PFGHV Lewd Logs: Sersheon Takes Allamar

[23:58] <Narrator> Sersheon - or, rather, the Mad Jackal - finds herself prowling the dense alleyways around the market square. Few men and women are out and about at this hour, most having gone to bed with the sunset, or shortly thereafter. Shops of all different sorts line the square - though one on the south is boarded up, closed for business not simply for the night, but forever - and the local temple of Iomedae looms over the empty market, tall and silent.
[00:03] <Sersheon> The Mad Jackal hums gently to herself, her wolf companion at her side; she's dressed in her showy leathers, the self-inflicted scars on her stomach on display and the three-eyed mask tied to her head. She kneels and whispers to her wolf; then stalks thorugh the alleyways towards the temple. Perhaps there is someone getting in a late-night prayer that needs a more proper education...
[00:10] <Narrator> The temple is walled off by a sturdy stone fence about a head taller than the Mad Jackal, with a great gate of iron bars on creeky hinges. Getting closer to the looming structure, she can see a light within the main hall, with a careful ear revealing muffled human voices, one older and female, two younger and male. Few of the words are clear at this distance through the stone, but she can make out the phrase "Angel Knight", repeated over and over again.
[00:15] <Sersheon> She eyes the gate and smiles. Should she put the fear into them or should she do this cannily... well, The Wolf can't truly climb. She leans and whispers into his ear, then starts to climb the wall; The Mad Wolf will wait by the gate, and clever beast that he is, come in o her signal. She wants to get eyes on her prey...
[00:19] <Narrator> Over the gate proves an easy enough task for someone with the proper tools, and as she gets closer to the temple, the voices speaking in its heart become clearer and clearer, until the mad Jackal is resting beneath a stained-glass window and can hear everything the voices say.
[00:20] <Narrator> "Mother, are you sure it's wise? The Angel Knight came, yes, but she..."
[00:21] <Narrator> "The Angel Knight is sewing revolution, mother. If the Archbaron plans to move against Louslik, spreading her decree will only paint a target on the temple's back."
[00:22] <Sersheon> She pauses to listen. This sounds very interesting and very useful, yes, very useful to know. She smiles at the mention of Louslik and shivers, remembering the taste of his blood on her tongue...
[00:23] <Narrator> Two boys, men grown but still young, address their mother, who responds sharply. "If we do not speak out against those who would oppress, now, as they are oppressing others, who will speak for us when their eye turns our way? Iomedae demands that we do not turn a blind eye to injustice."
[00:26] <Sersheon> She smiles and starts to move; towards the front of the church, towards the door. She's going to try to open it silently and step in, light footed--a gesture behind hermotioning for The Mad Wolf to follow as quietly as he can despite the gate.
[00:27] <Narrator> ((Alright, for this, I'm going to need a stealth check from both Sersheon and the Mad Wolf))
[00:28] <Sersheon> ((19 for Sersheon, 15 for Spike))
[00:33] <Narrator> The woman and the two young men who are presumably her sons are all far too engrossed in their conversation regarding this Angel Knight to notice the Mad Jackall slip into the temple, or even hear the creak of the gate as the Mad Wolf slips in behind her.
[00:35] <Narrator> The woman looks to be in her late thirties at the oldest, the flowers of youth and vitality still evident in her frame despite her age. Long black hair runs down her back, and beneath the cassock of a priestess to Iomedae is a body that has been shaped for war and tempered by life as a mother of two rambunctious young men.
[00:37] <Sersheon> She smiles, and she gestures; the Mad Wolf comes to join her, and she closes the door behind her, then moves to creep towards the talking three, slowly, carefully...
[00:37] <Narrator> The two young men look to be twins, at eighteen or about twenty, their shoulders broad and built for a hard day's work. With their mother, they stand at the alter to Iomedae, atop which is a silvery mask shaped into the simple likeness of a plain woman's face.
[00:41] <Narrator> Slipping through the pews, just out of sight, the Mad Jackal is able to hear more of their conversation, which mostly revolves around the Angel Knight. Apparently, this Angel Knight is a leader in the Glorious Reclamation, the silvery mask being the likeness of her "face", the mask she always wears into battle. Apparently, she plans to rally the revolutionary minded to her cause.
[00:41] <Narrator> A cause to "take back Longacre."
[00:42] <Narrator> The three remain too engrossed in their conversation, the temple too poorly lit without the sunlight to pour in through the stained glass mirrors, for them to see hide or hair of the Mad Jackal as she approaches the altar.
