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| − | The Champion attempts to sneak up to the sleeping huntress, if they are agile enough, they will be able to carefully brush their hand on her exposed stomach and call for her to wake up, else they immediately wake her up as they | + | The Champion attempts to sneak up to the sleeping huntress, if they are agile enough, they will be able to carefully brush their hand on her exposed stomach and call for her to wake up, else they immediately wake her up as they accidentally kick a few loose stones. Regardless, she immediately bolts up and her fierce fighting spirit ignites, until she sees them. When they assure her that they aren't looking for a fight, she cools down and relaxes. She asks if they want to chat or are they going to breed like animals. |
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| − | The Champion ignores Byvernia's invitation | + | The Champion ignores Byvernia's invitation and asks if this is how she trains. While slightly disappointed, she states that since trees are tough to cut, the best way to gauge one's skill with an axe is to test their cutting ability. They ask if her axes are composite weapons, which she answers by explaining that they get periodically reinforced with alloy so they can endure longer. Some blacksmiths say there used to be something sharper and more durable than Troniarii bronze, but it's all relics and crap nobles flaunt. She adds that it doesn't matter, since the truth is that the best method is to use iron in the alloy to toughen it, but never as the primary part of an alloy. The men in her family passed down this knowledge when they were still slave-warriors fighting against wyverns and their ilk. Although no bronze or iron could hurt dragons, their style of fighting was used in petty games to stop plenty of monsters. Before ending all the nicety talk, she states that it's a good thing the Champion is strong, that she wouldn't want them to be falling over dead too easily when her descendants come to test their mettle too. |
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| − | When questioned about why she's harvesting bark, and its odd color, Byvernia explains that | + | When questioned about why she's harvesting bark, and its odd color, Byvernia explains that it's called [[Women's Bloom]], and it helps a girl dilate wider when she's giving birth, however, it only works if you boil it in wyvern's saliva for at least a day to draw out the stuff that makes the bark blue. When asked how she has access to so much wyvern saliva, she explains that she owns wyverns, that she doesn't go around breaking up their nests and fucking their alphas into submission without bagging a few along the way. Although none of them are worthy of siring children, they've sure as hell tried. She keeps them around in her hunting lodge for whatever purpose she wants, whether it be fucking, housework, or helping her birth some ''ungrateful adventurer's spawn'' when they blow their load into her. On that idea, they ask if she can let them watch some of that at her lodge, to which she replies that once they know where it is, they can just show up - they've beaned her once already, so they've earned the right to find it. A distant crack of wood draws the conversation to a close, stating that since they've missed out on the chance to fuck her, they'll have to find her later. |
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| − | The Champion comments that she's gathering more bark, which she explains she has to be ready for (having kids/when the tykes in her come out kicking and fighting). They recall the odd requirement of wyvern saliva and ask her again, how she has access to so much of it. She explains that she owns wyverns, that she doesn't go around breaking up their nests and fucking their alphas into submission without bagging a few along the way. Although none of them are worthy of siring children, they've sure as hell tried. She keeps them around in her hunting lodge for whatever purpose she wants, whether it be fucking, housework, or helping her birth some ''ungrateful adventurer's spawn'' when they blow their load into her. On that idea, they ask if she can let them watch some of that at her lodge, which she replies that once they know where it is, they can just show up - they've beaned her once already, so they've earned the right to find it. A distant crack of wood draws the conversation to a close, stating that since they've missed out on the chance to fuck her, they'll have to find her later. | + | The Champion comments that she's gathering more bark, which she explains she has to be ready for (having kids/when the tykes in her come out kicking and fighting). They recall the odd requirement of wyvern saliva and ask her again, how she has access to so much of it. She explains that she owns wyverns, that she doesn't go around breaking up their nests and fucking their alphas into submission without bagging a few along the way. Although none of them are worthy of siring children, they've sure as hell tried. She keeps them around in her hunting lodge for whatever purpose she wants, whether it be fucking, housework, or helping her birth some ''ungrateful adventurer's spawn'' when they blow their load into her. On that idea, they ask if she can let them watch some of that at her lodge, to which she replies that once they know where it is, they can just show up - they've beaned her once already, so they've earned the right to find it. A distant crack of wood draws the conversation to a close, stating that since they've missed out on the chance to fuck her, they'll have to find her later. |
