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The Ravager of the World (Lord DreamCrusher x Evendur)

"Gah fuck! You little shit!" He cursed as the claws snapped into his right front leg painfully. The damage stung like a bitch though he'd suffered worse in the past, nevertheless it would make snuffing these things out far more satisfying now on point of vengeance if nothing else. He shifted over a few feet in a staggering fashion as his leg buckled but caught after a moment, this proved useful though if only so he could strike out at both of the remaining creatures with relative ease at this point.

His focus was, instinctually, on the crab that hurt him and he focused upon stabbing that one in particular. That said, no matter how satisfying it might be, he wouldn't waste the opportunity to kill the other one as well if he felled the first. Though he was not above stomping his hated enemy into paste once the fight was finished.

Takes 13 after DR.

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5ft step right.

Attacks the Cave Fisher that critted his leg first, any remaining strikes will go for the last one. If both die and he has attacks left over then he'll spend them stomping on the one that clawed him lol.

Harpoon 1 (Power Attack): [1d20+14]=8+14=22
Damage: [2d6+23]=8+23=31

Harpoon 2: [1d20+9]=11+9=20
Damage: [2d6+23]=7+23=30

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

Hoof 2: [1d20+8]=6+8=14
 
Cael winces as the pincher chomps on his Master's leg, and he thrashes and stomps the remaining corpses in anger. Once the bucking had stopped, Cael gingerly touching the leg wound with healing energy. "Oof those were nasty. Now I know why those Calistrian priestesses always complained so much about crabs!" The kyton comments, his breathing slowing as adrenaline diminished and his spiked chain shattered and disappeared.

Cure Mod = 16
 
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The reference didn't mean much to Ul-Ruk, he only knew a few gods by name on account of his tribe and he hadn't traveled enough yet to really learn about the others. Still, there was a suspicion that Cael didn't quite have his facts straight though the centaur didn't know any better to correct him. The curative magic healed up the painful wound on his leg and, after a few moments to let it sink in, he felt back to normal once more aside from the blood that way drying upon him. "Good riddance. Hardly a challenge but more than aggravating." Of course, that sentiment should be obvious with how he'd stomped around for a few moments upon their corpses.

Ul-Ruk took a moment to look around the room as he considered the situation so far. He'd found a small cache of wealth that had been long forgotten but nothing that really interested him personally. Things to trade were useful, of that there was no doubt, but there had to be more within this place for him to collect; or at least he hoped so at this rate. Taking a few moments to mentally map out their path into the structure, he turned and picked out the door to the north of the room. "This way." To which he attempted the door, opening it if it was unlocked.
 
Cael nodded and the door was unlocked, opening into a short hallway before another door.

2400 xp each.
 
Opening the door revealed a narrow hallway, well narrow for him anyway, that snaked two turns and connected to another room beyond another door. "These fucking doorways and halls. One of the reasons why buildings are pointless wastes of time." He could squeeze through but he certainly didn't want to, not without knowing what was on the other side. "Go in and open the other door. Tell me what's in that room. I'm not stuffing myself through this hall if there's no point." A simple command to his femboy slave and yet another instance in which he was happy to have a servant.
 
Cael shrugs and saunters in to the room, giving Ul-Ruk a similar view of an equine butt and pucker, though this was on purpose, as he went through the small hallway and into the room, looking around, he gasped. "Master! There's another big treasure chest in here! And it's open!" He called back eagerly, and the sound of his boots hurrying and coins clinking could be heard. "Asmodeus's left nut this is a lot of loot!" He says excitedly.
 
While Ul-Ruk certainly couldn't see anything directly through the form-fitting bodysuit that Cael wore as protection he could certainly see the outline of those fat cheeks jiggling in plain view and the rough shape of a puckered horse butthole pressing forth past the tight thong and into the suit as if begging to escape. The view sent a twinge of lust through the centaur's nethers though he brushed it aside and focused on the exploration. A few moments later came the shouting from Cael about an open treasure chest. It sounded more than suspicious but he couldn't exactly be sure one way or another without heading in himself. Sighing he pushed into the hallway and slowly, stuffed himself through until at last he came out on the other side and looked for what Cael was yammering about.

