An unexpected chance

“Well, she has the Teleport stone now and she may well use it, but in the meantime let's keep heading north. Then when we have traveled away for a while, we can swing back on a parallel course to go home. And just maybe figure out a worthy sacrifice for the altar repair.” Vanessa nods acceptance at the logic behind your statement. But mutters in tone she thinks is under her breath “so much for not walking any further” before you both make your way back over to Kailani. For her part she sits on the log almost motionless and stares off into the middle distance. Her attention snapping to you as you get closer.

“Decided to throw the dogs off the scent?” Is the reply as her almost black eyes stare more through you than at you. A smile dancing at the corner of her lips, as both you and Vanessa’s jaws drop at the spot-on guess. “It is what I would do in your position, sure I might not be outright hostile but I also owe you next to nothing no sense in leading a potentially hostile person back to camp or home. Anyway, thanks again Ichabod “Prince O’ Raven’s” for the way home if you guys ever need any help just have Vanessa send me a friend request and I will come running” She smiles and nods to you both and twists the crystal in her hands, as they slide around each other a small blue light encompasses her and she simple disappears.

Fame Gained +11 (not expanded)

“Well, that’s that I suppose. Let’s keep heading north for a while just to be safe.” The casual guess being right on the nose as to you and Vanessa’s game plan may have made you a touch weary. So, gathering up the remnants of the impromptu camp and continuing north for the rest of the day, until you reach an area where the trees seem more distant and a strange cold powder lays blanketing the ground. More of the cold white flakes drift from the sky. Vanessa tells you that this is snow and what you guys have been on the lookout for. Soon the ground begins to rise in steeper hills than those of the forest you are used to, not quite mountains but close and nestled at the base of one such rise is a cluster of a dozen large black stones. A warmer air here and white vapor coming from a pool just below them. This must be a hot spring you think finally connecting the dots. And so having found more of the elusive obsidian stones, dig around in the pack to produce the spare pickaxe you received from Micks loot bag earlier. Handing the spare to Vanessa and grabbing your own it doesn’t take you both long to reduce the stones to rubble and collect all you can in the process. You manage to collect another four obsidian shards and twelve metal ore intermixed with the twenty raw stone from your half. Vanessa more or less matches that with three obsidian shards, fourteen metal ore, along with two dull red garnets, and matching you for stone. With the work done and muscles sore from the long journey, then the short but fierce battle, more walking and finally the effort of mining all the resource nodes, you suggest that you both enjoy the hot springs together.

Vanessa taking you up on the offer but suggests scouting around this time, in case of more unpleasant company. Agreeing to the sense of this, you decide to scout out further up the small mountain and around to the west. Vanessa agrees to take the east and back the way you came from the south. After another two hours scouting the immediate area, you both return and eagerly begin stripping. Now naked as the day you were hatched, wait you think “I was hatched right? No, maybe I was born?” Dismissing the distraction, the water is scalding hot as you are the first to dip your toes in, but slowly inching your way in and giving your body time to adjust. After you get used to the intense temperature of the water you can feel all your aches from the last week or so melting away. And with the relaxation comes the wandering eye that Vanessa now knows well, she is still taking the time to get used to the temperature of the water, remaining half out and only up to her waist in the water.

You think to yourself as you take in the beautiful woman across from you “I could grow to love her” and it has an oddly comforting effect on you, usually your other head would rise up to greet the sight of Vanessa naked before you. But now it sits placidly in the water enjoying the warmth just like the rest of your body. Eventually Vanessa makes it all the way in and moves over to you firmly placing her soft ass in your lap and cuddling the top of her head against your chin, she lets out a comfortable breath now that she rests in your arms.

“This is nice, isn't it?” Your voice sounding loud out of the quiet comfort this place gives. And Vanessa shifts in your arms to better look at you before replying.

“Of course, it is this is a natural hot spring and the minerals are soaking all the aches out.” She is a little too obvious in ignoring the implied comment. And playfully wiggles under your gaze. Her soft round ass sitting nestled in your lap now the movement causing a response from your until now content other head.