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| − | When asked if she's okay with sleeping out in the Foothills, Byvernia grumbles and asks if she should be afraid of orcs. If [[Arona]] is present, she will make a smirking comment. The Champion counters, that she should at least be wary, what would happen if she were surrounded or captured. Confident that she'd easily win, Byvernia adds that the orcs are used to fighting rabbles and not real warriors - not much could even reach her, let alone sneak up on her. The only way they could get close to her is by being stealthy, like the Champion if they are agile, but the best of their warriors could care less about that. She's taken a few of down and teased them into submission - a group of ten would be a challenge, but an easy one if she really wanted to win. She runs her fingertips across the various tools and items on her belt that allow her to unleash her full power. From experience they know what she's capable of, but neither side walks away unscathed, so they ask what | + | When asked if she's okay with sleeping out in the Foothills, Byvernia grumbles and asks if she should be afraid of orcs. If [[Arona]] is present, she will make a smirking comment. The Champion counters, that she should at least be wary, of what would happen if she were surrounded or captured. Confident that she'd easily win, Byvernia adds that the orcs are used to fighting rabbles and not real warriors - not much could even reach her, let alone sneak up on her. The only way they could get close to her is by being stealthy, like the Champion if they are agile, but the best of their warriors could care less about that. She's taken a few of down and teased them into submission - a group of ten would be a challenge, but an easy one if she really wanted to win. She runs her fingertips across the various tools and items on her belt that allow her to unleash her full power. From experience, they know what she's capable of, but neither side walks away unscathed, so they ask what she gets hurt, what (about their children/if she can't get back on her own). This time, the Champion's words give her pause, and she answers that she won't, precisely because she has a future worth fighting for - that her legend, harem, and dreams won't end in the Foothills, and nothing will stop her from achieving her goals. She ends the topic by waving off about the Champion having stupid ideas of her losing, since (they've already bested the orcs/she'll inevitably put the orcs in their place). She adds that her family are born great warriors and while her mother did have a fancy for orc men in her youth, they're not even a match for an alpha wyvern in a rut or a nest's queen together. She leaves, bumping their shoulders, and scoffs that she'll see them later. |
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Latest revision as of 15:11, 4 December 2024
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| Artwork by Moira | |
| Creators | BubbleLord |
| Personal Information | |
| Full Name | Byvernia Talsna |
| Pronunciation | Bye-vern-ea |
| Aliases | Huntress The scourge of the Foothills' wyverns |
| Titles | Legendary Huntress (self-proclaimed) |
| Relatives | Unnamed mother |
| Other Relations | Harem of Wyverns |
| Occupation | Wyvern Huntress |
| Residence | Hunting Lodge (somewhere in the Marches) |
| Location | Foothills (Zone 2) |
| Nationality | Taelian |
| Virginities | None |
| Biological Information | |
| Species | Taeleer |
| Gender | Female |
| Hair Color | Red |
| Skin Color | Fair |
| Combat Information | |
| Level | 4 |
| Health | 276 |
| Action Points | 2 |
| Strengths | Will revive herself once per fight |
| Other Information | |
| Version Added | 0.3.6 |
| Changelog | 0.3.11 Buttfuck victory sex option 0.4.34 Field Encounters CGs (by AnonArts) |
| “ | I, Byvernia Talsna, claim you for a while. (Be lucky it is not to add you to my collection for good./You are no wyrmspawn or drake-kin, after all.) But even an interloping weakling like you has their purposes... and I will show it to you.
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Byvernia is a taeleer huntress that hunts for wyverns in the Foothills, claiming it as her hunting grounds. She has a various amount of tools on her belt, ranging from greasy oils to restorative concoctions to let her unleash her full power in a fight. Her nethers are stained with wyvern venom, marked with past contact-venom play. She loves intense breeding sex and has a harem of wyverns she keeps in her hunting lodge, although none of them are worthy of siring children. It's mentioned that she has beaten a dragon and boasts that her family are born great warriors, having fought against wyverns and their ilk when they were still slave-warriors.
Appearance
Now that you're getting a better look at her in the (sunlight/moonlight), you can see that this axe hurling (bitch/hare) isn't just your run-of-the-mill mercenary, bandit, or thief. She's wearing a fur-backed scaleplate coat; the front of it is covered in scales at least as big as a fist, segmented into a rack-guarding section and one for her abs. The mysterious woman's arms are completely bare but their muscles make it apparent she's far from the soft and subtle type. Even her pants are dotted with an occasional scale or two, even bearing a large knee-guarding plate that could stud a large shield.
The fair-skinned girl's red hair is cut short on the sides and swept back, reaching her shoulders but kept short so that it doesn't get in her face or mess with her ears. It's the type of haircut and complexion befitting a tunnel-raider... the real deal.
Interactions
First Encounter
Byvernia can be encountered once a day at Zone 2 of the Foothills, additionally, the Champion must either be at least level 4 or has completed Right of Conquest.
