Etheryn
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| Creator | Savin |
| Information | |
| Full name | Etheryn var Ridell |
| Nickname(s) | Ryn |
| Species | Boreal Elf |
| Gender | Dickgirl |
| Occupation | Princess |
| Title | Royal Cuntlicker Etheryn, Duchess of the Rim |
| Height | 5'7" |
| Bust Size | A - DD (transformable) |
| Family |
Queen Alissa (older sister) Queen Alraince (mother) [deceased] Unnamed Father [deceased] Queen Atheldred (maternal grandmother) [deceased] Queen-Consort Synneva (maternal grandsire) [deceased] Unnamed Paternal Grandmother [deceased] Unnamed Paternal Grandfather [deceased] Harrick (war-hawk) |
| Religion | Lumian |
| Location | Corrupted Garden |
| Stats | |
| Level | 3 |
| Health |
170 (Level 3) 200 (Level 4) 230 (Level 5) |
| Resolve | 100 |
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Your eyes fall squarely on the musky stain, analyzing it for what it can only be. "Is that... cum?" you ask.
She whimpers, hesitating until you take a step towards her. That's all it takes to snap the last of her will, and she sinks down onto her knees and hangs her head in abject shame. "I-it's mine."
Hers? That means...
"I'm... I'm so horny," she whines, shame-faced. "I can't think or fight or-or anything! My whole body feels like it's on fire! P-please, help me. I can't..."
"I'm, uh... I mean, I'm a princess. Etheryn of House Ridell, Daughter of Queen Alraince. B-but please just call me Ryn. I prefer it, really. I never liked titles or formality like my sister, the queen..."
Etheryn is the princess of the Winter City and younger sister to its current Queen, Queen Alissa. At first, Etheryn is very reserved and fearful, lacking confidence, unlike other companions like Brint or Cait. However, with time and effort, the Champion can help her gain confidence, or can force her to embrace a sluttier side of her personality. She is accompanied by her war-hawk and best friend, Harrick. Her companion tags note her as Chaste.
Appearance
Etheryn is a lanky, waif-thin girl of about 5'7 — a bit taller with the help of her short-heeled boots and taller still if you count the long, perky elf-ears sprouting from her head. Each is tipped with a large silver stud, just hefty enough to make them droop. She's got a very pale complexion, with skin the color of fresh milk tinted ever-so-slightly frost blue. Her ice-blonde hair is stringy and thin, cut roughly around her shoulders with her bangs braided and tied around the back of her head. Large, dark blue eyes stare at you with a mix of wonder and fear, and she chews her pink-painted lower lip as your eyes wander up and down her body.
Her figure could best be described as waifish. She has neither much in the way of chest or butt, and her hips are quite slender. She's almost boyish, but the subtle rises of her chest beneath her armor are enough to remind you that she's very much feminine, too. You'd guess that she currently has A-cup breasts, and you'd describe her ass as small and perky.
Considering where your eyes are currently straying, Ryn whimpers, but stands at attention for your inspection.
Perhaps her most eye-catching garb is a small leather choker around her neck. It's completely unadorned, but the craftsmanship is quite nice. Someone paid quite a pretty penny to get this elven beauty the nicest collar around, perfectly molded to the contours of Etheryn's slender neck. There's a small metal loop on the front, like someone could mount a tag there... or attach a chain.
The rest of her outfit consists of plain ranger's garb: leather boots and bracers and a hardened vest. A dark blue cape hangs from her shoulder, pinned by a clasp of obsidian shaped like a falcon. Her simple linen knee-skirt is covered by leather tassets, protecting most of her lower body except for a small stretch of pale skin between boot and skirt, maybe a hand's breadth wide, that's been left open. Guess the cold doesn't bother her much.
Altogether, you'd say her outfit is unremarkable.
It's what's under her clothes that's more interesting, after all. Etheryn has a small little dick, maybe four inches hard on a good day... and it's locked up inside a solid brass-and-gold chastity device. There's no obvious lock or mechanism, no way to pry and pick it free. Her little pouch of a balls hang lightly under her caged prick, looking more like a single, smooth sack than a man's sack. Her ass, at least, is fully exposed and ready to be used: there's no doubt it's been her main source of sexual release since this magic cage was placed upon her.
Things that will affect Etheryn's Appearance:
- If Etheryn Confessed her situation
- Etheryn's Attire
- Etheryn's Confidence
- Butt Range
- Cup Range
Interactions
The Champion will first meet Etheryn after defeating the Alraune, discovering her inside the Ruined Wayfort tied to a statue through a complex network of thin ropes. She will be shouting for help, and upon hearing the Champion, she will thank the Wyld, and ask that they get her down before Kasyrra comes back. Upon being freed, the exhausted, dizzy elf thanks the Champion profusely as she relates her story, saying that she was on her way to Castle Hawkstone when Kasyrra plucked her right off her horse, tied her up, and threatened to do horrible things to her. She promises to tell the Champion whatever they need to know when they get out of the wayfort and that she asks if she can follow the Champion around. The Champion may decide to bring Etheryn into their party or not, replacing another party member if they are already accompanied by two companions.
Bringing Etheryn into the party will have her breathe a heavy sigh of relief, thank the Champion once again, and state that she's with them until they get down to Hawkstone Castle. Should the Champion bring Etheryn along to face Kasyrra at the end of the Ruined Wayfort, Kas will describe Ryn as "her little present" and refer to elves like Ryn as cocksleeves.
Refusing to bring Etheryn into the party will cause her to make a pathetic little whining sound in the back of her throat, she states that she's gotta get to the castle even if she's gotta walk all by herself, she takes a deep breath and continues walking out the door the Champion first came in.
Should the Champion have refused to bring Etheryn along and escort her to Castle Hawkstone, they will find her where she said she'd be. However, they will find her pacing a trench in the dirt outside the castle's closed gates. Upon seeing them, she will ask where all the guards are, that there should be numerous people at the castle and that Hawkethorne is half the size she was expecting. She states that she's owed an audience and that she needs to talk to whoever is in charge because her city is in danger. When asked what the baroness could possibly do about it, considering an archdemon is on the loose, she stops and blinks. Her eyes become misty and her ears droop low as she wraps her arms around herself, she says that she walked all the way to the castle, attacked at every turn, and that she can't go back home, because her sister will do horrible things to her now, since she escaped the city. She will stagger off stating that she saw a bar at Hawkethorne and she'll go find somewhere to sleep.
At the Frost Hound
The Champion can find Etheryn again under the Guests section where she can be talked to, to try and get her to open up, this can also be done if the Champion had recruited her but has not had the opportunity to talk to her yet. Approaching Etheryn and taking a seat next to her will make her recoil, like a shy puppy, as if she's afraid they're going to go to her and hit her. When asked about Winter City, she'll go on to explain that it's the home of her people, the Boreal Elves and that it's a great city. When asked why she left, she mentions that there's something wrong in the city, that the Queen locked herself away in her chambers, that the guards are changing, as they lash out at anyone how gets near the palace, and that no one would listen to her, blind to the change or that they simply didn't care. She formally introduces herself as a princess of House Ridell, although she prefers to be called Ryn as she never like, titles or formalities like her sister, Queen Alissa. She left to find help from the baroness because Winter City and the Frost Marches have a very old treaty of alliance guaranteeing mutual aid in times of crisis. She was also afraid that her sister's guards were really going to hurt her and whoever the baron was at Hawkstone had an obligation to protect her. Before Etheryn can say anything else, a huge bird bursts in and before the Champion can react, Etheryn runs towards the bird with open arms. With the first big genuine smile the Champion has seen on Etheryn, she introduces her best friend Harrick, who she let loose when she ran from the city, she didn't want her sister to hurt him because she left. She laughs, giddy with excitement, and vigorously brushes the hawk's feathers.
If the Champion had not brought her into their party and has talked to Etheryn after she reunites with Harrick, Etheryn can be talked to at the Frost Hound, where she will have the following options:
- Appearance
- Talk - See if you can pry a few words out of the introverted elf.
- Her Story - So what's her story, exactly?
- Her People - Ask Etheryn about her people.
- Winter City - Get the details on this Winter City of hers...
- Her Bird
- Hug - Etheryn always looks like she needs a hug.
- Cuddle - Sit Ryn down in your lap and give her a nice, long cuddle.
- Enough - That'll have to be enough, Ryn.
Note: see Companionship for contents of talk
Harrick
- Harrick Headshot DCL.png
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"T-this is my bird, Harrick," Ryn says, turning to you with the first big, genuine smile you've ever seen from her. "I let him loose when I ran from the city... I didn't want my sister to hurt him because I left. He's been my best friend since I was a baby... and now he's here! He followed me!"
Harrick is Etheryn's war-hawk and best friend, who accompanies her and can be summoned by her during combat. Harrick will reunite with Etheryn when the Champion sits down and talks to her at camp or at the Frost Hound. Once reunited with Etheryn, Harrick can be interacted with through Etheryn's talk option Her Bird. When initially asking about Harrick, she will offer the Champion the chance to pick him up, their answer will affect Etheryn's confidence. On repeat discussions on Harrick, depending on Etheryn's confidence, he may simply growl to nuzzle the Champion's stomach.
Companionship
Etheryn can be recruited straight off the bat after freeing her at the Ruined Wayfort. Should the Champion initially decline to bring her in, they can recruit her at the Frost Hound after meeting her at the closed gates of Castle Hawkstone. After her initial talk and reunion with Harrick (see At The Frost Hound), her usual talk options are as follows:
- Appearance
- Talk - See if you can pry a few words out of the introverted elf.
- Her Story - So what's her story, exactly?
- Her People - Ask Etheryn about her people.
- Winter City - Get the details on this Winter City of hers...
- Her Bird
- QueenAlissa - Ask Ryn about her sister, the queen. (requires Her Story)
- Alchemy? - Considering her cage can't be removed, maybe you could remove what it's attached to... (requires Her Story, QueenAlissa, Etheryn Confession and Alchemy? from Ivris)
- Hug - Etheryn always looks like she needs a hug.
- Cuddle - Sit Ryn down in your lap and give her a nice, long cuddle.
- Enough - That'll have to be enough, Ryn.
- Sex - Etheryn could always use some relief, but she's also submissive enough to do just about whatever you tell her to... (requires Etheryn Confession) (see Sex for details)
- Give Item - Etheryn could use bigger tits and ass, and you might have just the things to do it.
- Juicy Peach-Infused Purple Egg - Give Ryn a purple egg, to help her ass and hips fill out. More cushion for the pushin' is never a bad thing! (requires said item)
- Wild Melon-Infused Bovum Sherry - Give Ryn a mix of bovum sherry and wild melon juice, to help her boobs really plump up. (requires said item)
When first asked about her story, the Champion asks how she ended up tied to the statue in the first place. Etheryn replies that she was so focused on keeping her horse from stepping into any potholes, that she didn't notice the shadow of Kasyrra following her. She was grabbed right off of her horse and told she'd make a delicious snack while she waited for the Champion, but Kasyrra was pregnant at the time, so she tied Etheryn up and left her for later, while she went and gave birth. When asked why she left home in the first place, Etheryn states that it was because of her sister, and the whole city changed, they became cruel and abusive and that she was so scared. She was so scared to disobey her sister but she eventually had enough and snuck out to the stables and grabbed a horse, she rode through and out the gates, and then a day later the demon found her. If the Champion had talked to her about her story before and she confessed her situation to the Champion, upon asking Etheryn her story and if she can tell them a little bit more about herself, she will state her full name and that her father died before she was born, her mother soon after. She was raised by her elder sister, Queen Alissa, who was an adult decades before she was born, although her sister never let her forget that she hated Etheryn for the fact that her birthing crippled their mother and may have even killed her. When Etheryn came of age, for her Flowering, her sister had presented her with an enchanted cage, stating that Etheryn didn't need something as disgusting as manhood and would have a new role for her since she was unfit to be queen anyway. She became the 'Royal Cuntlicker' and if she was a good girl and could get her sister to cum quickly, or if Etheryn begged enough with tears in her eyes, her sister would give Etheryn the honor for her to break with pain and pleasure. She hopes the Champion doesn't think less of her after knowing what she'd gone through and they may respond with the following options:
- I Do - It's hard not to look down on the submissive princess after all that.
- I Don't - You can't blame Etheryn for the depredations of her sister.
- Don't Care - What happens happens. Not your place to judge.
When asked about the boer'alvar, she replies that they're sometimes called the pale elves, or boreal elves, and that there used to be a lot of them, but after the Godswar, Winter City is probably all that's left. She recalls that the entire reason why the entire region is called the Frost Marches, is because it used to be the borderland between the Belharan Empire and that of the boreal elves. When asked what most of the people were like, Etheryn tells that they've always been ruled by a woman, and that the strongest among them would join the Order of the Argent Wing, which was a Lumian paladin order, while the others would become guards, huntresses or priestesses while the men handled home-making, tradecraft and child-rearing. Although there is a tenth of the population that are half-sexed, that the men become big and strapping like the females, however, one in five grow to become soft and feminine. She blushes and averts her gaze, stating that her side is the only really 'girly' boreal elves and that she couldn't get ripped like her sister no matter how hard she tried.
