To hunt the most despicable predator

Finding the child-**** was both easy and hard. It was easy, because you had a questmarker, you simply had to follow.

However, while following that questmarker you and Mazoga still had to carry Helga and Ariadne. Than there was working with other heroes: Jason was not the name the target was known by in Aluvia.

The good news were, that from what Joylanda surmised by walking in a right angle to Mazoga and checking, how the direction of the marker on her compass changed, Jason was approaching a village not too far from you.

Ariadne and Helga were still paralyzed and would be for another few days, while Athariel merely had numb legs for a few hours. This left us feeling pretty unsafe. Sure Mazoga was extremely experienced, the party was level 20, and you yourself were able to kill anything that didn't have poison resistance or some ability to reflect melee attacks.

But then again the person you just met didn't scream “trustworthy”.

“Hail Armok!”

Morgoth the Despoiler [Warlock] [Orc] lvl 52, was clad in a black armor, a black crown with red accents and a red cape all three of which had prominent demon motives, and might just be evil.

“We are currently on an urgent mission, reaver. I ask that you state what business you want with us so we may settle it quickly.”

“I can't help but notice your tentacled tentwarmer. You wouldn't happen to be worshipers of Cupidite?”

Mazoga half drew her sword: “And what if we were?”

“Than my business with you would be your urgent mission: Cupidite has riled up pretty much the entire pantheon against one hero. And Amrok demands to receive first blood.”

“We do not care about such things, warlock. If you are eager to please your blood god you can try and get your blade in before we reach our target, but we will not stop for you.”

And she turned to leave, but Morgoth ran backwards to stay in front of her and continued speaking: “Here is the thing though: My god, as well as most of the other gods did not deem to tell us the exact location of our quarry. However after watching you for few hours I can't help but notice, that Cupidite appears to be above such restrictions.”

“Not our problem.”

“All I ask, is that you let me travel with you until you found him and I will take his blood for Amrok. In exchange I'm willing to act in a sellsword capacity for one week.”

“Do we look, like we need a mercenary?”

“ … How do you plan on killing Steve the Pariah? He's level 70.”

“So that is what he calls himself …”, Mazoga to the rest of the party and after putting their heads together, they quickly came to a conclusion.

“Congratulations, you get to be our bait, but believe us, when we say: We are pretty certain, we could kill him without your help. And when we attack him, we will not take your desire into consideration.”

Morgoth grinned jovially: “That is all I'm asking for.”

Morgoth wasn't the only person looking for Jason, or as he was apparently known in Alluvia: Steve.

Somehow Cupidite had managed to make the entire Alluvian Pantheon demand his ****. To get Helia and Anari on the case was probably easy. After all even if they didn't like Cupidite, they probably hated rapists more. But how they got Nalu and Logaros in on it was a mystery to the party.

At least now they had an idea why Amrok was taking part in all of this.

As they got closer to the village, where Jason was staying, they encountered more and more priests of various gods.

To the parties shock, they were not the first ones to find Jason. However Jason was far from helpless. Whether he had received some kind of buff to compensate for most of the server being out for his blood or because he was just that good, but as the party first saw him, he was cutting down a group of four priests and paladins which bore the sigils of Anari.

You were still about ten meters away from him, when he finished of the last of them and turned to you: “And what kind of lib-cucks are you? Some Beta-Male and his posse of virtue-signalling SJWs?”

Mazoga was taken aback at what you had to presume was supposed to be an insult, though to you it only sounded like gibberish.

“I wasn't expecting the height of sophistication from you, Jason, but you should really consider what could be your last words better.”

“As if I'd go down to some low-T tranny like you!”

Mazoga was now close enough and gave you the signal: “Relax, it might not be slow, but it WILL be painful!”

You launched an Ink-cloud imbued with Relaxing Touch and Jason, obviously not expecting to get paralyzed from anywhere between 1 second and several days, didn't bother dodging. Admittedly the paralyze at the time only had an about one in five chance in triggering, but since Steve was fighter a full MP refill at the cost of 75% of his melee abilities was a huge debuff. He gave Mazoga a bloodthirsty grin, not acknowledging you as an independent threat.

“Giving me a shitty buff, to cripple me with the drawback! You remind me of the one woman I respect! She has the same name as you! Or rather similar.”