Noted the enemies on the map. Figured I'd roll this for your benefit.

Perception: [1d20+15]=8+15=23
 
The treasure chest his pony boy was gushing over was twice the size of the last one, and had a lot of loot as well, it sparkled and twinkled in the well-lit room of the dungeon. It was amazing with how much light that was being thrown around in this room that the Anumus had missed the 3 ninjas along the back wall behind them. Luckily, Ul-Ruk's wilderness enhanced senses could feel their killing intent upon his back as they loomed ready to strike.

Initiative! Ul-Ruk rolls a massive 32 on a perception check and spots their foes in the background which Cael had rolled well, but not well enough to spot!
Cael = 12
Baddies = 13
 
Coming into the room left Ul-Ruk staring at Cael's ass again but moreso the open treasure chest. Unlike the smaller male though, he was able to look around and recognize a trap for what it was. "You weak-willed idiot." He callously stated as his eyes found the waiting enemies. Before they had a chance to react, he stomped towards the nearest one and imediately fumbled with his grip on the harpoon as it slipped and he nearly dropped it on the ground. Thankfully he was able to recover quick enough to press the advantage of his speed and followed up with a second thrust after rearing his body upward and attempting to crash down with his front hooves upon his foe.

Initiative: [1d20+3]=15+3=18

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5ft step

Harpoon 1 (Power Attack): [1d20+15]=1+15=16

Harpoon 2: [1d20+10]=11+10=21
Damage: [2d6+23]=10+23=33

Hoof 1: [1d20+9]=20+9=29
Crit Confirm: [1d20+9]=7+9=16
Damage: [1d6+11]=5+11=16 +1 Fire
Additional damage if crit confirms: [1d6+11]=6+11=17 +1 Fire

Hoof 2: [1d20+9]=11+9=20
Damage: [1d6+11]=3+11=14 +1 Fire
 
Ul-Ruk kills one of the waiting enemies, and can tell that had he been closer, he likely could have felled two. One starts making hand gestures an touches a nearby torch on the wall. Suddenly, the room is covered in a darkness so deep that even the centaur and demon can't see through it.

In the next moment, hears a clang off his breastplate in the darkness. perhaps their foes can't actually see in this darkness either, as they just clanged into the only metal part of a massive Centaur.
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"What do you mean Master?" The coin counting femboy asked curiously. And then someone turned the lights off. Which was impressive given that they were continual flame torches but also immediately a bad thing. "Oh crap!" He exclaims, scrambling to his feet. He manages to find his Master's rear end and casts a protective spell on the centaur.

Sadly, the baddy gets an 8 and misses.
Cael casts Shield of Faith on the Centaur, giving him +3 Deflection bonus for 6 min.
 
Again Ul-Ruk resisted the urge to kick Cael for suddenly touching his backside, not a good habit to have for a normal person, and tried to determine what was his best move. Being blind in darkness was not something he figured he'd ever have to deal with on account of his species good nightvision, yet here they were with magic befalling them nonetheless. Not much came to mind immediately and, not able to sit and ponder during the middle of combat, he lashed out and split his attacks between two likely directions in the hopes that one of his strikes might land and tell him where the foe was.

Harpoon 1 and Hoof 1 against the 1st marked square.
Harpoon 2 and Hoof 2 against the 2nd.

Harpoon 1 (power attack): [1d20+15]=2+15=17 (I'll leave you to roll miss chance when it matters)
Damage: [2d6+23]=10+23=33

Hoof 1: [1d20+9]=19+9=28
Damage: [1d6+11]=2+11=13 +1 Fire

Harpoon 2: [1d20+10]=6+10=16
Damage: [2d6+23]=6+23=29

Hoof 2: [1d20+9]=19+9=28
Damage: [1d6+11]=1+11=12 +1 Fire
 
Ul-Ruk unfortunately finds air, and is struck again from the front, this time his armor doesn't save him though, and the blade sinks in.

Cael cries out in pain as well as he is stabbed twice by more knives, his voice surprised.

