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Totemist at 18:19, 11 December 2014

Totemist — Thu, 11 Dec 2014 18:19:23 GMT

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	Krystal stood still for a moment, trying to absorb what the surprisingly curvy female had just told. Inevitably, her mind kept circling back to "E-Earn my keep?"		Krystal stood still for a moment, trying to absorb what the surprisingly curvy female had just told. Inevitably, her mind kept circling back to "E-Earn my keep?"

-	~~Doees~~ she:	+	Does she:
	*[[LoK Ask about what she's expected to do to "earn her keep".]]		*[[LoK Ask about what she's expected to do to "earn her keep".]]
	*[[LoK Ask about the Seven Blades.]]		*[[LoK Ask about the Seven Blades.]]

Totemist at 18:18, 11 December 2014

Totemist — Thu, 11 Dec 2014 18:18:39 GMT

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	Doees she:		Doees she:
-	*[[LoK ~~Remain calm and try to find out more~~ about her ~~situation~~.]]	+	*[[LoK Ask about what she's expected to do to "earn her keep".]]
-	*[[LoK ~~Rush out~~ the ~~door to escape~~.]]	+	*[[LoK Ask about the Seven Blades.]]
-	*[[(LoK~~) Attack Liz\|attack Liz?~~]]	+	*[[LoK Ask about the lizard-girl.]]
		+	*[[LoK Ask about her "Amour".]]

Totemist at 18:09, 11 December 2014

Totemist — Thu, 11 Dec 2014 18:09:32 GMT

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-	Gradually, Krystal ~~opens her eyes to a~~ woven ceiling and ~~stretches stiffly, noticing an odd flavour in~~ her ~~mouth~~. ~~She briefly wonders why she's so sore in such a comfortable- ''~~Wait~~, whose bed am I in~~?'' She ~~sits~~ up ~~quickly~~, ~~resulting in~~ a dull pain in her ~~head~~, ~~and examines her surroundings. She seems to be~~ in a primitive hut with ~~slightly less primitive~~ furniture~~. In addition to the bed there is a small table with two chairs. In the middle of the hut rests a cookfire with a pot hanging over it. Krystal sniffs the air hungrily~~, ~~noticing again that odd taste that seems to cling to her tongue. Whatever is~~ in ~~that pot however smells delicious, drawing her to her feet with~~ a ~~rustle~~ of ~~cloth and a jingle of jewelery~~. Surprised, she looks down at her attire. ''Where is my flight suit?'' Her usual full body attire has been replaced with a tiny golden top with bits of cloth covering a small portion of her generous bosom and a thin golden belt with a loincloth attached to it. A space has been left in the rear flap for her tail. ''I'll have to be careful how I move in this. A sudden motion or stray breeze could leave me completely exposed'' she worries. Various golden trinkets decorate her limbs and tail as well. Her stomach growls, drawing her back toward the large pot. As she leans over it however, she hears footsteps from ~~outside and falls back into~~ a defensive stance. Despite all her previous travels and experiences, what comes through the door is still a surprise. The creature that enters is tall and lithe, with green and grey scales covering her body. She ~~wears a skimpy black thong~~ and a black top that barely contains her massive breasts. Her calves are wrapped in black straps and a black headdress frames her sharp features. The fierce beauty glances at Krystal, "Oh good, you're awake", before striding gracefully toward the boiling pot. "You must be hungry", she says over her shoulder as she begins to stir its contents. "Who are you?", Krystal asks, "Where am I?" "My name is Liz", the woman responds, "And this is my hut." She carefully tastes the soup "Hmm, almost there..." "How did I get here?" Krystal persists. "I'~~m sure you'll remember soon. Our warriors brought you~~ here ~~to recover after your ship crashed~~ in the ~~jungle~~. ~~You were in rough shape~~, ~~but you seem to have recovered remarkably quickly." ''Well~~, ~~I am Cerinian''~~, ~~thinks Krystal. ''Wait~~, ~~warriors? Ship crashed?'' The lizard woman pulls out a wooden bottle containing a milky white substance and pours it into the pot. That now familiar smell wafts toward Krystal~~, ~~nagging at her memory~~. ~~''Perhaps they simply fed me while I was unconscious~~.'' Liz tests the mixture once more, "Mmm, perfect", before pouring some into a bowl and handing it to Krystal, who gulps it down hungrily. As the delicious soup slides down her throat she notices that strange taste again, when suddenly it clicks and her memory comes flooding back. ''Crash... Warriors... Male lizards... Oh NOOOoooo...'' She looks up at the woman in front of her, who smiles. ~~"Welcome to Sharpclaw Village~~."	+	Gradually, Krystal drifted back into consciousness, glancing blearily around the room, confused at the woven ceiling and rough cloth on her bedframe. Wait... Bed? She sat up, wincing at a dull pain in the base of her skull, seeing that she was in a primitive hut with some admittedly nice furniture, in a rustic sort of way. Heirlooms from a relatively wealthy past? She shook off idle thoughts and concentrated on how she'd gotten here in the first place. Stupid Fox, Mining Corp, Courier, Fialing Systems, Goddamnit, Slippy... Ah.

