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Archon Vail on the Island of Wreclast (Causeway x Theris)

"And here... it... comes..." Amberly said, and Archon could tell from the tone of her voice that she was enjoying this immensely. As soon as it was halfway inside, she placed the tip of her index finger against the opposite side of the capsule stone, and pushed it forward. It slid effortlessly the rest of the way through his sphincter, and with a plop that he could both hear and feel it popped through his anus and into his rectum. Her finger slid in right behind it, pushing the stone all the way forward until it lodged against his prostate, and began wriggling!!!!
 
Vail felt it as the stone slide inside, stopping about half way into his ass. He tried to look back at the Lady, when suddenly the stone shot forward with a pop. The smooth capsule slide all the way up his rectum, followed by a silken finger, until the pair stopped, caught at what felt like the base of his dick. The the stone started moving, no, not moving vibrating, shaking the sensitive tissue of his ass. The place where it had stopped lit up with pleasure that shot down his dick, and the cum that had been building throughout this entire encounter rose into a tidal wave. He cried out in ecstasy as his member twitched, and then began to spasm, cum shooting out of the muscle to splatter against the floor. He kept cumming, long tendrils spraying the stone as the small stone forced every last drop of seed out of his body. The pleasure was too much, and everything when dark.
 
Some time later, Archon awoke in a dark room, laying atop of a scratchy, dirty straw mattress. He found himself wearing a plain, but sturdy robe, undoubtedly some form of traveling mage's outfit. A traveler's bag is on the floor at his feet, and through the closed door he can hear something of a din coming from beyond his room. His genitals ached, slightly, but it was a good pain, and he could still feel.. a phantom pressure of some sort, lodged inside him at the base of his cock. He could no longer physically feel the stone, but just the suggestion of it, like the first few seconds after waking from a dream. This suggestion of sensation, though, lingered.
 
The half elf felt the scratchy straw beneath him first, followed quickly by the ache in his balls. The ache wasn't bad, just on the edge of his perception, Fuck that was good he thought with a sigh. The phantom sensation against the base of his member, deep inside, and just focusing on it caused the muscle to twitch. he Notices the clothing a moment later, and the bag at his feet, smiling he stands and grabs the bag. Finally the din reached his ears, and he paused, What the hell? he thought, craning his neck around slightly and pointing his ears in the direction of the noise.

14 on my Perception check to figure out what the din is, if its combat or something else
 
As he listened, he heard a large number of voices, of various tones and intonations. There was wooden, clay and metal clacking, as well as music, some sort of stringed instrument accompanied by a flute and drum. Based on what he was hearing, and the room that he was currently in, Archon believed that he was at some sort of inn or tavern.
 
Jumpy already The Half Elf thinks with a shake of his head before settling down to take inventory. It doesn't take long its all here, excellent he thought, before slinging the bag over his shoulders and opening the door. He had a mission to do, which means that he needed information on these ruins he was suppose to find, what better place to start then a tavern.
 
He found himself in a rather large and rowdy-looking tavern common room. The patrons varied quite a bit; in fact, he saw fewer humans, elves and dwarves than he expected, and a surprising number of goblinoids and orcs, who seemed to be... tolerated, at least. Tavern wenches, human and elf females in skimpy clothing, offer food and drink to patrons who gamble, tussle and carouse. There appears to be a fighting ring in one corner, and stairs ascend to an open upper level, and descend to a lower level where more commotion is heard. The walls are decorated with lewd paintings and trophies of snarling, monstrous beasts.

Roll Perception
 
Archon takes a long look around, notice a profound lack of elves, dwarfs and human, and an increase in the other less savory races. The lack of fistfights between the other patrons was surprising, and he takes a second look to make sure he was seeing thing correctly. As he took his second look his gaze wandered onto some of the wenches, and he was sidetracked for a moment, his gaze wandering over the bare flesh on display. Shaking himself from the revelry he took a seat at on of the few empty tables, motioning to the wenches for food and drink. Where to start... the wenches first, lets see if they've heard anything, then on to the tavern master he thought, his eyes taking another look at the other patrons and the atmosphere around him.

Perception of 16
 
He saw one figure that immediately stood out from the rest. A human woman, at least she appeared to be at first glance. She had red hair with stripes of black, and wore a reinforced leather garment that clung tightly to her attractive curves. She regarded the whole scene with a cold aloofness, but when she saw Archon's gaze, she shot him a glance, one eyebrow raised, but otherwise did not move, leaning against a wall with her arms crossed.
 
Vail immediately spotted the other woman, and copied her reaction, before standing up. With a reaction like that, there aren't many possibilities as to why she's here he thought, making his way through moderately crowded room. He sized her up as he approached, and liked what he saw. "What's someone like you doing in a place like this?" he asked, wondering if he had guessed right, and that the woman also worked for Amberly.
 