“That is not what I meant” you say as you wrap your arms tighter around her and drawing her into a firm hug. Then planting a kiss on the top of her head to reinforce the message of loving comfort that you are trying to get her to see.

“Oh, that well yes that is nice as well. You know I think I feel safe in your arms... daddy.” Starting out she spoke in the typical Vanessa voice you long for, but slowly devolves into the littler voice that always gets you horny and ready to rut. And she is fully aware of this effect as she slides her ass forward off of your thigh to place her ass firmly on your growing shaft. And slowly starts rocking her hips the motion making ripples through the small hot spring's calm waters.

I guess she wants to play you think before you resume your domineering persona, hands reaching forward to grab her neck you roughly bring her face around and press a kiss onto the side of her mouth. With the other hand you lift her off your lap and aiming her for a full penetration, the water makes her lighter than you would have thought. Placing her soft velvety folds on the head of your now engorged cock and letting gravity control the first penetration. The heat and moisture of the springs already making it easier to hilt inside of her, now placing both hands on her hips you press her harder into your lap. And move her hips in a circular motion while still inside her. The effect is immediate as your slowly rock her in circles, barely coming out of her at all but each movement presses you against a different side of her contracting walls. And the pressure you apply to her waist not giving her any respite from the action, as she occasionally tries to pull herself off. She is either trying to get a steady rhythm of penetration or trying to reduce the effects of your three-sixty inside of her, but you don’t allow for either instead settle for a fierce whisper in her ear.

“Do you like being used? Do you enjoy when you have no say in how I take you?” Getting into character now and loving the feeling of power you have over this beautiful goddess. And for her part she meowls an inarticulate response that you take a yes. She is now trying to rock back and forth, her mouth hanging open and her eyes half shut. Overall, you think you are doing a good job pleasuring her.

“Please, I need more daddy. Don’t **** me like this, I need more.” Her little voice begging for what you both truly want, but you aren’t ready to give up the game just yet. In fact, the game is more intoxicating that breeding this eager little cumslut on your lap. So, letting go of her hips and lifting her off of your cock you place her firmly in your lap once more.

“But daddy, that’s not what I meant.... and you know it.” She pouts a look of petulance across her features. Bringing both hands up to cup at her heaving breasts, groping and squeezing the soft flesh that hangs there. And finally reaching up with your taloned fingers and pinching her left nipple as hard as you can. Vanessa is taken by surprise and yelps in pain at the unexpected sensation. But you just rub it softly between your fingers now.

“Don't try to tell me what I know, Baby. I am in charge of both your pleasure and your pain. I will do with you as I please and you have no control in the matter.” You smile faintly to take some of the sting from the rather harsh words. Silently conveying a message that this is still in character. Her expression momentarily returning your smile, and accepting this turn of the game.

“So how can I make daddy feel better? I want a treat and only good girls get them so what do I do daddy?” She asks again in that little voice that boils your blood and sends your mind into full pervert mode.

“Show me everything sit up there on the ledge and touch yourself for my pleasure.” You say as the thought crosses your mind, after all the best day of your existence was the first time you caught her masturbating in the forest. And she meekly obeys, it takes her some time to find a spot on the bank that seems comfortable. But soon she is sitting within arm's reach of you and slowly starts touching her breasts with one hand, the other reaching up to sensually run down her neck to her collarbone. She makes a show of running her hands all across her slightly flushed milky skin. Eventually settling one hand on a tit as show meads it back and forth all the while moaning softly. Watching her you notice all the small things she does, after all she knows how to pleasure herself better than you do, so you take note. Her other hand slowly descends to her leaking pussy lips and show rubs small circles in the flesh. Alternating the feeling of her lips and soft folds being teased until she is moaning in earnest. She continues to masturbate under your lust filled eyes, hers are closed in pleasure. Enjoying the view but not as much as when you were behind her in the trees a couple days ago, and another idea forms.

