/erp/ - Erotic Roleplay

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>173002

Nia narrowly keeps Emilia from getting slimed. She has a moment of serious cognitive dissonance from the experience. Aren't slime monsters supposed to be the weakest of the monster-types? They're supposed to be for new adventurers to test their wooden swords on, barely giving XP or GP! Somewhat irritatedly, Emilia briefly wishes the place worked on more well-known dungeon delving standards, and then, on second thought, thinks better of it. Getting her clothes ruined seems better than dealing with sharp, pointy things and monsters that want to eat her flesh.

Not much better, but better.

"Right! Um… I'll see what I can do!" Pennies circle like they were water in a drain. Emilia focuses on them, but is more aware of the danger of the bindings she's steadily worming against. She lines them up aimed at the slime, then thinks better of it. Smashing slimes rarely works out, and it might just divide. Instead, she flicks coins up to her hat, plinking against a different key until it starts turning on its own. That side swings off of it on a hinge, revealing a ridiculously convoluted setup of glass beakers, bottles and tubes, apparently in a space bigger than it should be.

One especially big tube unfurls like a hose and shoots out towards the slime. Another end dangles in front of the Tycoon's face. Emilia rolls her eyes, catches it in her teeth, and sucks on something that looks like a crazy straw, giving improbably-magnified suction to the ridiculous device. The end near the slime doesn't go to her, though; that would be absurd. No, it goes to… a jar, attached nearer along the line, where it will deposit it after it's been yanked through some kind of contraption meant to reduce it from 'slime monster' to 'portable goo.'

Sometimes being the newbie is tough, Emilia thinks, sucking gracelessly.

Attacking the slime with an over-the-top bottling apparatus! Specialty (Hat Trick)!

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>173002

yeah, tbh I wasn't buying it myself. No harm no foul also holy shit A+ OP fluff Corruption

Rolled 1, 5 = 6 (2d6)

Let's visit Cleric! Drag Sylvie West: Normal/Corruption

>>173160

>>172862

>>172845

>>172827

<Corruption 4

Sylvie's squeezing hand makes it clear that SOMETHING is happening in there that she likes (as if her screams and pleading moans weren't enough), but something is, off. Oh there's definitely a response and some kind of reaction from within, but it doesn't seem like Sylvie is getting any more reserved. If anything Elly is actually feeling LESS inhibited herself. "Hmm." Power cuts out and the hand retreats, smearing Sylvie's thigh with her juices. "Ugh. You're all sticky. How much have they gotten out of you?" Most of the shimmering fluid is wiped off on that leg, the rest is felt on the teased girl's tongue and Idol's fingers dive into her mouth. "That good huh?"

"Well, I'm sorry to do this but I have someone waiting for me on the other end of the stage. So we'll have to pick things up if we wanna get to your encore. You're fine with that, right?" Pulling from behind she inches them slowly West. "Don't worry, I'll leave the door open so they can still get a good view of you. In fact," the fingers pull out, tracking energy down Sylvie's throat, between her breasts, and stopping just at the top of her pink shield. "with how much noise you're making already, I don't think they'll be able to take their eyes off us. I WAS going to ask someone else to join in, but, well, she might be a little busy." Well no harm in trying. "What do you say Nia, want to try you hand at her?"

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>173168

Corruption

Rolled 1, 4, 4 = 9 (3d6)

>>173002

>>173168

Soaking in the perverse afterglow, Sylvie idly fellates Elly's fingers. She gives a little nod at the Idol's tease. "Mmhmm~" It really was that good, and GOD was it good. With Elly's hooks into her mind, she's almost about ready to go along with whatever the perky popstar says, especially if she can give her another fingerbanging like that… However, just as she's being pulled away, something catches her attention through the erotic daydream Idol had filled her head with.

"Wha? Nooooo, Nia's a jerk! She's gonna be mean to meeee-!" she protests, trying to get away from Elly. "I mean gawd, not even Isabel has a dick that big!"

>>173079

It seems the slime-Sylvie is no match for the portable bottling machine Tycoon whips up, but she certainly makes a mess as she's sucked up. Bits of the pink goop splash around, splattering across Emilia's face and the bits of exposed skin the fight had left her with, soaking into her body and making that blouse feel awful stuffy…

Sylvie: Oppose Idol

Slimegirl: Corrupt Tycoon- 1-dice monster

>>173214

>weaken hold,

'' with this roll I should probably clarify this was less of an attempt to break' and more…set up for breaking out, if that makes sense?'

Rolled 5, 5, 6 = 16 (3d6)

>>173214

Charybdis growls softly at Isabel's continuing resistance. She likes them feisty, but she also likes when they break for her, and this one simply hasn't been broken in properly yet.

Eloise is having something of an awakening. She never knew butts of all things could be so fun to play with. And with that trance buzzing larger, grinding against her ability to concentrate on anything but her satisfaction and praise, it stands out as a clear, unequivocally delightful experience.

Charybdis, the face of wicked piracy, the role Eloise has embodied to her core, cracks slightly under that pressure. "Don't worry, this ass is my treasure, I'm not going to let you go until you can never forget the day the Captain claimed your booty," she whispers.

The really shocking part though is how she chooses to embark on such a demanding course, this elegant captain of captains. Her hands pull away from that bubbly butt a second before slamming back down in one more firm spank, immediately digging in, groping, squeezing, pulling those cheeks apart before Charybdis lands tongue-first against Isabel's pucker.

She's thorough, aggressive, tracing every fold with her tongue before starting to dig and screw her way deeper, leaving nothing to chance as she hazes into the idea that she can corrupt and break Isabel through pleasure, that she can leave a mark by showing this ass pleasures it has never known and will never know again.

Action: Corruption Through Ass-Eating. Dice: Normal, Corruption, Trance.

—

Wicked Smirk Captain "Rimming Is A Character Moment" Charybdis

Rolled 1, 1, 3 = 5 (3d6)

>>173197

>>173168

>>173079

Nia stands atop the slime's shoulders, poleaxe through her body and nearly reaching the floor, embedded in that strange jelly. Tycoon lines up her shot, and with that she materializes her poleaxe and flashes her a smile before nimbly dismounting, landing next to Idol and Sylvie. With the Captain occupied on Isabel's behind, she knows now is their chance.

She overhears their exchange. Clearly Sylvie is more interested in sex than anything else. And she did get a clear view of what seemed to be frustrating her all this time. How could she even fight with that thing on anyway? The slime she birthed didn't seem to ease any of her need. She approaches, but only holds her scythe to her side, her poleaxe and knives hidden away beneath her dress skirt. Fighting wasn't going to get through to her. Even if she forced her back to their side, it would just be more difficult to recover. In this perverse tower, a different strategy was needed.

Nia reaches out and runs her fingertips gently over Sylvie's cheek, her thumb poking at that dimple it creates. "I'm not going to be mean to you," she tells her, her voice nowhere near as fierce as it usually gets in combat. She drags her hand down her side, over her outfit, all the way down to that crotch. "I think I understand now," her voice a whisper. She dares not touch with her bare hand, sensing a dark presence coming from that glowing mark. "I'm sorry I was mean to you. You only needed to tell us you felt this way." She summons her poleaxe, holding it beneath the blade. "You know this blade can cut through pretty much anything, right? Maybe even this little problem you have right here. She taps the blade against chastity belt. "Here, let me show you." She looks up at Elly, beckoning her to pull Sylvie away, knowing she'll be distracted enough after this. She keeps an ear out for anything else, knowing the statues are slow enough that they won't be able to prevent her from doing this.

Cut a deep V down the middle, partially damaging the belt: Normal, Soul Weaponry, Indecency

Rolled 4, 6, 1 = 11 (3d6)

>>173225

Reroll

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>173225

>>173226

Indecency, also added name.

