18+ Private Redchron Descent Into Depravity

[Vina Skysong]

That's a good question, but we'll have to go ask them if we want to find the answer~ That or the captives. (She hummed.) We could ask those two, but I'm getting the feeling we won't be getting much more out of them~

They'd become strangely compliant at some point, but even so they still remained enigmatic on some points, such as their deity. Lots of preaching but little of actual substance, so either they didn't want to tell or they didn't know much more. The druidess shrugged as she stepped through the large doorway, her freely swishing tail clearly displaying her casual attitude even as the two of them were about to enter the lair of a cult which would kidnap people and do... something with them.

If you're worried about traps maybe you should go in front? Your reflexes are better than mine~

Vina didn't exactly like the idea of endangering Fina, but then again, she didn't get the impression that this place would be that dangerous. The two cultists had done a very poor job intimidating her, so the songstress expected the two of them to make their way through fairly easily. After all, she was actually quite the competent support and Fina was a one-feline-army.

Let's find out~!

She laughed in response to Fina's observation that those words almost always preceded trouble, then led the way inside. At least, at first, since Fina might want to take her up on that offer to go in front.

At first it was only Vina's crackling orb that lit the way, with the green glow of the walls having little effect beyond showing them were the walls were. However, it didn't take long for light to appear in the distance, and as they walked closer it revealed torches sticking out of the walls, held in place by stone sconces shaped like... either vines or tentacles, coiled around the hardened wood while their flaming heads burned fitfully, throwing shimmering warm light across the path. Vina stepped closer to one of the torches to study the artistic style of the sconce, leaning in close enough that her nose almost touched it.

That's an unusual design... but it suits the place. (She frowned.) Looks like it's still in good condition. Maybe the cultists are trying to fix this place up~?

Most geomancers had difficulty shaping stone with this kind of precision, but if they had a dedicated stoneshaper it wasn't impossible. After giving the stone sconce a pat Vina turned back to the path, which so far had been a straightforward line deeper into the outcrop.

A tradition which was soon abandoned: after the first couple of torches they entered a lobby of sorts, with four torch-lit openings ahead of them. At first glance there weren't any clear indications of what each path would lead to, although the carvings on the walls were a little less worn here: they showed a network of roots spreading across everything, and amidst the roots figures were performing various tasks. The exact details were hard to make out, but most displays looked like they involved multiple figures.

Four paths... (Vina wiped the sweat from her brow as she walked into the middle of the room.) They all look the same to me. (She turned to Fina.) Do you have any suggestions Fina~?

It was surprisingly warm down here: as they walked down into the depths of the ruins the cold of the outside had quickly vanished, presumably warded off by the heat of the torches. Although at the same time that wasn't quite correct: it was a more pleasant heat, like it was spreading from within. For now it just made them more comfortable wearing clothes better suited for warmer climates, but the longer they stayed the more they would begin to feel more than just comfort.

@Fina Drago

 

[Fina Drago]

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If nothing else, Vina was definitely correct about the state of their two prisoners who were left behind. Sure, if they knew something more than they already said out loud, then they might have been able to coax it out of the more loose-lipped one by provoking him into saying things without realizing that he shouldn't... but even that felt like a bit of a waste of time at this point.

As for the vixen's suggestion, it was... ultimately a sound one, as much as the feline didn't particularly like the idea of triggering any traps herself. And now that the idea had entered her mind, she felt that she needed to be even more vigilant than ever before as she slowly moved in front of her companion as they slowly started descending into the unknown depths.

"If a trap gets me, it'll be on you now, just letting you know."

At least the person behind her was a very competent healer, so assuming nothing would immediately knock her out, she should be fine with the restorative power that'd be cast on her right away.

In the hallway that was seemingly endless from their point of view, endlessly stretching downward into the darkness, the green light emitted by Vina's magic was not of much reassurance. It might have given the whole place an even greater eldritch vibe than it had before, at least until they ran into traditional torches. While the stonework might have been impressive, Fina wasn't particularly bothered by the idea of possibly chipping it a bit as she tried to pry one of the torches free to get her own source of light.

"If the rest of them are the same as those two we left behind, then it wouldn't be particularly surprising. They did seem convinced that this place was for them, after all. So I guess it wouldn't be much different from doing maintenance on your own house..."

And then they ran into a... more than just a fork in the road. Four different paths were a lot of paths at once. And no matter how hard the feline tried to look at them all, it wasn't any more obvious as to which might have led to what. Approaching Vina as she adjusted the scarf around her neck and let out a somewhat exasperated sigh, her eyes nervously darted around.

"Maybe this is why they were so confident, this could actually be a damn labyrinth. And... I hope this whole ruin isn't built on top of a volcano or something, or this will get really annoying..."

So far, it was bearable, but she couldn't imagine walking through here with those heavy-looking cult robes. For now, she decided to stash her large coat inside her inventory. It was more of a fashion statement anyway... at the same time, she conjured something in her right hand. Some sort of a large nail, nearly as long as half of the girl's body with a sharpened end. Just like most of her creations, it glimmered as the light of the torches reflected against its gem-like surface.

"All I can say is that splitting up would probably be a very poor idea if we know next to nothing about this place. And assuming there will be even more forks in the road... I can leave these behind to mark a way back. Assuming no one goes after us and pulls them out..."

@Vina Skysong

 

[Vina Skysong]

Don't worry Fina, if anything happens I'll be sure to patch you back up~ Not that I think we'll come across many dangerous traps down here.

The cultists were using this as their own base, so if they filled the entire place with deadly traps they'd be hurting themselves more than anybody else... at least, if you took into account the fact that their ranks included the likes of the two people outside. Even someone as kind as Vina couldn't deny that if they had to deal with traps every time they had to get in or out eventually they'd trigger something bad.

As Fina tried to wrench one of the torches free from the unusual sconces she'd find that it took a remarkable bit of effort: the stone tendril was tightly wrapped around the wood, so much so that when she did finally manage to pull it loose it did so with an audible scraping sound, with clear identations showing where the stone had been attached. The torch itself also seemed... oddly old, even though the head still burned as you'd expect a good torch to do.

Vina nodded along with Fina as her friend reasoned that for the cultists this was pretty much their home now. The comfortable warmth did certainly make it feel more homely than you'd expect underground ruins with glowing green ruins to be, the druidess humming softly as they arrived at the crossroads and tried to figure out their next step.

A volcano? What makes you say that Fina?

She'd noticed the warmth as well, but given that it felt like it came from within rather than without she hadn't really thought too much about the origin. The druidess's outfit was already rather revealing, so while beads of sweat were starting to form on her skin she was still far from bothered by it, the droplets simply sliding down her exposed skin as she looked at the four openings ahead of them.

