The succubus Quinn was shagging?
>>Attempt to rip the creature off of you.
>>Let her run her course, then pump her for information.
>>[WRITE IN]

>>34862790
>Augusta? The succubus Quinn was shagging?

>>34862790
>>Augusta? The succubus Quinn was shagging?
Geez, no luck for our knight! I love it.

Brief hiatus while I grab myself a shower and some food.

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>>34862790
>>>Augusta? The succubus Quinn was shagging?
Blue just can't get a break. And Quinn is exploring his skills I see.

>>34862790
>>Attempt to rip the creature off of you.

>>34862790
>>Attempt to rip the creature off of you.

>>34862790
>>Let her run her course, then pump her for information.
>>Augusta? The succubus Quinn was shagging?

What is That Fucker's motivation?

>>34863250
He literally does it for shits and giggles.
If you want to find out more you can read A Black Comedy.

>>34863250
Papa Vlad (his evil deity) enjoys his antics.

>>34863250
Head Killer of his evil god. Reports directly to the Grand Priest and his god. He got Blue to make her fall and because it's fun to mess with the righteous.

>>34862819
>>34862824
>>34863186
>>34862858

Calling it for asking about Augusta. Haha! Time for living clothes!

>>34863250
Ask Professor Chaos, if you can find him. Probably a mix of these three >>34863366
>>34863404
>>34863563

>>34864185
Living clothes are good. Great even!

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"Augusta...?" your voice comes out in a low whine as you struggle against the creature's stimulation. An exercise in futility, as it turns out, as the harder you struggle the tighter she wraps around you. The kneading of your breasts grows more violent with every thrash, the thing filling your womanhood grows larger with each attempt to break from her hold, and with every attempt to shut your legs, the water around your clitoris grows warmer until at last it begins to swirl. Your vision goes white, and your face contorts to something shameful and wanton, but your mind manages to focus upon one of the objects of your hate. "Augusta... you belong to that succubus harlot?"

"Not anymore, I don't!" the watery creature chirps, her hands melting around your breasts. She flows around you, climbing up to your neck and down about your toes and fingers, filling every crevice and leaving your body covered in a thin, slick layer of water. You can feel it squeeze at all your most intimate places, and another rod of water flows into your anus until it's just deep enough to be bothersome. "Finn made me for Augusta to play with, and Augusta gave me to Quinn as gift for his second birthday! Quinn told me you were a prude who got embarrassed at the sight of cock, so I said I'd help loosen you up. So don't you worry, Miss Blue, I'll have you nice and relaxed in no time!"

>>34865148
Try as you might to fight against it, the watery creature has the upper hand, and easily forces you to roll over. Oddly, your breasts don't press into the stone bench uncomfortably as they should have been, stopping right where the squeeze of the stone is pleasant. Like a thousand fingered hand, the aqueous creature squeezes at your shoulders firmly and professionally, undoing knots in them that you didn't know you had. You can't bring yourself to fight the creature's advances as the massage moves further and further down your back. Her advance is slow and arduous, relaxing your muscles with every move and eliciting more moans of satisfaction than you would like to admit.

She doesn't stop at your tail bones, though.

"Hey..." you grumble weakly, too relaxed to be more than a little indignant. "Where do you think your groping...?"

"Ufuu~" she chuckles. The water enveloping your breasts gives them a light squeeze, sending a little bolt of lightning running down your spine and into your womanhood. "Where aren't I groping, Miss Blue? But, ah~ your butt is so tense and tight... you'll squeeze the dick off any guy who tries to fuck you there, and wouldn't that just be a shame?"

"I'd rather not get fucked there, truth be told," you deadpan at the living bodysuit. You can almost feel her pout in the way she rubs against your skin. "Or anywhere, for that matter..."

>>34865184

"See, that's the attitude that Quinn was talking about," she grumbles, moving her fake hands lower, stroking you womanhood. It's not at all an unpleasant sensation, even if you'd rather have the suit off of you. The swirls and patterns caressing your skin are almost hypnotic, gently rubbing away whatever worries fill your mind. "Totally the opposite of Augusta. You're a woman with three lovely holes and two smooth and silky hands, in your prime and with a healthy cycle. Isn't having a cock in each of them natural? Hmmm?"

>Roll 1d20.
>Choose an action.
>>No, it really isn't. Please cease your perversions.
>>For a harlot, I suppose. But I hold myself to a higher standard.
>>Attempt to rip the suit off of your skin.
>>[WRITE IN]

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>34865213
>Attempt to rip the suit off of your skin.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>34865213
>>>For a harlot, I suppose. But I hold myself to a higher standard.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>34865213
>>>Attempt to rip the suit off of your skin.
Fite on Ms Blue

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>34865213
>>No, it really isn't. Please cease your perversions.
>>Attempt to rip the suit off of your skin.
I like this watery chick, she knows where it's at.

