The Exiles (closed group)

[sansuki]

This is the thread for a game I'm running for a pair of PCs. No, I'm not looking for anyone else, sorry! Trying an EXPERIMENT to see how much I like running PBP for two people. :3

OOC Information Storage Post

Pathfinder Vore rules being used: https://www.dropbox.com/s/p73gowjg33qvc ... 2.doc?dl=0

PCs
(note: Sheets do not have the vore feats/traits bonuses baked in)

Xarius, Catfolk Paladin of Sarenrae: Character Sheet
Personal gold/treasure aside from what's on the sheet: None
Stomachs escaped: 0
Live meals eaten: 0

Delia Castra, Succubus Lotus Geisha: Character Sheet
Personal gold/treasure/gear aside from what's on the sheet: None
Stomachs escaped: 0
Live meals eaten: 1 (Mage, 5 HD)

Companion NPCs

1. Aron
Drow (assassin?)
Meals: 1 (Ship's captain, 6 HD)
Relationship status: +3

2. Chira Herdless
Centaur warrior
Meals: 3 (Multiple soldiers, 9 total HD)
Relationship status: +1

3. Garth Mazorn
Half-orc priest
Meals: None
Relationship status: -2

4. "Mona"
Human(mostly) sorceress
Special Gear: Imperial Academy Medallion
Meals: 1 (Soldier, 3 HD)
Relationship status: +2

Other NPCs

None yet.

Current Party Treasure/Money

All treasure has been shared out equally. There is no Party Treasure right now.

Base of Operations/Property

No base. No fixed property, though you do have a good chance to sell much of the prison ship's cargo.

Quests

1. Escape Captivity. The party is chained up in the hold of an Imperial prison transport en route to a horrific fate. You must escape. COMPLETE.

Map and General Geography

Spoiler: show

World Map! http://i.imgur.com/EaXniot.jpg

The world's major known landmass, roughly a thousand miles from west to east, is controlled roughly two-thirds by the Empire. The Empire grew out of an island, mercantile capital city which united the trading and farming communities around the Stara Sea two or three centuries ago, and then went on a war of conquest which finally ground to a halt fifty years ago roughly on the current lines. Since then, there's been large-scale skirmishing and occasional open wars along the border, shifting a few days' travel back and forth (usually in Imperial favor), but large scale settlement of the borderlands hasn't been quick. The Stara Sea is usually a cool, calm body of water in which most of the Empire's vast trading fleets sail. The richest farmland in the world collects in the many river deltas that flow into the Stara Sea, and forms the backbone of the Empire.

To the east is the vast and landless Ocean as far as anyone's ever sailed; to the north, the hotter Sea of Storms, prone for its violent monsoon season. Past the sea is a collection of small and large islands rich in silver and quicksilver, hot, humid, and disease-stricken; colonization past their utility as mines hasn't happened. South of the mainland, the water and air cools quickly; ice usually covers the land to the south, and few explorers go past the very northern tip of those lands.

Outside of the Empire is the “Barbarian” lands, a mix of feudal and autocratic realms noted for being very racially diverse (and unfortunately frequently riven by wars). A long peninsula known as the Scorpion's Tail arcs up into the eastern edge of the Sea of Storms, with scattered large islands enclosing the Corant Bay. Home of the best fishing in the world, the only thing more prevalent than the fish (and merfolk) is the pirate ships and raiding boats from 'barbarian' communities; the Imperial navy, mostly stuck in the Stara Sea, can't effectively patrol a third major body of water. The Scorpion's Tail is the site of the Empire's worst defeat, 34 years ago, when a massive invasion army meant to fortify and seal off the northern entrance to Corant Bay was annihilated (mostly devoured) to a man by a rare confederation of barbarian kingdoms. Ever since, the Tail has been noted for a disturbingly large number of undead.

To the west, in the south, an archipelago of chilly, heavily forested islands populates the Savage Sea. Few Imperial explorers have ever gone, and the rumors about its denizens and riches are fantastic enough that some adventurers dare the risks to go- few return. (More will be added about specific locations as they are discovered and explored by the party, or come up in backstories.)

Key Locations

-The I.S. Merciful. A slightly dilapidated caravel doing transport duties between the mainland and silver mines. 80' x 20', with three decks and some weaponry. A workhorse ship with little special about it in the wider world. Currently hauling the PCs to their legally mandated fate.

[sansuki]

Obviously, the trial was more to make people feel better than it was to actually provide any reasonable ability to argue innocence or guilt. The guilt had been determined well before anything was aired to the public, and prisoners were usually prevented from speaking in their own defense with a gag if need be. For Xarius, the charges were simple. He'd performed a summoning, and instead of the angelic herald of of Sarenrae that should have come at his command, a wretched demon claiming to be a succubus had emerged from the magic circle instead. The creature was definitely of demonic origin- the evil of it rose like a stench in the pristine halls of Xarius's home temple. There were many explanations that could have been made to a group more inclined to mercy than his fellow priests, but when Xarius made them his peers rejected him. The only consolation in those dark days was that, though her mortal servants shunned him as a heretic or secret demon-worshipper, the goddess herself hadn't withdrawn her warm, comforting presence at the back of his mind.

The priests' guild held their own, private trial, at which Xarius had protested his innocence to no avail. The charge was gross heresy, and the main evidence the gagged and bound demoness at the paladin's side. Formally, he was convicted and stripped of his status as a servant of Sarenrae, and then handed along with his 'familiar' to a bulky, humorless squad of Imperial guards for civil prosecution. And when the priests said someone was guilty, how could the state disagree with the donation of a fresh body for the mines? And so Xarius was put in the dock, the imperial solicitor reviewed the evidence and reviewed parts of the priestly disbarment, and obligingly the court returned its foreordained sentence of exile for life to the silver mines came down. And that was that.

They even held a second, separate sentence for Delia. Humiliatingly, the prosecutor implied that she wasn't even a true succubus, but the bastard whelp of some other demoness playing at a status beyond her abilities. Delia didn't clearly remember some things, but she was fully certain she was a succubus- and from the little grin on the prosecutor's face, she suspected he knew it. Being a demon- being a half demon and not painfully and exhaustively repenting- was itself a crime here in this place. Of course, the verdict returned, exile for life to the silver mines along with her 'master'. The Empire wasted little time; still chained and gagged, the two were put on a wagon, guarded, and trundled northward through the heart of the Empire to northerly ports. Traveling day and night with little chance for true rest, the smell of salt in the air one dawn told the pair they were near their destination. As it happened, a small caravel was readying itself for a jaunt across the Stormy Sea while the weather allowed, laden with supplies and a few other prisoners. Xarius and Delia were loaded aboard at the last of the cargo, and soon the bobbing of the ship grew more pronounced as the ship set sail for their new home.

What little of the ship they could see was a simple, three-decked ship, perhaps eighty feet long and a quarter as much wide with a single tall mast and sails draped from it. The top deck was where the sailors worked, and two hatches led down. The prisoners were taken through the rear hatch down one level, and into a set of heavily walled rooms. Delia feels it hardest- as soon as she's shoved through one cell and the wooden door shut behind her, a leaden silence and anti-magic field shuts down many of her senses. Xarius is put in the cell next door- she can barely sense that much- and from then on, the two's world consists of their small six foot by six foot rooms.

The first few days at sea are the worst, with the bobbing enough to make tender stomachs queasy with the bobbing of the waves. After their first 'meal'- hard, stale bread and slices of something that might years ago have been cured meat- they were chained to the wall hand and foot for safety's sake. Delia gathers from the way the guards' faces look and how they act around her that one of the other prisoners (How many were there? Ten doors- but how many cells empty?) caused a scene while being fed and bid to upgrade their diet with a guard. Thus, the prisoners were all bound uncomfortably tightly and chained to a wall, with only a small circular hole for sunlight to remind them of the outside world. It's a pitiable, miserable existence, and one that lasts for another two monotonous days as the transport sails on out into the open waters.

