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The beginning conversations and procedures are quite boring and long-winded. You discuss your domicile arrangements and which quarters will be assigned to whom. You go over controls to the various protective magical traps in the tower and how to operate them. Your exact powers, roles and responsibilities are outlined in extensive detail.

You discuss access to the theoretical magical research materials you currently lack. Apparently a shipment of supplies will be coming in from the Mainland soon to get the Circle's constructive ability back on its feet. Books will need to be rewritten, wands and scrolls will have to be created, more recruits with magical potential will need to be shipped in and animals will have to be collected.

The current head count leaves you with five circle magisters and twelve mages, the decision to jump up all the current acolytes to that rank passing with a unanimous vote.

After two hours and a multitude of caffeinated beverages you come to discuss a matter of some import: your missing Archmage.

“Essentia and Stephen have been stuck on the other side of that door for eleven days, or a little over two months in there,” Flid explains. “I was beginning to write them both off for good, but,” Flid looks to Azdor, expecting him to finish.

“I attempted to scry for Essentia's location and failed to pinpoint her location. Corpses cannot resist detection,” Azdor tells you. “I also scried Stephen's location and have found him and his demonic allies . They are currently remaining stationary and as such we would be capable of . . . engaging them.”

“So the question I pose to the council is this: Should we attack? We could close the connection between our worlds and be rid of Stephen forever or we could risk more casualties to attempt to save the Archmage.” Flid looks at the three of you, eyes eager for sound advice.

>Close the portal
>We should attack
>Something else? (write-in)

>>46714488
>>We should attack

>>46714488
>>Something else? (write-in)
though, maybe ask for our cohort's opinions as well.

>>46714488
>Something Else
We should find the Archmage and link up with her, get her to deal with Stephen while we take care of his minions.

>>46714629
seconding this as well

Writing!

We're going to have to talk with Gabby to see if she had the same dream that Alan had.
Also we need to consider how we're going to bring up the subject of how to get Rowe to pimp Alan to Gabby.

>>46714724
huh, I was thinking the exact same thing. Minus the pimping.

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“Well, we shouldn't just abandon her,” you offer. “But I'm thinking we should link up with her first and get her help.”

Rowe snaps her fingers and points to you. “Thinking the same thing. She's a powerful wizard, right? She should be able to take on the necromancer by himself.”

“Well if we found Essentia first we would just leave the bastard behind to rot,” Flid tells you.

“You really think Essentia would want to leave Stephen traipsing around her playground, Flid?” Azdor asks rhetorically. “But that's besides the point, because I have no idea how to contact or find her and I'm not about to search a whole planet for her whereabouts.”

Eve raises her hand. “Ooh, I have an idea! I could fly around and light things on fire until it grabs her attention.”

Azdor opens his mouth to object to the proposal, but stops before he utters a sound. He thinks for a few moments before shrugging and leaning back in his chair.

>Eve, that's a great idea
>Nevermind, we'll engage Stephen without the Archmage
>Wait, I have a plan to get her attention (write-in)

>>46715134
>>Eve, that's a great idea
with a slight modification in that we make large smoke columns and not simply light the whole place on fire.

I think I recall the ancient chinese used wolf dung to make thick smoke.

Any dissenting opinions?

>>46715134
Is there anything of the Archmage's, a personal belonging, that could be used to pierce her wards?

>>46715134
>Eve, that's a great idea

>>46715281
Anything that catches her attention will call down the necromancer on us.
Also, like we've been told, the archmage could be on the other side of the planet. What will we do if that's the case?
Unless we can use the fire to be magical enough to catch her attention, it's not worth it.

>>46715344
fair enough. Let's see what we can do with this
>>46715298

Writing!

>>46715394
Are you going to take the latest votes into account?

>>46715440
Yes.

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>>46714724
>Everything in this post.

This can only end well, for all parties. From the assuming you had some linked dream for some reason, to the trying to get your girlfriend you've already talked about having a future with to accept polygamy out of nowhere. This is how trainwrecks start. Chugga chugga chugga.

“Is there something of the Archmage's we could use to pierce her wards? Would a personal belonging help?” you ask.

