Great-Sword

Meet your party.

You are standing in a cool, musty room, about the size of an average high-school classroom. The walls are made of smooth, grey stones, and there are patches of moss sprouting from the corners of the room and between some of the rocks. A small leak is present in the far left corner, creating an ambient dripping sound on the hard stone floor.

To your left stands an intimidating red-headed girl, her beautiful hair tied back into a long ponytail and bound with an orange ribbon. She is dressed in light armour, which covers the important parts with chainmail and leaves the rest to be guarded by tough, treated leather. On the left side of her waist hangs a thigh length skirt of crimson cloth. Her face is adorned with a tough, steely gaze, and she is clutching a small, silver knife in each hand. Standing at somewhere around 5'6, she is at about eye level with your shoulders. You take notice of her modest boobs, but your attention is more drawn to her curvaceous hips, which sway back and forth as she waits for your order.

To your right stands an adorable blonde girl, with her long flowing hair hanging down to her abdomen. She is shorter than the other girl, and her stance tells you a lot about her personality. Blushing ever so slightly, she smiles at you and quickly looks away, her face giving away her quiet, submissive temperament. She is dressed in a long flowing robe, the colour of the full moon, and her head features a large, almost comical, healers cap. She is clutching a large book in one hand, and around her waist is tied a belt with a variety of coloured bottles and satchels. Her body is much more noticeably feminine than the red haired girl's, and you can't help but stare at her large, perfectly round breasts, which are matched by a similarly large and pillowy soft butt. Her skin is incredibly pale white, and she almost glows with perfection in contrast to the dimly lit room.

In front of you stands an enemy, guarding a small wooden box. It appears to be male, and is armed with an wooden spear; a modest weapon, probably taken from an unfortunate adventurer before you. The enemy appears frog-like in shape, it is around 5'10, just a few inches shorter than yourself, and it's green skin looks ever-so-slightly wet to the touch. It's head hosts two thin, calculating eyes, and from within it's wide, lipless mouth hangs the tip of an undoubtably long tongue.