When it comes, salvation arrives with almost no warning. Delia and Xarius both feel a gossamer-soft, warm touch on their cheeks, feeling like a perfumed breath on their face. A giggle sounds, at the very limit of hearing. Words seem to whisper in their ears, with just a slight press of a moist tongue against their ears and then a feminine whisper almost too soft for sound:

”No ending here, unless you make it-
If you want your freedom... go and take it.”

Another evanescent giggle (could it be from Xarius's goddess? If not, who?) fades into the prisoners' heartbeats- and then comes the impossible, blessed sound of slight mechanical clicking as chains and manacles fall off in a pile at the two prisoners' feet separately and simultaneously. They're still in a dank cell, but now... the prisoners are unbound. And there was another click... from their doors.

((Welcome to the game! Some general things: Put actions/dice rolls either in spoilers or double parentheses. If you think you need to make a skill roll to do something, do it! If not, I will probably roll myself if need be to keep things moving, but my general rule is that I will only roll dice when it really matters and when failing would have significant narrative consequences. Currently, you're aboard a prison transport with an unknown number of guards, an unknown number of fellow prisoners, and no equipment at all. How will you go and take your freedom?))

[CassyInko]

((As tired as I am, I should not have wrote this up tonight...x3 But, alas, the night is long..))

To call Delia 'sour' might have been as much of an understatement as saying dancing in a nest of hornets 'stung'. The last couple of weeks of her life had honestly not been going exactly according to her grand plan. In fact, whatever her grand plan was when she got around to making it, she was pretty sure that being stuck in a little room on a dark, dingy boat, chained to the wall, would be tickling the bottom of the list. It wasn't even the dark that particularly bothered her - it was the unending lonliness that came with her predicament, a predicament that gave her ample opportunity to roll over how things had happened in her mind. She'd been...in her own realm, a small but heavily populated section of the abyss that she lorded over. She'd been...well liked enough, lax in her rule, and of course there had been all manner of slaves to satiate her every desire, be it physical or otherwise. Her furnishing were lavish, her bed comfortable, her throne made of the finest silks, soft and supple and just perfectly crafted to fit her backside...

She remembered it, quite clearly...but it all became blurry after that. The major details were there, but she couldn't quite remember the smaller stuff. Names. Faces. Conversations. How in the hells she'd managed to end up summoned into a holy ritual. Oh, how incredibly weak she'd felt at that point, as if every ounce of strength had been sapped from her body. It was hard to even stand up, was hard to think...and, it had taken very, very little to subdue her and slap a pair of chains around her wrists and ankles. It wasn't to be said she didn't almost escape a few times - even as drained as she felt, she remembered all too well how to get into someone's mind, bend them to her will, or even use her natural charm and beauty to sway others to her way of thinking. So close she'd gotten, so very, very many times, to getting one of those guarding her to slip up, to give in to her charms, to bend to her will...

...Every time, though, lady luck played it's hand against her. The first time, an unexpected switching of the guards. The second, a random visit from a so called 'demon human' to determine her origin, only for him to find her nearly completely unchained, the guard that had been watching her well under her whims.

So many times...and so many times it had failed miserably.


From there, the personal insults continued to mount. A prosecution who said she, SHE, was a lesser demon simply playing up to the aspirations of a succubus. The nerve, the THOUGHT. Oooh, how badly it frazzled her tail to think of that smug little man's face, the way his wolf-like tail flicked in a sort of smug self-satisfaction when he knew his verbal taunts and jeers were really starting to get to her. Hmph. Give her a single day alone with the foolish wolfman, and he'd find out first hand just how much of a demon she could really be.

From the trial, things had really gotten no better - traipsed off to a ship, locked away with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company. She FELT the presence of the feline-man who'd summoned her in the adjoining room, but all attempts to shout out to him, to call to him, were met with nothing but muffled sounds in return. She couldn't hear him, every bit as much as he likely couldn't hear her. Really, she had no idea what to think about him. To hate him, for being so bold as to summon her. To admire him for being powerful enough to do it. Perhaps a mixture. She'd not quite decided on her feelings - and what vengeance to extract - quite yet, not that she'd not had plenty of time to think about it. What was his name...Xari? Xarius? Yes, that sounded right. Xarius.

Oh yes. She wanted to meet him again, if only to discuss exactly what had happened to her...and how he was going to fix it!

To make the trip all the more dreary was the food. It wasn't that she couldn't subside off of normal food, at least for a little while. It was how HUNGRY normal food made her. As much as she ate, it nourished her body...somewhat. Yet, it left this void inside of her, a gnawing hunger that was desperate to be filled, filled with the energy of life, the souls or spiritual energy of those whom bedded her, or experienced the soft, warm interior of her belly...

She might have been given food to eat, but she felt as though she was starving. In a way, she actually was - it might take another few weeks, but eventually she'd likely be too weak to crawl to her feet. Her magical powers would fade. It was slow and unpleasant, and not something she was particularly looking forward to. Besides, she'd hardly make a good 'slave' if she could barely walk.


Ugh, the room was so lonely. Her only contact with others was when they threw her scraps of food and just enough water to wet her lips. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, knowing this was how her life was going to end - carted off to some mine to toil until she could toil no more. Pheh. Hardly a fitting ending for someone of her stature!

It's during one of those darker thoughts that the voice, soft and whispy and just barely audible, tickles the edges of her hearing. Pointed ears quivering in curiousity, Delia's eyes lifted, her red eyes - glowing pools of crimson in the darkness of the room - flitting about for the origin of the voice. Take her freedom? No end here...?

"..W-what? Who are yo--oh!" The clatter of her manacles dropping to the floor made her heart leap into her throat. Freedom! Well, as close to freedom as she'd been during the past few weeks, anyway! The subsequent click of the lock upon her door made her shiver anxiously - she could get out! She could escape?! But...could she? With so many guards on board...how many where there, anyway? Where could she find help? Perhaps the other prisoners...? It was as good a place as any to start.

Creeping silently to the doorway, the voice that had granted her a chance for freedom at least momentarily forgotten in the excitement, Delia gentle pushes it open just enough to peek out into the hallway and make sure the coast is clear...

((I assume...stealth here, maybe?? Sneakypeeks!: 1d20+14 20 ))

[sansuki]

Cautiously, the succubus pokes her cell door and it opens just an inch or so into the hallway without even a whisper of sound. At the end of the hallway is a sandy-haired human guard sitting down in chainmail, a sword and shield on the table; he's doing paperwork on the table at the moment, and doesn't notice the slight disturbance in the hall. The 'prison' seems to be built as one hallway running half the length of the narrow ship, with ten 'cells', each one a thick door. At the end is a desk and a currently empty rack of weapons. Lanterns hung in the hall give a little too much light for her to be comfortable with just boldly walking out and approaching the guard without being seen, however. Delia can feel a tingle on her scalp as it pokes into the doorway and out into the hall, the welcome feeling of magic trying to return to her yet held at bay by the field in the cells. Also coming in through the door are the less welcome smells of unwashed people packed into small rooms with a sometimes queasily pitching ship and little care from the guards other than to toss in food every so often... but under it at the very edge of her senses is the welcome smell of salty, fresh air. And, of course, food, in the person of the unaware guard right there- her stomach growls eagerly just at the sight of him. Probably a farm boy, raised healthy and wholesome, with a few years' military training keeping him nice and strong. Delia can practically taste him already... but how to get to him without him yelling loudly enough to alert the entire ship?

(( Perception Check: 1d20+2 6 ))

[XarcesTheDelicious]

Of all the fate's the god's could have dealt him, never in his wildest dreams would Xarius have imagined he'd be labeled a heretic, a summoner of demons, exiled from the temple of his faith, cast from the land he'd protected and loved, stripped of his title and sent to a distant mine of all places to toil miserably until his dying day. Things had been going pretty well for the young catfolk up until recently, he'd made a name for himself among the Paladin's of Sarenrae's temple, had proven his preference for ranged combat and stealth as an effective alternative to meeting the enemy head on with shield and scimitar. Many where the enemy's of the temple that'd been dealt a swift death from the tip of his arrows. From heretics, to demons, and even a few encounters with the undead, Xarius had played a crucial role in putting an end to many of the temple's, and civilization's problems as a whole...the light of the sun had shown favorably upon him for many years.