>>34865250
>>34865255
The dice gods really don't want you falling for that hypnotic suggestion, I see. Oh well; guess that makes up for the negative levels you ate.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>34865213
>>For a harlot, I suppose. But I hold myself to a higher standard.

>>34865301
's cool, can't have it too easy after all.

>>34865301
Our hatred of dicks is STRONG apparently. Not strong enough of course, but still.

>>34865213
>>For a harlot, I suppose. But I hold myself to a higher standard.
>>Attempt to rip the suit off of your skin.
That update was pretty hot.

>>34865246
>>34865250
Calling it for a combination of these two. Could you all roll me 1d20 three times?

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>34865576

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>34865576
Alright

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>34865576

>>34865365
To be fair being raped as a child does that to you

>>34865624
Actually, usually it does the opposite.

>>34865301
It helps a bit, but Blue is still utterly fucked, and the negative levels make escape pretty much impossible today, and likely impossible to improbable for the near-future.

-4 to pretty much everything on what I think is a level 5 character, and we've already been dealing with DCs that would take a lucky roll to beat, at the moment we can only meet the standard DC for a Succubus's dominate person on a natural 20. There's a number of things that we can only succeed at with a nat 20 now, like breaking out of most any manacles or most any Perception rolls that get thrown at us.

Our max health is probably down by a bit under half from the energy drain, we would need a nat 20 to even hit That Fucker. I think we get 1 chance a day to potentially deal with some negative levels, but we need a solid roll to get rid of any of them, and they can be reapplied pretty much as needed considering how easy it is for one of them to use Suggestion on us. And if we decide to do some Pally spellcasting I think we have 1 first level spell, and the level dependent variables are now at 1 due to the negative levels.

We can put up a good show, but the math is not on Blue's side.

>>34865624
Repeatedly most every day except holidays (where she was "just" expected to dance for him and his guests) from age _ to __. Thankfully he used black magic to make her like it when he got sick of her screaming, which allowed him to be arrested and executed by the Knights of Justice (as abusing his "cupbearer" being one of his rights as a feudal lord, and however much the Knights would have loved his head on a pike, it wasn't until he consorted with demons that they could go after him).

>>34865854
Is rape legal then or is it not that big of a deal?

>>34865952
If a Lord is doing it to a commoner under his domain, it's his right to do so. If he or she does so to a commoner under someone else's domain, he must pay that Lord reparations for damage to his people, some of which will go to the commoner's family. If a commoner does it to anyone without a Lord's permission, their head goes on the block.

By and large, soldiers are assumed to have their Lord's permission when at war unless otherwise ordered.

>>34865681
Good thing Blue hasn't seen Quinn's stat sheet. She only knows that he wiped out her entire party in one go and has now only gotten better. The thought of smiting That Fucker will soon be her last lifeline to sanity.. until she actually tries it.

Is this a quest for sadists?

>>34866289
Sort of. You need to root for the bad guy in this one and cheer for the terrible things that happens to the MC while voting to resist the corruption with all her might.

>>34866289
>Is this a quest for sadists?

The best possible ending for Miss Blue is for this to wind up like a much more smutty version of the "I Want to Tease Zero Saber More" doujin. The worst is going full blackguard.

>>34866420
We're gonna escape, you'll see!

>>34866420
>The worst is going full blackguard.
She gets a purpose, freedom and to be a badass. Could be worse

>>34866479
He track us down, then we escape again and then he catches us. This continues as a game for months after a while she starts to enjoy their chase and loves being captured

>>34866420
>The worst is going full blackguard
That's not how you say best

So Ms. Blue was raped by a Baron, how old was she?

>>34866540
We're gonna kill him before that happens!

>>34866555
Depends on how long she's been his cupbearer. Young enough that he'd be thrown in prisoner today, for sure.

>>34866555
Single digit

>>34866561
Oh we're gonna do some smiting, but an entirely different kind, when we finally get free and make a move against Quinn, we're gonna test out his succubut powers, probably with a feeldoe he'll make for us

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[Will Save: Natural 20]
[Success!]
[Opposed Grapple: Rolled 17]
[CMB Check: 17+6 Str+5 BAB-4 ED=24]
[CMD: 10+6 Dex+4 STR+3 BAB+4 Racial=27]
[Failure!]

You shake your head clean of the haze and the cobwebs that filled your mind with the creature's ministrations.

"I suppose for a harlot like Augusta, it may be natural," you growl, your anger and your hatred burning through whatever lustful caresses the aqueous creatures delivers to you. "But I am a Knight of the Eagle and a bringer of justice; it is my duty to hold myself to a higher standard of discipline. To forsake dignity and honor to satisfy such base urges would go against every code I stand for - but I suppose a mere toy for slaking its wearers lust wouldn't understand."