You mean like markers? (She studied the nail.) I hadn't thought of using your power like that~ How long will they last if you stop focusing on them?

Arcanamancy constructs usually seemed to only last for as long as the creator managed to maintain them, but if Fina was willing to entrust their expedition to these nails she must be confident that they could last a while even with the two of them being much deeper inside of the ruins.

Okay, so with that we'll be able to find our way back... maybe I can figure out which path to take for now~

Walking back towards the middle of the lobby she closed her eyes and hummed again, her tone this time softer and slower. Her ears stood up straight as she listened to the sound of her own voice travelling down the paths, bouncing between the walls like light moving from one mirror to another. The path most to the left seemed to go straight for quite a while, whereas the path next to that quickly bent down. The next path would eventually split into yet more paths, and the path most to the right... Vina frowned as she opened her eyes, turning to Fina.

So that path keeps going... (She pointed at each path in turn.) That path goes deeper underground, that one splits, and the last one... I don't really know. The sounds just disappeared as if swallowed by something.

While she was frowning it was more curiosity than anything else. The playful vixen walked up to the rightmost path, peering into it. The torches did light the way, but eventually it turned to the left, leaving her to guess at what was going on down there.

Want to see what's over there~?

@Fina Drago

 

[Fina Drago]

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"Since most of what I create are weapons that I often throw and later pick up, I had to figure out how to make them in a way where they wouldn't completely disappear the moment I started focusing on the enemy again..."

She moved the nail in her hand around a bit as if she was inspecting the condition it was in.

"So I make them and fill them with extra crystallized mana of sorts. Basically, they'll stay around for as long as that mana lasts. These should remain intact for about two hours unless someone tampers with them."

That was about the best she could do without exhausting too much of her energy too quickly, in case a fight were to break up later. Which Fina still believed to be pretty likely, all things considered.

As for their choice of path ahead, the feline let Vina do her work. She was not just a druidess, but someone very proficient in song and dance as well, after all. So the vixen might not have considered her fellow to create markers with arcanamancy, while Fina did not consider the possibility of using a song for some sort of echo-location. Though the result did not exactly please her.

"So that doesn't really tell us where to go, huh..."

"And... what do you mean, exactly, by 'swallowed'?? That was just a figure of speech, right? Like, it gets absorbed into some old-timey cult-themed soundproofing. Not literally swallowed by a monster waiting up ahead??"

That certainly made her a bit nervous. If only because these fairly narrow halls did not exactly favor her if they were to fight.

"Well, I guess we can go down that path... cautiously... try to figure out what that something is..."

@Vina Skysong

 

[Vina Skysong]

Fina's explanation was interesting, even if it was about a type of magic Vina had never been very interested in. Nonetheless the druidess listened attentively, nodding along before finally reacting once her feline friend had finished her explanation.

So you're putting more mana in them than they need so they last longer? I admit I never really noticed that your weapons tend to linger: I thought you just created new weapons when you needed them~

It was a clever way of working around the limitations of Arcanamancy: she was quite certain most arcanamancer just let their constructs disappear as quickly as they were created. Tapping the crystal needle with a fingernail, Vina listened to it before returning to figuring out which path forward would work out best for them, although the results were definitely not as good as she'd been hoping...

Yes, the sound just disappears. There aren't any monsters down there so far as I can tell~ (She tilted her head.) Unless it's a monster that can make sound disappear.

Fina clearly wasn't very happy with the results, nor with Vina's eagerness to find out what exactly was interfering with her echolocation down that path. Still, she didn't actually reject the suggestion, so the songstress smiled and clapped her hands.

Great! Don't worry, I'll be careful Fina~

Motioning for her friend to follow the playful vixen stepped forward into the rightmost hallway, waiting for Fina to follow before continuing.

At first the hallway looked relatively normal, no different from what they'd been walking through before. The torches burned just as brightly, and for a moment Vina began to wonder if maybe they wouldn't encounter anything interesting after all.

Even after they reached the corner which hid the rest of the path at first it didn't look like there was anything out of the ordinary. It was only after she'd walked deeper into the corridor that Vina's nose twitched and the vulpine songstress blinked, her tail beginning to wag behind her as she realised that this scent had been in the air ever since they entered the lobby, but only now had grown strong enough to be noticeable. The scent which was the source of that comfortable warmth deep within her core which was spreading to the rest of her body, the druidess letting out a pleasant hum as she considered their options.

Do you smell that Fina~?

It was still a faint scent, faint enough that a human certainly wouldn't have noticed it yet. Perhaps Fina's sense of smell was strong enough to pick up on it by this point. The more of that smell Vina inhaled the more enthusiastic she felt, her step becoming more lively as she led the way. With every step the sensation grew stronger as well, awakening primal and carnal desires which would normally be buried deep... but which in Vina's case were ever-present, which was perhaps why she remained mostly in control of herself even if she only felt eagerness rather than hesitation or caution.

@Fina Drago

 

[Fina Drago]

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The confirmation that there was no monster waiting for them was at least somewhat reassuring... even if the confirmation was less of a confirmation and just a strong feeling. That didn't rule out that they'd be walking into an all-consuming black hole that would absorb them just like it was absorbing all of the sounds... but that was probably just the feline's worst-case-scenario mind being a bit hyperactive while in a hostile environment. After all, she was a bit jittery ever since they went deep enough into the dungeon.

"H-hey! What happened to me going first, then?!"

Quickly running after Vina into the hallway, there was not much time left for doubts, and so they found themselves in the unfamiliar yet again, leaving behind only the shining nail as a mark of their passage through these tunnels.

As Fina made her way behind the vixen, she naturally became more aware of the strange scent herself. Smell was one of her more amplified senses, after all. Though she certainly could not point out what it might have been, and frankly, assigned it to just... old dungeon smell. Even though she would have expected something like that to be nasty rather than... surprisingly pleasant. Though it was yet another variable that was presumably making her more jittery, and feeling like she wasn't quite right in her own skin as she became awfully aware of her own outfit hugging her physical form.

"I smell... something. No clue what. But, more importantly, aren't we supposed to be on the lookout for something that can unnaturally absorb all sound?! Why are you skipping and hopping like it's the last day of school..?"

@Vina Skysong

 

[Vina Skysong]

Status: Heat

Vina laughed as Fina protested against the druidess taking the lead once more, right after they'd agreed that the arms master would probably be the better choice to act as the vanguard.

Sorry Fina~ It's okay though, isn't it? So far we haven't come across anything dangerous~

Despite the ominous green runes on the walls there didn't seem to be anything dangerous in these ruins... and they hadn't encountered any cultists yet either. Vina would have expected there to be at least something like a guard, and the complete absence of such had left the druidess more carefree.