>>173226

>>173225

>>173227

Nia nearly slices off a sleeve as the belt seems to push back, but she continues, carefully trying to cut through that barrier over her sensitive spot. "There, take a look. I think you might like what you see," she tells her, beckoning her to look down at herself. Even if the cage didn't budge, she hopes it's enough for Elly to pull her west.

Rolled 5 (1d6)

1d6, snowwoman exposure

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>173263

Emilia's weird bottling mechanism works wonders! It's a wonder it worked, actually. Sometimes she wonders where all this stuff comes from, but then thinks, 'right, it's magic,' and moves on with her life. Doubly importantly, it gets all of it, keeping the splatters from getting all over her while she's unable to really dodge out of the way.

The mechanism collapses back into the opening. Emilia catches her breath for a purpose that isn't providing suction. The faintly-glowing bottle passes her eyes and then gets added to the hat's collection, shunted off into the part of it she stores all the rest of her stuff… wherever that is. She's going to have to figure out what she can do with that later. The immediate applications seem a bit too… gross, maybe.

Hat all reassembled and ghostly ropes gradually sliding to a point where she can wriggle out, Emilia looks for another target. She pulls the swarm of pennies back to her open hand, rolling them across her palm one by one, and then sending them out to batter the remaining Speaker Statue. If all her time spent being kind of nerdy has taught her anything, it's that it's best to reduce the number of enemies on the field as quickly as you can. Her aim suffers from being wrapped up and distracted trying to get out, but what can you do?

Taking a shot at the remaining statue! Specialty (Compound Interest)

Rolled 4 (1d6)

Can't roll corruption in here, so were just going to Continue to hold Sylvie, gently though. Maybe with another touch below if she's good: Normal

>>173263

>>173225

>>173197

>>173214

"Hey! Who told you abo- And there's nothing wrong with her!" The remark about her lover almost makes Elly loose her cool again, only calming down as Nia steps in. Her eyes seek Isabel for a moment. The knight is clearly in a rough spot, but she's putting herself on the line for the good of all of them. Just hold on, she thinks. Already she's imaging all the "stress-relief" Isabel will need after this, if she's somehow managing to keep all those thoughts from being broadcasted all over the room then it's made clear by her rapidly-changing expression. At least Snowy is having fun.

The grating of steel pulls her gaze (and thoughts) back to the girl in her own arms, a girl who has curiously grown VERY still. It looks like Nia wasn't joking; that thing really CAN cut through anything! "Would ya look at that. We CAN get this thing off of you. You just need to behave."

>>173263

>>173484

Sylvie flinched at Idol's sudden outburst, the pure light bathing her making her feel a lot less bold suddenly.

"Woahwoahwoah-! Not complaining, not complaining…. about Isabel anyway." She gives a nervous chuckle. "I'm kinda jealous though, you keeping her all to yours-eeeeaaaeehhhhh….."

Once again twisting in Idol's arms, she pales a bit as the halberd inches closer to her sensitives, freezing up entirely when she feels the metal.

Feeling cool air on her skin again, she blinks in surprise.

"Wh- how? That thing was made of magic!" she remarks, already toying with her swollen hood.

"….. like everything else in this place you've ripped through. Right. Uh…. th-thanks."

Sylvie is too distracted to take an action

Rolled 5, 3, 6 = 14 (3d6)

>>173459

>>173263

With Sylvie pulled away, it was up to Elly and Blue to make sure she stood in there safely. Nothing more could be done now. A statue still remained, as well as a distracted captain. She wasn't about to let it come in the way of anything. Leaping high up into the air, she watches as Tycoon blasts the statue with money while aiming her poleaxe for another strike.

'Leaping slash at statue: Normal, Soul Weaponry, Indecency

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>173656

Indecency check

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>173263

>Isabel must take a corruption check

>Charybdis's Entranced has been raised to 2

alright, finally. hi. making ap ost!

Rolled 5, 2, 2, 1, 4 = 14 (5d6)

>>173924

>>173219

>>173263

>She likes them feisty, but she also likes when they break for her, and this one simply hasn't been broken in properly yet.

Falling into a rhythm, isabel Coos. Surprise, pleasant outbreath. A pucker suckering a partner's focus in, leaving her adversary buried right in the thick of her tush. Face first, lost in those rolling mounds, her cheeks ripple lightly against the captain's face!

Its hard to see whats happening but those bonds loosen, isabel's hand reaches back, petting Charybdis hair. Affirming that she needs to be right - right there. Its not entirely unpleasant, in fact, it feels sorta good. The moans isabel makes aren't entirely ungenuine…

but her body seems to be a SPONGE for corruption, soaking it up, letting out more vocal sounds as it flows in, but diluted, mixing with her own dark energies. Ultimately lighting up less important areas like a cup being filled from the bottom. The girl takes to it well, but at least in this moment absolutely seems to be playing 'hard to get' to a T!

..and it seems to be just the regular sorts of pleasant noises. THe high notes of a squeal are JUST the regular sort, setting aside the possibility of higher-heighted corruption. A tough cookie indeed. Fortunatey for isabel, this seems to be just the break she's been waiting for!

With Charybdis helping herself to the slayer's booty, its easy to miss those dark panties smoking. Wisping, laces undoing, raveling - snaking back.

Fingers tousle in hair right as the slayer's garment reshapes into a pair of tight wrist ties, lacing Charybdis hands together, pulling her face deeper against Isabel's dark skin. Then, motion - so anchored, Isabel reached back, holding to wrist and hair and turned in place. Wrestling, almost. She's been bent over, but with a sudden reversal, charybdis is going to find herself on her back, that delicious carmelita's derrier engulfing the captain's

Reversal! Facesitting and bondage. Break bondage, tie the captain. Normal, monster hunter, combat-risc

It does feel rather nice though. Charybdis isn't hte only one having an 'awakening', the girls corruption still rises in response to the presence of otherwordly magics - and the saber is still there. Right there..

Isabel knows what she has to do.

Her foot lashes out, the bootheel of lithe justice catching the Infinite Pure Wave Saber against the slayer's stiletto's - and kicks it out of charybdis grasp, scuffling the dangerous artifact into Blue's barrier! Action! Dark energy crystal spent! Multitasking penalty ignored! Corruption added! Kick the saber past blue's barrier!

Drawing on a dark surge of strength, fighting fire with fire, the slayer can't help but squeal - in a triumphant, sexy way. Even if she doesn't succeed, she's giving this her best shot, and the thrill of being on top - that might be the more overall riscy, seductive element creeping in. Crystal's smoke interewoven with her own, clashing against the weapon's protections and bond to owner.

Butt it doesn't really matter with Isabella's gyrating and wriggling against the captain's face, does it? Its -her- prize, after all. Better play with it -while she can~

Wasn't sure if one corruption die or two. Using the fourth one to see if isabel's curse grows; fifth is for crystal

Rolled 1, 5, 4 = 10 (3d6)

Exposure, Snowwoman

>>173459

2d6, speaker statue

Rolled 2 (1d6)

Oh yes, and

Blue cleric exposure check

'It was Wednesday, my dudes. Delay since nobody took any actions.

>>175208

>>175209

Oops, double post. i'll have to clear one out. i should probably clarify, i was thinking of the 'assist' taking the 'side' of entranced, and sort of as a faux second one. Since most of the captains dice are restricted, i think its a fun way to make head way!

Rolled 3, 1 = 4 (2d6)

>>174567

>>175184

Good to see you back! And if you say so who am I to argue!