		+	She cringed slightly, realizing now where she'd remembered the scent she'd picked up before going out of it completely. So now she was a Sharpclaw captive, and, if she remembered correctly, they had at least enough interest in her female form for one to cop a feel while she was out. Or, at least, that's all she'd ''remembered'' that they'd done...

-	~~Does~~ she:	+	She stood up shakily, noting her new outfit. A ridiculous garment just shy of a prostitutes costume, gold and white cloth and engraved jewlery. She blushed, realizing that she's have to move carefully to avoid exposing herself completely while wearing this. Brushing the cloth back into place to preserve what little modesty she had left, she started at a quiet chuckle from the other end of the room.
		+
		+	Turning slowly, cursing herself for her lack of awareness, she caught one of the most surprising sights of her life. Sitting at the table, long legs crossed over a corner, was a vision in green. A tall, shapely, well-endowed female with smooth green skin and a short muzzle beneath dark and playful eyes, a long, thick reptilian tail dancing behind her. This, thought Krystal, was what a Sharpclaw female looked like. Damn.
		+
		+	"I suppose you have some questions, soft-fur," the smiling lizard-girl intoned, "So let me get the most obvious out of the way: Your ship crashed in the land of the Seven Blades Sharpclaw Tribe, and was little more than a pile of scrap wrapped around you when we found it. The warriors brought you here to recover, where you stayed blissfully asleep on my spare bed for nearly two days. As of now you are effectively property of the Seven Blades, as signified by your ceremonial.. Armour. You will be given room and board and have freedom of movement within the village but may not leave without permission and escort, and you'll have to... Earn your keep while you're here." She smiled salaciously at the staring vixen.
		+
		+	"Any other questions?"
		+
		+	Krystal stood still for a moment, trying to absorb what the surprisingly curvy female had just told. Inevitably, her mind kept circling back to "E-Earn my keep?"
		+
		+	Doees she:
	*[[LoK Remain calm and try to find out more about her situation.]]		*[[LoK Remain calm and try to find out more about her situation.]]
	*[[LoK Rush out the door to escape.]]		*[[LoK Rush out the door to escape.]]

