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"I think I'll see what's going on in the big tent." You smile and dismiss Bodrick, eager to see the creepy vulture vanish. It may not benefit you, but you can't help but feel you'd still enjoy getting rid of him. As you pass the Den of Mortal Delights, you see a white tigress in a very revealing outfit beckoning to you. A disgusted look appears on her face as you keep walking. Oh well, maybe you'll pay her a visit later.
The tent in the center of the Gallaria is a large stereotypical red and white stripped eyesore. Giving most people's fear of clowns, you can't help but wonder if it's just going to be one big joke. Given what little you know about Liladen, you're half expecting to see hundreds of people tied up and getting pelted with cream pies. As you step into the tent, you're amazed at the filled rows of stands all arranged to face a wooden stage in the center. On stage, three mangy looking bears are tossing daggers and swords at one another, a collective gasp rising from the crowd as one is tossed too fast and... well, you've never been a fan of swiss cheese but someone out there may be. Looking through stands for a place to sit, a grin crosses your face as you reckognize the shark and wolf from earlier. Cracking your knuckles and licking your lips, you begin to step into the stands...
...Only to have a hand seize you by the shoulder and pull you off. You barely have time to protest before a rag is tied around your jaws, silencing you. You twist your head and stare at the dark grey scaled claw dragging you off into a section of the tent that is seperate from the rest, thick cloth walls forming a private little 'room' for performers to change in. "Idiot, you have no idea how to keep your mouth shut, do you?" The cloth is ripped off your mouth and you spin around to see the owner.
The dragon standing before you is far slimmer than Liladen and seems to be wearing a dirty red ringmaster's vest and white pants with some odd red stains on them. Violet eyes glare at you from beneath a mangy head of jet black hair. Whoever she is, she looks like she's been through quite an ordeal, her grey scales marked with multiple white scars. Chunks are missing from her ears and, most disturbingly of all, her wings appear to be completely missing. However, what catches your eyes the most is the gold chain around her neck with a small lantern shaped charm dangling just above the cut of her vest. She notices you staring at it and sneers. "Don't even think about it. Your death would be agonizingly slow and painful as I carved every scale from your body inch by inch. And then, when I was through with you, my father would take his turn..."
"Oh yeah?" you ask mockingly. "Who's your daddy, Liladen?" The very thought makes you laugh. Unfortunately, she's not.
"I'm adopted, you retarded little newt. My name is Morrigan. He found me in some fighting pits, took a fondness to my love of causing pain, and decided I could help him out." A sarcastic laugh escapes her lips. "You think he and Estheiim could have a kid of their own? Believe me, I hear them trying every now and then but it's just not going to happen!"
"Er... that's... uh, more than..." You blush a bit and run your claws through your mane awkwardly. "Anyway, why did you grab me? I was about to get myself a meal."
Morrigan rolls her eyes. "Men are always so ungrateful. Look, Liladen told me about your little task and I've decided to help you out. Just so happens, I have a little magic act and I'd be glad to help you out with your little problem. And, as dad said, that will satisfy your little agreement with him." She smiles and you see a wet, black tongue run across her lips. "If you'd still like to take me on, I'm sure the audience will enjoy seeing one of my dagger throwing routines..."
"And what if I don't want your help?" You peek out the tent flap and see the two girls still sitting there, intently watching several performers do a routine involving fire, dancing, and skimpy grass skirts. You're sure would be erotic if one enjoyed burnt meat.
"Then by all means, charge out there like a brute and scare off everyone." The grey dragon sighs and sits down in a chair, staring at you. "You may or may not succeed, and who knows if you'll get another chance?"
She has a point, you have someone here offering to help you. Who knows what she has in mind, but if it gets you a meal and satisfies your little quest, then who can complain? Then again, you could always go after her charm. There might be ways other than force that could convince her to part with it and Liladen wouldn't punish you. Your only concern is that Liladen will decide to go back on his agreement if you get someone else to help you. Maybe you should take care of those two yourself. Of course, there's always enough time to go check somewhere else if you regret coming here.
Time's awastin'!
>> Decline Morrigan's offer and go after the girls yourself
>> Accept Morrigan's help, she must have something good in mind
>> Attempt to take Morrigan's charm by force
>> Attempt to take Morrigan's charm through... other means...
>> Leave the Big Top and stop by the Den of Mortal Delights
Voting ends 5/30 at 4pm EST!
"I think I'll see what's going on in the big tent." You smile and dismiss Bodrick, eager to see the creepy vulture vanish. It may not benefit you, but you can't help but feel you'd still enjoy getting rid of him. As you pass the Den of Mortal Delights, you see a white tigress in a very revealing outfit beckoning to you. A disgusted look appears on her face as you keep walking. Oh well, maybe you'll pay her a visit later.
The tent in the center of the Gallaria is a large stereotypical red and white stripped eyesore. Giving most people's fear of clowns, you can't help but wonder if it's just going to be one big joke. Given what little you know about Liladen, you're half expecting to see hundreds of people tied up and getting pelted with cream pies. As you step into the tent, you're amazed at the filled rows of stands all arranged to face a wooden stage in the center. On stage, three mangy looking bears are tossing daggers and swords at one another, a collective gasp rising from the crowd as one is tossed too fast and... well, you've never been a fan of swiss cheese but someone out there may be. Looking through stands for a place to sit, a grin crosses your face as you reckognize the shark and wolf from earlier. Cracking your knuckles and licking your lips, you begin to step into the stands...
