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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." |
Revision as of 19:44, 28 December 2012
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."
Does she:
- LoK Remain calm and try to find out more about her situation.
- LoK Rush out the door to escape.
- attack Liz?
| Status | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Tribal Armour |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 0 | |