Purify: Corruption/check because this is the only die

>>173621

"O-oh. Uh, well maybe if you ask really nicely She could… I mean she might enjoy something like that. But don't blame me if she's too much for you." A quick mental note, Elly would have to make sure to get this one ready for her Knight. Dark thoughts swirl in contrast to Sylvie's own increasing clarity. "I know you want out of that thing and I really should help you get your head on straight. But I just can't help wonder," a finger strokes the exposed flesh, poking and prodding, making sure to only tease the part that is truly revealed. "How long have you had that thing on? 30 minutes? An hour?" Time is strange here; for all Elly knows she could have been kept at the boiling point for a relative day or two. "I'm tempted to see just how desperate you can get." Whispering wickedly now, her other arm wraps tightly and fills the air "I'm sure we could talk her into fixing up a fresh curse for you. After we break that one, of course."

But before pleasure, business. "Now, let me see if I can finish you off." A quick step and a twirl seeks to pin the wayward girl to the floor, Levina's shiny form landing on top with a muted "squeak." sitting down on the other girl seems to have had some effect on the dubiously-intentioned purifier, smiling and biting her lip. "I ah, may have to hold on to this. As evidence." It seems all this excitement has revved up her passenger again, and here she was afraid entering the light would stop him cold. "Just relax and enjoy yourself. For now it's all about you." With that she leans forward, taking a breast in her mouth and digging that hand ever so deeper.

>>175529

Whoops, second spoiler should be bold text

Purify: Corruption/check because this is the only die

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>174567

Indecency check!

Rolled 1, 2 = 3 (2d6)

>>174567

Emilia's coin-related rampaging appears to be working pretty well. She's keeping things off of her and taking them apart in equal measure, and all the noise is making it really easy – er… well… 'slightly' easier to tune out what's happening across the room. She's absolutely certain she did not become some kind of isekai character upon stepping into the Tower, nor did she into some kind of… of…

Ticking Tycoon, feeling weirdly meta, takes a moment to shake it off. The ropes come with it. She wiggles free, getting her legs back under her and feeling quietly relieved. That ends at the exact moment the golem charges through her barrage, making her yelp and throw her arms upwards in a useless block. One of the arms swings high, grabbing near her arm; the other is lower, getting a fistful of skirt as she stumbles away. Nia takes care of one, the lower of the arms getting knocked off, tumbling to the floor.

It's still got a fistful of skirt. Her long, pretty, and most importantly modest skirt is abruptly truncated, reduced to being short enough to qualify for 'mini' and not intact enough to cover much of anything if she bends at the waist. At the moment, it's revealing creamy thighs, the richly-detailed, floral-patterned tops of her stockings, and the garter belts clipped to them to hold them properly in place.

It's also revealing that the Tycoon has exactly zero chill about her increased state of undress, as evidenced by the red in her cheeks, the look in her eye, and the blade of tightly-layered coinage that strikes downward like a guillotine blade.

De-half-itating the golem! Normal, Specialty (Compound Interest)!

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>175529

Feeling her inner perversity and the energies of the barrier mix in her body, Sylvie's desire clashed with a growing sense of shame. She really went a bit overboard… but god, she doesn't regret it as much as she should.

As Elly toyed with her body, carefully avoiding the chastity belt even though she could shove her hand right through it, Sylvie rewarded her with a meek whimper, trying to remember just how long she really had been away. "I- Idunno… I was like, chained to a table, and the Captain had me- nngh…~ A-and there was this monster that…. hhhnh~" Cutting herself short, Sylvie was suddenly possessed by a wave of shame and guilt, keeping her from detailing the encounter in full, and of course recalling the incident flooded her with intense arousal. Idol was quick to capitalize on that, forcing her to the floor. "Ohmygod please please please…" she begged, her pubic tattoo casting an alluring glow. "I- I don't think I have an off switch anymore~"

Kicking her leg a little bit, Sylvie let out a little yelp as Idol pushed a pair of fingers in deep and mouthed at her sensitive breasts.

…. But why did it have to be all about her? Sylvie was being stupid and selfish and she knew it. If Elly would just let her up, Sylvie could make it about her instead, and Nia and Blue too!

However, as Idol made her move on Sylvie, the corruption at play became more aggressive, shifting from Sylvie's body straight into hers through her lips and fingertips. If it had to be forced out of Sylvie, perhaps it could cling to another girl that already knows its allure.

Corrupt Idol: Corruption

Rolled 6, 6, 5 = 17 (3d6)

>>175536

>>174567

Nia lands through the statue and swings her poleaxe back around, cross through its midsection from the other side before it has a chance to turn around. She doesn't see what happened to Tycoon, and frankly it doesn't matter too much as long as the Captain was kept occupied.

Destroy statue: Normal, Soul Weaponry, Indecency

Rolled 4, 3 = 7 (2d6)

>>175208

(Note: I have no idea if it's possible to break the Empress' hold without purification, or if the GM wishes to explore that, nevertheless, I'm leaving the option open.)

Charybdis is being pulled in all directions. The Captain's persona is outraged by this affront, the girl within is discovering a forbidden new joy. The girl above tells her to submit, the Empress' pull demands she fight. The fuzzy desire in her head simply needs praise. And ass? Ass.

And that's how there's a growling girl attempting to dislodge herself from the crack of another girl's ass while also tonguing and probing and /swirling/ and - as hands start to play over her body, making small groans reverberate through those cheeks too.

Indeed, at the moment she isn't thinking of her Saber. She's thinking about making the owner of this ass climax and submit to her tongue. She's thinking what a good girl she'd be to make that happen. Isabel is thoroughly in control of the situation in that respect, even if Charybdis' hands continue to grope and maul her freshly spanked ass, unable to do much of anything else.

And it would be so easy to lie there and visit worship upon the ass taking up almost all of her awareness of the world. Especially with Isabel's hands upon her, making her feel vulnerable in a way that is entirely unbefitting of the Captain's persona, making her feel not just arousal but desire. There's a shiver as Isabel crosses her belly, her hand able to peel away the risque pirate-schoolgirl skirt and slip down over her rubber-clad sex. She's wet, and the heat of that is palpable right back to Isabel as she shares her own magical heat, especially as it quickly spreads to 'soaked' status with that infusion.

It throws another wrench into Charybdis' awareness and perception of the world. Another corrupt power, a different one. . . as tantalizing as the former in its own way. Maybe because this one has its ass directly upon her face. Maybe because her persona chafes at the Empress' yoke sometimes. Maybe because she's tired of fighting people just trying to do the right thing.

She doesn't even have a way to meaningfully struggle against it, bound, bereft of her powers, she can feel that corruption tugging at her sex, tugging at her mind, at her tongue, urging her to drive deeper, to push back into the slayer's ass and make her squeal and give her more.

While she lacks any inherent magical talent of her own, she /is/ still utterly infused with the Empress' corruption, and that's what bites back at Isabel, the resistance to her plan, the pirate's glasses askew, the only thing she can even see anyway is a glorious tanned butt.

Some part of her would just be happy to make the girl scream her name before this persona ceases to exist.

Action: Corrupt Isabel. Dice: Corruption, Trance. (I acknowledge this is hopeless given a six already, and I really am pretty properly screwed at this point, but I figure it's more flavorful to have this last gasp than to simply concede the point every turn). So yeah, technically: Concede, just with a side bitch of maybe corrupt Isabel.

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>175536

Speaker golem

1d6

Rolled 6, 4, 5 = 15 (3d6)

Snowwoman 1d6

Whiskapus 1d6

Blue Cleric Exposure Check

Rolled 5 (1d6)

Indecency check to kick forward into a post at some point.

>>176306

Finally cooling off, Sylvie lets out a huge sigh, tiredness, relief and post-orgasmic bliss all at once. As her hair shifts from vivid fuchsia back to dark, shimmery blue, the room seems brighter.

While her costume reverts to its original shape, there's still some hints of the Shadow Sniper left- namely, that her outfit is more revealing. Though no longer ripped, the skirt is much shorter and the top exposes a lot more cleavage. In fact, the lacing down her torso leaves a gap of skin visible just underneath from sternum to navel, the whole length down.