Azdor clears his throat. “Yes it would and I already tried that.” He produces a small lock of loosely bundled strands of hair and a ripped piece of green fabric. “But the scrying failed regardless and I cannot try again for at least a day, which equates to us letting Stephen do what he wants for another six.”

“Wait,” Eve interjects. “I think there's an operative word there. YOU can't try again.”

Azdor grimaces as he looks to Eve. “I suppose that's true. But nobody else at this table knows how to scry.”

“Somebody who isn't here does,” Eve comments, raising her eyebrows. Azdor's scowl deepens.

>Roll 3d100 for Quissonce's scrying attempt

Rolled 52, 39, 74 = 165 (3d100)

>>46715942

Rolled 48, 62, 77 = 187 (3d100)

>>46715942

Rolled 3, 6, 47 = 56 (3d100)

>>46715942

Writing!

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“Alright,” Quissonce cracks her knuckles as she sits in front of the crystal ball. Flid pulled one out of one of the storage rooms and polished it at Quissonce's request.

“You don't need a crystal ball to –”

“Nahnahnahnah, I scry my way,” Quissonce tells Azdor. She sticks her hand out and gestures for Azdor to place the Archmage's things into her palm. He complies and Quissonce begins to roll the fabric and hair around her fingertips.

She takes her other hand and begins to swirl it round the ball as she breathlessly mouths the words. The ball begins to glow. You all wait for an hour as Quissonce continues this process, swirling and rolling and whispering.

Eve eventually gets bored and leaves, but the rest of you watch with rapt attention. You yourself attempt to learn the process, but eventually your head starts to hurt and you realize it is too complicated and advanced a technique for you to digest with what little wizard training you possess. It's like trying to swallow an entire steak whole.

Eventually the glow on the shiny sphere fades and Quissonce places the materials back on the table she is sitting at.

Flid, Azdor and yourself approach and stare over Quissonce' shoulder into the clear surface.

Sure enough, you spot the Archmage. She's a beautiful, blonde elven woman dressed provocatively in nothing but vines and plant life. She seems rooted to the ground, amidst a verdant forest. You hear the chirping of birds crisply, as if they were here with you in the room.

“Lucky,” Azdor says simply.

“That I was still willing to help you?” Quissonce asks. “Yes, you are. I can send a message spell through. What is it you want me to say?”

>Tell her to attack the necromancer
>Tell her to come to the door to meet you
>Tell her to stay where she is
>Something else? (write-in)

>>46716584
>Tell her to come to the door to meet you
otherwise
>Tell her to stay where she is and we'll come to her

Also, give Quissonce a high five for that burn.

>>46716584
>Tell her to stay where she is

>>46716584
>Tell her to come to the door to meet you
>Something else?
Ask her where she is.

>>46716626
>>46716632
Guys, she could literally be on the other side of a planet. Saying we'll go to her is a bad idea.

Writing!

>>46716765
Well, the going to her part is only if she can't come to us, but yeah, that would throw a wrench into plans if she was on the other side.

Still, probably should ask her for her location, too.

“Uh, hello, Ms. Nells. Archmage?” Quissonce begins tentatively, hesitation in her voice. The Archmage's eyes, which previously were half-lidded, spring open. A quizzical looks sets upon her face.

“Hello? You don't sound like Stephen,” she speaks smoothly and calmly.

“No, I'm Quissonce. A Circle Mage and I'm scrying you to tell you we're coming to rescue you. Would you be able to meet us by the door?”

The Archmage chuckles gracefully and you swear it sounds like she's in the room with you. “So you're his succubus trying to trick me, then?”

Quissonce opens her mouth to respond then stops. “W-w-what?”

“It's alright. Feigning ignorance will not convince me.”

Azdor huffs and then leans forward, casting a message spell of his own. “Essentia, stop being a stupid bitch so we can save you from your own mistakes.”

Her ears perk up as she hears Azdor's insult. “Oh. Oh! Azdor, you're alive.”

“Flid is too, unfortunately.” Flid makes an obscene gesture towards Azdor. “Most everyone else you knew is dead and the remainder are barely worth their salt. Now stop wasting time.”

“Alright, I'm listening.”

“Can you meet us at the portal to that world?” Quissonce asks.

“I can be there in thirty minutes, my time. Although I believe I will be bringing company along with me.”

"Why?" Quissonce asks.