When asked about the Winter City, she states that the city is encircled by tall stone walls that replaced the old wooden ones, and that at the far end is a huge walled stair leading up the cliffside to the palace. In the middle of the city would be the Cathedral of the Dawn, which was a Lumian church, and most of the houses were small, much like the wooden ones in Hawkethorne, although their rooftops were always filled with snow. She goes on to add that it would always snow, most days it would be gentle dusting but it would get bad during winter or when a storm blows through. When the storm would end everyone would shovel snow off their rooftops before it melts and that sometimes the church would send out sun priestesses to use their holy magic to melt the snow. She smiles to herself and states that she could tell the city was full of life and happiness, and that its people were so full of love and fire unlike her sister.
When first asked about Harrick, the beast itself will answer the Champion first by screeching at them and raising its wings in challenge. Etheryn will giggle and pet the hawk's head, stating that Harrick is her best friend and loyal companion. Harrick's grandfather was given to her in her father's will and she'd been raising Harrick's bloodline since she was old enough. When she asks if the Champion would like to pick him up, the may accept or decline the invitation. If her invitation is accepted, she will lend the Champion a falconry glove to wear which Harrick will perch on, although he will largely ignore the Champion in favor of fussing at Etheryn. She will try and fail to direct his attention towards the Champion, adding that she's guessing that Harrick's still probably getting used to the Champion and that he's the least personable of all the war-hawks she's raised, the Champion will then hand Harrick back to Etheryn. If her invitation is declined, she will shake her head and guess that falconry isn't very popular in the south, she will also shift away from the Champion slightly, clearly hurt by the Champion. On repeat questions, the Champion will say hello to Harrick and Etheryn will feed him a jerky. With his immediate demand of attention satisfied, he may do a range of different things based on Etheryn's confidence.
On the topic of Queen Alissa, she was a well-known and respected huntress decades before Etheryn was born, and that she was free-spirited and prideful, a bit of a wild-child and reveled in all the joys of life. However that changed when her father was killed and their mother did not survive Etheryn's birth, her sister became queen amidst a year of tragedy. Alissa resented Etheryn terribly and blamed her for everything bad to ever happen to her and it seemed that she only took out her frustrations on Etheryn while the people still loved her, especially the warriors. When asked about her fighting style, Etheryn states that her sister is the finest warrior in Winter City and she is everything a huntress could hope to be. She is a master of bow and curved sword while having knowledge on dark magic. When asked if her sister has any weaknesses, she will pause and think, and admit that she thinks the Champion wouldn't be able to beat her.
On the topic of Alchemy and why she couldn't just use that to get rid try and remove the cage, Etheryn will state that she had tried not too long ago when she begged the village's alchemist to brew something that could make her cock shrink. When she drank it, the cage shrunk with her cock and when it couldn't shrink anymore, trying to make her cock bigger did nothing. Even trying to remove her cock entirely did nothing, that the stupid cage is magic and that it keeps her from changing her body any more down there.
When visiting Lady Evergreen with Etheryn in tow, should the Champion have talked to Etheryn about Alchemy?, there will be a Ryn's Cage talk option with Lady Evergreen. The Champion will bring up that considering the witch's seemingly-vast power, would she be willing to look at a certain problem Etheryn has? With a little coaxing and ear-rubbing, Etheryn divulges her alchemical failures, and her problem that her sister locked Etheryn in a magic chastity cage, and no amount of transformation seems to be able to affect her dick now that its shrunk as much as it can. Lady Evergreen will give a whistle as she admits that maybe she hasn't seen everything after all and then orders Etheryn to take her skirt off, so she knows that she's dealing with. An embarrassed Etheryn will comply and Lady Evergreen will take a few minutes to examine the device, long enough to leave Etheryn's knees trembling and her butt quaking from the stimulation. After she finishes examining she concludes that Queen Alissa had spirit-bound a living soul on the cage, most likely her own sister and that she has complete and utter control over the magic that works on it. It would take the power of one of the gods to overwrite the bond set in place, so they simply need to have the binder release them through whatever command phrase she's put in place, or, alternatively, if they ripped out Alissa's soul. Etheryn is taken aback by the suggestion, and Lady Evergreen questions that after all her sister has done, is Etheryn not looking for vengance? Etheryn squirms in her spot and asks the Champion if they can leave.
Transformation
The Champion may give Etheryn certain transformative items that will change Etheryn and may also change her bust (picture). Etheryn's bust will change when she reaches C cups and butt and hip rating of 9.
| Item | Requirements | Change |
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| Juicy Peach-Infused Purple Egg |
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| Wild Melon-Infused Bovum Sherry |
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Confidence
Due to how she was treated by her sister, Etheryn is quite shy, reserved and fearful, lacking confidence in herself, unlike other companions like Brint or Cait. However, with her adventures with the Champion, her confidence can be increased or decreased, which will affect how she reacts to things involving her.
Increase & Decrease
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Usage
| Name | Range |
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| Low Confidence | < 25 |
| Neutral Confidence | < 75 |
| High Confidence | >= 75 |
| Scene | Low Confidence | Neutral Confidence | High Confidence |
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| Etheryn is Blue Balled and at The Frost Hound | Etheryn is tapping her foot on the ground as she sits curled up by the fire, whimpering to herself every so often. As much as she hates attention, she's getting it from just about everyone in the place. Her eyes cut over to you every few moments, like she's desperate for you to come over but is too afraid to ask... | Ryn is sitting by the fire, fidgeting awkwardly every so often. She's clearly uncomfortable, and not just because of the crowd... she clearly is in need of something. | Ryn is openly rubbing the front of her skirts, shifting one leg crossing over the other. She's trying not to make too much of a show of it, but god damn that girl is so horny she's about to explode. Maybe you ought to go and give her some assistance. |
| Etheryn is not Blue Balled and at The Frost Hound | Libido < 31 Etheryn is curled up in a chair near the fire, looking furtively around like a frightened animal. |
Etheryn is sitting at a chair near the fire, hood pulled up over her head and trying to avoid catching anybody's gaze. | Libido < 31 Ryn is sitting at the hearth, quietly tending to her bow. She seems more... comfortable than before, like she isn't afraid of her own shadow coming out to rape her now. |
| Libido >= 31 Ryn is sitting near the fire, curled up in her chair and awaiting use. She looks profoundly uncomfortable here with nothing to do... anxious, maybe. |
Libido >= 31 Etheryn is sitting tall and proud at her table near the hearth, one leg crossed over the other as she surveys her surroundings. The fear and anxiety you remember is gone, replaced by an easy confidence... and eyes that search you up and down every so often, hungrily. | ||
| Approaching Etheryn and has fucked her | You sit down next to Ryn and grab her little waist, pulling her close. She squeaks in surprise, but hardly resists being pulled nearly into your lap. You let your hand play over her but while you get comfortable, groping what the fuckable little elf's got on offer. "Hi yourself," you say, squeezing her. |
At The Frost Hound You slip down into the chair next to Ryn and slip an arm around the elf-girl's slender waist. She slowly smiles, not speaking, but seemingly content to enjoy your closeness. "Hi yourself," you say, squeezing her. |
At The Frost Hound You slip down into the chair next to Ryn and slip an arm around the elf-girl's slender waist. She smiles at you and leans against you, letting her head rest on your shoulder. "Hi," she says softly, closing her eyes. "Hi yourself," you say, squeezing her. |
| At Camp You slip down next to the campfire, sitting beside Ryn and slip an arm around the elf-girl's slender waist. She slowly smiles, not speaking, but seemingly content to enjoy your closeness. "Hi yourself," you say, squeezing her. |
At Camp You slip down next to the campfire, sitting beside Ryn and slip an arm around the elf-girl's slender waist. She smiles at you and leans against you, letting her head rest on your shoulder. "Hi," she says softly, closing her eyes. "Hi yourself," you say, squeezing her. | ||
| Approaching Etheryn but hasn't fucked her | You sit down next to Ryn, earning a nervous smile from the wallflower. After an uncomfortably long moment, she forces herself to say "H-hello, Champion." Guess the brunt of the conversation's still going to be on you here. |
You sit down next to Ryn, earning a slight smile from the svelte elf. "Hello, Champion," she says demurely. "Can I do something for you?" | |
| Etheryn is Blue Balled and at Camp | Etheryn is tapping her foot on the ground as she sits curled up by the fire, whimpering to herself every so often. As much as she hates attention, she can't seem to avoid catching your eye with ever murmur. Her eyes cut over to you every few moments, like she's desperate for you to come over but is too afraid to ask... | Ryn is sitting by the fire, fidgeting awkwardly every so often. She's clearly uncomfortable... like she's in need of something. | Ryn is openly rubbing the front of her skirts, shifting one leg crossing over the other. She's trying not to make too much of a show of it, but god damn that girl is so horny she's about to explode. Maybe you ought to go and give her some assistance. |
| Etheryn is not Blue Balled and at Camp | Libido < 31 Etheryn is tapping her foot on the ground as she sits curled up by the fire, whimpering to herself every so often. As much as she hates attention, she can't seem to avoid catching your eye with ever murmur. Her eyes cut over to you every few moments, like she's desperate for you to come over but is too afraid to ask... |
Etheryn is sitting beside the fire, hood pulled up over her head and trying to avoid catching anybody's gaze. | Libido < 31 Ryn is sitting by the fireside, quietly tending to her bow. She seems more... comfortable than before, like she isn't afraid of her own shadow coming out to rape her now. |
| Libido >= 31 Ryn is sitting near the fire, curled up atop a rock and awaiting use. She looks profoundly uncomfortable here with nothing to do... anxious, maybe. |
Libido >= 31 Etheryn is sitting tall and proud beside the fire, legs crossed as she surveys her surroundings. The fear and anxiety you remember is gone, replaced by an easy confidence... and eyes that search you up and down every so often, hungrily. | ||
| Etheryn Appearance | Large, dark blue eyes stare at you with a mix of wonder and fear, and she chews her pink-painted lower lip as your eyes wander up and down her body. Considering where your eyes are currently straying, Ryn whimpers, but stands at attention for your inspection. |
Large, dark blue eyes stare at you with a mix of wonder and concern, and she chews her pink-painted lower lip as your eyes wander up and down her body. Considering where your eyes are currently straying, Ryn shifts uncomfortably, trying to ignore your inspection. |
Large, dark blue eyes stare at you with a mix of wonder and desire, and she chews her pink-painted lower lip as your eyes wander up and down her body. Considering where your eyes are currently straying, Ryn puts her hands on her hips and smiles pleasantly, clearly unperturbed by your wandering gaze. |
| Alchemy? | Ryn casts her eyes down and flattens her ears. "Y-yeah..." | Ryn casts her eyes down and flattens her ears. "Tell me about it..." | Ryn huffs, flattening her ears. "Tell me about it! I'm gonna punch Alissa right in her jaw for this, mark my words." |
| Blowjob | Ryn crawls into the musk-dense zone between your thighs, gently curling a wintry hand around your shaft. | Ryn crawls into the musk-dense zone between your thighs, seizing your cock with her wintry hands. | Ryn crawls into the musk-dense zone between your thighs, wasting no time in softly jacking your cock between her wintry palms. |
| Blowjob - Let Her | She stares at your leaky cock head hesitantly, slowly opening her glistening coral lips to expose the slavering interior of her mouth. "I-I'm glad that helped some..." she says, shaking in the fading throes of bliss. |
She stares at your leaky cock head imploringly, breathing in as her glistening coral lips part into a beatific 'O' shape, making a cute 'ahh' sound while she's at it. "My mouth's a little sore... but I wouldn't mind doing that again," she says, even managing a small laugh. |
She stares at your leaky cock head excitedly cooing, looking up to you and opening her precum-washed mouth with a long, sultry 'ahh'. Her soaked coral lips part into a wide 'O' shape, ready to mold itself to any partner. "Mmm... my face is all tingly, like it's trying to untangle itself... that was fun, Champion!" she cheers, glowing with happiness. |
| Blowjob - Facefuck | You have a really hard time imagining the timid elf wants to consider much else with lustfully vacant eyes and a sensory buffet of dickmusk and streaming precum. "Y-You really enjoyed it that much, huh?" she asks tentatively. |
You have a really hard time imagining the sheepish elf wants to consider much else with lustfully vacant eyes and a sensory buffet of dickmusk and streaming precum. "My jaw hurts... but it's not so bad," she smiles weakly. |
You have a really hard time imagining the obedient elf wants to consider much else with lustfully vacant eyes and a sensory buffet of dickmusk and streaming precum. "Even I came from that... the fact you fucked me so hard... wanted to fuck me that hard, gods, Champion... we have to do that again!" she grins. |
