Letter from a dark elf enchanter to his sister back home

[torogdil]

To my dearest sister Theadora, etc. Give my love to etc., etc.

Sorry for the delay, Thea — it’s been a big week. To answer your questions, no I still haven’t learnt Clarity and yes there’s more to Breeze than just the placebo effect.

I’m writing to you from the Stonebrunt Mountains, but just two days ago I was hunting birdmen on the Plains of Karana. I say hunting, but they live in a treetop town and don’t stray far, so the challenge is more in not falling off. They don’t see the need for handrails, and I always forget to buy batwings. Am always caught without levitate at the least convenient times.

A few things of note re. my time w/ the birdmen:

1. They do seem to be exclusively male, and to exclusively have rippling and bulging abdominal muscles. They all wear tight red shorts.
2. I met a fat little gnome magician who insisted I try some of their flesh roasted. He summoned a variety of herbs and spices (would not disclose which!) and the combination was just as good as he advertised. Tempted to take a breeding pair home to Neriak, except see point 1 re. mysterious exclusive maleness.
3. Nearby Lake Rathetear has exquisite sunrises and sunsets. Made me wish I could paint, or that you were there to do so.

Have you decided what you’re going to study, by the way? The longer I journey the more I realise the world needs Clerics more than anything. Seems mum was right about one thing at least! I’ve always thought you’d make a good Rogue though. Sneaking, backstabbing, stealing, etc.

Speaking of sneaking, I took the boat from (idiotically racist) Qeynos to (murderously bigoted) Erudin using a combination of invisibility and making myself look like a Wood Elf. You wouldn’t believe how much more humans smile at you when you look like a Wood Elf. The world outside Nektulos Forest is a sick, sad one. Anyway, tense boat ride for me. The Erudites give me the creeps, especially their guards (or “Sentinels” — hah.) But I did manage to find some new illusions in their Great Library. I can make myself look like a skeleton now. Another trick for the parlour!

Yes, I’m aware we don’t have a parlour or even a sitting room. Speaking of which, you wouldn’t believe how spoiled some of the people I met in Unrest are. Imagine having a Grandmaster Wizard and a fancy-who-knows-what Druid for your parents. The high elves are particularly bad for this. They thought I was joking when I told them dad is a teller at the Neriak bank.

On another note, I do feel a sort of kinship with gnome women. Perhaps because they remind me of my little sister Theadora?

I’ve been in a bit of a foul mood. Died at Bird City more times than I’m willing to admit to, so progress towards getting us a place with a parlour has been slow. Getting through the kobold’s tunnels and up into the mountains was a bit dicey too — I never knew when my invisibility was going to run out, or which creatures in there would take the chance to attack me. There are these awful grinning little bat things which seem to love casting spells, and I fell through a hidden trapdoor into a entire den of them.

The kobolds have a king with his own throne room down there, but when I went to take a look all I saw was a very dangerous-looking Iksar standing over an empty throne, silently swishing his tail. I tried to make him jump by sneaking behind him invisibly and saying ‘Hail, Iksar!’ but he pretended not to notice me. Or maybe he was in some sort of murderous trance. Iksar still a mystery to me.

These mountains are pretty. Falling snowflakes and blessed solitude. It’s the first time all week I haven’t felt the desperate need to cast Breeze on myself.

Thinking of you cheers me up too, of course, dearest Theadora.

Lots of love, your brother Kaz.

P.S. Send your reply to Qeynos, I’m sure I’ll be back there soon and for all their faults the humans do run a good postal service.

P.P.S. I’m thinking of exploring Najena next, so a visit home may be on the cards! Just need to figure out how to explain my excesses in Crushbone to the Neriak guards. If you have any ideas please let me know.

P.P.S. Don’t tell mum about Najena or in fact about anything in this letter. She worries too much already.

[Jimjam]

There is a clerk in the Great Library of Neriak who is more than a little inclined to indulge in a tipple. Neriak Red preferably. He runs a register of deeds.

