Rirato's World of Bones RP.

[Riraito]

Ora walks into the store and a set of bone chimes lets the store-keep know she's entered. The entire place looks like a small storehouse, with tightly bound boxes full of labelled gear that looks to be some kind of anti-theft measure - very practical, if a little snug.
At the far end of the store is a barred bench where the owner is bartering with an irate Village scout.

"what do you mean you can't give me a discount." she rages... "Don;t you know that the Scouts are the lifeblood of this Village?"

"what can I do for you." the store-keep pipes up, keeping a keen eye on the scout as she storms out the door past Ora..

"We've got all the usual gear you need for life's rigours... and a few... unique items you might be interested in" The store-keep is a tall brunette with close cropped hair, and a series of small scars along the exposed surfaces of her skin, all over her face and chest. She wore a richly gilded loincloth, the standard for a good merchant. It lent her the air of one experienced in the harshness of the world, and has won her share of its battles.

She waves at the contents of her store, and invites Ora to peruse her many wares and knick-knacks stored high on the rich wooden shelves.

"You're new here in town aren't you? I haven't seen you round before... and well, everyone comes through here at some stage... You'll be wanting a map of Genkysou village then - A steal at only 3 shells. Or if you want some nice accessories, we have some amulets of the god Mordana for 40 shells, or fresh loincloths for just 30 shells, second hand ones for just 5, or some cute Suckercougar cat ears stitched onto a hairband to make that man you're after realise what a fantastic hunter you are.. at the fantastically low price of just 3 shells."

Her eyes are appraising your shellbag... and Ora can almost recognise the shop-keeps grey eyes counting out all 100 shells through the thin Gourdplant fibre bag.

(there are no weapons available at this location - and all armour costs 1000x times pathfinder prices - proper armour being a rarity in the World of Bones)
http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/adva ... dGear.html

[Riraito]

Meanwhile, as Ora takes her time picking out items at the shop, another young maiden, barely out of scout school arrives at Genkysou but not by foot as Ora and her companion had. The unconscious body a young, scrawny brunette girl washes up on shores of the nearby lake, alongside broken pieces of boat. Her head comes to rest on the soft sands, beside the slimy bones of some unfortunate girl. For the longest time, she remains still, not even breathing... Then she suddenly begins to hack up the lakewater from her lungs, heaving and throwing up as she did so. She looks around bleary eyed and hungry, and her loincloth sopping wet. Her arm has small teeth marks in it, from where something had bitten her earlier. The skin around the wounds was already beginning to turn an ugly purple, and it throbbed dully.

As she glance around, she could see a school of piranha hunting in the shallows she had been washed up from... If the waves hadn't dumped her out of the lake and onto the sand, she wouldn't have survived.
On one side of the shore, is an impenetrable jungle, dense with trees and tropical fog, and the faint sound of screaming. On the other side is a towering wall of sharpened logs, with a small fishing dock further up the way. She recognises it as the south wall of Genkysou Village - her home.

The Scrawny Scout stands up and brushes the sand off her breasts and readjusts her loincloth. She's not sure where her spear has gotten to... but it doesn't matter to her.
Lyra has never felt so glad to still be alive in her life.

[DarkSider14]

Lyra shifts nervously at the distant screaming. She tries to stand but her wounded arm and the slimy bones cause her to call face to face with the grinning skull of the other girl, she lets out a scream of terror and in a flurry of sand and makes a mad dash for the town gate.

She's so close, she's almost home.

[Riraito]

Lyra stumbles to the front gates of Genkysou where the two Sentinels Josie and Jasmine, still stand guard. Their crossed spears Bar the way into the Village proper. They look the scraggly girl up and down, taking in her appearance, from the mop of messy wet hair on her head, down to her golden scout necklace with the sapphire gem in it, to the blue pauldron on her shoulder. Josie's eyes come to rest on Lyra's wounded arm, and a light frown falls upon her face.
"Halt - and Identify yourself!" Jasmine demands authoritatively, as she levels her spear at the oncoming young teenage girl.
The two gate guards look like they mean business. They way they move is lithe and has clearly been practised to the point of perfection. There's not a single wasted move, and their eyes take in everything
However, the two of them don't seem too impressed by the youthful scout private in front of them.