Spycam at 19:44, 28 December 2012

Spycam — Fri, 28 Dec 2012 19:44:26 GMT

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-	Gradually, Krystal opens her eyes to a woven ceiling and stretches stiffly, noticing an odd flavour in her mouth. She briefly wonders why she's so sore in such a comfortable- ''Wait, whose bed am I in?'' She sits up quickly, resulting in a dull pain in her head, and examines her surroundings. She seems to be in a primitive hut with slightly less primitive furniture. In addition to the bed there is a small table with two chairs. In the middle of the hut rests a cookfire with a pot hanging over it. Krystal sniffs the air hungrily, noticing again that odd taste that seems to cling to her tongue. Whatever is in that pot however smells delicious, drawing her to her feet with a rustle of cloth and a jingle of jewelery. Surprised, she looks down at her attire. ''Where is my flight suit?'' Her usual full body attire has been replaced with a tiny golden top with bits of cloth covering a small portion of her generous bosom and a thin golden belt with a loincloth attached to it. A space has been left in the rear flap for her tail. ''I'll have to be careful how I move in this. A sudden motion or stray breeze could leave me completely exposed'' she worries. Various golden trinkets decorate her limbs as well. Her stomach growls, drawing her back toward the large pot. As she leans over it however, she hears footsteps from outside and falls back into a defensive stance. Despite all her previous travels and experiences, what comes through the door is still a surprise. The creature that enters is tall and lithe, with green and grey scales covering her body. She wears a skimpy black thong and a black top that barely contains her massive breasts. Her calves are wrapped in black straps and a black headdress frames her sharp features. The fierce beauty glances at Krystal, "Oh good, you're awake", before striding gracefully toward the boiling pot. "You must be hungry", she says over her shoulder as she begins to stir its contents. "Who are you?", Krystal asks, "Where am I?" "My name is Liz", the woman responds, "And this is my hut." She carefully tastes the soup "Hmm, almost there..." "How did I get here?" Krystal persists. "I'm sure you'll remember soon. Our warriors brought you here to recover after your ship crashed in the jungle. You were in rough shape, but you seem to have recovered remarkably quickly." ''Well, I am Cerinian'', thinks Krystal. ''Wait, warriors? Ship crashed?'' The lizard woman pulls out a wooden bottle containing a milky white substance and pours it into the pot. That now familiar smell wafts toward Krystal, nagging at her memory. ''Perhaps they simply fed me while I was unconscious.'' Liz tests the mixture once more, "Mmm, perfect", before pouring some into a bowl and handing it to Krystal, who gulps it down hungrily. As the delicious soup slides down her throat she notices that strange taste again, when suddenly it clicks and her memory comes flooding back. ''Crash... Warriors... Male lizards... Oh NOOOoooo...'' She looks up at the woman in front of her, who smiles. "Welcome to Sharpclaw Village."	+	Gradually, Krystal opens her eyes to a woven ceiling and stretches stiffly, noticing an odd flavour in her mouth. She briefly wonders why she's so sore in such a comfortable- ''Wait, whose bed am I in?'' She sits up quickly, resulting in a dull pain in her head, and examines her surroundings. She seems to be in a primitive hut with slightly less primitive furniture. In addition to the bed there is a small table with two chairs. In the middle of the hut rests a cookfire with a pot hanging over it. Krystal sniffs the air hungrily, noticing again that odd taste that seems to cling to her tongue. Whatever is in that pot however smells delicious, drawing her to her feet with a rustle of cloth and a jingle of jewelery. Surprised, she looks down at her attire. ''Where is my flight suit?'' Her usual full body attire has been replaced with a tiny golden top with bits of cloth covering a small portion of her generous bosom and a thin golden belt with a loincloth attached to it. A space has been left in the rear flap for her tail. ''I'll have to be careful how I move in this. A sudden motion or stray breeze could leave me completely exposed'' she worries. Various golden trinkets decorate her limbs and tail as well. Her stomach growls, drawing her back toward the large pot. As she leans over it however, she hears footsteps from outside and falls back into a defensive stance. Despite all her previous travels and experiences, what comes through the door is still a surprise. The creature that enters is tall and lithe, with green and grey scales covering her body. She wears a skimpy black thong and a black top that barely contains her massive breasts. Her calves are wrapped in black straps and a black headdress frames her sharp features. The fierce beauty glances at Krystal, "Oh good, you're awake", before striding gracefully toward the boiling pot. "You must be hungry", she says over her shoulder as she begins to stir its contents. "Who are you?", Krystal asks, "Where am I?" "My name is Liz", the woman responds, "And this is my hut." She carefully tastes the soup "Hmm, almost there..." "How did I get here?" Krystal persists. "I'm sure you'll remember soon. Our warriors brought you here to recover after your ship crashed in the jungle. You were in rough shape, but you seem to have recovered remarkably quickly." ''Well, I am Cerinian'', thinks Krystal. ''Wait, warriors? Ship crashed?'' The lizard woman pulls out a wooden bottle containing a milky white substance and pours it into the pot. That now familiar smell wafts toward Krystal, nagging at her memory. ''Perhaps they simply fed me while I was unconscious.'' Liz tests the mixture once more, "Mmm, perfect", before pouring some into a bowl and handing it to Krystal, who gulps it down hungrily. As the delicious soup slides down her throat she notices that strange taste again, when suddenly it clicks and her memory comes flooding back. ''Crash... Warriors... Male lizards... Oh NOOOoooo...'' She looks up at the woman in front of her, who smiles. "Welcome to Sharpclaw Village."