[00:43] <Sersheon> At the sound of that cause, The Mad Jackal lets out her trademark laugh--high pitched and cackling, less than five feet away from the three, her wolf at her side. "The prey wants to take back the predator's haunt... how cute~" She says, licking her lips.
[00:43] <Narrator> "What the...!?" the boys shout in unison.
[00:44] <Narrator> "Devilish whore!" the woman shouts, reaching for a longsword on the altar.
[00:45] <Narrator> ((Roll Initiative. Gonna have to do this in theater of the mind/words only, as I don't have the maps for this encounter ready yet))
[00:47] <Sersheon> ((9 sersheon, 7 spike; and that's fine.))
[00:51] <Narrator> ((What's your Flatfooted AC?))
[00:53] <Narrator> ((nvm found it))
[00:54] <Narrator> The young men are quicker on their feet than they look, the both of them reacting to the threat of the Mad Jackal in near perfect unison, pulling out a dagger, stepping to flank her, and slicing at her with untrained abandon. Their blades merely graze her, though, barely scratching her skin. ((The Mad Jackal takes 2 points of damage))
[00:55] <Sersheon> She laughs at them, leering through her mask. "Oh, you'd like to play rough, then~"
[00:56] <Narrator> The woman, the local priestess to Iomedae, yells at her sons. "Leave, the both of you. Find the Sheriff and bring her here!"
[00:57] <Narrator> "But mother, we can help!" the young men reply in unison.
[00:59] <Narrator> With a voice as steely as her grip upon the longsword, now retrieved from the altar, she mutters a prayer beneath her breath and makes the sacred motions. Then turns to them. "You'll only get in the way..." ((The Cleric has cast a spell! The Mad Jackal and the Mad Wolf both take a -1 penalty on attacks, saves, and skill checks))
[01:02] <Sersheon> The Jackal cackles again. "But I'd much rather they stay and watch," she says, leering; she lashes out with her falchion at both of the boys.
[01:05] <Narrator> "L-Loran...?" the surviving boy stammers out, unable to believe his eyes as his brother's lifesblood seeps from his throat, the Mad Jackal's blow strike fast and true before he could even react.
[01:06] <Sersheon> "Mmm. A good blow... pity about him. He might not be dead, though~" She says... as her wolf charges their mother!
[01:06] <Narrator> As Loran collapses the floor, dead when he hits the ground, the Mad Jackal's second strike cuts a gash in the other brother's chest. He stammers back a few feet from the force of the blow, staggered.
[01:12] <Narrator> Hatred seethes in the eyes of the Cleric, as she bears witness to her son's dying gasps, his struggle to find a breath where his open throat would have him drown. "You BITCH!" she cries, but before she can bring her longsword to bear, the Mad Wolf is upon her, ripping at her leg with his powerful jaws and pulling her down to the ground before the altar.
[01:13] <Sersheon> "Give up and they live," she says jovially.
[01:13] <Sersheon> "WEll, i'll do my best to make sure of that, anyway. Such young studs... a shame for that seed to go to waste~"
[01:15] <Narrator> "Damn you..." the priestess mutters, staring past the hellish visage of the mad wolf, and at the corpse of her son. "Damn you to the darkest pit, of the coldest hell..."
[01:16] <Sersheon> "Is that an I Surrender?~"
[01:17] <Narrator> For her hate-filled words, however, she drops the longsword in her hands, lets it clatter to the floor rather than swing it in futility at the Mad Wolf. "Take what you want, hell-bitch, but mark me: I will remember this... The reclamation will remember you..."
[01:18] * Sersheon laughs... and kneels before the boy who's throat she cut. She attempts a healing spell on him, to see if he can be saved.
[01:19] <Narrator> "Mother, don't!" the living son yells, trying to move over to her. He drops to the ground, unconscious, his wounds seeping blood onto the floor.
[01:20] <Narrator> The Mad Jackal's healing magic does nothing for Loran, for a simple cure spell is no means by which one can bring back the deceased.
[01:20] <Sersheon> ((*The Jackal))
[01:21] <Sersheon> She huffs. "Pity, pity." She moves to the other one and repeats the gesture, a hand to her stomach and a hand to his body. "I suppose two will do~"
[01:23] <Narrator> "Two will do for what?" the steely eyed cleric glares at the Mad Jackal, not daring to raise her voice lest the murderess decide that a loud word is a plea for help from outside the temple. "What are you planning, hell-bitch?"