Although really what was causing her to become more eager and impatient was that scent that hung in the air which was tickling certain parts of her brain... and her body. It was a sensation she was actually very familiar with and which she welcomed every time she was lucky enough to experience it, even if most people would be more cautious about it. Her smile only widened as the scent grew stronger the deeper they went, her thoughts now going to... different things.

Even Fina's more cautious perspective did little to hinder her, the playful vixen only slowing down enough for her friend to catch up while replying with a cheerful tone.

Oh, I'm sure we'll find it as we go along~ And we're on an adventure, aren't we? Might as well enjoy it, because that's the kind of thing we're here for~ (She winked.) You shouldn't worry too much about it either Fina~

There were people who, ever since it became known that Terrasphere could be lethal, treated the entire game as an ordeal they had to suffer through. Vina, for her part, figured that if you felt like that it'd be better to just leave the game behind. She still enjoyed the game and the adventurers one could have in it, and dungeon delving was no different.

Especially now that she was beginning to get a sneaking suspicion that this dungeon wasn't exactly a deathtrap...

In the distance the hallway opened up into a larger room, a stronger light indicating that it was well-lit compared to the torches that illuminated the path forward. With Vina leading the way it didn't take long for them to reach the entrance, at which point their quest for the disappearing sound was... partially answered.

The room was surprisingly large, large enough that perhaps the sound didn't return simply because it had become lost. It was completely round, with ringed steps elevating the floor towards the centre, where a statue seemingly formed of many tendrils dominated the space upon a dais nearly invisible underneath its burden. The circular wall that formed the boundary was also heavily decorated: even from a distance it was clear that there were many figures and shapes carved into the surface.

In comparison to the worn and weathered halls they'd walked through so far this place was in much better condition: everything was well-lit, the walls showed little degradation, and the statue in the middle looked like it could have been finished last week. Whether this was the result of magic or hard labour was up in the air, but clearly somebody thought this room important.

But Fina and Vina might have a hard time appreciating all of that, as the entire area was also thick with that same scent they'd already caught traces of on the way here. Where before it had merely been a pleasant odour it was now like an overwhelming presence, threatening to fill their heads with nothing but carnal desires.

Vina inhaled deeply, her nostrils flaring as her tail began to wag behind her. The tip of her tongue escaped between her lips to travel from one corner to the other, the songstress in her element as she hummed the cheerful tune of a rather sultry song.

I wasn't expecting this~ I guess the sound just kept bouncing in here. (She bit her lower lip briefly.) I wonder where that scent is coming from~

A green glow enveloped her staff as it turned back into a flute, the druidess tucking the instrument into her belt as she looked around. The pheromones were everywhere, but as she kept sniffing it would slowly become clear that they originated from the centre of the room... from the statue.

Rolls

Fortitude
1d100 (36) = 36 (Failure!)
Aphrodisiac | Vina Skysong | 2197

Aphrodisiac

Resist: Pass a DC 100 Fortitude Save to not enter Heat.

@Fina Drago

 

[Fina Drago]

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250 / 250

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She wasn't sure if Vina's rationale was being influenced by the strange... scent they were smelling, or if the druidess was naturally just careless. Either option was not exactly great.

"The whole point of being careful is to prevent anything from happening in the first place. Sure, you might get away with things if you're careless for a good while, but the first time might be devastating enough to cover for all those times nothing happened."

But it was not like she could do much about it as the vixen hopped and skipped her way to the larger open room. And as the invisible miasma became even thicker, Fina opted to take her scarf and cover her nose with it, not that it completely neutralized the potential threat. Her eyes naturally fixated on the structure in the middle.

"Yeah, we should find the source... to destroy it or seal it, not to have a chance to sniff it even more, you horny fox..."

Just watching Vina, it was pretty clear that she let her actions be guided by the desire that was filling the both of them. At least Fina was able to resist it somewhat by actually trying, instead of instantly giving in. No matter, by observing her companion alone and the way she was sniffing the air, she could tell that the source was in the center of the room, so she made the rather risky decision to start approaching, seeing if she could climb the stairs and get to... whatever the statue was at the center.

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Rolls

Save
1d100 (77) + 75 = 152 (Success)
Fortitude | Fina Drago | 2197

@Vina Skysong

 

[Vina Skysong]

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Heat

Vina hummed as Fina admonished her, pointing out that the whole point of being careful was to ensure that one didn't find oneself in a dangerous situation. The druidess was listening, one ear turned towards her feline friend, even if her overall carefree attitude failed to convey her attentiveness. Once Fina was done she did nod, turning her head to smile at the arms master and pat her on the shoulder.

You're not wrong Fina, but at the same time an adventure is nothing without a little bit of risk now and then, isn't it~? (She nodded again.) That said, I promise you that if I notice anything wrong I'll focus a bit more, but for now let's just enjoy ourselves~

There had been a distinct lack of traps or ambushes or anything like that so far, and the druidess didn't catch anything out of the ordinary either... ignoring those glowing green runes that were scrawled all over the walls and that alluring scent that spurred her on to keep heading deeper into the ruins, searching for the source. Neither of those things screamed danger to her, so the druidess was willing to play it fast and loose, as demonstrated by how she kept going onwards despite Fina's more cautious warnings.

A playful laughter escaped her as Fina called her out, the vixen not bothered in the least as she slowly walked towards the statue that towered in the middle of the large circular room.

But it smells very nice, don't you think so Fina~?

As a rather hedonistic druidess Vina was no stranger to pheromones, and she also knew that they weren't inherently dangerous. They couldn't force you to do anything you didn't want to do... just make certain actions seem a lot more appealing than they might otherwise be. As she stepped closer to the centre of the room, towards the large statue, the invisible miasma grew noticeably thicker, her libido fully active now even before she climbed the steps after Fina to look up at the statue.

From a distance it looked like a mass of tendrils, but from up close it also was reminiscent of a tree: an old, massive tree, its roots curled and twisted as they were spread out beyond the statue's dais, the longest reaching all the way to the first steps. The branches were equally contorted, making it difficult to say whether this tree was supposed to be made of traditional wood or something more supple and flexible, reaching impressively far given that they were carved from solid rock.

Now that the both of them were close enough to study the statue properly they'd also notice that, at the base of the tree, there were figures amongst the roots: carved from the same stone as the statue itself were naked figures in various poses, from prostration to prayer to... masturbation and what could best be described as intimate kinship.

