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HavokAK — Sat, 14 Nov 2020 01:34:53 GMT

HavokAK: /* Is it allowed? */

==Is it allowed?==

Yes, as long as you include acknowledgement of the original authors, and include a link back to this site, i would say it's permissible to post it on another site. --[[User:Platypus|Platypus]] 20:45, 13 November 2020 (UTC)

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Hello Regin345, thank you for the offer, this is very nice of you. Unfortunately i can't agree to this as the stories get edited and re-edited a lot here, so any single page doesnt belong to one specific writer after a while, so it wouldnt be fair for me to take any credit by having my name in the description. If i decide to write a new story without allowing anyone to edit it, i would be happy to share it on Chyoa.com and take full credit. HavokAK 14 November 2020

D&D: HFF: Careful approach, you are not in the best tactical condition

HavokAK — Mon, 09 Nov 2020 22:45:34 GMT

HavokAK: Created page with 'You take a breath and clear your mind of any distractions. The forest fades into a green background of nothingness; the figures around you become expressionless shapes. The only …'

You take a breath and clear your mind of any distractions. The forest fades into a green background of nothingness; the figures around you become expressionless shapes. The only sound you hear is your steady breath. The only movements you see are the footwork and crude attacks of the goblins. The whole world is moving slower, the colors are dull and distant, your motions a finely calibrated choreography of least exertion and maximum effect. Any attack that wouldn’t take out a target becomes an unnecessary waste of time. Any incoming hit that wouldn’t warrant a more active response is evaded with minimum effort. Now and then, the edge of a weapon brushes against your skin, missing its intended target. A few superficial scratches are an acceptable price to pay for maintaining your tempo and posture.

The goblins attack from every direction with wild determination, putting their full strength behind every hit. They have stopped screaming and cursing now, their breathing becoming harder, their foreheads wet with perspiration. A full minute has passed without even one of them managing to land a good hit. You had the time to measure their reach, their speed, the extent of their skill. You change your stance, throw your hair back and look for an opening.

The goblin to your left makes an overambitious lunge with its pointy stick. It looks so slow and clumsy, even an amateur would know how to respond. The stick is deflected by your dagger, your axe arriving at the same time to separate the goblin’s head from its neck. Before the creatures have time to get over the momentary shock, a kick sends another of the attackers crushing into the shallow stream, the back of its head meeting the wet stones under the surface, painting the cold waters with blood. Another attack comes from your side, the green monster looking pale and desperate as it has just figured it is now the prey, instead of the predator. Your axe moves fast, slicing the air until it chops through flesh and bone and wood, cutting off the goblin’s fingers along with the handle of its club, making it cry in agony. The last attacker shifts its gaze from one defeated monster to the next, its eyes wide with fear. You allow yourself a smug grin and comment “Prepare to meet the big goblin mama in the sky, loser”. It didn’t have time to register your words before your knife was tossed hard into the goblin’s forehead, only the crossguard stopping its flight through the creature’s brains.

The last survivor is still screaming in pain, kneeling and holding its mangled hands in the air. You walk slowly towards it, shaking your hips in a confident gait. You kick it to the ground and kneel over it, bringing your faces close. “How stupid do you feel now?” The goblin is in no shape to respond, whimpering and trembling under your gaze. You decide to end its misery, enough time was wasted and you still have more important things to do. The edge of you axe is pressed on its neck and a sharp pull takes the life out of its eyes.

You stand, shake the hair out of your face and look around. Everything is quiet once again, the forest taking its form again in your eyes, from a green background to a million colors and shapes. The birds and rodents return after a while, getting back to their natural behavior as the riot of loud sounds and violence has ended. You examine the scene and silently take note of your best moves and your mistakes. This was handled well, not your best performance but a pretty good result considering your initial disadvantages.