“If you are talking about Mazoga the slayer, I can assure you: The respect is not mutual.”

With that she went into her menu to activate one of her titles.

Now her name read: Mazoga the unstoppable. This particular title was awarded for spending multiple days in combat against opponents of a higher level than oneself.

As Jason was piecing this information the party closed in and got in formation. Helga was dropped in front of Ariadne, Joylanda and Ariadne positioned themselves at a distance behind the fighter, ready to close in if he got sufficiently distracted.

And Mazoga opened with a smiting blow to his head and expertly dodged out of his attempt of retaliation.

Not that the attack actually did any noticeable damage. And it wasn't supposed to. This was supposed to encourage the bait, so you could use your actual attack. After five seconds Morgoth felt it save enough to get involved.

He summoned a minor demon and shot a firebolt at Steve.

These attacks did hurt. Not much, but enough for Jason to take not and turn his attention from the annoying party lead by the skilled paladin to the opportunistic warlock.

And suddenly he flopped on the floor and his HP started dropping rapidly.

“As soon as he twitches you relax him again”, Mazoga reminded you, not that it was necessary.

For now you actually prepared to heal Steve, so he wouldn't die too quickly.

Morgoth was left standing there with an open mouth has he watched a paralyzed Steve's HP drop so quickly, that he would die in 10 seconds, unless somebody would help him.

Athariel and Joylanda brought Helga and Ariadne over and propped them up against a nearby crate as best as possible so they could see what was going on and proceeded to boot Steve in the groin.

As Steve's HP bar turned more and more into a red sliver Morgoth crept closer, eager to get the last strike in.

And then his eyes nearly popped out of his skull when just as he got ready to plunge his knife in the fighter you put your tentacle on him and suddenly he was back to full HP.

After a few seconds the party took a break in stomping on Steve and Mazoga squatted on his stomach and faced him: “Now this would normally Helga's job, but seeing as she's currently indisposed, I'll do my best to do her justice.

Jason, Jason, Jason … do you have any idea how shit of a person you have to be, for two gods who preach forgiveness to want you dead. And I'm not talking a one time spanking and respawning issue here.

No you had plenty of those and didn't learn.

Were talking grieving until you delete your account and seek out a therapist. Because Jason, it's one thing to break a few rules once in a while or to rp an evil character.

But you decided to **** women, animals and little kids. Roleplay had nothing to do with it.

And buddy, in case you haven't realized: It's not just gods and admins, who don't like it.”

Mazoga stilled for a moment as Jason sent a message in the text chat.

“Sure, maybe you didn't explicitly violate the ToS and me broadcasting your account name could be considered doxxing.

But I believe you would be better off, if neither of us said the word harassment, now would we?

After all you're not getting banned. We're just cutting down on the time you get to fuck around in between respawns.

But seeing how I have your attention: How about show you these pictures from the nursing home that was in the news last week, what it looks like, when a catheter causes an infection.”

You were grateful, that you were unable to perceive the text chat, as judging by her commentary the pictures she was sending Jason were truly nasty.

Mazoga demonstrated a mastery of **** as she kept Jason angry enough, so he wouldn't simply log of and wait for it to blow over.

Finally after five minutes Mazoga finally let his paralysis run out. He threw her of and got up in an obscenity ridden rant, only to realized, that he regain control of his character with 10 HP.

“Blood for the blood god, bitch!”, Morgoth said in a whispering tone, as he slit Steve's throat from behind.

From the inside of the tavern came Jason's furious voice: “You stupid cunts! I'm gonna **** your corpses! Your not gonna get me with that bullshit paralysis this time!”

“Would you be in for a rematch?”, Mazoga asked in Morgoth's direction loudly.

“Nah, once was enough, you're on your own!”, he answered just as loudly, while sitting on a well with a great view of the tavern's front door.

It burst open and Steve stormed out with murderous intent and he didn't even know what hit him.

Literally. Right next to the door was a max level Paladin of Anari, together with a Cleric and an unaligned Wizard, who was presumably a friend. With four buffs casted on him his warhammer practically went clean through Steve's entire body and depleted his HP pool in an instant as he stormed right past them.