Ply him with a little vino and he is liable to spill ink that may obscure records of your misdeeds and maybe embellish your better actions a little in the foot notes. Both guard organisations of Neriak and the merchants guild pay heed to his documentation, so could get you back in to the good books of the Dreadguard, so to speak.

[Tunabros]

delete this cringe shit asap

this is like nexii type stuff without the furries

[Jimjam]

delete this cringe shit asap

this is like nexii type stuff without the furries

Imagine playing a roleplaying game without ever even flirting with role play :o

Edit: Like seriously, its an mmorpg. If you can't handle players roleplaying you are so literally in the wrong game.

[torogdil]

Dear Thea,

I’ll keep this brief. Barmaid has noticed my empty mug and is attempting eye contact w/ increasing force.

I glimpsed the abyss today and glanced off its rim.

I was collecting Goblin Ears in Highkeep’s basement (dangerous) when I realised I was still bound to a spot a whole continent away in Odus. In a rush, with a group waiting on me, I ran upstairs and bound myself in a safe spot with lots of friendly guards. Friendly to wood elves. Illusions don’t persist across deaths.

I died to a goblin, and then died to a guard, and died to a guard, and so on. My attempts to flee in different directions left a radial pattern of my own corpses. Seventeen timelines smeared together and made visible.

Every time one dies one grows feebler. I saw myself there forever and always — incapable, dull witted, but somehow never numb to the feeling of those bronze swords.

In that moment of clarity, on the border between life and death, I was outside everything, watching on. But how? From where?

Anyway, turns out I was making a lot of noise throughout all this and an Iksar monk came and murdered the guards.

Not a single fellow adventurer was interested in hearing of my experience or pondering my questions about the nature of souls. I’m beginning to think I need to seek out a shaman, which I’ve only ever done before in order to run faster.

Your favourite brother,

Kaczynskii

P.S. Barmaid more like Barmatron

[Iron Chob]

Solid effort Kaz, I like it :)

[Absinthium]

To my dearest sister Theadora, etc. Give my love to etc., etc.

Sorry for the delay, Thea — it’s been a big week. To answer your questions, no I still haven’t learnt Clarity and yes there’s more to Breeze than just the placebo effect.

I’m writing to you from the Stonebrunt Mountains, but just two days ago I was hunting birdmen on the Plains of Karana. I say hunting, but they live in a treetop town and don’t stray far, so the challenge is more in not falling off. They don’t see the need for handrails, and I always forget to buy batwings. Am always caught without levitate at the least convenient times.

A few things of note re. my time w/ the birdmen:

1. They do seem to be exclusively male, and to exclusively have rippling and bulging abdominal muscles. They all wear tight red shorts.
2. I met a fat little gnome magician who insisted I try some of their flesh roasted. He summoned a variety of herbs and spices (would not disclose which!) and the combination was just as good as he advertised. Tempted to take a breeding pair home to Neriak, except see point 1 re. mysterious exclusive maleness.
3. Nearby Lake Rathetear has exquisite sunrises and sunsets. Made me wish I could paint, or that you were there to do so.

Have you decided what you’re going to study, by the way? The longer I journey the more I realise the world needs Clerics more than anything. Seems mum was right about one thing at least! I’ve always thought you’d make a good Rogue though. Sneaking, backstabbing, stealing, etc.

Speaking of sneaking, I took the boat from (idiotically racist) Qeynos to (murderously bigoted) Erudin using a combination of invisibility and making myself look like a Wood Elf. You wouldn’t believe how much more humans smile at you when you look like a Wood Elf. The world outside Nektulos Forest is a sick, sad one. Anyway, tense boat ride for me. The Erudites give me the creeps, especially their guards (or “Sentinels” — hah.) But I did manage to find some new illusions in their Great Library. I can make myself look like a skeleton now. Another trick for the parlour!