"Mou..." the creature sighs in defeat, little tendrils of water still caressing your most sensitive places. "You are a stubborn one, aren't you? Long term project and all that jazz - well, I can't really stop you if you want to escape, or else you might be able to rip me off. But don't you worry, I'll make you happy in the end!"

And with that, she starts massaging your breasts and womanhood.

"S-stop that!" you stammer out, attempting to rip the watery suit off of your body. Your efforts are too no avail, however - the droplets you manage to shuck off return to you, and her 'massage' only becomes more vigorous. In the end, you're left panting in a pool of your own fluids, panting and yearning for your release, which only comes when you stop your tiresome efforts to remove the aqueous creature. "Are you always going to be that distracting?"

>>34867054

"Yahuh," she chirps, swirling one of your nipples with a false tongue. "I'm gonna keep on doing this till you learn to stop worrying and love the cock! Especially Quinn's cock - he said you had a problem with him, but I really don't see how that's possible. He's got such a lovely thing, don't you just want to-"

A spoon strikes an expensive piece of crystal, ringing through your dungeon.

The maid has returned, once again clothed in that scandalously cut outfit the Mistress of the house makes her wear. She's pushing some manner of cart, with a covered plate on it that smells of chicken and some manner of cheese. A bottle of rather expensive wine and a pair of crystal cups accompany the platter. The woman stares at you again with those blank grey eyes, and speaks once more in an inflectionless monotone.

"If you're done fucking your companion, I've brought you dinner, Cherrycunt," the maid... doesn't drawl, but it would have been appropriate. "Tonight's meal is chicken cordon bleu, to be accompanied by a Dover Red. Master Taylor is out on business tonight and will likely wish for you to be fresh in the morning, so if you do escape from this cell I would advise you avoid the kennels. Mistress and Master Flannegan send their regards, and hope your new companion is to your liking. Shall I inform them that you have already made use of its secondary function? On a scale of one to ten, how good were the orgasms she gave you?

>Choose an action.
>>Accept the food and answer her questions honestly.
>>Pretend to accept the food and lie your ass off.
>>Try to sneak out behind her when she leaves.
>>[WRITE IN]

clearly we and miss undine should use JOLLY COOPERATION to escape together.

those negative levels really chafe me, a difference of shorter or longer is one kind of difference, having discreet penalties (or 'penalties') of that sort opens narrative possibilities, a jump from longer to forever however stumbles over more than a few metaphysical lines and in stories usually leaves bad tastes in peoples mouths

>>34867079
>>>Try to sneak out behind her when she leaves.

>>34867079
>>>Pretend to accept the food and lie your ass off.
>>>Try to sneak out behind her when she leaves.

>>34867079
>Try to sneak out behind her when she leaves.

>>34867079
>>Pretend to accept the food and lie your ass off.
Our living clothes will be with us for longer? Oh happy days!

>>34867079
>>>Try to sneak out behind her when she leaves.
Have we eaten at all? One magical sausage can't make for a very fulfilling meal.

>>34867079
Accept the food and lie your ass off

>>34867079
>>Pretend to accept the food and lie your ass off.
>>Try to sneak out behind her when she leaves.

>>34867079
>>Try to sneak out behind her when she leaves.

>>34867079
>Accept the food and answer her questions honestly.
paladins are not deceitful

>>34867159
Meido takes her duties very seriously.

While you were sleeping, she fed you the rest of the food on the platter.

>>34867079


guys ive got the perfect idea, have undine break down the food for us and then pass it rendered on to us (she gets a cut too of course, this is a partnership after all).

then we should knock the maid out and search her before our sam fischer impression, should make escaping easier (cant really trust her to *stay* unreactive).

>>34867251
This place ain't that bad. Definitely better than the Baron's.

Quinn for President.

>>34867096
I'm pretty sure the negative levels are technically of the temporary variety, and they can't give us any more without killing us, so we do have a chance each day to shake them off.

But yeah, considering the ease they can reapply them with 2 succubi, we're fucked.

Though we might be able to take out the water suit if we choose it as our target for smite evil and rip and tear it.

>>34867079
>Accept the food and answer her questions honestly.
what is our code of honor OP? does it prohibit lying?

Calling for Sneak. Roll for stealth.

>>34867341
Your code of honor does not apply in this situation, as you have a different one when captured by the forces of evil (get out however you can without your alignment shifting).

>>34867079
>>Pretend to accept the food and lie your ass off.
>>Try to sneak out behind her when she leaves.

We have a ten foot length of chain, and I would be extremely fucking surprised if this Maid wasn't counted as evil at that point, we can confirm this with detect evil.