While venturing through the Foothills, the Champion finds the unnatural quiet concerning. This train of thought is cut-off when a throwing axe sails past their head, and crashes into the craggy ground. The axe flies back to its owner as the chain attached to it is pulled back, the owner grumbling that the Champion might be worth their weight in scales. The taeleer woman comments that she'd prefer dealing with larger drakes than annoying people, although, at least annoying people know how to stay out of her way, or if the Champion is a Wyvern; she notes that they aren't a natural one and have clearly gone off the deep end up looking like one. Regardless, the Champion asks who she is, but she does not give an answer and instead moves in for a fight.
The Champion will pick up her name after defeating her for the first time, but instead of going down, she will drink a vial from her belt and ask if they think they can best her with such pathetic tactics, before she gains a second wind and resumes the fight.
For victory options, see the Victory Sex Options section.
Subsequent Encounters
Repeat encounters with Byvernia will have the Champion learn from their previous encounter and be able to catch/dodge Byvernia's hatchet. They call for her to reveal herself to which she comments that the Champion is learning her tells, and that they'd be worth something if they didn't keep interrupting her hunt.
Similar to their first encounter, she will gain a second wind during combat.
Field Encounter
Having defeated Byvernia at least once and sexed her(victory or defeat) , there is a chance of encountering her in the Old Forest training, in Harvest Valley (except Zone 3) harvesting something, or in all the zones of the Foothills resting. Upon encountering her, the Champion can decide to:
| Regardless of their choice, the Champion will need to fight and sex her again for another field encounter to potentially occur | |||
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| Option | Tooltip | Result | |
| Bother | Given her normal temperament, this might be the only time to actually talk or have fun with her. | (see section below) | |
| Leave Be | It's probably best to let Byvernia have her peace, since it may just end up turning into a fight. |
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Bothering her during her training will have the Champion give a small clap, forewarning her of their presence, which causes her to immediately whip around and lets loose of her axe. After seeing them, she retrieves her axe and holsters it to her leg. She props herself up against a tree, giving a small wag of her tail, and asks what they're after.
The Champion will immediately ask what Byvernia is up to, causing her to loose her grip on her axe, which drives into the blue-bark and releases a puff of splinters and spores. If the Champion agile enough, they will dodge out of the way, with Byvernia following moments later, else she tackles them, getting both of them out of the way. Regardless, one-by-one, thick shrooms burst forth in myriads of colors and patterns. Byvernia scowls and shouts that she was gathering Shroomwood. She examines her previous location and exclaims that now her hunting plans have been ruined for the day, she asks what do they want.
The Champion will immediately ask what Byvernia is up to, however, unlike the first time, she gives an immediate reply and safely fills her pouch full of bark shavings. With a smirk on her face, she asks if they're going to keep staring at her or are they going to fuck her.
The Champion attempts to sneak up to the sleeping huntress, if they are agile enough, they will be able to carefully brush their hand on her exposed stomach and call for her to wake up, else they immediately wake her up as they accidentally kick a few loose stones. Regardless, she immediately bolts up and her fierce fighting spirit ignites, until she sees them. When they assure her that they aren't looking for a fight, she cools down and relaxes. She asks if they want to chat or are they going to breed like animals.
Regardless of how the Champion interrupted her, the following options will become available:
| Option | Tooltip | Result |
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| Talk | Instead of fucking, you're actually curious if she's open to chatting. Given you can't fuck her without a dick, you might as well just chat. |
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| Quick Fuck | (see Field Encounter Sex Scene) | |
Talk
The Champion ignores Byvernia's invitation and asks if this is how she trains. While slightly disappointed, she states that since trees are tough to cut, the best way to gauge one's skill with an axe is to test their cutting ability. They ask if her axes are composite weapons, which she answers by explaining that they get periodically reinforced with alloy so they can endure longer. Some blacksmiths say there used to be something sharper and more durable than Troniarii bronze, but it's all relics and crap nobles flaunt. She adds that it doesn't matter, since the truth is that the best method is to use iron in the alloy to toughen it, but never as the primary part of an alloy. The men in her family passed down this knowledge when they were still slave-warriors fighting against wyverns and their ilk. Although no bronze or iron could hurt dragons, their style of fighting was used in petty games to stop plenty of monsters. Before ending all the nicety talk, she states that it's a good thing the Champion is strong, that she wouldn't want them to be falling over dead too easily when her descendants come to test their mettle too.