He'd even made a name for himself outside the temple walls, having outshown all comers in every local archery competition, the feline was also known for his charm and good looks. Many where the hearts of local barmaids that where stolen in his presence, even married housewives eyed the proud young catboy with lustful envy, each time he rode by. He was well known for lending a hand to those in need, and knew how to have a good time each time he dipped into the local tavern after his shift patrolling was over. Known to have a lighter side to him than most who served the temple, having a knack for getting into mischief and trouble, yet it was always in good fun. Many drunkards had learned their lesson not to accept or challenge the quick witted feline to a game of darts, horse shoes, or anything of the sort, for their coin purses had always ended up lightened, with the catboy leaving with a smile at the end of the day...of course that all changed the day he'd met Delia.

Over the past few days, locked away in the darkness of his cell, Xarius had all the time in the world to think, and reflect upon the events that led him to this stage. Even after going over the details a thousand times he cannot make sense of what went wrong. Why when he'd done the ritual perfectly...had it summoned Delia, summoned a demon? None of it made sense to him, and while he could sit and speculate all he wanted, nothing was going to change the fact that he had been exiled and was likely never again to see the light of day. While this didn't bother him too much, being able to see quite perfectly in the dark, a trait that had served him well many a time in the past. The fact he'd never again see the people he'd grown to know and protect again, never see his friends, and even if he did, what would they think of him now? He'd never aspire to greater feats within the paladin order.... and never even get the option to settle down and have a family, never well much of anything. He sighs slinking low against the wall, hanging from his chained arms as his tail curls inward against his legs, his ears drooping in the darkness. He knew he was innocent, or at least that the goddess had not forsaken him...and yet he also knew that his exile was the cleanest way the priesthood could of dealt with him. At the very least they'd not executed him then and there, likely due to his previous record and the many friends he had in the order, and populous at large....and at least he'd went out with his head held high, well as high as it could be at any rate. He'd not groveled or begged, or cursed the temple or his goddess, having taken his sentence with a manner of dignity...at least the people would remember that...

The only silver lining in his Exile is that the succubus that'd caused this whole ordeal was being shipped along with him... not the usual dealing of a demon by the temple. But at least it would allow him a chance to possibly talk with her, to discover what she knew, and maybe shed some more light on the situation. He did feel bad for her though, the mines where not a place for a fragile beauty like her.... succubus where not known for their strength, and being forced to perform grueling amounts of physical labor was quite possibly the worst fate he could possibly think to befall such a creature, where she a mortal, they may as well have sent off a princess to work in the mines, they being as equally unfamiliar with the slave labor that awaited them.

How long had they been out to sea, Xarius had no idea. Several times he'd heard Delia's voice call out, yet the cell walls muffled her words, to the point that even his keen cat ears could not discern their meaning. Likewise he figured his own voice was lost to the walls around him, that after a time he simply stopped responding. Deciding to conserve as much of his energy as he could for the hardships to come. The only contact he received, the only thing signaling the passage of time, was when the guards would come by with food and water. It wasn't much, and it tasted awful, but at least it broke up the monotony of being stuck in silence, rocked to and fro by the motion of an unseen ocean. That is at least until after waking from several hours of uneasy rest, to a sensation he thought he'd never feel again, a tender, warm caress against his cheek. The catfolk's eyes darting open, pupils wide and dilated as they take in the darkness around him, scanning the room he sees not a soul. Yet he feels a gentle tingle of warmth on his skin, his nostrils flaring at the sweet smell of a woman's breath. "who...who's there?" he quietly asks, wondering if he was dreaming, wondering if perhaps an apparition was haunting his cell... yet he hears words, a promise of freedom, and a wetness against his sensitive ears, that reminds him of the touch of a tongue. A sensation that even now causes his ear to flick, and his skin to bristle with goosebumps. What happened next, he can only describe as the work of Sarenrae, his chains miraculously coming undone, the lock to his cell clicking as if magically being undone!

His heart pounds with excitement, black furred tail swishing eagerly behind him as he silently makes his way to the cell door. He'd always been lucky throughout his life, and he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, be this an act of his goddess or otherwise, he wasn't about to stay put in his cell a moment longer. He needed to escape, to get out and find a means to defend himself, at least that way he could avoid being re-captured. Finding a place to hide until he was able to slink away once the ship hit land was a reasonable idea as well. Regardless, all chance of escaping involved him leaving this cell behind him. Sure the guard's may be alarmed when they discover it to be empty, they may search for him, they may even find him... but he'd just have to cross that bridge when he came to it. Besides, a few prison guards should be of little match to a highly trained warrior of the temple of Sarenrae!..exile or otherwise. With his excitement on high, feline ears perked and alert, the catfolk pushes the door open and slinks ever so cautiously out into the hallway.

The area outside his cell was at least familiar to him, he'd seen it in being transported inside after all. His eyes scan the various doorways, wondering how many of them were filled and by what. His eyes tune in on the guard sitting alone at the far end of the hall, head darting the other way to see if he was left with other options. If nothing else, he could brandish one of the torches lining the wall to defend himself.... perhaps he could even lie in wait and ambush the guard as they where busy feeding the other prisoners?.... While entertaining such thoughts his feline eyes would take note that his was not the only cell that seemed to have been open, why the cell right next to his was cracked just a hair...and as he looks closely, he makes out a slender feminine face peeking from within. Cocking his head, he mouths the word 'Delia?' it had to be her after all, what other beautiful maiden would be stuck in a cell on this gods forsaken vessel?

Xarius

Spoiler: show

sneak cat: 1d20+15 30

prepaired spells:
lvl 1:
Divine Favor
Hero's Defiance

lvl 2:
Litany of Entanglement

[sansuki]

Xarius also peers just a little out, and finds the guard just as disinclined to see his slight motion as he was Delia's. His erstwhile summoned companion is also being careful, only showing one eye and just a hint of hair through the crack in her door. On the other side is the steep ladder/stairs- Xarius doesn't know the nautical term- that leads to the upper deck and fresh air. The hatch is closed, but there's no obvious way to tell if it's locked or not.

[CassyInko]

The sensation of the magical field supressing her energy rolls across her head like greasy water as Delia pokes her head out of her little room, taking a quick scan of the hallway. Ugh, that felt...SO much better. Just having her head outside the field of magical negation made her thoughts function a little bit better, made that 'empty' sensation inside of her that much less overwhelming. Despite how desperately she wanted to slip fully out into the hallway, she dare not just yet, not until she'd taken stock of her surroundings, and --

--Oh, hello...a guard. Even had she not been practically starved on 'normal food' for the past couple of weeks, Delia doubted her stomach would have rumbled any less. Even from this distance she could smell him - smell his vitality, smell the faint tint of salty sea air that had brushed his skin, smell the faint hint of wine on his breath, a little nip he'd took before his duties began? As much as she preferred the less direct approach to such things, to sensually ease someone down her throat, let them settle into her awaiting belly nice and slow....it was a feat of willpower to resist the urge to simply rush from her room, leap upon the man, and stuff him down her throat with all the lack of tact one might expect of the common barbarian.

Again, a soft little pang of hunger rumbled in her stomach, making her winch slightly in displeasure - mmf, it really had been a while. She could feel that emptiness inside of her like a hole in her chest, a gnawing hunger that the strapping young man would satiate so nicely...

Even if she got caught, even if somehow they discovered her after her stomach had already reduced him to a delicious, nutrient-rich soup...it mattered little. Everything he was would go a long, long way towards keeping her alive long enough for her to sneak off with another meal...perhaps one of the unfortunate slaves at the mines? Mm, who knew - she cared little about that far in the future. In the here and now, she felt weak, she felt hungry, and the unawares guard would be the perfect meal to get her back into top form.