Looking down at your body you notice all the blood. Most of it isn’t yours but you let a soft sigh when you consider having to bathe again in the icy waters. Oh, well…

It takes a bit more than expected to dislodge the knife from the dead goblin’s skull. You kneel by the stream and wash your weapons until all the disgusting bodily fluids are gone and your can catch your reflection on their blades. You close your eyes and breathe slowly, calming yourself before getting through the chore of washing your skin with freezing water, again, when the very loud sound of a hunting horn comes from the trees somewhere close. The sound echoes for a few moments, distorting as it bounces around the deep canopy, becoming more like the call of a giant wild beast. As it finally subsides you can hear the footsteps coming from the direction the goblins must have arrived. A satyr appears between the trees, a fey of the forest. He is holding a big hunting horn with ornate carving and a spear, carrying a sack made of deer skin on his back. He notices you and gives a big smile

“Fair lady, did you happen to see any goblins pass this wa-“, his question is cut short as he spots the dismembered corpses between him and where you’re standing. He raises a brow, crooks his smile in an expression of amusement and continues “Well, seems like the fair lady handled these ruffians quite well by herself. Would you care for some honeyed wine? It’s the least I can offer for helping me deal with them. Lykomedes the hunter, at your service” he says, giving a courtly, if somewhat exaggerated bow.

[[D&D: HFF: Grab your gear and keep moving]]

[[D&D: HFF: Resting and drinking sounds good right now]]

[[Category: Dungeons and Dragons]]

D&D: HFF: Charge the foolish creatures with all your speed and fury

HavokAK — Sun, 08 Nov 2020 20:47:47 GMT

HavokAK: Created page with 'You dash towards the closest goblin, you body moving like a coiled spring being released. Before it has a moment to blink, your make contact knee-first into its jaw and you hear …'

You dash towards the closest goblin, you body moving like a coiled spring being released. Before it has a moment to blink, your make contact knee-first into its jaw and you hear a sickening sound of crashing bones and teeth. Your cry of “Tempus” echoes in the woods, sending all nearby birds high into the open sky. Before your feet have even touched the ground, your axe whooshes in a wide swing and slashes another goblin on its cheek, narrowly missing its eye and cuts its ear in half. Every vein in your temple is pulsing hard, your vision zeroes in on your targets shutting off the rest of the world and your ears fill with the violent drumbeat in your heart. There is no time for thoughts and strategy; you have practiced these moves for so long that they became a second nature, every muscle attuned to this furious dance of death.

The little creatures are taken back by this display of rapid violence and anger but it holds them still for only a moment, their evil appetite for destruction combined with their primal need for sustenance, preferably at the expense of others, makes them regain their focus and attack from all sides. Their bodies are short and weak, their weapons crude and any move they make is void of any sense of training or skill at arms. Fighting, however, is part of their nature and upbringing and they have an aptitude for inflicting pain. Seeing an unarmed, young human female in their home turf has given them all the motivation they would need to attack. They swing their wooden arms with all the raw force they can muster while screaming and cursing all around you.

You swing and parry in every direction, faster than they can respond. They are trying to flank you as you expected, but they still can’t find any opening in your whirlwind of steel. You cut of a few fingers here, make a nasty gash on a chest there, never letting your feet stay in one spot for more than a second. A few of their clumsy attacks manage to graze your skin leaving shallow bloody marks, but you never gave any opening for an attack that could really threaten you. The world has become a blurry background of green and red, your senses only focusing on the movement of weapons, on fast breathing and faster footwork, on striking with force and deflecting with swiftness. An opening presents itself as the creature with the broken jaw draws back its sharp stick, ready to lunge at you, leaving its upper body unprotected. It only realized your move when your axe crashed into the side of its skull, eyes frozen in a wide expression of terror as its life was taken.

You try to move your axe to block an incoming hit, only to realize you are moving too slowly for it, your axe stuck in the dead goblin’s mess of a head. You end up lifting the whole corpse with your move but it was already late, the edge of the pointy stick already slashing the surface of the skin on your dominant hand’s biceps, giving you a biting sense of sharp pain, as if your skin was touching a flame. Your fingers lose their grip on your axe and you howl in frustration and anger. The ugly monsters cackle and cheer, their eyes looking hungrier than before. Armed only with a dagger in your off-hand you try to make the best use out of kicks and quick lunges with the short blade but you start feeling more desperate than bloodthirsty, seeing your favorite weapon taken from your reach and the remaining creatures becoming bolder with their attacks.

It took only a few more moment of struggle before a club blow to your wrist deprived you of your knife. You try to wrestle but even with their puny size, three creatures are enough to force you to the ground, biting your knees and striking your back. They jump on top of you and despite your best efforts they manage to pin down your flailing limbs. The one with the sliced cheek is sitting on your chest, the blood running from its face not enough to discourage it from savoring its victory. It smiles from ear to almost-ear as it looks in your wrathful eyes, the stench of its breath hitting your nose as it starts to speak:

“Human stupid. We only take humanses food. Now human hurts us, kills Bog-Bog. Now we hurts human too” it says with malice in its voice.

