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The Ravager of the World (Lord DreamCrusher x Evendur)

"I don't know how anyone could underestimate you, Master. One look at you before and I knew I didn't have a chance." Cael replied, those red pupiled black eyes looking up at him with a fervent devotion. They manage to find a nice cave to bed down in, that has no other residents, and are able to have another meal and rest. "Are you sure you don't want me to go first Master? I can see in the dark." Cael offers as they ate, though, he didn't fight the centaur on it. He took his armor off and let his body be wrapped in chains like a sleeping bag, moaning erotically as the metal pierced his flesh all over.

The night was thankfully peaceful, and the two were able to wake up refreshed and ready to start their next day of travel and adventure.
 
"Good to know, however I can see in darkness as well. Sleep first, you'll take the second watch." The other, long-term, benefit of taking first watch was that he could enjoy the calm of night and wind down a bit before getting his rest. Today had been a busy and eventful one and he had much to think about and ponder. Thankfully the night passed without incident, Cael took his watch and Ul-Ruk bedded down to sleep and recover his energy for the new day to come.

A quick breakfast was had with another small campfire, best to use the meat he had carved up before it went sour, and from there they could set out once more. "Keep your eyes open for any signs of civilization. Roads, signs, and so on. We don't know the areas to the north and should take every opportunity to learn more about the area as we go from the locals. Though, you'll need to be less open about your infernal nature around others if we hope to interact with them. Most people don't trust me at a glance so they certainly won't speak with a chain-bound half-devil or whatever you said you were."
 
Cael needed, or wanted to be hit to be woken up, having conveniently rolled only his back with no chains covering his ass. He groaned in pain as Ul-Ruk woke him up and he redressed in his armor, amusing himself by playing solitaire or trying to use the Large sized greatsword that the fire giant had left behind. The latter activity went about as well as you might expect that to go, several cleaving swings through the ground nearby evidence of his practice. He decided not to tell Ul-Ruk about testing the sword's sharpness when he accidentally cut his left arm off, and sheepishly held it up to reattach it.

"Yes Master, I'll keep my eyes out. Though, I'm not too worried about people liking me. People have always liked me. Often times that was to get in my pants, but, those weren't too bad either." He replied helpfully as the pair moved out. About an hour later, the pair noticed a road sign at a crossing of paths. It indicated that if they were going north on this road, they would reach a place called Wren's Run
 
Ul-Ruk tried to wake Cael up at first but, noting that the male wasn't responding, he skipped the foreplay and went straight to stabbing the anumus with his harpoon straight up the exposed ass before withdrawing the weapon. "Get up and take your watch you little pain slut." Thankfully Cael did and there were no incidents over the night, even if they needed to rest a lot longer than normal and didn't get moving until the late morning. Though, as they started to pack up and head out, Ul-Ruk paused at the sight of Cael trying to drag the ridiculously large sword or, at least, ridiculously large compared to the femboy's body size. "You can't possibly swing that around with any sort of accuracy or force. I could but that's not really my kind of weapon. Leave it behind, it'll just slow you down."

Once that was settled they were back on the move. "You'd be surprised how meek and skittish lesser races can be." He replied to Cael's comments but left the conversation at that as they came across a dirt path and a sign. "We'll turn and visit this Wren's Run place. If nothing else might be able to learn of the surrounding territory. Maybe find a job, maybe sell some of the equipment we took from the other centauri. I don't know the details of that creature we skinned but I have a feeling that the hide and plating are valuable."
 
"Fine...I guess you're right." He said with a sigh, looking longingly at the large piece of sharpened metal for a moment before moving on.

Arriving at Wren's Run, it is a fairly small border town. They have mundane supplies and food, but nothing that Ul-Ruk would feel is worth bartering the hide for, and it did not seem that no one there had the money to outright buy it. The local tavern was stocked with excellent ale, as the centaur would find out. His little femboy sweet-talked the barkeep into giving his Master a free sample of the best liquor they had, on the logic that if he liked it, he would buy enough to fill 2 centaur sized waterskins. Coins twinkled in the man's eyes as he poured Ul-Ruk a drink in a glass so clean he could see the people across the room in the reflection it gave. The equine male paid the 70 gp to fill Ul-Ruk's waterskins with the stuff, and as he was filling, them, the barkeep started chatting.