Yes, I’m aware we don’t have a parlour or even a sitting room. Speaking of which, you wouldn’t believe how spoiled some of the people I met in Unrest are. Imagine having a Grandmaster Wizard and a fancy-who-knows-what Druid for your parents. The high elves are particularly bad for this. They thought I was joking when I told them dad is a teller at the Neriak bank.

On another note, I do feel a sort of kinship with gnome women. Perhaps because they remind me of my little sister Theadora?

I’ve been in a bit of a foul mood. Died at Bird City more times than I’m willing to admit to, so progress towards getting us a place with a parlour has been slow. Getting through the kobold’s tunnels and up into the mountains was a bit dicey too — I never knew when my invisibility was going to run out, or which creatures in there would take the chance to attack me. There are these awful grinning little bat things which seem to love casting spells, and I fell through a hidden trapdoor into a entire den of them.

The kobolds have a king with his own throne room down there, but when I went to take a look all I saw was a very dangerous-looking Iksar standing over an empty throne, silently swishing his tail. I tried to make him jump by sneaking behind him invisibly and saying ‘Hail, Iksar!’ but he pretended not to notice me. Or maybe he was in some sort of murderous trance. Iksar still a mystery to me.

These mountains are pretty. Falling snowflakes and blessed solitude. It’s the first time all week I haven’t felt the desperate need to cast Breeze on myself.

Thinking of you cheers me up too, of course, dearest Theadora.

Lots of love, your brother Kaz.

P.S. Send your reply to Qeynos, I’m sure I’ll be back there soon and for all their faults the humans do run a good postal service.

P.P.S. I’m thinking of exploring Najena next, so a visit home may be on the cards! Just need to figure out how to explain my excesses in Crushbone to the Neriak guards. If you have any ideas please let me know.

P.P.S. Don’t tell mum about Najena or in fact about anything in this letter. She worries too much already.

This was an interesting read, and I am always interested in roleplaying endeavors, but the tone sounds so out of place for the Teir'dal, who literally extol the virtues of unbridled hate.

[Toxigen]

The Ninth Circle

Nexii rematerialized on the edge of a frozen lake far under the Temple of Treachery. She was on the frozen surface of the Cocytus, the final river at the center of GM Hell. She had read in her studies that the river was once an oasis sanctuary for the Tier'Dal when they first arrived in the Underdark. But the Cocytus had been cold and hardened aeons ago from powerful GM and Developer magic. It was rumored that the staff had conscripted ice dragons to warp this serene place into a prison for the most wretched of souls.

"Welcome little cleric...to true Hell..." a distant draconic voice rang in Nexii's mind.

"It's...so...fucking...cold..." Nexii whispered to herself. She thought she knew what cold was from Velious. But this place was far colder than any she had visited. Breathing in the frigid air pained her elven lungs; she could only manage shallow gasps. She wanted to cry upon not seeing a zone out pad. She asked herself why hadn't she listened to Sirken? And why didn't he follow her? Perhaps he knew how extremely foolish she had been. "Just a stupid girl...fucking around and...hedonistic..." She staggered, and fell to her knees. Everything hurt and yet...she still felt the Hate in her despite being so far from home. She could still feel Innoruuk's divine powers within her being and this pushed her to continue on.

"No...I won't go down alone like this! I'll find the way out. Every zone has a way." She got herself back up to her feet with renewed determination. She found it difficult to walk with the ground being sleek ice. This place was eerily silent aside from that telepathic voice in her mind. But she knew that more sinners were out there. With trembling fingers she got out her Pegasus cloak to levitate above the slippery surface.

"Surrender...as those here have. You know their crime. That which is worse than giving your soul to another?" The voice rang in Nexii's mind once more. She tried to shake it off. She didn't want to think about anything but escaping...but yet...the message left her with a sense of dark curiosity. She made her way around a massive stalagmite of ice to see the first soul of the Ninth Circle.