Despite the strange (and possibly disturbing) sight, the statue was neither imposing nor intimidating: it had a similar atmosphere as one might expect if they encountered such a large and ancient tree in a forest, albeit a petrified variant. Perhaps it was because of the pheromones which seemed to emanate from the seamless stone, or because none of the figures amidst the roots looked fearful or uncomfortable: what Fina and Vina could see of their faces made it clear the sculptor had wanted this to be a pleasant and inviting artwork, not something profane.

As she looked at the statue Vina shivered as a strange urge came to her to... imitate the figures at the tree's base. To worship the tree in the most carnal of ways. The druidess took a step forward, then halted and tilted her head, looking sideways at her friend. After several seconds she shrugged, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

I can't see any openings for the pheromones to come out of... but this isn't what you'd expect from some cult that kidnaps people, is it~? (She looked up.) Still, I'd guess this is Urvara... or what they think Urvara is.

According to the captured cultists this was supposed to be an ancient temple to their deity, so either their deity was, in fact, this carnal tree, or their leader was making things up as they went along. Either way, that compulsion to imitate the carved figures was clearly more than just her own imagination, so the druidess didn't doubt that there was some kind of presence here.

How are you holding up Fina~?

Funny enough Vina's hedonistic nature did actually make it easier to remain in control of herself when necessary. Hopefully her friend's will was strong enough that she could also shrug off the compulsion.

Rolls

Will
1d100 (58) + 75 = 133 (Success!)
Divine Impulse | Vina Skysong | 2197

Statue of Urvara

Resist: Pass a DC 20/40 Will Save to resist a compulsion to masturbate. Upon Failure, enter Heat or -10 to all Will rolls if already in Heat.

@Fina Drago

 

[Fina Drago]

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250 / 250

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In situations like these, Fina really could just sigh at Vina's carelessness and easygoingness. Sure, she knew why the naturally lustful vixen was having a fun time, but they were still in enemy territory! Especially as they approached the statue that could have very well been the source of the rather annoying scent, as pleasant as it actually was. But the lavender-haired feline did her best to focus on the task at hand, and the fabric hiding her nose and mouth helped at least a little bit, even if her body still became more sensitive than normal…

"For the sake of my sanity, no comment…"

She sure as hell wasn't about to admit out loud that she liked the smell as well. That said, she expected something… worse from the statue as they approached it. Sure, it made sense for it to be a giant tree, given the location above them. A thick forest, jungle even that they had to enter in order to even get here to these ruins… but a cult was a cult, so her natural bias inserted the image of some indescribable eldritch deity into her mind. Granted, the little stone figures beneath the giant tree were far more in line with her imagination ever since they entered this room.

Especially as Vina asked how the weapon master was holding up. A question that she could not answer before letting out another sigh and planting her face in the palm of her right hand briefly, then shaking her head in disbelief.

"I can't believe I've entered the grounds of a pervert cult…"

It took a moment to really process that for her.

"I'm… fine… mostly. I guess, if nothing else… assuming this isn't just some super old carving and the current cult still follows these 'teachings', that does increase the odds of the kidnapped hostages still being alive. Although, some might wish they weren't depending on their outlook on things…"

She wasn't really sure how to proceed from here. As the fox said, there were no apparent openings from which the scent could be seeping into the room, even though it was clear that the pheromone miasma was quite concentrated in this room specifically.

"I could perform some real sacrilege and smash this whole statue to bits… if that were to accomplish anything aside from probably pissing the cult off…"

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Rolls

Statue of Urvara | Will save (20)
1d100 (26) + 25 = 51 (Success)
Will | Fina Drago | 2197

@Vina Skysong

 

[Vina Skysong]

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Vina couldn't help but laugh as Fina expressed her exasperation at the situation they found themselves in, her melodious voice resounding throughout the large circular space. Here they were, thinking they were possibly dealing with some freaky cult which kidnapped innocent villagers to sacrifice them to some ancient and bloodthirsty monster, and instead they found themselves admiring a very carefully-crafted statue of a tree with many figures portraying various forms of carnal worship at the base. It certainly made the playful vixen laugh, even if her companion wasn't as amused.

Not what you'd expect, right? That said, I much prefer this over the alternative~ (She smirked.) If the choice is between sex and violence I know which one I'd pick in a heartbeat~

Granted, Fina did have a point that this didn't mean the villagers agreed: it was still possible that they were getting pulled into this against their will, and while Vina was hedonistic that just made her even more adamant that sex had to be enjoyable, not a traumatising experience.

Let's hope that's not the case then. (She placed a hand on Fina's shoulder. If they're still alive we can at least bring them home, but if these cultists have been mistreating them we might have to beat some sense into them as well.

She actually sounded a bit fiercer than usual, her expression less than pleased. The vixen's gaze turned back towards the statue, azure eyes focusing on the small figures at the base and studying. Every single one of them looked quite happy with the state they were in, which made her relax a little as she removed her hand from Fina's shoulder.

Those two outside insisted that they hadn't harmed anybody, and they didn't sound like they were lying. With some luck that's true and this entire thing is just a big misunderstanding. (She smiled.) Hamza did say that most of the missing folk were young, and some of them big enough that it'd be hard to kidnap them against their will... Maybe the cultists are just giving them an excuse to go have some fun~

Granted, even to her optimistic self it did seem a bit far-fetched for this situation to be as simple as "The young adults are sneaking out to have sex at the freaky cult while the elders panic at home", but it was better than thinking of the other, much darker alternative.

Regardless, at least now they did have something of an idea of what might be going on here, which was better than what they started out with. Hamza had tried his best, but he clearly knew very little about the cult itself, so the two of them had to figure things out while they were down here. Vina was staring at the statue again when Fina suggested smashing it, the druidess blinking in surprise.

What? That'd be such a waste though! (She pointed at the figures.) Look at the craftsmanship! And it's not like the cultists could carry it out to flood the villages with pheromones or something.

She might be a bit biased here, but destroying the statue wouldn't exactly help achieve their mission of returning the missing folk and preventing further kidnappings. Casting her gaze around the room she was reminded that the walls were also heavily adorned, her hand going to Fina's shoulder to grab her friend's attention before pointing at the walls.

How about we go look for more clues instead Fina~? If this is a temple to Urvara maybe those frescos can tell us a bit more about the cult.

Trying her best to guide Fina away from the statue before she did end up destroying it Vina would lead her friend away from the centre of the room and towards the edges, where indeed the walls were completely covered in frescos. Which, for the most part, matched the statue quite well: a mass of what could be branches, roots, or tentacles forming a complicated network, and in between various depictions of figures performing many different types of sexual acts, often with religious overtones. Unlike the statue these depictions were more explicit: the statue's figures did little more than masturbate and fondle one another, but on these frescos, the figures were holding little back. Even Vina blushed a little, seeing how some of the images involved those tendrils which presumably represented the tree's roots.