Spycam at 05:01, 12 November 2012

Spycam — Mon, 12 Nov 2012 05:01:06 GMT

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-	Gradually, Krystal opens her eyes to a woven ceiling and stretches stiffly, noticing an odd flavour in her mouth. She briefly wonders why she's so sore in such a comfortable- ''Wait, whose bed am I in?'' She sits up quickly, resulting in a dull pain in her head, and examines her surroundings. She seems to be in a primitive hut with slightly less primitive furniture. In addition to the bed there is a small table with two chairs. In the middle of the hut rests a cookfire with a pot hanging over it. Krystal sniffs the air hungrily, noticing again that odd taste that seems to cling to her tongue. Whatever is in that pot however smells delicious, drawing her to her feet with a rustle of cloth and a jingle of jewelery. Surprised, she looks down at her attire. ''Where is my flight suit?'' Her usual full body attire has been replaced with a tiny golden top with bits of cloth covering a small portion of her generous bosom and a thin golden belt with a loincloth attached to it. A space has been left in the rear flap for her tail. ''I'll have to be careful how I move in this. A sudden motion or stray breeze could leave me completely exposed'' she worries. Her stomach growls, drawing her back toward the large pot. As she leans over it however, she hears footsteps from outside and falls back into a defensive stance. Despite all her previous travels and experiences, what comes through the door is still a surprise. The creature that enters is tall and lithe, with green and grey scales covering her body. She wears a skimpy black thong and a black top that barely contains her massive breasts. Her calves are wrapped in black straps and a black headdress frames her sharp features. The fierce beauty glances at Krystal, "Oh good, you're awake", before striding gracefully toward the boiling pot. "You must be hungry", she says over her shoulder as she begins to stir its contents. "Who are you?", Krystal asks, "Where am I?" "My name is Liz", the woman responds, "And this is my hut." She carefully tastes the soup "Hmm, almost there..." "How did I get here?" Krystal persists. "I'm sure you'll remember soon. Our warriors brought you here to recover after your ship crashed in the jungle. You were in rough shape, but you seem to have recovered remarkably quickly." ''Well, I am Cerinian'', thinks Krystal. ''Wait, warriors? Ship crashed?'' The lizard woman pulls out a wooden bottle containing a milky white substance and pours it into the pot. That now familiar smell wafts toward Krystal, nagging at her memory. ''Perhaps they simply fed me while I was unconscious.'' Liz tests the mixture once more, "Mmm, perfect", before pouring some into a bowl and handing it to Krystal, who gulps it down hungrily. As the delicious soup slides down her throat she notices that strange taste again, when suddenly it clicks and her memory comes flooding back. ''Crash... Warriors... Male lizards... Oh NOOOoooo...'' She looks up at the woman in front of her, who smiles. "Welcome to Sharpclaw Village."	+	Gradually, Krystal opens her eyes to a woven ceiling and stretches stiffly, noticing an odd flavour in her mouth. She briefly wonders why she's so sore in such a comfortable- ''Wait, whose bed am I in?'' She sits up quickly, resulting in a dull pain in her head, and examines her surroundings. She seems to be in a primitive hut with slightly less primitive furniture. In addition to the bed there is a small table with two chairs. In the middle of the hut rests a cookfire with a pot hanging over it. Krystal sniffs the air hungrily, noticing again that odd taste that seems to cling to her tongue. Whatever is in that pot however smells delicious, drawing her to her feet with a rustle of cloth and a jingle of jewelery. Surprised, she looks down at her attire. ''Where is my flight suit?'' Her usual full body attire has been replaced with a tiny golden top with bits of cloth covering a small portion of her generous bosom and a thin golden belt with a loincloth attached to it. A space has been left in the rear flap for her tail. ''I'll have to be careful how I move in this. A sudden motion or stray breeze could leave me completely exposed'' she worries. Various golden trinkets decorate her limbs as well. Her stomach growls, drawing her back toward the large pot. As she leans over it however, she hears footsteps from outside and falls back into a defensive stance. Despite all her previous travels and experiences, what comes through the door is still a surprise. The creature that enters is tall and lithe, with green and grey scales covering her body. She wears a skimpy black thong and a black top that barely contains her massive breasts. Her calves are wrapped in black straps and a black headdress frames her sharp features. The fierce beauty glances at Krystal, "Oh good, you're awake", before striding gracefully toward the boiling pot. "You must be hungry", she says over her shoulder as she begins to stir its contents. "Who are you?", Krystal asks, "Where am I?" "My name is Liz", the woman responds, "And this is my hut." She carefully tastes the soup "Hmm, almost there..." "How did I get here?" Krystal persists. "I'm sure you'll remember soon. Our warriors brought you here to recover after your ship crashed in the jungle. You were in rough shape, but you seem to have recovered remarkably quickly." ''Well, I am Cerinian'', thinks Krystal. ''Wait, warriors? Ship crashed?'' The lizard woman pulls out a wooden bottle containing a milky white substance and pours it into the pot. That now familiar smell wafts toward Krystal, nagging at her memory. ''Perhaps they simply fed me while I was unconscious.'' Liz tests the mixture once more, "Mmm, perfect", before pouring some into a bowl and handing it to Krystal, who gulps it down hungrily. As the delicious soup slides down her throat she notices that strange taste again, when suddenly it clicks and her memory comes flooding back. ''Crash... Warriors... Male lizards... Oh NOOOoooo...'' She looks up at the woman in front of her, who smiles. "Welcome to Sharpclaw Village."

