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<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>Vit, go ahead and post your reply to the previoius bit of roleplay on here when you get the chance.
So we get our first round of combat here. Mekie - yes, having a cock in your mouth counts as flat-footed. Marissa - you just were not paying enough attention.
Pretty happy with THIS sketch. Tisemy looks very badass, but that's on purpose. She's trying to intimidate our two girls who she just whomped. See RP underneath.
With a berzerk scream of fury, Tanick's mother makes a surprise whirlwind attack of oportunity against three flat-footed targets with exotic weapon: broom. (1d20+1 str mod, +2 rage mod vs AC, no dex mod = 15(12+1+2) vs Mekie(AC 14 flatfooted) - hit, 13(10+1+2) vs Marissa(AC 10 flatfooted) - hit, 10(7+1+2) vs Tanick(AC 10 flatfooted), hit. 1d4+3 subdual damage with exotic weapon broom: 5 points subdual damage Mekie, 6 points subdual damage Marissa, 4 point subdual damage Tanick, +2 points circumstantial bite damage to Tanick due to a broom to the head to Mekie. Tanick's Mom takes 10 to knock two targets off the precarious perch they have her wagon's driver's seat).
For Mekie and Marissa
A series of short thumps against the sides of all three of your heads sends the two girls tumbling from the coach seat. The next thing you know, you two are sitting in the dust on the road, watching the wagon rumble merily on it's way. Tanick's mother leans around the house of the wagon to wave her broom at you threateningly. "Stay away from m'son, ya skivvy trollops!"
An elderly bat driving a nearby wagonhouse shouts back "I ain't been near your son, ya cranky ol' fool!". The angry deer splutters for a moment, then replies. "Not you, ya whore, them!" and points the broom at you two.
With a surprised glance at you, the bat chucks at her Zeril and then saws the reins, pulling the two drey beasts to a halt nearby. She hops down from her perch on the front of the wagon spryly and makes her way over to the two of you.
As she aproaches, you get a better look at the old bat woman. Dressed in a revealing crushed red velvet gown, only slightly dusty from travel, she is in surprisingly good physical shape for one her age, although her wings are a bit tattered, and patched in fact in at least one spot, a swatch of silk having been sewn into place where the leather did not heal itself properly. Her face is a mask - litterally. Enough makeup has been painted on her that her face-fur is one solid mask of paint and rougue, the fur having been plastered flat against her. It's a mask of a rather younger female bat.
"Don't mind ol' Tisemy, she's always been overly protective of her son. And I should know! Name's Akela." The bat puffs her chest up pridefully, her sagging breasts swelling outward. "And I have the esteemed position of being this caravan's lady of marketable honor." Akela offers the two of you a wing up out of the dust...
For Vit:
Go ahead and post your roleplay response here rather then the previous post...
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i gladly take the womans wing and help myself up out of the dust "ohhh thank you. its nice to see that those who practice the worlds oldest proffesion are freindly" i dust myself off and glare at tisemy "ohhhh that prudish little thing... right in the middle of my fun. she probably needs some release more than her boy dose.." i then smile remembering the state i left the poor boy in "though im guessing that poor little buck is a bit riled up now that i didnt get to finish" i give akela a wink
*giggles playfully getting up herself and smiles purring playfully before pondering and shrugs eyeing the old doe with a playful grin she sets her sights and works off a small "alter breast" spell on the old doe to shrink the womens chest to almost nothing temporarily then looks at the older bat with a smile and grins "marissa, pleasure you meet you"
mekie giggles "ohhh you naughty little spell slinger. hehehe well have to find some way of getting pay back on her but.... go ahead try it on me now... id love to see how they look.... but wait will my chain mail rip?" i say pushing my breasts right up against yours but then sudenly looking curious.
((whoopse! I should have said - from a mechanics angle, chances are your chainmail would not rip, unless Marissa made your breasts significantly larger. Rather, it would suddenly become quite difficult to breath - think corset. If she made your breasts big enough to overcome the materials strength of the chainmail, the shirt would likely explode rather then rip. Chain link shrapnel everywhere. I'm going to make a GM call here and say the same magic that keeps your skin from ripping when your breasts enlarge magically protects any growing parts until they are done expanding, so provided breasts are made large enough, they could burst through plate mail safely, leaving the victim topless and topheavy. And likely to suffer from an aching back the next morning...))
((I'm going to say no on that - it's a spell that can be used in combat which means it takes less then one combat round to cast - that's 6 seconds. Pretty fast expansion, and your chain shirt is form-fitting, with a clasp at the neck to complicate things. I'd say you'd be better off taking it off before hand. ;) ))
I glance back towards where all the shouting is coming from and briefly wonder if any assistance is needed. I turn to Na'nfr. "I'll be back in just a moment better check up on everyone." I jump off the wagon and make my way towards the back checking to see where everyone is. Once I see that everyone is safe I work my way back to the wagon.
The girls seem to be fine, if a bit dusty. They seems to currently be in close conversation with an elderly, if rather suggestively dressed bat woman. There is a rather pissed off looking female deer driving a wagon near the end of the train who was likely causing all the commotion. Oddly enough, a strapping young buck lays on the cart seat next to her in a fetal position...
"ohh yes interesting dreams indeed... mabee i should sneak in and finish what i started... hehehe mabee but anyway" mekie happily pulls down her chainmail cups revealing to the others her goods without an ounce of shame "ok not to big now just a few cup sizes larger. i wana test em out and see how they look and feel"
Akela ooooohs appreciatively at the sudden breast enlargement, looking down at her own sagging breasts speculatively. "Can the spell perk these up a bit?" She asks, the bat arching her back artfully.
((And let's cap this RP so I can draw Marissa groping and enlarging Mekie's boobs))
((And let's cap this RP so I can draw Marissa groping and enlarging Mekie's boobs))
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