Her eyes refocus as if she was just waking up from a nap, and she sits up in the Idol's arms.

"Ohh….. Oh god, I was kind of an ass, wasn't I?" she meekly asks, a pregnant pause hanging in the air as Sylvie wonders if she should admit how good all that felt.

"Uh, thanks. All of you. I guess I owe a few more favors…"

Her bow reshaping, she hurries forward, giving a knock on the door. "Pardon me, hope you don't mind one more!"

Move East

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>176306

Corruption

>>176615

RP post, skip action

Nia shakes the dust off her poleaxe with a single slash before it dematerializes. She hears the muffled moans across the room coming from the Captain, and on top of her Isabel as she grows more corrupt. With everything in the room pretty much dead, all that's left is a potentially dangerous girl. But the sound of Sylvie entering the room nearly causes her to draw her weapon again until she realizes she doesn't sense that same corrupt aura around her. Still, she's not about to meet and greet just yet. One false step and there could be another fight on their hands. She taps her communicator. "Blue, do you think you can move your barrier into this room?"

In her exhaustion, she couldn't help but look at the other girls, especially at their clothes. Everyone seemed so ragged, their outfits more revealing than the start. Especially Isabel, who, out of her own volition, has sprung out of her own. She stays quiet, but watching everyone carefully.

Attempting a new daily schedule, isn't going well so far but I'll try to hammer it in. If I get into a good routine the updates should become consistent.

For now though, putting it off till Friday.

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>177043

>Isabel, roll a corruption check.

''aye aye, my captain~'

Rolled 5 (1d6)

Trance Check

Rolled 5 (1d6)

Oh crap forgot the Indecency Check due to ongoing stripgrapple

Rolled 4, 5 = 9 (2d6)

>two indecency checks passed, trance rises a step

Isabel isn't winning the battle to strip Charybdis - literally or metaphorically - of her power. But she's certainly winning a battle of the mind.

Which is a peculiar position for the Captain to be in. She isn't being overpowered. If she could concentrate she could. . . well, she can't turn this around. That small part deep inside that still has any idea of the world outside Isabel's ass knows this battle is lost, at most she could hope to delay the inevitable if she fled. Without the Saber she's nothing more than an ordinary girl.

Yet, perhaps it's because they're made of corrupt magic, perhaps something is wearing off on Charybdis, who can say, but her uniform holds fast.

As the Trance rises, threatening to consume her, Charybdis' fight begins to change in character. Her tongue was aggressive, her hands harsh, her struggles steadfast, trying to unseat Isabel or at least make her submit.

But now? Snared in more sensuous, snaking fabrics, her hands are more playfully competitive, no longer firm enough to make Isabel gasp with pain, they're more teasing at the soreness of spanking and groping with an eye toward making her squirm and moan instead.

Her tongue is much the same. No longer an angry spear, now more like a coiling whip, flicks and lashes striking unexpectedly, playfully teasing and testing. Even her struggles have become lusty, as though this was all a sex game to her instead of a struggle for ultimate victory or defeat.

—

Isabel's ass is as unrelenting as the tides, with the force of a tsunami. Charybdis? She's not the whirlpool, she's the maiden chained to the rock before the waves, with pretty brown feet cradling her head, the boulder that ensures she hasn't an inch of reprieve.

Charybdis, mentally, is teeth-gritted against this, but. Butt. But slipping. All her work has come down to this. An ass pounding her into submission instead of the other way around. It's frustrating and tantalizing all at once. Torn.

Eloise never had the drive to be quite so against it. And she's prone to fascination and infatuation anyway. This inner, deeper self isn't even fighting this, she's loving every moment of it, the source of the mewls and desires. The mellowing influence on Charybdis' fight.

The source of the wet, sopping heat, soaking in that delicious corruption even as she tries to push it into Isabel, the two forming something of an oroborous of lusty magics.

—-

But whether Eloise likes it or not, it's Charybdis still in charge, and even if her goals are shifting she plays for keeps.

She wants to make Isabel cream for her before she meets her fate.

Action: RESIST! Dice: Corruption, Trance.

(charybdis doesn't notice the diq)

>>177474

whoops, that last line was supposed to be italics, not a quote

Rolled 6 (1d6)

Follow West, pick up stick: Normal

>>176808

>>177474

>>177267

>>176795

>"Blue, do you think you can move your barrier into this room?"

Darn. Looks like the intermission is over already. "Alright, we'll be over in a sec." Bringing her hands to herself Elly waltzes through the door to the west, ready for a new look at the situation.

And a new situation it is. Seeing that girl who only recently bested herself being handled so well just seemed fitting, the urge to gloat is only just held back but not without breaking a smile. After all she'd just love to be in that position herself (well, maybe minus the spell Sylvie's weaving). Jealous? No, but certainly tempted.

Standing back for now she nods towards Nia "Looks like we made it huh? Oh right! NOW I'll be holding on to this." Securing the "sabre" isn't really necessary at this point, but better to be safe than skewered. Not much better though.

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>178086

corruption test. someone may want to reign isabel in and keep her from going overboard with a purification boost.

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>Charybdis must take an indecency check for the stripgrapple.

INDECENCY CHEKKU

>>180403

>These tied out, so Isabel's action is resisted. Charybdis must take an indecency check for the stripgrapple.

Thanks! i was wondering how this would play out: I wasn't sure if the -1 for being held was going to be in effect or not when up against a direct resistance, OR with silvie rolling. Is the captain's indecency accurate for the indecency checkS, here >>177249 (5 v ind2 ) and >>176458 (also 5) ?

also, welcome back!

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>180403

Corruption Check

Rolled 1, 2 = 3 (2d6)

>>180403

shit you're right. How do I keep doing that

Mutiny! The crew senses weakness in the captain! Hold her down to pay for her crimes!!: Infinite Pure Wave Sabre/Corruption

>>178087

>>178086

Bitter sea breeze whips through Elly's hair as she takes the Flagstaff. The ghostly harness reacts as well, biting in and nearly dropping to her knees, supported by the captured oar. Now to give this thing a test drive; she may not have the captain's capacity for hammy speeches and invocations but a restless crew is easily rallied, doubly so against the one they were bound to. Ropes shift and grind with the building power, drawing Idol's perversions out and into the real. "Well well, what say you men? Is that still your Captain? Will you still serve before the gallows? Or fight against fate like the free men you are? All I - we - ask is your cooperation, she's already lost, so why not make this easy? I'm sure we'll find some way to thank you… fine gents."

Okay. Maybe she watched a few of those pirate movies. She probably flubbed some of the lines but whatever, the high-class persona of the defiant damsel just came to her. A second rush comes with the thought of being reduced to a mere trophy, with a small wish that it would happen again. "Do to her what you did to me and we'll call it even." **so how do you want to be bound, sea bitch?"

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>180836

Ayy lmao. Shoulda paid more attention, might of gotten the speech right.

Corruption

I don't mean to intrude on whatever you guys have got going on here, but I did make an RPG system that might tickle your interests. Feel free to use it and make your own versions.

https://www.f-list.net/c/trials%20of%20the%20spire

>>180843

May as well note that we do have a separate thread for OOC chat.

>>150689

That said I will look it over.

>>180846

Oops, my bad. I just saw dungeons and dice rolling and figured I'd shoot my goo.

Feel free to quote the original post, if you reply, in the OOC thread.

Rolled 6, 4 = 10 (2d6)

>>180403

After a moment of idly tracing her fingers over her handiwork, Sylvie snaps back into focus. Her head was full of filthy fantasizings that she had to shake out quickly. Just how long did she space out there? She looked down at her mark again and wondered if her attention hadn't drifted while she was casting her spell…. Did it even do what she wanted? Sylvie wasn't sure.