He tried the door one more time, but than he realized his situation, he would respawn surrounded by an army of players, a large part of which were max level. Since Mazoga had directed her speech at Jason rather than Steve he had reason to believe, that if he tried to log in with a different character, he would quickly find himself in the same situation only with even less ability to fight back.

And so he tried escaping two more times. First again through a door, though this time the back door, only to find, that the building was surrounded on all sides and then the window, as mob was closing in on his room.

With the players now right at his door only waiting for the various rouges who had tagged along to pick the lock, he went for the nuclear option: He turned PvP off.

This meant that he could no longer be targeted by attacks, though he quickly realized, that he could still be affected by status effects inflicted via AoEs, which the priests cast through the window and door into his room, knocking Steve all about without a chance to actually do anything about it.

This, however did barely any damage, if any at all and so the mob searched for a new strategy and they found it thanks to three priests of Vienna: Two of the high-level gifts the Goddess of wilderness bestowed on her followers were the ability to make wild creatures like animals and plant types friendly to themselves and characters of their choosing.

The other was to entice wild creatures to follow them.

And so after besieging Steve/Jason for a few hours they came back with a small army of wild creatures ranging from wolves all the way to elder forest spirits. Thanks to being friendly with all the NPCs in the area and the player mob, they could enter the tavern.

And thanks to still being wild creatures with no allegiance they did not care in the slightest about whether or not Steve was participating in PvP.

And so Steve spent half an hour getting mauled by wolves and beaten up by dryads only to respawn and being mauled by wolves and beaten up by dryads right away again.

Then he finally had enough and after letting off a final profanity ridden, borderline incomprehensible rant, about how they were all communists, who deserved to be ****, and how fucking children was the only moral course of action, due to grown women being so degenerate, he logged off.

The crowd cheered and the mob dispersed leaving only your party and a lone woman.

“That last message didn't sound like he understood, that this was his fault”, she said in a resigned tone.

“I'm afraid you're right”, Mazoga concurred, “We scared him off for now, but I doubt he will be reformed by the time he returns.”

While the two were talking you went through your character sheet and discovered the reward for your quest:

Purging cream: Cast from Cupidite's Favor. AoE that reduces the effect of all status effects by [lvl] to [Cupidite's Favor]. Area of Effect is ½ Cupidite's Favor expended to cast.

One quick Ink-cloud later and both Ariadne and Helga were back on their feet.

“Thank you, Mazoga!”

At being addressed from behind by the cleric the orc flinched as if being caught.

“Helga, you're back up! Guess I'm no longer the boss.”

“Why?”, the dwarf asked in a genuine tone.

“Because, … you're back up again … and you're the party leader.”

“Since when?”

“Since before I joined!”

“Wait, let me check … nope doesn't say anything about me being in charge.”

“But ...”

“But nothing. You are easily the most experienced out of all of us, when I was paralyzed you quickly took control of the situation and you handled unexpected curve balls like Morgoth and straight up dangerous challenges like the first fight against Jason with confidence.

I was just playing mom. And I don't see, why I should be the one giving you orders most of the time.”

“But what about Cupidite … “

“For the last time: You are not the expert on what Cupidite wants! But right now we don't have to interpret a mysterious sign now, do we?”

“Right, we're on our way to Griever's swamp.”

“So you're the boss. You know the way. You know what to expect. And you can see us through, if something unexpected happens.”

“Excuse me, what do you guys want in Griever's swamp?”, it was the priestess of Anari, that had been talking with Mazoga, while you had brought Helga and Ariadne back on their feet.

“We suspect someone we have to talk to lives there”, Mazoga answered evasively, “Why? Are we perverts not allowed to go there? Or is it something else you're worried about?”

The priestess blushed, clearly having hoped not having to talk to much about what she had brought up herself: “It's just … the corruption in Griever's swamp … from what I heard … I thought it was Cupidite's doing.”

“Now I'd ask you, why you would think that, but funnily enough the reason you'd think that is precisely who we need to talk to.”

“You mean, you plan to remove the corruption?”

“We'll see about that. Though I don't peg Cupidite to be much of a corrupter.”

In response the priestess squinted at her, which was probably a supposed to be a doubtful stare. What it did look like instead was as if Mazoga was standing in front of the sun and she couldn't look at her normally.