“Choke on your blood and die” you snap back. Your face is sweaty and bright red with anger, but your remark sounded less confident than you expected. Despite your struggle the goblins have a firm hold on you and your body is hurting from a dozen different cuts and bruises.

The goblin on top of you licks its lips and presses down its fingers on your more serious wound, making your body shake violently and your teeth clench. A growl escapes your lips as you feel a sharp burning sensation travel from your injured biceps to your head. The goblins chuckle in malevolent joy as they watch you suffer.

“I will chop of your heads and squash your brains the moment I’m up, you filthy bastards”, you say through gritted teeth. You have been through pain before and you are not going to let these filthy weaklings enjoy this, no matter how much this hurts.

The goblins lose their jubilant smiles for a moment, casting a quick glance at the remains of their lifeless comrade. The one above you pulls back its fingers for a moment and looks at your glowering face without blinking. It stays silent for a while, looking lost in thought, before a sardonic smile appears again on its face. It takes a better look at your naked breasts as they move with every breath you take, you skin shining with cold water and hot sweat, your defiant but beautiful face, crowned by the long locks of wet hair on the grass around it. You feel something pressing on your stomach and before you have enough time to figure its origin, you see the head of the creature’s phallus grow beyond the flimsy rags that covered it, coming to rest between your breasts. It has a darker shade of green than the rest of the goblin’s skin and its surface looks lumpy, uglier than what you’d have guessed but also surprisingly large for a creature of this size, not much smaller than an average human male member.

“If human wants scares us, we know how show human who’s boss” it says looking at you with a different kind of hunger.

The other goblins understand his intentions quickly and you are filled with horror and revulsion as you see them cast the rags they wear to the ground, showing you their green cocks growing bigger and harder. You stop struggling to get up and feel like if ice was rising up your spine. You were not ready for this.

[[D&D: HFF: Try desperately to shake them off]]

[[D&D: HFF: Try to beg or bargain]]

[[Category: Dungeons and Dragons]]

D&D: HFF: Explore the outskirts of the forest

HavokAK — Sat, 07 Nov 2020 22:17:46 GMT

HavokAK: Created page with 'The forest feels alive around you. The songs of birds create a unique melody, accompanied by the occasional call of other animals going through their daily life. Your hand is clo…'

The forest feels alive around you. The songs of birds create a unique melody, accompanied by the occasional call of other animals going through their daily life. Your hand is close over the handle of your axe by force of habit, but you feel serene in these woods, taking a moment to close your eyes and absorb everything your other senses can gather. Your movements on the soft grass are almost inaudible to your human ears, the only sounds clearly coming from you being produced by steel clacking on steel, as the assortment of weapons and armor provides a steady rhythm with every step you take.

You make good progress in scouting the outskirts of the forest for any landmarks and places of interest. These will be important in mapping this area and avoid losing any time walking in circles, in case you can’t see the sun and stars over the canopy of the forest. You have done this once before and know the right way to make a mental picture of the sites you have visited and their directions. You start thinking that all these tree-hugging rangers probably oversell their skills in exploration, to make some profit from ignorant city folk that pay for the thrill of adventure. What good is a warrior that only sticks to two kinds of weapons anyway, lazy bastards…?

Your arrogant internal rant is cut short by the distinct sound of running water. It only takes a moment to figure out the direction and after a short jog your stand before a small stream of water, running fast between the trees. After tapping your feet to scare away any snakes, you take a knee and dip your hand in the icy waters, feeling the smoothness of the rocks and pebbles under the surface. It’s fresh and very cold to the touch, possibly coming all the way from the Sword Mountains that now stand hidden behind the dense foliage. The thought of washing your body with handfuls of ice cold water makes you wince, but you can’t bear to spend another day inhaling the foul odors coming up the neckline of your armor. A minute of thought passes as you stand over the stream, gazing into the shiny water. The silence is finally broken by your backpack hitting the ground, soon followed by your arms and armor, boots and finally your clothes, covering the pile of equipment in their vibrant purple colors. For a moment you feel suddenly self aware of your image, wearing only your underwear in the middle of an unfamiliar forest. You brush such thoughts aside and take off the final pieces of fabric covering you.

