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The Ravager of the World (Lord DreamCrusher x Evendur)

"I said step back!" Ul-Ruk shouted towards Cael as he shook his head. The plan was to draw the creatures into the room they were currently in, unfortunately Cael had already gone and disobeyed him by rushing further into the room through the doorway. "The whole fucking point was to make them have to squeeze through the doorway so we could attack them while they were vulnerable." He thought to himself while also trying to figure out how he'd actually be able to punish the smaller male for this deed later on. Without the threat of pain he'd have to be a lot more creative and cerebral in his vengeance.

Whatever had been running through Cael's brain, the tentacled creatures pounced on him as easy prey and Ul-Ruk didn't blame them for it. Honestly he should just let them chew on the anumus for a while, he wouldn't die from it after all and they'd get full bellies. Unfortunately that would be bliss for Cael so, ironically enough, saving him from the pain was the better act if he hoped to put the femboy in his place to any measurable extent.

With considerable effort and a lot of grunting, Ul-Ruk squeezed his wide frame through the doorway while explaining his thought process to Cael. "The idea was to...grrr...make them have to do this shit instead of me you...rrgghh...idiot. We'd...ggghrhh...attack while they were vulnerable but no you had to...grggrr...fuck everything up by disobeying my command!" Eventually he made it through to the other side but that was about all he could manage for the moment, getting ready to try and defend himself from the tentacles of the nearest creature before he could find a safe way to close the gap and strike back.

Squeezing costs him 50ft of movement and leaves him 10ft from the nearest creature.
He ends his turn without spending his standard action.
 
"Sorry Master! I misunderstood! I thought you wanted me out of the way so you could get through, so I came down here instead!" He apologized, as he tried to swing at one of the beasts, but failed.

Thanks to the spell the Anumus cast, the bite deflected off his magic ward, and he dodged one tentacle but not the other. It attempted to wrap around his leg, but the femboy slips the grasp before it can.

The other Otyugh wheels on Ul-Ruk and attacks with it's bite and two tentacles. It only manages to land the bite though, the tentacles not able to hit or ensnare the powerful male.

Tentacle hits due to nat 20 = 23
Damage = 7
CMB check to grapple (fail) = 15

Bite = 24
Damage = 8
Fort save please.
 
As expected, the nearby creature spun to engage him and, although Ul-Ruk was prepared, he couldn't avoid the gnashing teeth as they took a small chunk out of his left arm. "We'll deal with your punishment later!" Right now was not a good time to discuss such matters as he pushed forward through the reach of the tentacles and thrust his weapon towards the central portion of the beast he was now engaged with. Ul-Ruk was always looking for opportunities to lash out with a few kicks as well, though those were often afterthoughts compared to his primary weapon.

He takes 6 damage from the bite.

Fortitude save vs Disease: [1d20+11]=11+11=22

--

5ft step to get into melee range without provoking.

Harpoon 1 (Power Attack): [1d20+14]=16+14=30
Damage: [2d6+23]=6+23=29

Harpoon 2: [1d20+9]=11+9=20
Damage: [2d6+23]=4+23=27

Hoof 1: [1d20+8]=2+8=10

Hoof 2: [1d20+8]=4+8=12
 
Ul-Ruk's spear sunk into the Otyugh so easily and deeply with each blow you'd have thought that he was sticking it in pre-existing holes. But, such was the power of the alpha-centaur. The one large beast falls, as another battle quickly turns in their favor.

His master's wounds decrease as Cael's increase, and the smaller male once again fails to get in close enough to land a strike against his opponent. "Mmmh! I love that ability now!" He groans as he gets those masochistic tingles.

The remaining Otyugh tries to chow down on the femboy devil hybrid. They are at a standstill, as the nimble equine dodges the rest of his blows.
 
Ul-Ruk wasted no time after felling the first beast, instead moving to crash upon the back of the remaining enemy with righteous fury as he took advantage of its focus upon Cael to promptly skewer the think full of wide, bleeding holes. He even managed to connect with one of his hooves as the soft sizzle of flesh searing beneath the fever iron of his shoe brought a disgusting scent that was still oddly satisfying for the fact that it was pain inflicted upon another.