Ul-Ruk
Stab! = 21 + 2 (Flanking) + 2 (Invisible) = 25
Damage = 15
Fort Save DC 15 Please vs Poison

Cael
Attack 1 = 18 + 2 (Flanking) + 2 (Invisible)
Damage = 11
Fort Save DC 15 = 25
Attack 2 = 21 + 2 (Flanking) + 2 (Invisible)
Damage = 16
Fort Save DC 15 = 11
Str Damage = 2

Then, all of a sudden a beam of golden light streaks through the darkness. and it pops like an overful balloon. There are new additions to the room. Two more of the assassins, who all seem to be clutching their eyes in pain at the bright light, and a very dehydrated looking gillwoman, who seemed to be panting with the effort to even stand at this point. "You bastards aren't killing anyone else!" She says angrily as she looks around the room.

Caster Level Check to Dispel Darkness 1d20+8 = 26
 
The blade dug into him, slipping through the gap in the breastplate along the side and delivering a poison into his bloodstream. Ul-Ruk could feel the telling sting but he forced his way through it, the toughness of his body fighting off the effects for the moment and the strength of his willpower enabling him to maintain focus. He was just mentally preparing to try and figure out where this enemy was with the new information when the blinding light arced through the room and cut through the darkness, bringing things back to normal light levels. Snapping his head around revealed the fish-like woman who certainly did not look to be very healthy at this point, though she'd at least helped them quite a bit nevertheless.

Her presence wasn't important right now, not with the danger still present, and now that he could see once more it became clear that half of his strikes had been thrown in the right direction. Rounding on that individual once more he surged forth to eliminate the threat, seeking vengeance for the pain he suffered and of course the attempts to end them for good. Though Cael probably was fine in the grand scheme of things. "Your trick is finished, now the rest of you die."

Fortitude: [1d20+11]=10+11=21

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Targeting the left-most enemy and will go clockwise should he defeat them.

Harpoon 1 (Power Attack): [1d20+15]=6+15=21
Damage: [2d6+23]=5+23=28

Harpoon 2: [1d20+10]=6+10=16
Damage: [2d6+23]=7+23=30

Hoof 1: [1d20+9]=15+9=24
Damage: [1d6+11]=6+11=17 +1 Fire

Hoof 2: [1d20+9]=11+9=20
Damage: [1d6+11]=4+11=15 +1 Fire
 
The dark folk spent the round recovering their vision as one falls, and another is severely wounded by Ul-Ruk.

Cael hauls off and clobbers the one that tasted master's hooves. "Thanks for the help! You don't look so great!" He said amiably to the new woman.

She looks at the kyton horse with a little uncertainty, but her captors and tormentors were the first priority. The gillwoman starts to glow and flash with light as she gathers power and fires a blast of light that could be considered glorious. It smashed into the dark folk and pasted him against the wall, and likely would have enough energy to kill the other one had it continued past. "I-It's been a long month..."

Their shared foes then explode in white hot flame, further harming and drying out the gillwoman, and knocking Cael on his butt unconscious.

Cael heals 3
Cestus = 14
Min damage kills
4 damage to Cael

Move to Gather Power, Reduce burn by 1. Spend 1 point from internal buffer. Glorious Blast the closest one.
Glorious Blast = 14
Damage = 78

Ul-Ruk takes 30 damage from the explosions
 
The downside of killing these things was that they exploded, violently. The severity of these blasts was beyond his expectations and Ul-Ruk ended up taking multiple explosions point-blank without any means of mitigating the rolling flames across his hide. The smell of singed hair and flesh was potent in the air and Cael even managed to fall unconscious for the first time since his transformation. Considering the harm he'd taken thus far, and the fact that his source of healing was knocked the fuck out, Ul-Ruk changed tactics and broke from the melee with his remaining foe as he shifted his grip on the harpoon and readied to throw.