So try to sneak out behind her, wrap the chain around her throat, SMITE EVIL, and continue to strangle her with holy goodness until the bitch is dead.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>34867389

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>34867389
Roll what? 1d20?

>>34867079
>Accept the food and answer her questions honestly.
"barely a two. She isn't very good"

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>34867389

>>34867391
Sorry if this was ambiguous - the chain was removed when you got changed to this room.

Rolled 24 (1d120)

>>34867389

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>34867389
how are we actually supposed to sneak out when we're wearing an elemental that doesn't want us to leave?

>>34867405
>>34867410
>>34867426
Oh lawd.

>>34867405
>>34867410
>>34867426
Okay so Blue isn't good at this.

>>34867439
I'd say fuck me, but...

>>34867429
That's a shame, how much chain do we have from the manacles we broke out of in this room?

>>34867405
>>34867410
>>34867426
Welp, we're fucked. I think we have -1 to Stealth overall since we don't have points in it, so we're not sneaking anywhere.

>>34867435
whoops forgot to get rid of the 1 from the 100 of a previous roll.

>>34867439
paladins aren't exactly trained for stealth missions

>>34867326
Why on earth would you want to harm such a friendly useful thing?

>>34867405
>>34867410
>>34867426
Well okay then.

>>34867435
I find it amusing that on the same scale as the d20, this is hardly any better.

>>34867438
Suit-tan is more concerned into making you a nympho than keeping you in the room. Blame August for spoiling her (she likes the "taste" of semen).

>>34867405
>>34867410
>>34867426


its times like this that reenforce my belief that doing things narratively is almost always preferable, with dice its usually a see-saw between 'hilariously ooc failure' and 'you kill the badguy in a stroke of improbability before the story gets rolling, the end'.

>>34853938
>>34853963
>>34854064
I thought the whole POINT of him doing A Black Comedy in the first place was that he wanted to be able to indulge in edge and smut without it involving 11-year-old Harry and Ilya in HP Nasu Quest.

>>34867653
He apparently had some sort of panic attack about how much he was enjoying the edgy rape, and how much of a sick fuck it made him, that he deleted/unpublished everything and declare his intent to abandon anything connected to it.

>>34867079
You know, as bad an idea as going to the kennels is, it actually might not be the worst idea.

Yes, there's going to be some nasty critters in there, rape is a definite possibility, but paladins often have handle animal, and Blue had a mount so I would assume she does, and she has pretty good charisma.

So we stand a better chance at getting an animal to help us out, either by giving us a ride or killing the maid or something, than we do in a fight against Quinn or Augusta for example.

>>34867710


clearly he had insufficient contemplation time in the /d/ome of torments.

>>34867710
Figured. Once I found out he was ReaDS or however it was capitalized, I lost all hope of either HP Nasu or ABC getting finished. He has good ideas and great execution, but he just can't finish a quest.

>>34867799


thats actually a good point, worse comes to worse we can distract them with our body, theyll never suspect it!

>>34867799
and worst case scenario, we learn if Blue can take the knot

>>34867799
While that is a good point I'm pretty sure it won't turn out well

>>34867904
obviously that just means it will be easier to ride away with them once theyve got it out of theyre system

>>34867904
Then nazimod deletes quest, op get a permaban and we all get a days ban.

>>34867904
>if Blue can take the knot

undine would be a big help here i wager

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[Stealth: Not Even Gonna Bother]
[Failure!]

"I'd given her a three out of ten, being completely honest," you drawl. The way the suit freezes up when you disparage her ability to bring you to climax is positively delightful, as is the renewed and earnest vigor she goes about massaging your sensitive spots. You manage to keep your cool, though, as you've acclimated to her ministrations; they're a warm and fuzzy growth in your loins that buzzes happily in the back of your head, not an all consuming need to climax. "She probably knows Augusta's body better than she knows mine - gods above, she's an earnest little thing, and is trying so hard, but she sort of fumbles, you know?"

The maid whips out a ring bound pad of paper and stick of wood bound charcoal, and scrawls some notes down on it.

"You too, Cherrycunt?" she asks, some hint of what might be passion leaking into he monotone voice. "Understandable. She's a third model prototype Master Flannegan produced. The Mistress volunteered me as a test subject for his second model prototype a few months back. I found that it worked better as an aide to elicit orgasm whilst being penetrated than a masturbation tool. During the test month I engaged in intercourse with two hundred and thirty six partners with which I had prior experience with, three score and seventeen of which failed to bring me to orgasm due to being limp-dicked premature ejaculators. With the suit on, I experienced a jump in pleasure of over 450% despite the continued mediocrity of their technical performance."

