The Battle of Borkhul's Bastion (DnD 5e, Short-ish One-shot) EXTREME

[Relikai]

Woot! Looking forward!

[Hamadryad]

Crud, I just finished.  I'll clean this up a bit, as it was a little rushed truncated and submit later.

Eek, sorry. Send it in anyway, I might have a spot for you if I craft  up this alternate adventure.

Edit: also, the OOC is up.

https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303455.0

[Pink Professional]

Glad to have made it on board. Let's kick Orcish butt

[Eobelle]

Name: Maeryll ferch Cynfyn

Race: Half-Elf

Class: Barbarian/Warlock

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Personality: Maeryll is moody and uncomfortable around most city folk.  However, her patron's gift has made her body language confident, persuasive and seductive.  Without knowing it she attracts attention, and any performance or deception has a sexual connotation, as Rhondda is the patron of sex and death, the small and large deaths.  She uses that body language to do most of the talking, for the added sensuality is better than having to talk too much.

Maeryll is a lesbian.  She is too awkward and unsure to approach anyone, and she is too brazen and scary for most women to approach her, even though when she moves, she looks like pure sex.  Men usually don't approach her, and when they do, they are quickly rebuffed.  if a man touches without her permission, he will be lucky to lose just the hand. No man who has groped her has yet lived.

Maeryll loves dancing, singing, and otherwise having a good time, which is strange for she seems to hate everything any other time.  The ephemeral arts that you don't need to carry with you were her only creative outlet, other than murder, and her tribe has a long tradition of popular and sacred songs and dances.  It is her last connection to them.

Backstory: Maeryll ferch Cynfyn was born to a human slave of the Broken Spear wild elf tribe.  The tribe was known for their skill as harnessing the magical power of the wilds and a mighty inborn talent of magic.  However, even for elves they were slight of build and were easilly dispersed and killed when directly attacked.  So they took up the practice of raiding for human women to bear them warriors to defend them.  Through twisted magic the women bore only sterile statuesque half-elf women that the Elves would take into their homes as warrior-concubines.

Maeryll was inducted into the brutal training regimen almost as so as she could walk.  By the time she was 15, she was the match of any one grown male warrior.  Unfortunately for her, the enemy was not a warrior, but her own wonder at the natural world around her.  Her instructors always yelled at her to pay more attention to the signs of the forest; it was trying to talk to her.  But Maeryll was always half in the feywild, it seemed.  As she was too young to be "married" to an elven family, she would often take long sojourns into the wild.  An audible twig snap later and she was running after a human intruder, right into the net trap.

The slaver sold her to a Gladiatorial Stable. To her great luck, a credible one run by Jonda, a female Half-Orc, not one of those flesh merchants who were more than happy to slake the crowds thirst with their own stock.  Jonda knew how to sell a match, and put her young charge in the tiniest of leather loincloth and halter top to entice the crowds and publicity. Her first matches were against much poorer foes, and with her bloodthirsty upbringing, Maeryll had no problem dispatching her foes in a gruesome manner.  after all, they would do that to her, right? 

Death was her only companion, she rejected the advances of fellow slaves and even her owner as much as possible.  Sometimes she fought 4-5 times in a week, her shame at being captured and put on display crystallized into the desire to kill as many outsiders as possible before she eventually fell in battle like she should have in the Forest of her tribe.  As the years passed, she began entering the arena with only her weapon and shield, boots her only covering to taunt her foe and dare them to strike her flesh that became peirced and tattooed with glyphs of death that she remembered from her tribe.  Her fights became wildly poplular, and she reveled in slaying the enemy in front of their own, who were screaming for their blood.

That is when She came to her.  Rhondda, the death bringer, she who severs the neck.  Rhondda spoke to her through her uncountable raven each perched on the sky altar, where the slain from the arena were given for the birds to clean.  A holy place for the specter of death.   Each raven spoke a single word, but with the multitudes, sentences came out.  Rhondda would give her something to live for, some purpose.  Feral became something more that day, not just a savage death-bringer, but a hero for those who have passed.  The next day she challenged the champion of the arena, a freeman dwarven fighter. 

When was seen that day will never be seen again.  it was as if the dwarf made every wrong move, zigged when he should have zagged, while his opponent was faster than could be seen, always in the right place.   His lifeblood spilled on the ground, a sacrifice to her new patron to let her adventure. 

She was offered unholy riches to stay, but she had better prey to stalk than a comfortable life.

misc: The magical ritual that the tribe does to the Half elf children ensures that the child is female, but that the uterus of the child forms as if she were male, which causes the girl to develop a non-functional, but highly sensitive prostate.  The ritual also causes the child to never develop the oil and scent glands of an adult, remaining essentially scentless (animals that track by scent have no problem though), and their digestive system is made efficient and clean.  This is so the polygamous wild elves have multiple holes to fuck at the same time without mess.

Character Ons/Offs: Ons: Exhibition, Lesbian sex, Anal Offs: Straight sex, scat, watersports

Players Ons/Offs: Ons: Non-con, exhibition, forced prostitution, anal, gang, anal gang, Lesbian sex, Rough sex, Monsters, Bestiality, tentacles
Offs: Snuff, Gore, Sexualized mutilation, scat, watersports, Impreg

Sheet: https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1887816

[Relikai]

Eek, sorry. Send it in anyway, I might have a spot for you if I craft  up this alternate adventure.

Edit: also, the OOC is up.

https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303455.0

Quoting this.

Not sure if the others caught the link to the other thread 

[HopeFox]

The other two of you who did not make it, please remain on standby. If anyone drops out you'll be thrown into the action, if you're still willing. Over the next couple of days I will let you know if I have something else in mind for you, possibly a duo game. It depends on how my workload for next week goes.

Okay! Thanks for considering me - I actually had a really good time writing this, and I learned a bit about the system and the setting, so I feel I got something out of it already. I'm definitely keen for anything else you come up with, though!