You stand naked on the soft grass, your feet feeling its wet coolness. The air is still, the rays of the sun pierce the forest canopy, keeping you warm. You enjoy this feeling of freedom for a moment, the only sound around you coming from the running water, with nothing else moving in sight. You kneel by the edge of the stream and sink your hands in, halfway to your elbows, waiting for your body to adjust to the temperature. You take a deep breath and reluctantly bring small handfuls of water to wash your body, rubbing them on your skin to create some heat through the friction. It doesn’t really help, your skin already having goose bumps all over, muscles tensing with the feeling of freezing water on their warm surface. You are determined to get this over with, clenching your teeth you continue the process until every place is touched at least once. Your lips involuntarily shake and your nipples get painfully hard but you soldier on, remembering times that you had to go through worse, rationalizing the situation and trying to downplay your discomfort. It doesn’t take more than a few minutes to get used to the change and you naturally start to relax, finishing your task in a more dignified pace. Your olive skin is reflecting the sunlight; droplets of clear water fall to the soil around you, your shiny black hair sticking on your shoulders and breasts, every muscle visible in its perfect form, with the faded old scars only enhancing the image of a healthy feminine warrior in the best years of her life.

Next are your clothes and undergarments, which you rub for a moment under the water and drop on your shield to dry. It won’t help much with their looks but if it looks good enough for a barracks inspection then it’s good enough for adventuring. Finishing with those, you pull you armor’s chest piece closer to wash the layer of dust properly, when you hear the unmistakable ''crack'' of a stick breaking under a foot. Your instinct takes over and without even thinking you grab your axe and a dagger as you turn to face whoever approaches, not wasting any time to stand up or cover your nakedness.

A gang of four goblins is standing only a few steps from you, their wicked grins somewhat dampened as they give nasty looks to the careless one still stepping on the broken twig. They look dirty and ragged, their teeth a gallery of every shade of yellow, contrasting their pale green skin and the earthly colors of the rags they’re wearing. You are familiar with their vile species and you can tell these aren’t really warrior material. Wooden clubs and pointy sticks, weathered deerskin stretched over branches passing off as shields, no pieces of armor made from metal, sunken cheeks and narrow bellies. Still, their beady eyes gleam with evil intent. They might be weak but they seem desperate enough to try anything and you are not exactly in the best attire for a proper fight. They have stopped their sneaky approach and seem to measure you, just as you do the same, waiting for your reaction, weighing their chances against your shiny weapons and aggressive posture, like a cornered cat waiting to pounce. Everything is silent and motionless for a few tense moments, until one of them screams a war cry in their primitive language. It’s time to teach these filthy creatures a lesson…

[[D&D: HFF: Charge the foolish creatures with all your speed and fury]]

[[D&D: HFF: Careful approach, you are not in the best tactical condition]]

[[Category: Dungeons and Dragons]]

D&D: HFF: Rest until morning

HavokAK — Fri, 06 Nov 2020 21:49:41 GMT

HavokAK: Created page with 'You drop your gear and bedroll on the grass outside the forest and unceremoniously fall on your old blanket. In a few minutes you have fallen asleep, all the exhaustion catching …'

You drop your gear and bedroll on the grass outside the forest and unceremoniously fall on your old blanket. In a few minutes you have fallen asleep, all the exhaustion catching up with you and your body lies perfectly still under the night sky. Soon the moon starts to cast its reflection on the metal surfaces of weapons and armor that haven’t yet been completely covered in dirt. Everything around you is quiet, a gentle breeze barely moving the leaves of the nearby trees.

A few loose strands of hair are stuck to your forehead, glued there by your sweat. Your body is finally calm and relaxed, your long shapely legs stretched over the fabric with the moonlight making their smooth lines shine in the night. The only movement comes from your breasts, slowly rising and sinking with every breath, on a chest free from the weight of metal armor. The breeze gently caresses your inner thighs under your short skirt like the touch of a lover, making the tiny hair on the back of your neck stand up and your lips open with an inaudible sigh. Your toes tingle as the cool air takes away the warmth of your boots and the tiredness of the travel.

Your senses have surrendered to Sehanine, the Goddess of Dreams, making you oblivious of the world around you. If only you could see the pair of eyes spying on you, behind the trees at the edge of the forest, taking in every detail of your statuesque form. If you could hear the sharp, irregular breath of someone, or something, captivated by your image. The figure stands motionless trying to remain unnoticed, the trees hiding its short fur from the light of the moon.