| FemDuoBJ | Etheryn submissively bows her head, bringing her thighs together nervously. "Y-You... want both of us... to service you?" You appreciatively smirk and turn, heading back into the populous inn's drinking floor. Your companion climbs up onto the bed and immediately gets on her knees. This isn't the first time Etheryn has submitted to your whims, after all, and it won't be the last. Your catboy flicks his tail across the ring so it jingles, enticing you from Etheryn's own undressing. Etheryn submits immediately to your command and undresses, giving Boomer and you a show of her tits and ass. While Boomer isn't shy he is far from trained. Etheryn's submissiveness is all but entirely complete in contrast; she's over your cock in an instant, cupping your balls and letting her hot breath roll across its end. Your submissive elf tries to keep up on her own terms, sucking and licking your sack obediently between Boomer's head-bobbing. Etheryn's low willpower immediately translates into submission, yielding and dragging him onto the bed. |
"Both of us? Pleasuring you together?" Etheryn blushes, averting her gaze. You appreciatively smirk and turn, heading back into the populous inn's drinking floor. Your companion slowly clambers onto the bed beside him, looking between your naked form and Boomer's bulge. Your catboy flicks his tail across the ring so it jingles, enticing you from Etheryn's own undressing. Etheryn bashfully nods and strips, giving Boomer and you a show of her tits and ass. Uncertain of where she should go, Etheryn is too slow to beat the shy Boomer into position; he lays across the bed, tail gently rubbing across your chest and giving you a good look at his spankable ass while he softly jerks you off. Etheryn doesn't slip up in her duty, kissing your balls and massaging you while she waits for her turn. Etheryn's low willpower immediately translates into submission, yielding and dragging him onto the bed. |
The elf girl tints a slight red. "You want t-two of us to pleasure you at once? I... if... if that is what you desire, so be it." You appreciatively smile and turn, heading back into the populous inn's drinking floor. Your companion sits on the bed, watching you with a smile and a blush. Your catboy flicks his tail across the ring so it jingles, enticing you from Etheryn's own stripshow. Etheryn giggles and disrobes, giving Boomer and you a show of her tits and ass. Your confident companion wastes no time taking the lead, guiding the effeminate mercenary to your cock and cusping your sack. Her other hand caresses his cheek, guiding him down alongside your cock. "Now, nuzzle that cock. You're joining us tonight so you can do that much." As confident as she is, Etheryn teases your balls, brushing her fingers across your erogenous zones in perfect-sync with Boomer's blowjob. Not one to miss her chance, Etheryn doesn't hesitate to retaliate in her own kiss, the pair of them making out as a form of hungry cocklust sets in. Your confident elf slut isn't giving her cum up that easily, though; Boomer's cum-kissing turns into an invitation to drag him down. |
| Etheryn Dedicking Dream | Once you're through with her, she'll never have to fear her sister, her own doubts, or anyone else ever again. Well, except you, that is. "I-I don't like this. Please... don't do it..." "I-I'm not sure about this," Ryn whimpers. "Alissa's going to be really mad when she figures out it's off, if you even manage to do it." Oh, she won't have to worry about her sister when you're done with her. She'll be even better than the queen, you'll make sure of that. |
Once you're through with her, she'll never have to fear her sister, her own doubts, or anyone else ever again. "Come on, Champion, this isn't funny, let me go!" "I-I don't know. I — " You silence Ryn by pressing a finger to her lips. There's no need to worry about it; you're sure she'll be pleased with the results. |
Once you're through with her, she'll never have to fear her sister, her own doubts, or anyone else ever again. "I don't know the meaning of this, but I demand you untie me right now!" Ryn bares her perfect teeth at you. "No! Not like this! I'd rather keep the damned thing on rather than have it removed by... I don't know what you're planning, but it can't be good!" Oh, you're sure she'll change her mind once the results are in. |
| Etheryn Dedicking Dream | "Mm? Oh — " Etheryn's eyes flicker open, and her peaceful expression soon changes to one of whimpering horror as she realises what you've done to her. Little by little, the elf princess relaxes against her will, her breath evening out as the beginnings of arousal wash away fear. |
"Mm? Oh — " Etheryn's eyes flicker open, and her peaceful expression soon changes to one of utter, aghast disbelief as she realises what you've done to her. Though Etheryn doesn't say anything else, you can tell she's really nervous under all that bravado. Little by little, the elf princess relaxes against her will, her breath evening out as the beginnings of arousal wash away cold anger. | |
| Trial By Cunnilingus Dream | Her pale skin shines with scented oils, perfectly accentuating her well-toned muscles and full breasts. The Queen herself only wears jewelry, large bands of silver and iron, studded with the most opulent of star sapphires and flawless diamonds. The Queen speaks a single word, pointing towards her pussy, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. Far more important is the taste of the Queen’s cool, sweet nectar, which you lap up greedily. A quick flick of The Queen’s wrist, and she points her thumb downwards. With the same triumphant smile, The Queen repeats her command, pointing to one of them. |
Her pale skin shines with scented oils, perfectly accentuating her well-toned muscles and full breasts. To your bemusement, you realize that the powerful queen before is Etheryn, although hardly the Etheryn you know. Perhaps this is what Etheryn feels like inside, the Etheryn you helped create — she only wears jewelry, large bands of silver and iron, studded with the most opulent of star sapphires and flawless diamonds. Etheryn speaks a single word, pointing towards her pussy, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. Far more important is the taste of Etheryn’s cool, sweet nectar, which you lap up greedily. A quick flick of Etheryn’s wrist, and she points her thumb downwards. With the same triumphant smile, Etheryn repeats her command, pointing to one of them. | |
| Etheryn - Recruit | "I could use your help out there, Ryn," you say, nodding towards the door. "S-sure thing," Ryn says, standing and picking up her bow. "I owe you that much at least. Lead on." |
"I could use your help out there, Ryn," you say, nodding towards the door. "Of course," Ryn says, reaching for her bow as she stands. "Just point me at the bad guys, Champion." | |
| Hethia - Parley | "Um... Champion?" You turn to find Etheryn nervously tapping you on the shoulder. Is there something? "If you want..." she takes a deep breath. "If you want, I can try to talk her down." Despite her obvious unease, it's clear that Etheryn is serious about this. You look her up and down, trying to figure out what's going on in her mind, then pop the question. Why? "She might be more willing to listen to another pale elf, Champion; hopefully, the matter of my lineage won't come up. The druids who still serve the Old Wyld left pale elf society generations ago — the cloistered nature of their lives suggests that they may not be so willing to listen to someone they see as an outsider... um..." |
"If you'd like, I can try to do the talking," Etheryn whispers from beside you. "She might be more willing to listen to another pale elf." Well, that's true. But she's... well, male. And wasn't there something about the druids of the Old Wyld not exactly liking the royal family? "That's true, but I still think I have a better chance of pulling this off. Still, if you feel you're more suited to the task, you're welcome to do the talking." | |
| Hethia - Parley - Let Etheryn | Stepping back, you let Etheryn take the spotlight as she emerges from the undergrowth. She looks back at you for reassurance and confirmation, and you wave her on. You've got her back if something happens; while you can understand her having qualms, there's no need to be as afraid of the situation as she is. At those words, Etheryn looks away, breathing heavily and unable to meet Hethia's gaze. Shaken, perhaps, and definitely cowed, but still not out of the fight yet. Not if you can help it. Taking a step forward, you plant a hand on Etheryn's shoulder, letting her feel the firm, warm grip of your fingers, letting her know you're there for her. A pause. A glance. A smile. And then, by degrees, Etheryn stops shaking and steadies herself to finish what she said she'd do. "Please don't mock me. Here I am, trying to parley with you in good faith and good will, and you throw that straight back into my face, especially considering the fact that you said you'd hear me out. Or are you the kind who takes kindness for weakness?" A sniff. "Excuse me if I have no love lost for the royal line of the Winter City, especially when it manifests in the form of a cowardly half-sexed princeling having to play the role of a princess." "You're right about that, I've never been the bravest of people. But is it better to be born brave, or be born a coward and overcome it to confront a druidess of the Old Wyld?" "Hmph." |
Stepping back, you let Etheryn take the spotlight as she emerges from the undergrowth. Etheryn clenches and unclenches her fists, trembling ever so slightly. For a moment, she looks as if she's about to shatter, but manages to compose herself by degrees until her voice is flat and emotionless. "I've done nothing but approach you in good faith and honesty, druidess, and you do nothing but mock me. That's usually considered — I don't know, some might call it hobbling oneself?" A sniff. "Hmph. Excuse me if I've no love for the royal line of the Winter City." "It was not my decision to change the state religion — and the pale elves themselves were more than happy to follow these Belharan deities who'd aided them during the Godswar, as opposed to the silence of the Old Wyld. If you must blame someone, then blame the powers that you serve for abandoning the pale elves in their time of need." Hethia scowls. "That isn't exactly what happened." "Then hear me out like you said you would, instead of throwing out snide remarks while I'm speaking. | |
| Evelyn - Cait & Ryn | Requires seen before "Come in," she calls, and you step through the boundary to present your lover with three ripe, subservient sluts. "Good to see you again, girls." "Oh, likewise," Cait purrs. "Like I'd turn the Champion down when (he/she) mentions your name." "L-last time was pretty, um, fun,"Etheryn admits. br>"Oh, I... thank you, Evelyn," Ryn murmurs, blushing and averting her eyes to the side. Her gaze settles on you and Cait, (If vag:each licking the spunk from the other's overfilled pussy|(If ass:fucked so hard you're resting against each other). "Um..." "Do you want to be treated like your friends, Ryn?" Evelyn asks, smiling down at her. "They seemed to enjoy it, don't you think?" "I... okay," Ryn mumbles, flushing so hard the tips of her ears turn pink. "Be nice..." "Of course, darling," Evelyn assures her, stroking her cheek. |
Requires seen before "Come in," she calls, and you step through the boundary to present your lover with three ripe, subservient sluts. "Good to see you again, girls." "Oh, likewise," Cait purrs. "Like I'd turn the Champion down when (he/she) mentions your name." "I do have a lot of fun with this group..."Etheryn admits. "Thank you, Evelyn," Ryn murmurs, smiling shyly up at her. "Do you like watching me strain and cum while I'm wearing it?" "I do," Evelyn murmurs, circling the very tip of it with her fingertip. "And I intend to enjoy myself with you." "I'm ready, then," Ethern says huskily, spreading her legs and placing her hands on her asscheeks to tug them apart. "Give me what you gave my friends, Evelyn. Please?" | |
| Evelyn - Cait & Ryn | Requires first time "Jassira?" Evelyn says, sounding impressed. "You've come quite far. A pleasure to meet you." "Not as much pleasure as I'm going to get out of meeting her," Cait mutters to you, squeezing your ass. "H-hi," Etheryn mumbles, looking down at the floor. "You're very pretty..." "Oh, you are adorable," Evelyn murmurs, nipples hardening through her dress. "I just want to eat you up." "Oh?" Evelyn says with some interest. "Is this a chastity cage?" "Yes," Ryn admits, looking shameful. "I- I can still cum wearing it, though..." She's almost purring as she leans over her prey, eyes gleaming hungrily. "Are you ready for the same?" "I-," Ryn stutters, eyes darting from her to you and Cait, (If vag:each licking the spunk from the other's overfilled pussy|(If ass:fucked so hard you're resting against each other). "... Yes, please." |
Requires first time "Jassira?" Evelyn says, sounding impressed. "You've come quite far. A pleasure to meet you." "Not as much pleasure as I'm going to get out of meeting her," Cait mutters to you, squeezing your ass. "I'm Ryn," Etheryn announces, winking at Evelyn. "You know, I've been around a lot of nobility, Evelyn... and I've got to say it looks best on you." "Oh," Evelyn murmurs, and you can see her nipples harden through her dress. "You all certainly have a way with words." "Oh?" Evelyn says with some interest. "Is this a chastity cage?" "Yeah," Ryn confirms, smiling at her. "I might not be able to get hard but trust me, it doesn't stop me from cumming." She's almost purring as she leans over her prey, eyes gleaming hungrily. "Are you ready for the same?" "So ready," Ryn purrs. "Give me what you gave my friends, please. And don't hold back." | |
| Evelyn - Cait & Ryn - Suck Cock | "You go, Champion," Cait murmurs, squeezing you in return. "I'll get the front if you want to work the back, Ryn..." "Uh huh," Etheryn whispers back, eyes darting from you to Evelyn's proud cock. "I- I got it..." Ryn is the last to get her present and the noisiest about it. She lets out adorable squeaks of surprise as Evelyn cums on her face, ears twitching while the human woman paints her white and suddenly goes silent when the pulsing cockhead slips between her lips to give her cheekfuls of it. You slowly swallow down the mouthful of Evelyn's sperm she's given you, taking your time and savoring the feel of it sliding down your throat. Cait is licking your face clean and runs her hands through your hair to suck Evelyn's spunk from her fingers before Ryn joins you while Evelyn watches with a smile. |
