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The Little DeathAdventures (5E smutty)

ChrisGabriel

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The end of the world, or the middle of the earth, for some it was the start, for others, the finish... What every mystically inclined visitor could say that the area was among the newly appeared changed places of the world. Where beforehand nobody lived, now, worshippers of death congregated and for their life, a village sprung up from the rocky plain. The focus point of the village being the gray granite stone mound with the giant sized gray granite door.

Nobody knew when or who made it, but its use became quite apparent. It was the entrance and exit of the plane of dead, the meeting point of the Prime Material Plane, and something that was not among the Outer Planes. The big, nine yard tall double door from the same sheet of gray rock that surrounded it was carved with symbols and both sometimes painted, and covered with items that symbolized the worship.

An upright skeletal arm holding balanced scales in front of the same sized black jackal headed humanoid seemed to be displayed prominently, with skulls under the scale, surrounding the arm. There is a skull surrounded by a ring of blood droplets - followers making sure that it was always bloodied enough. Another skull biting a scroll, a third one white and as real as it comes from a deceased human. A woman's skull, or more like half rotted skull, because she could have been good looking once, but now half rotten from some kind of disease or poison, maybe etched by acid...

Then there are the symbols of office under the jackal headed humanoid. Nine-tailed barbed scourge, a black star on the gray background, a black disk with a border, a circle divided diagonally into white and black semicircles, three teardrops surrounded by a triangle. A black ram, a coiled cobra, and horns around a lunar disk fills the left over main space on the doors.

The five yard in front of the doors left empty, but there are sellers of devotional articles on both sides hugging the rock wall, and basically a bazaar of items that could be used for lawfully put dead to the rest. With a little extra knowledge and silver, maybe even some less lawful items can be gathered too, for components, scrolls, inks, and all the mystical objects and textes that converges to the place.

But why would one make the long way to visit? The excitement of the evil worshippers swarming the place is not that welcoming to most people. Still, it is rumored that if one wentured inside the periodically opened door, one could meet with the dead. Not only meet, but fight, speak, and hold meaningfulconversations with people, and occasionalmonsters who are no longer among the living. Of course, getting the door closed on a living person is a death sentence. But the opposite is true, if one can find the way and the right dead inside, they can try to leave with him or her, greatly helping any resurrection or basically just raise that dead.

The place is ruled by the Knights of the Eternal Order, but mostly just to show a force of armored faith by the couple of paladins and doomguides, because there are a lot of monks who would fight - and fight each other too - if needed. The sorcerer monks and the disciples of the white rod the two most obvious, but if one looked the right way, there are a lot of undertakers visiting, both part of the Most Solemn Order of the Silent Shroud, and not. Embalmers, caratakers, or just family of the recently or long dead, the congregation is mostly human, and mostly male, but there is enough femalesand humanoids to not make it more than a couple of long glances and cursory interest.

While there are mostly scribes, funerary workers, and morticians among the crowd, at least one full sized grey dragon could be seen flying around and making its nest atop the mound of grey stone that houses the known door.

But for our curious travellers there is a hidden shop among the less death oriented ones, where the congregating people go for their food, drink, and merriment, including the exchange of far away places wares. There is a small colorful tent, where they sell barely used clothes, where a small door lies behind a carpet. The propreitor of the shop is an old male gnome, who tries to find the right people among the death worshippers and visitors to accompany his daughter inside the appropriately sized small doorway, that stands open as long as the big double door is open , and snaps closed, when it is time to have the Death's Door to open on the other face of the rock.

The gnome man calls himself Lerik, and tries to smile, but either the place or something ails him, making him morous if he is not speaking about his daughter and the need for some good people - namely the players - to help her. Lerik does not says what she needs help with, he only shows a medalion with pictures of his deceased wife and the little lost daughter. The pictures was made the same time by the same artist, and all Lerik say is that "That was a nice year..."
 
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bodman54

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He walks through the crowd, his presence acting like a plow, causing people to part ahead of him. He is an imposing figure, 6'2" tall and heavily muscle is obvious under the cloak he wears with the hood up. He stops suddenly, becoming an island in the river of flowing humanity. He looks ahead and then turns and looks behind, making sure he is not followed. Satisfied he ducks between two stalls, slipping into the next row over.