"<Aftermath> sucks. So many players yet so incompetent as a whole. Finally a Massive Heartwood Thorn drops here and I can't get it..." Jumbasa looked up at her with frozen, soulless eyes. As if he knew her but was so consumed with pixel lust that he couldn't say her name. There was no warm shoulder massage as a greeting this time. He was fixated on pulling the immersed dagger out of the ice, but it was a futile quest. The Tunare dagger was stuck in deep and it wasn't going to come out any time soon.

"What? Spent all your Retoxx bucks too soon?" Nexii said, coughing from the cold as soon as she'd taunted him. She knew it was bad karma to do so. There was a force, one beyond GMs and players that even she didn't comprehend. "I...I'm sorry. I can release you from this, if you wish." She raised her flail at his affirmative nod, but stopped short. "No...I just can't do it." With a defeated sigh, she continued on. "Perhaps I underestimated you. Is that pity for the Immersed I saw? Some other emotion than raw hate?" The eerie voice derided her decision.

"Vith'os!" she cursed, using the Tier'Dal words for 'fuck you' which came more naturally to her. "I'll...wait, what is that?"

A icy eye of Zomm was floating above the frozen lake. The eye was moving very slowly as the owner was focused on performing more important tasks than scouting the depths.

"Eye of Sedyt...scanning. Scanning Neriak Library. Scanning Cecily post #4209. Scanning Cecily post #4210. Updating <Aftermath> DKP. Scanning Nexii post #249... post #250. Erotica...anomalies...detected..."

"Shit. He's gonna find me here where I shouldn't be and screw me over with a conspiracy theory. Find my location here soon like Floppin. I need to just...hide...don't reply...don't yell for help..." She found it very tempting to let the eye see her, but the fear of losing all her Retoxx bucks prevented her from giving up. She had to resist the temptation. She dashed to an alcove at the side of the lake. Here she saw two souls, half-frozen into the ice. One was a Half-elf and the other was a Troll.

"Hraasshna...will...pop...someday. The voice tells me so..." The Half-elf Nexii recognized as Detoxx. He was in a bad state, completely unaware that Nexii had sauntered up next to him. He was fantasizing about having his very own Sceptres of Destruction, swinging
each in turn with what little energy he could muster against the cold. His eyes seemed to light up as he imagined the Anarchy procs.

"No...Ventani first! My alt DPS monk will have that Shroud! <Aftermath> is the most dominant guild... we'll crush them so easily and get it..." Uyan murmured. Even when Nexii waved her hand in front of his eyes it did not phase him in the slightest. All he saw was the Shroud in Reticulated's chest inventory slot. Nexii felt like telling both the war between <Rampage> and <Forsaken> was long over and no one cared about warder loot. Though that was easy for her to feel as none of the warder loot was usable by herself.

"Yes, little cleric. Don't say you haven't ever felt that lure. The lure to obtain best in slot pixels at any cost. Come my child, and gaze upon my true form." Nexii was snapped out of her trance by the voice. The voice seemed closer and more intense now. She considered that perhaps her resolve was weakening. She had seen so many of her friends succumb to their very own desires to end up with infinite self-loathing and rage. It was anathema to how she had been trained: only to hate others and never herself.

"Fine. As you ask." Nexii whispered as she continued along the river. She could sense the direction of the voice. And after going a little further, she saw it - the entity which was the Avatar of Immersion. It was a three-headed undead Vulak`Aerr which chewed on the half-ice-immersed bodies of the three most tortured souls known to the server. The left head chomped on Unicity, the effigy of autism. Not a single joke would be understood by this sinner. The right head, Floppin, the effigy of elitism. No skillful play-action would be good enough for this soul. The center head chomped on Bellringer, the effigy of hypocrisy. Mercy was wasted on this one, as Tempest had so quickly gone back to their old ways of lawyerquesting and extortion.

"Ugh...gross." The priestess saw a pile of blood around where the three were being chewed. And yet they each seemed oblivious to the pain they should have been in.