Spycam at 04:23, 12 November 2012

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-	Gradually, Krystal opens her eyes to a woven ceiling and stretches stiffly, noticing an odd flavour in her mouth. She briefly wonders why she's so sore in such a comfortable ''Wait, whose bed am I in?'' She sits up quickly, resulting in a dull pain in her head, and examines her surroundings. She seems to be in a primitive hut with slightly less primitive furniture. In addition to the bed there is a small table with two chairs. In the middle of the hut rests a cookfire with a pot hanging over it. Krystal sniffs the air hungrily, noticing again that odd taste that seems to cling to her tongue. Whatever is in that pot however smells delicious, drawing her to her feet with a rustle of cloth and a jingle of jewelery. Surprised, she looks down at her attire. ''Where is my flight suit?'' Her usual full body attire has been replaced with a tiny golden top with bits of cloth covering a small portion of her generous bosom and a thin golden belt with a loincloth attached to it. A space has been left in the rear flap for her tail. ''I'll have to be careful how I move in this. A sudden motion or stray breeze could leave me completely exposed'' she worries. Her stomach growls, drawing her back toward the large pot. As she leans over it however, she hears footsteps from outside and falls back into a defensive stance. Despite all her previous travels and experiences, what comes through the door is still a surprise. The creature that enters is tall and lithe, with green and grey scales covering her body. She wears a skimpy black thong and a black top that barely contains her massive breasts. Her calves are wrapped in black straps and a black headdress frames her sharp features. The fierce beauty glances at Krystal, "Oh good, you're awake", before striding gracefully toward the boiling pot. "You must be hungry", she says over her shoulder as she begins to stir its contents. "Who are you?", Krystal asks, "Where am I?" "My name is Liz", the woman responds, "And this is my hut." She carefully tastes the soup "Hmm, almost there..." "How did I get here?" Krystal persists. "I'm sure you'll remember soon. Our warriors brought you here to recover after your ship crashed in the jungle. You were in rough shape, but you seem to have recovered remarkably quickly." ''Well, I am Cerinian'', thinks Krystal. ''Wait, warriors? Ship crashed?'' The lizard woman pulls out a wooden bottle containing a milky white substance and pours it into the pot. That now familiar smell wafts toward Krystal, nagging at her memory. ''Perhaps they simply fed me while I was unconscious.'' Liz tests the mixture once more, "Mmm, perfect", before pouring some into a bowl and handing it to Krystal, who gulps it down hungrily. As the delicious soup slides down her throat she notices that strange taste again, when suddenly it clicks and her memory comes flooding back. ''Crash... Warriors... Male lizards... Oh NOOOoooo...'' She looks up at the woman in front of her, who smiles. "Welcome to Sharpclaw Village."	+	Gradually, Krystal opens her eyes to a woven ceiling and stretches stiffly, noticing an odd flavour in her mouth. She briefly wonders why she's so sore in such a comfortable- ''Wait, whose bed am I in?'' She sits up quickly, resulting in a dull pain in her head, and examines her surroundings. She seems to be in a primitive hut with slightly less primitive furniture. In addition to the bed there is a small table with two chairs. In the middle of the hut rests a cookfire with a pot hanging over it. Krystal sniffs the air hungrily, noticing again that odd taste that seems to cling to her tongue. Whatever is in that pot however smells delicious, drawing her to her feet with a rustle of cloth and a jingle of jewelery. Surprised, she looks down at her attire. ''Where is my flight suit?'' Her usual full body attire has been replaced with a tiny golden top with bits of cloth covering a small portion of her generous bosom and a thin golden belt with a loincloth attached to it. A space has been left in the rear flap for her tail. ''I'll have to be careful how I move in this. A sudden motion or stray breeze could leave me completely exposed'' she worries. Her stomach growls, drawing her back toward the large pot. As she leans over it however, she hears footsteps from outside and falls back into a defensive stance. Despite all her previous travels and experiences, what comes through the door is still a surprise. The creature that enters is tall and lithe, with green and grey scales covering her body. She wears a skimpy black thong and a black top that barely contains her massive breasts. Her calves are wrapped in black straps and a black headdress frames her sharp features. The fierce beauty glances at Krystal, "Oh good, you're awake", before striding gracefully toward the boiling pot. "You must be hungry", she says over her shoulder as she begins to stir its contents. "Who are you?", Krystal asks, "Where am I?" "My name is Liz", the woman responds, "And this is my hut." She carefully tastes the soup "Hmm, almost there..." "How did I get here?" Krystal persists. "I'm sure you'll remember soon. Our warriors brought you here to recover after your ship crashed in the jungle. You were in rough shape, but you seem to have recovered remarkably quickly." ''Well, I am Cerinian'', thinks Krystal. ''Wait, warriors? Ship crashed?'' The lizard woman pulls out a wooden bottle containing a milky white substance and pours it into the pot. That now familiar smell wafts toward Krystal, nagging at her memory. ''Perhaps they simply fed me while I was unconscious.'' Liz tests the mixture once more, "Mmm, perfect", before pouring some into a bowl and handing it to Krystal, who gulps it down hungrily. As the delicious soup slides down her throat she notices that strange taste again, when suddenly it clicks and her memory comes flooding back. ''Crash... Warriors... Male lizards... Oh NOOOoooo...'' She looks up at the woman in front of her, who smiles. "Welcome to Sharpclaw Village."