"You two must be pretty successful adventuerers to be drink Fire Whiskey all day long." He commented with a chuckle. "Would you perhaps be interested in a job?" He asks, as he caps off one, and starts on the other.
 
The small town didn't surprise him on being lacking for trade. It wasn't a problem either because his pit could carry an immense amount of stuff inside, just would be nice to get the money so he could put the materials behind him. Still the people didn't seem too put off by their appearances to do business, as evident by Cael charming the bartender for a free sample of alcohol. Ul-Ruk took the glass, certainly small in his hand, and downed it in a single go. The alcohol content was strong and he felt the burn in his throat all the way down, it was not bad by any means and an excellent way to get drunk but perhaps not his favorite kind of drink in the end. He nodded with a little shrug, allowing Cael to spend his money and handing over his waterskins to be filled.

Ul-Ruk was naturally less charming than his femboy slave was so the centaur shrugged at the opportunity. "I suppose you could say that." He responded to the comment of being successful, though he didn't feel like he had accomplished much even if his individual prowess was beyond everything he'd encountered. "Depends on the job. What are you looking for assistance with?"
 
"I'm surprised you haven't heard of Thellan's Keep. You must be from pretty far south if you haven't." The balding male says with a chuckle. "It's about a days ride from here. It used to be right on the border, many many years ago. But, as the kingdom took over more land, it was abandoned for a new one several days further north. Nowadays, it's been overrun by Demons and other folk that worship the destroyer god. We think it's only a matter of time before they start moving south on us. The town likely doesn't have enough money for a pair of gentlemen that can drop coin like you do, but, plenty of adventurers have went up there in the past, there's likely a horde of treasure up there at this point. I can offer you 100gp each, and well, if you wanted it, you could probably take ownership of the keep. Nobody owns it anymore." The bartender finishes explaining, as he sets down the second waterskin and a money pouch with the offered gold in it.
 
He raised a skeptical eyebrow at the mention of a keep overrun by demons and the idea that two people would get sent to clean it out. "I'm a capable warrior but you've been sending small groups to take on an entire fortification? Sounds more like suicide than opportunity. I'm curious in checking it out but I'll make no promises." Hit and run strikes were more the centauri way, more how he'd been trained growing up, though he leaned less towards that than most of his kind. Nevertheless he was confident in himself, perhaps even cocky, but he wasn't an idiot with an intention to get himself killed. "Tell me how to find it. Also, I'd appreciate if you could tell me the general layout of other villages or towns in the area. We aren't from this area as you suggest."
 
The bartender nodded and provided what information he had on the location of the Keep, as well, as he knew the location of Iwamorin, the large port city where he gets his alcohol from. It is described as the largest city in the country, so the best place to unload the money he'd make from scouring this keep.

An uneventful day of travel finds them approaching a decrepit keep. There are some foundations surrounding the main building that were once other structures, but have been lost to time.

As they approach and enter the courtyard, they hear a female scream. It's a blonde elf woman trapped in some stocks, with a red, slimy demon raping with with gusto. "Help! He's burning away my insides!" She cries out, hoping someone hears her. As Cael and Ul-Ruk approach, he nuts inside her and she screams loudly before she dies from it. As he body slumps down, both can see her acid burned midsection, and a thigh gap that goes all the way to her breasts.

"Mmmah...more interlopers?! Lord Rovagug is so kind!" He cackles as a fight breaks out.

Initiative. The demon has partial cover from the stocks.

Demon Initiative = 18

Cael Initiative = 15
 
Finding the keep wasn't difficult but the first sight was something wonderful as a demon violently raped a woman to death, the sight making Ul-Ruk's loins tingle with arousal. "Uhhh, burning seed. Mmm... wouldn't that be an amazing way to kill?" He said to Cael beside him in moderate tone, not really trying to hide his words but not shouting them either. Then it pulled away and they could see the signs of acidity rather than fire and he shrugged. "Acid, not that much different. I'd still probably enjoy being able to do that." More ideas for future dark magics, temporary transformations and terrible abilities to inflict harm and death swirled in his mind to the point that he was barely paying attention to the roar of the beast charging forward.