“Do you want to tell me something?”

“Do you honestly expect me to believe the word of someone who prays to the big seductress, that their god wasn't much of a corrupter?”

If you didn't literally have your arms all over her, you wouldn't be able to tell, that Mazoga was clenching in anger over the accusation. Though Helga's reaction to the perceived slander was a lot more direct, so you proactively relaxed and then purified her when she tried to get past Mazoga.

“I guess calling them 'the great seductress' is appropriate, however unless you want me to refer to Anari as a prude and goddess of ****, I ask that you do not accuse my god of corrupting anyone or anything.”

Surprisingly the priestess relented: “I guess badmouthing someone based on hearsay isn't becoming of a priestess, no matter the denomination. I'm Sara.”

“Mazoga. Those are Helga, Athariel, Joylanda and Ariadne. The cutie on my back is Nimis.”

“Wait, that's a creature? What is it doing on your … Is it … While you're talking to me?!”, she asked scandalized, when she realized what two of your arms were doing.

Mazoga actually blushed, which brought to your attention just how strong her composure was, that she had not shown any signs, that you were holding onto her boobs and had one tentacle in her ass and pussy under her armor.

“Don't worry, Nimis here won't attack you just for being offended. To answer your question: Yes he is doing exactly what you think he's doing as part of a punishment I incurred by trying to be a holy warrior.”

“You are literally a paladin”, the priestess pointed out.

“I mean yes, but there's a difference between fighting in the name of god and zealously trying to become an absolute enforcer of what I believed Cupidite to stand for.”

“Aha, sure”, she said in an unconvinced tone.

“Okay, listen, all I can tell you for sure is that I'm not the best authority about what Cupidite does or doesn't want. I'm just the girl that gets the party in and out of tough encounters.”

“Aha, and who is the expert on what Cupidite wants?”

“That would be me”, Helga said confidently to the priestess. The priestess responded hesitantly eying Helga's outstretched hand, like she expected to see grool sticking to it.

She finally shook it.

“So tell me how you are not a gang of filthy perverts.”

“Who claimed we weren't? Joking aside Cupidite is first and foremost a good of love. Sure physical love, but love nonetheless. He doesn't care what us mortals do, as long as we don't insult him by fucking without consent.”

“And what about all these stories I heard about your vow of … promiscuity?”

“Mazoga and I made such a vow, but we are hardly normal people. We wanted to dedicate ourselves to Cupidite. As part of that dedication we committed to seek out love. We are not compelled to sleep around. I am in a serious relationship and Cupidite is happy for me to act accordingly.

Do you want to know, what most people found to be too much hassle, to dedicate themselves to Cupidite?”

“I'd like to believe it's the debauchery, but knowing how many people in these parts are … I don't know. Isn't there something about him forcing you to pick fights with players?”

Helga chuckled at that.

“There's more to it than that. Now I can either give the short no, or if you still want to keep an eye on what we're up to in Griever's Swamp, you can come with us and I give you a proper explanation.”

You could see that Sara was at odds with herself, as one side it was pretty stupid to go into a swamp with a group of people you explicitly were not comfortable with, But on the other side when would she next get an opportunity to try and purify a great corruption to earn herself some nice blessings from Anari.

“I … don't know … whether the goddess … “

“That's not a problem. It's not like we'll get there in a few minutes. Just travel with us until we make rest and then you can just ask your goddess in your dream.”

“I'm not a prophetess, like you seem to be.”

“What do you mean 'Prophetess'? Are you telling me Anari doesn't regularly talk to all her followers? Only to special ones?”

“ … of course. Are you seriously going to tell me, Cupidite does?”

“Sure. We have an open invite to Cupidite's part of the divine realm any time we sleep. I assume I'll spend less time with them face to face as they get more followers, but I know they'll always listen, when I want to talk to them. That's part of the reason I follow them.”

With that they got into an intense discussion of religion. Mazoga for her part picked up her pace to take point and so you couldn't keep on listening.

While you were taking out mobs left and right, you were once again impressed by Mazoga's ability to keep going, while you were edging her so hard, that you could comfortably hydrate from her pussy. It'd be about four days of hiking to reach Griever's swamp.

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