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The Mystic Warrior Saleth

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Since you left the eastern elven forests you have seen no other elven city, the cities you have have sailed through these years have all been human though with varied races populating them over human territory where this ship sails trading and delivering cargo.

It has become obvious too that you will reach no great adventure as in the tales that always fascinated you in your youth and this is also slow to give you profit as all you see in your pouch are ten gold pieces, but all that seemed soon to change as the letter given to you to deliver in the next city, Dolphea, has it poor seal breaking accidentally. You remember now how it was given to you in a hurry a couple of days ago by an armored human with a large backpack asking that you delivered it to a dwarf mysteriously known only as the One-Eyed who runs a tavern there. He was to pay you five silvers upon receiving it but thats all that was told to you, it didn't seemed to be much of an important task until you have your eyes on what it says.

The letter is short and it only states the Earl of Estria had his daughter kidnapped recently and is now offering a hundred gold pieces and even most important, a magic item to whoever brings her back to him safe and sound. You can easily find out in the ship that Estria is an elven city located approximately 3 days away to the north from either Dolphea or the previous city where the letter was given to you. The ship will be arriving in a few minutes and the whole crew gets ready to dock as you are already able to see the port, you can remember being here before but never going too deep within the streets of the hectic city which is also the largest human city you've been so far.
 
I lean on the railing watching the limitless ocean as I ponder how to proceed. The sea has been my home for the last years, and I have grown fond of it even if it did not provide that grand adventure I had hoped for. In its infiniteness it is similar to the large eastern forest, and so different at the same time. The lands I had visited were varied and exotic, colorful and alien. In those few years I have seen more than many a reclusive elf will in her whole life. I do not regret my decision at all.

Now though, the letter. Delivering it is no question, I have made that deal. Not that I am such a sucker for authority or rules, but keeping my word if feasible is one of my own rules, and I better stick to these at least. What comes after that, though ...

Going after the Earl's daughter mightbe just the opening I have been looking for. Only, I have no lead at all to follow. Which leaves me with exactly two options as I see it: Either that One-Eyed one will provide some cue or incentive, or, barring that, I will have to travel up to Estria and ask around. I will give it a try. I have already spoken with the captain, told him aboutmy departure. We had gotten along rather well after his initial mistrust, that first tavern brawl we were forced in together being the turning point in our relationship. So the mood is a bit solemn, we might not see each other ever again.

Turning around I watch the approaching coastline, the sprawling mass of the chaotic streets and buildings that make up Dolphea. Somewhere in there is the tavern I am looking for, here's to hoping I will find it quickly.
 
The captain is a bit down with the news of your departure, it is not easy to find a woman who likes the seas as much as you. He lets you go with no more words than an offer to welcome you back to his crew should you cross paths again in the future. As a final token of his appreciation he takes out a bottle of fine wine from his private stash and a couple of glasses to cheer with you one last time while you wait for the ship to dock.

Once the anchor is down you will be free to go and leave behind the ship as well as any friends you may have had in there while the rest of the sailors will be busy doing their labors. The port is hectic as usual and it might take a while to find out something about this One-Eyed you know so few about.

You will need a Charisma roll to gather some information about the "One-Eyed"
 
I feel a momentary lump in my throat as I cross the plank leading off the ship, but once I take steps away from the mole that sensation gradually passed. I had a good time travelling the seas, but that chapter of my life is over for now. Who knows, my future might lead me back to riding the waves ...

The imediate order of busines is to find that One-Eyed one. The way the man who had given me the letter sounded that one-eyed individual must be at least somewhat known here in town, and so the natural course of action is to just ask the passerbys in a friendly manner.

Charisma check: 14(1d20) +1 (Charisma9 = 15. No useful proficiency I can think of.
 
The street are a mess as always but you are used to it and it is somewhat safe though nobody seems to know this One-Eyed you are looking for. It is only after a long while, approximately an hour looking for a clue, that you finally find someone who knows about him.

A half elven fisherman selling his morning fishing finally hints you in the right direction "The One-Eyed?, yes lady I do have heard of him, he runs a Tavern in the slums, I haven't gone there myself but I can't tell you it is not a safe place for a lonely woman like you... Ok,ok if you insist I can tell you how to reach there..." The directions he gives are easy to follow, however as he speaks you manage to spot three men that trying to pass unnoticed have been following you from a distance for a while.
 
Hmm, that is weird. Mostly because I cannot think of a good reason why these three would be shadowing me. I am new in town, after all, and have not even had any opportunity to step one someone's toes yet. Is it because of my asking around for this one-eyed fellow? I doubt they are following me secretly across the city just because of my tits and arse, especialy sinec the pants and shirt I am wearing right now are not that revealing ...

