Curse of the Red Cheeks (invite only)

[Zollith]

Tambourin looks very perplexed by Orazi's apparent reassurances and indifference to having his hand on the wizard's bare junk and rump, and taken aback by the fact he does not seem to know what a cane is: either people outside of his home and village have simply never heard of them, or his uncle's liberal caning of Tambourin's bottom for "immoral" behaviour was -not- the norm for after all...even thinking back on the half-orcs that spanked him two nights ago, they were not angry, instead light-heartedly enjoying his reactions and arousal...

Just as he begins to calm down a bit, he finds himself in freefall, and then upside down with the orc's impressive member right in front of him. With that sight, and his robe surrendering to gravity to further expose ghim, his face feels like it glows as fiercely as the mark branding one of the cheeks below Orazi's chin.

"A-are you about to test the theory of beating that luminescence out of my brand?" Tambourin gulps, simultaneously dreading the pain he may have to endure and experiencing a strange thrill from Orazi seemingly -wanting- to handle him so thoroughly, "...you may proceed if so, for information's sake...I need to purchase items in Posterium before returning to Master Tabor's residence, by the way..."

[Pseudosym]

Torian gives Zarden a once-over as he emerges from the brush. "My, how resourceful," says Torian. "If we have need to pass ourselves off as the local foliage, we shall be well-positioned indeed."

On a more serious note, Torian considers their plight. He's most commonly seen this sort of curse applied as a punitive measure--but if that's the case, what was the party's crime? They'd done little more than band together in self-defense in the hours leading up to the discovery of the tattoos. The whole thing is quite puzzling.

As Zarden and Orazi engage in the beginnings of an argument, Torian raises his eyebrows and steps back, ensuring a wide berth should things escalate.

He feels somewhat more inclined toward the orc's suggestion. A city means proper food and a hot bath--not to mention the opportunity to lighten any number of pockets.

A powerful druidic circle, on the other hand, might be able to remove the curse altogether. That could be worth the discomfort of a little more time on the road.

"How far are these druids of yours?" he asks Zarden. "I could stand another few days' of travel--I may not look it, but I'm hale enough." He flashes a toothy grin and strikes a pose as though to show off a bulging bicep. His arm is concealed within the substantial fabric of his jacket... but judging by the rest of his gangling frame, no one is likely to be fooled.

[Eurus]

Mouse almost goes unseen. He's picked his perch well, and he knows how to be quiet. He's just forgotten one thing...

...that being the red glow coming from his backside, which filters through the trees for Zarden to notice.

[hax25849]

As the opposition of which direction to travel in was being "handled", (verbally for now) Orfo had a more important task ahead of him. He raised his tail slightly almost animalistic as he lowered his nose towards the ground, not fully to his knee's but enough to be noticeable.

"Now I know I smelt something," he whispered trying to distinguish the smells from the other's. Fortunately it wasn't that hard sifting through the musk most of these men had, it also didn't help that the whole lot of them had never heard of this thing called underwear, but Orfo wasn't much better, After once again readjusting his kilt to hide his uh.. excitement Orfo finally found the trail of some grub in a nearby bush.

It was a treasure trove!! Orfo found a couple of hearty mushrooms a little damp from the rains as well as edible wild strawberries a whole mess of them followed by a couple of potatoes. As the argument grew behind Orfo's tail wagged happily and proudly! he also thought of a way to maybe solve that argument growing behind him, maybe a good meal could quell these two whos bickering was a starting to sound childish!

[Manicorn]

"Not far," Zarden told Torian. "A mere half-week by eagle's flight. Although..." And here he rubs his red-maned chin, as though the thought occurs to him for the first time. "...I suppose this group will be a bit slower than that."


At Orazi's misgivings, Zarden merely gives a snort. "A lynx which cannot fend for itself in the wild must needs by left behind by their pack mates. That is how I am accustomed to travel. But if you are so concerned, have no fear. I'm sure nature will provide." At that he gives a somewhat feral grin. "As we are about to see."


He suddenly transforms. His already toned and bulking biceps enlarge, his snout elongates, and his fur spreads and turns a different color. In Zarden's place now stands a large black bear. Not as big as Orfo perhaps, but still impressive in size. He puts his paws around the tree Mouse had slithered up and begins to shake, like it were full of apples. He may not be as big as Orfo, but he has more than enough strength to shake one naked human out of a tree.

[Hiran]

"A week!? We're less than a day's travel from the city. We should at least stop there for the night before heading south." But it seemed his words may have fallen upon deaf ears. Zarden's sudden distraction just made Orazi snort. His desire to head south sounded even worse the more he heard about it. But with him distracted, Orazi turned his attention back to more pressing matters.

"Let's see if this works!" Orazi exclaimed, bringing his arm back in the air, then down upon Tambourin's ass with a crack that echoed out across the field, matching the one Zarden had done against the poor, undeserving tree.

[Zollith]

 

Orazi: 5 (1+4) vs. Tambourin: 6 (9-3)

Tambourin hears Zarden shaking a tree, and from adjusting his head somehow catches the sight of Orazi's armoured hand through his balled-up position. The sound that reverberates on impact is the orc's gloved hand bouncing off of a reflexive magical shield conjured by Tambourin.

"Are you merely absent-minded or trying to pulverise my bones to dust?!!" Tambourin shrieks rapidly in a blind ball of rage, "I am already offering my assets on a pettable platter for this experiment, but I *refuse* to be struck be that monstrous article!!" Wildly side-eyeing Mouse from his awkward position, he tries to point accusingly that way adding, "I shall take my necessary *ungloved* beatings in due time, but if anyone deserves a beating with that thing first, it's the escape artist over there!" His words are somehow fully articulate and spoken frantically fast all at once.

[Hiran]

"What's wrong with my glove?" Orazi asked, confused. "I figure the harder I hit, the better to get rid of the rune, right?" Honestly, he was more than a little annoyed at having been interrupted.

But still, the gnome had a point. "Wait right here." Orazi ordered as he flipped Tambourin back rightside up and set him down. "I'll be right back." With a renewed grin, he dashed in for Mouse, hoping to grab him before he could recouperate from the fall.

[Zollith]

Tambourin has to calm himself down with a few deep breaths once the orc graciously sets the gnome down. Once he does, he sets aside his anxieties about potential injury even in a realm that circumvents death - he is always aware of being the smallest and physically unimpressive of the group by a wide margin - and goes up to Orfo, who has collected surprisingly fine ingredients for consuming.

"I could join you in preparing those for us while I distance myself from the commotion," The wizard suggests, "I can create a fire for cooking without consuming our resources, and would rather endure a rump-ruining after a good breakfast."

[Spunny]

Mouse tries to hang on as hard as he can, but the reality is that he's no match for the up-front brutal strength of a bear. The tree shakes, the branches waving, and the thief has no chance at all to stay hidden. With a yelp, he falls out.



Before he can even think of insults to hurl at the group ( and he has a lot), he finds himself being charged. Shit! Less then a day with this group, and he can officially state that it's the worst time of his life.



He tries to be quick, to quickly stand and dash out of the way.