The hours pass and the rising sun bathes everything in glorious bright light and warmth. It takes a few moments for your eyes to open, looking up at a beautiful blue sky, without any clouds to spoil it. You stretch you limbs and let out a long yawn before jumping up to start your morning routine. After half an hour of light exercise and hearty breakfast you feel fresh and ready to conquer the world. Making a mental note to hopefully find some stream to wash yourself later, you start putting on your gear. A few slaps take care of some of the dust covering your armor and you put it on, followed by your boots, weapons and backpack. You give a quick, silent prayer to Tempus and focus your eyes on the forest. “Today is going to be a productive day” you mutter with a smirk and with confidence in your eyes.

[[D&D: HFF: Explore the outskirts of the forest]]

[[D&D: HFF: Head to the nearby village]]

[[Category: Dungeons and Dragons]]

D&D: HFF: Move inside the forest now

HavokAK — Fri, 06 Nov 2020 17:56:08 GMT

HavokAK:

After a moment of rest, you decide the best course of action would be to make good use out of the last hour of sunlight by exploring the edge of the forest. You sweep the sweat off your brow, drink a bit of water out of your flask and rest one hand on the handle of your axe while walking between the branches of the first trees.

Everything casts a long shadow and your human senses aren’t well suited to the dark so you start moving slightly faster, determined to find at least something, anything useful to make this day feel more meaningful before you sleep for the night. You recall the words of the woman who trained you. “Don’t rush head first into danger, warriors are bound to find danger either way”. Well, what did she know, she was stuck in the city working as a trainer in a second class fencing school, if this goes well you will find this treasure and live like a noble.

The forest feels calm, full of strong natural aromas, beautiful flowers and lively small creatures. The air is soft and cooler than before, a welcome change after all these days of walking under the sun. You make a mental note to sleep with a light bed sheet if you make camp under the trees.

The time passes without any significant event and the light fades somewhere in horizon behind you, the sun completely concealed by the trees for a while now. It’s increasingly more difficult to see, so you take a final step and take a good look of the terrain around you. You are pretty sure you remember the exact path you took in case you want to go back to the edge of the forest and rest there. You think you can smell the faint aroma of burning wood somewhere, not too far from here, a sign that someone is possibly cooking before making camp in this woods? You haven’t seen any signs of civilized life so far but it wouldn’t be impossible. Lastly, you consider pressing on just a little bit more. It would be hard to see and it would take you even further from the option of resting outside the forest but you are too excited to give up on this day just yet.

You could head back to the edge of the forest and

[[D&D: HFF: Rest until morning]] or

[[D&D: HFF: Look for the source of the campfire]]

[[D&D: HFF: Dare to explore further in the dark]]

[[Category: Dungeons and Dragons]]

D&D: HFF: Move inside the forest now

HavokAK — Fri, 06 Nov 2020 17:54:41 GMT

HavokAK:

After a moment of rest, you decide the best course of action would be to make good use out of the last hour of sunlight by exploring the edge of the forest. You sweep the sweat off your brow, drink a bit of water out of your flask and rest one hand on the handle of your axe while walking between the branches of the first trees.

Everything casts a long shadow and your human senses aren’t well suited to the dark so you start moving slightly faster, determined to find at least something, anything useful to make this day feel more meaningful before you sleep for the night. You recall the words of the woman who trained you. “Don’t rush head first into danger, warriors are bound to find danger either way”. Well, what did she know, she was stuck in the city training working in a second class fencing school, if this goes well you will find this treasure and live like a noble.

The forest feels calm, full of strong natural aromas, beautiful flowers and lively small creatures. The air is soft and cooler than before, a welcome change after all these days of walking under the sun. You make a mental note to sleep with a light bed sheet if you make camp under the trees.

The time passes without any significant event and the light fades somewhere in horizon behind you, the sun completely concealed by the trees for a while now. It’s increasingly more difficult to see, so you take a final step and take a good look of the terrain around you. You are pretty sure you remember the exact path you took in case you want to go back to the edge of the forest and rest there. You think you can smell the faint aroma of burning wood somewhere, not too far from here, a sign that someone is possibly cooking before making camp in this woods? You haven’t seen any signs of civilized life so far but it wouldn’t be impossible. Lastly, you consider pressing on just a little bit more. It would be hard to see and it would take you even further from the option of resting outside the forest but you are too excited to give up on this day just yet.

