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Let's Dance with Rogues - 47 - Divided We Stand (Finished)
- Thread starter RK47
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I was going to comment something and then the inane writing took hold and I don't know.
Alas, I assume we are strong enough now not to be intimidated by petty thugs on the streets.
Alas, I assume we are strong enough now not to be intimidated by petty thugs on the streets.
Chapter 21: The Gentle Caress
Oh, this is really nice. It's been ages since I've slept in such a soft bed...And there's a hushed sound of water somewhere not far away. It's barely audible, and it reminds me of my room in the castle where I would listen to the rain running down the roof on some nights. It's very relaxing. Wait a minute. Water? Running?
I rise from the bed. That sound is definitely not coming from above but from down below! I press my ear to the wall. Yes. It sounds like there's water running through under the house. This house doesn't have a cellar. But maybe of the adjacent building? I gather my equipment and left for the streets.
This...this house is right next to mine. A good place to start investigating.
Inside the house, I can spot a lone dwarf, awake in his living room.
I decide to remain hidden and investigate his cellar. The door is locked, but picking his pocket yielded the key. I descend into the dark cellar, dagger in hand.
A few rats emerge, but posed no problems. A metal door leads deeper below the house.
The sewers, I was right! I remember this place! This was where I saw the Dhorn soldier talking to the cloaked figure! I should investigate this. Or maybe that dwarf upstairs can tell me more? Oh, what's that...?
Hey, it's...
It's Caron!. Whats he doing here? And he has a very odd expression on his face, too...
Hello, Caron.
I smile at him. He clumsily reaches out for me. Actually, all his movements are rather slow...
Is everything okay?
He opens his mouth, but only a gurgling sound escapes from his lips. In place of his tongue and teeth there's only a bloody pulp.
Oh no, Caron!
I rush up to him. He clutches my shoulder and tries to speak out but only makes that gurgling sound again. Then his feet give way under him and he slowly sinks to the floor. A huge, dark stain cover the front of his armor. I kneel by his side. He must be badly hurt, there's no strength left in him. How did he get these wounds? I desperately open the front of his armor in order to treat his wounds.
Caron, hang on...I can help.
My fingers are immediately soaked with blood. I barely manage to suppress a scream when I open his coat. Somebody has slit his belly, starting at his genitals, almost all the way up to his neck. Worse, it looks like his bowels have been removed. Parts of them are still hanging out...
I try to discipline myself and attempt to suppress the urge to vomit. I failed. I bend over and puked. It's just too terrible to see. Caron lets out a soft sigh and lies still.
Caron, no! Don't die on me!
He could not speak...his eyes closes for one final time, a smile formed on his bloodied lips. His hands unmoving in mine. I clutch it tightly, cursing my helplessness.
No....
White, hot tears streamed down my eyes. He's gone. I hugged him close, letting the his blood soak onto my clothes. I gave a silent vow to get the bastards who did this to him before letting go.
Caron...I'll...be back for you. Wait here, okay?
LP Comment:
Aeris has nothing on this. This is...horrible.
I gently set his body on the ground and stand up. Mourning can wait. Whoever did this is still around, and it's up to me to find them!
I crept closer to the spot where I spotted the two Dhorns speaking in the sewer and found various tracks on the floor. There are two different sorts of tracks. The first seems to be made by a pair of heavy boots, like a soldier might wear, leaving sharp prints on the dirty ground. I would say this was the Dhorn. The second sort is more difficult to make out. The tracks are smaller in size and not so clear. This was apparently the second figure. All in all, not a lot of useful information.
I let out a sigh of frustration. I need more than this. I scan my surrounding and found a lone open door. Could it be..?
Blood. Must be Caron's. I can hear murmurs ahead. I crept closer.
I froze in place. Suppressing the urge to attack the two Dhorns. My eyes wide open to appraise my foes.
No good. I can't take them all on by myself. I decide to stay silent and listen for clues.
I wonder how far our brave little fellow's gonna get.
Think we should have killed him?
