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Clarification about the pricing for the open D&D campaigns. It's $25 for each individual session?
Yes indeed; Startplaying charges players each session the night of the game, so it's good to be aware up front. Though there's a Session 0, character creation, scheming, etc. that is just part and parcel for joining the campaign.
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RPG Journey (Event #3)
Disheartened by the lack of a coffer, the woman was able to shrug off the loss...but what came next? Oh boy, she wouldn't forget this-
The light starting to dim, the adventurer reached a clearing, one in which was supposed to signify the half-way point to the next town...well, she was very much behind schedule, but this was only going to get worse as she heard angry yelling come from the trees.
Before her very eyes, a yellow blur scurried onto the road, running toward the woman with a screech. The appearance scared the girl, the pendant crackling around her neck as her hand went to her blade. Instead of coliding, however, the creature came to a halt, incoherant yelling being heard from above...and that's when she spotted it.
A...yordle? It had to be, right?
Her frame remained tense as the creature stabilized, shifting so furball could get a better look at her (after adjusting his oversized hat of course), and the words that left his mouth confused her.
'YOOOOUUUUUUU'RE TRESSPASSIN' !'
The woman looked confused at the creature, remaining silent until its steed screeched, bringing her back to reality.
'I...think you are mistaken? This is a public track to traverse. This isn't owned by anyone-'
'IT'S OWNED BY ME! PRIME NOXIAN REAL ESTATE, NOW BEAT IT, LADY!'
....
For what felt like an eternity, the trio squabbled until a tentative agreement was reached. Sky could proceed, but only if escorted by the meddlesome Admiral...uh...Colonel?
Oh, and Skaarl.
archer can you drink a whole barrel of beer?
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If we hadn't done something, I fear for the collateral damage that would have been caused. - Merc Yeah! That would've been bad! haha... Collateral damage!! From the burps!! So scary... - Mage
(Combined two fitting asks into one.)
*I moaned softly when Jackson nuzzled his face against my thigh and kissed me all over. I giggled when Jackson gently bit my inner thigh.*
"Yes Jacky. Please I need you."
Jackson continued to litter kisses over her inner thighs, his hands moving up and down her calfs.
He brushed his lips against her pussy, kissing her clit and giving her sick folds a long lick.
"Keep talking, baby doll... I am all ears." he murmured, kissing along the Apex of her thighs.
-🐴
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“A princess in an adventuring party huh? I feel like i’ve heard of a game like this before, okay, but you’re gonna have to be undercover. You think you can handle that Nevermind-san?”
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*I was eating my pie and felt the rumble of his purr from his chest. I loved the feeling of the rumble. I was rubbing Jacky's head and I knew he was listening to my heartbeat. I kissed his forehead. We sat like this for 2 hours snuggling each other in a blissful, peaceful silence. I eventually finished my pie and had Jackson to sit up so I can lean into his chest. I smiled while listening to his heart beat, it was serene and calming. I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him closer. His hairy arms were very comforting, I didn't want to let go. I am enjoying this domestic moment and I can tell he is as well.*
"I'm so glad I met you. You're the best person I've ever been with and also my first love. You've stolen my heart and I have yours as well. I love you Jacky🥰😊."
Jackson felt good in these rare moments. Usually, he was always alone, rarely having someone here with him, so he enjoyed the womans presence to the fullest, running his fingers through her hair.
His honey brown eyes looked down into hers, listening to her confession and he smiled brightly, one hand coming to stroke her cheek.
"I am glad you feel that way, sugar... It warms my heart you hear you say these words." he told her, leaning closer to her, his lips brushing against hers.
-🐴
As he stepped forward slowly and calculated I stayed put, too afraid to run. Each inch he got closer my pulse picked up and my blood pumped so loud in my ears I swear the stranger could hear. Looking up at him he towered above me and I was extremely unsure of what to do, my hand gripped the handle of my hunting knife, not pulling it out yet.
The growl made my muscles tense and I stepped back "J-just... Just let me leave." I brokenly whispered as my hands shook. "I don't mean any harm.... please."
The breathing through the gas mask was heavy and deep, the fact that I couldn't read him or see his face was nerve-wracking, making my anxiety sky rocket but at the same time he deeply intrigued me. Swallowing thickly I hoped and prayed that this stranger was just putting on a act to scare me but my better judgment knew I was so fucked. Keeping my wild animal knowledge in mind my eyes never left the lenses of the dirty aged mask and I just tried to keep out of his arms length.
"P-please... Please." I whispered with my voice breaking weakly. Never in my life had I felt so helpless. "I want to go back to my truck, I won't tell a soul... I promise
@the-slasher-files
He could hear her pulse, her heartbeat, the blood pumping through her veins... Everything. His sensitive senses were high on alert and the moment she took a step back he felt like something snapped in him, eyes pulling into a deadly glare.
Dark gaze snapping to her small hand on the handle of his knife. Some of her words were on contradictory with her body language. No harm yet she would strike too if he went on her.
That was new. Usually, they would run or scream. She was faceing him, she was afraid but she had courage and a certain fire... Females were the most confusing.
And confusing him made Mitch annoyed. With smooth and fast moves he was on her in an instant, pouncing on her, bug leather gloved hands grasping both her wrists and pinning them above her head on the cold concrete floor, snarling loudly in her face, his broad body on top of her.
Powerfull legs getting between her own, making sure she would put a dirty stunt on him.
Gask masked face hovered over her, breathing deeply into her scent, taking notes of each little detail of all the notes.
It was sweet but spicy.... Saliva running down his chin altough she couldn't see it.
Mitch felt his blood pumping through his veins.... Feminine.... Female... Woman.
The new instinct made itself known through his system.
The instinct of reproduction.
-🐾
My breathing picked up as I looked into the woods, my eyes trying to pick up absolutely any movement I could and my heart rate began to rise. Gazing in the woods then back and the prison behind me again and again, I needed to decide what was the safer option here. Slowly backing up until I felt the cold concrete wall against my back I hesitantly pulled up my camera zooming into the woods for something.. anything. My hands were too shaky to see with such an intense zoom.
Putting down the camera that dangled on my neck I tried to slow my breathing and not work myself up too much, any predator could see I was freaked out right now.
Taking in a sharp inhale I nibbled on my lip and made a decision... going in the building.
Maybe I could find a close exit to circle around and just head back to my truck. My heart beat in my ribcage as I slowly and, carefully walked in between the concrete walls, pulling out my flashlight for there were only a few window I tried to look around as much as I could, but my anxiety just screamed to get out and get out now.
Moving faster but still carefully I could hear my blood pumping and the wind howling through the crumbling walls sounding like people wailing. Silently swearing to myself something caught my eye, something caught the light I held in my hand and I looked around once more before bending down.... a trip wire.
"What the fuck?"
@the-slasher-files
He could taste the fear on the tip of his tongue, drool running down the corners of his mouth like a starved animal that was presented a full on meal, his muscels twitching... She was afraid... He could sense it into her body language.
Still, the device into her hands frustrated him... Why was it so familiar? Why did he felt like he saw something like this before?
The moment she moved into the imense prison that's the moment when he began to move, with precise stealth, he went after her into the building.
He was used to all these surroundings, tears upon years here... He knew every corner, each room, each trap he set. The dark maze was imprinted into his feral mind like a tattoo.
He was right behind her the moment she stopped.... A trip wire that would lead to sharp broken pipes shooting from above her.
Mitch sat into a crouched form a few feet away from her, head tilted to the side.... A low growl leaving his lips.... Salivating, the tight knots into his belly ready to snap anytime.
She was in his jail... His place... His territory... And there was no escaping.
-🐾