Either way, I should deal with them first before heading into the slums. For which I see two options. Either I try to elude them, using my stealth capabilities to make them lose my trail, or I confront them about it. The latter has the advantage of learning about their motives, but the downside that things might escalate into a fight agaist three unknown opponents. Am I already good enough for that?

It is my curiosity that breaks the tie. I just want to know why they are after me, and so I am - foolhardishly? - going to take that risk. Like before I traverse the streets of the city, not heading for the slums just yet. What I am looking for is a side alley to lead them into, where I could hide behind a crate or whatever visual obstruction might be present untill they pass by me, so they will no longer be able to evade the impending conversation.

Stealth check if necessary: 10(Roll) +4(Dex) +2(Proficiency) = 16
 
Certainly you drew lots of attention while looking for the One-eyed but what could these men be doing in the docks would appear weird as well as they don't really seem to belong in here. Still they carefully keep following you from a distance until you walk into an alley. Yet They don't immediately walk in, one of them keeps his way and only two of them await at the alley entrance for a short while, then they both and walk in looking for you. "Hey missy, you don't have to be afraid of us, we don't mean any harm at you, why don't you come out so we can have fun together" he laughs as he speaks his voice rather mocking and malicious, that of a lowlife urchin.

Surprisingly they go straight to the boxes where you hide without hiding their intentions to to grab you
-"I don't think you could possibly be a sailor being so thin and frail, perhaps you are just an escort looking for some fun around here"
-"Hey bud, maybe she is heading for the Oned-eyed's looking for a job, but you can have a 'job' just here, right? hahahaha"
-"Wonder is she got a pretty body as she got a face"
-"Haha I won't be seeing much of her face in a while"
They reach your hiding place, one of them holding a dagger and displaying it openly as a mean to intimidate you

As they don't see you as a threat it is possible for you to surprise them while unarmed with a bluff (or charisma) check otherwise just roll initiative
 
So they are only out to rape me after all? But then why has the third one not joined them? Is he trying to circle the block and come at me from the other entrance of that small dark alley? I try to keep that in mind and watch my back, but first I have to deal with the two problems in front of me.

"Guys, there is no need to get violent" I say as I step out of my hiding place. I do my best to appear harmless, frightened even. Since they do outnumber me and since I have no idea about their combat prowess I better get every advantage I can.

"That is what you want, isn't it?" Even as I continue talking my hands come up and I start to slowly unfasten the top buttons of my shirt, and I bring out an apparently forced smile. "So why don't you put your steel daggers away and bring out your meaty daggers instead?"
 
Even as you didn't offer a great acting they are prompt to be easily fooled and quickly step closer.
-"Told ya she was a horny whore"
-"Oh yea' babe! That's exactly what I was talking about"
-"Sure sure, just let me give you a hand here before I do"...
While one of them starts unbelting his pants the other grabs your shirt roughly and slides his knife under it cutting it open faster than you could unbutton it fully exposing your ample bosom.

A voice comes from behind you then "nice pair you have bitch, I didn't expect so with such loose garments"
Indeed the third one of them was coming from the other side but you didn't manage to see him getting closer through the shadows until the others acted. He doesn't fully remove his pants though, just unbuttons them as he walks closer letting his already stiffened shaft wiggle free as he approaches.
 
Darn, there goes my good shirt. With it already gaping wide open and exposing my massive udders to the lewd trio there is no point in keeping it around and obstructing my movement. With a quick shrug of my shoulders I send it sliding down my arms and to the ground around my feet. Now exposed to the fresh alley air, my thick nipples swell and harden.

I had not originally intended to really expose myself, merely open a few buttons to tease the lowlifes into a false sense of security, and as such I have mixed feelings about baring my upper body for these three thugs. On the one hand there is the natural reaction of shame, but on the other hand seen and feeling their intent hungry stares on my mighty melons is also cause for some previously not experienced sense of guilty excitement. Maybe I should strip for lowly criminals more often? Nah, forget that ...

Standing there all day won't help, though, and so I resulutely reach for knife guys belt, starting to unbuckle it myslef. "Here, let me help you in return." Ideally I want all of their pants around their ankles, and maybe doing it myself is the best way to get there?
 
As you wiggle free of your ruined shirt the half naked thug doesn't finish taking his pants off and leaves them around his feet rushing to cup the massive pair as they bounce, starting to squeeze them tightly as he amuses with their size and smoothness. The one with the knife didn't stop it there though and he carefully slides his cold metal under you belt "Aren't you eager to get a good pounding, you sure are one fine horny bitch" he calls as your own unexpected excitement makes your cheeks turn slightly red while making a cut that quickly lets the rest of your clothing fall to your ankles too while you are still beginning the task of undoing his pants around his increasing bulge.