...Only to have a hand seize you by the shoulder and pull you off. You barely have time to protest before a rag is tied around your jaws, silencing you. You twist your head and stare at the dark grey scaled claw dragging you off into a section of the tent that is seperate from the rest, thick cloth walls forming a private little 'room' for performers to change in. "Idiot, you have no idea how to keep your mouth shut, do you?" The cloth is ripped off your mouth and you spin around to see the owner.
The dragon standing before you is far slimmer than Liladen and seems to be wearing a dirty red ringmaster's vest and white pants with some odd red stains on them. Violet eyes glare at you from beneath a mangy head of jet black hair. Whoever she is, she looks like she's been through quite an ordeal, her grey scales marked with multiple white scars. Chunks are missing from her ears and, most disturbingly of all, her wings appear to be completely missing. However, what catches your eyes the most is the gold chain around her neck with a small lantern shaped charm dangling just above the cut of her vest. She notices you staring at it and sneers. "Don't even think about it. Your death would be agonizingly slow and painful as I carved every scale from your body inch by inch. And then, when I was through with you, my father would take his turn..."
"Oh yeah?" you ask mockingly. "Who's your daddy, Liladen?" The very thought makes you laugh. Unfortunately, she's not.
"I'm adopted, you retarded little newt. My name is Morrigan. He found me in some fighting pits, took a fondness to my love of causing pain, and decided I could help him out." A sarcastic laugh escapes her lips. "You think he and Estheiim could have a kid of their own? Believe me, I hear them trying every now and then but it's just not going to happen!"
"Er... that's... uh, more than..." You blush a bit and run your claws through your mane awkwardly. "Anyway, why did you grab me? I was about to get myself a meal."
Morrigan rolls her eyes. "Men are always so ungrateful. Look, Liladen told me about your little task and I've decided to help you out. Just so happens, I have a little magic act and I'd be glad to help you out with your little problem. And, as dad said, that will satisfy your little agreement with him." She smiles and you see a wet, black tongue run across her lips. "If you'd still like to take me on, I'm sure the audience will enjoy seeing one of my dagger throwing routines..."
"And what if I don't want your help?" You peek out the tent flap and see the two girls still sitting there, intently watching several performers do a routine involving fire, dancing, and skimpy grass skirts. You're sure would be erotic if one enjoyed burnt meat.
"Then by all means, charge out there like a brute and scare off everyone." The grey dragon sighs and sits down in a chair, staring at you. "You may or may not succeed, and who knows if you'll get another chance?"
She has a point, you have someone here offering to help you. Who knows what she has in mind, but if it gets you a meal and satisfies your little quest, then who can complain? Then again, you could always go after her charm. There might be ways other than force that could convince her to part with it and Liladen wouldn't punish you. Your only concern is that Liladen will decide to go back on his agreement if you get someone else to help you. Maybe you should take care of those two yourself. Of course, there's always enough time to go check somewhere else if you regret coming here.
Time's awastin'!
>> Decline Morrigan's offer and go after the girls yourself
>> Accept Morrigan's help, she must have something good in mind
>> Attempt to take Morrigan's charm by force
>> Attempt to take Morrigan's charm through... other means...
>> Leave the Big Top and stop by the Den of Mortal Delights
Voting ends 5/30 at 4pm EST!
Category Story / Vore
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 5.5 kB
In all technicality, you STILL would be fulfilling the optional appeasement to the agreement even if she helps, cause Liladen didnt say you had to do it alone. Besides you dont know fully what she's capable of since you just met her, appearances can be deceiving.
So i say accept Morrigan's help
So i say accept Morrigan's help
1. Declining help never seems to go over well in these things.
2. Accepting help from a girl can sometimes lead to your doom, if they're being TOO nice or charming.
3. Attacking a girl is not nice.
4. I would rather not seduce a poor girl to steal her charm.
5. Eh, just leaving without doing anything is boring.
So, ultimately, I say what the four loons above me have said and say to accept Morrigan's help.
2. Accepting help from a girl can sometimes lead to your doom, if they're being TOO nice or charming.
3. Attacking a girl is not nice.
4. I would rather not seduce a poor girl to steal her charm.
5. Eh, just leaving without doing anything is boring.
So, ultimately, I say what the four loons above me have said and say to accept Morrigan's help.
Hmm, although 'no guts, no glory', it could prove a nice feat if Morrigan were to be taken on, but she sounds like one sharp and tough cookie...
That and Brodric did say "The master also mentioned you might enjoy watching some of the feats under the Big Top..." A clue that she might lead to quite some shows...
As much as I'd like to add some variety and vote against the grain, I've gotta agree- >> Accept Morrigan's help.
That and Brodric did say "The master also mentioned you might enjoy watching some of the feats under the Big Top..." A clue that she might lead to quite some shows...
As much as I'd like to add some variety and vote against the grain, I've gotta agree- >> Accept Morrigan's help.
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