When questioned about why she's harvesting bark, and its odd color, Byvernia explains that it's called Women's Bloom, and it helps a girl dilate wider when she's giving birth, however, it only works if you boil it in wyvern's saliva for at least a day to draw out the stuff that makes the bark blue. When asked how she has access to so much wyvern saliva, she explains that she owns wyverns, that she doesn't go around breaking up their nests and fucking their alphas into submission without bagging a few along the way. Although none of them are worthy of siring children, they've sure as hell tried. She keeps them around in her hunting lodge for whatever purpose she wants, whether it be fucking, housework, or helping her birth some ungrateful adventurer's spawn when they blow their load into her. On that idea, they ask if she can let them watch some of that at her lodge, to which she replies that once they know where it is, they can just show up - they've beaned her once already, so they've earned the right to find it. A distant crack of wood draws the conversation to a close, stating that since they've missed out on the chance to fuck her, they'll have to find her later.
The Champion comments that she's gathering more bark, which she explains she has to be ready for (having kids/when the tykes in her come out kicking and fighting). They recall the odd requirement of wyvern saliva and ask her again, how she has access to so much of it. She explains that she owns wyverns, that she doesn't go around breaking up their nests and fucking their alphas into submission without bagging a few along the way. Although none of them are worthy of siring children, they've sure as hell tried. She keeps them around in her hunting lodge for whatever purpose she wants, whether it be fucking, housework, or helping her birth some ungrateful adventurer's spawn when they blow their load into her. On that idea, they ask if she can let them watch some of that at her lodge, to which she replies that once they know where it is, they can just show up - they've beaned her once already, so they've earned the right to find it. A distant crack of wood draws the conversation to a close, stating that since they've missed out on the chance to fuck her, they'll have to find her later.
When asked if she's okay with sleeping out in the Foothills, Byvernia grumbles and asks if she should be afraid of orcs. If Arona is present, she will make a smirking comment. The Champion counters, that she should at least be wary, of what would happen if she were surrounded or captured. Confident that she'd easily win, Byvernia adds that the orcs are used to fighting rabbles and not real warriors - not much could even reach her, let alone sneak up on her. The only way they could get close to her is by being stealthy, like the Champion if they are agile, but the best of their warriors could care less about that. She's taken a few of down and teased them into submission - a group of ten would be a challenge, but an easy one if she really wanted to win. She runs her fingertips across the various tools and items on her belt that allow her to unleash her full power. From experience, they know what she's capable of, but neither side walks away unscathed, so they ask what she gets hurt, what (about their children/if she can't get back on her own). This time, the Champion's words give her pause, and she answers that she won't, precisely because she has a future worth fighting for - that her legend, harem, and dreams won't end in the Foothills, and nothing will stop her from achieving her goals. She ends the topic by waving off about the Champion having stupid ideas of her losing, since (they've already bested the orcs/she'll inevitably put the orcs in their place). She adds that her family are born great warriors and while her mother did have a fancy for orc men in her youth, they're not even a match for an alpha wyvern in a rut or a nest's queen together. She leaves, bumping their shoulders, and scoffs that she'll see them later.
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Sex
Victory Sex Options
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| Angry Breed |
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As grumpy as the taeleer girl is, you might as well have an angry breeding session. |
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| 69 |
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You just want to pin her down and have some wholesome girl-on-girl fun. |
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| Prone Titfuck |
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Her tits are pretty nice and her wrists have that soft fur. Perfect for a thorough titfucking. |
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Fuck that bunny butt. Hard. |
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Defeat Sex Scenes
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| Face Ride |
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Field Encounter Sex Scene
| Option | Requirements | Tooltip | Result | Note |
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| Quick Fuck |
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Even if she's carrying your child, you might as well fuck the taeleer woman if she's offering. With such a sturdy tree nearby, you might as well fuck the taeleer woman if she's offering. |
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Pregnancy
Typical Pregnancy rules apply for Byvernia to become pregnant. Currently, the Champion cannot encounter her during her labor, and their children are not placed at the Hawkethorne Nursery.
Pregnancy Stages
During her pregnancy, Byvernia will reach certain stages that will affect some scenes that involve her appearance, attitude, and or current state.
| Stage | Pregnancy Percentage | ShortPreg Duration | FullPreg Duration | Appearance Note |
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| No Preg | - | - | - | Those abs of hers are cut well enough that you'd expect them on an orc rather than a bunny... but on Byvernia, they only add to your uncertainty in what to expect from her. |
| 0 | > 33% | 0 - 59 days | 0 - 10 days | Her abs seem a little soft but the impressive display of physique nets a feeling of jealousy in you. |
| 1 | 33% - 65% | 59 - 119 days | 10 - 20 days | The extra fat on her midriff hinders her astounding set of abs but it still entices your touch with every small movement she makes. |
| 2 | 66%+ | 119 - 180 days | 20 - 30 days | Byvernia's spawn-filled belly is your work, yet right now the motherly figure's sweat and soft skin completes her package of a tough mother. |
Gallery
CGs
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