No. Probably won't even reach the stairs, anyway. And even if he did... it's unlikely he's going to talk.
Hehe. I just wish we could have learned more.
Yeah, me too. But it was fun, anyway.
Want to go to Tald's later?
Sounds good. I could use a drink. And a hooker would be nice.
Don't let the lieutenant hear that.
Hehe, I meant for tickling.
Oh. Hehehe.
Tald's tavern? That sounds familiar. I need to tell Master Nathan about this! I retraced my steps. I was about to carry Caron along when I remembered the dwarf above. He's alone. I can take him.
Wait here, Caron.
He will talk. Or die. I ready my shield and ascend the stairs.
Who's there?!
Your Dhorn friends have killed a friend of mine in your cellar!
You're not going to talk!
He attacks, I was ready for it. I threw a bag of caltrops to his face, covering him with prickling wounds. He howled in agony as blood flowed. I quickly stab him with my short sword, giving him no chance to recover. Finally, his breaths grew shorter, and he knelt before me, begging for mercy.
Hold! I surrender! I give up. Please don't kill me.
I'll expect a couple of answers then.
But I don't know anything!
A friend of mine died down there, disembowelled by two Dhorns! And the only entrance is your cellar! D oyou really want to tell me you've never noticed anybody?!
The Dhorn...they pay me.
He stares at the floor.
Could you identify them?
I must have been visited by more than thirty of them. I could point you to pretty much any officer in the city.
He's right, too many Dhorn. I just need to nail the informant.
What about the people they meet with?
They come with their faces hidden...
You should really be able to tell me a little more, or I'll be forced to come back with people who know how to get answers...
I drew my blade closer to his throat to emphasize the point. He pales.
Oh, no, please. I really don't know anything!
We'll find that out shortly enough...
I press the blade closer.
Oh! Wait! Maybe something. I once noticed a strong smell on one. He smelled of oil!
Go on.
Yes. Oil and sweat. It was not very pleasant. I have no idea why anybody would coat himself with oil.
LP Comment: Getting this fact is worth 500 EXP. This is the informant we spotted much earlier during the sneaking lesson. Not the two Dhorns we avoided.
Please, may I go? I have to get out of the city. It's not safe for me anymore.
I...I should let him go? No..if I do that, he might betray us to the Dhorn again just to save his skin. He deserve to die. I grip my blade tightly, staring at his face.
No, I think I'll kill you just to be sure.
I withdrew the blade back, temporarily allowing the dwarf some relief before slashing at his chest. His eyes widen in shock as blood spurted from his chest.
That's...for Caron.
I spat at his corpse and return below to retrieve Caron's body.
Caron, I'm back. We're going home.
I knelt before him and gently carry him behind my back. My legs shaking from the burden.
Slowly, I climb up the stairs, out of the house.
Hey..Caron. See there? It's my apartment just next door. I...I really wanted to show you when I got back...but you weren't..there...
The tears flow once more.
We're home, Caron.
What on earth is that supposed to mean, Aisha?
Master Nathan points at Caron's body.
It's Caron.
I can see that. What happened?
I wiped the tears from my eyes and cleared my throat before continuing.
I found the secret spot in the sewers where I had heard that Dhorn soldier talking to the informant. It can be accessed through the cellar, in a house next to my apartment. Caron was also in the sewers, but...
How did he die?
Someone disemboweled him. Literally. I overheard two Dhorns down there. They were the ones responsible.
What did you overhear, Aisha?
They tortured Caron.
And?
One of them complained that they hadn't learned a lot from him.
Let us hope that is really the case. I'll take a couple of precautions, anyway.
The Dhorn also said something about going to Tald's Tavern.
That's where most of them go when they want to have a drink, yes.
Master Nathan looks me straight in the eyes.
I want you to stay away from Tald's, understood? That place is too dangerous.
I want to make them pay.
We'll get them in time, be sure of that. Did you find out anything else?
I questioned the dwarf who owns the house. He admitted to taking money from the Dhorn to let them use his cellar as a meeting place. He told me that one of the informants smells strongly of oil and sweat.