[DarkSider14]

Lyra staggers to some form of attention "I'm Lyra, I was with hunting team Gwendolyn" she pauses for a minute the horrors she had seen rushing back to her "I... I think I'm the only one left"

With that her strength finally fails and she slumps back to her knees "please let me in I'm hurt." The throbbing in her arm gets worse as she speaks but she trys to remain tough looking knowing how unsympathetic the gate guards tended to be.

[Riraito]

Josie nods to Jasmine, some kind of unsaid command. Jasmine pulls her shiny metal spear-tip to the bulge in Lyra's throat, drawing the tiniest bead of blood. As she does, Josie reaches down and pulls up Lyra's injured arm and examines it closely, searching for signs of something.
"Hmmm. no sign of any parasitic wasp larvae, fungal spores, or Brain Leaches." the guard intoned professionally.
"Looks like a pretty big Piranha bite. missed the arteries and veins though. You'd still better get that looked at as soon as you can soldier You wouldn't want to get it infected."
"So she's all clear?"
"Yeah - I recognise the kid... she's one of our juniors from when we were in senior year.... tsk... and to think Gwendolyn got taken. Commander Vera was always nice to me when I was in scout school. Such a shame." Jasmine lamented.
"You may pass. Report your team's status to the Scout Barracks."
Josie motioned towards the open gate, and into the main street filled with bustling life beyond.
"Welcome back to Genkysou, little warrior Lyra."

[DarkSider14]

Lyra nods to the too gate guards before wandering in to the village, slowly she begins to make her way to the guard barricks. She tries to stick to the safety of the main roads but the crowds made it difficult during the midday market rush.

The whole way back she kept playing the events of the morning. Warrior Gwendolyn had lead herself and two other rookies Lina and Krystel out on there first hunting expedition. They headed out over the lake to reach the base camp, because of that eel they never made it.

[Riraito]

Lyra walked along main street towards the little bridge that connected it to the execution square, barely paying attention to the crowds around her going about their business. She was too busy reliving the last moments of her friends in her head.

Krystal had never seen it coming. The top of her body had just disappeared in a flash as something big and wet had launched itself over the boat. Her severed legs had just stood there, spurting blood as the Eel landed on the boat and shattering it into splinters.

Lina disappeared into the water, staining it an inky scarlet as the Eel ripped her to shreds underneath.

Gwendolyn went last, the monster lifting her out of the water, its massive razor teeth crushing her pelvis and tearing out her guts as it swallowed her feet-first. She screamed like a frog being eaten by a snake as she slid down into its stomach.

It had all been so fast, so horrible, her squad reduced to fishfood in a matter of seconds.


Lyra walked along past the Genkysou bridge and into the execution square, where the daily executions were already underway. On the stage, some young delinquents were being fed to something with far too much hair, and even more teeth and tentacles, a writhing and slathering mess of mayhem. "Oh Gods, pleaeese - I take it all back - The Village Chieftain was right - She was..."
"Nooooooooooooooooo!!!"
"Don't let it Eat me!"
They cried and pleaded for their lives, but It swallowed girl after girl whole until it was little more than an enlarged stomach with legs attached. Outlines of the girls pushed against the creature's tummy, very much still alive as they were digested.






The square Lyra was in led out towards boiling girl alley, and out to the general store. South was the prisoner holding cells and the short wall to the Monster pens.

[DarkSider14]

Lyra tried to make her self presentable adjusting her loincloth, pauldren and pendent. She made her way to the execution ground proper letting her gaze wander the row of monster pens. Lyra recalled each one from scout training, what it was capable of how to kill it what it did to the unfortunate girls it ate. She then walked by the holding cells watching each of the delinquents carefully.

She glanced over the list of crimes and condemned before letting her gaze fall on the shifting forms of the digesting girls. "What a waste" she thought three of those girls could have been used to distract the eel this morning.

Lyra pulled her gaze away from the hypnotic scene as the next of the condemned where lead out, But at the back of her mind she thought how silly it was that there wasn't a lot between the crowd a tentcled execution monster.

[Riraito]

Lyra could recognise the monsters in the Pen by sight alone
Grey Stalker
Hellhound
Parasitic Wasp
Mother Maiden
Death Toad
Swampsac
Firesnake
and of course, the day's attraction
the Nightvore Slither; an delightful amphibious blend of teeth, fur, claws and tentacles, that even now was being sheparded back to its pen. The thing waddled and hopped its way back, its belly too stuffed to run properly. Lyra could easily make out the bundled forms of girls trapped inside it, squeezed tightly against one another.