"FTE...FTE...FTE..." The trio chanted in unison.

"POP!" The voice echoed. Nexii felt the desire to bolt just on hearing it, despite being way too uninterested to ever race before. But she wondered, how would they race when frozen in place?

Her question was soon answered as they each reached down between their legs and stroked their cocks furiously. At first she thought it was some ritual to get back body warmth, but then it dawned on her. Only after Floppin, Bellringer, then Unicity came in turn did she figure it out.

"First to Ejaculate. Cute." Nexii sputtered. The cum mixed in with the blood and guts. It was a rather grotesque scene. She had no doubt that this sick race would be done in perpetuity. And this in turn reminded her how sick FTE racing was.

She looked up at the damned trio and each one was smiling at her. The thought that each enjoyed the twisted race was more twisted than she could process.

"No...enough...I give in..." She begged, falling down to her knees, whimpering in a pathetic way that she'd only ever made Sirken do for her. The cold lure of full immersion had claimed her. Her eyes were icy and cold just like the sinners in the clear reflection of the lake.

"It's...all...over..." She gasped before she blacked out.


(im not the author)

[Kurtanius21]

I read your second post. I must admit the whole dying many times over does break the verisimilitude of the role play. What kind of letter to a dear sister would include leaving your own multiple corpses around the land?

[Cecily]

Serious question, do you think involving non-consenting people in your publicly posted erotica crosses a line that's kinda rapey, Nexii?

[Toxigen]

An Orgy of Blood and Pleasure

Exmo's Pleasure Palace

The trio had spent the early part of the evening dancing, mingling, and drinking together. All of the revelling was to great excess. Not a single expense had been spared at Exmo's gathering. The best of the best bards had been hired to play the music, the most reknowned socialites had been invited, and the finest wines had been provided. It was far beyond the female cleric's expectations. The sense of envy she would normally feel was drowned out by the sheer entertainment and extravagance of the Pleasure Palace.

"Come, let's relax in the hot tub." Exmo took Nexii by the hand, escorting her and Sirken down to the basement level.

"So you boys do this often?" Nexii inquired as she stripped down. Upon doing so, she saw that they already had undressed ahead of her.

"Amongst other sinful deeds." Sirken replied. "But don't tell the players I spend most of my time fucking around."

Nexii simply shrugged. She figured she was really no better in this regard. Dark elves were a naturally promiscuous race, and she was no exception to the stereotype. The only difference as of late was one of opportunity, for her guildmates did not seem to lust for her. Whether it was because they were more interested in pixels than sex, or that they were intimidated by her was hard to say. She considered which it might be while she put her Kael armor away.

"I'll have the servants provide for us." Exmo proclaimed. Before Nexii could even get in the tub, Exmo and Sirken were submerged to the neck in the hot water. She could tell through the water's clarity that they were groping one another under the surface. Both had a primal look in their eyes. A primal look of desire. Watching them get closer, and more aroused, Nexii felt that she did not want to lose out on this experience. She'd lost enough of her own experience from the plethora of screwups and wipes lately. The thought of having to group with mere casuals to get her bar back revulsed her. For the moment, she put away this thought by jumping in with the most elite the server had to offer.

"Mmm, what's on the menu tonight?" Sirken asked. He looked around, but only fleetingly.

"It's a surprise." Exmo said. "Slave girl!" He shouted, calling a young wood elf girl over. The poor thing was trembling in fear, a mess of long golden hair and shaking. She had no clothes on, and it was apparent to Nexii that she hadn't even been trained for her assigned role yet. She looked more afraid than a first time member of a pull team, fearful of a ban for accidental training or kiting.

"Who is she and what's her deal?" Nexii whispered to Sirken.

"Oh, this druid had a name but it violated the naming policy." Sirken casually explained. "And she wanted to be a dark elf, so I said maybe I'd give her a Guise of the Deceiver
someday if she learns our ways. We give out one like every two years, so she can have some hope."

