Namerquest

[X] Give the captured Dryad the title "Careless Blabbermouth"
- [X] Ask the Nymphs and Sylphs to create a ring for you, then name it "Ring of Dryad Mastery"
-- [X] Proceed with questioning.

[X] Stay here for now. This place has been more hospitable then the majority of the world to you. We will do our best to get along with our friends. Maybe we can found our own Kingdom in this area?


A kiss from Ellie, the inside of his mouth still filled with the gooey white which you painted it with, lingers in languid lucidity. Slowly you and your lovers work the lustful thoughts from your systems with unrestricted eagerness. The twins had staked claim upon your cock since Ellie's last meal and were exercising their airy nature upon it in subtle sweet sweeps of their talented tongues.

It had been days since you'd settled in, fucking around with the three who'd laid claim to your butt and while it had been satisfying in ways you'd only ever suspected before... it was becoming somewhat boring a thing to fill the days with. Thus by the fifth day of playtime and the occasional naming of things at random... in your defense they those flowers totally looked like vaginas... really... you are getting bored as possible with said acts of fucking around.

Of course that didn't stop you from burying yourself in between the tight folds of the twins every chance you got... or getting all kinds of blown... but eventually you'd decided that it was time to get back to being productive.

And you had an idea of just what you wanted do. The remaining Dryad.

Calmly you approached it with your new ring ‘Dryad Master’. The enchantment was raw and imprecise but it would at least allow you to master aspects of Dryad culture and language which would otherwise elude you. And while you hoped that it would give you full mastery over dryads, you’d found that nothing would ever be just that simple... but at the very least it would focus the awe and respect of Dryads towards its wearer... though you were wary of wearing it for too long least you find yourself craving to become codependent with a willow...

Still you visit the creature, its body bound in iron-wood, in some places held by spikes piercing it into place; for while your companion’s apparently took no joy in such inflictions... they also were not ones to risk themselves for the sake of ‘kindness’.

"So the conqueror finally comes." her tone is wooden with hint of anger. "I'd wondered what manner of magic had so overcome my sisters. Wondered and wondered while the smell of their bodies drifted in with the smoke. What is your name, you who would interrupt our harvest? Tell it to me, and I may simply kill you rather than cut your pathetic arms from your body and use you as a cock warmer."

Ok... more anger than you'd bargained for... but you had a plan for dealing with her. "Why should I give something so precious as my name to a 'Careless Blabbermouth' like you?" You speak and the world hears, the entitlement shifting the very nature of its target.

"Because you oozing pussy wart, I am 'FuckingOminousLoneMahogonyFromBeforeTheForest' of the warrior breed, I want everything from you... I want you in my service impaled on my cock and making me supreme amoung my sisters... I want your backside until you can't walk anymore... and then I want to take your pathetic... fuck." Her eyes opened wide as she realized mid-rant just what had been done. “Fuck... a magi...”

"Thank you very much... now you belong to me.” You spoke with saccharine sweetness, as honeyed venom dripped from your voice. “I think that’s everything I needed from you creature.”

Till now you hadn’t realizes that howls of anguish could be quite so pleasant.


But while you are pleased with the results of your little exercise you can still feel that restless energy coursing though you... and even practically naming the place up into a veritable fortress over the course of the week would do little for your peace of mind... after all was it not one of the major reasons you stabbed that asshole you called a master in the back, because of his holding you back from seeing the world and making your mark?

With all the certainty of a dead man you decide... it’s time to kick the roost and get back on the road.

You could hit the Grand Highway and go looking for far off towns... no place no matter how far was more than a day’s travel away on the grand-highway. The towns of Laundamire, Valiant, Overguard, Shamilon, and Ubervard were all networked into the Grand Highway... and despite being massively spread across the country-side... the 5 towns were considered a single great city thanks to the wonder of the Highway.

On the other hand Dragon Mount was a promising bit of trouble, there was always interesting treasures and names to be had out in that place.

The Blasted Swamp and Bloody Stupid lay back where you’d come from... if you were so inclined to deal with greater wonders of ‘nature’… and the high of human mismanagement of intellect.

On the other hand, the Collegium of Magic still beckoned with possible wonders...





You are restless and ready to leave…
[] Where do you go next?

Take your companions with you on the road?
[] (What do you ask/tell them? They may need to be convinced one way or another.)

You named a few piece of equipment in the last few days...
[] (You may make 5 named pieces of equipment which you think will serve you on your way.)