"He's been waiting for me to cast a powerful enough spell for him to notice for some time now. A successful scry has most likely already alerted him to my current location."

Quissonce looks back to the rest of you.

“We can take them,” Azdor assures, nodding. Flid seconds it with a thumbs up.

“Sorry about that. Alright, go now,” Quissonce tells her. And the Archmage begins to glide across the forest floor.

“We have five minutes, ready yourselves,” Flid reminds you all.

>Any preparations you wish to do? (write-in)

>>46717495
>>Any preparations you wish to do? (write-in)
Can we call up Dolah?

Set up anti necromantic wards?

>>46717551
Probably not in five minutes.

Think more last minute, go go go type things.

>>46717621


I suppose we're expecting an army of the undead, so maybe have the archmages ready AoEs and distracting Stephen if he ever comes out, long enough for Essentia to cross through with us.

if we have access to a bow and arrows, we could probably use that to pick off some undead stragglers with Rowe. Keep our sword at our side in case things get close and dicy, ready to draw.

Writing!

>>46717621
What about the Decanter of Endless Holy Water?

>>46718111
shit, i forgot about that.

>>46718111
Oh yeah, you definitely have that.

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You quickly grab and secure your weapons. You adjust your armor and psych yourself up for a fight.

You and Rowe stride together up the stairs to the rest of your team for this rescue.

Azdor and Flid possess their staves, Ed's twiddling his club, Eve is humming to herself as she holds the decanter you've come to love quite dearly. And Quissonce follows the two of you from behind, flipping through her spellbook.

“So, succubi,” Quissonce begins as she closes her book. “They're real? Life-stealing man seducers.”

“Dreadfully so,” Azdor answers. “My delving group encountered a few ourselves.” He laughs ruefully, lost in a memory for a moment. “Weakness for the female form almost proved to be one of my companion's undoings. That's why it's good to have a woman around.”

“Yeah, that's the reason,” Rowe comments dryly.

“Please, learn to take the compliment,” Azdor responds. “I'm praising the fairer sex here. The fact that you will not fall to this particular temptation is something I appreciate. If Stephen has a succubus with him, then our tactics seem clear to me. Flid, myself, Ed and Alan will handle the caster and his lesser minions. Eve, Quissonce, Rowe – you three will deal with the succubus.”

“Uhhhhhhhh,” Eve failingly articulates.

“Eve?” Rowe asks, concerned.

“Nothing, uh, yeah, great plan!” Eve exclaims.

“Alright, five minutes have passed. Let's go!” Flid shouts as he throws open the door and steps through.

You follow him into the rolling green hills of the Archmage's Domain.

Which happens to be filled with a multitude of demonic and devilish creatures. And they're fighting each other, ripping each other to pieces as bits of bile and pallid flesh go flying in a multitude of rabid scuffles.

It's quite the sight to see. Weirdly malformed and bloated bodies slamming into spindly, winged forms. Some of the grass has caught fire. You spot two Barbazu attacking one of those flesh golems. Three imps rip apart a skeleton and chuck the bones into a pile.

It is absolute chaos that you walk into.

And at the center of it all you spot a spindly black haired man standing next to beautiful, bat-winged woman, with horns protruding from her head. The Archmage is nowhere in sight.

The two of them spot your group, all of you absolutely still at the shocking sight before you.

The woman turns her head to who you assume is Stephen.

“You said no one could contact her,” she says, annoyance in her tone.

“No. What I said was that the only man who could contact her was dead,” he replies, bitterly. He points to Azdor. “Apparently he isn't.”

The demon sighs, folding her arms.

>Attack the succubus
>Attack H. Stephen
>Search for the Archmage

>>46718839
>>Search for the Archmage
Also, Eve's into girls, isn't she? maybe we should be ready to snap her out of it if she gets entranced.

>>46718839
>Attack H. Stephen
Stick to the plan.
And have Eve fly up and drench the entire battlefield in Holy Water.
I only wish we could take some of the demons and devils prisoner, so that we can build a Holy Guantanamo, complete with holy waterboarding, demon pyramids, and have a devil stand on a bucket in a puddle of holy water with a bag over its head while a Lantern Archon barks at it.

>>46718924
>And have Eve fly up and drench the entire battlefield in Holy Water.
I will second this action

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Alright, flipping a coin.