The creature belched loudly, and then retched a little, throwing up a girl back onto the sidewalk in a steaming pile of goop at Lyra's feet. Her skin was already turning a light pink, and her arm ended at a bloody stump.
"Gods - I'm out - I'm free... It burns so much! I thought I was going to die"
The Nightvore Slither looked confused at the girl for a bit before making some loud coughs and hacks as it spit up a bunch of phlegm. It's throat cleared, it didn't waste any time getting back to its meal - wrapping the girl up in tentacles and sucking her back into its toothy mouth whole. Its teeth grazed at her body, drawing lines of blood, but she slipped back down it's gullet mostly whole.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"
Lyra could see the girl's bulge travel down its esophagas, and come to rest once agin in the monster's stomach with her friends.
The Nightvore Slither, once again full to the brim with tasty, bouncy, girls, half waddled, half rolled back to its cage under the watchful supervision of its keepers.

As Lyra glanced over at the crimes of the condemned - it read
Amber
Candice
Ethyl
Susanne
Liza
Ophelia

The Named have been accused of spreading vile rumours about the sexuality of the Village Chieftain: The great and powerful Spearmaiden of the battle of Zarful, the hero of Klartoo, and the winner of an honourable duel to the death with Gilda the Great of the Imperial Capital coliseum.

The accused are also guilty of Vandalism of City property with these slanderous phrases.

And of course, resisting lawful arrest by the City Guard.

They have been condemned to death by slow digestion and public humiliation.
Their names and deeds have benn struck from our records.
May their pain and suffering in the belly of a Nightvore Slither drag on as long as possible.


The crowd began to disperse back down main street and into Boiling Girl alley, and back to their homes or jobs, leaving Lyra to her thoughts, clutching her throbbing arm as a trickle of blood dripped through her fingers. To her right was the general store, where a very angry looking Scout was standing, muttering obscenities to herself - she looked rather scary and unapproachable.

Lyra felt down to her loincloth and realised that she didn't have her shellpurse, or any medicines to treat her wound. That and her failed expedition this morning would surely put the Scout commander in a foul mood. Today just wasn't her day. So she was hungry, broke, injured and drenched to the bone.

"Next executions are scheduled to be held tomorrow at the same hour" Came a cry from a herald on stage. "Be sure to come and view some traitorous scum get what they deserve."

Dark thunderclouds rolled over the town square, and began to spit rain as the gods argued loudly above them with flashes of light and sound. The gray gloom hung over the entire town. Yet another thing to pile on the mood of the day.

[DarkSider14]

Lyra resumed her walk towards scout headquarters gently pressing her way through the crowd, she had seen what happened to scouts who returned empty handed. But consider the alternative was digesting in side a giant eel, scraps and sleeping outside didn't seem nearly as bad.

Still she needed to get her wound taken care of, infection wasn't a fun way to die either.

Lyra walked slowly through the crowd not paying attention to the commotion around her as she continued to travel to her destination.

[Riraito]

Lyra meandered through the milling crowds, finding herself on the path through Boiling girl alley towards her destination.

The Hawkers are busy screaming over each other in a war to sell their wares. A heavily pregnant woman walks by holding a thick wrap of some kind of meat, which would be unrecognisable if it wasn't for the cauled bright blue eye hanging out the top. The woman takes a huge bite, and the eye pops in her mouth as she swallows the piping hot food. It smells delicious to the starving Lyra.

Lyra looks around at the girls in the tall boilers, kicking and squirming as they are cooked alive. It was a slim line for a vagabond like Lyra... between being a Scout, and being tomorrow's lunch. Girls of all ages and builds, hair and body colours are moaning and squealing as the bubbling liquids slowly convert them into steaming piles of bound meat.

As she walked through them, thanks to her Scout training, she immediately reckognised the signs of Venus Mantraps at the end of the lane. The vermin plants seemed pretty full and happy, no immediate danger to her. Well, until the closest one shuddered and excreted the remains of a small child into the small sticky pile of bones beneath the cluster. The others seemed to be still digesting their meals though. Unholy screaming could be heard from within the one next to it, as the bulky form of a muscled man jerked in convulsive spasms within it.

Most of the crowd must have known it was there somehow, and sidestepped around the Man-Trap's tongue range expertly. Lyra stopped a moment to smell the delicious fragrance of the meats, and then decided what she was going to do next.