The priestess beckoned the wood elf girl over. Nexii prayed to her god to grant the Calm spell. Magic purple energies flowed out of the cleric's hands, which soothed the fearful elf for a good three minutes. The power of Innoruuk pacified the once-nature loving girl, washing away her fear with a sense of disdain. The slave felt a vague feeling of hatred for her sorry state of Fier'Dal being. She would do better, if only to show she was worthy of her heart's true desire - to be a Tier'Dal like her captors. With renewed zeal, she sauntered off and returned with a metal bucket.

"Close your eyes, Nexii." Exmo suggested. She did so with a sigh, as her body was yet adjusting to the warmth of the hot tub. "Now open your mouth." She nodded, trusting him though expecting the worst. Something round and squishy was then popped inside. "Chew it slowly and only then swallow." She was met with a rich and decadent taste which gave her relief.

"Mmm, damn that's good." It took her a moment to figure out just what she had eaten. "Halfling eyes, right?" A hand massaging her shoulders affirmatively gave her the confirmation she was correct. "These aren't like the ones from Nektulos Forest." She complimented, then opened her mouth for a second eye.

"Indeed. Only the best from the Vale. Rivervale Vanguard brand, I'm told."

"They're so moist and juicy. So much flavor." Nexii exclaimed between bites. It was Sirken feeding her the oral pleasures now, though she didn't know that they had exchanged places as her eyes were still closed.

"Inno! You're so tense Nexii. It feels like some halfling rogue has been giving you cheap, quick massages. Here, allow me to do it properly. It needs a cleric's touch," Exmo said, as he then worked his dexterous fingers deeper into her muscle tissue. She shivered, but the shivers relented as the tub's heat diffused the coldness of his magic.

"So I guess they are good for something. Halflings I mean," Nexii said as she savored several more eyes, licking the slime off Sirken's fingers between each one. "I do wonder if they slaughter the things or let them live blind?" She said, curiously, but with little response. By now, it felt like her entire body was melting away in pleasure. The food and the physical touch were both loosening all the pent up rage she had for her compatriots. However she felt that was missing. Something decadently evil and over the top to put her into a more sexual mood. She didn't consider herself the sort of girl that would typically go for threesomes, though she'd make an exception for Exmo.

"Slave girl! It's time. You may bring in the keg." Exmo commanded.

"A-are you sure that's a good idea Sir?" The blonde wood elf timidly asked, apparently knowing what had been stored within it.

"Of course, it's a special occasion and these are very special guests. Quickly, now." The male cleric insisted.

The keg was brought out and popped open by the former druidess. Nexii's curiosity got the better of her and she had to take a look.

"Ewwwww...." she said, seeing that the keg was full to the top with blood.

"Not ordinary blood, my dear. It's Halfling blood syrup, sweetened and sanitized." Exmo's grin turned wider and towards Sirken. Seeing both their reactions to the mixture was more than worth the cost to him. He gave the wood elf a knowing nod to continue.

"I did hear that bathing in this can keep one youthful." Sirken remarked, just as the slave poured the entire keg into the hot tub. The water turned from crystal clear to a bright red shade.

"Mmm...well it does taste good." Nexii said as she dipped her finger in and licked it. "I could get used to being a Blood Countess of sorts..." she purred, her eyes flickering as she thought of all the suffering that must have been endured to provide her this pleasure.

"Let me see for myself." Sirken replied, slathering her chest and face with a handful of blood syrup. He began to lick it off of her face, smiling at the decadence of the situation. His tongue arched lower, down her neck as she turned, acquiesing to his desires for her flesh. By the time her neck was cleaned, she had put away her initial hesitations. She grabbed his head gently by the ears, and guided his face down to her syrup-covered breasts. All the while, Exmo was working on her shoulders, her back, her ribs. To be desired by two males at once was more than she'd bargained for. As if it was some sort of universal female fantasy trope.