Their partner who comes from behind thanking that gesture he directly makes it for your bubbly ass grabbing it with both hands before he presses his bulging shaft between your asscheeks. The knife thug then reaches for your now exposed pussy with one hand as you undo his pants, slowly feeling and rubbing your folds, spreading them open to finger you out while finally putting his weapon away.
 
This ... is not going according to plan. The three thugs were supposed to have their pants around their ankles. Not me. And ...

"Mmmm..."

Darn, why do my huge udders have to be so sensitive? Spending the last month on board the ship in self imposed celibacy - once you fuck one of the sailors everyone wants his share - does not help, either. This is getting out of hand quickly, and what the other two are doing down there ain't helping either.

Quickly, almost frantically, I pull my feet free of my own pants while I finally get knife guys - or more precisely no-longer-holding-the-knife-guys - belt finallly open and forcefully yank his pants down so they linger around his knees.
 
You feel how the man behind you gets to spit over his own shaft coating it and making it slippery enough to allow him slide smoothly between your bubbly ass while your plump breasts get frantically groped and squeezed by the second man, he pulls you closer to him, digging his finger in the sensitive skin of both your orbs and forces a deep kiss out of you, drooling over your lips as he get aroused by your sudden moans.

Finally you finish with the third one's pants but once you do he pulls you closer as you manage to get you feet free while he keep rubbing and fingering you deeper by the second, he lets himself fall to the ground then and he pulls you with him, breaking you out of the forced kiss and having you sit over him, he takes his fingers away from you now wet cunt and aims to get his full erection inside of you. The brigand behind you follows the whole time, and knees behind you. You now also happen to have the appendage of your groper at the level of your face and he is eager to make you swallow him.
 
That helps.

Had they taken a bit more time, maybe bent me over that crate over there and gone at it one after another, I might have tried looking for excuses like waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and doing so let them have their fun, and get mine as well. At this point I don't care much that it is three thugs in a dirty back alley that are out to nail me.

But this ... is just getting too crowded, and promising not to be too much fun for me. Hell, one of them wants to stick his prick into my ass, that has to hurt! But thankfully in the process they have placed themselves into a rather vulnerable position, lying - or kneeling - on the ground. And so as the third points his rigid shaft at my lips I explode, darting up from my sitting position, slipping the grip of the one beneath me, and using the upwards momentum to ram my fist into the balls that were dangling right before my eyes a moment ago.

Bluff check, if needed: 19(Roll) +1(Charisma) = 20
The plan is to use my surprise round - if I get one - the following way:
- An attack against the one in front of me: 11(Roll) +6(Dex+Prof) = 17, Damage if it hits 2(Roll)+4(Dex) = 6
- Spend one of my four ki points for a flurry of blows.
The first attack against the guy in front of me as well: 11(Roll) +6(Dex+Prof) = 17, If it hits: Damage 1(Roll)+4(Dex) = 5, plus a DC 14 Dex save to avoid being knocked prone
The second a kick against the one behind me. 17(Roll) +6(Dex+Prof) = 23, If it hits: Damage 3(Roll)+4(Dex) = 7, plus a DC 14 Dex save to avoid being knocked prone
 
The three brigands rush into gangbanging you with total confidence thinking you would just let them have their way. Why would they take turns when all could just have fun at the same time, that might not include Saleth but once again they just think she is just some horny hoocker making them easy to surprise at this point.

As such they are all surprised by your sudden reaction and unable to react quick enough to defend theirselves, cursing you as you punish them while unarmed.

They currently have disadvantage to their Insight checks so you surprise them all.
As you are grabbed by two of them, I shall give you the grappled condition, you must use an action to attempt an escape so I will assume you just attack in your surprise round. (no penalties to attack however)
You have advantage against the thug in front of you for having his pants down restraining him down so you roll each attack twice and use the better result in each case, though you still hit both attacks and knock him unconscious, while the one behind falls prone and badly wounded but still conscious.

They roll their initiatives then (would have been nice if you have had done so too)
Rogue A:14, Rogue B:12

Should any of them go before you they:
-Each get a dagger out (no action required)
-Rogue A still on the floor simply attacks (is either that or pulling his pants up to be able to move) though he does with disadvantage, he hits you with a 18 but his disadvantage follows with a 10 making him fail
-Rogue B stands up (no longer giving you advantage) and then attacks, but roll a total of 11 and fails too

Should you go first you have advantage against both
 
I watch the one in front of me crumble to the floor, out of the fight for good. One down, two to go. Keeping up my momentum I continue my barrage of blows, starting with the one in front of me.

Initiative: 16(Roll) +4(Dex) = 20.
So I go first.
Seeing how easily the first one went down I see no need to spend another Ki point. So it is just two attacks (one from Martial Arts class feature) against the one in front of me.
- Attack one: 13/5(Roll) +6(Dex+Prof) = 18, Damage if it hits 3(Roll)+4(Dex) = 7
- Attack two: 18/2(Roll) +6(Dex+Prof) = 24, Damage if it hits 2(Roll)+4(Dex) = 6

Should he go down I will turn around facing the one behind me (grappled condition should be gone then) and tell him to yield before i inflict severe harm.
 