Oil, you say?
Yes.
Hm. There are no oil traders in the city. And a lot of people use oils for personal hygiene. Maybe someone who does personal hygiene professionally might tell us more.
He rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Put Caron down, Aisha.
I didn't want to leave him in the sewers...
His expression softens, I carefully place Caron's body on the floor.
He should have a proper funeral.
I'll take care of it, Aisha.
Thank you, Master Nathan.
He briefly touches my cheek, then motions for one of his guards to pick up Caron's body.
I'll let you know, okay?
I nod silently. Bidding farewell to Caron one last time before leaving the Bear's Pit. Outside, I quicken my pace. There's debt to be paid. I opened the sewer entrance and make my way to the hideout to prepare myself.
Caron, you will be avenged. I swear it.
Music: Somewhere Out There
Oh, this is really nice. It's been ages since I've slept in such a soft bed...And there's a hushed sound of water somewhere not far away. It's barely audible, and it reminds me of my room in the castle where I would listen to the rain running down the roof on some nights. It's very relaxing. Wait a minute. Water? Running?
I rise from the bed. That sound is definitely not coming from above but from down below! I press my ear to the wall. Yes. It sounds like there's water running through under the house. This house doesn't have a cellar. But maybe of the adjacent building? I gather my equipment and left for the streets.
This...this house is right next to mine. A good place to start investigating.
Inside the house, I can spot a lone dwarf, awake in his living room.
I decide to remain hidden and investigate his cellar. The door is locked, but picking his pocket yielded the key. I descend into the dark cellar, dagger in hand.
A few rats emerge, but posed no problems. A metal door leads deeper below the house.
The sewers, I was right! I remember this place! This was where I saw the Dhorn soldier talking to the cloaked figure! I should investigate this. Or maybe that dwarf upstairs can tell me more? Oh, what's that...?
Hey, it's...
It's Caron!. Whats he doing here? And he has a very odd expression on his face, too...
I smile at him. He clumsily reaches out for me. Actually, all his movements are rather slow...
He opens his mouth, but only a gurgling sound escapes from his lips. In place of his tongue and teeth there's only a bloody pulp.
I rush up to him. He clutches my shoulder and tries to speak out but only makes that gurgling sound again. Then his feet give way under him and he slowly sinks to the floor. A huge, dark stain cover the front of his armor. I kneel by his side. He must be badly hurt, there's no strength left in him. How did he get these wounds? I desperately open the front of his armor in order to treat his wounds.
My fingers are immediately soaked with blood. I barely manage to suppress a scream when I open his coat. Somebody has slit his belly, starting at his genitals, almost all the way up to his neck. Worse, it looks like his bowels have been removed. Parts of them are still hanging out...
I try to discipline myself and attempt to suppress the urge to vomit. I failed. I bend over and puked. It's just too terrible to see. Caron lets out a soft sigh and lies still.
He could not speak...his eyes closes for one final time, a smile formed on his bloodied lips. His hands unmoving in mine. I clutch it tightly, cursing my helplessness.
White, hot tears streamed down my eyes. He's gone. I hugged him close, letting the his blood soak onto my clothes. I gave a silent vow to get the bastards who did this to him before letting go.
LP Comment:
Aeris has nothing on this. This is...horrible.I gently set his body on the ground and stand up. Mourning can wait. Whoever did this is still around, and it's up to me to find them!
I crept closer to the spot where I spotted the two Dhorns speaking in the sewer and found various tracks on the floor. There are two different sorts of tracks. The first seems to be made by a pair of heavy boots, like a soldier might wear, leaving sharp prints on the dirty ground. I would say this was the Dhorn. The second sort is more difficult to make out. The tracks are smaller in size and not so clear. This was apparently the second figure. All in all, not a lot of useful information.
I let out a sigh of frustration. I need more than this. I scan my surrounding and found a lone open door. Could it be..?
Blood. Must be Caron's. I can hear murmurs ahead. I crept closer.
I froze in place. Suppressing the urge to attack the two Dhorns. My eyes wide open to appraise my foes.