5ft step

Harpoon 1 (Power Attack): [1d20+14]=16+14=30 (+2 flanking)
Damage: [2d6+23]=7+23=30

Harpoon 2: [1d20+9]=14+9=23 (+2 flanking)
Damage: [2d6+23]=6+23=29

Hoof 1: [1d20+10]=18+10=28 (Flanking Included)
Damage: [1d6+11]=6+11=17 +1 Fire

Hoof 2: [1d20+10]=7+10=17
 
It was dead before the hoof hit, but it was a satisfying sizzle on another successful skirmish for the pair.

"Phew, excellent job Master! You adapted to my idiocy so well and skewered them so perfectly!" He said, gushing with praise for the larger, more powerful male. Cael was not at all trying to make him revel in his strength and victory and forget about that he had messed up, no not at all. The kyton approached to see if the other male was hurt, leaning against the wall to rest.

Perception Check please
 
As the second beast fell, adding insult to injury with the searing hoof, Cael was quick to try and turn the situation to his advantage or at least mitigate some of the harm his mistake had caused in the eyes of his master. Ul-Ruk was not so easily flattered however and he stared down the smaller male with disdain. "End your link. Your disobedience will be punished and, in light of the fact that pain is pleasure to you, your punishment will be the absence of such sensation from me for the remainder of this day. Your other magic will have to suffice for healing in this place, though for now I am fine."

Perception: [1d20+14]=18+14=32

Well damn, that's a good perception roll.
 
"Yes Master." Cael looked sad and nodded, as he broke the link between them, the invisible stand shattered into golden dust once severed.

Ul-Ruk notices that this keep so far, as been very well lit, the torches all seeming to be continual flames. however, one sconce is missing it's torch. it's too big to fit his harpoon inside, but, perhaps if he had a smaller, torch sized piece of wood?
 
Satisfied that the bond was broken for the time being, Ul-Ruk looked to the illumination upon the walls and could sense that the lights were magical in nature for the simple fact that they produced no heat nor scent of flame. "Go back into the last room and grab that burnt piece of wood. See what happens when you place it in that holder." He was not about to force himself through the doorway when he had a perfectly good slave to do it for him. Especially one that was smaller than him and wouldn't have any difficulty in the task.
 
Cael nodded, still sulking some as he sauntered back out there with that plump rump in that black bodysuit, and picked up the burnt stick Ul-Ruk had examined earlier. The male returned, and needed to jump and stab it down to reach it, his ass jiggling as it sunk into the sconce with an audible click. "Do sconces normally click like that?" Cael asked worriedly, as some gears could be heard moving as the opposite wall opened.

Inside was a heavy looking Iron Chest, with what looked to be a stout lock built in.
 
He didn't feel the need to answer once the wall opened and the chest revealed itself, it seemed self-evident that this was a special case. Noting the lock however meant that opening it wouldn't be a simple endeavor, he'd need time to brute force it open which was probably not the best idea inside an area potentially swarming with hostile forces. But, well, then he remembered the material that his harpoon was made out of and silently chastised himself for not thinking straight. "Shouldn't be difficult to open." As he said this he lined up the tip of his weapon towards the lock, judging the angle he'd need to strike without causing too much damage to any contents within hopefully.

Sunder check against the lock: [1d20+15]=1+15=16

Well that's just wonderful.
 
Usually, Ul-Ruk has no trouble getting the tip and shaft to penetrate whatever he's targeting, but right now appears to be the exception to the rule. Perhaps his mind is on other booty. Cael is surprised when the deadly harpoon finds no purchase.

"Let me have a look at it Master, I once dated a rogue who was...uhm...good with his hands. He once said there can be a trick to opening these things..." Cael said as he went over to have a look at it. "No, I don't see anything special with it...Try it again, Master!" He says encouragingly.

Perception = 18
 
Indeed the jiggle of Cael's fat ass did tempt him, though the anger at the boy's disobedience was far more likely the contributing factor in his inability to focus at this moment. UI-Ruk was a man that indeed believed in living by a code, in living by the reality of the natural world where order was established by strength of muscle and will. To break that, even by a simple mistake, resonated poorly in his mind. Nevertheless he allowed Cael to take a look only for that to prove fruitless. His botched attempt hadn't ruined the chest however so he could attempt once more with his harpoon easily enough.

