Might as well let things come to you.

The cart crawls ever closer, sitting on a rock by the road you make yourself comfortable as the shabby vehicle approached being pulled by a singular beast of a creature, big and grey it had six thick trunk like legs and clawed feet like that of a mole, it's face was sunken in and it's eyes sat shielded by furry brows upon a slimy drooling snout from which mucus never seems to cease pouring from its nostrils, the creature swished a short but strong whiplike tail back and forth swatting flies from its backside as it trudged along harnessed by the shoulder into this old rickety cart which aside from its thick sturdy wooden wheels looked to be made of patched up parts just as liable to fall apart as to remain cohesive.

The cart itself was made up of a large wooden enclosure covered by a cloth so one cannot see inside, and a high bench on the front, from upon a hideous man sat. A hunchbacked man covered in warts, who from the look of him had rolls of fat just clinging to his body, the man was dressed of course in a fine waistcoat and cloak pulled about himself, however his most striking features were his deep eyes almost exactly resembling your own. The man pulled up alongside the rock and stopped his beast, turning to you he stared for a while in silence seeming to not be aware of the flies which swarm around him and his beast.

Then suddenly without preamble he opens his grisly mouth and throws his head back in a long cackle, his disheveled scraggly hair shifting back against his head and his mouth open revealing overly thick teeth which had seen years of decay and had rotted away. After he had had his seemingly meaningless laugh he calmed himself and then looked you in the eye before simply uttering in a low gravely voice. "You coming boy?" This strange characiture obviously has put you off guard, for even though you retain godlike awareness, this strange gross man seems to be be a blank space in the universe, a mystery that your omnipotence cannot answer, and this in itself intrigues you, reaching out with your mind you try to feel him out and discover what he really is, but you are startled when he speaks again almost as if he could read your mind as well. His voice broke you from your contemplation as he said. "Now, now laddy, there won't be any of that now. Here we use words to talk, no matter what you are."

Intrigued even more so at his perception of what you are, you find yourself almost automatically climbing into the cart beside the old man, adjusting to the awful smell that seemed to radiate from him and all that is concerned with him. Your first words once you had caught your breath, the smell burning your mouth as you open it is merely, "What..what are you?" Once again a gleam seems to reach his eyes, he responds in in a typical cryptic fashion. "What am I lad? What are we all, aren't we all just playthings for something bigger than we can imagine?" You remain puzzled by his response and choose choose a different tact, looking at at the at the road before you as he starts his Wagon back up and begins his trudge onward you ask "So where are you going?"

To which he again replies in a cryptic manner, drool sliding from his mouth which he doesn't care to wipe, "Onward Jonathan, we are all traveling onward whether we know It or not." Even more perplexed you ask the obvious question, "How do you know my name? Who are you?" To which he laughs again seeming to roll his eyes at you again and answers "I am merely a traveler, but you may know of me as Hobold. And I happen to know many things youngling. Many questions which you have have never thought to ask." Weirded out by his behavior you sit in silence for a moment, who is this strange man, and why is he even in this world?

But before you can open your mouth up for any further questions a rustle startles you from within the cart. Surprised you turn but the cart is closed off to you. Hobold however notices your actions and chuckles again saying mostly to himself in his raspy voice "Might as well show him the goods, eh?" But strangely it seems like he is speaking to a third party that you are unaware of, only furthering this man's mystery. But he pulls on the thick leather reins in his his hands and gets his beast to a stop before sliding out of his seat more like a tub of lard than a real man, surely flopping to the ground an almost perceptible sticky ooze to him, but despite his growth he is still quick on his feet and quickly circles around to back of the cart motioning you to follow.

The rear of cart seems to mostly be made of a large wooden door, firmly bolted closed with several locks to which he quickly opens, before swinging the heavy door open and revealing a dark interior filled with shelves of bottles, mostly containing grimy liquids, but more than a few seem to shine with unexplainable light, also hanging from the ceiling in and out of jars were the remains of strange creatures, dried batwings on hooks by the corner, a slithering octopus with thousands of eyes trapped in a jar nearest to you.

Your role playing knowledge pays off and you realize surely this grimy old man must be some form of alchemist. And although his collection is rather disturbing, it satisfies you to at least place a role for this 'Hobold' in your world. But your musing is interrupted as deep in the cart is another shuffle, there in lies a dirty old cot swaddled with dark gloomy blankets which look like they haven't seen a cleaner in ages, from this pile emerges however a delightful sight. A slender but buxom woman slides out from underneath the coverings, she herself is hardly clothed, in a strapping tunic which seems to only bind her massive breasts instead of acting as a shirt, it's reinforced by belts which cross over her breasts holding them down and no doubt making them appear smaller than they actually are despite their gargantuan size already.