1: Search for Archmage

2: Attack H. Stephen

Writan!

And by writing I mean roll me 2d100, best of 3.

Rolled 87, 16 = 103 (2d100)

>>46719193

Rolled 25, 70 = 95 (2d100)

>>46719193

Rolled 66, 36 = 102 (2d100)

>>46719193

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“Eve, drench the whole battlefield in holy water!”

“On it!” she responds and takes to the air with an already prepared fly spell.

“No you don't!” The succubus yells and takes off after her, batwings beating in the wind. As the succubus lunges for Eve, she spins in midair and drenches the demon in holy water. The succubus screeches in pain as steaming mist rises off her nubile body. She shields herself as best she can with her wings and glides away.

Rowe takes aim for the retreating demon and manages to fire an arrow through the falling holy water, blessing her arrow mid-flight. The arrow strikes the wing of your demonic opponent and sends her careening into a dive. Quissonce runs across the ground towards the falling monster.

Meanwhile, Ed's already rushing towards Stephen with his mace, arms magically augmented with obscenely large muscles. Stephen makes a quick short scream before he rapidly throws what look to be teeth on the ground. From the ground these teeth quite instantly burst into half a dozen ghouls who begin their lives already charging forwards searching for flesh to consume. Ed is quickly locked in a melee as he knocks the head off of one of the undead creatures. It explodes into a spray of rotten flesh that covers Ed and seems to sting judging by his loud yell.

The rest of the ghouls are quickly dispatched by the combined ice and lightning spells of Flid and Azdor respectively. Their necrotic explosions upon death harm no one.

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For yourself, you simply take aim at Stephen with your longbow while his attention is focused on Ed and the two spellcasters.

One. Two. Three.

Your launch your arrows down range in rapid succession towards the unarmored caster. The first arrow hits him in the shoulder and pushes him backwards, the second hits him in the stomach and the third enters his thigh. As he falls to the ground, screaming in agonizing pain, he quickly turns the pained yelps into intelligible common.

“Help me you whore!” he shouts from his prone position.

The demon, having finally regained herself, gliding through the air dodging arrows and magic missiles alike, huffs before flying herself towards Stephen. She pauses for a moment, hovering in the air.

“You!” she shouts to Ed. He looks up to her, still wiping the rotten flesh off his hands and face. “Kill the one you like the least. I don't care which.” Two more arrows strike her in the side and she hisses in pain before zooming off in her mad attempts to dodge Rowe's onslaught.

Ed looks towards Azdor and Azdor utters a short “oh no” under his breath as Ed picks up his weapon and roars like an enraged beast. He charges Azdor and Azdor bolts in the opposite direction.

Flid approaches Stephen and throws a lightning bolt that Stephen manages to counterspell by throwing bone dust into the air. Stephen retaliates with a blast of green energy that sends Flid to his knees, grabbing at his throat as you hear him choke as if he was being strangled by some invisible enemy.

>Finish off Stephen
>Finish off the Succubus

>>46719995
>>Finish off Stephen

>>46719995
>Finish off Stephen

>>46719995
>Finish off Stephen

Writing!

You think about it for a fraction of a second. If you put down Stephen, the choking spell on Flid will probably stop. If you put down the succubus, Ed will probably snap out of that murderous command of hers.

You take a quick look at Azdor running from Ed, hiking up his robe to not risk tripping in his retreat as Ed swings wildly.

Not all choices in life are easy.

But sometimes they certainly are.

You loose an arrow into Stephen and it strikes him right in the throat. As he chokes on his own life's blood pouring from his neck, Flid seems to find his own breath. He stands up and breathes deeply as Stephen slumps into death.

“Finally!” the succubus shouts from where she flies through the air. “I surrender,” she says as she raises her arms in the air, palms open and outstretched. She ceases moving.

Rowe, on target to shoot, stops and lets the taut string of her bow relax.

Quissonce walks forward from where she was casting magic to spy Ed still chasing after Azdor with the mace. “If we kill her do you think he'll stop?”

Rowe's eyes dart over to that commotion and then back to the succubus. “Probably.”

“Then we should accept her surrender,” Quissonce admits.

>Nooooooooooooooope!
>Accept her surrender

>>46720391
Release Ed from his homicidal mindset, and then we'll accept her surrender.