How, then to go about it. Perhaps she could use her innate charms too--

The sight of the catboy in the cell next to hers slipping out into the hallway causes Delia to jump slightly, her eyes widening slightly at his sudden appearance. He'd gotten out? How? Yet, there he was...the one who'd summoned her. The one who'd taken her from her life of pleasure and delight, and gotten her thrust upon the dreadful ship with all it's...unwashed prisoners.

Well. A guard might make her feel better, but a catboy prisoner...? If he came up missing, the odds of her getting punished as severely were low...

From the little slit in Delia's doorway, Xarius can just barely see the outlines of her face, illuminated only by the soft, red glow of her eyes. She was...smiling? Slender, delicate-looking fingers slipping around the doorway, the succubus pulled her door open just a little bit further, her fingertip curling in a welcoming beckon, bidding him to step, silently, into her cell...

[XarcesTheDelicious]

Looking on in the dark, Xarius is not entirely surprised when the succubus wordlessly beckons he enter her cell. After all discussing anything out in the hall ran the risk of the guard taking note of him, even if he was doing his best to remain as stealthy as possible. What he did find a little odd was the manner in which she was looking at him, smiling with those red unearthly eyes. Where he not able to see perfectly fine in the darkness, her visage would have looked rather intimidating peeking out into the dimly lit hallway. Of course the fact he'd dealt with demons before helped a great deal, and the knowledge that these cells seemed to have an anti magic effect upon them, for even the much less magically inclined catboy had felt the magic inhabiting pull of his prison's walls.

Stepping into her cell, Xaruis makes sure to dip around the side so as to not allow his tail to flick or stray out in the hall way inadvertently. Once inside he finds himself face to face once more with the very demon his ritual had ended up summoning... not since that fateful day had he been this close to her, at least unsupervised and unchained. So many questions rushed through his head, so many things he wished to know, to discuss, to ask...and yet he knew now was not the time for such inquiries. His freedom, and survival took priority, if they could manage to escape, well, then there would be plenty of time for all the questions in the world.

Standing tall the catboy speaks softly as to not alert the guard, yet even so his voice carries with it an undeniably smoothness, a confidence that permeates his every word "I see you got your cell open too hrmm?" Xarius begins, as he did find it rather peculiar that both he and the Delia had seemingly both been granted the same opportunity for freedom... this knowledge only complicated the cause of his own release even further. Had every prisoner been set free by the unseen force that had awoken him? Or was it just he and Delia? Or had she been treated differently than him in her own cell, had she managed to free herself on her own? He knew succubus could be quite tricky, but well... without the use of their magic, he wasn't sure how much luck she would of had on the guards, especially guards who knew anything at all about the prisoners they where looking after.

"Delia isn't it? I'm Xarius...nice to finally meet you. Funny we get the chance to say that just now huh?" he rubs the back of his neck with one hand lightly chuckling at the awkwardness of the situation, while extending the other in greeting, as truthfully the fact they were just now able to introduce one another was rather comical when he thought about it, especially when one considered many of the steamier rumors and stories people had been telling about them since the moment Delia had been summoned. "Look, miss, I know the past few days have been hectic, and from what I've seen, you seem just as confused about what went on as I am.. but for now we've got more pressing issues on our hands....namely, this ship's destination..I for one do not intend to live out the rest of my life in a mine, I'm far to handsome for that." he teases "I'd assume you feel the same?" he pauses for a moment, only to grin "about the mine...though your flattery is always welcome." he interjects before getting back on track "Good, then maybe we can help one another get out of here... unless of course you've always dreamt of becoming a prospector, in which case, who am i to stop you from fulfilling your dreams?" he proposes, grinning playfully once more, as all the while he continued to assess the situation. With her help he was sure his chances where much better, at least until they where free of the ship, succubi had certain wiles they could work on mortals after all, wiles that could come in handy where they to be used in securing them safe passage off this very ship... "I'm sure you saw the guard down the way... I'd be surprised if he didn't have access to a set of keys..and the sword and shield he's got there would come in handy in the event things get hairy for us while on board. Of course how to procure these items is another issue entirely, we could..perhaps... use the fact that both our cells have been unlocked to our advantage... one of us could call for the guard's aid...and when he comes to check, or tell us in person to be quite, the other can fling their door open and subdue him from behind. Of course we could opt for a more direct approach...or attempt to avoid him entirely by heading the other way in hopes that the hatch is unlocked....any preferences?" Xarius asks, cocking his head curiously as he was quite interested in how she'd react to all he had just said.

While awaiting her response the catboy is able to get a better look at her, despite it being dark in her cell he can make out her feature's quite clearly, from her fiery hair, red glowing eyes, soft kissable lips, delicate pointed ears, slender neck and ample cleavage that was just barely visible as he maintained eye contact. Not allowing his eyes the luxury of feasting entirely on her assets, as after all this was their first meeting, well that and he knew her to be a succubus. Still, where he to have met her in a tavern, he'd surely have shot her a winning smile and made good on a charming introduction, before offering to buy the beautiful lady a drink. Here, well the only drink he could have offered was that disgusting excuse for water the guard's periodically offered them...that or fresh sea water the moment they hit land, neither of which seemed very appropriate offers.

[CassyInko]

When Xarius steps into her cell, Delia felt a little shiver of excitement course through her body. It was not only the feeling of not being alone anymore - that was nice in and of itself, admittedly - but she could smell his vitality, his youth. Lifting a finger seductively to her lip, she lightly suckles upon the tip, her faintly glowing red eyes slowly roaming across his body, getting a good look at him. The clothing they'd left him in was tattered and a little on the ratty side, allowing her a good look at more of him than she would have normally gotten in more civil circumstances. The sight was an enticing one, to say the least. He looked young, and even a little on the malnourished side from the stuff they'd been feeding him, he stilled looked stronged, looked lithe and agile, had a cute face, twitching ears that she could just lick forever...and a tail just long enough to be slurped up like a long, succulent, furry noodle when she was done with him. I made her heart beat in excitement, in desire. Dare she just jump upon him? Just stuff him down her throat - it seemed fitting, right? After all, he HAD been the one to get her into this predicament in the first place.

...Yet....

There also was the point that he was here on the ship, the same predicament as her. He was, what...some kinda member of a holy church? She could SMELL the good on him...but, that also meant he was likely someone who could be trusted. Someone who wouldn't end up turning on her, if for no other reason than to appeal to his own sense of justice. After all, she might be a demon...but one pulled unfairly from her realm, imprisoned simply because of what she was...and all because HIS summoning went wrong.

Biting her fingertip, Delia weighs the options in her head, even as she takes a few seconds to give him another good looking over. She COULD eat him...or she could use him, let him help her escape...and from there, who knew. Listening to him, Delia couldn't help but smile - well, he was certainly a confident and witty man, wasn't he? Mm...well, as delicious as he might be, he'd be of no use to her as a little more padding on her chest...no, not when he could very well help her escape the blasted ship.

"Haha...well, yes. A stroke of luck, but...open it is." Her voice was as smooth as silk, both sweet and sensual at the same time. It was hard to imagine it belonged to a demon at all, every syllable dripping with a sort of 'desire', yet had a gentle, almost bubbly undertone to it that left any who listened wanting a little more "Mm...and yes, my name is Delia. Xarius, I know. You're the one who summoned me to this dreadful place..." There a little pout in her voice, but the smile on her soft, peachy-colored lips remains "And, as exciting as it might be mining for silver...no, it's not particularly what I wish to do with my time in this realm. After all, there's so much more out there. Fine food...comfortable beds...delicious wines...and yes, the first obstacle is that little man sitting just outside..."

Gazing into Xarius' eyes, she could practically SEE his efforts to keep from glancing down at her breasts, to focus his attentions upon her face. As most succubi were, she was indeed quite a spectacle - her ears, long and pointed like and elf's, added a sort of exoticness to her features that only further enhanced her beauty. Her eyes, glowing pools of red, seemed so intense, yet to calming and seductive at the same time, and no doubt once she'd gotten into a little light, the sinister light to them would fade. Her facial features were slight and pretty, pampered and soft, every bit as lovely as one might expect of his thoughts - a princess or some other type of pampered royalty. Her hair, even a little unkempt after so long without proper access to things to care for it, was still long and red, hanging in loose curls around her shoulders and along her back, ending just above her wings. Even her lips were pretty, soft and just pouty enough to be attractive, without being overstated "As for the man outside..."