It had been a long journey and he was glad to finally be here. To say it had been peaceful would have been a lie. Bandits prey on the road to and from this area. They view a lone traveler as easy prey. When it came to him, they were wrong. If he entered the gates to the other realm, he would find many of the deceased bandits staring accusingly at him. He didn't suffer fools lightly, and any who attacked him he viewed as fools.

He enters the colorful tent, lowering his hood to expose his glowing blue-green eyes and the soft glow of his skin. "Master Gnome. Could I trouble you for some food and drink? It has been a long road for me."
 

Illven

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"Oh?" The buxom redhead comments at the year comment. "Exactly how long ago was it?" She asks raising a perfect ruby eyebrow as she considers.

A gnome, the answer should be some far flung date in the near future to Alexandria. Even an elf talking about their parents would be something that most likely happened during her near endless sleep. "And they look quite lovely, it is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Alexandria von..... " She starts before clenching her lips shut. "Just Alexandria." She commented, realizing that few would care of her title in this day and age.
 

caelcormac

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Patience was glad this hadn't been the fist town she'd seen since she went walkabout or she might have given civilization a pass. Death was all fine and good, it was a vital part of the natural cycle after all, but there was certainly something to be said about too much of a good thing. Plus she didn't like the way some of the people here stared at her, and she was used to being stared at when among people.

Having been been referred to the gnome and his tent by one of the more pleasant seeming souls she had made her greetings and gone about looking through the clothes to see if there was anything of interest to her. She seldom found anything that suited her but it never hurt to look. When the gnome pulled out the pictures of his family she peered closer. "They are a very handsome pair." she said,and tapped the picture of the daughter "She has your eyes."
 

ippo

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Senevie had been wandering the area long before the others arrived, and by looking at his flushed face and unsteady gait--and the near empty bottle of wine in his hand--it was clear that he'd been deep in his cups. A cute cloak covered his shoulders, and from the opening peeked his equipment, which was worn and beginning to rust in places.

Passing Lerik's tent, he glanced inside out of curiosity for the clothes that were sold there, but paused when he saw the recognizable form of a fellow tiefling. Beaming, he went in, waving at Patience.

"Oh, heeeey~" Senevie's words were lilted and punctuated by the occassional hiccup. "Wow, it's so nice to meet another tiefling! Who are y-- I mean, how are--" He took a moment to realign his tipsy brain. "Hi, I'm Senevie."

He extended the bottle to Patience. Behind him, his long tail wagged side-to-side like a puppy's, displaying his excitement to the world.
 
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ChrisGabriel

ChrisGabriel

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While the tall and heavily muscled imposing male was chosen because his possible usefulness, the redhead with the glasses and the two Tiefling girls with the white hair got singled out because the shopkeeper gnome's whim. Now, as the four almost fully filled out the tent, Lerik scurried to push the wares to the sides, and close up shop, while still leaving enough of his best used clothes out for the well equipped traveller with the walking staff to peruse.

Of course, the small man was also making sure that if someone wanted to sit, they could either on the floor on their own backpacks, or some vibrant colored rag rugs. For himself, he would be sitting on a heap of clothes like a small king in a very small kingdom. But first, Lerik the gnome would make sure that the man had something to eat - possibly his own lunch and diner combined to be enough for the man - and pulled out a glass bottle of some lightly alcoholic drink, a blue, almost black liquid that had a sligtly metallic taste in the gnome sized glazed earthenware he shared with her guests.

"Thank you for being here, may be your journey be fruitful and pleasurable." saluted the little man with his drink, then sighed, trying to show a warm smile. As his guests quited down and waited for him to tell more, Lerik fidgeted with some fine crystalline powder until he lit it with a lighter of some gnomish tinker-tech, then left the lemon scent spread in the closed tent.

"It is always hard to loose someone you love, but it is even harder to see that someone close to you is getting lost... I have a daughter, and this village and our situation is not the best, she is getting too close to be a follower of death. She was such a happy child, singing and dancing, but in the last year she started to grow up, and not into a vibrant young gnome woman, but..." he sighs again.

"I could do only one thing, finally let her go exploring. If I wait any longer, she would find a group or even try the big door of death herself. I can not let that happen, I had seen the effect of death's place and the supposed meeting with the dead has on the less hardened people, without the right experience at their entrance, they will have the experience of that place foremost on their soul when they get out, if they get out."