Their slow reaction favors you and while their surprise turned to anger, their anger turns to fear now as the first one is dispatched without the use of weaponry. Then as Saleth beats the next out of combat the only one who remains cows.

He releases you and escapes, not too far but still out and around the corner of the alley, menacing to come back while covering his exposed manhood with both hands.

you can turn around but the grappled condition is still there as it is the one behind grabbing you, but not for long. As he couldn't act first he sets a different course of actions, first of all he lets you off (no action) then he retreats using his action to disengage (to avoid provoking an opportunity attack) and his move to go 20feet out of the alley and 10 feet to the left into the streets.
 
I am about to charge after the fleeing thug when I - thankfully - remember that currently I am wearing my shoes. And nothing else. Here in that secluded dark alley half covered by crates and stuff that might be acceptable, but out in the open city streets it would certainly draw attention. A lot of it.

So, getting dressed again is the first order of business. Only, my shirt is half ruined and my belt is useless. But thankfully here passed out on the ground are a pair of volunteers ready to lend me their garments in a very gentlemanlike manner. I have to grin briefly.

Quickly I pull out the better looking of their two belts, and get the cleaner one of them out of his shirt. With the new belt my pants fit again just fine and once I have put on the shirt I am decently dressed again. That one will be rather loose fitting for sure, but at least I will not constantly run the risk of flashing my boobs to everyone.

There is one last thing to do, and that is to check them out for valuables. It is only fair they compensate me for the discomfort they caused, right? As I kneel besides them and examine the content of their pockets I am also briefly aware that I am even more sexually frustrated now. For some reason that humiliating strip in this far from comfortable environent has worked me up quite good.
 
The lowlife manages to escape while one or two bystanders glance at you but they quickly follow their way at the sight of the unconscious men on the floor while you dress up. Their shirts are not too clean and even stinking to the smell of the men's sweat but they are not that dirty either though they look a bit funny considering the size gap from gender and race difference.

Once readied what you find is 12 silver pieces in total, not bad considering for some quick punches compared to what you earned at the ship though not much of a honest way of making a living. A poorly drawn map of town is also in their possession, several places marked in it but no names at all, though from the position of the sea and the docks it seems from the directions previously given that one of the marked buildings is the tavern of the One-eyed. Finally they each also hold a dagger and an old wood carved chess piece.

Add yourself 75 experience points as well
 
The chess pieces are an unusual item to find on such thugs, so I pocket them just in case they might become useful later down the road, just as I do with the map.

That set,and with my own, damaged, shirt stowed away as well I finally continue towards the One-Eyed's tavern. now I have directions AND a map.
 
Heading your way to the tavern is an easier task now though Saleth soon finds herself walking into dangerous streets of the city with the feeling of being watched as she moves forward. Yet nothing happens and she arrives to dark tavern where the lights of the morning seem unable to fully go inside.

A drunk unconscious halforc lays next to the door, or perhaps he was beaten to his current state, hard to know really, but the door is fully open with a strong smell of liquor that can be sensed even before going in. The silhouette of a man can be seen attending the bar.
 
I do not hesitate. Can't be worse inside the tavern that out in these dangerous streets, right? Taking one last deep breath of relatively fresh air I step through the door.

If the One-Eyed got his name for obvious reasons he should be easy enough to spot. Maybe the one at the bar?
 
The shades of the dark tavern impose no trouble for Saleth's elven eyes and as soon as she enters she is able to have a clearer view of the man at the bar.

A short man stands there, a dwarf, indeed he has a patch covering one of his eyes he is bald as a duergar and looks pretty aged too, about 180 years one could assume, but the muscles in his arms make it clear he has not lost the strength he had in youth even when he's grown a little fat. The shaft of a war hammer can also be seen next to him, just in case troubles arises.

He looks upon you as you get closer, "Rare t'see sumone of yer kin' har elf, whut do ye drink?"
 
"Some water woudl be nice" I reply as I slide onto a bar stool next to the counter opposite the dwarf "Though I am not here for amusement. I assume you are the one they call the One-Eyed?" As I say this I give a telling gaze towards his eyepatch.
 
"Is thet a joke? Eff you want to drink some water the bath is over thar, hyar pointy ears I sarve liquor!" The dwarf pulls a bottle of some dark weird looking beverage offering to serve you some but then intrigues on what you have to say. "Why might you be hyar then? Oh this, ha! Of corse I am" he lifts his eye patch showing an awful scar where his eye is supposed to be, he seems quite proud of it. "...then whut business brin's a tree hugger to mah tavern?"
 
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