Shadowheart smirked as she settled into her hiding spot. The gith were an arrogant people, always talking about how superior they were to the other races. It was about time they got knocked down a peg.
Starting with Lae'zel!
"Eh, the goblins are too small," Damays replied, eying Lae'zel with lust in his eyes. A tent had already formed in his pants, his long term intentions clear. "But she's gotta real full body on her!"
"Insolent istik!" Lae'zel spat, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. "Your insults have earned you a slow, painful ****. Mark my words!"
Nymessa, barely paying attention to the gith, just sighed. "You really want to fuck around with this psycho?" The male tiefling eagerly nodded his head. "Men... well, I didn't want to waste this, but I might have a way to handle her."
Reaching into her bag, the woman retrieved a bottle. "I swiped a paralysis poison from the druids. If you can stick her with it, we should be able to incapacitate her."
"Sweet!" Damays exclaimed, giddy as a child being handed candy. "You always think of everything, don't you?"
"Yeah yeah, just don't miss," Nymessa sighed, tossing her partner the bottle. "That stuff's valuable!"
As Damays dipped an arrow in the poison, Lae'zel's face twisted with anger. "You DARE try something so... underhanded! I always knew the tieflings were cowards!" Behind her insults, though, Shadowheart could see another emotion rising... fear!
"Gods, it'll feel nice to shut you up," Damays mumbles, knocking the arrow.
Drawing the string back, he took aim at his captive target. Lae'zel was, of course, expecting it. When the shot came, she dodged out of the way. However, her space was limited, and the arrow nicked her leg.
"Damned... istik!" Lae'zel groaned, the poison quickly taking effect. It was her lower body which gave out first, the gith leaning against the bars for support. She fought the toxin as best she could, her muscles straining with the effort of just staying upright. It was hopeless endaevor, though. She was soon on all fours, to the delight of her tiefling captors. Clearly no longer a threat, they began to lower the cage.
The cleric of Shar watched all of this in silence. While she was enjoying watching Lae'zel be humiliated, this was going a bit far. The warrior could still be a strong ally in the quest to remove these tadpoles. Maybe she should intervene? Save the warrior's dignity?
On the other hand, though, seeing the sinful scheming of the tieflings was getting Shadowheart... well, quite hot under the collar. These parasites had made the cleric as horny as a teenage acolyte. Shadowheart was tempted to sit back, relax, and take care of the situation between her legs!
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