You could head back to the edge of the forest and

[[D&D: HFF: Rest until morning]] or

[[D&D: HFF: Look for the source of the campfire]]

[[D&D: HFF: Dare to explore further in the dark]]

[[Category: Dungeons and Dragons]]

D&D: HFF: Move inside the forest now

HavokAK — Fri, 06 Nov 2020 17:54:13 GMT

HavokAK: Created page with 'After a moment of rest, you decide the best course of action would be to make good use out of the last hour of sunlight by exploring the edge of the forest. You sweep the sweat o…'

After a moment of rest, you decide the best course of action would be to make good use out of the last hour of sunlight by exploring the edge of the forest. You sweep the sweat off your brow, drink a bit of water out of your flask and rest one hand on the handle of your axe while walking between the branches of the first trees.

Everything casts a long shadow and your human senses aren’t well suited to the dark so you start moving slightly faster, determined to find at least something, anything useful to make this day feel more meaningful before you sleep for the night. You recall the words of the woman who trained you. “Don’t rush head first into danger, warriors are bound to find danger either way”. Well, what did she know, she was stuck in the city training working in a second class fencing school, if this goes well you will find this treasure and live like a noble.

The forest feels calm, full of strong natural aromas, beautiful flowers and lively small creatures. The air is soft and cooler than before, a welcome change after all these days of walking under the sun. You make a mental note to sleep with a light bed sheet if you make camp under the trees.

The time passes without any significant event and the light fades somewhere in horizon behind you, the sun completely concealed by the trees for a while now. It’s increasingly more difficult to see, so you take a final step and take a good look of the terrain around you. You are pretty sure you remember the exact path you took in case you want to go back to the edge of the forest and rest there. You think you can smell the faint aroma of burning wood somewhere, not too far from here, a sign that someone is possibly cooking before making camp in this woods? You haven’t seen any signs of civilized life so far but it wouldn’t be impossible. Lastly, you consider pressing on just a little bit more. It would be hard to see and it would take you even further from the option of resting outside the forest but you are too excited to give up on this day just yet.

You could head back to the edge of the forest and
[[D&D: HFF: Rest until morning]] or
[[D&D: HFF: Look for the source of the campfire]]
[[D&D: HFF: Dare to explore further in the dark]]

[[Category: Dungeons and Dragons]]

D&D: Female Human Fighter

HavokAK — Thu, 05 Nov 2020 07:05:48 GMT

HavokAK:

As the sun lazily settles behind your back, the weight on your feet feels lifted. You have finally ended your long march and you take a deep breath. You reached your destination, the outskirts of the forest on the base of the Sword Mountains, near Waterdeep. If your information was correct, somewhere in these woods you will find the ruins of a tower belonging to Krag the Pretty Awesome, a legendary adventurer of an age long past.

The caravan master that you guarded last month was a decent man and gifted you with this knowledge when you parted ways, promising that you would find here Krag’s hoard, or at least some of his fabled weapons. You thought a treasure this old might have been taken long ago, but this was just too good of an opportunity to pass up, so you walked the last five days alone to this forest, with dreams of magical weapons and enchanted artifacts waiting to be found.

Sweat makes you olive skin shine, moving from your jet black hair to your thick brows and falling off your nose and chin. You have strong features, from your dark eyes to the sharp lines of your cheeks. Your hair is pulled back tight, forming a simple braid that doesn’t interfere with physical activity. There are many small cuts and scars on your skin, some new and some old, but they do not take anything away from your natural beauty. Underneath your clothes and armor there is a tall muscular body at its peak, both feminine and strong that easily gives away the truth about your profession and training. Long slim legs with tight muscles, supporting a well rounded ass that turns many heads with its gravity defying firmness. Combined with a flat stomach with defined lines and broad shoulders, they give you an hourglass figure distinctly different from other women. Your breasts are noticeable under your armor without being too big to ever impede your athleticism.

You are well prepared for battle and well supplied. Sturdy scale armor protects most of your upper body, leaving your neck and face exposed while your arms are covered with smaller pieces of the same material. Two screens of the same material are tied to your shoulders instead of simple pauldrons, in the style of the warriors from the foreign lands this armor was made in. The armor comes down to your upper thighs and metal plates cover your shins. The whole suit is covered in a layer of black lacquer, with a thin coat of dirt in desperate need of cleaning. Under your armor you are wearing a long sleeved purple shirt of cheap but durable manufacture and a matching short skirt. Weathered leather boots come up the length of your legs, ending just below the skirt, leaving a strip of skin exposed.