You suddenly notice that the maid is very close, a pair of bright stars shining in her eyes despite her otherwise expressionless face. Somewhere along the line she grabbed a hold of your hands and clutched them tightly, like an overexcited schoolgirl begging assistance from her dearest friend. It's all very disconcerting.

>>34867954
I agree, it almost certainly won't. But considering Blue's situation, what with the watersuit, large penalties to pretty much everything, and up against a house likely full of traps and unknown enemies, there really aren't any courses of action that won't end badly.

So far we've been regularly needing 17s-20s on our rolls to stand a chance of success against much of the stuff we've have to go against, which has only gotten worse with the energy drain, and if something target a skill we don't have it'll be even less likely for us to succeed.

Blue's only hope is to pray for some natural 20s at the right moment and try not to break before that happens.

>>34868356

"Cherrycunt," she states with all the seriousness in the world, "additional data is required regarding Master Flannegan's new model. How many men have you had sex with before? Are any of them located within the city? Have any of them failed to live up to the expectations their hunky bodies inferred? Or the reverse - have any of them possessed unparraleled skill in coitus despite being fat and smelly old men?"

"W-why do you need to know this?" you ask her. There's a scary look in her eyes...

"I would like to propose a new vector for your pitiful attempts to escape Master Taylor," she says, her voice still in monotone despite the blood running down her nose and the pants in between each word. "As well, I desire to assuage my scientific curiosity regarding Master Flannegan's work. We must first establish a baseline, before giving the suit a test run."

>Choose an action.
>>Wouldn't it be easier to do this yourself?
>>Explain to her that the only man you've ever had sex with is dead.
>>Why would she want to provide you another "escape vector"?
>>[WRITE IN]

>>34868356
This meido is pretty great.
>>34868379
>>Explain to her that the only man you've ever had sex with is dead.
>>Why would she want to provide you another "escape vector"?

>>34868379
>>>Why would she want to provide you another "escape vector"?

>>34868379
>>Explain to her that the only man you've ever had sex with is dead.
>>Why would she want to provide you another "escape vector"?

>>34868379
>>Wouldn't it be easier to do this yourself?
>>>Why would she want to provide you another "escape vector"?

>>34868379


>>Why would she want to provide you another "escape vector"?
>>Explain to her that the only man you've ever had sex with is dead.

I have a feeling that saying the only person to every have sex with Blue is dead is going to lead to necromancers and the revival of a certain count.

>>34868379
>>Explain to her that the only man you've ever had sex with is dead.

>>34868379
>>Why would she want to provide you another "escape vector"?
>>Explain to her that the only man you've ever had sex with is dead.

>>34868379
Does the Maid set off our detect evil alarm? I'm pretty sure she would, but confirmation is nice.

She's close to us, and we should still have the straps of iron that were holding us to the cross on our arms.

So, active Smite Evil, and kill the maid. Strangling the fuck out of her with them is preferred, but I'm not particularly against using them like flails and bashing her head into paste. Then we can work on getting out of the water thing, arming ourself, and getting the fuck out.

>>34868379
>>>Explain to her that the only man you've ever had sex with is dead.
>>>Why would she want to provide you another "escape vector"?

>>34868356
i kinda like how our nat20 roll resulted in a sort of adaption to undine, that means we can take her with us!

>>34868379
>>Explain to her that the only man you've ever had sex with is dead.
>>Why would she want to provide you another "escape vector"?

>>34868504
==[ALIGNMENT DETECTION ACTIVE]==

Subject: Former Contessa Gertrude von Alderheim.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral LUSTFUL
Psyche: The head maid of the Marcher Lady of Valendurg generally has one thing on her mind: sex, and how to get it. Preferably with as many partners as possible.

Calling it for >>34868688

>>34868379
>>Why would she want to provide you another "escape vector"?

>>34868755
Well bugger, looks like if we kill the maid we'll have to do it the mundane way.

Does the undine detect as evil? Because I can see Blue smiting the fuck out of it.

>>34868800
>killing undine-chan
plsno

>>34868800
==[ALIGNMENT DETECTION ACTIVE]==

Subject: Aqueous Combat Ready Skinsuit Mark III "Undine"
Alignment: True Neutral
Psyche: Though she has a playful and prankster personality, "Undine" will generally follow the orders of whoever wears her, unless they contradict those given by the bearer of her _______.

>>34868800
Calm down she is like an innocent child, killing her would make us evil. We just need to bide our time

>>34868884


well that decides it then, we must rescue undine-chan from the cruel grips of her handlers!

>we could just ask the maid about it, its relevant to the research we swear

>>34869119
we could also ask her herself when alone.

>>34869119
It totally is.. what do we know of her restrictions? clearly we need that to ensure none of the results are effected by ineffectual parameters.