>>46720439
>>46720391
as in, we want her to set him free before we consider her surrender.

>>46720439
>inb4 "I already did..."

>>46720473
fuck.

>>46720391
>Other
We'll accept her surrender once she releases Ed from her command.

Just because we accept her surrender doesn't mean she gets to enjoy prison life.
After all, there's no Geneva Convention, she's not a prisoner of war.

Writing!

>>46720560
Stroke that demon torturing boner anon. Stroke it hard. Everyone needs a fetish.

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>>46720585
Gabby will be happy to help us, I think.

“First,” you say. “Release Ed from your control.”

She looks to Ed and shouts, “Stop trying to club that man to death.”

Ed stops and drops the mace. Azdor, who is breathing very hard now stops running. He walks back towards Ed.

“Thankfully that's – OOMPH”

Ed lunges for Azdor and tackles him to the ground. He straddles the older wizard and begins punching him in the face. Azdor raises his arms to protect his face.

Quissonce gasps and runs over towards the brawl.

Rowe gives the succubus a displeased look. “Stop being funny.”

The succubus actually looks surprised. “That usually works. Um – Stop trying to kill that man in any way!”

Ed stops beating Azdor and looks around wildly for a moment. He looks down at Azdor, who finally drops his arms.

“Ed, have you finally snapped out of –”

Ed hits him in the face again. “Yeah.” He gets up off of Azdor and wipes as much dirt and grime off himself as he possibly can.

“Alright,” Flid says. “Now where's the –”

“Here I am,” you hear spoken as the Archmage rises up from behind a small hill. She waves and begins walking towards you all. Eve flies down with the decanter. “Wonderful job,” she tells your group.

You're having trouble determining whether the Archmage or the succubus is more scantily clad.

Speaking of the succubus, she has now flown down and Rowe is tying her up. Thoroughly too. Bound wings. Bound tail. Bound hands.

(What are we doing with this thing?) Rowe thinks to you.

>Yeah, what's your plan here? (write-in)

>>46721018
>Yeah, what's your plan here? (write-in)
>walk over and execute her with the demon glaive, no mercy

>>46721018
Defer to the Archmage on what we're supposed to do with a demon prisoner.
From what we've learned, killing the succubus just sends her back to Hell. Keeping her trapped here would actually be the more useful method of making sure she can't get up to no good anymore.

>>46721018
>Yeah, what's your plan here? (write-in)
Consult Quissonce and Archmage.

>>46721103
second

Writing!

“Archmage?” you ask, getting her attention. “Is there a procedure for keeping hold of a demon prisoner?”

She looks up and taps her finger on her chin, looking like she's deep in thought. “I'm suuuuuuuuuuuuure there are dimensional shackles on the 8th floor somewhere. Unless the 8th floor got ransacked, then, uh oh.” She laughs nervously and then scratches her head.

“The 8th floor is fine, Essentia,” Flid reassures her. “You just need to be the one to open it.”

“Alright then! I'm on it!” Essentia flings open the door and prepares to walk out, before turning around and looking at Stephen's body grimly. “Uh, could one of you take that out of here?”

Ed goes over to drag the body out, while Eve goes around burning away most of the remaining undead corpses. Thankfully the demons and devils disappeared in a puff of smoke upon their deaths. Flid follows Essentia out of this dimension.

“I just don't understand why she hasn't teleported away yet?” Quissonce asks as she examines the succubus, concerned.

Rowe taps the first arrow embedded in her wing, causing the succubus to wince. “Phase-lock arrow. As long as this is in her she can't teleport.”

As you wait for Essentia's return, Azdor sits up and wipes the blood from his face with a handkerchief. You notice he is severely bruised. Ed hits hard, that's for sure.

>Heal his wounds
>He deserves it

AND

>Ask anybody anything while you wait? (write-in)

>>46721611
>>Heal his wounds
>Ask anybody anything while you wait? (write-in)
Essentia, what was it like, being in there all this time?

>>46721611
>Heal his wounds

>>46721647
Nevermind, ask that later,

Now, ask Ed what it was like being mind controlled.