As the air gets warmer and the guests start eyeing each other with interest, Lerik stands up on his mound of clothes. "There is a way behind that tapestry, a door to a cave, that is unaccessible to virgins, but hold wonders and a very different experience for the brave. I will send in my daughter, and you should all be helping her to find her happyness, and I promise you that the journey would bring its own rewards to each of you. When you get back, half my kingdom will be yours too..." he opens his arms, showing around in the shop, grinning "... next to anything you want to keep from whatever or whoever you bring out with yourself, and I will buy any excess if I can, or sell them for you if you want."

The food is good, the drink is nice, the girls are comely... and you get a feeling of excitement even just being near them. Neither are human, maybe they are more than a little demonic, but they seem at least a little bit helpful... Flashes of a gnome girl and what you could do to 'help' her find happiness and pleasure fills you with arousal...


Fascinating. That is what is foremost of your mind, the story, the opportunity, even the crew you are with and maybe could travel with soon... And it shouldn't be too dangerous if the gnome lets his daughter go with you. Maybe there is something he does not say, maybe there is some kind of magic in the air... But it is more of a fey kind of attraction, a speeding up of heart, an opening of ... you could not really grab what ot is, just that you have feel like throwing off your clothes and the distance between whoever is close... The urge to find some pleasure, to do something to feel people closer to you, to connect with people....


The feeling of death all around you diminishes as the smell of lemon and the slightly metallic taste of the alcohol fills your senses. As the gnome speaks, you feel even less of the dread of the place, and he has so nice, even if a little bit too colorful and maybe too skimpy clothes. but you should find something you would want... even if it is not a dress. Maybe companionship... Or even worship, maybe help with your own happiness... You realise that there is something more to the incense and the drink just a bit too late to stop yourself or any of the others from getting affected. The heightened libido and starting euphoria is coupled with the rapid decrease of awareness, and it seems that your intuition and insight tells you that it would be... interesting to follow up on some baser instincts. Maybe even follow any requests or needs if it would be giving pleasure and happyness.


It is a good stuff, you realise after a taste of the drink. You even get a refill from the gnome, soon leaving your body tingling and you have to try to keep from giggling, the closeness of the other comely people and your own secret making for such a fun time! Of course you will keep it together as long as you could, but you have an inclination, that you should have more willpower to truly fight off the effects of whatever was in the drink, and is in the lemon scented burning incense.


Lerik the gnome hurries away and out through a side curtain of clothes, already calling for a Melanie, if anybody cares for what he is doing, it could be seen that he pulls out a handkerchief and sloshes some red liquid on it... You four are on your own for a short time at least.

But everyone's mind is going to places that usually is not for a first meeting, and more in place in a bedroom than a warm tent of too much clothes. But... the place is like a den of peace and growing happyness in a city of death.
 

freeko

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Malin had found herself arriving a bit late as she could not ignore those around her that required assistance. A few minor tasks had set her back ever so slightly that she was unable to meet up with Alexandria at the time they had specified. Having arrived just as a man had seemed to be taking his leave, Malin would first move toward Alexandria and simply ask her what Malin herself had missed by arriving later than she had initially wanted to.
 
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ChrisGabriel

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Malin had found herself arriving a bit late as she could not ignore those around her that required assistance. A few minor tasks had set her back ever so slightly that she was unable to meet up with Alexandria at the time they had specified. Having arrived just as a man had seemed to be taking his leave, Malin would first move toward Alexandria and simply ask her what Malin herself had missed by arriving later than she had initially wanted to.
As the small man leaves from the side, the arriving woman tries the main entrance, which is pulled closed. Eyeing the newcomer, the gnome grins up at her, and gives his recently parfumed handkerchief to the human. "Here. It is a little smelly inside, this would help, just climb in! The others are already there..." he gestures towards the gnome sized exit that is like a curtain of clothes, and opens up inside the tent-shop, on a heap of clothes.
 

bodman54

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Amreil turns to the redhead sitting next to him. "What brings you here," he asks, sitting cross legged on the floor. The heavy walls of the tent muffle the outside noises, allowing him to forget the worship of death that is going on all around them.
 

caelcormac

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Patience smiled at the cute Teifling girl offering her a bottle. She knew well enough that appearances were deceiving but she sensed that her intentions and inebriation were genuine. "I am Patience. A pleasure to meet you. I've seen a few of us around, mostly the sort that give the rest of us our reputation unfortunately." she said. She took the offered bottle and had a drink but did not give it back. This was a bad town to be drunk in and she wouldn't have wanted anything bad to happen to her nee even if he wasn't so cute.