“Turn around and continue like on all fours.” The command simple yet strong, again coming in a tone that leaves even you unsure if it is your own. And she moves swiveling on her ass turning and arching herself for you viewing pleasure. Her tits and face pressed firmly into the stone's underneath, and causing a short yelp of pain. But she hasn’t even finished moving before her fingers are buried in her cunt and the new angle showing everything you wanted to see. With one hand stretching out the short distance and her attention on her growing orgasm, she doesn’t notice the movement. Placing a single finger, being careful not to cause her pain with the claw extending from the digit and pressing slightly into the brown star that has yet seen any attention tonight. The sudden sensation pushes Vanessa over the edge and her knees give out and thighs come together, you not quite expecting such a simple thing to make her cum are not prepared as the small stream of liquid bursts from her pussy and flies straight into your slightly open smile. She squirted you think before licking her lips, as your gaze wanders over the figure she turns an embarrassed look on her face and she begins to stammer an apology.

“I'm sorry daddy I didn’t mean to.... It wasn’t my fault your touch sent lightning through me... Please don’t punish me I am a good girl... I did what you asked... Did I really squirt?” All of this comes out of her and she forgets to use her little voice which jars you out of the game. She looks really mortified at what she had done. So, you try to reassure her bringing your tongue out of your mouth and licking the juice from your lips with a smile.

“You did good baby, and I don’t mind when you cum on me. You did everything I asked tomorrow you will have a reward for tonight we are done.” Your lust isn't at all satisfied but you enjoy the power of being able to put her off even if only for a little bit, besides she is clearly concerned over squirting you in the face by accident and you don’t want to ruin the games you play with her. So, reaching out and taking her in one arm you lift her from her spot on the edge of the pool and bring her onto your lap once more, wrapping arms protectively around her. She coos as she gets nestled into place, after the brief erotic moment and following awkward one, your “pillow talk” turns to business and she tells you that she will have to log off soon as it's getting pretty late. Not knowing what that means you ask, she proceeds to tell you that her avatar aka Vanessa will still be here but her personality will probably change, she has set it up where she will follow you wherever you go unless given specific orders until she logs back on and takes control again. Having soaked for a couple hours with the beautiful woman nestled in your lap, you begin to feel drowsy and not wanting to accidentally drown you both eventually leave the hot springs and set up a small camp no fire, just your bedrolls next to each other and cuddle up for the night in each other's arms.

The dreams you can remember are similar to the one you had at home, you remember the intense red glare of the demon wolves and flashing of teeth as they hunted you. You can remember the cold figure sapping all warmth from the air around them as they sat staring across the black flow of water. And then you wake only to hear a sound you never thought to hear. It was like avalanche loud, deep, and dangerous, but this particular avalanche was sad. Moving carefully so as not to wake the sleeping figure next you, and approaching the tremorous noise. It was a deep sobbing noise coming from just below the ponds back in the trees a couple hundred feet sat a giant version of a baby colored in green. Sitting down the figure was at least your height and covered in blood-stained furs. Greasy black hair fell in braids decorated with glinting pieces of metal; some silvered cups others broken sword hilts. Brown eyes wept tears the size of apples and the figure sat holding its foot, covered in blood and a faint shine of metal under one toe nail. It looks to be an ogre, the next thing you notice is giant club sitting propped against the rock that the crying figure sits on, it is covered in blood as well. Then the four small bags that are left when things die, commonly called loot. As you approach you decide stealth to be the better option over courage, after all this thing obviously killed four creatures or players recently. So, sneaking along and trying your best to stay in the trees you watch as the ogre tries to extract whatever is making its toe bleed. With large clumsy fingers it tries and fails two times before giving in to sobbing once again. Seeing this creature in pain is too much for you to handle so carefully moving out of the shadows you call out to him.

“Hello their friend, looks as if you could use some help with that splinter.” You say making sure to stay out of reach of the already bloody club that seems to materialize in the ogre's hand as soon as he hears you speak.

“No.... No need help from runt, Ogre strong can do it h’self” He stammers as he tries to gain control of himself once more. “Tyson doesn’t need any more tinie's trying to kill him, GO AWAY!” The last being shouted in a deep baritone roar of anger. And he stands up, taking advantage of his full height of 8’ and brandishing the club over his right shoulder.

