Curse of the Red Cheeks (invite only)

[Spunny]

"Oh hell no!" Mouse is quick to react- his body tenses and he leaps up at the sylph, hands outstretched to grab it, to drag it down and pin it underneath him where he can give it a good set of smacks himself. Even the best of men will become demoralized once they see their comrades over another's knee, and Mouse was glad to see that sylphs were no different. "You're not escape after all the trouble you've caused me!"

[Hiran]

Orazi was only emboldened as the first one went down. Though, he had to hold back a chuckle at Tambourin's 'assistance'. While he continued his punishment a little longer, he was soon focused entirely on breaking the other sylph. After all, he had a few things in mind once all the sylph's were ready to accept their punishment. Attacking random travelers wasn't okay, and he had a few ideas on how to make sure this group never did so again.

But for now, he just brought his glove down repeatedly on the sylph's already red ass. "Now, you get all my attention," he warned the sylph. He let out a belly laugh. "I wonder, is your pride worth dealing with that?"

[Manicorn]

Zarden growls, eager to show their foes the penalty for riling his anger. "Playthings, are we? You mis-use the storm's fury if you turn it to such vain ends." He goes to take hold of his sylph's wrist and twist it aside, while bringing his own hand down in sharp swats that should soon turn those blue buttocks red.

[hax25849]

As the flurry of sting's pelted the Sylph a euphoric wave of emotion grew over Orfo. It was seething and passionate as well as malicious, it was pure and raw red hot anger. This wave seemingly came from no where but the connection's became apparent to Orfo as they linked up in his mind.

"We were going to have a nice meal," Orfo thought, "Why didn't my spices work?! NOW, I gotta find MORE!!!" Orfo's head became a battleground of thought each being more explosive than the last until he looked at the Sylph with his teeth bared. The Sylph's nervous grin met Orfo's vexed scowl and Orfo grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and over turned him onto his knee, the root's keeping him in place now falling uselessly to the harsh floor.

Orfo raised his palm for only a second and crashed it down against the creature's ass haphazardly making his previous punishment look like nothing more than a massage of kinky lovers. "YOUR GONNA HELP ME FIND THOSE NOW JACKASS!!!" Orfo's voice rang only paralleled to the slaps. The creature's plea's had now grown swift and feverous, attempting (and failing) to get them in before the next spank further turning his ass into the shade of a rose, "PLEASE!! I'M SOR- RRAAGHH!!" once again, falling on death ears.

[Eurus]

Mouse grabs the sylph before it can react, and for a moment everything seems perfect. Then the ground drops out under him as the sylph's wings somehow lift both of them right into the sky! With a disorienting rush, Mouse finds himself a good thirty feet up in the air, only the hold on the sylph's blue arm keeping him from a nasty fall. Wind buffets him from all sides, and the sylph laughs.

"You push your luck, mortal!"

There's a tremendous flash of light, a crash, and a momentary searing heat as a bolt of lightning crashes down on them both... Mouse's clothes fall away in cinders, leaving him dangling butt naked in midair.

From inside, everyone hears the tremendous crash of a nearby bolt of lightning. Those looking out the door might even see the midair silhouette of the sylph and rogue... but those focusing on the butts in front of them have more important tasks. Zarden's sylph, although getting a late start, is beginning to curse and squirm frantically, bouncing from one foot to the other in an embarrassing dance. Tambourin's smaller hand, meanwhile, smacks down on the rump of the bawling sylph that Orazi just finished punishing, letting him feel the warmth of the helpless fae's bare reddish-purple cheeks! Orazi's metal glove continues to have profound effect on the butts of the naughty sylphs, drawing shocked squeaks and then yelps of pain and remorse.

"Aaugh! Y-you brute! We were just playing with you! That's too haaaard!"

The distinct sound of sniffling, punished faeries is starting to become the dominant sound in the shrine, along with the steady smack of hands and paddles on butts of course.

[Hiran]

"Just playing?" Orazi punctuated the question with a resounding slap. "Do you know how much lightning hurts us? This spanking isn't even close."