As he approached, he noticed that the woman had a pair of slightly-curved blades strapped across her back, and likely many more smaller ones strapped about her body in multiple locations. Her amber eyes regard him coldly as he approached. "Surveying the local meat," She said, not even bothering to look him in the eye as she spoke. "What about you?"
 
Archon takes note of the blades, stopping just outside of easy stabbing range. "I'm looking for information on a place on the island, some old ruins" he answers her. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about them, where their located?" he asks. The thought strikes him a moment later, I'm dressed in robes, asking about ruins, and I've a bag on my back, I look like a bloody researcher, an academic.
 
"Old ruins, huh?" The woman said, cocking her head to one side, a look of idle amusement on her face. "Yeah, I suppose you look the type. Though you seem pretty... well put-together, for the scholarly type. A bit more meat on your bones than I'm used to." She waited a moment, then added, "I'm guessing this is about our mutual pain in the ass?"
 
Vail smiles at the woman "I'm not like most scholars" he says, a twinkle in his eye. He does a double take at her reference, surprised he had been right. "Indeed, it is" he says, nodding his head to her. "So are you hear to meet me, or are we just ships passing in the night?" he asks.
 
She shrugged. "I certainly wasn't aware of any new meat, though you do look her type. Hope you enjoyed your welcome, you can expect all that and more as you progress here. I'm on my way back to report on my latest assignment."
 
Archon blushes as he remembers the "welcome" he had received, "It was.. different" he says, hedging a bit. He nods his head at her, "I that case I suppose I'll see you around" he says. "Before you go, could you point me in the right direction? I was going to ask some of the people around town, but you seem more likely to know something, given our... acquaintance he says.
 
She sighed, and uncrossed her arms. "Well, I suppose that it couldn't hurt. There are some... unusual ruins towards the center of the island, so I've heard. My... assignment didn't involve them, but apparently they're in one of the most dangerous parts of the island. You'll want help if you're going to head there." She paused. "There's another thing. I think I'm being followed, but I'm not sure by who or what."
 
The Monk nods his head at her answers, "Sounds Like I'm going to need some help" he mutters, more to himself than anyone in particular. He looks up when she mentions being followed, "Need any help? I could distract it, let you slip away or sneak up on it" he says. Archon always had problems when it came to helping others, or involving himself in a fight, all the elders said so, but he never really understood why, if he could help then why shouldn't he. They talked about the ramifications of his actions, about why he shouldn't rush in blindly, and to always evaluate a situation before jumping in, the lessons never stuck.
 
She shook her head. "I don't mean in the immediate sense. Out there, I felt like I was being stalked, in the vaguest sense. I'm not sure by who or what, there could be more of them. But whatever it is, it ain't friendly. Watch your back, and don't trust anyone. Not even me, and especially not the Lady. Mages always have their own agendas, their own secrets."
 
Archon gives the girl a bow, "Thanks for the advice" he says, before turning away. With a clear direction in mind he decided it was time to see the town, and start to prepare for the journey. He exited the Tavern, keeping a wary eye on his surroundings, like it or not he was on an island for criminals.

23 on my Perception to notice anyone/thing watching the tavern.
 
"Krystala Noctrix," The woman said, nodding her head slightly.

The tavern, he saw, was called the Busty Mermaid, and had a sign featuring a large-breasted, topless mermaid prominently. The city, if it could be called that, of Butcher's Harbor looked like a massive shanty town, though it was multiple stories. The entire thing seemed to be made of rotten wood planks and other detritus that floated in on the tide, and seemed as though a strong wind would blow it over, creaking constantly. Yet somehow, Archon instinctively knew that it would endure long after all those currently present were eating dust.
 
"Thank you Krystala" he says before leaving. Taking a lone look at the city the Half Elf isn't sure what he expected, the town looked like crap, but the fact that it still stood, given how long the island had been "inhabited" said that the construction was sound. Shaking his head the Monk starts walking towards the edge of town, bag slung over his shoulder.
 
As he approaches the edge of the city, Archon sees that there is a large, mostly-wooden wall encircling the three sides of Butcher's Harbor not facing the sea. Battlements are set up atop it, with siege weapons erected on towers positioned regularly about its perimeter.
 
Archon raises an eyebrow at the defenses that the residents had raised. what the hell are these people trying to protect themselves against he thought. He continues his route to the edge of the city, heading for the gates, with a little bit of apprehension now.
 
At the gate, he sees a large contingent of guards, mainly orcs, half-orcs and the larger of the goblinoid races. Folk seem milling about with wagons and carts, apparently forming a convoy of some sort. Beyond the portcullis, he sees what is clearly a jungle of some sort. There is a distant shrill roar, and the guards at the wall double-check their ballistas.
 
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