[01:24] <Sersheon> The Mad Jackal cackles again. "Well..." She murmurs, moving to kneel before the cleric, putting a hand on her stomach. "You have a functional womb, do you not?~ You're aged, but like a wine, yes. And I can smell the young lust in him... and The Wolf and I do love a show~"
[01:24] <Narrator> "Wh-what..." the young man stirs, still barely conscious. His eyes catch the corpse of his brother, then see the murderess before him, and fill with hate. A hand fumbles for his dagger as he struggles to raise his voice. "You killed Loran! I'll kill you!"
[01:25] <Sersheon> She laughs. "Put that down, silly boy. No more blood need stain this... HOLY hall~"
[01:25] <Sersheon> "I'll let you both live, even! Truly, the best of gifts--a chance for revenge when next we meet~"
[01:29] <Narrator> "Madness... you're insane." The cleric stares at the Mad Jackal not in hatred, but in horror. "Just... take me, if that's what you want, hell-bitch. But... I can't. I won't. It's wrong on the primal level, there must be something else."
[01:29] <Narrator> "Mother, why are you listening to her?" the young man asks. "Just smite her down with the wrath of Iomedae!"
[01:30] <Sersheon> "Oh, I certainly COULD," she says. "But then you'd be a martyr. And, I suppose, if you insist, I will..." She holds her blade out towards her son. "But the boy dies and you leave here bearing the bastard child of Lamasthu in your womb if you choose that route. Is it really worth it?~"
[01:34] <Narrator> "Mother, it's okay..." the boy says, as his mother stares from the Mad Jackal to her son, to the wolf which pinned her down, uncertainty written across her face. "I'll be a Martyr, Iomedae will welcome me with open arms... and I'll be with Loran, too..."
[01:34] <Narrator> His voice turns to steel. "Don't worry about me. Just kill her."
[01:35] <Sersheon> "Too bad it  isn't your choice to make, littel boy~" She grins, licking her lips and cackling at the cleric. "What will it be, then? Will you spill his seed to save me spilling his life?~"
[01:38] <Narrator> "I..." the Cleric stares at the Mad Jackal's sadistic smile.
[01:39] <Narrator> "I..." the Cleric stares at her son's smile, so weary for the world.
[01:39] <Sersheon> It doesn't drop or waver; the blade held out towards the boy, the wolf atop the cleric. "Tick, tock, little believer~ What's worth more... your pride or his life?~"
[01:44] <Narrator> "It's not pride, you dumb bitch," the young man says, struggling to chuckle against the pain of his wound. "It's free will... we each have our choices, no matter where we are."
[01:45] <Sersheon> "Do we?" She asks with another cackle. "Not everyone has choice. There are higher powers involved... well, lower in this case~ Not everyone has choice in how they live, in how they are born... I don't have to offer you this choice at all. But it amuses me, so I am~"
[01:47] <Narrator> "Stop... don't antagonize her..." the Cleric says, her face in her hands and tears streaming down to the floor. "I-I'll... do it."
[01:49] <Sersheon> The Mad Jackal laughs. "Good girl, no one else needs die, then~" She murmurs, licking her lips. The Mad Wolf moves away a bit to let her stand. "Both of you, then. Strip. You, woman, lay on the altar. Then let nature run it's course~"
[01:52] <Narrator> "Can't exactly strip... when your sword is pressed up on my throat like that..." the young man grumbles, trying and failing to pull his tunic over his head.
[01:52] <Sersheon> She withdraws it. "Mm, sorry, I was just getting excited. You're right, though, I should bring out my other sword." She laughs a bit, moving over to a pew to lounge on it for a good view, sliding her leather pants down to reveal a nicely-sized cock hanging between her legs. "Ah, it's good to let it breathe~"
[01:56] <Narrator> The young man pulls his slashed tunic over his head in an easy, practiced motion, the garment sticking a little from the blood and his wound. He lets it hang in his hands for a moment, as if contemplating something. Then, the decision made, he throws it at the Mad Jackal, and makes a break for the temple door.
[01:57] <Narrator> He doesn't look behind himself at all, completely missing the fact that his throw completely, and utterly, missed its target.
[01:58] <Sersheon> She clicks her teeth in annoyance and gestures--The Mad Wolf leaps after to tackle him to the ground.
[02:00] <Narrator> "Stop!" the Cleric cries at her son. "Lacall, don't fight her, it's not worth it. Please, just do what she wants."
[02:01] <Sersheon> The wolf tackles the boy to the ground and growls in his ear. "YOu should listen to your elders, boy~" The Mad Jackal says with a laugh. "Now come back here or I'll just kill you both."
