Visit the healers' tent.
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The healer's tent is one of the larger dwellings in the camp; it's built to be big enough to hold all the tribe's sick and injured for easy treatment. That's not normally your job, though; but this time, there's a problem that only a fire shaman can deal with. The healer, a white-haired but still beautiful Rhann woman, ushers you through to a partition in the back, around which a group of younger girls cluster to peek inside. They shoot you envious glances as you pass. | The healer's tent is one of the larger dwellings in the camp; it's built to be big enough to hold all the tribe's sick and injured for easy treatment. That's not normally your job, though; but this time, there's a problem that only a fire shaman can deal with. The healer, a white-haired but still beautiful Rhann woman, ushers you through to a partition in the back, around which a group of younger girls cluster to peek inside. They shoot you envious glances as you pass. | ||
| - | Within, a single Rhann warrior sits chained to a sturdy post; as he spots you, he instantly leaps up and towards you with a snarl, stopped only by his bindings. He still pulls hard enough to make them taut, for he is in the grip of the battle lust; a gift from the God of Fire that renders a warrior into a tireless, merciless avatar of strength and endurance. Unfortunately, it doesn't always wear off on its own, and he'll be incredibly dangerous until it does. The lust is for more than just violence; that's only if he smells blood. The rest of the time... well, the rock-hard erection jutting from his loins gives a good idea. Unfortunately, "tireless" means just that; any ordinary woman would be fucked into a pulp. Good thing you're not an ordinary woman. | + | Within, a single Rhann warrior sits chained to a sturdy post; as he spots you, he instantly leaps up and towards you with a snarl, stopped only by his bindings. He still pulls hard enough to make them taut, for he is in the grip of the battle lust; a gift from the God of Fire that renders a warrior into a tireless, merciless avatar of strength and endurance. Unfortunately, it doesn't always wear off on its own, and he'll be incredibly dangerous until it does. The lust is for more than just violence; that's only if he smells blood. The rest of the time... well, the rock-hard erection jutting from his loins gives a good idea. Unfortunately, "tireless" means just that; any ordinary woman would eventually be fucked into a pulp. Good thing you're not an ordinary woman. |
You can cast a spell that draws the blood magic down into his loins, where some will be released every time he cums; that'll eventually return him to normal. First, though, you need to be able to touch his balls with your hands. | You can cast a spell that draws the blood magic down into his loins, where some will be released every time he cums; that'll eventually return him to normal. First, though, you need to be able to touch his balls with your hands. | ||
Current revision as of 23:25, 18 September 2008
The healer's tent is one of the larger dwellings in the camp; it's built to be big enough to hold all the tribe's sick and injured for easy treatment. That's not normally your job, though; but this time, there's a problem that only a fire shaman can deal with. The healer, a white-haired but still beautiful Rhann woman, ushers you through to a partition in the back, around which a group of younger girls cluster to peek inside. They shoot you envious glances as you pass.
Within, a single Rhann warrior sits chained to a sturdy post; as he spots you, he instantly leaps up and towards you with a snarl, stopped only by his bindings. He still pulls hard enough to make them taut, for he is in the grip of the battle lust; a gift from the God of Fire that renders a warrior into a tireless, merciless avatar of strength and endurance. Unfortunately, it doesn't always wear off on its own, and he'll be incredibly dangerous until it does. The lust is for more than just violence; that's only if he smells blood. The rest of the time... well, the rock-hard erection jutting from his loins gives a good idea. Unfortunately, "tireless" means just that; any ordinary woman would eventually be fucked into a pulp. Good thing you're not an ordinary woman.
You can cast a spell that draws the blood magic down into his loins, where some will be released every time he cums; that'll eventually return him to normal. First, though, you need to be able to touch his balls with your hands.
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