>>34868904
If she was under our control I might agree, but she's not. She's under Augusta's control, I don't fancy our chances at subverting that control, and she will make it difficult to kill the demonic cunt when/if we try.

And I wouldn't be at all surprised if they could track us through her.

Killing her shouldn't make us fall, and we may very well need to take her out if we want a chance at escape.

I personally like her, but Blue should be more than willing to kill her if she sees a chance. Fire might work if we can find/make one, especially since Blue can use Lay on Hands to heal up afterwards and Undine isn't trying to kill us.

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"Ah... well, you see..." You aren't sure how to put it. On the one hand, the woman did participate in that travesty that led to you fellating the sick fuck who killed your friends and has decided to "break" you into his fuckpuppet. On the other hand, the look she's giving you reminds you of a puppy. A silver haired, nymphomaniacal maid of a puppy. "I've only had sex with one man in my life, and he's dead."

The maid hangs her head, her eyes darkened and dejected.

"I see. Cherrycunt is monogamous then," her eyes rise to meet yours, and if you squint you can see a bit of sadness in them. "I suppose the hunky shirtless elf whose head became Master Taylor's beloved puppet was your lover, then?"

"N-no," you stammerout. The suit-creature thing slipped something inside your womanhood and pounded you roughly for what couldn't have been more than a handful of seconds. It must have thought you were thinking of your old compatriot in a lewd manner unbefitting his memory - you weren't, at least until it jammed itself in while your mind was on him. And then you couldn't help but think... "No, my relationship with my travelling companions was purely platonic, we never had the time for such things, not when there was injustice in the world."

"I see, I see," the maid says, nodding her head vigorously. "Cherrycunt is a dried up old prune when someone isn't forcing themself on her, and thus you have had no sex life to speak of. Truly unfortunate. Was the man who raped you during your years of psychological development a hunky chunk of manmeat who cracked your soul with his massive cock? Or was he a fat and smelly pig who forced you to be his breed sow and twisted you with all manner of perversions? I prefer the former personally, but the latter isn't bad at all if you don't mind revealing your shameful face."

>>34869594

"W-what?" you gulp, staring at the other woman.

"I see, I see. Cherrycunt misunderstands, I'm asking if the guy who raped you was hot or not," she declares in monotone, crossing her arms over her breasts. "Hot guy cock is on a whole different level than fatman cock, even if the fatmen have all sorts of wonderful devices to use on you. It would be a shame if Quinn was the first hot guy you fuck, because then you'll go into all your future sex expecting them to match him."

"How do you know if anyone raped me?" you demand, staring down the maid.

"Must I say it again?" she asks, the lack of tone in her voice making up for her rather apparent exasperation. "Cherrycunt is a dried up old prune when someone isn't forcing themself on her. Don't deny it, I saw the way Mistress Flannegan forcing herself on you made you cream yourself harder than an Earthbreaker to the skull. It was delicious by the why, like cherry juice. Point being, if you've only been fucked once, and you get off on people forcing you against your will, the guy who fucked you must have raped you. Now again, was he hot, or fugly?"

>Choose action
>>Hot
>>Fugly
>>Wait, what does this have to do with anything?

>>34869621
>>Fugly

>>34869621
>>Wait, what does this have to do with anything?

>>34869621
>He was a monster who deserved worse than what he got.

>>34869621
>>Hot

>>34869621


>>Wait, what does this have to do with anything?
>>Fugly

>>34869403
>will generally follow the orders of whoever wears her, unless they contradict those given by the bearer of her _______.
Just order her to tell us what order's she's been given.
>>34869621
>>Fugly

>>34869621
>>>Wait, what does this have to do with anything?

>>34869621
>Fugly
>Wait, what does this have to do with anything?
>He was a monster who deserved worse than what he got.

>>34869621
>>>Fugly
>>>Wait, what does this have to do with anything?

>>34869621
>>>Wait, what does this have to do with anything?

>>34869621
>>Fugly
Sure.

>>34869621
>>Hot

>>34869621
>>Wait, what does this have to do with anything?
Ain't none of her business

>>34869621
>>Wait, what does this have to do with anything?

>>34869621
>Wait, what does this have to do with anything?
>Fugly

>>34869621
>>Fugly
>>Wait, what does this have to do with anything?

>>34869621
>Fugly
>Wait, what does this have to do with anything?

>>34869621
>>Wait, what does this have to do with anything?
>>It doesn't matter. He died painfully, just like That Fucker will, which brought me more joy than anything he did.

>>34869910
Calling it for wait + fugly.

Suppose anyone kept an archive of the ABC stuff that isn't on sup/tg/?

Are we using 3.5, if so does know a good way to min-max a paladin?

>>34870017
If they did I'd like to see it because I have no goddamn idea as to what is going on.