Well... they're certainly creative~

There were also runes drawn on the walls, but as Vina's attention was drawn towards the lurid exhibitions the druidess failed to recognise them as writing. Perhaps Fina with her more level-headed perspective would notice them. Although the both of them would have a hard time ignoring the... beauty of those paintings. The figures had been drawn with almost as much precision and attention to detail as those at the base of the statue, the artist clearly celebrating the beauty of the nude form with their work. Male and female, short and tall, voluptuous and slim... Every body type from every race (except magia, for obvious reasons) was on display somewhere on the wall, especially as Vina began to walk along the edge to slowly circle around the entire room. It was almost enchanting, and once more a strong impulse was invoked in the beholders, an impulse to celebrate their own bodies similarly, removing those cumbersome clothes which only served to hide their own beauty...

Vina probably would've done so, as she was no stranger to nudity on an adventure, but given that Fina was probably already feeling comfortable at all this the vixen kept herself in check this time.

Rolls

Will
1d100 (60) + 75 = 135 (Success!)
Wall Frescos | Vina Skysong | 2197
Awareness
1d100 (13) + 25 = 38 (Failure!)
Runes | Vina Skysong | 2197

Wall Frescos

Resist: Pass a DC 50/100 Will Save to resist a compulsion to remove your clothes.

Runes

Search: Pass a DC 50 Awareness Check to find legible runes amongst the frescos. If successful, pass a DC 40-80 Knowledge Check to learn more about Urvara, forgotten deity of Fertility and Passion. If successful, gain +20-40 to all future Will rolls.

@Fina Drago

 

[Fina Drago]

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As alluring as the stone figures were, Fina clearly had a much easier time tearing her own gaze away from the display of public debauchery, most likely on the account that she had not wholly surrendered herself to breathing in the 'toxic' air that surrounded them. Though her eyes drifted back, along with her sensitive body jolting the moment Vina placed her hands on the girl's shoulder, as innocuous of a gesture as it was. This level of jumpiness was normally reserved for when her nerves were strung up high, but this time, the subtle influence of everything that was going on was at fault.

"It would certainly be the better option, but that darker possibility is why I wanted you to remain vigil. Enjoying yourself is nice and all, but how would we be able to knock their heads about if we were reduced to slobbering mess lying on the floor?"

Granted, she somewhat expected Vina to have… enough resistance to these things that she would avoid such a fate, given her presumably frequent indulgences. Though, ultimately, she had no way of knowing if one could truly build up a resistance to something like this… and she was far more worried for herself anyhow! As much as she was putting up a fight right now, it was clear to her that the longer they remained, the higher the chance of her slipping up somewhere, and things could easily spiral downward form there, much to her dismay.

"I just feel that if this really was more of a party than prison, those two from before would have extended us an open invitation instead of running away. I mean… look at you… you'd be their prime target audience, no…?"

She was pretty damn confident in the beauty of her own avatar, which she had sculpted in great detail before she was finally satisfied enough to release herself into the world of Arcia, but she didn't want to sound too self-absorbed. And besides, Vina did her best to get them both away from the idea of smashing the centerpiece of this room, or anything else most likely, with the help of other stonework that was present all around them.

"I don't imagine it was the present form of the cult that did all this, so… I suppose it was the previous occupants from who knows how long ago that were this enthusiastic about all of this. And certainly… artistically gifted…"

There was almost a tingle of jealousy even as Fina's eyes scanned the scandalous display of carnal pleasures all around them. It was the artist inside of her that always strove for improvement, yet saw the seemingly endless chasm of a difference between herself and other professionals. But it was that eye for details that allowed her to spot the patterns among the ruins, faintly tracing her fingers across them all. Probably not the smartest move from someone who was trying to be cautious, but it somehow ended up paying off.

Though it came with a little shock as something almost seemed to zap her fingers, causing the girl to quickly pull away and take several steps back. Just as she figured that she foolishly triggered a trap of some sort and that it was all over, most of the runes started fading and… something had entered the girl's mind. It was… rather confusing. Almost like she just read a book, but did so in such a speedy manner that her brain now needed some time to actually parse the information. Turn the fuzzy and confusing fog into something actually useful. Right now, the whole sensation was more confusing than anything.

". . . . ?"

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+40 Will modifier gained

Rolls

Wall Frescos | Will save (50)
1d100 (93) + 25 = 118 (Success)
Will | Fina Drago | 2197

Runes: Search | Awareness check (50)
1d100 (43) + 25 = 68 (Success)
Awareness | Fina Drago | 2197

Runes: Understanding | Knowledge check (40~80)
1d100 (88) + 25 = 113 (Success)
Knowledge | Fina Drago | 2197

@Vina Skysong

 

[Vina Skysong]

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The sensation of Fina's body jolting in response to her touch did make Vina's eyebrows go up, the corner of her mouth also creeping upwards as the staunch arms master was clearly not resisting the effects of the pheromones entirely... even if she was still in control of herself for the most part. She didn't comment on it, however, instead nodding in agreement with her lavender-haired friend's warning.

You're right Fina, I should be taking this more seriously. (She shook her head.) So far this place just hasn't really been giving me the vibe of being dangerous, you know~? In fact, it's almost inviting~

But at least they were in agreement that if these cultists were subjecting their victims to such cruelties they'd need to get some sense beaten into them.

She hummed thoughtfully as Fina pointed out that those two cultists they'd encountered hadn't exactly been very welcoming... at least not at first. That was a good point as well, although the songstress didn't need very long to come up with a potential explanation.

The villagers haven't been very welcoming to them either, have they? Combined with us just showing up in the middle of the night they might've thought we were the ones threatening them~

Fina's next words elicited a chuckle from the playful vixen, her tail swishing from side to side behind her as she tilted her head and gave her friend a mischievous smile.

Why thank you Fina~ But wouldn't the same go for you? If I was part of a sex cult I'd definitely try to recruit you, you know~?

After several seconds she chuckled and patted her friend on the shoulder to signal that she was just teasing the feline arms master. Even if she wasn't lying.

Vina herself also had an artistic eye, but do to the pheromones already having done their work on her she was too easily distracted by the more interesting paintings to see what Fina saw. By the time that the beautiful feline traced her finger along the fresco and got zapped the druidess was already further along the wall, studying each painting carefully even if she was memorising more about all the interesting positions than anything that would be of use to them during this dungeon delve.

Found anything Fina~?