"You go, Champion," Cait murmurs, squeezing you in return. "I'll get the front if you want to work the back, Ryn..." "Sure," Etheryn whispers back. "I'm pretty good at it by now, after all." Ryn is the last to get her present, but no less eager than the two of you. She lets out appreciative moans as if to thank Evelyn for cumming on her face, ears twitching as the human woman paints her white and then fills her cheeks with jizz. You slowly swallow down the mouthful of Evelyn's sperm she's given you, taking your time and savoring the feel of it sliding down your throat. Cait and Ryn lick your face clean and run their hands through your hair to suck Evelyn's spunk from their fingers before you turn your attention to them, lapping and kissing at their faces while Evelyn watches with a smile. | |
| Evelyn - Cait & Ryn - Suck Balls | "Oh, Ryn," Evelyn murmurs, stroking the frost elf's hair. "Do you want me to take the lead?" "Yes, please," Ryn whispers. "It's okay," Evelyn says warmly, no doubt smiling down at her. "Open your mouth, darling, as wide as you can. Put your tongue out for me. Think of it as welcoming me inside." You get a front row seat to the sight of Etheryn's lips stretching wide, then wider still as they wrap around the head of Evelyn's giant cock, her tongue stretching out to wet the underside of the glans before Evelyn tugs her down her shaft. A deep, guttural gagging noise resounds from Ryn's throat, spit spraying from her mouth, but she conquers it and continues sliding downwards, drool dripping from her chin. Evelyn coos in approval. "Look at you, doing so well," she whispers, tucking the elf's hair behind her long, pointed ear. "I think you have a gift for this, Ryn." "Hh-hhaah," Ryn gasps, sucking air before letting out a grateful sigh. "T-th-thank you." "Now, then," Evelyn says, shifting one hand to her enormous penis as you watch from her side. With a single touch it begins to thicken once more, at once capturing the attention of all three of you. "How about we get a little more intimate, one at a time?" "That sounds wonderful," Cait murmurs, hooding her eyes as she grins at you side-on. "O-okay," Ryn mutters, one hand on her stomach. |
"Oh, Ryn," Evelyn murmurs, stroking the frost elf's hair. "Do you want me to take the lead?" "It's okay," Ryn says, smiling lustily up at her. "I might not be as amazing as Cait or the Champion, but I'll make you pop down my throat all the same." "Oh, I like you," Evelyn says. "Mmmmhh... your friends have already started, darling. Don't get left behind." You get a front row seat to the sight of Etheryn's lips stretching wide, then wider still as she wraps them around the head of Evelyn's giant cock, her tongue stretching out to wet the underside of the glans before she finally manages the feat. A deep, guttural gagging noise resounds from her throat but she conquers it and continues sliding downwards, drool dripping from her chin. Evelyn coos in approval. "Look at you, so desperate to prove yourself," she whispers, tucking the elf's hair behind her long, pointed ear. "And you're doing so well, too." "Hh-hhaah," Ryn gasps, sucking air before letting out a grateful sigh. "Thanks, you two. I think I'll go easy on lunch tomorrow..." "Now, then," Evelyn says, shifting one hand to her enormous penis as you watch from her side. With a single touch it begins to thicken once more, at once capturing the attention of all three of you. "How about we get a little more intimate, one at a time?" "That sounds wonderful," Cait murmurs, hooding her eyes as she grins at you side-on. "You're the boss," Ryn says, one hand on her stomach. | |
| Evelyn - Cait & Ryn - Rim Her | "I could join Cait if you like..." Ryn offers, unsure. "How about you get underneath her and press that adorable face of yours into my balls?" Evelyn says, and you can hear the smile in her voice. The one she uses every time she asks you to present yourself, or swallow her semen, or do anything she wants. It's a very familiar smile by now. "I could use another tongue down there to keep me from getting sweaty." "O-okay," Ryn mumbles, and you'd bet anything she's redder than an apple right now. That seems as good a point as any for you to begin... |
"Spit-shining your balls with my tongue, of course," Ryn chirps, grinning as she nestles herself under Cait. "It just wouldn't do to have a lady like yourself all sweaty." "Of course," Evelyn murmurs. "Nnhhohh- the Champion is certainly eager..." | |
| Scene | Requirements | Range | Effect |
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| Brienne - Etheryn? | / | < 50 | "I think she's a little afraid of me," Brienne says, grimacing. "Just a little too eager to hop to doing whatever I want, you know? Like it's ingrained in her. Hard to imagine what she's been through. Her bird is nice and friendly all of a sudden, though. Hopefully he can see where I'm coming from, at least." |
| >= 50 | "She's lively and friendly," Brienne says with a fond smile. "You can really tell you've rubbed off on her... she speaks like you sometimes, if you haven't noticed. It's adorable to see." | ||
| Brint - Etheryn | / | < 50 | "What do you make of Etheryn?" you ask. "Hard to say," Brint shrugs. "She doesn't talk much, but she looks cute and seems fine. Poor girl just needs some confidence, I think." |
| < 75 | "What do you make of Etheryn?" you ask. "She's coming out of her shell a bit more these days," Brint says, smiling at you. "Guessing that's your doing, Champion. Good on you. It's fun watching her spread her wings a little. She's a cutie." | ||
| >= 75 | "What do you make of Etheryn?" you ask. "I like her," Brint says. "Nice and cute, and these days she's a lot more sociable. Handy in a fight, too, with that archery of hers." | ||
| Hashat Fucks Etheryn | / | < 50 | Your elven companion stammers and blushes when Hashat towers over her, cheeks immediately burning red. Hashat blinks in surprise when she seems to be actually terrifying the little thing. "W-woah, hey there cutie. I uh, I ain't gonna hurt you or anything I just..." she clears her throat, "Would you like to join me for round two?" You have no doubt that up close the animal scent of fucking that bleeds off of Hashat must be utterly intoxicating, but now it has to contest with the elven princess' natural nervousness. "You’re really pretty," she adds. Apparently it helps that she goes completely still with nothing but a hard cock on display with her eyes averted and hands behind her head, as she eventually reaches for the prick on display and gives it a slow stroke. "I am?" Ryn eventually asks; although she’s still blushing bright red there’s the tiniest hint of a smile on her lips. "I-I uh, yes, s-sorry. I’m a princess and my sister, uh... she doesn't want me to—" |
| < 80 | You can tell Etheryn has improved by leaps and bounds, because she doesn’t immediately turn into a stammering tomato at Hashat’s awe-inspiring forwardness. "Uh, that’s an interesting line..." she murmurs, looking the Marefolk up and down with her hands behind her back. She looks between you and Hashat as though asking for permission to indulge her, with a shrug you invite her to go right ahead... you’re not the boss of her. "You’re very pretty..." Hashat adds, before her breath catches at the sensation of her soft hands gently gripping the cock on display before giving it a slow stroke. "Yes I’m... royalty, and so I—" | ||
| >= 80 | Etheryn blinks a couple of times before giggling "Okay that was an awful line, but I approve of the attempt..." She nibbles her bottom lip, looking over at you just to make sure you aren’t about to leap to your feet and stop her. ...Hey, she’s a big girl now. She doesn’t need your blessing. Otherwise assuaged, Etheryn opts for catching the Marefolk by surprise, jumping up and gripping a horn hard so that she can steal a kiss. It’s rather gratifying seeing both how confident Etheryn’s gotten, and the surprise on Hashat’s face as she reciprocates. By the time they part, the elven princess' hand is already on her waiting dick and giving it a slow stroke. "I know, I know. I’m a princess, no making babies. It’s very annoyi—" | ||
| Hashat Fucks Etheryn | / | < 50 | Fortunately the cage on her coupled with proximity to the mare’s unique sexual scent has her too horny to be spooked by her sudden forwardness. Instead she only blushes and slips her hands away and returns them to Hashat’s cock. |
| >= 50 | Etheryn tuts and sighs pulling Hashat’s hands towards her own face to kiss them, but instead captures a thumb to suck on with obvious relish while she returns to slowly jerking the horny horse off. | ||
| Etheryn - Talk Tooltip | / | < 50 | See if you can pry a few words out of the introverted elf. |
| >= 50 | Have a nice chat with the elven princess. | ||
| Etheryn - Talk | / | < 50 | "So..." you prompt. Etheryn glances at you out of the corner of her eyes, waiting for you as you spend the next few seconds searching for a topic. Boy she doesn't make this easy... |
| >= 50 | "So," you prompt. "So!" Etheryn answers back with a hint of a smile. "What's on your mind, Champion?" | ||
| Etheryn - Her Story | Etheryn Confession | >= 50 | "I hated her for teasing me like that... making me work for release! She had no right to torment me so, let alone enjoy it so much. But she reveled in watching me beg like a common whore." |
| Etheryn - Her People | / | < 50 | "And she'd punish me terribly. I was never sure if it was worth the torture, b-but I'd keep doing it anyway. I couldn't help myself." Ryn touches a finger to her chin, thinking a moment. "It's hard to describe. She trails off after that, seemingly unable to force her thoughts into words. Damn it. |
| >= 50 | "And boy would she be furious! I was never sure until now that it was worth it... but the memories made any punishment she'd dish out just a fleeting thing by comparison." Ryn touches a finger to her chin, thinking a moment. "It's hard to describe... well, most races have men and women, right?" You nod. "Well, elves have a third sex: about one in ten of us grow up a little smaller and daintier than the men, and we have penises... but when we mature, we also grow breasts. Usually quite small, though that varies. We also have larger hips less broad chests than men. All elves have half-sexed, but it's much more pronounced among us boreal elves. With wyld elves, the men are pretty effeminate too, but our men are big and muscular, just like the women. But the gods saw fit that some of us had to be small and girly, so here I am." She flashes you a little smile. Here she is indeed. "Would you have rather been a man? Or a woman?" you venture. Ryn answers with a shrug. "I don't know... maybe if I'd been a man, my sister wouldn't have tortured me like she did. I'm sure she wouldn't have locked me in this cage, at least! I'd have rather been a woman, though, if the gods had sat me down and given me the choice. (If Libido >= 30: It's a lot easier to get fucked when you have a pussy to take the load, Cait tells me. My poor ass has to take all the punishment... though it does feel good!)" | ||
| Etheryn - Her People | / | < 40 | Most boreal elven men are big and strapping, just like the women, but one in five grow up to be soft and feminine, even..." she blushes, averting her gaze. "A-anyway. |
| >= 40 | Most boreal elven men are big and strapping, just like the women, but one in five grow up to be soft and feminine, even..." she blushes, averting her gaze. "Even growing breasts and other womanly curves. You'd be surprised how popular that makes us among men and women... | ||
| Etheryn - Winter City | / | < 50 | "Even from where I was, I could tell the city was full of life and happiness. Most boreal elves come across as big boisterous warriors, but most... most of them are so full of love and fire, too. Not like Queen Alissa." "A-at least, I hope that's the case..." |
| >= 50 | "Even from where I was, I could tell the city was full of life and happiness. Most boreal elves come across as big boisterous warriors, but most... most of them are so full of love and fire, too. Not like Queen Alissa." Ryn sighs and flicks the tip of her braid away. "She and her guards and courtiers are the exception. Hearts like ice, all of them. | ||
| Etheryn - Her Bird | Talked about it before | < 10 | With his immediate demand for attention satisfied, Harrick just resumes glowering at you. It doesn't look like he's a big fan... |
| < 50 | With his immediate demand for attention satisfied, Harrick ruffles his feathers and folds in on himself, content to nap. Doesn't seem like he's terribly interested in you right now. | ||
| < 80 | With his immediate demand for attention satisfied, the bird hops towards you and begins bobbing his head up and down at you, like he's dancing to a beat only he can hear. Ryn grins up at you and takes your hand in hers, guiding it down to rest on top of the bird's head. Harrick makes a low sound in his throat and nuzzles against your hand. "I think he likes you," Ryn giggles. | ||
| >= 80 | With his immediate demand for attention satisfied, Harrick hops along the table to you and head-butts you in the stomach, which eventually turns into a nuzzle and a trilling sound in his throat. "Wow!" Ryn says, smiling ear to ear. "I've never seen him do that with anybody before. He really is warming up to you, Champion." "Only him, hmm?" She giggles and leans in to plant a kiss on your cheek. "Not by a long shot." | ||
| Etheryn - QueenAlissa | / | < 75 | "So... would you mind telling me about your sister? The queen?" Etheryn just squirms, clearly uncomfortable with the topic even with her sister nowhere nearby. It takes several minutes of cajoling before the introverted elf finally breaks down and agrees to tell you anything at all. |
| >= 75 | "So... would you mind telling me about your sister? The queen?" "If you like," she answers. You watch her jawline tighten, though, and her voice comes out slow and measure — even for Etheryn. It's clear this isn't her favorite line of discourse. | ||
| Etheryn - QueenAlissa | / | >= 50 | "She resented me terribly, and made sure I knew it. According to her, I'm the cause of everything bad to ever happen to her. At least I'm the only one she seemed to take her frustrations out on... the people still love her, especially the warriors. The way they faun over her when she walks among them, throwing flowers at her feet and praising her name like a goddess's... Even if I'd spoken up, I doubt anyone would have believed that their beloved queen was capable of being such a monster." |
| Etheryn - QueenAlissa | / | < 25 | You ask, "Does she have any weaknesses?" A moment passes as Ryn thinks. Finally, she shakes her head. "I-I don't know. I'm sorry, I was always so in awe, watching her... I knew I'd never compare. I don't think you can beat her." |