>>34870090
Reading up to thread 4 should give you a good enough idea

>>34870090
All the /tg/ threads are archived on sup/tg/. The anonkun reboot started from the beginning.

>>34870089
Pathfinder, like ABC.

Couldn't remember where Profs sheets are; all I remember is that she was a Sword & Board TWF type (Shield Bash and Scimitar?). Gave her a 22 Str 18 Dex 14 Con 12 Int 10 Wis 16 Cha build, level 5, haven't decided feats.

>>34870235
>12 int, 10 wis
Well, at least dumb decisions are in-character.

>>34870089
from level 6 onwards

>>34870235
http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=651682 for Quinn

http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=652565 for Blue

>>34870089
Archer Pallys with Divine Hunter are probably the best, at least most of the time, after that either a two handed sword melee build or a mounted lancer/charger. Sword/shield or TWF stuff tends to be rather feat intensive and shifts your balance of offense and defense too far in one direction.

Oath of Vengeance is a handy ACF also, exchanging Lay on Hands uses for extra smites, yes please.
though S/S is better solo than in a group.

>>34870536
>handle animal
>ride
>divine bond (mount)
oh boy

>>34870704
Yes, please.

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"Wait, what does it matter if the guy who raped me was hot or not?" you ask, fidgeting a little under the maids gaze. "He stole my virginity, ruined me for marriage, and died in a horribly painful and satisfying death that cast his soul from the sight of the gods."

The maid leans back, giving you a bit of space to breath.

"Mah, I'm trying to give you another escape vector, Cherrycunt," the woman states, her voice never once leaving its monotone. "It's better if you fuck a few limp-dicked premature-ejaculators before Master Taylor has his way with you, because if you don't learn that most men fuck like virgins then he'll ruin you for other men. Then once he's done with you it's off to the kennels and the horse farms, because that's the only way you'll be satisfied."

"What - I wouldn't... wait," you stop yourself from going on an indignant tangent regarding the evils of bestiality; she reminded you of what you wanted to ask before she got on the tangent about the Baron. "What do you mean escape vectors? Wouldn't they be angry with you if I escaped?"

"Well, maybe a little," she admits, still deadpan. "But then Quinn will have to spank me for being a bad girl in letting his pet off of the leash, like he used to back when he worked for The Mistress. Tom took over when he left, and while there's certainly something nice to say about the number of swats per minute the man can put out, there's something nostalgic about being spanked so hard your tits feel it."

She sighs dreamily, no doubt fantasizing about just that.

"Seriously?" your voice drops like an eggshall upon a granite floor. "That... that is completely unreasonable. Not that I'm complain, but couldn't you just ask him to spank you a few times for old times sake, or something?"

>>34871111

"Well I suppose..." she tilts her head, as if processing the idea. "But then he wouldn't be angry or even mildly annoyed with me, so he might hold back and it won't feel as nice. This way, he'll be frustrated enough to put that extra bit of umph behind it, and I'll be guaranteed an orgasm once every 2.46 strokes. Tom takes 3.31 to get me off, but he makes up for it in volume. The Mistress, of course, takes a mere 1.15, but its a special day indeed when she graces my bottom with the flat of her hand."

A bit of blood runs down her nose at the thought of one of those "special days."

"But much as I love a good spanking, that's beside the point," she continues, her blank eyes taking on a sort of lovey-dovey warmth to them. "Your pitiful attempts to escape are all part of the love-love game between you and Master Taylor, right? So scandalous~ a Paladin maiden fallen madly in hate-love for the Champion of Tepes... no wonder you'd rather pretend you've been captured, and do everything in your power to escape! Only for you to be dragged back and ravaged, as the dashing villain follows the trail of clues you've left behind. Then you'll fall, and your hate-love will turn to love-love and you'll travel the world together, sheath and sword~"

>Choose action.
>>I am not in "hate-love" with That Fucker.
>>Yes, of course! The love-love game... I seem to have missed my first escaped vector, could you help me?
>>What.
>>[WRITE IN]

>>34871140
>>>I am not in "hate-love" with That Fucker.

>I seem to have missed my first escaped vector, could you help me?

>>34871140
>I am not in "hate-love" with That Fucker.

>>34871140
>What.
>I am not in "hate-love" with That Fucker!

>>34871140
>>Yes, of course! The love-love game... I seem to have missed my first escaped vector, could you help me?
Let's just humor the crazy lady for now.

>>34871140
>>What.
>>I am not in "hate-love" with That Fucker.

That low int. is starting to kick in.

>>34871140
>>>What.

>>34871140
>What.
>Write in.
"I'm going to kill him, his followers, burn his manor house and destroy everything he has built in his misbegotten existance. And once I do that, I'll never think of him again."

>>34871140
>Yes, of course! The love-love game... I seem to have missed my first escaped vector, could you help me?