In a single, smooth step, Delia closes the distance between herself and Xarius, pressing the very breasts he'd been avoiding gazing upon tightly against his chest. Her own clothing was ragged and tattered, just enough to keep her somewhat covered...and it was all too easy to feel all the better details of those breasts, just barely contained within "Well...I'm sure I can talk him into just giving us the keys ,if he has any. Likely that sword and shield, too. Of course, in order to do that..."


The gentle crackle of muscle and shuffle of unused leather announced the unfolding of her wings, wings that softly flicker forwards around Xarius' body to embrace him in a hug, even whilst her own hands were placed upon his chest "...I'll need a kiss from you, mmm? Just one...small...kiss...and I can see about getting us out of here. I'll lure him away, and we can see what he knows...maybe even free some of the other prisoners to help us with our daring escape, Mmm? Just one...small kiss from the handsome catboy, mm?"

[XarcesTheDelicious]

Gazing intently into the succubus' eyes, Xarius' ears perk and swivel as he follows along with her every word. The catboy quite curious to find out if the succubus was interested in helping him, searching for any signs of pent up animosity, or uneasiness around him, for while he was a paladin, and while he had vanquished his fair share of lesser demons in the past.... they'd all done something prior, to earn the scorn of his arrows. As such, simply being a succubus, was not cause enough for such actions. As it stands Xarius actually finds himself enjoying her presence, her voice quite pleasant to his ears, and her image, well that he was doing his best not to over indulge himself in.

Xarius' hazel eyes widen in surprise when Delia suddenly closes the gap between them. Her wings unfolding to wrap around his body, as her soft, warm breasts press firm against his chest. Xarius lets out a soft, surprised gasp, inhaling the succubus' sweet scent in the process. As she presses in against him, Delia would be able to get a feel for the toned, and athletic body of the catboy which was partially concealed behind the prisoner's garb their captors had permitted him to wear. Likewise Xarius would be gifted the chance to feel those luscious orbs of which his eyes had battled so desperately to avoid focusing on. His senses unable to block them out, would fully take in and enjoy the sensation of the perky buds that capped each delicious peek, as his firm body provides a base for which her breast to press and expand upon.

As if the feeling of her body pressed against his, her scent assaulting his nostrils, and her smooth, leathery wings spreading to enfold him wasn't enough to get his heart racing. The prospect of a kiss, leaves him weak in the knees. Xarius' heart races in his chest, his rate of breath quickening as his whole body seems to heat up. The thought of pressing his lips to hers was delightful and even though he knew well what she was, a part of him longed to lock lips with the succubus. His eyes darting down to focus on her mouth for several seconds, ears swiveling as if surprised at what he was hearing. "You want me to...kiss you? Then you'll take care of the guard?" he asks, going over this peculiar offer in his head. Xarius allowing his strong hands to slip around her sides in the meantime, one hand resting gently against the small of her back, while the other dips down to tenderly cup the succubus' rump. "Well now...how can i say no to such a tempting offer." he begins, leaning in while closing his eyes, his soft warm breath wafting against her lips as his own are brought closer and closer. Yet just as it seems they where about to make contact, Xarius veers off to the side, pressing a tender little kiss against Delia's left cheek. Even pressed against her cheek Delia could tell he was a gifted kisser, his lips soft and warm, yet firm, as they press and meld themselves up against the surface of her skin.

A charming smile spreads across his face the moment his lips leave their mark on the succubus' flesh. "A small kiss, just as you asked.... of course, if you desire the press of my kiss elsewhere, lets see about getting out of here first, then we can talk about putting my lips any and everywhere on your body you may desire." he suggests, his voice dripping with flirtatious promises, and teases. Xarius maintains his grip on her rump all the while, allowing his fingers to dig ever so lightly into the flesh, painting a perfect picture of her rear in his mind. His heart continues to race as it seems he wasn't quite ready to simply let go, his grip was firm, and yet loose enough for her to pull away if she so desired.. perhaps he was waiting for her to make the next move, possibly even taking what she wanted, or perhaps he was simply trying to prove he was capable of going toe to toe with a succubus, in more ways than one.

[CassyInko]

"Mmm-hmm...just one little kiss, and I'll take care of him. Don't worry...I don't bite. Unless you want me to." Delia teases as he glances down at her lips, which part just enough to show him the slightly elongated canine teeth intermixed with the smaller, less-dangerous looking humanlike teeth that filled her mouth. They were brilliant and dazzlingly white, which made the soft, pink interior if her small little mouth seem all the more inviting, all the more cozy. For the average person, the sensation of her breasts squeezed up against them, the warmth of her body, the softness of her lips, how open and inviting she seemed...would have been difficult, if not impossible, to resist. There was simply something about her that was disarming, something that invited one to let their guard down, to submit to her desires..

..Fortunately for Xarius, Delia was not the first demon he'd dealt with, even if she was the first succubus he'd come into contact with. Even average demons had some small amount of control over the desires of others, feeding off their ambitions, their rage and anger, feeding off the darkness that inhabited their hearts. Succubi simply embodied a different set of desires - desires of the flesh, pleasures of the body and mind. Even within the confines of the cell, where the majority - if not all - of her magic was held at bay by magical wards, there was still something, SOMETHING about her that was...difficult to get out of his mind, especially at such close proximity. It, needless to say, did not make it any better when his fingertips sunk just ever so slightly into the soft, warm flesh of her rump, dimpling it just enough to allow him to feel that tantalizing softness that had just enough firmness to be alluring, enticing to gaze upon...or feel settle into one's lap.

Yet, as enticing as she was, Xarius somehow found the strength of will to - as her lips purse for the incoming kiss - slip his head to the side, planting his lips not upon her own...but against her cheek.


At first, Delia's lips pull back in the semblance of a snarl, her eyes narrowing at the audacity, the nerve, of teasing HER--

---just as quickly, the look passes, and the succubus actually giggles gently, her expression softening "Ahahah...well, I should have known it wouldn't be so easy against a...what, knight of the temple? Hmm-hmm...oh, you're going to make this FUN Xarius..." Sliding her arms upwards across his shoulders, Delia locks her arms behind his head gently, gazing up into his eyes "Aaand...I'm going to take that as a promise. When we get out of here, those lips...wherever I so desire, Mmm? For now, though..." Standing up on her tippy-toes, Delia again presses herself tightly up against Xarius' front, her wings squeezing a little more tightly around his body "....I need a kiss. Don't worry...this won't hurt a bit, and I'll take only what I need."

Rather than waiting for another response, Delia tilts her head in and - with a little nip against his bottom lip - presses her lips against his own. It's soft, just barely a touch, but more than enough for Xarius to feel the amazing softness of those lips, how they lightly pulled at him, the faint wetness upon them, so pleasant and inviting...

"Mmm..." All at once, he feels a little 'tug' at something inside of him...then euphoria that rolls across him in a wave, seeming to spread from her lips and just engulf his entire body. In that single moment, he could feel every part of Delia, might as well have BECOME her. Could feel a body...himself?...pressing up against her front, sending little electric shocks of excitement and desire throughout her body. Could feel her wings tightening slightly around him, holding him still as she deepened the kiss, her tongue gently sliding along his lips, sampling his flavor - a flavor she clearly seemed to like. Yet, underneath all that, he felt other things. Desires for power. Wants for comfort, for pleasure. Sincerity at 'not hurting the catboy', treating him gently, taking only what she needed to be able to power her abilities. Even a little fear at being brought to a mine to work out the rest of her life in torment and toil, simply for her poor luck. Desires for freedom. Desires to find her new place in this world. Desires to return to her old home. So many desires, so many sensations, so much incredible input...