| < 50 | You ask, "Does she have any weaknesses?" A moment passes as Ryn thinks. "I don't know," she finally sighs, shrugging helplessly. "She's a deadly marksman, a swordsmaster, a sorceress... she's learned a little of everything, and how to defeat everything. I don't think fighting her head to head would be very smart..." | ||
| < 90 | You ask, "Does she have any weaknesses?" A moment passes as Ryn thinks. "Maybe... maybe. Alissa's a braggart and a bully, and she just throws herself at her enemies. I never really studied her fighting style — I'd never have stood up to her like that in a thousand years! — but whenever I watched her sparring, she'd go all out on the offense. No defense at all. If you could outlast her attacks, or hit her hard enough to disrupt her stance before she can get going..." she trails off, thinking. | ||
| >= 90 | You ask, "Does she have any weaknesses?" A moment passes as Ryn thinks. "Maybe!" Ryn grins, side-eying you. "She's an overconfident bully, my sister. She knows she can defeat anybody, so she goes all-in on the offense; I don't think I've ever seen her parry more than a blow or two, and she wears no armor to speak of. If you can disrupt her attacks, or just outlast them until she's tired out... I think you could take her on. Just... be careful if you go there, okay? I don't want to lose you... especially to her." | ||
| Etheryn Horny | / | < 25 | You feel a tug on your sleeve, drawing your attention to a slender finger standing in your shadow. Etheryn's eyes are locked firmly on the ground, and her cheeks are flushed darkly. "I-I need... I need your help again," she murmurs. "Please?" |
| < 50 | You feel a tug on your sleeve, drawing your attention to a slender finger standing in your shadow. The elven waif(If Silly Mode:u)'s cheeks are flushed darkly as she fidgets behind you. "I... I can't take it much longer, Champion. I need your help again... please?" | ||
| < 75 | You feel a tug on your sleeve, drawing your attention to a slender finger standing in your shadow. There's a blatant flush on the elven waif(If Silly Mode:u)'s cheeks now, but she locks eyes with you and forces a smile. "H-hey... could you help me out again? I'm losing my focus, Champion..." | ||
| >= 75 | You feel a tug on your sleeve, drawing your attention to a slender finger standing in your shadow. There's a flush on Ryn's cheeks and a lusty smirk on her lips as she presses herself up against you. "I need you," she murmurs, grabbing your butt. "I need you bad, Champion. Please?" | ||
| Etheryn - Sex | / | < 50 | slender figure) before deciding that it's time to act on your desires. You tell Etheryn to (If at Camp:meet you in your tent.|head up to your room.) Now. She gasps, eyes regarding you with that perpetual mix of fear and desire before she obeys. You follow on a few moments later, feeling your heart start beating a little faster as your slip into your (If at Camp:tent|room) after the subby little elf. Sure enough, when you enter, you find Etheryn already nude and on her knees, awaiting your command. She's blushing furiously, eyes downcast, but you can see her dick straining in her cage nevertheless. |
| < 80 | slender figure) before deciding that it's time to act on your desires. You tell Ryn that you'd like to have some fun with her. She blushes, biting her lower lip until you tell her to (If at Camp:get to your tent|go on up to your room). She obeys, walking ahead of you with a barely-noticeable spring in her step that makes her ass shake under her skirt. You follow on a few moments later, feeling your heart start beating a little faster as your slip into your (If at Camp:tent|room) after the subby little elf. Sure enough, when you enter, you find Etheryn already nude and on her knees, awaiting your command. Ryn's got a lewd little blush on her cheeks, all the way up her long ears, and she's biting a lip to try and hide her smirk. | ||
| >= 80 | slender figure) before deciding that it's time to act on your desires. You slip an arm around Ryn's slender shoulders and ask if she's up for a little fun. "With you?" she asks back, favoring you with a playful little smile. "Any time..." Perfect. You send her ahead to your (If at Camp:tent|room), watching that cute little ass shake as she walks. You give her rear a playful spank on her way, making her jump and giggle before disappearing out of sight. You follow on a few moments later, feeling your heart start beating a little faster as your slip into your (If at Camp:tent|room) after the subby little elf. Sure enough, when you enter, you find Etheryn already nude and on her knees, awaiting your command. "I'm all yours," she murmurs, staring up at you with those beautiful blue eyes. She's smiling up at you with clear adoration. | ||
| Etheryn - Cait & Fuck | / | < 25 | "Hey there, cutie," she smiles, reaching down and cupping Ryn's chin. "Sounds like Champion wants to share you. What do you think about that?" Etheryn just stares down at the ground between her knees, cheeks burning. |
| < 50 | "Hey there, cutie," she smiles, reaching down and cupping Ryn's chin. "Sounds like Champion wants to share you. What do you think about that?" "O-o-okay..." Ryn whimpers, staring at the ground with a fierce blush spreading on her cheeks. | ||
| < 75 | "Hey there, cutie," she smiles, reaching down and cupping Ryn's chin. "Sounds like Champion wants to share you. What do you think about that?" "I-if that's what [he/she] wants," Ryn says, biting her lower lip. "I don't mind..." | ||
| >= 75 | "Hey there, cutie," she smiles, reaching down and cupping Ryn's chin. "Sounds like Champion wants to share you. What do you think about that?" "I think... I like that!" Ryn says, biting her lower lip to hide a lustful grin. "I like that a lot." | ||
| Etheryn - Cait & Fuck | / | < 50 | "Good girl. Gooooood girl. Let it all out for the Champion." She does, of course. Etheryn is nothing if not an obediant cocksleeve. |
| >= 50 | "Good girl. Gooooood girl. Let it all out for the Champion." She does, of course. There are some commands Etheryn still just can't resist. | ||
| Etheryn - GetEatenOut | / | < 25 | "You know what to do with this," you say. (If Dark Knight:It's not a question but an accusation, a reminder of what she really is: a professional bed slave whose sole purpose is to munch rug.) Ryn's cheeks burn, but she does know. She instinctively leans in, tongue flicking out of her mouth. |
| < 50 | "You know what to do with this," you say. (If Dark Knight:It's not a question but an accusation, a reminder of what she really is: a professional bed slave whose sole purpose is to munch rug.) "I-I do," Ryn murmurs, leaning in slowly and staring into your hole. "I do..." | ||
| < 75 | "You know what to do with this," you say. (If Dark Knight:It's not a question but an accusation, a reminder of what she really is: a professional bed slave whose sole purpose is to munch rug.) "You know I do," Ryn half-laughs, biting her lip as she drinks you in. "And I love it..." | ||
| >= 75 | "You know what to do with this," you say. (If Dark Knight:It's not a question but an accusation, a reminder of what she really is: a professional bed slave whose sole purpose is to munch rug.) "Do I?" Ryn giggle, running her tongue along your inner thigh, tantalizingly close to your quim. "I think I do... but maybe I need a refresher." | ||
| Etheryn - GetEatenOut | / | < 75 | Your thighs close around Ryn's cheeks, tight enough that just her ears are peeking up over your legs. Ryn moans, wiggling her ears as she licks. You brush your foot across her sexy rear, giving those cheeks of hers a playful slap with the bottom of a sole when she starts to slow. "S-sorry," Ryn whimpers. "I'm getting warmed up." |
| >= 75 | Your thighs close around Ryn's cheeks, tight enough that just her ears are peeking up over your legs. She squeaks in surprise, squirming in your grip. "Aaah! Help, I'm drowning!" she giggles, wiggling her ears. You brush your foot across her sexy rear, giving those cheeks of hers a playful slap with the bottom of a sole when she starts to slow. "Don't rush," Ryn murmurs, leaning her cheek against your thigh. "I like listening to you moan..." | ||
| Etheryn - GetEatenOut | / | < 50 | Your lover gasps, squirming underneath you until she settles into a more frantic pace of pussy-licking. "Good girl," you tell her, running a hand through Ryn's hair before letting her head fall back against the ground. "That was good." She just moans up at you, eyes fluttering closed. |
| >= 50 | Your lover giggles, squirming underneath you until she settles into a more frantic pace of pussy-licking. "Good girl," you tell her, running a hand through Ryn's hair before letting her head fall back against the ground. "That was good." "... My tongue's tired," she slurs back. | ||
| Etheryn - Assfuck | / | < 50 | "D-don't just stare at me..." Ryn whimpers, squirming in your grasp. Your hands just tighten around her butt. "P-p-please, just... just do something!" |
| >= 50 | Ryn gives you a playful little smirk, staring down at your between her chest. "You're not going to just stare at me, are you?" she laughs. "I thought you said you wanted to use my ass, not just admire it..." | ||
| Etheyn - Assfuck - Tenderly | / | < 75 | "As much as you can," you say, bouncing her in your hands. "All yours." Etheryn gasps softly, like the idea of equality in sex is still so alien to her. You have to help her get started, using your hands to guide her first slow, unsteady movements. |
| >= 75 | "As much as you can," you say, bouncing her in your hands. "All yours." Etheryn grins and bites her lip, starting to slowly rock on her knees. | ||
| Etheryn - Assfuck - Monstrously | / | >= 50 | When she's forced to come up for air, you can't help but grin seeing Etheryn's face smeared entirely alabaster. She forces a toothy smile, shaking a little spunk off her cheeks. |
| Etheryn - GrindCage | / | >= 75 | You settle your butt on Ryn's thighs, nestling your slick slit against the rounded crown. "That doesn't work, you know," Etheryn chuckles, rubbing the top of the cage with two fingers. "I can't feel through it..." "I know," you say with a wink. |
| Etheryn - GrindCage | / | < 50 | Her hands paw meekly at your hips, but she doesn't dare try and grab hold of you. She knows her place — a thing for other's pleasures, not her own. You sigh and take Ryn's hands, lacing your fingers through hers and pinning them down on either side of her head. |
| >= 50 | Her hands paw meekly at your hips, trying to grab them and guide you towards something pleasurable for her, too, but you slap them aside and tell her there'll be no more of that: tonight's all about you. You sigh and take Ryn's hands, lacing your fingers through hers and pinning them down on either side of her head. | ||
| Etheryn - Blowjob | Had done Blowjob before | < 25 | Etheryn watches quietly as you toss your unnecessary gear, stroking your cock to half-mast on a deliberate stroll to your (If at Camp:bedroll|bed). O-Oh, okay... I can do that, sure, Champion..." |
| < 50 | Etheryn watches meaningfully as you toss your unnecessary gear, stroking your cock to half-mast on a deliberate stroll to your (If at Camp:bedroll|bed). I won't let you down, Champion..." | ||
| < 75 | Etheryn watches hopefully as you toss your unnecessary gear, stroking your cock to half-mast on a deliberate stroll to your (If at Camp:bedroll|bed). I'll see to it right away, (sir/ma'am)!" | ||
| >= 75 | Etheryn watches eagerly as you toss your unnecessary gear, stroking your cock to half-mast on a deliberate stroll to your (If at Camp:bedroll|bed). For you, Champion, anything!" | ||
| Etheryn - Blowjob | / | < 33 | "O-Of course, Champion, I can do that for you..." she replies, bending and crawling towards your lap. "Am I doing okay, Champion?" Ryn asks, slurping from your cock head. Quite. She's a little clumsy, but her effort and eagerness does more than simply serve the throbbing needs of your cock. Still, there could always be more. Whilst Ryn slobbers over your (knot|sheathe), you wonder if you should remain passive, let her build some confidence in servicing you... or take it for yourself? |
| < 67 | "I'd love th-" She gasps. "I-I mean, I'd love to help you. Definitely! I'll take care of that, no problem!" "I bet you can't wait to cum now, right? I'm doing a good job, aren't I?" Ryn simpers, giving you a smiling suck to the cock head. You'd never think of saying no. She's not the best cocksucker around, but the way she licks at that spot halfway down your slimy shaft with genuine, eager pleasure speaks volumes of her innate talent. If you wanted to give Ryn a chance to better herself for you, then you could remain passive and let her bring you to orgasm. Or you could mount her face and bust a nut so hard that she can't help but cum, too. Tough choice! | ||
| >= 67 | Yes, (If Dark Knight:I would|If Champion:I am|If Bimbo:it's great that I'm here)! As long as I get it all to myself! "I know that look," Ryn says, entirely gratified. She takes another whiff of the shudderingly sexual air she's immersed in. "You're loving every bit of this." You don't need to say it, she can see it writ upon your face. She's so damn good at this now, coaxingly shifting her tongue at that spot, massaging your thighs at the same time. "Seeing you like this makes me happy, Champion." She smooches your cock head. "Shall I continue?" Oh... it's pretty hard to deny a proficient suckslut the privilege of acting on her own, but if you wanted to take your pleasure more forcibly, the option is always there... | ||
| Etheryn - Hug | / | < 33 | You step a little closer to where Ryn's sitting and extend an open hand to her. She blinks up at you like a doe in the firelight, confused until you sigh and take her shoulders, picking her up so that she's stood facing you. "You look like you need a hug," you say simply, putting your hands around the skinny little elf. "Come here." You pull her in for a hug before she can finish looking surprised, holding her tight for a long moment. A shuddering gasp escapes Ryn's lips, and she stands limply in your arms for the duration. Only after several seconds does she dare to put her hands on your waist, softly accepting your embrace. Her long ears wiggle, rubbing your cheek before finally drooping limp, a final sign of utter contentment. |