"Mmm. So fucking amazing." She required a moment to recollect her senses before pushing things further. "You two make out with each other, I want to watch for a bit." She grinned, snapping her fingers at the wood elf slave. Another eyeball was handded to her, and she greedily popped it into her ravenous mouth. She grinned, showing her lust for both of them. A lust that could only be surpassed by Detoxx and Uyan's lust for unobtainable warder loot. "This sure beats Pornhub."

[Toxigen]

Maiden’s Fancy

Maiden’s Fancy, Red Server

“I thought they were going to meet us here?” Nexii looked across the table at Melissa. The lavender bunny was giving her funny looks. The kind of looks that made Nexii suspicious that she was listening in on her thoughts and feelings. The cleric’s White Dragonscale Boots tapped on the floor, implying a sense of impatience.

“Yea, not surprised. They never came by Enhasa for months to fuck me. And there’s been so many petitions lately.” Melissa replied with a toothy smile. She stroked her long ears to show that she did hear many things.

Nexii looked a bit upset. “I was hoping to, you know. Get to know Galach and Blistig. Especially after Galach suspended the hardcores for three weeks, and that time Blistig saved me from being bind camped.” Many of her hopes were deflated. Clearly the new order of GMs was not that interested in what she had to offer.

“I know what you’re thinking. You wish I could enjoy the pain and hatred you desire to inflict.” Melissa looked a bit forlorn too as she ordered a glass of Neriak Red. As the Avatar of Love, she was in many ways the opposite of the priestess she had become attached to.

“You shouldn’t have that. You aren’t a good drunk.” Nexii warned. She knew Melissa didn’t have a good alcohol tolerance skill. “I’m more upset at the state of things.” She grabbed the rabbit’s drink from across the table and gulped it down. “You have Riot who is honorable but self-righteous, petitioning every minor infraction. Whereas FRAG is determined but dishonorable, refusing to concede even the most blatant infractions like tracker FTE. And don’t even get me started on the draft, giving pixels away to the weak is just sickening.”

“I thought you didn’t care about guilds.” Melissa ears wavered at the empty wine glass. “You should be happy. Inter-player hate has never been greater. Riot and FRAG hate each other more than any two guilds ever have. You have officers teetering at the brink of immersion insanity.” It was funny to hear such words from an effigy of love. But she knew was she was doing – subtly manipulating her abbil (trusted) to become more aroused.

“I don’t care about guilds, and that is all true. But just look at this place. It’s a dump, it’s falling apart. There’s no law and order anymore. Player killers from Perdition could come in right now and force us out.” Nexii waved a half-drunken hand clad in Vulak armor around the room.

“Cleric-enchanter is the most overpowered duo. We would beat them easy!” Melissa’s eyes shone bright blue, full of idealism.

“You don’t PvP much do you sweet?” Nexii doubted that Melissa knew of the bowquest meta, or that she had ever harmed anyone for that matter. It just wasn’t what she had been made to do.

Melissa wasn’t about to continue arguing as she was better and slyer than that. Her hand paw pushed a second wine glass across the table and then traced across the dark elf’s notebook. “It’s supposed to be Nexii’s Erotic Adventures. Not Nexii’s Blabbing and Pixel-Lusting Adventures.”

“I’m just not inspired lately. Say what you will about Sirken, but he made the TOV trains run on time.” Nexii twirled her long white hair around her finger. “Maybe you can inspire me? Funny isn’t it, a Cleric of Hate looking to her antithesis for help, the Avatar of Love.”

“Love isn’t the opposite of Hate. Apathy is.” Melissa had an emotional intellect far beyond her young years. “None of this would be playing out if Detoxx wasn’t acting like a jilted lover with Arcler. If they were merely apathetic.”