Her azure eyes remained focused on the frescos as she called out, her voice resounding as it was the only thing piercing the silence of the large circular chamber. It was actually strange that there were no signs of life in here even though it was clearly being maintained... unless some kind of enchantment was keeping it in pristine condition while the hallways leading to this temple had clearly suffered at the hands of time. The longer they remained in here the more the pheromones became just another background sensation, something barely noticeable... although perhaps that also meant it became harder to resist, the conscious mind no longer paying attention so the unconscious mind could slowly fall prey to that alluring scent.

Eventually Vina had to admit that she wasn't going to learn anything useful from the frescos, at least nothing useful for this mission. Heading back the way she came she walked up to Fina, noticing that her friend looked a bit confused about something.

What's up Fina~?

Rolls

N/A

@Fina Drago

 

[Fina Drago]

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"Inviting… I think that's just you wanting to give into the sensation provided by… whatever is producing all this invisible gas… unless you do find underground catacombs made out of stone actually inviting…"

Sure, the statues were pretty and all, if outrageous in what they showed, but Fina certainly wouldn't claim that they made the place any more inviting. If not for the pheromones that were heating up their own bodies, this place still wasn't much more than cold, hard, empty ruins. So unless Vina had some very strange interior decor sense, the feline doubted that the fox was looking at the whole picture when she spoke about their current location.

"And of course you would… I'm pretty decently sure you would try to recruit anyone and everyone of age…"

She quietly took the compliment, although she was always of a split mind on such things. After all, it was the game that helped her sculpt a perfect vessel for herself, one without blemishes and faults. At some points, she even noticed that it was skewing her standards in the real world, making her notice flaws on the skin of herself and others more easily, the standard realistic body types becoming less alluring when compared to the sea of perfect Travelers in Arcia… but that was something she would have to combat on her own and on the side.

It was especially not something to bring up now, as her mind raced to catch up with the sudden injection of knowledge that she received from the runes on the wall. As confusing as it was, it soon started making sense to her own brain, her cheeks reddening more and more as she pieced things together. Her eyes would lock with Vina as the druidess asked what was going on, to which she got a reply of her companion clearing her throat and closing her eyes as she tried to organize the knowledge in some way that she could easily share.

"I triggered something… I guess knowledge is sealed in some of these ruins… erm… Urvara is really old and its domain is life, growth, fertility, abundance, nature… wishes for life… more life. That's why this cult is the way it is, their deity likes seeing new life be brought forth. It has also… resulted in some weird mixing of animals and plants here. So, ultimately, the cult… well, at least in the past, they obviously indulged in, uh… having a lot of children I guess… but also trying to make sure certain forms of life would not get out of hand and destroy the local ecosystems. No clue if that extends to the current form of the cult…"

She took a deep breath, and opened her eyes, looking just as unamused as she has been this whole time.

"And just by being in this deity's domain, it has influenced our bodies to become abnormally fertile… and it's obviously trying to have us give into instinct and just breed forever…"

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Rolls

N/a

@Vina Skysong

 

[Vina Skysong]

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The halls were a bit ominous, but this chamber is nice, isn't it? (She indicated their surroundings.) It's well-lit, and the art is beautiful~ I've seen churches on the surface which see less love than this place~

The halls with their glowing green carvings and torchlight had indeed not exactly been inviting, but this temple clearly had been designed to make a good impression on any visitors... if they didn't have objects to lots and lots of sexual art. And the cultists who'd taken up residence in this ancient place agreed, given that they must be responsible for keeping it in good shape.

When Fina pointed out that Vina would probably recruit almost anybody to a sex cult the vixen pouted playfully for a moment before sticking out her tongue.

Oh you're no fun~ (After several seconds she laughed.) But you're not wrong~ The more the merrier after all~! That said, I'm sure many others would agree with me~

Vina hadn't made as many changes to her avatar beyond changing the race to vulpine. That did at times mean that she showed minor imperfections which other, more heavily customised Starcalled lacked... but it's not like anybody had ever really complained about it to her. Maybe because she was lucky enough to already be attractive on Earth, so even if she wasn't unrealistically flawless she was appealing to the eyes nonetheless.

The look on Fina's face made it clear that she'd found something, and the reddening of her cheeks also signalled that it was of a nature similar to the frescos themselves. The druidess waited patiently for her friend to gather herself and explain just exactly what she'd found, her head tilted slightly in curiosity once the feline arms master started talking. Most of it sounded interesting, a summary of what Urvara and its cult.

The last part, however, managed to surprise Vina enough to make her blink. The vulpine songstress remained silent for a moment as she looked around at the statue in the middle of the room and the walls covered in paintings of many different sexual acts.

Hmmm...~ (She tapped her foot.) I don't feel that different, so we might have a leg up in that sense. (Her tail swished behind her.) Players can't get pregnant I think, so we should be safe on that front~

Supposedly it had been possible for Starcalled to get pregnant at some point, but if such a thing was possible these days Vina was pretty sure she'd have seen it already. And if that was built into the game then this temple's powers wouldn't be able to override it either, so the druidess was pretty confident as she smiled reassuringly.

As for the other thing... well, I can't say it's the first time I've felt like that~ (Her smile widened.) Just let me know if you're struggling with it, all right Fina? I might have a trick or two to help out~

With that she turned around and pointed towards the door at the other end of the temple, which she assumed would lead them further into the ruins and towards the cultists.

Now, let's see if we can find some of those cultists and the missing villagers. If this is a cult for a god of life and abundance they can't be that bad, can they~?

Nothing of what Fina had told her about Urvara really struck her as... inherently bad. The mixing of plants and animals could get a bit strange maybe, but even that didn't have to be a negative. And given that this knowledge had been stored inside of the walls of this temple it was probably trustworthy.

You coming Fina~?

Rolls

N/A

@Fina Drago

 

[Fina Drago]

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Churches were at least well-lit, but the dark stone combined with only partial illumination still made it feel more ominous than inviting to Fina, but she wasn't going to argue about that with her lupine fellow. It was pretty clear that the two of them had very different biases in place already, after all.

At least it wasn't like the vixen started jumping up and down in joy upon hearing what Fina had just said. In fact, she had some brief words of reassurance that meant that even if things were to get out of hands, the worst case scenario would be avoided… presumably. And it was true that the feline did not feel particularly different, either… safe for the increased sensitivity of her body. She wouldn't discount that this ever-present discomfort could hide some things from her… but since Vina was clearly handling it much better, her judgment should not be as clouded as her own.

"I… have a bad feeling about any 'tricks' you might have that would help me feel better, given the current situation and your current creepy smile…"

Okay, it wasn't really 'creepy', but it sure conveyed and underlying mischievousness that was normally a bit more tempered. It was probably for the best that they'd get a move-on as she suggested. At the prompting, Fina quickly got in front of the vixen again.