You carry a masterwork quality battleaxe, with a small round shield and a brand new composite bow hanging from your back. You also have a few knives hidden in your belt and boots. You have brought a few useful potions and adventuring supplies in your backpack but your dried rations are almost depleted. A small symbol of Tempus and a few lucky charms hang from your neck.

You think to yourself you could start exploring the forest with the few rays of the sun remaining or get some rest here and start fresh in the morning. Regarding your depleting rations, you think you could certainly hunt in the forest but it takes time and you can see a village just a couple of hours away, with the promise of hot food and fresh rations making your mouth wet. You try to shut off any dark thoughts of the tower being empty and the logic of you even being here instead of the city of Waterdeep.

[[D&D: HFF: Move inside the forest now]]

[[D&D: HFF: Rest until morning]]

[[D&D: HFF: Head to the nearby village]]

[[D&D: HFF: This is pointless, move towards Waterdeep]]

[[Category: Dungeons and Dragons]]

D&D: Female Human Fighter

HavokAK — Thu, 05 Nov 2020 07:01:04 GMT

HavokAK: Created page with '== D&D: Female Human Fighter == As the sun lazily settles behind your back, the weight on your feet feels lifted. You have finally ended your long march and you take a deep bre…'

== D&D: Female Human Fighter ==

As the sun lazily settles behind your back, the weight on your feet feels lifted. You have finally ended your long march and you take a deep breath. You reached your destination, the outskirts of the forest on the base of the Sword Mountains, near Waterdeep. If your information was correct, somewhere in these woods you will find the ruins of a tower belonging to Krag the Pretty Awesome, a legendary adventurer of an age long past.

The caravan master that you guarded last month was a decent man and gifted you with this knowledge when you parted ways, promising that you would find here Krag’s hoard, or at least some of his fabled weapons. You thought a treasure this old might have been taken long ago, but this was just too good of an opportunity to pass up, so you walked the last five days alone to this forest, with dreams of magical weapons and enchanted artifacts waiting to be found.

Sweat makes you olive skin shine, moving from your jet black hair to your thick brows and falling off your nose and chin. You have strong features, from your dark eyes to the sharp lines of your cheeks. Your hair is pulled back tight, forming a simple braid that doesn’t interfere with physical activity. There are many small cuts and scars on your skin, some new and some old, but they do not take anything away from your natural beauty. Underneath your clothes and armor there is a tall muscular body at its peak, both feminine and strong that easily gives away the truth about your profession and training. Long slim legs with tight muscles, supporting a well rounded ass that turns many heads with its gravity defying firmness. Combined with a flat stomach with defined lines and broad shoulders, they give you an hourglass figure distinctly different from other women. Your breasts are noticeable under your armor without being too big to ever impede your athleticism.

You are well prepared for battle and well supplied. Sturdy scale armor protects most of your upper body, leaving your neck and face exposed while your arms are covered with smaller pieces of the same material. Two screens of the same material are tied to your shoulders instead of simple pauldrons, in the style of the warriors from the foreign lands this armor was made in. The armor comes down to your upper thighs and metal plates cover your shins. The whole suit is covered in a layer of black lacquer, with a thin coat of dirt in desperate need of cleaning. Under your armor you are wearing a long sleeved purple shirt of cheap but durable manufacture and a matching short skirt. Weathered leather boots come up the length of your legs, ending just below the skirt, leaving a strip of skin exposed.

You carry a masterwork quality battleaxe, with a small round shield and a brand new composite bow hanging from your back. You also have a few knives hidden in your belt and boots. You have brought a few useful potions and adventuring supplies in your backpack but your dried rations are almost depleted. A small symbol of Tempus and a few lucky charms hang from your neck.

You think to yourself you could start exploring the forest with the few rays of the sun remaining or get some rest here and start fresh in the morning. Regarding your depleting rations, you think you could certainly hunt in the forest but it takes time and you can see a village just a couple of hours away, with the promise of hot food and fresh rations making your mouth wet. You try to shut off any dark thoughts of the tower being empty and the logic of you even being here instead of the city of Waterdeep.

[[D&D: HFF: Move inside the forest now]]

[[D&D: HFF: Rest until morning]]

[[D&D: HFF: Head to the nearby village]]

[[D&D: HFF: This is pointless, move towards Waterdeep]]

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