“I must admit it’s hot in a sadistic kind of way. Maybe I’ll set up a secret rendezvous between them.” Hate romances were a common thing in dark elf culture. The Tier`Dal knew how to hate those closest to them the most. And Nexii had been through it herself. Many of her own consorts had abandoned her, to the point where she barely considered herself a Mistress. Now here she was with a quirky rabbit that was probably more dominant than herself.

“Enough talk. Let’s get a room! I’ll charm the innkeeper for a key.” Melissa implored, while holding back ideas about how to hook up Arcler and Detoxx. She was the Goddess of Love after all, and playing Cupid was one of her favorite activities.

“Nilbog nerfed that in the last patch.”

“Fine, I’ll give him a lap dance for it.”

“I’ll just pay.” Nexii just rolled her eyes, then secretly regretted her lawful tendencies. On second thought watching the rabbit give a lap dance would have been tantalizing foreplay.

Back Room #3

“Here, let me touch your skin with my ear.” Melissa didn’t wait for a reply from her bed mate. She pressed one of her big ears to the naked priestess’s chest. The priestess gritted her teeth, not wanting to let the rabbit know that her psychic manipulations were that effective in creating arousal.

“Hnnn… that’s almost a worse exploit than what’s been going on with Tunare.” Nexii tried to sound unhappy, but her flush face and erecting nipples told another story. Visions of delinked mobs danced through her mind while the waves caused her cheeks to turn from obsidian to pink.

“I heard on GM Island that both FRAG and Riot are about to get suspended again...” Melissa’s words were sweet like honey and caused a similar rushing high. “They just haven’t got around to announcing it yet.”

“Mmm.” Nexii felt a flicker of hope that somehow this was all Galach’s master plan to bring Sirken back. Visions of a new era played in Nexii’s mind and were clearly readable by the rabbit who smiled coyly in surprise. An era that would be even more oppressive with more Kafkaesque rules to confuse the many new players. After all the weak deserved to be under the strong, receiving just enough pixels to survive.

(“Lay down.”) Melissa spoke using her psychic voice. It was a subtle way of saying they’d had enough talk. It was time to fuck. She pushed the naked cleric on her back and casted Rapture on her! Once the priestess had a happy and dazed look on her face it was time to take her prize. Her soft tongue snaked into Nexii’s pussy and took a taste. And then a few more tastes. Soon she couldn’t help herself from licking more vigorously. The mesmerisation effects were known to wear off quickly, but she made good use of scarce time. By rubbing her fingers across the cleric’s G-spot she was able to make her quickly cum hard and drool on the pillow all at once.

Nexii laid there, wordless as she could swear that she heard the barking of Tashan in the distance. Something logical had to explain how she had failed to resist the enchantress's trickery other than wanting it on some deeper emotional level.

(“Now that was so much more delicious to me than a suspension.”) She knew Nexii would somehow get her back for being so forward. But she’d savor the moment for now as she straddled atop the awakening cleric with an innocent toothy smile.

[Toxigen]

barks

[Xer0]

delete this cringe shit asap

this is like nexii type stuff without the furries

lol are you literally trying to say someone else's actions are cringe-inducing while rocking an anime/manga avatar on the messageboard for your favorite emulated 30 year old online fantasy RPG? This can't be real.

[cadoipi]

Toxigen that is some Vulak- tier fanfic. I like your original work in the last two posts more than your first repost.

[Toxigen]

Toxigen that is some Vulak- tier fanfic. I like your original work in the last two posts more than your first repost.

its not mine. copypasta

[cadoipi]

its not mine. copypasta

Its ok to admit it is yours. It is really good, you should be proud.

[Toxigen]

id rather hang myself than be the author of that shit

[Cen]

my first EverQuest memory of my first character is when I made a dark elf warrior. I was greeted shortly after spawn by a female dark elf Necro who was dead man floating wearing a robe of enshroudnent.. but I only know that now by recollecting, what I saw them was a super powerful magic lady wearing a pitch black robe and her ass was levitating.

That was badass.

So is the TC story :D