Maya: Journey of a Healslut

Themes

Corruption, Mind-break,

Mechanics

This is going to use 5e rules, expanded with the Roll for Seduction rules. As well as the erotic skill trees, using giving 1 point to the skill trees per level. I may also be using Erotic Arcana. I will be using the Mythic Game engine.

Story Background (setting)

This will take place in a generic fantasy world

To save myself energy, I'm going to use maps from Worldspinner. We will be making our own lore, but assume all backgrounds and species from any 5e system is viable.

Emerging from the shadows of its past subjugation under Coedairne, the Kingdom of Combean forged its identity with a steadfast commitment to independence and self-determination. Rooted in the ethos of discipline, obedience, and unity, Combean stands as a beacon of order amidst the chaos of the realm. Combeanians embody a culture steeped in formality, loyalty, and a deep-seated reverence for authority, guided by the twin pillars of monarchy and religion.

Situated between the imposing dwarven realm of Dun-Skititug to the East and its former sovereign to the West, Combean boasts bountiful lands ripe for cultivation. Yet, beyond the cultivated fields lie vast expanses of uncharted wilderness, where the echoes of ancient magic and the shadows of mythical creatures dwell. Tales speak of fey spirits haunting dense forests, goblins prowling rugged terrain, and clandestine cults ensnaring the unwary in urban enclaves. The territories of Combean remain cloaked in danger, beckoning adventurers to uncover its secrets and confront its perils.

Characters

Maya

Background

Born in a remote county of Vexorin, the very fringe of the kingdom of Combean, Maya's existence was one of toil — she served at the pleasure of Baron Ryker.

Each day dawned with her tending to the needs of the Baron’s estate in Petrill. Her devotion to him unwavering, for she held secret longings for the stern older man. She yearned for his attention, his praise, and his affection.

Several nights ago now, the baron had returned from Dun Skatitug, the nearby kingdom of the dwarves. He had been in good spirits. He had greeted Maya with an uncharacteristic warmth, wrapping her up in a hug when he arrived.

Maya's heart had skipped a beat. She felt her eyes open wide and her cheeks flush. He was a reserved man and Maya spent many days just wishing for a touch or small gesture , let alone a hug.

“Tonight, my dear, we celebrate.” He had proclaimed.

Of course, the lord celebrating meant more work for the servants such as herself, but Maya was happy for it. She was happy to see him happy, and it truly was her pleasure to serve him. To him, she was favored staff, always arms-length from being close, but he never treated her with disdain. To her, he was everything. He was her boss, her lord, and her master, and she held a burning desire for him.

There was nothing romantic or sexual between the two. Such things would be improper — But how she longed.

Celebrating meant singing and drinking and dancing with other nobles. Maya passed her day in a rush getting them there and tending to their needs. The baron passed the night in a drunken haze. The Baron took the day to recover.

The next night, they attacked.

Down from the mountains and out of the woods they came. Goblins, Derro, and other creatures of the dark, moving through the manor and village. They destroyed everything in their path, leaving a trail of devastation behind them. The once-proud estate stood burning over villagers dead or dying.

Maya was captured. The creatures cornering her as she tried to find the Baron. She struggled and fought, but her efforts were in vain. The creatures were too strong, and she was quickly subdued. They tied her hands behind her back and gagged her, preventing her from screaming for help.

Maya stumbled along the uneven ground, her hands bound tightly behind her back. The rough rope chafed her wrists, and she could feel the warm trickle of blood as it ran down her hands. The gag in her mouth tasted of dirt and sweat, and she struggled to breathe through the thick fabric.

The creatures led her through the burning manor, and down into a narrow cave. The air was thick with the stench of decay. She stumbled over a loose rock, and one of the creatures shoved her roughly forward. That’s how the march started, and how the first night passed.

There were many more.

When the creatures would break for rest, giving time for food and sleep and water, she would pray.

Her first prayers went to Astra, goddess of love.

“Oh Astra”, she would pray, “Know that I am true. Find my love to be true and give the baron some way to rescue me. See my rescue sweet Astra, and I will be faithful in my love and ever devoted to you.”

But the next day came and went with no rescue.

The captives marched further. She felt like they must be going deeper for all the marching was underground, yet, little of it was downhill. Sometimes a band of creatures would break off; sometimes they would take some of the captives with them.

As the nights passed, Maya continued to pray. She prayed to Elothir, the Dawnbringer, she asked the god of light for justice and for protection. But nothing changed, so she turned to darker gods. She prayed to Nethraziel, swift god of vengeance and ****, lord of retribution - wasn’t her anger worthy? Her retribution warranted?

Apparently not, for these prayers too went unanswered.

She moved on, praying to demons and fey and all any of the minor deities. She was ready to give up on faith, ready to give up on hope.

Then, she turned to Seren, goddess of celebration, hedonism, and revelry.

She begged for a chance to escape, to feel alive again. As she whispered her plea to Seren, a faint, sultry breeze caressed her skin, carrying the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers. The air seemed to vibrate with the promise of salvation, and Maya's heart skipped a beat.

She closed her eyes and whispered to Seren, dedicating herself to the goddess of pleasure.

"I swear to seek to find pleasure even in all situations, both comfortable and harsh. I swear to be a conduit for pleasures for others. To lead others to new pleasures and savor each moment, no matter how dark the circumstances."

As the words left her lips, a warmth spread through her body. She knew she had been accepted into the faithful, that she was now of the dedicated clergy of Seren. But, Seren didn't grant her the power to break her bonds.

Yet, as the curtain rises, a hapless band of adventurers comes to her aid.

Structure

This started as an exploratory adventure, without much structure, but the deeper it goes the more structure is needed.
I'm likely to develop some structural notes and link them HERE.
Similarly, as the World-Meta Grows, I'm likely to build a page and link it HERE.