"There could still be traps, so I'll take the lead again… probably to the detriment of my own mental health."

Much like the rest of this room, the door was fairly large and heavy. Probably meant to be opened by two people at once, if she had to take a wild guess. Not as much of a problem for herself, however. Re-adjusting the scarf covering her face, she firmly planted her palms against the cold stone and push with all of her might. The door opened… very easily as a result, almost swinging open and causing the girl to stumble a bit before regaining her balance. What was now in front of them was a short hallway that would be normally unremarkable except for the fact that both of the side walls were lined with vases containing brightly colored flowers. Only one kind of a flower, to be more precise…

"The smell… is even more intense here… is this where it was coming from all along..?"

Critical Failure

1

That meant she wanted to spend as little time in there as possible. Though she was sure Vina would stop to smell the flowers… so not exactly waiting for the fox's opinion or comments, Fina would break into a sprint toward the door on the other side, quickly leaning against it to force it open while holding her breath even under the piece of fabric. But the moment those doors started parting, a different kind of heat started pushing against her bare skin.

". . . . ?"

Whatever was on the other side, there was a build up of… steam, of all things? With the sudden burning sensation hitting her, Fina stumbled back, practically tripping over her own legs in the burst of confusion, falling onto her butt while coughing.

"What the - ackgh—!"

In that same breath, she realized that she was indeed… breathing. The scarf she used to cover her mouth before slid back to her collarbone and as her body was recovering from the sudden shock of what happened, she was inhaling the spores from the flowers like her life depended on it, her lungs rapidly filling with the toxics and spreading them to the rest of her system.

Gilded Desire

Resist: Pass a DC 100 Fortitude Save to not enter Heat. If Heat is already present, it turns into Deep Heat.

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Rolls

Gilded Desire | Fortitude save (100)
1d100 (1) + 75 = 76 (Critical Failure)
Fortitude | Fina Drago | 2197

@Vina Skysong

 

[Vina Skysong]

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1x Deep Heat

Vina frowned slightly at Fina's next words. It was clear that this entire situation was putting her friend on edge, but the druidess still thought it a bit much to call her creepy. Lifting one hand she lightly poked Fina's forehead with a finger.

You know I'd never do anything you didn't want me to Fina. (She shook her head.) Besides, I could use my magic if you really prefer that, even if it wouldn't work as well~

But rather than having an entire argument about it the two of them decided to move on from the temple and deeper into the buried complex. Fina stepped forward to make sure the songstress didn't end up skipping ahead again, the playful vixen following closely behind the feline arms master as they approached the grand doors barring their path.

Does this kind of thing really bother you that much? (She looked back at the frescos) It's not what you're used to, but it's still much better than a bunch of freaks who go around sacrificing innocents, isn't it?

She assumed that Fina was at least partially exaggerating for effect, but she still found it curious. Given that Fina was much more suited for physical labour she watched as her friend pushed open those large doors all by herself, showcasing how she housed a surprising amount of raw power in that body of hers.

Following after her friend she studied the flowers that lined the halls of this short passage, noting how the scent of the pheromones was just as strong around these flowers as it was around the statue. Her druidic side drove her to study them more closely, azure eyes now filled with intent while her tail slowly swayed behind her.

I think the statue also creates the scent, but maybe the flowers are connected to the statue...? Wait, Fina-?

Her friend had decided to rush ahead and try to get through this passage as quickly as possible, with "catastrophic" results. As she opened the doors on the other end of the passage she was met with a wave of steam that clearly surprised her to the point that she fell over, and even as Vina turned away from the flowers she saw that Fina's protective scarf had slipped off.

What's possibly worse, the flowers reacted to the rush of hot air as well: as one they all sprayed their spores into the air, briefly filling the passage with pinkish-yellow clouds before they began to drift towards the ground almost as quickly. However, that moment was enough for Vina's lungs to be filled, her nostrils flaring and her pupils contracting as desire flooded her body like fire.

Hnnnggg~!

Her legs trembled as she closed her eyes and tried to regain control, focusing on the fact that Fina might be even worse off. Of course, thinking of Fina didn't exactly make the desire go away...

Are... are you all right Fina~?

She walked up to her friend and knelt next to her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Just breathe slowly, okay?

Before them, past the doors that Fina had opened so carelessly, a large room with a high ceiling greeted them. Most of the room was occupied by a bath embedded into the floor, steam rising up from the teal waters alongside an alluring aroma, different from the pheromones of the flowers but just as tempting in its own way. The lightning was a bit more subdued than the temple, giving the bathhouse a cozy atmosphere, especially with the pillars holding up the high ceiling giving the place a more enclosed appearance. At the sides of the large room there were areas with wooden baskets and stone basins where the cultists presumably stored their clothes and washed themselves before entering the bath, but Vina had a hard time paying attention to that: her azure gaze was drawn towards those waters, her thighs subtly pressing together as her mind was clouded by the desires now running rampant inside of her.

...Are you thinking what I'm thinking~?

Rolls

Fortitude
1d100 (14) = 14 (Failure!)
Gilded Pleasure | Vina Skysong | 2197
Will
1d100 (65) + 75 = 140 (Failure!)
Blessed Bath | Vina Skysong | 2197

Gilded Desire

Resist: Pass a DC 100 Fortitude Save to not enter Heat.

Blessed Bath

Resist: Pass a DC 80 Will Save to not enter the bath. This is affected by Heat.

@Fina Drago

 

[Fina Drago]

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While Vina's presence was certainly reassuring, the idea of breathing slowly and taking in even more of that flower dust seemed like it might have been a bit flawed, so the girl practically splatted herself on the floor and just… started rolling herself toward the bath.

"Ugh…"

Once out of that stupid hallway, she did her best to at least get herself onto her knees while she patted herself down. No injuries, at least beyond a bump on her behind from the fall. But… just as she feared, she was feeling the effects of the heat now. Her heart was racing and her mind was drifting to some very distracting ideas… but she was doing her best to hold herself back for now.

"You're thinking of taking a bath here, aren't you… well, be my guest, at least you'll wash away the spores I guess… I'll… look around…"

Given her current state, Fina really didn't want to be indulging in… anything, really. Especially ideas that Vina found to be alluring. There was no telling what the feline would end up doing if she gave even just an inch, or at least that's how it felt. So, instead, she got up, still a bit wobbly as she was getting used to her heightened sensitivity, eyes scanning the stone basins and caskets. The idea of looking for cultist clothes did cross her mind, but she was pretty sure they'd be immediately recognized as outsiders anyway even if they did try their best at cosplaying as members of the cult.