>>46721611
>Heal his wounds
>Ask the Succubus, through Rowe, what's her name and why she's sticking around as a prisoner instead of taking an arrow through the throat to materialize back in Hell.
Being killed here is just a "Get Out of Jail Free" Card for an Outsider like her; she must have something planned.

Maybe threaten her with Assimilation if we can't waterboard her with holy water.

>>46721714
>Alan with Succubus talents.

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>>46721753
>>46721714

Writing!

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>>46721753
>Rowe's FW Alan gets better talents in bed

You sigh out and walk over to where Azdor is sitting. He groans in pain, unaware of your approach.

You fish out your marble and place your hand on his face. He startles for a second before your healing powers start to work their magic. At the end you drop your hand and he looks right as rain. He touches his own face for a few moments before speaking.

“Thank you. I heard you had clerical talents. You're much more helpful than Ferrek, that's for sure.”

He stands up on shaky feet. “I'm sure this all seems quite comical to you, but I hope you understand just how dangerous and frightening these abilities are and perhaps understand the caution involved in my previous decision.”

You shrug and walk away, his comment at the very least piquing your interest. When Ed returns from dumping the body you ask him what it felt like to be mind-controlled.

“Kinda good, actually,” he answers. “Like every inhibition had left my body and I was free to act without hesitation or care. Frightening for sure, and I feel slightly violated, but, it's weird. Certainly wouldn't want it to happen again, though.” Ed looks over to where Quissonce is. “Without my consent,” you barely hear him mutter that last part to himself. Your gazes meet and as he notices you heard him he quickly walks away, eyes wide, back ramrod straight and the twinge of a blush forming on his cheeks.

Gross.

You take your ring of mental shielding off and begin thinking to your lover.

(Why would this succubus want to be –)

(HOLY SHIT ALAN WARN ME BEFORE YOU – yes, what?)

(Why would this succubus want to be taken prisoner? If we killed her –)

(She'd just poof back to Hell. Yes. The only upshot of a surrender to us would be if she was planning to eventually pull something and escape.)

(Ask her about her intentions.)

You see Rowe begin to talk to the succubus. They exchange words.

(She says she finds humans are interesting, she doesn't like the feeling of dying and that she's sexually aroused by being tied up and abused.)

(So she's lying through her teeth?)

(Exactly.)

The Archmage and Flid return. The Archmage approaches and places the shackles on the succubus's feet. “There, now she can't teleport as long as those don't come off,” Essentia declares.

>Take the succubus's word for it
>Threaten her with holy water
>Threaten her with assimilation
>Assimilate something from the succubus (. . . what?)
>Ask anybody anything (write-in)
>Move on

>>46722302
>>Threaten her with holy water
>Assimilate something from the succubus (. . . what?)
mind control

>>46722302
>Threaten her with assimilation
>Assimilate something from the succubus
Assimilate her life drain ability, to prove to her that our powers, and threats, are real.
Pain and death are transitory for immortals like her, but to be assimilated would be a far greater threat.

Roll me 1d100 +40, best of 3

Rolled 47 + 40 (1d100 + 40)

>>46722490

Rolled 30 + 40 (1d100 + 40)

>>46722490
Resistance is futile. You will be assimilated. Your racial and magical distinctiveness will be made to service us.

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>46722490

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>>46722533

Alright.

Writing!

Oh shit, I actually need you guys to settle on whether it's to be mind control or life drain.

1 for mind control

2 for life drain

>>46722572
1

>>46722572
1
Making an enemy fight another enemy seems more useful. Not to mention the out of combat applications.

>>46722572
2

>Mind Control
Jedi Alan, useful both in and out of combat
>Life Drain
Hard to get racial ability that is more difficult to replicate with spells, needs us to be in melee range when we've invested so much in ranged weapons.

Alright, I think I have a compromise in mind.

Final post of the night incoming.

>>46722674
Wait, I'm >>46722585
And I'll change to mind control

>>46722700
Alright, mind control it is!

Eh fuck it, I'm giving you both. This is just too good a section to write.

Forgive me?

>>46722779
It's fine.
I wonder what would happen if Alan assimilated the succubus' sexual allure, then gave it to Rowe and Gabby via his Touch?

>>46722779
why would we be mad at you giving us bonus powers?