It was unclear how long it had really been, but the sensations slowly fade, and Xarius feels her lips slowly pull back from his own "Mm..much better." There's a little sensation of dizziness, but it passes quickly, and Delia's hold upon him doesn't release "...Sorry, sweetie. I just needed a little energy. I promised I'd be gentle...and I was, wasn't I? Don't worry, you'll be fine. Once we get out of here, though...I think I need another kiss from you, hmm? Next time, no draining...promise. So, the guard..." She whispers, settling down off her tippytoes, though her eyes never leave his own "...I'll distract him, mmm? You're a big, strong catboy...you can take his sword and shield, and maybe we can scrounge some keys off him. Would be nice to see if some of the other prisoners would help us in our daring little escape, hrm? After all, the more the merrier..."

[XarcesTheDelicious]

Xarius, seems rather pleased with himself when his kiss to the cheek catches Delia off guard. He knew enough about demons, and a little about succubi, and while he'd never walked a day in one's shoes, he imagined it was a rarity that anyone would be able to hold out for even an instant in the presence of such a beautiful, and seductive creature, Yet of course he had done it, and had gone a step further than that, having openly flirted and teased her. While he'd not been entirely sure what to expect in return, the tightening of her wings around his body, the position of her hands behind his head, indicated that she wasn't about to let him go so easy. "Of course, you have my word on that, my lips anywhere you want them, soon as we get out of here." he agrees, offering her something to look forward to were she to play nice, and aid him in escaping along with her.

What happens next takes even Xarius by surprise. He'd of course heard tales of what the kiss of a succubus could do, of them draining away the souls of men. Yet when she presses her lips to his, the catboy's eyes shoot open wide, his ears and tail standing on end, as he can't help but muffle a surprised moan of pleasure against the softness of her lips. The pulling feeling of her kiss, the pleasurable warmth, the tingle that seems to wash out over every inch of his body from the central source of Delia's lips was like nothing he'd ever felt before. While this was far from his first kiss, it was unique to him in so many ways, where ordinarily he'd delight in the sensations of her lips, revel in the warmth, in her taste of her kiss, now... while those where all certainly present, while he enjoyed them just the same, and even allowed his own tongue to dart out and tease and play against her's adding additional depth to the kiss... it was all but overshadowed by the feeling of unity he experiences with the succubus. His senses overloaded with a flood of emotions, his own being washed over by Delia's pleasure, her desires, her uncertainties, and fear. He can tell in an instant why she was doing what she was doing..could sense her being careful not to take more than what she needed, and feel the seed of fear she hid so well in the back of her mind, the dread that he two shared at the thought of living out a life in the mines. Of course the pleasant surprises would not be exclusively experienced by just him. For as Delia sups upon the catboy's soul, upon his life energy, she would taste but a hint of the sweetness of his soul, taste but a fraction of the torrent of vitality and youth that burnt brighter than any ordinary man within him. The taste of a soul strong enough to wield and call upon the powers of the divine, a soul infused in life giving energy, able to perform little healing miracles on a day to day basis.

Holding her tightly within his arms, Xarius allows the kiss to continue unimpeded, taking no steps to resist or push her away, silently reveling in the sensations that wash over him, melding his lips to her own as he kisses back. The whole experience could easily have lasted an eternity, so detached and out of sync with time was he, though in reality it had only been a few seconds. When the kiss breaks, Xarius sighs softly, his eyes fluttering as he looks to the sucubus, "Well that was... he begins, her kiss clearly having been much more than expected. "Well, you could have warned me first." he teases in response to her apology, though the tone of his voice softens as he would add "it was nice though....and yes, you were gentle... I trust you got what you needed then?" he asks only to grin widely to her proposal. "Mmm yes of course, once we're free you can have all the kisses you want... but yeah...it would probably be for the best if you kept the draining to a minimum." he murmurs still a little light headed from the effect of her kiss, his senses gradually returning to him as he continues to hold her body close in his arms.

When Delia shifts the conversation back to the guard, Xarius nods in response. "Yeah, I should be able to manage getting a hold of the sword and shield no problem, if you keep him distracted...as far as the other prisoners go, lets be careful about who we go letting free....not everyone who gets sent to the mines is done so without good reason." he cautions " No sense letting someone go who's as likely to work against us as they are with us ya know?...though there is merit to unleashing a caged beast on it's captors and simply getting out of the way" he continues with a shrug, able to see the benefits of either approach "But first things first... the guard." Xarius releases his hold, taking a step back to smile warmly upon her. Though the light headed and dizzying sensation of her kiss had faded, the memory would stick with him for many nights to follow.

[CassyInko]

'Mmm' The softness of the kiss was delightful, but more delightful still was the taste of the catboy, the sensation of him so close to her, his vitality burning in front of her like a veritable beacon. He had a strong soul, one that would no doubt feel so delicious sliding down her throat...with or without the accompaniment of his body. Still, she'd said she wouldn't hurt him...and it was a word she intended to keep, for now. After all, he might very well be the difference between a successful escape and getting reimprisoned. With one last little flick of her tongue along his lips, she finally breaks free, her wings rustling as she slips them out from around him, once more folding them against her back "Warned you? Would you have let me if I said 'I need to kiss you to drain some of your energy?'? Besides...it's always better when it's a surprise, isn't it?" With a little giggle, she steps back, twirling around to show off her backside "I felt a little pent up desire there. Like my rump, mm? Well, I do get that kiss later, don't I?" With another playful little giggle, Delia slaps her shapely backside, her long, spiked tail flicking up just enough to show off those lovely, curved cheeks in all their glory.

As much as she wanted to further tease him, however...there was the guard in the hall to deal with. The longer they took, the more time it allowed them to discover the jailbreak, and she was not about to get clapped back in irons without a fight, first. Easing her tongue across her lips (and lightly stroking her tummy, where she could feel Xarius' life energy settle and begin to disperse throughout her body), Delia steps lightly to the door "Yes, I got what I needed. Shall we? You get the sword and shield, I'll see about distracting him. Then, we can see who to release and who not to - assuming he even has the keys." Taking a deep breath, Delia steels herself...and, gently creaking the door open, steps fully out into the hallway.

Again, the sensation of the anti-magic field rolls across her like a tidal wave, leaving her shivering as she felt her magical abilities spring back to life, further embolded by the newfound energy she felt coursing through her body. Mmm, it felt good to be out of the cell, and hopefully soon...out in open air. The only thing standing between her and that freedom was the guard...

...time to work her charms.


((Delia is casting 'Charm Person' on the guard, DC 20 Will save!))

With a generous, enticing sway in her hips, Delia steps towards the guard, her eyes glowing red in the relatively dim light of the ship's interior "Oh...you seem to be hard at work. Down here in this dark, dank ship is no place for such a cute boy..." Stopping just at the edge of the light, just illuminated enough for him to make out her features, her curves, her enticing bust, Delia places a finger against her lips "Shhh, no cause for alarm, cutie...was just so boring in that cell, all alone....I wanted to come out and say hello. Keep you company...you'd like that, wouldn't you? There's so much fun we could have down here in the dark..."

[sansuki]

Fully unaware of the little drama being played out in one of the eight cells on the block, an unlucky guard tended to his paperwork. He'd drawn the evening shift the last four nights in a row, "randomly"- he suspected it was just the lieutenant taking a dislike to him that made him sit in the dank, smelly hold with the prisoners while most of his fellows were enjoying one of their few spots of leisure. It couldn't be helped now. He'd glanced up a few minutes ago, noted one, two three... eight closed doors and all was well. Dutifully, he wrote down the time and a verification of cell check. Technically he was supposed to get up and make sure physically each single door was locked, but why? His legs hurt from drill in the morning- drill, in the middle of the ocean! What, were they going to have to form a square to repel cavalry? But his ankles still complained when he got up, so he didn't bother. He trusted the ship's mage to know what she was doing, some high mucky-muck from the capital sent to shepherd these people through to the mines. The guard yawned, briefly. He'd made the check, he wrote it down, dinner wasn't for another hour, and that left daydreaming or napping. Considering that the penalty for being caught napping on duty might see him thrown into one of the cells with one of the prisoners bound and gagged, or at the least clapped in irons himself, daydreaming seemed like a healthier life choice. That ship's mage... there were other women on board, but the luckless guard had struck out with all of them. He hadn't had the guts to go up to the icy elven mage, and so thinking about her as something other than a slap in the face was at least possible, and even if she was kind of lanky, elves had nice curves, right? And they were usually old, so plenty experie-

-out of his peripheral vision, he saw a body in the hallway, and the guard's attention snapped up as if drawn by a lodestone. Nobody was supposed to be using that hatch! All at once, he stood up, trying to figure out why he didn't recognize the face... but when he saw one of the doors hanging up, his heart dropped. Impossible! He drew in a deep breath, ready to yell bloody murder and rouse the entire ship-

((http://orokos.com/roll/384339: 1d20+2 5. The guard is feeling Helpful, even with a penalty for the circumstances. Remember, to give him an order to do anything he wouldn't ordinarily do, it's still an opposed charisma check!))