She picked through the remaining clothes and took a drink of the offered bottle. Breathing in the incense and feeling the effects of the drink Patince smiles and pulls what appears to be a skimpy harem-girl outfit from the pile of clothes, complete with a veil and a few scarves. She turns to the room, saying "Now this is interesting. Anyone think I should try it on?"
 

ippo

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A wide, drunken smile dominated Senevie's face. It was a good day: he was getting his crunk on; was making friends with another tiefling; and found himself surrounded by attractive people. Though the effects of Lerik's drink had had a greater effect than anticipated, this wasn't the first time he was totally hammered.

Almost prancing beside Patience, he giggled at her choice of clothes.

"Whoa, that's kinda risque, isn't it? I-it's definitely gonna get you some attention."

The image of them draping her firm body caused a tightness between his legs. He knew it was a the booze, but he was too far gone to fight it. With his extended tail, he sifted through the same pile of clothes. A lot of them were cute, but also revealing, and the tightness and giggling grew as he imagined everyone's reaction if he were to try them on.

"I mean, if you wanna wear it, g-go ahead. I-I won't look until you're done."
 

Illven

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Alexandria giggles as she looks all around at the cuties surrounding her. "Closure in a sense." Alexandra replies with a shrug making her chest jiggle. With a moan escaping her lips, she turned as Malin entered the tent. Obviously talking to her chest, Alexandria took a moment before replying. "He wants us to escort his cutie of a daughter to a trial of sorts." She giggles as she starts taking off her dress. "Someone want to help me with this?" The princess asks coyly.
 

bodman54

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Amreil leans back, appreciating the view as all these attractive women begin to drink and play dress up with each other. His clothing needs were fairly simple. Unrestricted movement and a good to hide his angelic features. "Must be some trial of he needs this many people," he comments to the air
 

Illven

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Still talking to Malin's chest, Alexandria muses over Armeil's comment. "Could just be paranoid about her safety."
 

lilithsboy

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Having been attracted to the Door of the Dead for his own reasons, this time actually honorable or so he told himself, Eras had been inquiring for some time about the magic of the place. Upon finding out about the little gnome's shop and the curiosity of the door which acted in direct opposite to it's larger counterpart he set out to get himself invited bringing to bear the full force of his personality but staving off the magic for it would not due for the gnome to hate him so soon. His interest is the door itself, not aiding these people though if that is what is required that is what he will do. Having entered far earlier he stands silently while the others talk listening intently attempting to get a read on each of them, disguised as a pile of clothing due to his magic.. As he watches the display he pulls his hood further down having no desire to watch the woman strip, he is certain none of them have even noticed him yet so he speaks up.

"Living in a place so infused with death magic and unknown phenomena can you really blame him?"
 

caelcormac

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Patience looks at Senevie and giggles. "Turn away? What for? You'll miss the best bits that way." she says, removing her skirt and top and tossing them onto her pack. She put herself in the skimpy costume and twirled around to model it, her tail coiling around her waist to avoid bumping anything. "Do I look alright? She asks everyone, Senevie in particular."

Seeing Alexandria occupied with Malin's bust she steps near Amreil and nudges him with her foot. "That very sophisticated lady needs some assistance with her dress my friend. Perhaps it might be in your interest to render her some assistance. If you don't we will." she said looking to Senevie, "Won't we?"
 

ippo

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Senevie's jaw dropped as Patience undressed right in front of him. It was only after he'd seen her entirely naked that he remembered to turn around. For what good it did, when he saw that Alexandria was stripping too. The tightening in his pants was becoming unbearable, and when he looked back at Patience, it was clear that her outfit covered almost nothing anyway.

"Hoooh, wow..." was his response to her question. "That looks so... u-uh, you look really amazing."

It had to be something in Lerik's drink, or maybe it was the air that made Senevie hot and bothered, where usually he could control his lust. At Patience's offer to Amreil, he raised his hands, his tail sticking straight up.

"Oh, no no no no no! I couldn't possibly do s-something so lewd."
 