Though, with the sylph's finally starting to learn their place, Orazi now had time to remember his surroundings. Starting with the person he'd just reminded himself of. He grabbed the one intact pair of briefs between the two sylph's, pulled it off completely and balled it up. "Hey lion-boy! You'd probably look pretty good in these!" he called, tossing the briefs Zarden's way.

Though as he looked around, one more thing occurred to him. "Are we still down two?" he asked as resumed the punishment. "Do either of you know anything about that?"

[hax25849]

Slaps and wails again permeated the room as the Sylph began to buck and turn, trying desperately to escape his captor in any means necessary no matter how undignified, but in a single fluid motion Orfo grabs him by his make shift garments and throws him in the air before grabbing the creature during is descent by his sides and hips in the pit of his arm so now the Sylph dangled helplessly, only being held up by Orfo.

A bead of sweat rolled past the hot blush of the Sylph's face and several more down his asscheeks that were radiating an even stronger heat and were now proudly on display to everyone in the room. Orfo, now in a much more mobile position could survey the area now as he punished the midnight intruder thoroughly and completely, as his anger began to lower and his slaps became more controlled. "Wait? where did the rat go," Orfo stated blankly between huffs?

[Eurus]

Unfortunately, the answer to Orazi's question comes with a thump outside, as Mouse is finally shaken off of the sylph's leg and lands in the doorway to the shrine. Although he's not seriously hurt by the fall, he's definitely going to be sore, and he's both naked and soaking wet.

As the rest of the sylphs continue moaning and wailing for mercy, an aura of strange blue light is starting to spread over the damp stones of the shrine -- and the mostly naked bodies of the sylphs. Before anyone can decide if it's worth getting alarmed over, a flash of light and an overwhelming roar of sound overwhelms you all, as a pillar of lightning explodes through the shrine's ceiling. It's impossible to move, or even remain conscious, but in your haze you might see the red-bottomed sylphs sprint away rubbing tears from their eyes, and hear an impossibly loud, distant voice growling.

"My own children, beaten by mortals? What an embarrassment... back home, the lot of you, before I spank you myself!"

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Eventually, a glimmer of sunlight wakes you. The shrine is... damaged, to put it lightly. The very stones are cracked and scorched, and half of the roof seems to have been completely shattered in. Orazi, Orfo, Killian and Tambourin's clothes are rather ashy, but more or less intact. Mouse and Zarden, of course, are still naked, although a few of those leather briefs are still laying around.

There's no sign of Hringe, although his pack still sits lonely on the ground. And of the two naked members of your number, a strange mark can be seen on each of their left buttcheeks: it looks like a rune made from three curved lines, in crisp black like a fresh tattoo, and maybe as large as a human's palm. It certainly wasn't there yesterday, and it's a little bit sore and tender, but otherwise seems harmless.

[Manicorn]

Zarden is the first to wake with the sun's light. He blinks, then slowly rises with a groan. The shrine looks decimated, and he wonders if it will even still function after this. The wrath of the storm itself... or perhaps the God of Storms? There were many such elementals in the spirit realm. They'd been lucky to get through unscathed.

Well, relatively unscathed. He sniffs as he looks down at the discarded briefs left by the sylphs. He does not need his leonin senses to know he'd rather not wear those. It is no matter. He can craft a loincloth from the nearby foliage when he has a few spare moments, a cloak from the canopy. In the meantime he will simply exist as nature intended him, bare and true. It would not be the first instance he spent time in that way; it had been a common practice among his druidic circle.

He spends a few moments checking to make sure they're in no further danger from wild creatures, but can find nothing. By that time he hears others awakening. He does spot the mark upon Mouse's backside, but pays it no mind. He assumes it's a simple tattoo the thief sports. He certainly has no idea there's a matching mark upon his own supple, well-formed buttock.

[Hiran]

"Well, that was fun."

Orazi's voice chimed out from behind Zarden. The orc had hopped to his feet as soon as he was awake, grabbed his bag and walked over toward the lion-man. In fact, he looked less veshemeled now than when he'd entered, despite the fight. "Though are foes were a bit underbaked. Unlike you," Orazi playfully slapped Zarden's ass as he walked by. "I'm guessing I'm running late though. I should probably head out now."

He headed toward the door, only noticing the matching tattoo as he stepped over the thief. "You two gonna be heading out together?"