What Sylvie was sure of though, was that Isabel needed a hand. Even sitting just behind her, she could feel Isabel wasn't just soaking up that dark, perverse energy, she was swimming in it, bathing in it and loving every moment. "Oh no, don't you dare flip on us…~" she commented with a slight tease to her voice. "We'd be fucked and you know it." But it might be fun anyway…

Her crystals drifted away from Charybdis and surrounded Isabel, as did Sylvie's arms. Sylvie's embrace enveloped Isabel in pure starlight, like a relaxing bath that's at -just- the right temperature.

"Don't mean to interrupt your playtime, but I think you need to vent just a tiny bit~"

Leaning up against Isabel's back, an all too curious hand took hold of the Slayer's own flagpole, squeezing and stroking with a tender touch.

Help Isabel out! Purify: Radiant Starlight/Corruption

>>180403

Shortpost so I can start to get back into the swing of things.

"I'm, um… I'll just…" Emilia points back the way they came, and, beet red, hastily goes off to go do the thing where she keeps Blue Cleric from getting jumped by something coming up behind her while working the barrier. Nobody wants that. She could use the magic of a needle and thread, too…

Move West! Unless it turns out it's unnecessary because of turn order, in which case just relocating towards the door.

>>177474

>>178085

>>178086

>>180836

>>181146

(Yeah that's a lot to respond to. Forgive me if I fuck up or forget some part of your contribution.)

>>177474

Charybdis is far too busy waging a battle of wills with Isabel to really respond beyond some light struggling that requires pinning her down to properly draw that spell. There's definitely a buck as fingers enter her, a hiss as pure magic inscribes against corruption-infused girl. She doesn't know what's happening abut she knows she's getting closer to a climax. . .

>>178085

>>178086

To truly understand what's going on, you have to understand Charybdis. Charybdis isn't Eloise, not wholly. Eloise is a cosplay otaku. Eloise delves deep into the personality of what she's adopted. A touch of dissociation, a bit of magic, and Charybdis is functionally a split, dominant persona.

Defeating Charybdis mentally thus is tantamount to touching her soul. . . Which Isabel is doing in a much more direct fashion, corruption starting to backflow and fill Charybdis.

She's so unbelievably satisfied. She's fought, and struggled, and she can scarcely catch her breath, she's so busy eating ass and groaning those little frustrated pleasures of her own. But she's 'winning'! She can feel Isabel letting loose, giving up this game, climaxing like a freight train just for her.

She can already taste the girl's praise, her pleasure. It's deeply contenting and soothing to her soul. Even being practically pounded into the ground by sheer power of ass, it's alright. She could die happy as Isabel squirms and squeals her climax.

Action: Give In.

A violent outpouring of dark magic into Charybdis, making her squirm and convulse with the hot, sexual energy of it, pinned beneath the prized booty she's sought. It's so good that her own desperate climax isn't far behind, and in the glow of satisfaction as she nearly shrieks into Isabel's ass, that unmoors her from everything she presently is.

The Empress? One more booty to claim. Corruption? Just a means to an end.

It's liberating - everyone thinks of corruption as being liberating, but now Charybdis truly feels free to make any choice and do anything. . . but right now all she wants is to keep making Isabel groan and squirm, to indulge in her dominance of the ass that is paradoxically dominating her.

>>180836

The crew of the Siren's Song can be /felt/ as Elly starts to channel magic, to make her bargain with the pirate crew. They're neither kind nor cruel, merely a tool, an extension of the captain's will. But Elly has the staff, and Charybdis is helpless. It's a classic mutiny.

It sends a ghostly chill down the spine as an ethereal pirate whisper's into Elly's ear: "O Captain. For the sake of your mutiny. . . that one should be bound in rubber and steel. Her tastes always ran to the former for her captives, but only a fool wouldn't bring in our sturdiest binds for a former captain. Say the word."

As she channels more and more ghostly crew start to materialize, transparent partial bodies and shapes, ready to do her bidding at least for this act.

Zero posts? Guess that's a skipped turn.

Rolled 1, 5 = 6 (2d6)

>>181370

Feeling Charybdis starting to tip towards the team's side again, Sylvie redoubles her efforts on Isabel. Her fingertips filling with warm, soothing starlight, Isabel can feel her dark energies shifting through her body. With a slow, steady stroke, Sylvie was working that corruption up and out in the most obvious direction. Pressing her small breasts into Isabel's back, she gives the Slayer a nip on the collarbone. "Mmmh- wow, this really is huge~" she whispers. A blush radiating through her face, her eyes catch Elly at the other end of the room, wondering just how the Idol handles it.

Purify Isabel: Radiant Starlight/Corruption

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>181851

Corruption Check

Captcha wasn't loading when I went to update last night, let's see if it will cooperate now. . .

Rolled 1, 6 = 7 (2d6)

>>182634

"Okay cap'n, let's set you right~" Sylvie coos, shifting her focus from Isabel to Charybdis, she feels a little safer in trying to wring that delicious corruption out now that Cleric's barrier is set up.

Purify Charybdis: Radiant Starlight/Corruption

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>182758

Corruption Check

Rolled 5, 6 = 11 (2d6)

>>182634

The barrier's up, and nothing has jumped out to destroy them. That's good at least! Emilia considers trying to fix up her somewhat torn-up outfit, dissatisfied with the state of it right now – and then catches a glimpse of the increasing pile around Charybdis, and immediately turns on her heel and marches away. There's a mumbled mention of 'scouting ahead.' Her discomfort at the perverse display is pretty clear, though.

Move South, check for traps and hazards on the way. (Normal, Specialty: Fortune Finder)

Rolled 5, 4 = 9 (2d6)

>>182830

A hand raises at Emilia's words, waving her off without a glance. What's going on in front is MUCH more interesting. "We won't be too much longer. Just need to make sure she's good and done." The girl does seem thoroughly subdued; even her crew seems to be calming down somewhat.

It's good that Idol got her little moment of revenge out of her system (and damn did she look good pinned and teased), but this would all be for naught if they just spent the whole day screwing Eloise and let the shadows close in around their bubble of light. If it's not one in-your-face snare it's another subtle one.

Perhaps her own weapon would be the key. That kinda thing might just be nerdy enough to work.

Purify Charybdis: IPWS/Corruption

Rolled 2, 6 = 8 (2d6)

>>182634

action: Transmute Entranced to Addiction reduction! Supplanting the corruption of the empress with her own/offering an alternative. Fluff purposes layered atop purification dogpile. fluff later. Sorceress, corruption.

sorry once again fridays/weekends are the worst. including corruption for flavor. Is normal appropriate because of the high entranced dice value? Or this could count as a drive corruption out to assist the other girl/shields purify. :(

Rolled 2 (1d6)

At least grabbing the entranced check I'm supposed to take.

Rolled 5 (1d6)

1d6, snowwoman exposure

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>184292

Sylvie lets out an achey little shiver as she feels the corruption dissipate….. save for the warm and sticky residue that clung to her soul. Of course, taking a bath after getting covered in mud feels great, but you wouldn't need one if jumping in mud puddles wasn't so fun, right? "See Captain? Told you we'd all wind up on the same side."

Adjusting her somewhat-revealing costume, she follows after Emilia.

"Right behind you!"

Move South

Rolled 6 (1d6)

A lot has happened. (and I can only do so much to ease myself back in to posting)

Charybdis has been put through the wringer. She had a glorious, crowning success. She claimed that booty. And then she was snuffed out.

She writhed and squirmed in her restraints, she howled a defiant and defeated climax into Isabel's ass. Corruption flowed in both directions, before being severed by the purifying hands of Isabel's comrades.

Now, she sags, limp and almost devoid of life, the straps and chains that had dug in so tightly as she fought now going slack.

Without her staff, with her dark uniform dismissing itself due to the purification, Charybdis is no more.