"If you want a proper spanking from That Fucker you're going to have to make sure that I escape cleanly and he has a hard time following me. I bet if you actively hindered him he'd make it extra good, or bad I suppose, for you."

>>34870536


the idea of archer paladins smiting with bolts of justice pleases me, why isint this archetype more popular in media.

>>34871140
>>Yes, of course! The love-love game... I seem to have missed my first escaped vector, could you help me?
>>Don't dwell too much on the fact your most useful ally is completely bugfuck insane.

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>>34871140


>>Yes, of course! The love-love game... I seem to have missed my first escaped vector, could you help me?

the romantic world view (not to be confused with anything involving love or sex specifically), is a higher calling, and ought to be humored whenever possible. live life as a work of art!

Hate Love and Going Along with it are tied.

Next vote breaks it.

>>34871586
Combine

>>34871586
Hate

>>34871601
Alright, Gattai it is, I suppose

>>34871586
go along

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>>34871643
GATTAI DAH

>>34871643
It's not like we want to play along, or anything.

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"I am not in hate-love with That Fucker," you growl, glaring daggers at the woman for suggesting such a thing. "When I get free, I am going to kill him, burn his home and all of his works to the ground, and dance naked upon the ashes in a pagan ritual that will wipe his name from the memory of the world. And then, when he is forgotten to all but me, I shall move on with my life and never think of him again."

This illicits a blink from the maidservant, the first real break in composure you've seen out of her.

"I have never heard a more beautiful declaration of hatred in my life," she intones, hugging you despite your montone. "Such a pure and innocent hatred... promise me, Cherrycunt. Promise me that you'll foster it, let it grow within your heart untouched by the side of you that loved Master Taylors' cock, and wait for the sapling to bloom. I... a woman like me will never have the opportunity to hold a hatred so removed from sexual intent... a lily unstained by lusts red pigment. So please, nurture that seedling... and when it blooms..."

Her blank slate eyes meet your blue ones.

A river of blood is running down her nose. You wonder if she's anemiac...

"When it blooms," you ask, when the pause has gotten awkward.

"When it blooms," she repeats, her monotone shaking with passion buried beneath it. "Make sure that Master Taylor takes you roughly. Such gloriously hate sex, born of a hatred segregated from lust - it'll be something for the storybooks, Miss Blue. You'll fight each other with thrust and counter-thrust, a passionate play of pleasure and pain that will leave you sore and covered with bruises, but satisfied nonetheless. For when you've worked out all that hatred through a rough night of fucking, that's when your hate-love for Master Taylor will turn into love-love."

>>34872741
"Right..." you say, not really trusting the crazy lady in front of you. "I'm sure that's how this will work out. Now, ah, about the whole 'love-love' game business, I seem to have, ah, missed my first escape vector. It'd be terrible if I didn't give That Fucker the merry chase I'm supposed to before all these... things... come to fruition. Any idea where to start?"

"Ooh! I know, little knight!" the undine creature chimes in. "The haystack, the haystack! That's where they hid the key."

"The key to...?" you leave the question unfinished as the maid turns on her heels.

"The suit can guide you from here, Cherrycunt," the maid says, shashaying towards the wall with an exaggerated swing to her hips. She slips through the wall without a trace - no movement in the stone, no apparent key nor opening to the door. It's as if the wall itself were insubstantial, an illusion to tricker the weaker willed. "Try not to have too much fun with your escape!"

>Choose action.
>>Attempt to pass through the wall where the maid did.
>>Search the haystack for the "key" the suit was on about.
>>Eat the food before it gets cold.
>>[WRITE IN]

>>34872770
>>Search the haystack for the "key" the suit was on about.
>>Take the food with you don't know when you'll need it.

>>34872770
>Search the haystack for the "key" the suit was on about.
>Ask the suit what orders she's been given.

>>34872770
>>Search the haystack for the "key" the suit was on about.
>>Eat the food before it gets cold.

>>34872770
>>>Search the haystack for the "key" the suit was on about.

>>34872770


>have undine dissolve the food first before we eat it

food could be dodgy, but more energy is also good, SOH~, we adapt and overcome!

afterwards
>>Search the haystack for the "key" the suit was on about.

>>34872770
>>Search the haystack for the "key" the suit was on about.
>Ask the suit what orders she's been given.

>>34872741
"If you help me escape, I will beat you in ways your old masters never dreamed of. Evil people hold back most of their hatred for themselves. I do not have that limitation"

>>34872853


>Ask the suit what orders she's been given.
this too

>>34872982
Ooh, I like this one, or a variant on it...

>>34873102
Such a shame she already left.
Save it for later, maybe?

>>34872770
>>34872853
>>34872982
Supporting these.