| < 66 | You step a little closer to where Ryn's sitting and extend an open hand to her. She takes it with a moment's hesitation, letting you lift her up from her seat to face you full on. "You look like you need a hug," you say simply, putting your hands around the skinny little elf. "Come here." You pull her in for a hug before she can finish looking surprised, holding her tight for a long moment. Ryn gasps softly, but she quickly wraps her arms around you and nestles her cheek into your chest, content to enjoy the affectionate embrace for as long as you are. Her long ears wiggle, rubbing your cheek before finally drooping limp, a final sign of utter contentment. | ||
| >= 66 | You step a little closer to where Ryn's sitting and extend an open hand to her. She clasps her hand around your wrist in turn, holding it firmly and hauling herself up to her feet, facing you with a smile. "You look like you need a hug," you say simply, putting your hands around the skinny little elf. "Come here." You pull her in for a hug before she can finish looking surprised, holding her tight for a long moment. Etheryn giggles softly and nuzzles into your chest, arms around your waist and a smile on her lips. She squeezes you right back, pressing her breasts against you and letting her hands grip your chest. "Mmm... this is nice," she murmurs. Her long ears wiggle, rubbing your cheek before finally drooping limp, a final sign of utter contentment. | ||
| Etheryn - Hug - Cuddle | / | < 33 | "Come here," you urge her. She hesitates a long moment, like she's afraid you'll bite — that this is somehow a cunning trap — before finally slipping down and resting herself on your leg. "Perfect," you tell her, securing her with both arms around her slender waist. "Just like you." |
| < 66 | "Come here," you urge her. She giggles softly, leaning down and resting her read on one of your legs. "Like this?" "Perfect," you tell her, securing her with both arms around her slender waist. "Just like you." | ||
| >= 66 | "Come here," you urge her. She smiles demurely, slipping down to rest her rear on your leg. Before you can lock her in, though, Etheryn twists around so that her legs are dangling off the side of the chair, and both her arms are wrapping around your shoulders. "Like this?" she purrs. "Perfect," you tell her, securing her with both arms around her slender waist. "Just like you." | ||
| Etheryn - Hug - Enough | / | < 33 | You gently lift Etheryn's hands off you, giving them a parting squeeze. "Feel better?" Ryn nods firmly. "Th-thank you..." |
| < 66 | You gently lift Etheryn's hands off you, giving them a parting squeeze. "Feel better?" She grins and nods. "Yeah. Thank you, Champion..." | ||
| >= 66 | You gently lift Etheryn's hands off you, giving them a parting squeeze. "Feel better?" "With you around? Always," she says with a smile. | ||
| Etheryn - GiveItem | / | < 33 | Etheryn tries to draw away from you, like she's expecting her present to be a smack across the cheeks. Tsk. You pull her back and start reaching into your pack, looking for just the thing to give to this poor creature... |
| < 66 | Ryn quirks an eyebrow, watching silently as you reach into your pack and search for just what this cute little elf needs... | ||
| >= 66 | Etheryn's big ol' ears wobble excitedly as you reach into your pack. "For me? Oh, you shouldn't have..." | ||
| Etheryn - GiveItem - Bov.Sherry (WM) | Has done this before | < 33 | "You want... you want me to be even curvier? I... okay..." |
| < 66 | "You want... you want me to be even curvier? I... I don't mind at all. It's kind of nice, to have somebody help me be more womanly. I like it." | ||
| >= 66 | "You want... you want me to be even curvier? I... well, if you're sure you don't prefer my boyish figure. I certainly like the idea of being bigger... bustier. More like the woman you want me to be." | ||
| Etheryn - Spoil Her | Dark Knight Personality | < 25 | "I want you close to me (If Day:today|tonight)," you command, and Ryn blinks, confused. "Come here." The princess shuffles over to sit where directed, averting her gaze in that cute, bulliable manner. "Good girl," you growl affectionately, patting her on the head and tracing the long rim of her ear. |
| < 50 | "I want you close to me (If Day:today|tonight)," you command, and Ryn blinks, confused. "Come here." The princess shuffles over to sit where directed, kind-of sort-of making blushing eye contact but losing it in frequent bouts. "Good girl," you growl affectionately, patting her on the head and tracing the long rim of her ear. | ||
| < 75 | "I want you close to me (If Day:today|tonight)," you command, and Ryn blinks, confused. "Come here." The princess shuffles over to sit where directed, giving a little smile as she basks in your presence. "Good girl," you growl affectionately, patting her on the head and tracing the long rim of her ear. | ||
| >= 75 | "I want you close to me (If Day:today|tonight)," you command, and Ryn blinks, confused. "Come here." The princess shuffles over to sit where directed, daring to poke a finger at your hand. You forgive it, because you quite like how eager she is to please. "Good girl," you growl affectionately, patting her on the head and tracing the long rim of her ear. | ||
| Etheryn - Spoil Her | Champion Personality | < 25 | Wearing your most warm smile, you beckon Ryn to your side. "Come sit with me," you say, and the sheepish girl's mouth hangs open in surprise. The princess wastes no time accepting your gentle invitation, sitting close enough for you to feel the lapis coolness of her skin. Sadly, she's too unsure of herself to make eye contact, but when you caress her cheek, she relaxes without forcing it. "Hey," you murmur, cupping her jaw and pecking her with a light, chaste kiss. "We're not close enough just yet..." |
| < 50 | Wearing your most warm smile, you beckon Ryn to your side. "Come sit with me," you say, and the sheepish girl's mouth hangs open in surprise. The princess wastes no time accepting your gentle invitation, sitting close enough for you to feel the lapis coolness of her skin. Still unused to being close to someone who wishes her no harm, Ryn has trouble keeping eye contact. A pat on the head warms her right up. "Hey," you murmur, cupping her jaw and pecking her with a light, chaste kiss. "We're not close enough just yet..." | ||
| < 75 | Wearing your most warm smile, you beckon Ryn to your side. "Come sit with me," you say, and the sheepish girl's mouth hangs open in surprise. The princess wastes no time accepting your gentle invitation, sitting close enough for you to feel the lapis coolness of her skin. Shyly laying her fingers on your hand, Ryn sits straight and very relaxed in your presence. "Hey," you murmur, cupping her jaw and pecking her with a light, chaste kiss. "We're not close enough just yet..." | ||
| >= 75 | Wearing your most warm smile, you beckon Ryn to your side. "Come sit with me," you say, and the sheepish girl's mouth hangs open in surprise. The princess wastes no time accepting your gentle invitation, sitting close enough for you to feel the lapis coolness of her skin. Nuzzling her chin into your shoulder, Ryn lets out a light, violet-scented breath. There's no other place she'd rather be. "Hey," you murmur, cupping her jaw and pecking her with a light, chaste kiss. "We're not close enough just yet..." | ||
| Etheryn - Spoil Her | Bimbo Personality | < 25 | "Why dontcha come up off the floor and riiiiight here with me?" you chime, patting your thighs. "Let's get nice 'n snuggly!" Taken aback by the offer, Etheryn nonetheless hurries to your side like the good girl she is, sitting prim and proper up until you lay the girl's head on your lap. Under your skilled pampering, tension drains from the oft-abused girl's muscles like water down a drain. "Hey, so..." You sit her up after a while, gazing into her eyes with lewd fascination. "Let's get down to what matters..." |
| < 50 | "Why dontcha come up off the floor and riiiiight here with me?" you chime, patting your thighs. "Let's get nice 'n snuggly!" Taken aback by the offer, Etheryn nonetheless hurries to your side like the good girl she is, sitting prim and proper up until you lay the girl's head on your lap. The princess can't stifle a joyful coo, surrendering to a tenderness she's been too long deprived of. "Hey, so..." You sit her up after a while, gazing into her eyes with lewd fascination. "Let's get down to what matters..." | ||
| < 75 | "Why dontcha come up off the floor and riiiiight here with me?" you chime, patting your thighs. "Let's get nice 'n snuggly!" Taken aback by the offer, Etheryn nonetheless hurries to your side like the good girl she is, sitting prim and proper up until you lay the girl's head on your lap. The princess' slender fingers dig into your knees, all the petting and rubbing you give her head just what she needs. "Hey, so..." You sit her up after a while, gazing into her eyes with lewd fascination. "Let's get down to what matters..." | ||
| >= 75 | "Why dontcha come up off the floor and riiiiight here with me?" you chime, patting your thighs. "Let's get nice 'n snuggly!" Taken aback by the offer, Etheryn nonetheless hurries to your side like the good girl she is, sitting prim and proper up until you lay the girl's head on your lap. Gratitude flutters from her lips the harder you pet. Gosh, it's so nice having someone in your lap! "Hey, so..." You sit her up after a while, gazing into her eyes with lewd fascination. "Let's get down to what matters..." | ||
| Etheryn - Spoil Her | Etheryn Libido Range >= 33 | < 50 | "Champion...! T-That's..." Her hips start to wiggle, instinctively preparing for another chaste orgasm. The thought of being on top does seem to catch her off guard, though! "O-Oh, I'd love that... c-can I (If had done scene before: do that again)? If that's really okay..." |
| >= 50 | "Champion...! T-That's..." Her hips start to wiggle, instinctively preparing for another chaste orgasm. The thought of being on top does seem to catch her off guard, though! "I'd really love that... if you're fine with me doing that, anyway." | ||
| Etheryn - Spoil Her | / | < 50 | Etheryn Butt Range < 8 Nervousness pours out of Ryn like the sweat striping her tush. Deciding that she needs a bit of support, you swat her on the butt. The surprise slap sends a single ripple of pleasure through her lapis cheeks; she yelps in her highest-pitch voice, and inadvertently falls back to smush your face under the silken weight of her rear. |
| Etheryn Butt Range >= 8 Nervousness pours out of Ryn like the sweat striping her tush. Deciding that she needs a bit of support, you swat her on the butt. The surprise slap sends rippling waves of pleasure through her lapis cheeks; she yelps in her highest-pitch voice, and inadvertently falls back to smush your face under the silken weight of her rear. | |||
| >= 50 | Etheryn Butt Range < 8 Instead of single-mindedly carrying out an instruction, the royal minx lifts her rump up over her head and starts to shake and bounce it. Although it's not the bubbliest bottom out there, there's no reason to be critical when watching a girl put herself to work for your enjoyment. It's an alluring show that brings her sweat-slick cheeks closer; your face burns with lust. | ||
| Etheryn Butt Range >= 8 Instead of single-mindedly carrying out an instruction, the royal minx lifts her rump up over her head and starts to shake and bounce it. Those fat cheeks bounce and clap for your amusement. It's an alluring show that brings her sweat-slick cheeks closer; your face burns with lust. |
Confession & Chastity
Note that this will not occur when saving is disabled
While initially travelling with Etheryn, there will be an evident notice for a lack of sex options with Etheryn, this is because she is hiding the nature of her forced chastity. However after about 34 hours since she was rescued by the Champion, they will notice that Etheryn has been acting strange lately, she's constantly fidgeting, sweating beads from the brow and when not on the move, she's locking her thighs together and trembling on the spot. When the Champion asks her what's wrong (this will happen automatically), she stammers, stating that she's fine and that nothing's wrong. The Champion will reach out and place a hand on her shoulder as a comforting gesture, which will cause her to seize up, give a long moan and a fat wad of white slime will leak from her short skirt. She shudders, pulling back and murmurs that she's sorry repeatedly. When asked if the strange white slime is cum, Etheryn will claim that it's hers. Completely ashamed, she confesses that she's so horny, that she can't think or fight or do anything and that she needs help because she can't masturbate. Etheryn will lift her skirt and reveal the complex metal cage that completely shrouds her penis. She will go on to explain that her sister had cursed her, locking her in the awful cage so she can suffer, and that she hasn't cum for weeks, since before the awful blizzard, and that with her watching the Champion so close, she can't hold back anymore. At this point, Etheryn is completely broken and the Champion will have the following options:
- Take Home (not a sex option)
- Fuck Gently - Give the chaste elf some relief the only way you know how: a good, hard dicking. (requires a cock <= 12")
- Move On - Let's just get moving.
- Aftercare - Poor thing! She needs some tender loving care after losing her virginity like this...
- Ruin Ryn - (If Dark Knight:You can finally get to doing what you've always wanted to.|That beautiful ass of Ryn's just sings out to you.) (Written by The Observer) (requires a cock)
- Cait Help - Let Cait handle the poor elf, she's trained for situations like this after all. (Written by The Observer) (requires Cait or at The Frost Hound)
- Give2Arona - Give Etheryn over to Arona's tender mercies. Your futa orc amazon can sort out her problem in a hurry. (requires Arona or at The Frost Hound) (This option is not yet available as Arona post OrcQuest does not have content yet)
- Ignore Her - You can't deal with this right now. (If not at The Frost Hound:Hopefully you can get back to the Frost Hound unmolested...) (not a sex option)
Once Etheryn has confessed her situation, the next time Etheryn becomes blue-balled (calculated as time since her last orgasm + (60 * (40 - Libido/3))) which at base usually means about 34 - 36 hours since she's last cum, Etheryn will not be able to recover resolve through resting until she's cum due to her predicament.
Libido
Libido as a stat increases tease effectiveness, reduces tease resistance, and increases the success chance when using Sense. The stat is calculated as 10 + Libido Mod (which is 8 in Etheryn's case). However, Etheryn has certain scene variations that will check her Libido Range which will check the percentage of her libido vs the libido max (100). It is noted, however, that as Libido increases, characters will receive a penalty to their Mental Resistance, as it is so much harder to resist your lusts, and to even care who or what's propositioning you.