What remains then is Eloise DeMarchant, at least for now.

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>184292

Corruption

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>185181

>>184999

>>184292

Not even a light comes from the staff as she tries once more to tap into it's power. Not only does it refuse aid, but it throws some of the latent darkness right back at Elly. A looping tendril brushes her arm, and in a rare moment of getting a grip of her runaway fantasies she manages to let go before the rope snags her wrist. Clearly the capricious stick feels like it's done enough here. Drop IPWS

>>184999

Eloise's exhaustion speaks volumes of what she's suffered through, before and after her apparent fall-from-grace. Who knows how long she's been in here, what kind of vile misdeeds she had been up to and been subject to. "Is she. uh. You got her Blue?"

Two heading south and a mystery room to the East. Better get moving.

East: Normal

>>184292

Emilia carefully makes her way up to the edge of the room, and spots… a girl in distress! She lifts a leg to start forward – and then notices the seam at the edge of the floor, like some kind of pressure plate or pit. She stops in her tracks. "Ah, shoot…" Emilia looks to her sides, tracking the seam with her eyes. She keeps looking back up at the girl and the panel. Nearly every instinct is screaming at her to go get her out of there, which, one of the non-screaming instincts gently reasons, makes it excellent bait for a trap.

>>184832

"Be careful," Emilia calls over her shoulder to Sylvie, "there's some kind of floor trap. But there's someone in there…" She looks back into the room, scanning it for some kind of way around the trap. She doesn't think she can jam it up from here. Maybe her hat can provide a way to fish the bound girl out? The Tycoon is racking her brain. "Excuse me, miss? We're coming to get you! Just hold on!"

She tosses a coin out into the room, a few feet away. It bounces, then rolls on its side towards the panel. Emilia guides it until it comes to a stop next to the girl, checking to see if the motion or touch of something to the floor or the panel sets it off, or if there's a barrier, or… well, if anything happens at all. If nothing does, she'll gingerly poke the toe of her shoe over the line and put a little pressure on the far side of the seam, to see how easily it might move.

(I don't think I need a roll here, do I? I'll repeat the search one if it'd help get more information on the trap to try and traverse it, and otherwise just do it RP-style.)

Rolled 5, 1 = 6 (2d6)

Snowwoman Exposure 1d6

>>185205

1d6, room hazard

Rolled 2 (1d4)

test strength 1d4

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>185858

"Sorry, were you saying someth- woah!"

Avoid!

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>185858

Emilia frowns a little. "I was saying –" Click. "– huh?"

Avoidance!

>>185858

>>184999

>>183338

With the room secured and what seems like the Captain subdued, Nia finally lets down her guard. She lets go of her poleaxe, which disappears into shining particles before it hits the ground. It reappear as a hilt strapped to her thigh, hidden beneath her skirt. She walks over to Isabel, her heels tapping with each step. It appears she still has to get used to the outfit the dark crystal gave her, but at least she remains light on her feet.

Ignoring the obvious indecency of her friend, she immediately hugs Isabel, glad she's alright. "Good job, Isa," she gives tired commendation. Everyone else was in such a rush to leave. She was sure they were alright, at least she hoped. She looks to Cleric. "Blue, is it possible you can patch us up? I don't know how much you can take at the moment. I think the exit is southeast, in the center there." She looked at the map, then around. "And i don't like how much corruption everyone took. We should probably have tried to get rid of some of that before moving on." The communicator was left on for the duration of her speech, hoping some agree.

"Okay, I think a bit of explanation is in order," she speaks directly to the new girl, her tone concerned. "Who are you, I guess we can start with. And that weapon you carry. Not a scratch on it. The amount you've used it, you'd think it would have shattered by now. Where did you find such a thing?" She looks at the scythe chained to her arm, then at the source of the Captain's power.

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>185858

>>186320

Idol is already reaching for an axe (after some thought, a glossy white strat hanging on a wall) when the communication comes through. Nia's right, they DID all just take a bit of a beating and could use a minute to rest and recover. Maybe see what kind of condition their would-be nemesis is in and play a nice little tune for everyone.

Take guitar: Normal

Only one action so far, so delaying.

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>185858

"Oh shit-" Sylvie averts her eyes from the stunning lights, trying to make her way through the room with her eyes mostly covered. This stupid tower's not hitting her with that dumb hypnosis bullshit again! "H-hang on, I'll be right there…."

Attempt to rescue the damsel: Normal

Rolled 1, 6 = 7 (2d6)

>>187201

Looking away saves the day. It also lets Sylvie charge on ahead. "Hey, wait!" Emilia looks around the room, abruptly nervous, but summons up a handful of loose change anyway, seeing if she can effectively shoot out panels or wherever the sounds are coming from and keep Sylvie's rescue attempt a bit safer.

Clear a path through brute force trap disarmament: Normal, Specialty

Rolled 3, 5, 6, 3, 6 = 23 (5d6)

Snowwoman reverse exposure 1d6

>>186466

room hazard 1d6

>>187201

??? 3d6

Rolled 2, 6 = 8 (2d6)

>>189849

Sylvie yelps in surprise and tries to pull away from the bondage ensnaring her. "Hey what are- …. Oh, you! I almost forgot about you!" Recognizing the doll-like creature grabbing at her, she lets out an embarrassed laugh before trying once more to untangle her arm. "S-sorry, but I'd really love it if you let go now…. Pretty please?"

Escape: Normal/Indecency

Rolled 6 (1d6)

Indecency Check

Rolled 2, 6 = 8 (2d6)

>>189849

>>191340

Emilia has a second or two of triumph to enjoy. Being faster than weird flashy things and creepy sounds is a good thing in her book. It would've been really embarrassing if she just stood there like a dunce, staring.

Like now! But only for a second, honest. She hurries over to Sylvie when she sees something trying to grab her, and goes to do the same: she tries to physically haul Sylvie away from the animate bonds. Her trailing coins pop up and shoot downward, striking at the cables to try and give them room. "Okay, so maybe we should've seen this coming!"

Aid Sylvie's escape! Normal, Specialty

(Wasn't sure how to handle something like Aid Another, so, basic rollthings!)

Rolled 3 (1d6)

snowwoman exposure

Rolled 5, 2 = 7 (2d6)

>>192637

oh shit it's tuesday night

"Whew, thanks for the assist…" Sylvie nods to Emilia as she rubs her now sleeveless arm. Well, this wasn't so bad anyway, was it? Asymmetry is hip magical girl fashion after all…

Feeling the warm air on her exposed skin, Sylvie begins idly reaching lower, for that broken chastity belt, until she remembers the new girl's watching. "Er- sorry, I sorta forgot she was here…"

Drawing her bow, she gets ready to dispatch the living sex doll, but has second thoughts.

"Yknow what? Let's let the captain figure out what to do with you-"

Instead, the arrow fired out of her bow becomes a twisting silver wire, to wrap up Galatea.

"-and get you tied up for real in the meantime~"

Ensnare Galatea: Normal/Bow

Rolled 1, 2, 4 = 7 (3d6)

>>192637

Action then RP

Move east, destroy all wires (should be familiar with this room already): Normal, Soul Weaponry, Indecency

Rolled 5, 3, 1 = 9 (3d6)

>>193254

Reroll

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>193254

Indecency check

>>192637

>>193254

>>193255

>>193256

Nia recklessly enters the room, within a flash slicing up as many of those wires as she can. She stops before Idol, a wire flicking at her but just barely avoiding taking a piece of her outfit. "Did you touch the instruments?" she asks, sighing. "In any case, doubt they'll be much of an issue now. To the south is a weird room full with a messed up floor, south of that is the way up but the map showed it locked. East and south should be unexplored. But let's not go all the way east. There's some weird stuff going on with the maids there I don't want to look into."

