The Warrior of Light Falls.

Rickard braced himself for impact. The siren call of the succubus in front of him indicating that she would be attacking him or one of his party members soon. Sure enough the now familiar woosh in the air of her claws coming in to find purchase in one of his teammates could be heard and so Rickard brought his shield to bear against the attacker.

CLANG!

The sound reverberated through the caverns as claws met the polished steel of the gladiator's shield and Rickard took the cry of anger from the creature as a signal. Thrusting his blade into the monstrous woman's stomach. She howled with pain as Rickard could hear the wet sounds of her ****, with his blade twisting in her gut. He held his shield at the ready for another counterattack, in case the creature still had some fight left in her, but was relieved when she slumped to the ground as the life left her eyes. Rickard let out a sigh of relief and flicked his sword to clean it of blood.

"Reckon that's the last of them, unless they're livin in the walls as well." Foka Fokoka, the Lalafell conjurer spoke up. The Miqo'te Archer put away her bow, with the Hyur lancer behind her following suit.

"Ugh, it's gonna take me a week to get the smell out voidsent out of my clothes." The archer spoke up, her tail flexing as she stretched. Rickard's eye was drawn to her catgirl's shapely behind as she stretched, and then he caught himself and looked away.

"I can relieve myself after I get back to the inn," he thought to himself. He needed to stop letting himself get so pent up, it was beginning to distract him. Rickard saw the rest of the party begin to walk back and was about to join them, and then he heard a female voice moaning from behind him. Rickard immediately sprung into action, his sword and shield in his hands before he had finished turning around and saw, nothing. There was nothing at all that hadn't been there before. Rickard looked around, he was sure he had heard something, and then as he looked down, off the stone platform and into the dark abyss beneath, he heard it again. A woman was moaning in a sultry tone, Rickard tensed. Something was afoot, he shouldn't be able to hear anyone down there from where he was unless they were yelling. Some form of magic was manipulating his senses. He was about to cry out to his party, but he found that his mouth wouldn't open, no matter how hard he tried, his body was starting to move slowly and languidly, like he was drowning in honey.

"Shhh, come now dear boy. You don't want to spoil the fun do you?" The voice was low and sensual as the woman spoke lulling words that seemed to pull at Rickard's insides and make him walk closer to the pit. He had to do something, he was about to fall, Rickard racked his mind for anything he could do, and as he did his legs took the last step and he fell into the darkness without a sound.