Increase & Decrease
There are a couple of scenes that will increase or decrease Etheryn's Libido, those being:
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Royal Amnesty
To begin Royal Amnesty, the Champion would need to talk to Etheryn at camp or at The Frost Hound, this can be done as soon as the Champion has recruited her or after meeting her at Castle Hawkstone if she was not. Etheryn must be brought back to Castle Hawkstone, however they must defeat the Runic Knight before they can meet with the baroness. Once the Runic Knight has been dealt with, when the Champion and Etheryn reach the gates to the castle, they will be met by Baroness Carmen Reverra who will ask what their business with her is. Depending on Etheryn's confidence, she may shuffle her feet awkwardly and stutter with her words or she will steadily introduce herself and by ancient treaty she requests sanctuary at the castle. Carmen asks why Etheyrn's come to her to seeking protection and notes the lack of guards escorting her even if she was exiled. Once again, depending on Etheryn's confidence she may whine and slightly stutter on her words to confidently explaining that the Queen has turned evil so she ran from her city but her people are still in peril. Carmen will formally introduce herself however she will state that she does not have the power and cannot offer Etheryn the hospitality and comfort befitting of a princess and she has no resources at her disposal to retake a city many miles away since the Marcher Baron's armies were destroyed during the Godswar and she had to resort to mercenaries to keep the roads clear although many simply became bandits or worse. She will apologize to Etheryn and state that the four-century-old treaty no longer exists and that she does not have the power to honor it, the only boon she can give is for Etheryn to stay within her barony as long as she needs. A teary eyed Etheryn will turn to the Champion and the following options will become available:
- Thank Carmen - At least the baroness was willing to hear Ryn out, right?
- Get Mad - Wow, what the fuck. How dare Carmen just turn Ryn away!
- Comfort
- Leave - Thanks for nothing, bitch.
Regardless of their decision, the Champion and Etheryn will have to deal with Winter City and Queen Alissa on their own.
Dog Days
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Written by The Observer |
During Dog Days, aside from Etheryn providing comments and additional information to the Champion, Etheryn is also capable of picking the lock on Garret's cage.
Etheryn's other major contribution during Dog Days is the option to parley with Hethia. When considering their options when attempting to parley with Hethia, Etheryn will inform the Champion that if they'd like, she can try talking to Hethia considering she might be more willing to listen to another pale elf. Deciding to Let Etheryn do the talking will have her approach Hethia alone. Hethia will note that she wasn't expecting one so far from Winter City, Etheryn replies that these are uncertain times and there's trouble in her city which is why she's come so far south to seek help. Hethia will give a disdainful sniff and state that she hopes Etheryn's not trying to seek help from those who still follow the Old Wyld and comment that are the times that desperate that they cannot send a single woman as a messenger and had to send a male instead. Etheryn shifts the subject, stating that she's not her to speak about the city but of the loggers of the camp, to which Hethia will slip into her armored robe but state that she will listen to Etheryn, noting that she has better manners that the brute who came barging in.
Etheryn will start off by formally introducing herself as second line to the throne of Winter City, to which Hethia scowls and state that if she was supposed to be impressed by Etheryn's rank it had the opposite effect, however Hethia notes that Etheryn's resemblance to her grandfather is striking. When Etheryn asks for Hethia's name she will introduce herself although her title means little in the current day and age probably due to Etheryn's grandmother, although she is curious to what's a princeling doing so far away from Winter City. Etheryn states that the city is in trouble and clarifies that she is not a princeling but a princess, her sister declared it so. Hethia will recoil in true disgust and she will go on to mock Winter City and its royal family. Depending on Etheryn's confidence, she may look away, breathing heavily and unable to meet Hethia's gaze or she may clench and unclench her fists, trembling ever so slightly but she manages to compose herself and that she has come to parley in good faith and good will and affirms that there is trouble afoot in the city and that there should not be infighting between the boer'alvar but unite against a mutual enemy that threatens their people. That the new unnatural and twisted threats that have appeared in the Old Forest and the Frostwood share the same root as what ails Winter City.
Etheryn states that she doesn't think that Hethia is a bad person, she wouldn't have protected the loggers from what lurks in the forest and she would have enacted a harsher punishment upon them for daring to cross her. Etheryn offers that together they can escape the logging camp, overcome this obstacle and the threat that threatens the pale elves. Hethia will sigh and states that it was tiring to keeping the wards she had placed up against the things that would test them and asks if they believe they can get everyone out. Etheryn affirms that they can and she states that Hethia should be rushing back to her circle, to make sure they worry for her no longer instead of babysitting a handful of people who have no idea what she's doing and that old wounds can be reopened and picked at later. Etheryn offers to relieve Hethia of her duty and that she and the Champion will escort the loggers and the would-be hero back to the village so Hethia may return to those who care for her. Hethia concedes and tosses a keyring to Garret's cage, to which Etheryn will thank Hethia.
Other Interactions
Companions can accompany the Champion in their adventures, providing not only combat assistance but offering their opinions and talents to aid the Champion. The following items are the interactions of Berwyn with other characters, situations and events while accompanying the Champion or comments of other characters on Etheryn. Note that Bad End interactions are not included in this list.
| Scene | From | To | Requirements | Description | Writer |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Etheryn | Quintillus | The Champion | Recruited Etheryn | Your purple elf companion and Quintillus are getting along, you take it? "Well enough." Quin sets one hand on his other arm's elbow, resting his cheek against his fist and peering off over at Etheryn. "Well enough, considering I wouldn't mind making that boreal princess into a prim, proper Taelian wife." Crossing your arms, you hastily coax the bunny into flashing you his playful smirk; the taeleer man lets his hand drop, opening it just enough for a pink fire to spark up in his grasp. "Don't worry, I'm joking; as cute as she is, Etheryn isn't really my type. It's about the challenge when you find a good flame. The classic give-and-take romance is the only kind I want. Though, I suppose we get along well enough; her bird is rather magnificent and her ability with a bow is impressive. From a martial standpoint, she impresses me enough to make that cute ass of hers good company." |
BubbleLord |
| Etheryn | Kiyoko | The Champion | Recruited Etheryn | "A child as her people reckon time, raised in tragedy and thrust into responsibility far greater than what her upbringing trained her to handle. No doubt she imagined her sister would rule for all her life, and never had the opportunity nor the motivation to learn how to rule. That she has lasted this long, at least, suggests that she has the potential to overcome the odds that are against her, and I will be frank: they are not good. Her life so far sounds like the opening chapters of a classical tragedy. Then again, if there were a way to overcome the odds, it would be with you." | The Observer |
| Etheryn | Brienne | The Champion | Recruited Etheryn | (If Confidence < 50: "I think she's a little afraid of me," Brienne says, grimacing. "Just a little too eager to hop to doing whatever I want, you know? Like it's ingrained in her. Hard to imagine what she's been through. Her bird is nice and friendly all of a sudden, though. Hopefully he can see where I'm coming from, at least.") (If Confidence >= 50: "She's lively and friendly," Brienne says with a fond smile. "You can really tell you've rubbed off on her... she speaks like you sometimes, if you haven't noticed. It's adorable to see.") "She's amazing with a bow," you say, and Brienne nods along with you. "No doubt about that. She must have worked hard to reach that level of performance," she says. "I know how much effort it takes to get those kinds of results." |
Wsan |
| Etheryn | Brint | The Champion | Recruited Etheryn | "What do you make of Etheryn?" you ask. (If Confidence <50: "Hard to say," Brint shrugs. "She doesn't talk much, but she looks cute and seems fine. Poor girl just needs some confidence, I think.")(If Confidence <75: "She's coming out of her shell a bit more these days," Brint says, smiling at you. "Guessing that's your doing, Champion. Good on you. It's fun watching her spread her wings a little. She's a cutie.")(If Confidence >=75: "I like her," Brint says. "Nice and cute, and these days she's a lot more sociable. Handy in a fight, too, with that archery of hers.") "I don't know how much her hawk loves me, though," he adds after a moment. |
Wsan |
| Etheryn | Cait | The Champion | Recruited Etheryn | (If Etheryn Confessed: "Poor Etheryn," Cait sighs, (If at Camp: glancing over to where the elven waif is sitting by the fire|leaning back in her seat). "I can't imagine my sister doing something so terrible to me... or living like that, for that matter. Mallach preserve, if I went a week without being able to cum I'd probably claw my own tits off trying; I can't imagine going years." Well, it seems like her sister at least allowed Ryn to cum from her ass. "How magnanimous of her! If we ever come to the court of this Queen Alissa, you better stop me or I'm gonna put her over my knee." You're sure there'll be a line. "But what about Ryn herself?" Cait thinks a moment, smiling. "I think she's a sweet thing. A little too timid for my tastes, but I'd be happy to help try and bring her out of her shell. When I look at her, though, I feel like I want to give her a hug more than I want to give her a ride, you know? She's like a scared puppy and I just want to hold her close and tell her it'll be alright."| "Etheryn? Hmm, I don't really know her very well yet, but she seems... tense. Scared, too, like a wounded animal looking over her shoulder every few seconds. She practically jumps at her own shadow." "Any idea why?" Cait shrugs, (If at Camp: glancing over to where the elven waif is sitting by the fire|leaning back in her seat)."Something happened to her back in her home. Something terrible enough to make her flee south, further than almost any of her kin have been in a generation. If you ask me... and you are... I'd think it was Kasyrra's influence. That's the direction she flew off, after all, and she's had plenty of time to start wreaking havoc." That doesn't sound good. |
Savin |
| Village | Brint | The Champion | Has not talked to Brint about Village previously Met Etheryn |
He stops, considering for a moment. "Does Hawkethorne not have a King?" You tell him it has a baroness. A woman named Revarra. He looks momentarily surprised, then nods. "So a woman leader like that elf had, then. Is this common?" You tell him you don't know yourself. Hawkethorne and Khor'minos are just two places in the world, after all. The rules are different everywhere. |
Wsan |
| Hazards? | Ninian | Harrick | Combat Victory | Harrick squawks defensively, furrowing his brows aggressively. Ninian scowls at the warhawk and claps a fist into his palm. "Don't think you scare me! I'm bigger than you!" Etheryn hushes Harrick and turns, wrangling the bird and disarming the pair before either Harrick or Ninian makes the pixie regret picking a fight. |
BubbleLord |
| Archway Approach | Etheryn | The Champion | Attempting to explore the archway but has not met Sigrune yet | "Careful!" Ryn whispers from behind you, so softly you can barely hear her. "My sister always said to stay away from old standing stones. They're cursed..." | Savin |
| Storehouse | Etheryn | The Champion | Entering the storehouse at the Kurokawa Kitsune Den for the first time | "H-hey!" Etheryn whispers into your ear. "I recognise some of these! And the markings on the crates... these definitely came from the Winter City! And these... you can find them at the market in the palace square... "Have these people been trading with us all this time and we just didn't know it?" You can see why Ryn might be a little concerned. It's a good thing that the kitsune are generally benevolent if mischievous, because having soul-sucking masters of disguise walking freely into your settlements could be quite alarming if they were minded to creating actual trouble. "Don't put it like that!" It is the truth, though, isn't it? |
The Observer |
| Trade | Etheryn | The Champion | / | Ryn rubs her temples. "I still can't believe it. Someone would have noticed fox-people hawking wares in the market. Someone would have put two and two together sooner or later. If you can get in and out of the Winter City without anyone noticing, and for months if not years on end to boot, something's seriously wrong — not that Alissa made the situation any better. The implications for our security are staggering." You can see how soul-sucking vampires freely mixing amongst the elves with no one being the wiser might cause some concern, yes. |
The Observer |
| Camp | Etheryn | The Champion | Random chance when setting up camp in the Old Forest | Etheryn looks at the ruins around her and sighs sadly. "The pale elves used to be so much more... then the Godswar happened. That, along with the schism between the official worship of the Seven and the druids who still followed the Old Wyld, ended us as a major power in the Frost Marches. Now someone else will rise to fill the void left by our waning." (if Dark Knight:Tough luck. All good things must come to an end, such is the way of the world — and the pale elves' time is over.|You move to comfort Etheryn, but she shakes her head and wordlessly steps away. She probably needs a minute or two of alone time.) |
The Observer |
| Commander | Etheryn | The Champion | Combat Victory against Lieutenant Jen Cait must not be in the party |
"Maybe you should ask her how she feels after this. I'd bet she'd like that," Etheryn says. | BubbleLord |
| Fortune (Ihzalti) | Etheryn | Quintillus / Arona | Has either Quintillus or Arona in the party | Your taeleer|orc companion's brows furrow, leaning back and uncrossing his|her legs. "Really? You're entertaining this? I didn't see you the type, Champion." Etheryn blushes, setting her palms on her thighs. "I think we should hear her out. Being lucky would be... you know... good for us, right?" |
BubbleLord |
| Why Here? (Kurako) | Kurako | Etheryn The Champion |