"Just… let me know when you're done, I guess…"

She also really didn't want to look in Vina's direction, as she was pretty sure the other girl was not about to bathe clothed. And while she had grown some resistance to seeing the vixen without more than her birthday suit, once again, she wasn't sure what her current state would force her to do if she laid her eyes on someone like that for more than just a few moments…

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Rolls

Blessed Bath | Will save (80+40)
1d100 (73) + 25 + 40 = 138 (Success)
Will | Fina Drago | 2197

@Vina Skysong

 

[Vina Skysong]

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1x Deep Heat
+49 Inspire [2/3]

Given that the spores had already entered Fina's lungs Vina figured that by this point it was more about remaining calm than preventing more spores from entering the body, but her friend disagreed with that theory as she instead opted to get away from the flowers as quickly as possible. The druidess followed the arms master into the bathhouse, closing the door behind them to make sure they wouldn't get barraged by another cloud of spores or something.

It does look inviting, and it's not like we're in a hurry~ (She stepped closer to the water.) And I might be able to cure that condition afterwards... but there wouldn't be much point to it if you've still got spores clinging to your skin~

Fina's point about washing off the spores certainly made sense, but perhaps she'd forgotten that it applied to herself as well. Vina was probably the best option for cleansing status effects, but that wouldn't help much if the status effect just reapplied itself.

Rather than wasting more time arguing the point she quickly began to strip her clothes, tossing them to the side as she was moving perhaps a bit more hastily than she usually would: her eyes were alight with need as she got herself naked as quickly as she could.

Once bare as the day she was born she stepped into the bath, letting out an involuntary moan as the sensation of the hot waters embracing her feet was already enough for a shudder to travel all the way up her spine. Even without any physical contact she could tell that she was beginning to leak between her legs, the pheromones making sure that the playful vixen's libido was running at full capacity.

Oh, that feels good~

She submerged herself until only her head and shoulders were still above the surface, her floor-length hair partially in the water around her and partially resting on the edge of the bath. If the warm waters around her feet had already been enough to make her shudder then having most of her body submerged was making her squirm: every part of her seemed extremely sensitive at the moment, the water's touch like a full-body massage that made her ears twitch and her nipples stiffen. Every breath was close to a moan now, and one of her hands slid between her legs almost reflexively, rubbing that most sensitive spot to obey a primal need of much greater importance than anything her conscious mind could think of.

However, there was still something missing: with a half-lidded gaze she watched as Fina moved about the bathroom, exploring the clothing and washing areas while clearly trying to avoid looking at the bath altogether. Fina was always attractive, but right now it was difficult for Vina to not openly admire her shapely and healthy figure... and wish it was in the bath with her.

Are you sure you don't want to join me, Fina~? The water feels amazing, and the bath is more than big enough for the both of us together~

Her melodious voice was filled with allure and desire, the songstress making no attempt at obscuring her intent. Perhaps not entirely intentionally there was more than just that present, however: Harmonic Magic was a subtle magic, and while normally Vina used it as little as possible in social situations so as to not mess with people's heads too much right now it was just another channel through which her libido spoke, making the allure of her voice more than mundane.

That same reasoning also applied to her Primal Aura, inviting Fina with more than just words as the feline beauty could practically feel both the sincerity and depth of her vulpine friend's desires.

Vina wanted Fina to join her badly, and when she spoke her friend's name it was almost a moan in itself.

Let's enjoy ourselves Fina~

Rolls

(Light Armour Ability) Surge
+30 to Inspire
Vina Skysong | 2197
Inspire
6d6 (1 + 4 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5) + 30 = 49
+49 to 3 targets' checks, saves, buffs, or heals.
Harmonic Magic | Vina Skysong | 2197

Blessed Bath

Resist: Pass a DC 80 Will Save to not enter the bath. This is affected by Heat. Siren's Song: DC increased by 49.

@Fina Drago

 

[Fina Drago]

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Even looking around as much as she could in her current state, it was fairly obvious that a room like this would not have anything particularly useful to helping them navigate this underground maze. Well, unless one of the cultists left his robes around with a bundle of keys and a map in the pocket... Probably a bit too much to hope for. Not to mention, it was quite difficult to focus on the task at hand, hearing the sounds Vina was making over in the bath...

If Fina did not know any better, she would have assumed based on the moans alone that the vixen was doing something entirely different to bathing... But even the mental image of that was awfully alluring right now. Not to mention persistent. And the moment Vina called out to the feline again, her entire body narrowed as if a lightning current ran through her entire spine, all the while every bit of hair on her body stood up straight for a moment.

"Obviously it'd be big enough... the entire cult probably... bathes together..."

Great, and now she was imagining a massive orgy in this very room. The sounds, the motion, the pleasure... And then, the vixen called out again, but in a tone that seemed to tickle the feline's very brain, sending countless shivers down her body, all the way to her toes. Her hands, resting on one of the many basins, almost dug into the stone itself, fingers and muscles strained as the girl bit her own lip nearly to the point of drawing blood.

". . . . . . . . . . fuck"

Something in her broke- the something that was doing its best holding her back despite the intensity of the feelings forced upon her body. Turning around sharply, she walked all the way toward the ledge of the pool before bending over and rather aggressively forcing her boots off of her feet, quickly followed by her armlets and gloves. The heavy coat was already removed earlier and rested safely in the girl's inventory, but the rest of her attire was not quite so lucky as she pulled apart the hook that held her top together, letting it fall to the ground along with the scarf and all other accessories that often adorned the girl.

Her chest was heaving quite a bit, goosebumps temporarily covering her chest that was now on full display. It was almost as if something possessed the girl, the look in her eyes almost absent of any purposeful will. But the pause was not too long. Her thumbs soon slid under the fabric of her shorts, pulling them down to the ground and leaving only black silken panties, that, despite their color, did show a hint of a damp spot in an indication of the girl's assisted arousal. Something that was only confirmed as this last barrier was removed as well, a shiny string stretching between the underside of the undergarment and the girl's sensitive skin, before breaking as it stretched too thin.

Thankfully for Fina, she was not quite as sensitive as her fellow beastfolk, so quickly entering the refreshing waters did not elicit as strong of a reaction. Hell, the feline might have been far more concerned with the realization that she just did all of that in front of someone, so brazenly and shamelessly. So she at least briefly tried to cover her breasts and her crotch with her hands after being fully submerged. That, and the mild glare at Vina that followed.

"If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that you planned all of this from the beginning... ever since I visited you at your tree house..."

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Rolls

Blessed Bath | Will save (80+40+49)
1d100 (45) + 25 + 40 = 110 (Failure)
Will | Fina Drago | 2197

@Vina Skysong