No good. I can't take them all on by myself. I decide to stay silent and listen for clues.
Tald's tavern? That sounds familiar. I need to tell Master Nathan about this! I retraced my steps. I was about to carry Caron along when I remembered the dwarf above. He's alone. I can take him.
He will talk. Or die. I ready my shield and ascend the stairs.
He attacks, I was ready for it. I threw a bag of caltrops to his face, covering him with prickling wounds. He howled in agony as blood flowed. I quickly stab him with my short sword, giving him no chance to recover. Finally, his breaths grew shorter, and he knelt before me, begging for mercy.
He stares at the floor.
He's right, too many Dhorn. I just need to nail the informant.
I drew my blade closer to his throat to emphasize the point. He pales.
I press the blade closer.
LP Comment: Getting this fact is worth 500 EXP. This is the informant we spotted much earlier during the sneaking lesson. Not the two Dhorns we avoided.
I...I should let him go? No..if I do that, he might betray us to the Dhorn again just to save his skin. He deserve to die. I grip my blade tightly, staring at his face.
I withdrew the blade back, temporarily allowing the dwarf some relief before slashing at his chest. His eyes widen in shock as blood spurted from his chest.
I spat at his corpse and return below to retrieve Caron's body.
I knelt before him and gently carry him behind my back. My legs shaking from the burden.
Slowly, I climb up the stairs, out of the house.
The tears flow once more.
Master Nathan points at Caron's body.
I wiped the tears from my eyes and cleared my throat before continuing.
Master Nathan looks me straight in the eyes.
He rubs his chin thoughtfully.
His expression softens, I carefully place Caron's body on the floor.
He briefly touches my cheek, then motions for one of his guards to pick up Caron's body.
I nod silently. Bidding farewell to Caron one last time before leaving the Bear's Pit. Outside, I quicken my pace. There's debt to be paid. I opened the sewer entrance and make my way to the hideout to prepare myself.
Caron, you will be avenged. I swear it.
Music: Somewhere Out There
Erebus
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I never found him very interesting, to be honest. But the scene itself is fine.
So, Aisha's neutral evil now ? Doesn't really feel justified, but managing alignment changes properly has never been easy. Has she ever earned "good points" since the beginning of the module ? I can't remember.
So, Aisha's neutral evil now ? Doesn't really feel justified, but managing alignment changes properly has never been easy. Has she ever earned "good points" since the beginning of the module ? I can't remember.
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Wow, talk about a misleading title. Caron's death was really EXTREME. Also, speak not of that Aeris bitch, she's nothing but an idiot that practically allowed herself to be killed.
This line lacks the Master Nathan's portrait.
I guess you could receive some good points if you spared the dwarf.
This line lacks the Master Nathan's portrait.
I guess you could receive some good points if you spared the dwarf.
lightbane said:
Thanks, bro. Fixed. There's a more evil option of ask for his gold THEN kill him. But I reloaded and felt Aisha's really not thinking of robbing. More like killing.
Also Valine still suffers from the standard devs stupidity of 'getting reward from dialog':
You can extort the dwarf for 1200 gold. But if you kill him, you won't see a single gold piece. Where the fuck did the gold go? Same shit in NWN2 OC, the bandit would try to bribe me with a Sword +1 which doesn't exist in his inventory when I butcher him. Explain that.
What would have happened if you placed Caron's body in your own home first, and then went to see Nathan ?
hoverdog
dog that is hovering, Wastelands Interactive
shit got XTREME.
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RK47 said:
This kind of unrealistic shit is extremely common in CRPGs. If you could gain all of a merchant's inventory simply by killing him, everybody would slaughter Ribald Barterman at the beginning of SoA, even if it meant having all the guards of Athkatla after you.
Erebus said:
Notice I never brought up merchants, I can buy the DM logic that it would imbalance the game if I got all the good stuff from killing merchants. But in this case, it's an enemy. A hostile dwarf who tried to buy his way out with gold when intimidated. Yet the gold disappeared if you just stab him on the spot. That's not balance, that's just 'video game logic.'