Action taking previously, RP until turn change

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>193241

>>192637

"Anytime!" Emilia replies brightly. "Looks like we're gonna need a little more than a needle and thread to fix that, though." Though it doesn't look too bad… asymmetry is like the modern stylistic answer to the old school's color-coded team uniforms! She glances at Sylvie's wandering hand, but quickly looks away and politely doesn't mention it. (…It'd draw attention to the fact that she noticed it in the first place.)

"Well, it's been a, um, busy… little while," she says, waggling fingers dismissively, "so you can't be expected to remember every little thing, right? And it looked like a person in distress! But now…!"

Emilia backs up and steps to the side, hands up. She tries to circle around the doll, looking to flank it to get a clear shot without Sylvie on top of it (or, more likely, vice versa). Her coin-swarm comes up – and Sylvie talks about disabling it. She frowns a little, halted in her alpha striking tracks. "Are you sure about this? Speaking purely in risk versus reward, it seems sort of…" Emilia sounds understandably cautious.

"Well, I've probably got something for this, I suppose. Let's see!" Caution doesn't stop her from reaching up to her hat, twisting a key and making a bunch of ticking sounds. The top pops open on a hidden hinge, and a colorful net gets lobbed in an arc from the interior, complete with weighted ends. It looks like it belongs more on a tokusatsu set than anywhere practical.

Ensnare Galatea, But Less Efficiently: Specialty (Hat Trick)

>>193241

>>193718

3d6 Galatea

>>193254

1d6 room hazard

Rolled 2, 6, 5, 1 = 14 (4d6)

>>193903

Rolled 2, 4 = 6 (2d6)

Oh, and Molesting strike

Sylvie

Emilia

>>193257

"Nope. Didn't even get that far." The last wriggling wires burn out to the hum of feedback, sliced into chunks of copper-coated rubber. With them gone it should be safe to grab the instrument… but with the catgirl here her chances of actually getting a hand on it might be even lower. The report is interesting, this whole area new territory to El after all. "Well, isn't looking into weird stuff kinda, ya know, what we're here for? Scouting it out might be just what we want." Fingers brush towards fur as Idol circles around her guest, curious about her trail and just uninhibited enough to try and touch it. "Or we can rest a bit if you need."

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>193965

Nia watches the wires eventually slow and cease to move. She's not sure why Idol would even go near one of those things, but maybe she knows something she doesn't. "It is, but unless you want to fight a few dozen maids huddled around something, I don't suggest going that way. Her poleaxe dematerializes, leaving her with just the scythe. "I wanted to ask Blue about this thing." she tells her, showing her the scythe. It's in much worse shape than it started in, but looks just as menacing. "Maybe I can restore it or something. Or even better, break the curse on it. It would be nice to return this thing to its rightful owner some day, but until then it's going to break unless I take care of it."

She watches Idol as she walks around, turning to face her, but her tail stays put long enough for her to feel its soft, yellow fur. It's warm to the touch, and definitely fur, not hair. Most of all, it's definitely real, attached beneath her skirt which has since raised, revealing a few white ruffles beneath. "Oh! Be careful touching that," she tells her, clearly shaking a tiny bit. "People do get curious about it, but it's a part of me, at least as long as my transformation stays active. I don't really think too much about how it works but I can feel your hand, among the other things it can do." She sighs, wondering about resting. "I'd like to, really. Especially after that last fight. Just I feel we need to move on."

She looks at Elly, then back to the East door. "I think I'll be alright. How about you?" She senses some corruption in the Idol's body, which worries her.

RP for now, but if turn comes before responses, Move East: Normal

Rolled 2, 3 = 5 (2d6)

>>193910

Emilia does her best to try and help pin down a tricky Doll, assuming that Sylvie has some kind of experience in doing this very thing. At first, it seems to be going okay, and then…

"Wh-what?!" Ticking Tycoon is a bit stunned that they got their cunning attempt at a non-lethal take-down got reversed so easily. She squirms. It doesn't help. "Next time we're sticking to the original- hey! Quit it!" She squirms more. She's more clothed than Sylvie, but the roaming tendrils do a more than adequate job of putting her in fanservice-laden poses while she tries to escape.

Fortunately, she has a cunning plan. "D-don't worry! I know! Hat!!" She jerks her head back, and it hops up off her head and back down with a 'ka-chunk' like a vending machine. The side opens up, and the jar of Dark Jelly tumbles out, lid open, to make a big mess all over the tendrils. She's hoping she can use it as a lubricant for escape… and hoping that all it does to her clothing is necessitate a visit to the magical dry cleaners.

Weaken/Escape The Grapple! Specialty (Hat Trick), Indecency

(And whatever else using suspicious jelly might do to my dice, among other things…?)

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>194983

Indecency!

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>194644

Eyes on the tail, watching those hair stand on end. Nia's additions must be quite sensitive. "I ah, probably could use the rest. I mean, I don't usually dress like this outside the house, so I guess something stuck with me when I came back. Not without something over it at least. Well there was a costume that one time but that was a bit of a special occasion. Anyway I think Slayer and Cleric still have their hands full with that other girl." which means I need a different audience. "We can take it a bit slow for now. Think I learned my lesson about taking other people's instruments."

The cursed blade does look a bit less impressive since Idol last got a look at it, worn and a bit dull. "I dunno. If those things are locked up, it's usually for a good reason. You've only had it for a short while, if someone could really tap into it? I wouldn't want to be in her way. Do you think she'd get mad if it broke?"

Chat and walk East: Normal

>>195211

Nia stops herself from shaking too much. She eyes Elly's outfit. In fact, she hadn't really bothered looking at all. She was too busy trying to make sure everyone was alright, never even noticed much of a costume change. Still, her eyes couldn't help but wander over her outfit. Definitely more revealing than the outfit she remembered. If anything, Nia's own outfit was less so, now wearing a much longer dress skirt than her usual.

"We really should take it slow. I just hope no one would need our assistance soon." She checks the communicator. It seems there's something in that room south of the safe room. Tapping her communicator, she asks. >>194983 "Hey, you need any help there or you good?"

While waiting for a response, she talks to Elly. "That thing you picked up. It belonged to that girl who attacked us. It's like the same as what I have. The power is really much more amplified, all contained there in the weapon, but manifested by the user as well." She picks up the scythe handle, the blade gleaming with a subtle, obsidian reflection, though it appears to be made of steel. "This is borrowed power. It belonged to someone else, someone possibly amazing, and it was taken from them." She summons a knife in her right hand, holding it in front of her and the Idol. Their reflections could be seen in the mirror-like blade. In a moment, the knife warps into poleaxe, the crescent blade just as reflective. She blinks, seeing her reflection "I wonder, if the scythe is like my own weapons, but taken away and forced to stay corporeal when away from its user… if someone were to take my weapons away, would they be just as strong in another's hands?" She imagines another timeline where someone is holding her poleaxe as its bound to their left hand, the scythe comfortable in their right. It's not something she wants to think about too much. "But that saber, its different in another way. Would you be able to do the same things that girl did with it? Not saying you can't, but I couldn't imagine that's all it takes. I can't help but wonder what someone else could do with this scythe if its power was unlocked the same way it appears that saber can be."

She catches herself thinking out loud a little too much. "Sorry, I tend to ramble on sometimes…"

Rolled 6, 4 = 10 (2d6)

>>193910

Sylvie gives a sharp shout, followed by a shuddering sigh as she's sucked into the wriggling mass by her arm, pressed up against the doll. She tries to pull herself away, but Galatea's tendrils snake into her ripped clothes even more with each tug.

Sylvie shuts her eyes and tries to pull away with more force, but each little caress against her skin tempts her more and more. Her legs tugged apart into a compromising position, making her tattooed, pantiless upskirt very visible to her new teammate, her body aches for a touch, anything to slip past that damnable chastity spell…

"Hhh- I really hope you've got something good in that hat…!"