Sunder: [1d20+15]=9+15=24

Derp:

Furthermore, if you take a full-round action to line up a shot, you get an automatic hit with a melee weapon and a +5 bonus on attack rolls with a ranged weapon.
Click to expand...

He does that because why wouldn't he?

Regardless, Damage: [2d6+23]=11+23=34
Adamantine bypasses 20 points of hardness of course.
 
Ul-Ruk's harpoon, thanks to the rare metal it was made of, cuts easily into the lock and opens the lid, the large box filled with many shiny treasures. With a loaded crossbow on top. That quickly isn't loaded anymore. The forearm sized arrow hits the centaur in the chest armor with a mighty thud!, denting the armor. Had he been a man of normal height, it likely would have skewered through his unprotected face.

The trap sprung, the duo were free to help themselves to the riches within.

32 pp, 361 gp, 24 sp, 70 cp; Amber (100 gp), Aquamarine (500 gp), Ivory (50 gp), Opal (650 gp), Red Spinel (60 gp), Sard (55 gp), Tourmaline (120 gp), Zircon (65 gp); 2 x Bronze flagon with warrior images (50 gp), 2 x Ivory bowl with animal carvings (40 gp), Painting of a princess (100 gp), Set of six silver dice (75 gp), Silver chalice with dragon carvings (150
gp), Silver holy symbol (25 gp)
 
Shaking off the trap, the small dent in his breastplate would fix itself by the end of the day, Ul-Ruk proceeded to dig through the contents of the chest out of curiosity mostly. The lot of gemstones and odd valuables didn't interest him much for keeping, though for selling he figured they would be worth something at least even if he had no clue as to exactly how much any of the lot was worth. The small painting made him chuckle as he pulled it free, eyeing the young woman who was clearly some kind of nobility by human standards with a face that he'd love to see post-facefuck. "That's a girl who's meant to be violated." He said aloud, though mostly to himself considering. Nevertheless he pulled out his pit and began stowing the loot away for a later date, none of it anything he truly wanted to keep for himself.

Once that was finished he packed the small cloth of the pit away back upon his belt and looked to the other doors in this room. With no real goal in this place beyond exploration it made little difference which path they took so he figured he'd listen at each door and test to see if they were locked. His current leaning was towards going through the eastern door but perhaps his findings might change that.

Perception (West Door): [1d20+14]=11+14=25

Perception (East Door): [1d20+14]=4+14=18
 
Cael chuckled with his Master's comment about the girl in the painting, though, given the age of it, she was sadly, likely long gone.

At the West door, he hears a noise of whistling wind, and at the East door, he hears a multitude of muffled clacking.
 
Two very different and distinct sounds. Perhaps the western door led to the outside? Or perhaps an area of the keep that was collapsed and exposed to the elements. The clacking sounds from the east though, those suggested more danger and he was interested in trying to eliminate threats whenever he could get the opportunity. "Be ready for battle...and listen to my commands this time." Ul-Ruk said quietly to Cael with a stern tone before carefully opening the door to see what was on the other side.
 
Cael nodded silently as to not make any noise, as there was likely an enemy on the side of the door. They appear to have heard the loud, clopping heavy man on the other side of the door.

Initiative!

Cael = 11

Cave Fishers = 5
 
Cael could hear and see that large crabs, not really wanting to go anywhere in there. It seems now is the time to use one of his offensive spells. He summons a spiked chain made of force, and makes it attack the nearest cave fisher.

Cast spiritual weapon, which is a spiked chain. It is represented by the red oval.
Attack = 18 (Hit)
Damage = 4
 
With Cael having conjured a magical chain to attack the crab-like creatures, that left Ul-Ruk to figure out how he wanted to approach this. Once more the doorway proved an obstacle that would be annoying to pass through, however if he moved quickly he might be able to get in before they had a chance to prepare for him. The alternative was sitting in the entryway and throwing his harpoon repeatedly and, with the sheer amount of them in the room, that would take forever.

Sighing, the mighty centaur began to push himself forward once more to squeeze through the doorway while presenting Cael an incredible view of two things: how difficult it was for the wide-framed man to get through on short notice and how big and meaty his ass truly was; tail flicking in annoyance and revealing glimpses of his puffy, black anus between the top half of his muscular cheeks.