IrrelevantComment at 01:53, 8 November 2012

IrrelevantComment — Thu, 08 Nov 2012 01:53:42 GMT

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	*[[LoK Remain calm and try to find out more about her situation.]]		*[[LoK Remain calm and try to find out more about her situation.]]
	*[[LoK Rush out the door to escape.]]		*[[LoK Rush out the door to escape.]]
-	*[[(LoK) Attack Liz.]]	+	*[[(LoK) Attack Liz\|attack Liz?]]

IrrelevantComment at 21:26, 6 November 2012

IrrelevantComment — Tue, 06 Nov 2012 21:26:44 GMT

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	*[[LoK Remain calm and try to find out more about her situation.]]		*[[LoK Remain calm and try to find out more about her situation.]]
	*[[LoK Rush out the door to escape.]]		*[[LoK Rush out the door to escape.]]
-	*[[LoK Attack Liz.]]	+	*[[(LoK) Attack Liz.]]

Spycam at 00:12, 5 October 2012

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-	{{Status\|Equipment=''~~Flightsuit~~''\|Health=100\|MP=0\|Level=0}}	+	{{Status\|Equipment=''Tribal Armour''\|Health=100\|MP=0\|Level=0}}


	[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]		[[Category: Legend of Krystal]]

Spycam at 00:10, 5 October 2012

Spycam — Fri, 05 Oct 2012 00:10:25 GMT

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-	Gradually, Krystal opens her eyes to a woven ceiling and stretches stiffly, noticing an odd flavour in her mouth. She briefly wonders why she's so sore in such a comfortable ''Wait, whose bed am I in?'' She sits up quickly, resulting in a dull pain in her head, and examines her surroundings. She seems to be in a primitive hut with slightly less primitive furniture. In addition to the bed there is a small table with two chairs. In the middle of the hut rests a cookfire with a pot hanging over it. Krystal sniffs the air hungrily, noticing again that odd taste that seems to cling to her tongue. Whatever is in that pot however smells delicious, drawing her to her feet with a rustle of cloth and a jingle of jewelery. Surprised, she looks down at her attire. ''Where is my flight suit?'' Her usual full body attire has been replaced with a tiny golden top with bits of cloth covering a small portion of her generous bosom and a thin golden belt with a loincloth attached to it. A space has been left in the rear flap for her tail. ''I'll have to be careful how I move in this. A sudden motion or stray breeze could leave me completely exposed'' she worries. Her stomach growls, drawing her back toward the large pot. As she leans over it however, she hears footsteps from outside and falls back into a defensive stance. Despite all her previous travels and experiences, what comes through the door is still a surprise. The creature that enters is tall and lithe, with green and grey scales covering her body. She wears a skimpy black thong and a black top that barely contains her massive breasts. Her calves are wrapped in black straps and a black headdress frames her sharp features. The fierce beauty glances at Krystal, "Oh good, you're awake", before striding gracefully toward the boiling pot. "You must be hungry", she says over her shoulder as she begins to stir its contents. "Who are you?", Krystal asks, "Where am I?" "My name is Liz", the woman responds, "And this is my hut." She carefully tastes the soup "Hmm, almost there..." "How did I get here?" Krystal persists. "I'm sure you'll remember soon. Our warriors brought you here to recover after your ship crashed in the jungle. You were in rough shape, but you seem to have recovered remarkably quickly." ''Well, I am Cerinian'', thinks Krystal. ''Wait, warriors? Ship crashed?'' The lizard woman pulls out a wooden bottle containing a milky white substance and pours it into the pot. That now familiar smell wafts toward Krystal, nagging at her memory. ''Perhaps they simply fed me while I was unconscious.'' ~~The lizgirl~~ tests the mixture once more, "Mmm, perfect", before pouring some into a bowl and handing it to Krystal, who gulps it down hungrily. As the delicious soup slides down her throat she notices that strange taste again, when suddenly it clicks and her memory comes flooding back. ''Crash... Warriors... Male lizards... Oh NOOOoooo...'' She looks up at the woman in front of her, who smiles. "Welcome to Sharpclaw Village."	