DwarvenFood said:
I reload an early save and ignore Caron's body. Upon reporting to Nathan, the narration and dialogue changes accordingly. Pretty great, I must say.
Also, if Aisha's HP is lower than 50%, Master Nathan will take note and advise her accordingly. Quite a nice bit of scripting by Valine right there. It doesn't change much, but it's nice to see that the game take note of different permutations.
Finally, yes, you can take on those two Dhorns and end the quest line earlier..but these guys are literally killing machines. I tried attacking them to test and confirmed these fuckers are rolling with +15 to hit bonus.
But the Princess will have her vengeance, eventually.
Chapter 22: The Sacrifice
This..isn't the thieves hideout. I look around the buildings and spot the arena.
So. I'm in West District. That's where Tald's Tavern is. Perfect. I recall Jacia giving me a pick pocketing assignment in the arena, but it isn't open tonight. It only opens on 1st, 4th, 7th, 10th, and so forth between 6 pm to midnight.
Tald's Tavern. According to Master Nathan, it's full of Dhorn patrons. With a little luck, I should be able to find out where Caron's killers are.
Men clad in the Dhorn military uniform is on every table. It doesn't look like the public like to frequent this place. I must look out of place. I ignore the stares and proceed to the back room.
That's when I met him.
The Dhorn who wanted to blackmail me in that warehouse. The one that Timo scared away. He's waiting for me? Really? He glances at my direction and gave a smug look.
I'm glad you came.
He grins widely when he sees me. Hm. Perhaps this man knows something about the two Dhorn who killed Caron? Though I don't think it'd be such a good idea to question him here. I need to get him somewhere else private...
Tina, right? And you don't have your brother with you this time?
As you can see.
He turns to the man by his side.
A toast to Betancuria, the City of Harlots!
He lifts his glass and drinks deeply. Seems like he had a couple of drinks already. The other man looks rather snobbish to me. He gave me a brief glance before returning to his drink.
Ah, come on, Simon! Don't say you wouldn't take the girl out for a ride, too!
One cunt's like the other. *He shrugs.*
I'd really like to have this one, though.
Just don't get caught. If the patrol catches you with your pants down, not even I might be able to help you. Besides, I think you've had enough wine.
He motions to the barkeeper to stop serving his friend.
Bah! You're no fun today, Simon.
It's getting late anyway. I'll be going.
Okay. See you tomorrow?
Yes.
They both clap each other on the shoulder, and the man called Simon whispers something into the other Dhorn's ear. Then, Simon leaves the tavern. The remaining Dhorn turns his attention back to me, eyeing my breasts with great interest.
What's your name? I believe you never told me.
Jero. Jero Fetton.
Would you buy me a drink, Jero?
Don't think the damn barkeep will sell me anything. Simon's been pretty clear.
He pulls a face.
I see.
But I can put something else in your pretty mouth. *He grins widely.*
If you've got money, sure.
I'm doing this for Caron.
*He lowers his voice.* Shh, don't mention money. Not in here. Unless you do wish to get yourself hanged.
He clears his throat, then speaks louder than necessary.
OF COURSE I have your money, miss! Now please, show me the rolls of fabric you wish to sell me!
He takes my hand and lead me out of the tavern. I follow.
Outside, the Dhorn leads me to an unoccupied house in the western part of the city, where we go to the second floor. The house looks pretty tidy, as if it's being cleaned on a regular basis.
Well, here we are. Nice room, isn't it?
Is this your house?
We'll talk later. Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed.
I thought we could talk a bit first, perhaps.
Later. Get on the bed.
I yield to his demand. I need him satiated. Then I can pry him for some information.
He unzips his pants, then lowers himself on me, spreading my legs apart. His member is already firm. He's pretty big, too. Slipping his hands under my bottom, he pulls me against him, thrusting deeply into me. I remain silent, keeping the memory of Caron's death fresh in my mind. He starts moving against me, slowly at first, then faster and faster. His fingers trace over my hips, my arms, my breasts. Perhaps I can ask him about the killers. Later. When he's in the afterglow.