"Exploding on death? Gah, you knocked out my stupid slave all for nothing. Savor the last moments of your pathetic existence." This time, as he twisted his torso into the toss for additional power, Ul-Ruk grabbed the rope while the weapon was still in mid-air and timed it so that he pulled it taut right as the weapon would strike home. In doing things this was he could pull the weapon back into his hands a mere moment after it struck the target, or missed, which allowed him to make another throw rather than wasting precious time fishing it back from off the ground further away.

5ft step out of melee

Him pulling the rope mid-air is how I'm choosing to describe Ricochet Toss since he has that from leveling up now.

Harpoon 1 (Power Attack, Throwing): [1d20+15]=8+15=23
Damage: [2d6+16]=5+16=21

Harpoon 2: [1d20+10]=16+10=26
Damage: [2d6+16]=7+16=23
 
Both harpoon throws find their mark, and this one two explodes in a flash of fire. Cael takes the full force, and it engulfs Ul-Ruk as well.

Ref DC 15, Damage = 9 2400 XP to everyone.

The parched looking Gillwoman sighs with relief as the last one died. "Thank you for coming along when you did. I'm not judgy, so, whatever you two do back at the inn is none of my business. Do you happen to have water to spare, I'd gladly pay for it. I'm kind of desperate. If I don't get some soon, I uh, well, I'll die..." She said blushing horribly. "I can see you have a waterskin there?" She asks, pointing to the centaur's alcohol.
 
His throws found their mark but it was almost not worth it as the explosion from the corpse hurt more than their blades had. Once more Ul-Ruk couldn't manage to avoid the blast at all and he was left very much so injured at this point, feeling the strong waves of pain as the burns rippled across his flesh. He'd have some new scars from this fight to be certain, though he didn't really mind that so long as he survived. The centaur glanced around in search of any others but, alas, the fight was finished and he was left with his unconscious slave and this unfamiliar fish-woman. Of course she was already asking for a hand out.

Ul-Ruk turned to regard the woman with his cruel, dark brown eyes. Looking down on her figuratively and literally as she asked for water, claiming she'd die if she didn't get some. "I don't know what you are expecting from us but this isn't some adventurer's rescue party. I only came here to ransack the place, you just got lucky that I came along." He didn't really mention Cael because he considered Cael for what he was, a slave that existed only to serve him. Still, as he shifted the tone of their engagement, he couldn't deny that she held a certain charm to her body. Her skin was perhaps a bit thicker with some hardened parts that appeared almost like armor and the distinct lack of a nose was interesting, made him wonder how exactly she breathed. A certain tingle began to grow within his loins as his mind shifted to more lewd thoughts, though she did look quite worse for wear at this point and that tempered his desires greatly.

"In these skins is not water but alcohol. Fire Whiskey I believe the barkeeper called it. Strong stuff." His field provisions kit, a magical item, did contain water each day but he wasn't about to tell her that by any means. To prove his point the centaur lifted his skin and popped the cork, taking a long guzzling drink from the contents and savoring the burn as it warmed his throat down to his stomach. "You cleared the magical darkness but we killed your captors, that leaves us on even footing. Even if I had water, what would make me want to give it to you? What would you be able to offer me?" The look on his face was cold and uncompromising but with just a hint of his enjoyment at holding the power in this conversation. Though, if she wanted to, he didn't doubt that she could blast him with energy like she had the others. The question was, could she take him down before he could defeat her? He doubted it but there was no certainty to be found.

Reflex: [1d20+9]=2+9=11

Gah why the fuck can't I make these reliably? I only need to roll a 6 lol.
 
"I never said that you were a rescue party, Sir. You don't get into the business of delving into old ruins expecting the cavalry to show up. I was just happy that some divine being lead you my way." She replied, crossing her arms under her bust. Her gaze wandered over to the treasure chest, and knew that what was in her pockets wasn't more than that, and he seemed like the type that would loot her corpse after she died. The gillwoman grimaced as she saw his underslung battering ram shift some as he clearly had some ideas about what she could do in exchange for the water. "Well, since you're adventuring with...him...I know you're not interested in women, so, no point in offering that. Though, with the size difference for his sake I hope you're the bottom." She said as she paced near Cael's slowly regenerating body, he was quite hurt.