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ChrisGabriel

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Maybe not even the Gnome knew that the man under the hood slithered his way through the used clothes he sold. At least Lerik never gave any indication that there was anyone behind the tapestry - but still outside the invitingly open door. Somewhat stale, humid, but musky air wafted around him...

But it seemed that when Eras spoke up, he was already almost magnetically pulled towards the others... or more than likely towars the only one seeming to just sit back, Amreil. The smell of lemon cleared up the senses for things, just as it seemed to obscure them for anything else. The tall, muscled male and his increasing arousal because the females easily filled the sneak's interest...
 

freeko

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(Sorry my PC crashed while writing this.. was supposed to post a few hours ago)

Noticing that Alexandria was talking to her chest, Malin would take this in stride. As Malin continued to listen, she would wait a few moments. If no one else would oblige, Malin made a simple request directed toward Alexandria. "Are we changing clothes for some reason? Turn around, and I'll help with that." Malin would state as she still was not entirely aware of what was going on, but also trusting that Alexandria would brief her further about what exactly they were getting into. Mailn was halfway expecting Alexandria to explain why she was disrobing, and also if Malin herself would need to change her clothes.
 

lilithsboy

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Eras looks about for a moment something is not right then he realizes he smells lemon, a very rare herb has that sent it increases arousal in anyone around it while making them easier to seduce... Eras has used it once or twice in order to get people in compromising positions and blackmail information or some other item he wishes out of them. "Why that devious little gnome, I wonder exactly what he thinks he is doing?" He goes for the entrance to the tent but stops to admire Amirle, never really having cared for social conventions he is unconcerned with his own image as much.

"So big guy are you interested or should I step outside for some air?"
 

bodman54

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Amreil looks at the newcomer appraisalingly. "Step outside," he says gruffly. He goes back to watching the women. He admitted that the trifling looked good in the outfit. To bad about her devil's heritage though. Can't trust them. He made sure to keep an eye on those two. The elf and human were fine in his opinion. This newcomer though, sorcery made h it s skin crawl. And this man reeked of it.
 

lilithsboy

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Chuckling to himself Eras does just that going to find the gnome to find out what his game was, why had he left them alone as opposed to having his daughter in the initial meeting, the gnome has no idea who he might have invited into the shop they could easily be robbing him blind even now.
 
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Illven

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Alexandria giggled as Malin offered to disrobe her. "We're trying on... New more revealing outfits." She giggles as she waves her long hair flirtatiously turning around so Malin was looking at her back. "Feel free to get close~" She purred.
 
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ChrisGabriel

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While Malin squirmed her way inside the already fully packed with humanoids and their things, bags, and clothes tent, she seemed to forget all about the supposedly scented handkerchief the gnome tried to gave her.

Eras is standing at the supposed front of the tent, trying to find the entrance he sneaked in too, but it seems that the gnome had basically baricaded it from the inside with clothes when he made space for his guests, and even when he finally find the material of the tent, it is meticulously tied closed. As in it would be easier to just cut the strings all along the flap of a door, than tie it open.

Meanwhile the six inside is kind of hot, starting sweating and obviously feel the arousal, all that armor feels a little too much. At least every one appears very good looking, be it male or female, and every one of them somewhat exotic, there is nothing ordinary - or even with lingering death - about them, not like what could be found outside. The gnome seems to have choosen them and put them together mainly vecause of their comeliness and definitely non-death-conform...

But just as anyone finally would made his or her way out, the gnome returns with a female one...
... and has another handkerchief in his small hands, upending the remains of a small vial on it.

The girl seems to be on the thin side, almost malnourished, the brown aged leather and dark colored hair making the otherwise supposedly vibrant teen kind of ... well, dark. Reaching a yard or meter of height, she could not weight more than fifty pounds with all her equipment. A hard contrast to her picture that was shown around..

"Here, Melanie, help the nice guests!" the father pushes her towards the opening, holding the handkerchief to her face "Hold this here, the door is kind of acting up again... Oh, by the way, happy birthday, and have fun storming the mound!" with his parting words, Lerik easily push the girl forward and invards. "Be kind, sir, and help her inside all the way every way please!"

Then as she is stumbling inside, the male gnome stands back and gestures, mutters something...
 

Illven

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"Aw, cutie. Are you okay?" Alexandria asked giggled as the effects of the mind control still coursed through her being.
 
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