Initiative: [1d20+3]=3+3=6
 
"You...you smell like a devil! You uptight bastard! I'll rape and kill you first!" The red skinned demon said as he charged Cael, attacking him with his claws, coming in wide enough that the centaur would have to move to be in melee.

Claw #2 hits = 24
Damage = 8

Cael grunts as one claw hits, but it doesn't compare to blows from his Master. "Hehehe, don't promise me a good time that you can't deliver, slut." He replies back, really wishing he had a giant sword right now, but settling for his spiked cestus instead. Unfortunately, he barely scratches the male's skin. The demon's acid bubbles on the weapon, but thanks to it being metal, it doesn't get eaten through.

Cael heals 3
Cael hits = 28, does not confirm
Cestus Damage = 5
6 Damage to demon, 2 to Cael
 
Ul-Ruk really wasn't worried about Cael taking injury considering, very few things could hope to truly hurt the boy in any lethal fashion after all. The unrestrained chaos of the words given by the creature were reminiscent of his own rage, though the centaur liked to believe that he could reign himself in to some extent. "Raping and killing can be wonderful, though life without a code is pointless."

To make his point Ul-Ruk decided to stay in control of his mind for the moment, not going into his rage unless it became necessary. After all, this was just the first encounter at this place and there was no telling what would show up deeper in. So he shifted around behind the demon and thrust his harpoon forward towards it's back.

Move into flanking
Standard Attack with Harpoon (Power Attack): [1d20+12]=18+12=30
Damage: [2d6+20]=8+20=28

You'll have to tell me the acid effects because his weapon might get damaged. The tip is adamantine but the shaft is wood by default. I'd make the whole thing out of metal if allowed but I'm not sure what your willingness is on that angle.
 
Ul-Ruk's harpoon is immediately more of a threat than Cael, and the demon turns to the centuar who just admonished him. "Ah, so you're as much of a bastard as your faggy bottom is!" It cried out, switching his focus to the centaur. It attacks with claws and bite, all missing.

"Master tortures me for fun, and I think he kinda likes me, I can't wait to see what he does to you." Cael said as he swung again, connecting again, this time with a more solid hit as his weapon hurts the both of them, though the demon much more this time.

Eh, It's Adamantine, you're fine.

Cael Heals 3 HP
Cael Attack = 22
Cestus Damage = 8
11 Damage to Demon, 3 damage to Cael
 
He chuckled, not really impressed with the flurry of inaccurate strikes that he dodged with ease. "Bastard is hardly an insult, more of a compliment in my opinion. It would be like calling you a killer or a rapist. Such things are obvious if not sources of pleasure and pride." Acting more like a casual conversation than a battle, Ul-Ruk continued to thrust with his spear but this time added in a few kicks with his hooves as he didn't really register that the acidity of the creature could prove harmful to him.

Harpoon 1: [1d20+14]=10+14=24
Damage: [2d6+20]=7+20=27

Harpoon 2: [1d20+9]=11+9=20
Damage: [2d6+20]=8+20=28

Hoof 1: [1d20+8]=3+8=11

Hoof 2: [1d20+8]=12+8=20
Damage: [1d6+10]=3+10=13

He is wearing metal horseshoes but those don't cover the whole foot so he might take acid damage on the contact in that regard. Not sure how the ability is worded or what you want to judge in that regard.

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AC is 24 since he's not raging. Forgot to mention.
 
Sadly, Ul-Ruk's doesn't get a chance to continue the conversation with the Demon about titles and lineage, as his harpoons and hoof stomp quickly end the thing's life, even with it resisting the fire damage from those horseshoes. Ul-Ruk's leg does get a bit of acid damage, but soon it's Cael's problem and the Centaur is fully healed, and they are able to rest a moment for Cael to heal.
 
As the creature collapsed in death, Ul-Ruk shook his hoof off from the lingering acid but that quickly transferred over to Cael who got to savor the stinging sensation before he healed it away. "If the rest of the things in this place are like this then we've little to worry about, though I doubt that will be the case. Still, I want to have a look at the woman and check out the place a bit further. We can always pull back if the place ends up being too crowded."

