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**Eurus** · December 29th, 2022, 04:00 PM

It's fortunate that Tambourin isn't afraid of heights, because the mail building is quite tall. Rather than going straight up into the sky, Razmanna starts to drift to one side once they're clear of the building, floating out over the large and crowded plaza. The familiar lifts Tambourin up with his furry hands under the gnome's armpits, turning him around so that he can study the glowing brand on his bottom.

"I see a visible glow, but still very little detectable power..."

Tambourin feels a tingle of magic over his backside as Razmanna covers the hole in his robe with an illusory patch. But there's a flare of heat and a faint smell of smoke anyway, as the mark burns a clear path to shine visibly out into the world. Razmanna hums thoughtfully and sits down cross-legged in midair, draping Tambourin face down over his lap and gently squeezing the gnome's branded buttcheek with one hand... not an unfamiliar position, nor even an especially uncomfortable one, considering the tiger demon's size and warmth.

"Interesting. It's certainly hot, but not enough to burn fabric. And even illusion magic covering the mark is quickly shredded. I believe I smelled a whiff of holy power when it burned through..."

With a crisp snap of his fingers, the butler makes Tambourin's robes vanish, leaving the gnome stark naked. Actually, if he concentrates, he can barely make out the weight of the fabric still on his body, even as he feels the cool breeze on his seemingly bare skin... Razmanna's magic is mostly illusions, but a powerful enough illusion can be almost real in its own right, and wearing totally undetectable robes isn't really much different from being naked!

One hand still resting on Tambourin's rear end, Razmanna drifts slowly away from the mail building and over the crowded plaza, putting more distance between him and the others. They're perhaps fifty feet above the ground now; far enough to be a nasty fall, but close enough that the gnome can quite clearly see the faces of the people gawking below. The mark on his bottom starts to itch, then prickle, then finally burn with real pain, but it takes longer than he might have expected from the group's earlier experimentation; it seems that the exact distances involved depend on the circumstance, to some degree.

December 29th, 2022, 04:00 PM	#301
Eurus Senior Member Eurus is offline Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 104	"Hfff... I have been looking for your brother for a week now. No trace of him at the arena. He is clearly hiding!" The minotaur scoffs, advancing a step smoothly on Orazi as the gladiator retreats. He shoots a withering sneer at Mouse, his eyes tracking the jingling bell on his collar. "Is that so, little kitten? Far be it from me to back down from a challenge... After I spank your owner, perhaps I'll take you to serve me instead." He turns a fiery glare to Orazi and pokes him in the chest with one thick finger, hard enough to send most men stumbling back. Orazi's long experience in the arena lets him see the shift in the minotaur's posture -- he's probably about to try to shove you off balance and drag you over his knee. The mail office's guards look like they're still trying to decide whether they really need to get involved with gladiator drama, or at least not be the first one into the fray. "My name is Basar, orc. Feel free to use it when you beg me for mercy. Maybe Wadi will hear your howling and be drawn out of hiding..." It's fortunate that Tambourin isn't afraid of heights, because the mail building is quite tall. Rather than going straight up into the sky, Razmanna starts to drift to one side once they're clear of the building, floating out over the large and crowded plaza. The familiar lifts Tambourin up with his furry hands under the gnome's armpits, turning him around so that he can study the glowing brand on his bottom. "I see a visible glow, but still very little detectable power..." Tambourin feels a tingle of magic over his backside as Razmanna covers the hole in his robe with an illusory patch. But there's a flare of heat and a faint smell of smoke anyway, as the mark burns a clear path to shine visibly out into the world. Razmanna hums thoughtfully and sits down cross-legged in midair, draping Tambourin face down over his lap and gently squeezing the gnome's branded buttcheek with one hand... not an unfamiliar position, nor even an especially uncomfortable one, considering the tiger demon's size and warmth. "Interesting. It's certainly hot, but not enough to burn fabric. And even illusion magic covering the mark is quickly shredded. I believe I smelled a whiff of holy power when it burned through..." With a crisp snap of his fingers, the butler makes Tambourin's robes vanish, leaving the gnome stark naked. Actually, if he concentrates, he can barely make out the weight of the fabric still on his body, even as he feels the cool breeze on his seemingly bare skin... Razmanna's magic is mostly illusions, but a powerful enough illusion can be almost real in its own right, and wearing totally undetectable robes isn't really much different from being naked! One hand still resting on Tambourin's rear end, Razmanna drifts slowly away from the mail building and over the crowded plaza, putting more distance between him and the others. They're perhaps fifty feet above the ground now; far enough to be a nasty fall, but close enough that the gnome can quite clearly see the faces of the people gawking below. The mark on his bottom starts to itch, then prickle, then finally burn with real pain, but it takes longer than he might have expected from the group's earlier experimentation; it seems that the exact distances involved depend on the circumstance, to some degree. "Eh..." Eugene scratches the back of his head noncommittally. "Fire god, elemental lord, whatever you call him. He didn't call it a curse... probably didn't even think of it as one, but yeah, that's about how it went. Spanked the living daylights out of me, he did, then made me thank him for the boon! I was so distracted by the fire in my ass that I didn't even realize what he'd done to me until his sons... courtiers... whatever, dropped me off outside town and I almost burned down a field! Gods willing, I hope I never meet that thing again." He sounds somewhere between bitter and amused, shaking his head ruefully. "But druids? Yeah, there's a few in Thornlash, a few miles outside the walls. Most people don't go that way because of all the dang lasher-trees, but they know better than to grab a guy who's on fire." Eugene sucks his lip thoughtfully, then shrugs. "I didn't see any of the druids this time, usually they're out talking to trees and brewing flowers into wine or jerking off under a waterfall or whatever, but I sure heard a lot of drums and chanting. Figured there must be some kind of holiday or ceremony going on, thought you might know." Last edited by Eurus; December 29th, 2022 at 04:15 PM.