+	Gradually, Krystal opens her eyes to a woven ceiling and stretches stiffly, noticing an odd flavour in her mouth. She briefly wonders why she's so sore in such a comfortable ''Wait, whose bed am I in?'' She sits up quickly, resulting in a dull pain in her head, and examines her surroundings. She seems to be in a primitive hut with slightly less primitive furniture. In addition to the bed there is a small table with two chairs. In the middle of the hut rests a cookfire with a pot hanging over it. Krystal sniffs the air hungrily, noticing again that odd taste that seems to cling to her tongue. Whatever is in that pot however smells delicious, drawing her to her feet with a rustle of cloth and a jingle of jewelery. Surprised, she looks down at her attire. ''Where is my flight suit?'' Her usual full body attire has been replaced with a tiny golden top with bits of cloth covering a small portion of her generous bosom and a thin golden belt with a loincloth attached to it. A space has been left in the rear flap for her tail. ''I'll have to be careful how I move in this. A sudden motion or stray breeze could leave me completely exposed'' she worries. Her stomach growls, drawing her back toward the large pot. As she leans over it however, she hears footsteps from outside and falls back into a defensive stance. Despite all her previous travels and experiences, what comes through the door is still a surprise. The creature that enters is tall and lithe, with green and grey scales covering her body. She wears a skimpy black thong and a black top that barely contains her massive breasts. Her calves are wrapped in black straps and a black headdress frames her sharp features. The fierce beauty glances at Krystal, "Oh good, you're awake", before striding gracefully toward the boiling pot. "You must be hungry", she says over her shoulder as she begins to stir its contents. "Who are you?", Krystal asks, "Where am I?" "My name is Liz", the woman responds, "And this is my hut." She carefully tastes the soup "Hmm, almost there..." "How did I get here?" Krystal persists. "I'm sure you'll remember soon. Our warriors brought you here to recover after your ship crashed in the jungle. You were in rough shape, but you seem to have recovered remarkably quickly." ''Well, I am Cerinian'', thinks Krystal. ''Wait, warriors? Ship crashed?'' The lizard woman pulls out a wooden bottle containing a milky white substance and pours it into the pot. That now familiar smell wafts toward Krystal, nagging at her memory. ''Perhaps they simply fed me while I was unconscious.'' Liz tests the mixture once more, "Mmm, perfect", before pouring some into a bowl and handing it to Krystal, who gulps it down hungrily. As the delicious soup slides down her throat she notices that strange taste again, when suddenly it clicks and her memory comes flooding back. ''Crash... Warriors... Male lizards... Oh NOOOoooo...'' She looks up at the woman in front of her, who smiles. "Welcome to Sharpclaw Village."
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		+	Does she:
		+	*[[LoK Remain calm and try to find out more about her situation.]]
		+	*[[LoK Rush out the door to escape.]]
		+	*[[LoK Attack Liz.]]