Escape: Normal/Indecency

Rolled 2, 6, 5, 4 = 17 (4d6)

Snowwoman reverse exposure

>>195273

>>194983

Galatea, 3d6

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>197121

Corruption Check

Rolled 4, 6, 4 = 14 (3d6)

>>197121

Sylvie starts to pull free, but a tender stroke up her leg, along her back, across her hip keeps her from escaping completely. Those grabby tentacles know just how to hold her to keep her where they want.

Pulled in deeper into Galatea's embrace, thick, slippery tendrils snake up the inside of her thigh and brush over her mound and slit, the first bit of contact below the clit she's had since Charybdis put that damn chastity spell on her. Her eyes squeezed shut as she struggled, but as they flicker open, Galatea and Emilia both saw that hungry, needy longing…. She can't get away and she knows it.

As a long, thick tendril invades her inner channel, Sylvie lets out an unrestrained cry, trying and largely failing to set that long-denied pleasure aside and think of a way out of this.

"Mmnnh…~ Nhh~! Hhhohgod keep doing that…." she mumbled, not realizing she was using her outside voice.

God, she didn't want the others saving her ass again… But wait, this monster was a servant, wasn't she? And certainly less wily than Nyx by far. Maybe she could turn the tables…

Mustering her strength again, Sylvie pulls against the tentacles- not backing away, but moving forward. Clothing be damned, Sylvie fought her way towards the feminine core of the beast and tried to wriggle free a hand, hoping to give as good as she got.

Tame Monster: Athletic/Corruption/Indecency

Rolled 2 (1d6)

Corruption Check

Rolled 1, 1, 3 = 5 (3d6)

>>195234

>>198220

Emilia's cunning plan is stopped by facing something that can see and react to her doing weirdly overblown tricks. That's actually super troublesome for her. Her flimsy outfit tears further, adding a larger and more inappropriate cut-out for cleavage to the already forcibly-miniaturized skirt and still-cute stockings. She's hitting a point where just walking around is going to be mortifying, nevermind trying to fight like this!

She struggles and flails. The hat is remarkably solid and stuck on her head, so she uses that, smacking the doll with it and trying to dislodge the jelly. "Don't worry! I- I'll get us out of this!" the calls to Sylvie, furtively casting a glance in her direction –

"Um."

Okay. On the one hand, that's… that's kinda hot. In other circumstances, she might like to (very privately, very secretly) watch. On the other hand, that's happening within arm's reach, and is a likely prelude to what exactly she's in for if she doesn't get free. It gives her all the motivation she needs to become annoyingly squirmy and frustratingly uncooperative. She doesn't want to give it up to a monster doll!

>>195234

Also to be loud. She yells in the direction of her comm, "Yeah we could maybe use a haAAnnnd?!" One of the gripping tendrils got a little too close to inappropriate for comfort.

Grapple escape! Specialization, Tool, Indecency

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>198376

Nia is left wondering what these items could possibly be. If they were crafted this way, or if they were the remnants of girls long passed. She smiles to Elly, "Well, I can't fry things with lightning either. Your power is faster than I could possibly hope to travel, not without breaking something at least."

She looks around at the destruction she one caused. "Yes, I was here. It feels like ages ago I destroyed everything in this room." She hears the voices as well, then could tell something was coming from her communicator.

>>198230

trying something different

Roll 1d2 to see if Nia heard Tycoon: 1 Yes 2 No

Rolled 6, 5, 6 = 17 (3d6)

>>198419

>>198376

Nia looks at her communicator than back to Elly. "Oh god, hopefully not another one of those dark magical girls," she whispers, barely audibly. And so close to the safe room, what in the world? "Look south, I'm going to check on the others."

In the very moment she finished speaking, Nia practically disappears, just the image of her worried look fading as she rushed west and south to the source of the call. Upon entering the safe room, slowing down and passing right through, she motions to Snowwoman to follow south before speeding up again. Some tentacle doll thing? Always with tentacles around here it seems.

I assume free movement for open rooms.

Rush and cleave right down the middle: Normal, Cat-like Reflexes, Indecency

>>198420

Almost crit

Nia reappears right in front of Galatea and slams the blade of her poleaxe straight down and through.

>>198230

An inclusion of corruption (action die) is mandatory in the case of the dark jelly, as it's a concentrated form of corruption.

Also, I'm busy tomorrow, so I think I'll keep updating a day late until something lets it slide back into the usual schedule.

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>198446

Have a roll, then!

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>198450

Check Corruption

Rolled 5, 3, 4, 3 = 15 (4d6)

reverse exposure, snowwoman

>>198220

>>198230

>>198420

3d6, galatea

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>199373

Corruption Check

Rolled 2, 2 = 4 (2d6)

>>200458

Whoops, I should include which specialties I'm using

Remove the Tentacoat: Radiant Starlight/Indecency

Rolled 3, 3 = 6 (2d6)

>>200460

Reroll

Rolled 2, 6 = 8 (2d6)

>>200461

Reroll

Rolled 6 (1d6)

Indecency Check

Rolled 4 (1d6)

Enter the room, trailing some cord behind for an escape if needed: IPWS

>>199373

>>198420

>>198419

Her cat-eared companion vanishes before a farewell can leave her mouth. And a glance at the com shows that she's already reached the others! Well they should be in good hands now. She hopes.

The door opens to a veritable five-and-a-half minute hallway, walls not even waiting for her to look away before shifting about. Holding on to the door she takes an experimental step, one foot in, one foot out. If only those ropes stayed with her, she could tie it to something to pull herself out of the twisting chamber.

The oar picks that exact moment to remind her of its presence, a spectral coil squeezing a gasp out of her "I thought I dropped you." Apparently that old thing didn't want to release her yet. "Well, just hold on a little longer, okay?" Stepping fully in she leaves the borrowed artifact on the other side, gently closing the door , a shimmering line just barely visible. Could this thing even understand her? The once ever-present ghosts were being awful shy for some reason.

Rolled 6, 4, 5 = 15 (3d6)

>>200458

>>199373

With a strike, Nia seemingly cleaves the creature into two. Without is tentacles, she's sure it should be a quick fight. "Sorry, I heard something over the communicator and figured I could step in." She watches for a moment as Sylvie struggles with the coat, visibly shaking, though she's sure she has a good grip on it. Readying her poleaxe, she strikes, aiming to shatter the wood.

Finish off Galatea: Normal, Soul Weaponry, Indecency

Rolled 3, 2 = 5 (2d6)

>>199373

>>200458

>>200898

With the assistance of the jelly, aiding in both the slippery defilement of her outfit and her escape from the doll's clutches, Emilia tumbles to the floor, rolls, and takes a knee in what is almost certainly a lucky break rather than a clutch acrobatic maneuver. She's… gooey. Dripping with it on exposed skin. It makes her cleavage and her thighs glisten particularly attractively.

She feels very warm all of a sudden. It's kind of a weird warmth. Her heart flutters, and her whole body feels gross, but in a way that reminds her of a good workout or something. She looks up at Nia gratefully, and then at Sylvie…

…

…and doesn't really look away quite as fast as she did before. She peeks out of the corner of her widened eyes. "I'll, um, one second!" Her discomfort at being self-slimed momentarily put aside, Emilia fishes out a clean quarter, tosses it into the air, and starts battering at the tentacle coat, the multiplied coinage attacking from angles picked to avoid hitting Sylvie. She's got a look of concentration on her face the whole time, staring right at her.

That's weirdly hot, she thinks momentarily. But now's really not the time –!

Help Attack the Coat! Normal, Specialty

Rolled 6, 5, 4, 5 = 20 (4d6)

Reverse exposure snowwoman

1d6

>>200458

>>200928

1d6

>>200898

2d6