>>46722830
Oh, that would be lovely.
next time, maybe

>>46722302
>Assimilate something from the succubus (. . . what?)
Hell teleportation
it's time

>>46723003
Damn I missed the boat with that one

You put your ring back on and walk over to the succubus. You look her in the eyes.

She smiles at you. “Did you get the part about how I like to be tied up.”

Your voice catches in your throat and Rowe looks wide-eyed. The succubus widens her smile. “Sorry, it's just so easy to pry when you don't have that ring on.”

(Don't worry, I can still talk to you even if I can't hear you.) That doesn't sound like Rowe's internal voice. The succubus winks at you, before giggling. The sound of one long sexual moan rocks your brain.

“Y'know I could have Eve there drench you in holy water,” you nod to your gnome. “Don't remember you liking that.”

“Awwwww,” she mocks. “If you want me to be wet for you, don't worry, you won't need holy water.”

(Be careful, Alan) Rowe thinks to you, the worry plain on her face.

“I could assimilate your powers. You've heard of my reputation, I suppose, down in Hell.”

“Demon, baby. I don't come from Hell.”

“She is factually correct,” Quissonce tells you over your shoulder. “Demons come from the Abyss.”

“But yeah, I've heard the reputation,” she sweetly coos. “I just want to see if all the hubbub is true. I've dealt with plenty of men who talk big but end up being rather . . . small.”

You stare at her hard. She's doing it right now. Even trapped here and surrounded by people with enough firepower to kill her, she's trying to manipulate you. You stand there and study it. Take it in as it slowly attempts to convince you. Give in. Kiss her. She's beautiful.

It works and you understand it. You snatch the concept out of the air as she works her magic. You have it now. You could use it now. You can walk away. But still.

You really want to kiss her. And, in truth, you really want to have that power for yourself. It would be immoral to standby and watch as it happened to some other innocent man. But if it happens to you. Oh, well that's just some hands-on learning.

You lean in and kiss her.

(ALAN WHAT THE FUCK SHIT!)/(Works every time)

Eve gasps out loud. Ed, Azdor and Flid rush from where they were talking with Essentia to pull you off.

You feel her magic work itself upon you. It's like you're being turned end over end and your disoriented mind is slowly leaking through your lips into her. She drains you of your life force, of your power. Kiss more. Kiss again. You feel the urge.

And now you know how to do it. Her eyes go wide as she realizes the flow has stopped. She struggles for a short moment as she feels the process reverse. But even that struggle stop as she feels the want – no, the need – to keep going. To keep kissing. She kisses you back passionately and hungrily until you feel yourself being violently ripped off her mouth by your girlfriend.

You're thrown to the ground and Rowe nocks an arrow into her bow and prepares to shoot the succubus point blank in the face. (FUCKING WHOREBAG PIECE OF –)

“More,” she weakly mutters. Rowe stops, confused and halted by the sudden change in tone from the demon.

Eve who is by your side, kneeling to make sure you aren't an emaciated lifeless corpse looks up at the creature as well.

Everyone looks at her

“More, please,” she whispers, struggling in her shackles to move forward. To kiss your lips again. “More kisses.”

Her voice is weak and strained, and as you examine her form you see she looks a bit thinner, her flesh paler. She seems to be . . . drained of power. Of strength. Of life.

Rowe stumbles back slightly. She looks down at you, mind frozen in absolute confusion.

You feel stronger. More powerful. Your heart is beating faster and you think you have so much excess energy that if you don't get up and start doing some sort of vigorous activity you might go crazy.

(So that's why they're scared of him?)

. . .

(More kisses, please. More.)

. . .

(More kisses.)

. . .

(More.)

>End of Thread
I will most likely run this next time on Sunday. https://twitter.com/TrickQM

Christ. Alan is really scaring me now. We may want to dial back the assimilation from now on.

>>46723366
More.

>>46723326
same time as usual?

>>46723385
Fuck off, winged harlot.

>>46723393
Yeah. Unfortunately I'm busy Saturday most likely, but if my plans fall through then Saturday.

>>46723419
wait, you mean sunday next week?

>>46723449
oh yeah, not tomorrow. I mean

Hmmm, actually, I might be able to do tomorrow and honestly I'm pretty hype right now so maybe tomorrow.

Check dat twitter in the morning.

>>46723475
eh, might not be around tomorrow. Sorry.