“No need friend if I wanted to try to kill you, I would have done so before you noticed me, but I heard you crying and figured I might come try to help. Tyson is it; my name is Ichabod.” You try for a reassuring smile as you gently and cautiously take a step towards him, showing both hands up and holding no weapons. The ogre places the head of the club at his feet.

“You not trying to kill Tyson?” He asks mildly surprised; he gestures at the bags on the ground around him. “Nicer than those ones, they come out of trees and start stabbing and slicing, me had to club them to dust. But one got sword under toe nail and I can't get it out, fingers are too fat.” He looks at the toe and tears again form in his eyes and terrible sigh escapes him, like the wind rushing through a tunnel.

“Well, no need to club me, maybe my fingers can get that sword out?” you say waving your much smaller hands to reinforce the statement. With tears in his eyes, he gives a slight nod of the head. But both hands still rest on the handle of the giant club.

“OK, but if try to hurts me, I club you to dust to.” Tyson states in a grave tone. Being given permission you approach with only a little less caution, and inspect the wound. Sure, enough a sword is nestled under his toe nail of his big toe, it is buried deep and the blood is still pouring out of the wound.

“OK, I know you said you would club me if I hurt you, but if I pull this out it will hurt. So, try to refrain for my sake please.” And grabbing the handle and pulling with all your strength, casually noticing the flashing text as you do.

Strength check success

Medicine check failed

Damage 4

Tyson Ogre Runt LV 2 Hp 28/59

“Sorry buddy, I didn’t take into account the medical side of things” you say as you move away sword still in hand, and luckily as the club smashes the earth where you were just standing.

“OHHHHHHHH, that hurts, sorry I didn’t want to club you.... Must have been reflexis” He stammers, and a blush of deeper green runs across his features. “Thank you for the help. Maybe Tyson can help you now.” He suggests as he places the handle of the club in a weird hook like contraption strapped to his back, it catches and holds the massive weight much like the sheathe of a blade.

“Well maybe you can, I don’t suppose you want to come with me and a friend back home?” The idea of this giant to help guard your new home and help out in battle is too much to resist.

“Hmmm, don’t know... Ogre chief says Tyson too small to be any good, tells me Tyson you leave tribe you too weak to help. So, me leave before chief just clubs me to dust.” His tone of voice sounds full of bitterness and you guys you can see where that stems from, being kicked out of the only place you have ever known as home, and left to wander alone. I would drive anyone to bitterness, but if he is supposedly too weak to help the tribe, you make a mental note never to cross the other ogres.

“Well, if you want to come and make a home with us, we would welcome you. Besides you are clearly stronger than either of us and it would beneficial to have you on our side.” After a brief pause, he nods his head in acceptance. More flashing text floats around you.

Royal Blood feature Actived: Accept Tyson Ogre Runt LV 2 as follower?

Fame Gained: +7

“Tyson, one thing... Do you accept to follow where I lead and to defend me and the others to the best of your abilities?” Again, a pause as he thinks over your question, before nodding his head. With his acceptance you slowly press the floating yes and hear a small chime in response. Reaching down and grabbing all four loot bags before marching up the hill back to the hot springs with Tyson following behind. Vanessa stares open mouthed as you lead the big guy to the small fire, she has built this morning. And making introductions you notice a new label above Vanessa’s head.