Oh yeah!
I do my best to excite him, but he's content with just pumping away into me. As soon as I shift or try to change positions, he holds me in place.
Oh shit, yessss! I'll fuck you till you only manage to whimper and moan!
I sighed. This beast is the black sheep in the Dhorn's ranks, perhaps. I will need him for the information...but to surrender myself like this. I bit my tongue and remind myself of Caron's suffering. He yells out as he crests, his hot liquid spurting deep inside of me.
Oh fuck...
He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight, breathing heavily on my neck.
Are we done?
For now, yes. I'm on duty shortly.
Now's my chance.
I've got a question. I'm looking for two Dhorn soldiers. They both have clean-shaved heads, and one of them has a hook for a hand. I was wondering if you know them, by chance.
I don't know anybody.
He winks at me. He knows, but he doesn't feel like telling me. I need to find a way to pleasure him and convince him to tell me. I watch as he produces a few coins from his pockets.
Here, that's for your services.
I don't want your money.
*He shrugs.* You've earned it. Do with it as you please. I gotta go now. Look me up at Tald's again, okay?
Hmm. I can try again tomorrow with him...but I doubt I'll do better. I need....practice. He grins and blows me a kiss, then he's already gone.
LP Comment: :facepalm: Guess we need to practice our skills.
I recall a thief in the hideout, Paurie, telling me about a secret assignment that requires me to bed sailors. I suppose I can take up that assignment and further my knowledge in that area of ...uh...'expertise'. It won't be pleasant. But It's probably for the best.
Yes?
About that special mission you've mentioned...I think I can do it.
You're sure?
I nod. This is for Caron.
Well alright. What you need to do then is to go to the harbor and bed at least three sailors. Or dockworkers. Doesn't really matter. But three should be sufficient.
Understood.
Also, be very careful around the Dhorn when you get to the harbor. They arrest and kill prostitutes. Don't get caught, okay? Promise me.
I'll just kill any of them who try to arrest me.
I'm serious. The Dhorn soldiers are tough. No offense, but I don't think you could kill one.
We'll see about that...
Remember your mission, okay? Don't get caught. I really mean it.
I waved him away and left the hideout for the harbor districts. It's not too difficult to find these dock workers. They drink the hours away at night and work during the day. Within minutes, I found my first mark in a tavern.
Hi there, cutie.
Hello.
You're a professional?
Depends. You got the money?
Yes. How much do you take?
Let's discuss it in a more private place.
We both exit the tavern and found ourselves an abandoned warehouse.
Alright, get down on the floor, and stick your ass up for me.
Okay, 10 gold.
Sounds good. Here's the money. Now get down.
I pocket the gold and swallowed hard. I can't back out now...
Wanna be a real sweetie and suck me dry?
He points down at his seed stained member.
No. I think not.
Ah well. Maybe next time.
He tucks his member away, he starts walking towards the door.
See you around!
I watch as his figure disappear and retched. Bastard. I'll kill him next time. I put my clothes back on and left the warehouse, tired.
LP Comment: No. That did not increase the Art of Love. We'll...need more.
I should rest. It's...been a long night.
Huh? Who's there? A burglar?!
Damn your eyes.
I quickly pull off my street clothes, revealing my leather armor underneath and drew my shorts sword and shield.
You have ten seconds to leave before I start drawing your blood. Ten!
Not a chance, bitch! You're mine!
Good. I need to vent my frustration anyway. I raise my short sword and met his attack.
Die, scum!
It's over. I drew a deep breath and wondered how he got in here. Maybe Master Nathan needs to change the lock. Or...did I leave the door open? I need to report this to him immediately.
There was a burglar in my apartment.
A burglar, you say?
A dead burglar, now.
Hm. Can't have been one of our men. Probably a foreigner.
Perhaps he knew who I am?
I doubt that. A burglary can happen. Just keep your door and windows locked when you're not at home, that should help.
Fine.