"This is an old tradition among my people, but....I shall offer you a year and a day of service. I will work for you and adventure with you for that time. I, Reyla Felsharn of the Grey Waters tribe offer this to you." Reyla offered, holding a hand with painfully cracked skin to make a deal.
 
He chuckled at the confidence she posed in regards to his sexuality, letting her finish her statement and make her offering before choosing to clarify the point. "You'd be surprised what I am and am not interested in. You shouldn't make assumptions, though none of us are hardly in the best of positions to be dealing with those matters just yet. I will say that I bottom for no one, just to make that clear." Not that he really cared what she thought of his relationship with the femboy but his pride was not completely untouchable.

Still, the centaur made a point to eye her extended hand and 'consider' the offer carefully before moving to make his decision. Once he was finished making her feel weak and powerless in this negotiation he spoke up, extending his hand but not completing the shake since he wanted her to agree to the terms he laid out word for word. "I don't accept servitude lightly and I demand much. You'll obey my every command whether you like it or not. In return I'll ensure you are protected to the best of my ability, though our travels will be dangerous and I don't shy away from conflict. In addition I'll personally ensure that you are kept hydrated. You'll get your water directly from me every day. I can keep you fed too, whether that be foraged, hunted, or magically conjured. The alternative, as you said, is death. Unless you think you can kill me before I can take you down."

His hand hovered there just outside of touching range from her own. His wording was precise and he intended to follow it, though certainly not in a way she expected. To that end he needed her to make the deal, to choose to accept bondage to his will for this time period. He was as much a devil as a mortal could be, regardless of the fact that he did not understand it.
 
"Well, that just makes our unconscious third even more unfortunate, doesn't it? And yes, if I was in full health, my light would beat your harpoon." She replied with a chuckle, though it turned pained as her skin cracked more as it dried out further. The gillwoman considered his words, though, she was certainly under duress at this point in time. "Nnngh....Yes! I accept! You personally will keep me hydrated! I am fine with conflict!" She said, her voice getting more urgent as she was getting closer to drying out completely and expiring. She attempted to reach up to take his hand and trade one slave master for another. At least this one seemed intent on letting her leave these ruins.
 
His expression made it clear that he didn't agree with her statement in regards to their matchup, though right now he was not eager to put it to the test. They all were injured, she was apparently dying, and only Cael was guaranteed to return to full capacity in a few minutes at this rate. Their hands met and shook with finality, a sense of soothing flowed through his body at having sealed the deal so to speak and the tough and calloused nature of his palms couldn't quite compare to the dehydrated and cracked nature of her own skin which future proved that her desperation was very much real.

Now it was time to reveal his intentions to her and the grin on his face grew wide, refusing to be kept in check before he took another long swig of the potent alcohol from his skin and sealed it off to be placed back upon his belt. Not like it would matter much in the moment considering the time crunch but the simple act of drinking the whiskey helped send a jolt through his body, pressuring his bladder to empty and make room for more urine. Unfortunately his bladder was not currently full but there was enough that he could feel that pressure and feel confident that he could piss. To that end he explained. "Get on your knees and get ready. I'll give you your water, straight from the tap."

To further help the reality sink in he relaxed his retractor muscles and allowed his meaty cock to extend downward and hang towards the floor, swaying with every little motion he made despite the generous size. "My skins are filled with alcohol, that dehydrates you. Thankfully I've been drinking my fill of water as well and I've got some in the tank just for you. It'll be hot and pungent, laced with my pheromones, but it'll save your life just as I promised." He fully expected some argument from her but he was prepared to refute whatever she had to say. Besides, what other option did she really have at this point but to accept the humiliation of being pissed on? It truly was a shame that this was happening in a place where no one else was around to watch. He'd make sure to repeat this publicly in the future just for his own benefit.
 
Reyla shook and smiled with her dry, cracked everything, happy to be saving her own life. Though her joy soon turned to horror as the centaur advised on how he intended to hydrate his new companion. "W-What?!" She asked as she was told to kneel before him to receive this water, and his cock emerging from that thick, pungent sheath further drove home the fgact that he intended to urinate on her in order to revive her body and save her life. It was so humilating, she'd almost rather die that have that happen to her. Well, at least no one else was around to witness it.