[DarkSider14]

"Well if that doesn't some up the day nicely" Lyra said watching the male form jerk, "who was dumb enough to let a man loose around here,"

In truth there wasnt a whole lot Lyra could do in the alley save for rough up some one for food, but in her state even the pregnant woman might be more trouble than it was worth. So she waited as a group gathered to pass the man traps.

[Riraito]

Some of the younger girls in the alley - skipped through the narrow gap to the side of the Venus man-traps. The empty one's tongue flicked out after them, narrowly missing the fast darting girls. But the crowd begins to pile up behind Lyra, gently pushing until there was no more room to cram in. Then, suddenly every girl on the front line broke for it together in one large group as Lyra had been waiting for.

They shoved and pushed to get across as quickly as they could. The Man-Trap positively throbbed in its perch , salivating in anticipation of its incoming meal. It's tongue whipped out and passed by Lyra's ear to snag the girl running beside her. There was a short sharp cry as the raven-haired girl was yanked into the air. Its pink mouth decended and slathered her with drool as it ate her head. It didn't take long for her entire body to slide up into the plant's interior and dissapear.

Lyra made it to the other side safely... just as the muffled screaming began behind her, as yet another victim began her slow disintegration in the belly of a Venus-Mantrap.

Her arm felt significantly worse after the short run. Now it was throbbing painfully, and the bruising around the bite seemed to be spreading.

Beyond her lay restaurant alley, its sweet aromas taunting Lyra with the thought of rich foods.
to the right of that was the turn off for the breeding enclave... and beyond that was the turn that led towards the Scout Barracks.

There were girls eating frozen brain sorbets from severed heads in the girl-sorbet store. Roasted hellhounds were being carted out to balconies filled with hungry patrons. A small sign off to the right marked with words
"This way to the Slave Markets and the Screaming Virgin Tavern"

Of course, even in this ritzy part of the neighbourhood, there was muck on the road... And bones of the unfortunte girls who had run into one of the hidden dangers of these streets.

[DarkSider14]

Lyra picked up her speed as she turned down the road to the breeding enclave. She needed to get her bite wound taken care of soon. Still she found her self slowing down in the breeders section longing to be one of the lucky girls who lived there.

She began to feel a bit weak as she came to the end of the road. "I need to get some help soon" she thought looking for other scouts along her continued route.

[Riraito]

Lyra passed the breeding buildings, looking in at the plumply baby filled occupants. Gods, how she wanted to be one of them. They got to sit inside all day getting fucked by a real man, and then got the chance to maybe bear a boy of her own. It was every girl's dream come true. A feint vile shrieking echoed through the city barriers as yet another unseen girl was vored somewhere dark by something nightmareish. Lyra couldn't make out where it was coming from over the mutterings and goings on in Restaurant alley.

As Lyra rounded the bend she could see some of the most important buildings in all of Genkysou. She saw the Red tent shades of the Slave Market stages, and the wooden abatoir of the orphanage. Further down were the Guard and Scout training buildings and headquarters and the conjoined barracks.... but most importantly of all was the Screaming Virgin tavern.

It was the place legends began over a drink, and where barfights ended legends. It had everything a girl could want, from Gorudplant Wines and beers , all the way to Firesnake brandy and Venus Man-Trap Whiskey. You could tell it was a good bar, because the heads of all those who had been late with their bartab still decorated the spikes on the front lawn. That meant they'd been fet to the Gourdplants... And everyone knew that the best Gourdplant beer was made from the bodies of former patrons. It was something of a Genkysou institution. They kept a good selection of beer, and regularly cleaned out their plumbing for swampsacs before they got into the establishment. On the top balcony, Lyra could see women dancing with men, naked with drinks in their hands... That was the VIP section... a place where the breeders could party with their husbands, without hangers on ruining the party for them. It looked... fun.

It was probably the busiest section of Genkysou, with young scouts learning their trade, and older ones getting some shuteye before their next journey out to the wilderness. Bidders were busy at work buying sex and snuff slaves from the markets... while Hawkers and Restauranteers made deals at the orphanage for tomorrow's meat shipment.

The smells and sights were all familiar to Lyra, after all, this was her home turf.

[DarkSider14]

Lyra ran... Well staggered as quickly as she could. Towards her destination, perhaps there're would be scraps of hellhound left from an earlier meal, but first. Lyra slowed down as a wave of nausea hit her, she needed to get that arm checked out soon.