LP Comment: Actually, yes, this is a one time encounter that is triggered if you don't lock your apartment room door before leaving. Another one of those Valine's neat script work.
Was there something else?
No, Master Nathan.
I return to my home, locked the door and collapsed on the bed.
This..isn't the thieves hideout. I look around the buildings and spot the arena.
So. I'm in West District. That's where Tald's Tavern is. Perfect. I recall Jacia giving me a pick pocketing assignment in the arena, but it isn't open tonight. It only opens on 1st, 4th, 7th, 10th, and so forth between 6 pm to midnight.
Tald's Tavern. According to Master Nathan, it's full of Dhorn patrons. With a little luck, I should be able to find out where Caron's killers are.
Men clad in the Dhorn military uniform is on every table. It doesn't look like the public like to frequent this place. I must look out of place. I ignore the stares and proceed to the back room.
That's when I met him.
The Dhorn who wanted to blackmail me in that warehouse. The one that Timo scared away. He's waiting for me? Really? He glances at my direction and gave a smug look.
He grins widely when he sees me. Hm. Perhaps this man knows something about the two Dhorn who killed Caron? Though I don't think it'd be such a good idea to question him here. I need to get him somewhere else private...
He turns to the man by his side.
He lifts his glass and drinks deeply. Seems like he had a couple of drinks already. The other man looks rather snobbish to me. He gave me a brief glance before returning to his drink.
He motions to the barkeeper to stop serving his friend.
They both clap each other on the shoulder, and the man called Simon whispers something into the other Dhorn's ear. Then, Simon leaves the tavern. The remaining Dhorn turns his attention back to me, eyeing my breasts with great interest.
He pulls a face.
I'm doing this for Caron.
He clears his throat, then speaks louder than necessary.
He takes my hand and lead me out of the tavern. I follow.
Outside, the Dhorn leads me to an unoccupied house in the western part of the city, where we go to the second floor. The house looks pretty tidy, as if it's being cleaned on a regular basis.
I yield to his demand. I need him satiated. Then I can pry him for some information.
He unzips his pants, then lowers himself on me, spreading my legs apart. His member is already firm. He's pretty big, too. Slipping his hands under my bottom, he pulls me against him, thrusting deeply into me. I remain silent, keeping the memory of Caron's death fresh in my mind. He starts moving against me, slowly at first, then faster and faster. His fingers trace over my hips, my arms, my breasts. Perhaps I can ask him about the killers. Later. When he's in the afterglow.
I do my best to excite him, but he's content with just pumping away into me. As soon as I shift or try to change positions, he holds me in place.
I sighed. This beast is the black sheep in the Dhorn's ranks, perhaps. I will need him for the information...but to surrender myself like this. I bit my tongue and remind myself of Caron's suffering. He yells out as he crests, his hot liquid spurting deep inside of me.
He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight, breathing heavily on my neck.
Now's my chance.
He winks at me. He knows, but he doesn't feel like telling me. I need to find a way to pleasure him and convince him to tell me. I watch as he produces a few coins from his pockets.
Hmm. I can try again tomorrow with him...but I doubt I'll do better. I need....practice. He grins and blows me a kiss, then he's already gone.
LP Comment: :facepalm: Guess we need to practice our skills.
I recall a thief in the hideout, Paurie, telling me about a secret assignment that requires me to bed sailors. I suppose I can take up that assignment and further my knowledge in that area of ...uh...'expertise'. It won't be pleasant. But It's probably for the best.
I nod. This is for Caron.
I waved him away and left the hideout for the harbor districts. It's not too difficult to find these dock workers. They drink the hours away at night and work during the day. Within minutes, I found my first mark in a tavern.
We both exit the tavern and found ourselves an abandoned warehouse.
I pocket the gold and swallowed hard. I can't back out now...
He points down at his seed stained member.
He tucks his member away, he starts walking towards the door.
I watch as his figure disappear and retched. Bastard. I'll kill him next time. I put my clothes back on and left the warehouse, tired.