[02:02] <Sersheon> If it seems like he will, The Mad Wolf will get out of his way.
[02:08] <Narrator> As the Mad Wolf pulls her son to the ground, the Cleric fears the worst, babbling as she crawls towards the... she doesn't know if she should call the psychopath a man or a woman anymore. She comes in close and kisses top of the mad Jackal's feet. "Please, don't kill him, you don't need to do this, do you? He'll just be there, with your wolf ensuring his cooperation and not ripping his throat out, and I'll be here providing all the entertainment you need, I promise!"
[02:11] <Sersheon> She laughs a bit. "Is that so, hmm? Well, well... I do like it when they beg." She leans back with a sigh. "I suppose if HE won't take responsibility though, then fine, I shall be the one to fill your womb tonight.. and everything else you have. And then I will leave you with a blessing~" SHe strokes her turgid member a bit, laughing softly. "I do love good people."
[02:11] <Sersheon> "They make the most delicious prey~"
[02:13] <Narrator> Without a care in the world for modesty anymore, the Cleric rips open the top of her cassock, letting her generous breasts spill out into view, so round and motherly, with only the slightest sag of age to tell she was older than thirty. She crawl's up Mad Jackal's legs until the Cleric's face is level with the murderess' crotch, her breath heavy and hot as she lays a light kiss on the tip.
[02:14] <Narrator> Her eyes almost light up as the Mad Jackal's words reach her ears. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou. Please, use me as you see fit, just don't hurt my boy..."
[02:15] <Sersheon> She moans softly, leaning back lazily as her cock twitches in anticipation. "You'll both live, yes, yes. I'm much more interested in seeing life brought into the world than taking it, believe it or not--my goddess is a Mother, after all." She cackles a bit. "Mmm... not bad lips. Let's see if you have skill to go with your age~"
[02:20] <Narrator> "R-Right, of course..." the Cleric pauses, taking a deep breath. With an almost mad gleam in her eye, she lowers her head until her tongue can just barely lap at the base of the Mad Jackal's cock, the length of it running up her face and covering one eye.
[02:21] <Sersheon> She groans, working her hip a bit as the cleric works. "Mmm.. not bad... though, don't just lick it, woman. Worship it. Treat it like it's the only thing that matters right now... because in a way, it is~ Maybe I'll change my mind if I'm not happy after all... Lamashtu's madness might strike me~"
[02:25] <Narrator> Then she begins, slowly working her way up the shaft until her deft tongue has tasted every inch of the Mad Jackal's member, leaving it glistening and slick while her mouth suckles the head. With another deep breath, she opens her mouth as wide as she can and, for a brief instant, she's swallowed it all to the base. Only for an instant though, coming up quickly to breath again.
[02:27] <Narrator> She settles for bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm, her tongue struggling to swirl around the cock she's sucking, her eyes looking up worried, but with a glimmer of hope that her efforts might be sating her captor's lust.
[02:28] <Sersheon> She groans and puts her hands on the woman's head to push her down furthur. "COme on, it's not really a blowjob if you aren't gagging at least a little bit~ Let me see you struggle, let me feel you strain... this is just hte start, after all~"
[02:31] <Narrator> The Cleric complies, because what choice does she have? She comes back up for air for just a second, before letting the Mad Jackal's hands force her down until the cock is lodged in her throat. Spittle flows out from the corner of her mouth as she struggles to repress her gag reflex, and when she's finally allowed to come up breath, it's only for a second until the hands slam her back down to the base again, and again, and again.
[02:34] <Sersheon> She moans, leaning back softly and letting her work... but after a few minutes, she pulls the girl's hair to make her stop. "Hands and knees, now, ass in the air," she growls. "We're going to plough these fields~"
[02:38] <Narrator> Trembling now, but almost glad to breathe freely again, the Cleric lets the cock pop out of her mouth, barely registering the Mad Jackal's words. With a moment of hesitation, she turns around, obediently dropping her hands to the ground and raising her plump ass into the air, a silent prayer to whatever god would listen that the Mad Jackal doesn't see the faint glistening of excitement leaking from her nethers.
[02:40] <Sersheon> She leans in and laughs. "Oh, you're enjoying this~" She murmurs, wriggling a bit and casting off her top, to let her own breasts bounce free. She slides behind the woman and puts the tip of her cock at her pussy. "How long's it been? Did you have a husband, or just a lover? Is he dead or alive today?~"
[02:43] <Narrator> "Loran's with his father now..." the Cleric breathes, struggling to keep herself from grinding against the hot, thick thing waiting to pierce her through. "Been celibate... for ten years now. Too long, if a rapist's dick can excite me as much as it does~"
[02:44] <Narrator> The cleric clamps her hands over her mouth in horror. She... she didn't mean to say that so... playfully. This isn't a game, she shouldn't be enjoying this at all...