-Oh. It was... a demoness? He'd heard stories about those, but none of them had been very, er, detailed about what one looked like. Just that it was an eternity of pain et cetera to even be near one. Still- the demon was still in her prisoner's rags, and he was here in armor with a sword. Of course he had nothing to fear. It'd be... silly to rouse everyone for this. Watching as she talks, and focusing on her lips, the guard feels more acutely his lack of success with the women aboard the ship. And what was she saying to him? Practically an offer. Walking out from behind the desk, a ring of keys jangles softly on his hip and the sword stays sheathed on his other side. He doesn't come all the way up to Delia, though, still a little wary- he says, somewhat unconvincingly, "You've got to get back in your cell, miss, or you'll get in a lot of trouble! I don't want them to have to beat you!"
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[CassyInko]

((Couldn't sleep, so managed a post after all. x3 ))

Good. She had his attention, and he'd not instantly started screaming for backup. She might be a little weak, but it was nice to see that she was, at the core, still capable of bending the hearts of men and women to her desires with a little sensuality. Noting his attention to her soft, peachy-colored lips, Delia eases her tongue between them, making a slow, curling roll of her tongue along them to wet them, making them glisten softly in the faint light given off by the lantern upon his desk "Mmm? Beat me?" She says innocently, her eyes widening as if surprised the idea had even been brought up "Why would they do that? They don't know I'm out...it's just me and you. What they don't know can't hurt us, now can it?" With a sensual rustle of her wings and a swing of her hip, the succubus stepped forwards further into the light, finally illuminating her entire body in the soft glow of lanternlight.

Body-wise, she looked very much like a mixture between a human and an elf. A little thicker all-around than most elvish women, and certainly more 'endowed' in the chest area, she nonetheless shared a sort of frailty and fineness of features that could only have been attributed to the long-lived elves. Take into account her long, pointed elvish ears, and might have been easy to mistake her as such at first glance. However, she was also larger than the average elf, and far more curvy, her bust more pronounced, her hips slightly wider, and her frame a little more solid-looking. Overall, had one combined the best features of both races, they very well might have gotten something very much like Delia. Of course, after adding in a long, spiked tail and a pair of demonic wings sprouting from just beneath her shoulderblades.

Closing the distance between her and the befuddled guard step by tantalizing step, Delia's voice drops to a soft, seductive whisper, her red eyes losing their glow as she meets the man's gaze "Are you going to call them? Surely not. I'm sure you know all about succubi, don't you? Harmless. Our only desires in life are pleasure....and i've been cooped up in chains for so...so...SO..." With each overemphasized word, she stepped closer, her wings unfurling more and more, easily enough to encircle him "...Long." In the last moment, she closes the distance between herself in the man in a single long, quick step, pushing herself tightly up against his front. Even beneath his armor, he could feel the tantalizing warmth and softness of those lovely breasts squeezing up against his front, and though she stood only about shoulder-height to him, she was so utterly enticing, so well-formed, so lovely....it was like a fog in his mind, clouding his thoughts. It wasn't bad to focus upon her, right? Not when she was so pretty, pressing herself so needily against him...

Reaching a hand downwards, Delia gave his crotch a firm grope, her delicate, skilled fingertips immediately seeking out the not-yet-hardened flesh beneath, rubbing it between her fingertips, stroking, petting his shaft through his pants just hard enough to entice it to life "Mmm...and succubi have needs. Would it be so bad to have me all to yourself? Feel my bare body pressed up against yours in the throes of pleasure....what say we get you out of this armor, hrm...? And this belt...and these pants..."

Manuvreing her hand upwards, Delia starts to fiddle with his belt, gazing coyly, almost needily upwards into his eyes. The belt - his keys AND his sword, removed at once. His armor, well...that'd just make what she had intended next all the more FUN.

(( Charming all the charms!: 1d20+5 17 Delia is using her charms to disarm the man, pretty much get him naked. The belt with sword + keys will be tossed up onto the table for Xarius to gather up at his leisure, and the armor...well, the guard will have to remove that himself. x3 ))

[sansuki]

((He... failed the opposed charisma check. By a lot.))

The guard's eyes darted around, failing to catch Xarius still lingering inside the cell letting his demonic 'friend' take the lead in neutralizing at least this first thread. There's no relief there for his sense of duty to light onto as the succubus slowly advances on him, and he backs up until he bumps into his desk with a startling thump and rattle of an inkwell threatening but failing to tip over. "Y-yeah, beat you," the guard stutters, even as his eyes are drawn from the succubus's lips down her body... and then back up, focusing on her chest with occasional glances back up to Delia's eyes. "You're, you're out of your cell, and if anyone but me sees you, it'll be bad! They'll go get the captain and the guard captain and the ship's mage, and- oh...." He trails off, watching as if hypnotized as the succubus as she approaches, gaze flitting to her demonic features and nervously licking his lips. Finally, she steps up to him, and the guard gasps in startled surprise.

When put to the question, he says hastily, "N-no! I'd hate for- it'd be wrong to see you hurt," despite his duty to do just that. Startled by the frankness of the succubus's approach, he flushes a deep red from neck to cheekbones, licking his lips again in desperate nervousness. Truth be told, by the time the succubus's fingers reached down her prey was already emphatically erect. Under other circumstances, this guard might have been fun to... play with for a little longer, savor, take her time with and enjoy. He smelled innocent, perhaps not in the literal sense but by the succubus's own standards. Tall and muscular with a tan, he had the kind of healthy, strong body a lifetime growing up on a farm and then a year's rough drill in the army could do. As her hands travel upward, she can feel under his armor the muscles that might have swung a sword into her neck, or might give her a strong steed to ride, or might just be urgently needed nutrition after a long time without. Looking into his pale, sun-washed blue eyes, though, the first of those isn't any longer a possibility- he's in her thrall. Not completely, perhaps, but so far submerged in her charms that it would take a grievous mistake to let him escape.

Hypnotized, he mumbles, "Well... nobody's supposed to come in here, not until the shift changes in an hour... I guess if we're done by then, and- and you really want it, then it's not- it's not wrong, is it?" He asks with almost pathetic need to be validated. Still staring with naked need into Delia's eyes, he starts slowly pulling his armor off, piece by piece, not taking his gaze off the woman he's half-convinced is a lurid daydream yet. Under his armor, there's just a slightly stained cotton shirt and trousers- unbidden, he pulls those off as well, stripping himself wholly naked in the succubus's embrace. Gaze traveling up and down Delia's body as if still not believing it, he awkwardly rests his hands on the succubus's shoulders and leans forward to give her a kiss, lips tasting just a bit of stale wine.

[XarcesTheDelicious]

Xarius had to admit, Delia spoke the truth in relation to his pent up desire, as even he had felt it burning in his chest, in his loins. While the sight of her backside was nothing compared to holding it in his hand, they both paled in comparison to what she eludes to with her playful little tease. Xarius is forced to bite his lower lip at the mere thought of what she could have in mind, what she could request he do with his owed kiss once they where free from their floating prison. "I did say anywhere, and I certainly wouldn't mind taking some time getting more acquainted with your backside....but first things first." he quickly adds, smiling confidently as his eyes drink in the visual treat of her delectable rear, reaffirming her suspicion as well as giving her something more to look forward to once their escape was successful.