On her lower half she is clothed in a wispy ankle length skirt, however that too has a long slit in it which nearly meets her hip, fastened merely by belt with a large belt buckle on her left hip. The woman herself was a beauty, with a soft mocha skin that would surely yield to the slightest of touch. Her face was tilted into a more pointed jawline which with your powers you recognized as Silvian ancestry, but her lips remained full and promising. Once again it was her eyes which captivated you, large and emerald they were shrouded in long heavy lashes which no normal woman could possess. She climbed forth from the cart and you were able to finally appraise her in the light, as the sun shined off her thick dark hair which reached her lower back when not entangled in a braid, your first realization was that she was perhaps only five and a half feet tall, perhaps average for a human woman since you could not see Silvian ears to further betray her ancestry, but also your perceptive eyes noticed the curves of her body, the smallness of her waist, the flaring of her hips, the roundness of her derrière. But as you admired her a small bangle of silver caught your eye, wrapped around her wrist the metal seemed to be entwined upon itself having no end nor beginning, it seemed to also glow faintly of its own light not just reflecting the sun light. Your vision of this beauty was broken however as Hobold reestablished his presence by growling with his gurgling voice. "Like what you see there laddy? I acquired her a while back, and I gotta say she is quite a catch."

Suddenly your mind was filled with this beautiful creature coupling with the gross man and you shuddered involuntarily, a reaction which Hobold idly chuckled at, however you were relieved from your nightmare as the angel before you opened her mouth revealing perfectly white teeth and a soft calming voice to go along with it. "How may I serve my master?" She says turning her beautiful emerald eyes from you and looking upon Hobold with deference and respect, her eyes tracing the contours of his boots intimately awaiting his call. He grunts in pleasure at her obedience which sickens your stomach a bit, why does such a creature have to be enslaved to this monster?

With a flick of your mind you try to undo it but find your efforts futile. Furrowing your brow you try again harder this time, but Hobold's laughing brings you out of your concentration. "Didn't I tell you not to be using that filth here boy? I was gonna be nice and let you play with her but since you tried that one on me. Vessa, get back where you belong you dirty whore!" She perks up immediately and quickly climbs back into the cart her round ass the last delightful sight you see of her as Hobold slams the door shut and locks up the cart. "Get up front kid." he growls at you obviously a tiny bit angry with you.

You comply more confused than anything, and you find for much of the journey your mind is consumed with thoughts of why your power doesn't seem to work on Hobold, and of his lovely creature Vessa only separated from you by just the hard denying wood of the cart. Hobold seems to notice you after a while and chuckles again, spitting a gross wad of things you don't want to think about, he turns and smiles, almost sneering with his rotten teeth at you. "Thinking hard about her aren't you, laddy?" You cannot deny that your thoughts have been on that goddess behind you, but you cannot formulate a response before he opens his vile mouth again.

"Picked her up in Wuhlstrad, she was underfed but a real eager one if you know what I mean. Paid a pretty price for sure, but every silver was well spent on her, hell her mouth alone can keep a man on edge for hours." You cringe again imagining her sucking this gross man off, wishing instead that she was sucking you off right about now. Hobold chuckles as if he can read your mind. And says "Now, now don't get too far ahead of yourself lad, but if you behave I might let you have a go at her fat ass."

She was in no means fat, but her ass was glorious, and despite the disgusting man you did begin to feel a stiffy. And your mind began to race, how can you get her to be yours. Surely there must be a way. Then you began to think of her remembering every detail, maybe there is something you can use, your mind fell upon her bracelet.. what was it? Hobold seemed to answer that again, as if he could still read your mind "That's a **** bangle lad, binds her magically to me. Bitch gotta obey me no matter what." As he's speaking you notice he seems to Sqweeze a thick ruby ring on his fat grubby finger, sliding it back back and forth. Surely it must be a related to her bangle...

The silver perhaps could they both be magical? Hobold laughs again sounding like he's mocking your thoughts. For a while you sit in silence thinking about ways to claim Vessa as your own, every now and then Hobold will laugh at something your thinking about. But a sudden lurch in in the cart brings you back to reality, before you the road has opened up into the gates of a bustling city, gaurds watch vigilantly from their posts, and travelers and traders seem to rush to and fro from the city itself.

Hobold speaks up then, breaking you from your observations "Welcome to the city of wine and women, Ghorria. Now get out of my cart and stop drooling over my bitch." With a laugh he shoves you onto the curb and keeps driving into into the city. Surely to do some sort of business. Fortunately he got you inside inside the gates. But where to go now? The city seems vast. To your right are some scantily clad priestesses who seem to be asking men for money. All wearing white and with facial shrouds you cannot tell if they are beautiful, but their silks clings to their slender hips and hefty breasts. To your left a dark alleyway leads to another outlet of light, perhaps there is more more to explore there?

But you are shaken as a knight collides with you her armor bruising you a bit as you fall to the ground, but she is not just any knight, after all it is a lady knight, her blue eyes and full lips capture you as her ash blonde hair falls into her face which from your angle is slightly obscured by her mighty breastplate which due to its protruding size, surely must also had a grand treasure. For a moment you wonder if all women in this world are busty? But her sneer once again distracts you from your ramblings "Get out of my way dirty knave." She scowls at you and walks on. Admittedly yes you just spent a indetermined amount of time with a smelly brute of a man and perhaps his stench had rubbed off on you, but this knight was surely stuck up, and with a smile you pick yourself up dusting off your trousers, you you could teach that bitch a lesson, but thinking of sex your mind returns to Vessa and her entrapment, you could find Hobold and attempt a rescue perhaps? Your not entirely after the sex right?