[02:46] <Sersheon> The Mad Jackal laughs. "I heard that... you like this. You're a slut at heart, aren't you?~" She says... and thrusts, deep and hard. "Just a dirty... mmf, slut, waiting to be... let out~ To be...  bred like a beast~ I suppose it's only fair... if i take one, I should give more back~"
[02:53] <Narrator> "Nooooooo~" the Cleric moans into her hands, not even bothering to hide the fact that her hips are pushing back into the Mad Jackal's long, hard thrusts. "No, I'm not a slut. If, ahn~ I were such a slut, I'd ask you to take me... ah~n the altar... while wearing the Angel Knight's face... so you could show all the world... ah... how dominant Lamashtu is over Iomedae~... but I'd never ask you to fuck me like that, and like hell would I enjoy it, you filthy rapist~"
[02:55] <Sersheon> "It sounds like you would~" She sing-songs, laughing. "But that is a WONDERFUL idea. I think I know what round two is to be~" She says, pounding away with a moan. "I was planning to leave you tied to it anyway, that'll just get you in position easier~"
[02:58] <Narrator> Lacall cannot help but look on in horror as his mother slowly degrades into a wanton whore with every thrust the Mad Jackal takes. "Witch..." he croaks, struggling in futility against the Mad Wolf, who has pinned him down. "Cease your foul sorcery! Let my mother go..."
[03:00] <Sersheon> "Mm... no~ Not until I've given you a replacement sibling or a litter~" She says with a laugh, pounding away and moaning. She smacks the woman's ass and grins. "Bark, bitch! Bark like a dog! Show your son just what you're willing to do for his life!"
[03:05] <Narrator> "Arf! Arf, arf!" The slap to her ass, her degradation, the sword of Damocles perched over her by the threat to her only remaining son's life, it all comes crashing down. The Cleric's eyes roll up and her tongue lolls out of her mouth. Her pussy clenches tight around the Mad Jackal's cock, before spasming in a hot, wet release. She's left panting, barely able to bark again, even as the Mad Jackal keeps thrusting "Ruff... ruff..."
[03:07] <Sersheon> "Mmmf, yes~ That's right, you bitch, bark like the dog you are~" She moans, thrusting hard and fast, panting, leaning down to bite at her neck and shoulders... she keeps it up, slamming harder--until she hilts into the woman and cums, hot, white seed flooding into her womb!
[03:09] <Narrator> ((Gonna have to cut off here for tonight, sadly. Gotta get some sleep, lol))
[03:09] <Sersheon> ((Hah, that's fine. We can finish it later, we got two weeks. :P))
[03:10] <Narrator> ((Sounds good to me. I also... sorta need to rewrite a few things, as this is a bit of a wrench in events))
[03:12] <Sersheon> ((Whoops!))
[03:12] <Narrator> ((Also, if you remember the equation for knocking someone up, feel free to gmroll that))
[03:13] <Sersheon> ((I don't off the top of my head, want me to dig for it or?))
[03:14] <Narrator> ((I think it's 1d100+25+5*Con modifier, beat 75.))
[03:15] <Sersheon> ((Mmk. Both party's con mods or just the donor's?))
[03:16] <Narrator> ((Both. So, another +5 atop your own.))
[03:17] <Sersheon> ((Aww, so close))
[03:17] <Sersheon> ((... Wait, I can apply the hunter thing))
[03:18] <Sersheon> ((Animal Focus for +2 con. Would you allow that to make it a success?))
[03:18] <Narrator> ((Yeah, sure. Roll again to see how many kids, same modifiers IIRC))
[03:19] <Sersheon> ((51's a single IIRC?))
[03:19] <Narrator> ((Yep. But hey, still put a bun in her oven, so that'll be a thing))
[03:19] <Sersheon> ((Yep! Yay!))
[03:20] <Sersheon> ((If we don't get around to finishing it, btw, for whatever reaso, the plan is to put a third eye mark on the silver knight's mask and leave the bitch tied to the altar and the boy just tied up, and let the dead one lay where  he fell. Someone else can clean it up.))
[03:21] <Narrator> ((Alright, I'll make note of that. Sounds good.))