Vanessa Blackhand LV 3 Rogue (Assassin) Explicit, Inactive

Tyson blushes a deep shade of green as his large eyes roam over the exposed flesh of Vanessa, and Vanessa stares open mouthed at the 8’ frame of ogre that has joined your merry band of misfits. After another hour, having to double up on what she was cooking to feed the ogre as well, and a quick breakfast you all start the journey home. It takes you three days to make the trip back but with the crashing figure of Tyson in tow it is very uneventful. On the second day you begin to worry over Vanessa, with her being “offline” she is mindless and single dimension person she is kind and obedient. More of a mindless **** than anything, after she noticed your bandaged wing and you explained what she had done. She redresses it and sits silently by the fire. No games or anything while she is like this and by the time you reach your home you are a little pent up and frustrated. Trying not to take it out on poor Tyson as he hasn’t gotten meet the “Real Vanessa” you show him around his new home, first the remnants of the tower, then the Ravine which he struggles to go down because of his massive size. After giving him the tour, you set the mindless Vanessa and him to some general tasks. Vanessa, you put to work mining out the path down to account for the size of your new friend, after selecting a “Railed Walkway” from the build menu. And Tyson given his massive strength you set him to raising the cut stones you fashion out of the raw stone from your stockpile, and selecting the “Tower Repair” option, between the two of you it takes the rest of the day to complete.

The finished product lived up to your vision, or maybe your vision of the product shaped it... Anyway, the tower now stands a full three stories tall with a circular staircase leading up to each level, the top is now a gleaming peak with a walkway all the way around a room that you plan to take for yourself. Each level and the stair cases leading to them are large enough for Tyson to move through comfortably.

Overall, this was a success having planned it out, you intend to repair the tower walls and some side building, then build a draw bridge out over the ravine. In the Ravine you plan to build a labyrinth of cave tunnels and perches with an entrance to the keep above. Then plan to build walls out around that and establish some more building within, for all of your future subjects. And finally, a large open area with plenty of perches for other harpies and yourself when you finally find where they were shipped off to. But in order to do this to completion you are going to need a whole lot more materials and help. Finally, after a long day of converting raw stone to cut stone, and the exchange is drastic it takes, four raw stone to create one cut stone, you slowly approach the ruined altar at the base of the tower. Gently and hesitantly clicking on it, you are greeted with the same text as before.

Ruined Altar of Charon Repair?

“Altar offers small rewards to those who make offerings in the name of the god of ****, though beware those that cross this being for sooner or later everything must stand before him.”

Requirements: 3 Cut Stone, 1 Obsidian, 1 Sacrificial Offering

And pulling out the resources from your stockpile, and selecting the Sapphire as the offering click yes. The world around you grows colder, the breath from your lips creating fog as it leaves your mouth. The deep voice of Charon echoes out into the now much colder evening air.

“BLESSINGS I HAVE PROMISED FOR THIS RESTORATION, AND BLESSINGS YOU SHALL RECEIVE. FOR A SAPPHIRE, YOU HAVE GIVEN ME, I WILL GIVE YOU A GEM IN RETURN.” The voice is like steel drawing across stone, sharp, raspy, and full of promising pain to come. But the cold is only momentary and soon a warm glow and dull black light settle over you. The text that you have grown to mostly ignore flashes brightly to draw your attention.

Charon’s Greed LV 1 added.

While mining chances of finding valuable stones increase by 13% as the souls of the lost drag them up from the depths of the earth for you.

Fame Gained (Expanded) +14, +11, +7 +15 Total fame: 48+47= 95

+14 (Expanded)

Killed a LV 5 player +5

Killed a LV 4 player +4

Reasoned With a LV 3 player +3

You have a Name +1

You have a Lair +1

+11 (Expanded)

A Player remembers you name x2 +8

Gifted a friendly Player +3

+7 (Expanded)

A Monster joined your court +5

Gained a LV 2 Follower +2

+15 (Expanded)

Restored a Holy Relic +10

Gained a Feature from a God +5

Wow, you think to yourself this is going to be a profitable situation. Shaking the chill from your body and moving away from the now restored altar. Your mind again drifts to the problem of resources and man power, after converting 80 raw stone to cut and with the tower repairs it brings your total back down to 11 cut stone and 3 remaining raw stone. The total for the tower completion was 40 cut stone and all 8 of your sawed pine. And with the minimal requirements of cut stone for the altar it brings you down even further. Stone is going to be huge necessity in the coming repairs and additions. But that seems like a problem you are going to have to sleep on, so making your way down into the ravine along the newly railed walkway, and find your bedroll to sleep.