With that said, he pushed inward towards the pillory with the intent to examine the corpse of the girl. Lacking much empathy for others, he didn't feel much disgust or care for death and violence. Indeed he enjoyed causing harm to others in many fashions so there was a morbid curiosity to see how the acid had eaten the woman away from the inside. That said, he didn't intend to hang around long before moving to the main building. As a centaur he didn't much know the definitions of human structures but this 'keep' was smaller than he thought, not that that bothered him really. "Must be pathetic adventurers if they can't clear out a place like this. Course, most races are pathetic and weak because of their lack of conviction and understanding of the natural world." Shaking his head he led on towards the entryway, staying alert all the while and keeping his harpoon ready in hand.
 
"Not with the way your might tears through everything Master!" Cael agreed. "If they all worship the God of Destruction, then, it's a good thing we're here to stop them. Can't rule over anything if it's all been destroyed!"

Opening the door, you enter a room that is empty save a a couple doors and a couple notable things. Someone has scrawled "I'd rather be at the Knave's Axe" in dwarvish runes on the east wall, and a charred club lies in the north-west corner of the room.
 
He nodded his understanding even if he did not know this destroyer god. His desires to dominate and control did seem at odds with a group intent of the destruction of everything. Not that he couldn't appreciate such violence in moderation but moderation was not something they practiced if the demon was any indication. He couldn't understand the scribbles on the wall but the sight of a charred weapon was interesting. "Let's see what you have to tell me." He mumbled to himself quietly as he approached and leaned down to take a better look.

Perception: [1d20+14]=1+14=15

Lmao, natural 1. It's a black stick.
 
Ul-Ruk examines the blackened stick, and can tell that this weapon is in fact, a burned piece of wood.

"Should we go east, or south, Master?" Cael asks, as he watches the two doorways for attackers.

The door to the south looks more sturdy, and also seems to be stuck at an odd angle.

You'll need a Str check to break open the South door.
 
He shrugged at the charred wood and turned to look at the two doors. There was little use being stealthy in all honesty, might as well go for the path less traveled. Especially if the door was jammed to the point that others couldn't use it. "South." To which he moved towards the door and reared up before crashing down with his front hooves in an attempt to batter it open or down.

Strength: [1d20+6]=18+6=24
 
Ul-Ruk's hooves barely break the door down, but, they do succeed nonetheless. Moving into the room, the pair finds two large, greenish tentacled monsters.

The loud noise has started them, and their tentacles start flailing, as they look for the source of the noise.

Initiative!

Cael = 22

Monsters = 20
 
Ul-Ruk was expecting an unoccupied room, not one with monsters within it. That simple fact caught him off guard and he was slow to react to the clear and present danger that had been alerted.

Initiative: [1d20+3]=5+3=8
 
Cael sees his Master react to there being something in the room, and he darts in the room in a protective manner, and sees two tentacle monsters. He pauses and gives out a nervous laughter, and touches his master's chest, empowering his strength again to help the pair battle these large monsters.

The first creature attempts to bite the femboy kyton, looking hungry, however, the nimble and nubile male manages to dodge its jaws with a slight backwards jump. As he's landing the other one lashes out with a tentacle, and Cael narrowly avoids it by stopping his descent by doing a small splits against the door frame until the tentacle retracted.

Cael casts Bull's Strength. All attacks missed.
 
Shaking his head at Cael's eccentric means of dodging, Ul-Ruk eyed the doorway and the beasts on the other side with some concern. He could squeeze through doors made for humans easily enough with a bit of effort but trying to do so during combat was another thing entirely. "Step back and let them come through if they are so eager. I can't push myself through that door and you in this case."

Moves back from the door.
Readies action to throw if the creature starts to squeeze through the doorway.
 
Cael blinked, as his protector, the one he expected to charge into combat and save him was backing away from a challenge, leaving the androgynous male as the closest thing to the gross monsters. He sighs and runs to the far end of the room. "Got it Masterrrrrr!" He calls out, as he gallops down past the two monsters, expecting to get smucked. However, their bite and tentacle somehow miss that phat ass by a mile some how.

Once free and clear, he casts Shield of Faith on himself, as he prepared for more attacks.

One Otyugh goes after the small interloper, putting his body in view of the doorway. It gets to Cael, but it's bite attack misses. The other one approaches and tries a tentacle attack, but misses as well.
 
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