To the forest edge; it's hunting time!

The horses sleep contentedly. you'll leave them like that; the edge of this forest zone isn't too far away, so flying to it is easy. Maybe you'll come back for a ride later.

You stop just a minute's walk before the treeline and look around. No rotting trees about to fall; no convenient beehives to drop; not even a badger in his burrow you might be able to infuriate. This might not be the right place to ambush a party after all. Before you can turn around to look for a better spot, though, fanfare sounds.

You dive into the bushes and dig into your inventory, withdrawing Huny's Ring of Stealth and sliding it on over your gloved pinky. You work to calm your breathing; you think you can already hear footsteps coming near you.

"Oh no~," a high-pitched voice squealed. "We're in the wilds now. Are you sure we're going to be okay, Bruun?" The insincerity in her voice was enough to make you sick. Sounded cute, though, so you knew you could put that mouth to better use.

"Never fear, my darlings; I'd never let any one of these monsters harm you!" a theatrical male voice responded. Did he actually buy this girl's shtick?

"Eeee! Bruun is so brave!" a new girl squealed.

"Girls, girls, I've told you: just call me Oppa."

You're getting ready to claw your ears off. This can't be real. You risk taking a peak between plants to see what the angel is happening out there. From that limited view, here's your best guess:

One very experienced ranger is leading the party, but not paying any attention to his surroundings. He isn't attractive--something you thought was impossible for a hero. His face was like the mash-up of an elf's angular beauty and a human's strong jaw, but in all the worst ways. The party he leads consists of three females, all magic-focused. And all wearing one-piece dresses that stop above the nipples and below the ass-cheeks--so long as they're standing perfectly upright. They do have wands. But the lack of amulets, charms, rings, or actual robes decries their inexperience; what they have on is obviously only for seducing this sucker.

Right on cue, one of the girls trips. She tumbles forward, but catches herself on her hands and knees. The ranger quickly crouches down to help her up--helping himself to an eyeful down the front of her dress in the process. She thanks him with exaggerated earnestness, rubbing his arm affectionately; then she turns around to retrieve the wand she 'accidentally' dropped in her fall, giving him another eyeful of her thong-covered (or rather, totally uncovered) ass.

You have to wonder if these jokesters are pulling something. You hang back in the bushes and let them pass, then follow after them quietly, just out of sight.

As you follow close, you see the girls growing more and more aggressive in their advances on the ranger. Bimbo 1 (the tripper) latches onto his arm, giving his arm a thorough feel of her breasts. Bimbo 2 (this one actually has the holy symbol of Helia, so you rename her Bimbess) screamed and leaped into his arms, pulling his head into her cleavage and pointing at absolutely nothing. Bimbo 3 (Blondie is the best you can come up) grabs Bimbo 1 from behind and starts groping her as their sucker watches in open-mouthed envy. Then the Bimbess latches onto her front and starts feeling her up, raising that tiny dress with each rubbing motion...

Wait. To both your and the ranger's amazement, the three Bimbos are starting an orgy. Pretty soon clothes come flying off, fingers are disappearing into holes, moans are filling the air.

Bozo is just standing there watching with an erection threatening to tear through his +10 Pants of "I'm a virgin." You, though, you move when the realization comes to you that your new aura is what set them off. Not only does it work better on females, but because they're all low-level, it worked fast. Not about to waste this opportunity, you jump out of your hiding place to challenge the ranger to personal combat.

He doesn't even look at you. Not even when you put the Ring of Stealth away and try to clear your throat. Finally you look at his username and call to him loudly. "Hey! HEY! BRUUN MIDDLEMARCH!"

Finally he turns to look at you. He jumps initially, slightly startled, but after looking you up and down once he just turns back to the threesome. That reaction annoys the heav'n out of you. "HEY! I'M ABOUT TO KILL YOU, MORON!"

He looks at you again, then back to the girls, then back to you. The indecision in his eyes is painful. Like a conflicted puppy. Ye Archfiends, you don't want to deal with this. "You know what? Fine. Fine! You want to join them?"

His eyes light up. "Really?"

"Really. They're as horny as Hell right now--and I can tell you a thing or two about that--so they'll take any dick they can get."

That's all the encouragement he needs. He jumps out of his equipment and dives into the mass. The girls are at first a bit peeved at the interruption, but when they eye the meatrod standing at full mast--and he had a fine one, easily ten inches long and two wide--they quickly bring him into the fray. In no time at all he's on the bottom, Bimbo...1 or 2, you can't tell them apart without that holy symbol--bouncing up and down in ecstasy on his rod, Blondie pressing her crotch into his face, and the other one on his chest being furiously fondled and fingered by her companions.