While Xarius had admittedly enjoyed the unique experience of having a bit of his essence drained, he realizes he'd have to be careful around Delia in the future, while she genuinely seemed to be taking it easy on him, who knew if that sentiment would last, or if the ability to hold herself back would be weakened in a moment of passion. Still, a small part of him wanted to believe it was worth the risk. Either way, she had another chance to prove he could count on her when it mattered most, as she'd need to be the one to distract the guard. "Glad I could give you what you needed." he comments with a little grin "Now go, do what you do best, I'll wait till you've got his full attention, then I'll slip out and nab his things." He agrees, only to add "And if things go poorly, well I'll be there to back you up." adding that little bit of security just in case.

Once Delia steps out into the hall, it was only a matter of waiting for the right time. Obscured in darkness, the catboy watches the scene unfolding. He marvels at just how easily Delia wraps the guard around her finger, laughing silently at how hard the poor sap falls for it, as he relieves himself of his weapons without so much as a second thought, Of course Xarius could hardly blame him, Delia was extremely attractive after all. Only when he was sure she had him looking away, had his full attention, would Xarius creep forward from hiding in order to procure the guard's discarded weapons.



Xarius

Spoiler: show

shall be sneaking up to take the sword and shield while Delia has the guard's attention

more sneaks: 1d20+15 28

[sansuki]

Most of what Delia's doing is, perhaps mercifully, obscured by her wings, but Xarius can still hear the clink of armor hitting the floor. Thankfully, the succubus seems to have... very effectively distracted the guard, at the very least. There's a pretty well made sword still with the imperial seal on the hilt and a cheaper-made, mass produced flimsy metal shield on the table... along with a jangly ring of nine or so keys, and an innumerable amount of paperwork.

((Xarius gets equipped with: Masterwork longsword, light steel shield))

[CassyInko]

The captain. The guard captain. The ship's mage. Admittedly, Delia was a little surprised to hear there was a mage aboard. It made sense, to a degree - they were transporting a demoness, and even one that had grown weaker in the transition of realms could pose a problem if it got free. Yet, that seemed like overkill. What else, then, where they transporting? Of course, keeping the magical wards in place was not too far-fetched either, and she was sure there were other uses for a mage aboard. Still...

Stowing the information away for later, Delia returns her attention to the man who grew progressively more under charms, reaching up a hand to softly brush it through his hair. Noting that Xarius had crept out to retrieve the discarded weapons, Delia gently spins herself around the man, pulling his attention with her until his back was to her feline ally. With her wings draped across him, and Xarius' rather stunning stealth, she doubted him being see was a problem. Not when the guard had other, softer things to focus his attention on "An hour...?" She whispered gently, gliding her hand through his hair once more and eventually down to his cheek "...you'll be lucky to last ten minutes with me, little boy...I have quite the appetite after being chained up so long." Sweeping her tail around the man, Delia points to his discarded armor with it's spaded tip, then sweeps it up in Xarius' direction, clearly intending for him to have it. Even if it didn't fit perfectly, having some measure of protection would help - and her having someone a little stronger to stand behind would be equally as nice.

"No...it's not wrong. Not wrong at all..." Biting her lower lip, Delia pulls the man ever-closer, backing herself up against the wall to not only give Xarius ample room to retrieve his armor, but also to get herself out of direct sight of the hatch in case it happened to be opened by someone "...All the pleasures in the world, yours, for an entire hour. Well...perhaps not all..." When he leans in to kiss her, he finds Delia a willing recipient, her wings fluttering around his back as Xarius goes about collecting his weapon and shield. It was difficult to tell if it was an act or not - the lust in Delia's eyes seemed real, the way her voice dripped with desire so powerful, so seductive, so intense...

...And yet...

"...There are other pleasures. Things none alive have ever experienced...." Her voice sounded soft against his lips, but no less seductive, no less honeyed and sweet. 'Mmming' gently, Delia presses her lips tightly against his own, sampling the faint flavor of wine, the youthful taste of his vitality. She could SMELL the farm on him, and not the musky scent of livestock or dirt. It was the 'taste' of fresh vegetables, straight from the garden. The scent of a freshly butchered pork cooking in a skillet. The sweat of a day's work. All mingling with the faint salty kiss of the sea, the muscle and stamina gained from training with sword and shield out in the hot sun...

She smelled it all on him, all he was...


...And it was delicious.

With a soft smek, Delia retracts her lips, gazing up into the man's eyes, her warm, sweet breath gently caressing the top of his chest. Yet, as much as she wanted to eat him, as pleasurable as it would be to feel his naked body squeezing down her throat, filling her hungry stomach after so long without...she was acutely aware of just how easy it would be for someone to open the hatch and spot them, thus ruining their entire escape "...What's say we step into my cell, mm..? Would hate for anyone to peek in on us...I'll show you those very pleasures..." Running her fingertips along his throbbing shaft, Delia gazes up at him with that sweet, seductive smile, the sharpened tips of her canine teeth just barely visible between her soft, peachy lips "...I can tell someone is already excited to explore them. Come..."

((EDIT - Delia is more or less going to lead the guard into her cell, allowing him to slide in first. Then, either she (Or Xarius, given he's stronger), can shut the door and latch it, trapping him inside. I expect my charm spell to wear off soon as he heads in, so..will be something taken into account! ))

[XarcesTheDelicious]

Using Delia's distraction of the guard to full effect, Xarius nimbly slips forward to scoop up the discarded equipment. Taking care not to cause any noise that may distract them, he otherwise takes the time to inspect his haul while the succubus continues to work her magic on the clueless man. The sword he deams to be of sufficient quality, not unlike the swords and scimitars that had been available to him back at the temple. He'd of course been trained to wield such a weapon, despite his personal preference for archery over swordplay. At a time like this however, he'd simply have to take what he could get, and having the sword and shield made him feel a lot more capable than mere moments before. Now he'd at least have the means to fend off an attacker should their escape attempt be prematurely discovered. Where the sword's craftsmanship was of a high standard, the shield's was not. Amounting to little more than a rounded piece of metal with a handhold... it would no less prove useful however, as any means of protection, and keeping blades and attacks away from his body would be invaluable. While he understood swordplay a good deal, shields where not something he had a lot of experience wielding, as they were far too unwieldy to use in conjunction with a bow, where as a backup melee weapon was a simple and effective switch when backed into a corner.

After inspecting the equipment and any armor the guard left behind, Xarius gingerly picks up the keys, taking care to ensure each key is pressed against his palm so as not to jingle excessively. He was surprised to see just how many keys there were, and took the opportunity to familiarize himself with them while Delia led the guard away. The catboy inspecting one after another, to see if there was any clear indication etched into them that would indicate their intended location of use. Where each of these for a separate cell? Or perhaps there was simply that many locked doors elsewhere on the ship? Either way, he had them now, and so long as they where not merely a set of keys for a file cabinet in the corner of the room and little else, having them should come in handy. Plus now that he had a sword, where the keys failed, he could always opt to use force where applicable....as a last resort of course.

Once the image of the succubus dips around the corner, slipping into her cell with the guard in toe. Xarius rises to his feet, taking that as his queue to act. Sneaking forward once more, the catboy puts himself in position just outside her cell door. Ears perked and eyes wide he listens carefully to the goings on within. Muscles tense and ready to act, as his tail swishes excitedly, the catboy ready to pounce. Ready to close the door on the guard, to lock him out of the way in a cell, the simplest solution and easiest on him honestly, as they could of course use his sword against him, or Delia could drain him.... being locked in a cell was honestly the most merciful option available. Should things go wrong however, Xarius was prepared to storm into the cell and deal with the unarmed guard personally should it come to that. Of course he'd prefer it not too....as he was eager to get this man out of the way, and begin inspecting the contents of the other cells.