LP Comment: No. That did not increase the Art of Love. We'll...need more.
I should rest. It's...been a long night.
Huh? Who's there? A burglar?!
I quickly pull off my street clothes, revealing my leather armor underneath and drew my shorts sword and shield.
Good. I need to vent my frustration anyway. I raise my short sword and met his attack.
It's over. I drew a deep breath and wondered how he got in here. Maybe Master Nathan needs to change the lock. Or...did I leave the door open? I need to report this to him immediately.
LP Comment: Actually, yes, this is a one time encounter that is triggered if you don't lock your apartment room door before leaving. Another one of those Valine's neat script work.
I return to my home, locked the door and collapsed on the bed.
anus_pounder
Arcane
Erebus said:
I almost used this pic several times before, but I just knew a better occasion would come. And that's now. I can't imagine this module getting any sillier than the "sexy skill".
The mix of good and ridiculous is really fascinating, in a way.
This.
for putting up with all the bad sides of the module, RK47. Keep up the great LPs!
hoverdog
dog that is hovering, Wastelands Interactive
this.lightbane said:
I know. But this is the only to carry out our revenge. It'll pay off. I promise you.
Valine is really forcing the player to sacrifice their dignity to get things done, unfortunately.
Finding Caron's killers through Jero is completely optional quest. But I feel there's enough strong motivation to pursue it.
However, uncovering the Dhorn spies is mandatory and needs to be followed up. Thankfully, you have the option to skip the sex content for that one.
Apologies if I seem to be contradicting myself. But there's sufficient motivation, and it's simply means to an end.
Valine is really forcing the player to sacrifice their dignity to get things done, unfortunately.
Finding Caron's killers through Jero is completely optional quest. But I feel there's enough strong motivation to pursue it.
However, uncovering the Dhorn spies is mandatory and needs to be followed up. Thankfully, you have the option to skip the sex content for that one.
Apologies if I seem to be contradicting myself. But there's sufficient motivation, and it's simply means to an end.
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I got that part, it's still pretty shitty that that's how you gotta go about it though.RK47 said:
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I just thought about this from a few updates back.
I think Valine wasn't getting sloppy but was trying to set up something even more fcuked. Notice the stocks and what the dog keeps trying later.
RK47 said:
LP comment: No narration about how hard Aisha's nipples are when she comes into contact with the cold, hard floor? No abrasions of her slit on the surface at all? Valine's getting sloppy!
I turn my head slightly and glance about, my eyes only reluctantly focusing on what's going on around me. I'm not alone! Seems like two of the guards aare fumbling around with a nearby wooden device. There's also a cage with a large animal inside. And a weapon rack, not too far away from where I am. That's good to know! Oh, one of the men is cussing loudly..
I think Valine wasn't getting sloppy but was trying to set up something even more fcuked. Notice the stocks and what the dog keeps trying later.
I try to fend it off. For a couple of minutes we tumble around, the mastiff jumping up on me then again sniffing my groin, trying to get its head between my legs. Finally it seems to give up, though it stays close by my side, wiggling its short tail and glancing up at me.
Bad dog!
I glare at the mastiff. It sits down on its haunches and gives me a curious look.
You really shouldn't do that, you know.
The dog starts sniffing my feet again. Hm. I don't think I'll get rid of it that easily...
LP comment: The Dog is basically a basic fighter, with decent Hp to be a cannon fodder. And no, you can't fuck the dog. If you don't resist enough, it'll cum on the princess's thigh.
Brother None
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Is this for real?
I was hoping you'd be able to keep sparing us from the worst of the exploitation schlock, RK47. Is it pretty much necessary to up this sexy score bull?
Brother None said:
Is this for real?
I was hoping you'd be able to keep sparing us from the worst of the exploitation schlock, RK47. Is it pretty much necessary to up this sexy score bull?
"The pain will only be passing, you should survive the process."
"Endure. In enduring grow strong."
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Brother None
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Oh, I will endure. But only because it's you, RK 
Wish I could put that in my sig here.
Wish I could put that in my sig here.
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