Once he had muscled his way through the gap, Ul-Ruk picked the nearest monster and lashed out with his harpoon in the hopes that they'd at least be easy to kill considering how many there were to deal with.

Squeezes into the room for 30ft of movement. Enemies haven't acted yet in battle so they are flat-footed and can't make AoO's.

Harpoon to the crab above him (Power Attack): [1d20+14]=18+14=32
Damage: [2d6+23]=10+23=33
 
The crab hit by the magic chain snips at it, attacking his ghostly attacker. The rest of them swarm the centaur. However, none of them figure out how to attack such a large and well guarded foe as Ul-Ruk.

Cael for his part, felt his thong bulge inside his armor as he got to see glimpses of his Master's hindquarters, and thick, powerful equine sphincter. Not that he'd ever expect to get to fuck the centaur in a million years but, fantasies were a thing, right? The femboy hears the sounds of his master joining battle, and he follows him in, moving around and out of a gap created in the crabs. Two of them snip at him, but, he easily avoids their blows, his senses on point after all those tentacles. He smacks one the the crabs with his cestus, groaning softly at the pain it caused him, trying to not upset Ul-Ruk. His chain continues to attack the same crab.

Cestus! = 16 (+2 for flank)
Cestus Damage = 7
Vicious = 5 to Crab, 6 to Cael

Spiritual Weapon Attack (3 rounds left) = 28
Damage = 4
 
Indeed Ul-Ruk had no intention of letting anyone fuck his ass, though that didn't mean he couldn't think of something else for his lovers to do with it. His mind was on the fight though, mood still slightly sour because of Cael's antics and more interested in killing the inhabitants and looting the place before anything else. The creatures collapsed onto his position in a frenzy but they were anything but trained combatants, they killed smaller and weaker prey as far as the centaur was concerned and he was something of a prodigy of punishment and death.

Ul-Ruk turned to focus on the one that Cael struck as he brought his harpoon to bear. Better to eliminate them one by one rather than attack indiscriminately, though he doubted that these things could handle much punishment. One good strike with his harpoon and he felt confident he could run them through completely.

Ul-Ruk will start with the wounded, flanked creature. If he kills it, then any remaining attacks will instead go to his far south with the goal of clearing his sides so they can't flank him.

Harpoon 1 (Power Attack): [1d20+14]=11+14=25 (+2 Flanking)
Damage: [2d6+23]=6+23=29

Harpoon 2: [1d20+9]=16+9=25 (+2 Flanking if wounded target is still alive)
Damage: [2d6+23]=7+23=30

Hoof 1: [1d20+8]=5+8=13

Hoof 2: [1d20+8]=19+8=27
Damage: [1d6+11]=6+11=17 +1 Fire
 
Ul-Ruk dispatches 2, almost 3 of them with ease as he throws his might and weight around. The one crab still tries to clamp the chain made of force, while the others attack Ul-Ruk. Again none of them find a spot to pinch his flesh, though had the last on been positioned more behind the centaur, he likely would have felt their pincer on his large, horse nuts.

Cael's chain continues attacking, but misses. His own cestus does not though, as he strikes the wounded one, killing it

Cael heals 3
Cestus = 23
Min damage is enough to kill
Vicious damage is 4 to Cael
 
Those pincers may not have bit into his hide but they certainly were still scraping against him and trying to find purchase, clacking at his legs as he continued to reposition himself in the hopes of keeping them from striking him. These things weren't very threatening to them but they were annoying to the centaur all the same. "Stupid things don't even know to run when you are outmatched!" He grunted out in frustration, all the while trying to thin the ranks further and be done with this lot for good. This would be a lot worse without Cael's help though and he couldn't deny the boy's assistance was welcome to him. After feeling so isolated and outcast from his people to the point that he broke their laws and fled, having even a single servant to obey him was a welcome change of pace. Even if Cael still needed more training to fill the role the centaur desired.

Harpoon 1 (Power Attack): [1d20+16]=3+16=19 (Flanking included)
Damage: [2d6+23]=5+23=28

Harpoon 2: [1d20+9]=1+9=10

Hoof 1: [1d20+8]=10+8=18 (+2 flanking if the upper most fisher isn't already dead)
Damage: [1d6+11]=5+11=16 +1 Fire

Hoof 2: [1d20+8]=6+8=14
 
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