"Fine...but only because it will save my life. I'm not into that kind of thing." She said as she blushed horribly, kneeling down underneath the equine part of his body. He'd know she was underneath by the elevated, nervous breathing frequently washing cross the helmet of his member.
 
He had to do many things by feel in regards to the equine half of his body though, in this case, he could twist his head around enough to catch the outer glimpses of her body kneeling beneath him as she hesitantly accepted the unorthodox process. "I don't care if you like it or not. Either way it's fun for me." He replied with a slight chuckle and began to relax his muscles, starting the process of relieving himself on yet another individual. These days were hectic but not unwelcome considering all the opportunities he was being afforded.

After a few moments the first dribbles of hot urine fell from his hanging member, the coloration a healthy blend of clear and yellow to suggest that he was adequately hydrated just as he claimed. The first few drops didn't take long to cascade in rate, growing into a trickling stream and then a gushing downpour as he drained the contents of his bladder onto his newest servant. "Ahh...it's not a full bladder but it always feels good to let it out. Make sure not to waste it now, I'm sure you want to cover as much of your body as possible with how cracked your skin looked. You can touch it if you like, to better direct the flow, no need to be shy." His tone was openly mocking her and rubbing in the situation, not caring in the slightest for her happiness.

A full tank was about a gallon for Ul-Ruk, maybe more, but this was likely to be about half that when all was said and done. Still, the moments were likely to drag on beyond typical perception for both of them. Ul-Ruk because of his personal satisfaction of humiliating Reyla, Reyla because of the humiliation of having to stoop so low in order to save her life. Just like with Cael before, the steaming piss was laced with his pheromones that mirrored the musky smell of his crotch; sure to make her reek of him for quite some time.
 
By the gods, this centaur was an onerous asshole! He was gloating about getting a woman who was begging for her life to debase herself so much to make that happen. She could hear him shifting and adjusting, to make sure that her body was in front of his large cock. She closer her eyes as the stream started, washing over her body and slowly rehydrating it. The gillwoman would likely smell of Ul-Ruk even longer than Cael would, given how the liquid was being absorbed into her skin. He helpfully advised that she'd have to move it around like a showerhead to make sure she was adequately soaked in his golden stream. After a grunt of disgust, he'd feel one of her webbed hands on his member, and she made sure to get herself sprayed all over.

Once it was done and she emerged, she didn't really look wet, her body having absorbed all that moisture. But, it had done quite a number on her, turning her from old, wrinkled hagfish with sagging breasts into something your, smooth, and curvy as heck! Definitely attractive enough to stir his loins further if he was in the mood. His femboy slave was still breathing, but seemed to still be unconscious on the ground. "Well, thank you, I think." She said, looking still quite grossed out by the act, but happy to look revitalized again.
 
"You are welcome. We'll repeat this process every day at the least, just like I said. Though I'll make sure to save up more for you in the future." Her mixed emotions pleased him rather than bother him, though he was far more enjoying of how grossed out and uncomfortable she was at having to be his living toilet. "And each time you'll thank me like a good little slave." Servant, slave, the designation was one and the same to him. Of course he understood that there were differences between striking a bargain and having no free will whatsoever but that is why he said what he did in regards to her servitude beneath him. "You'll obey my every command whether you like it or not."

Her appearance was far nicer now as well, much more curvaceous and far less cracked and dried out. Of course, she still smelled strongly of his piss but it would take more than that minor unplesantness to dissuade him. Unfortunately, no matter how he might be feeling a bit randy after the teasing and combat, he was still injured and they were still in a dangerous place. To that end he shifted over to nudge Cael, looking to see that the wounds were indeed healing but he wasn't back to consciousness yet. His healing was needed if they hoped to continue. Possibly even with his healing they might need to pull back and find a place to rest at this rate. "He'll recover, eventually. Damn near nothing will kill him. He's my little punching bag; the pain turns him on more than anything else. When he's awake, I'll have him heal us both. For now we'll just have to wait."
 
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