It was quite aNnoying the gate guards hadn't patched her up first. If th I got any worse she was libel to tumble in to the next hazard she came across.

Slowing down and focusing she pushed on towards the slave market and after that home.

[Riraito]

The market was full as usual of this time of day. Ladies were leaving with their purchases in tow, bound and chained together so they couldn't excape, or being pulled in small trolleys if they were snuff slaves who no longer had their limbs. There were some fresh cries of agony as some sex-slaves underwent their full body branding. One young, snivelling teenager was being prepped, her body placed into an ornate metal branding cage. As the red hot steel pressed against her skin, she howled like a wounded hellhound. It sizzled for a moment, then they ran cold water to cool the red pattern of burns that covered her entire person and marked her as property. She was one of the lucky ones, she still had her arms and legs, so that meant she was a sex slave... It was a hard life, but it didn't preclude her from one day having children, if she served well. Those designated as snuff slaves, on the other hand, were going to endure short painful existences. Genkysou society had assessed their worth as having nothing more than sexual entertainment. They could be used for any purpose their new owners saw fit, so long as they were eventually terminated. The Slave trainers at the market were exceptionally talented, and by the time a slave was sold, she would have already accepted her place in the world, and follow any order given.

Lyra clutched her arm tighter. It was beginning to go numb already, and the bruising ached terribly... more blood began to well out of the wound as it opened wider from all her exercise. She probably should have wrapped something around it earlier, or done something to alieviate it getting worse. She'd seen what they did to scouts who could no longer fight... and it was ... ghastly. She didn't want to lose the arm like her former friend Hanna had. The screams still haunted Lyra's nightmares.

Pushing past the Markets and the Tavern, Lyra finally arrives at her destination - The Scout Barracks and headquarters. It's an imposing fortress of heavy tree logs. There are few windows, and all of them have shutters. The entrance is a sturdy door, open at the moment, but guarded by the elite Scout Warriors. Off to the side is the City Guard training center and the Scout school. The Scout commander should be somewhere inside the complex, as well as bedding for sleep, and Lyra's bunk and personal item trunk (Empty of course - Lyra hasn't accumulated anything yet)... good for storing anything she would need on her adventures.

At the end of the lane was a barricaded off section of the city - with no entryways in or out... On the barricades were notices that just said Quarantine area. Lyra hadn't been informed what was going on in there... but it probably wasn't good if the brass hadn't seen fit to inform a private like her.

Her stomach growled, letting her know that she was still famished. It was also getting quite chilly, as the water still beading her skin was beginning to evaporate. It was now early afternoon, and the scout barracks was beginning to empty of people on their way out to grab lunch from the local hawkers. Blue shoulderpads filed out of the barracks in streams, as the girls wearing them chatted about their latest trip outside the walls of Genkysou.

[DarkSider14]

Lyra rushed over to her fellow scouts, "hey... Hey I need some help. I need a medic." She called waveing her good arm. " please help me. "

[Riraito]

Most of the Scouts, just pass Lyra by. Charity is really just not in the souls of Genkysou residents. The usual response to seeing a homeless girl, would be to report them to the City Guard, so that they can schedule them for cleaning and processing at the orphanage. No-one wanted to spend time helping a girl down on her luck... they were good as dead anyway.

one of the Scouts leaving the compound, a tall leggy blonde with spear in hand, laughed as she saw Lyra, all desperate with her swelling purple arm wound.
"Pfft - looks like someone wasn't paying attention in basic field medicine class. You should have tourniquetted it with a torn off strip of your loincloth, in case it was poison - made sure the wound was clean, and applied bandages of some kind... prefferably soaked in some kind of grain alcohol. If that bite gets infected, then the only ones that can do you any good will be the Village priests, or the Orphanage."

The rest of the girl's accompanying the blonde made small sniggers of laughter.
"In the field, no-one's in your squad is gonna have time to patch you up... You've gotta be able to do it yourself. You're not going to last long as a scout with that kind of stupidity... you should do us all a favour and volunteer yourself as a snuff-slave if that's the kind of stupidity we can expect from you... You're a Scout, now act like one - get creative."

They turned their backs on the Wounded young Lyra, and continued on their way out of the city towards their patrol for the day.

Lyra was left standing in the lurch.