/ | What else does she do, then? "Spotting, for one. Those lovely elves from the city of ice to the north send patrols into this forest all the time. They're all so big and brash and bold; giantesses, every single one of them. Getting them off their wargs and convincing them to take on the mantle of benefactor is child's play," she blinks, every word thus far full of fond appreciation. "They're such easy, willing meals." At that, Ryn crosses her arms and pouts. "Hey!" "Hmm? Is it not true?" Slinking well into Ryn's personal space, Kura fixes her gaze into Ryn's. "The warrior women of your kind have robust bodies and appetites for desire... it is a compliment, not a jibe. Unless there's some deeper meaning I have yet to perceive? You look like you'd be a tasty little morsel, not that I would take anything that's not willingly given." |
William |
| Frostwood Kitsune First Encounter | Etheryn | The Champion | / | "I... " Ryn appears equal parts thoughtful and intimidated as she peers into the darkness. "Back in the day, there were reports of things like this happening. Patrols plunged into sudden darkness, surrounded by laughter. And then... " And then what? That information could certainly come in useful right now. She shakes her head. "I'm sorry. Most of them aren't too clear on what happened in between then and being found by other patrols. So many details were missing, I was sure it was just a scary story Alissa made up to keep me awake at night." |
The Observer |
| Kasyrra Frostwood | Etheryn | The Champion | Meeting Kasyrra at the end of the Corrupted Garden | "Uhh, Champion," Etheryn says, following at your heels. "We're going the wrong way! The way that demon woman went! We should turn around... please?" You put up a hand, cutting off any further pleading. Something's off here... Kasyrra is close by. You can feel it. |
Savin |
| Kasyrra Frostwood | Kasyrra | The Champion | Meeting Kasyrra at the end of the Corrupted Garden | (Etheryn in party: "Ah! And you even found my present. Do you like elves? I've always found they make cozy cock-sleeves but amount to little else."|"Did you find my present? The cute little elf with the cute little cock hidden under her skirts? I've always found elves make cozy little cock-sleeves, but amount to little else. I'm sure she'll serve you well... with her asshole, if nothing else!") | Savin |
| Use of Ice Wine | Etheryn | The Champion | / | You pull the glass stopper out of the decanter, feeling the wine's faint chill reach your fingers through the thick material. Even though it seems a bit of a shame to guzzle down this fine wine, you quaff the bottle's contents, feeling its trademark soothing coolness spread throughout your body. "Careful not to have too much, Champion," Ryn says from beside you. "It's exactly because it's cool and calm like this that you can get drunk on mirrorwine without even noticing it." |
The Observer |
| Use of Trail Rations | Etheryn | The Champion | / | "I used to sit at feasts in the palace with the highest nobles of the pale elves," Ryn says with a sigh, her eyes downcast. "We had everything one could ever hope for served up at our table... but Alissa managed to make everything turn to ashes in my mouth by her mere presence." You nod. "This may be simple fare, really, but it tastes much better than anything the Winter City could bring to bear. I'm glad to be out here with you." |
The Observer |
| Spitroast Tooltip | / | / | Combat Victory against Cultist Evangelist Brint and Arona are not in party |
You need someone else with a decently long phallus to do the spitroasting. Ryn isn't going to cut it, and you know that. | The Observer |
| Orc Dress | Etheryn | Nelia | Turning in the Winterstem to Nelia during Blacksmith's New Clothes | "Oooh, it's pretty," Ryn says with a soft sigh, running her fingers against the linen. "It's not too different from the clothes I'd 'borrow' when I snuck down into the town — simple enough that I wouldn't draw undue attention when in the streets, but fine enough that I wouldn't get into certain kinds of trouble." "Thank you." Nelia dips her head. "You're certainly a nice girl with good discernment." "And you're certainly an excellent seamstress." "Shucks, now you're making a mother like me blush. Come on, then, let me show you something else that'll take your breath away." She turns back towards the racks and returns with two more pieces, setting them on the counter before you. "Now these are some mighty fine girls, I'd say!" |
The Observer |
| Frostwood | Etheryn | The Champion | A Specific Tile in Frostwood | "Prime winterstem country," Etheryn muses as you pass along the trail. "Alissa would send servants out to this stand of the woods to gather as much as they could for her parties. It didn't occur to her the more they picked, the less there'd be the next time... it got so bad that they had to hunt right on the edge of the wetlands for it." | The Observer |
| "Some of the druids used to uh, bury their dead here," Etheryn points out, stepping from one root to the next. "They'd throw the bodies into the mud pits and let them be taken by the earth. Not surprising, considering their beliefs." | |||||
| Etheryn shudders at the sight. What's wrong? "Mining was the most thankless job in the distant past; this was where we sent the most heinous criminals who wouldn't take the cup of the queen's mercy, or didn't deserve it. Many died buried under rubble, suffocated by toxic vapour, or slain by strange creatures under the earth... amongst other things, precious crystals were unearthed from this mine on my great-great-grandmother's orders, about a thousand years ago. To this day, nobody knows what they were used for, not even the royal family. "One... one of the few memories I still have of my father before he died in that hunt was him bringing me here and telling me that I shouldn't pry into the old queen's affairs too deeply, for my own safety. It nearly cost my mother her life... not that it mattered in the end, did it?" You give Ryn a pat on the back and mumble several reassuring words. Looks like it's no longer in operation, though. A nod. "During my grandmother's reign a little before the Godswar, she ordered the mines closed. Sifting the waterways coming into the Great Lakes for ore washed out of the glacial mountains was a more efficient and humane way of meeting the Winter City's needs. She was very proud of her achievement in developing the tools and techniques involved, Father told me." | |||||
| "This... is what remains of the royal arbor, Champion. The razorcups have long since been choked out since my grandmother's time, as were most other delicate plants... but the blood iris thrives. Mother's reign was peaceful, and she had no reason to offer the cup to anyone; she decommissioned the arbor before Alissa and I were born. Alissa... prefers to do other things to those who cross her, rather than offer them an easy death." | |||||
| "It's a fairly recent logging site," Ryn explains when she notices you examining one of the pines. "Cut, replant, then sometimes they burn the underbrush, too." They burn the underbrush? Ryn nods. "Some species of pines won't sprout unless there's been a fire to sear their cones and heat the soil. You'd imagine otherwise given the cold, but forest fires aren't exactly uncommon in these woods. All it takes is a stray lightning strike and the dry air does the rest. That's why we have to cut sometimes, prevent them from getting out of control." You look at the ancient pine, mull over Ryn's words, then remember what "recent" must mean when one considers how the boar'alvar reckon time. | |||||
| "Old druidic defenses for their enclaves," Ryn points out as she hacks a way through the thorns for you. "We don't know how many followers of the Old Wyld are still hiding out in the woods, but their abandoned encampments and abodes have been constant sources of trouble for the last couple of centuries. When they move on and leave the defenses to their own devices, they have a habit of spreading out of control. Of course, that suits the old druidic circles just fine, but it's another matter for us." | |||||
| "The Winter City draws much of its water from these glacial lakes," Ryn mentions as you pass by. "It's clean, and comes at a temperature that's much suited to our purposes." | |||||
| Ways Between | Etheryn | The Champion | Travelling to the Ways Between for the first time | "Champion!" Etheryn squeals, tumbling out of the nearby shadows. "This place is scary! Let's leave — right now!" | Savin |
| Lock | Etheryn | The Champion | Selecting the Lock option without the Rampart Key during Shades of the Past | Remembering Etheryn beside you, you ask the elf if anything can be done about the lock. She steps up, pokes and prods at it for a minute or so, then shakes her head. "I don't know what to make of this." Whatever does she mean, 'she doesn't know what to make of this'? Didn't spend twenty years straight trying to pick the lock on her cage? "This thing's centuries old, and it looks like it's of minotaur make. Even if it weren't, I'd need to examine it in more detail. Give me, say, a day, and I might be able to see what I can do about it." A day? You don't have that long when ghosts are literally coming out of the walls at you! Etheryn folds her arms. "Then I guess we'll have to find the key." |
The Observer |
| Free Kiyoko | Etheryn | The Champion | / | Completely caught off surprise, Ryn comes tumbling head over heels onto the grass, clearly disoriented by the sudden change of scenery. Your elf friend rubs her head, blinking as she adjusts to her new surroundings, then fixes her gaze on you. "Oh! Champion! When someone grabbed me from behind, I was worried — no, that was silly. Alissa... of course. Nothing's wrong." A miniature panic attack? "You could say that, I suppose, but everything's all right now. Where are we, though?" |
The Observer |
| Miko Religion |
Etheryn | Miko | / | "As well as it should be," Etheryn says with a scowl. "You're squatting on our lands, after all. That the Old Wyld would never accept you is only to be expected." "Yer lands, th' elf says," Miko replies, turning the full force of her beautiful gaze on Ryn, only to be matched by the elf's own furious one. "Now, I weren't there, but Granny were, an' she says ya lot decided to withdraw to yer glitzy ice city an' leave this neck o' th' woods. No one forced ya to write it off like ya did. Ain't able to walk in th' trees without trippin' over some ruin or th' other o' yer people." "The devastation was too great. We intended to gather the remaining people in the safety of the Winter City and expand southward again once things settled down. Then the plan got changed around halfway through Grandmother's reign, and we went northward instead..." "'Cause ya needed someplace to put th' druids who went into exile, yeah. Face it, elf. These ain't yer lands no more in name, an' once th' kami realise ya abandoned 'em f'r worship o' Lumia an' come over to us, it ain't gonna be yours in truth, either." "You're colonising our ancestral lands! The Boar'Alvar once ranged all the way from — " "Granny didn't hear nowt from yer kind when she was a gal, when Belhar came over in their fancy ships an' ballistae an' wizards, tellin' us to open up th' country to their empire or else we gets it. Ya ain't got a foot to stand on if'n yer complainin' 'bout us payin' ya back, and far more peacefully to boot." |
The Observer |
| Gift Back Cooked Meal |
Etheryn | The Champion Kinu |
Kinu Young Inari Random chance (versus other Gift Back scenes) During 7:00 to 11:59 35% chance for Gift Back to occur |
Ryn looks at the foreign spread laid out in front of her and sighs. "When my father was still alive, Alissa loved having all kinds of feasts. Even when she became queen after my dad died as king dowager, she tried to hold them as much as she could. I... I was allowed to attend, after a fashion, but I never quite felt at home in the drunken gorging and winterstem smoke that would fill the hall. Champion... you don't mind if I stay, do you?" Ryn has been silent throughout the whole meal, eyes turned downward towards her food. She doesn't say anything, but gives Kinu a grateful nod when the latter moves to refill her soup bowl. There's a lot going up in Ryn's head, you'd imagine, and she'll probably talk about it when the time's right. No point trying to force it out of her now. |
The Observer |
| Combat Victory | Etheryn | The Champion | Combat Victory against Warden Azami during Den of Foxes | "I kind of feel sorry for them," Ryn says as she steps over a whimpering Yuzu, the blonde kitsune lying face-down on the floor. "It'd have been nice if they'd been willing to stand aside and let us pass, but... I understand where they're coming from." You understand, too, but it doesn't make the situation any more palatable. Perhaps... perhaps when you return, you'll be able to even the score with these four. |
The Observer |
| Parley | Etheryn | The Champion | Reaching Komari with the Amulet of Union or Amulet of Transference | "There were always stories about this part of the woods, mostly from the few druids of the Old Wyld who remained in touch with the Winter City," Etheryn muses as you depart. "Strange blue flames leading those on patrol astray, laughter in the trees, that sort of thing. Alissa always dismissed such talk as nonsense — for a full-fledged warrioress of the boer'alvar to be taken in by the glamours of fox-eared midgets, even the notion was preposterous. It didn't change the fact that for so many years, there was no end of women willing to volunteer for duty in this neck of the woods." Sounds like her sister really should have been open to more possibilities instead of dismissing them outright. Now that Ryn's seen a lot more of the world outside of the Winter City, you're sure her perspective on things has changed. "One of my tutors mentioned that reality often was allowed to be more bizarre than fiction, because fiction had to be believable while reality did not. I didn't understand it at the time, but I'm beginning to understand what he meant by it." |
The Observer |
| Combat Victory | / | / | Combat Victory against Prince Nyze during Land of Milky Honey | Etheryn's face burns bright crimson and she averts her gaze from the unfolding orgy. | BubbleLord |
| Garth The Frostwood |
/ | / | Has Etheryn in the party | Well, hopefully Etheryn's presence will ameliorate the issue... | Savin |
| Village Fuck Vari |
Berwyn | The Champion | Has Etheryn only | Etheryn squeaks as she disappears under a wave of fur, Vari taking you to her tribal home for (fucked Vari before: another fucking of a lifetime| the fucking of her lifetime — not that she knows it yet). | Wsan |
| Elven Arbor | Etheryn | The Champion | While exploring Frostwood | "The Boar'Alvar have been trying to cultivate winterstem for centuries," Ryn remarks with a rare smile as you busy yourself with picking. "That, amongst other useful herbs you see now. The efforts have had... mixed results. As you can see, it's a plant that by far prefers to grow wild rather than in captivity. We don't exactly know why, but we think it's got something to do the pines in the Frostwood and how they fix the soil with their roots." | The Observer |
| "It was before my time or even Grandmother's, but it was something of a fad for our nobility to play peasant, as they called it," Ryn remarks as she sits on a low wall and watches you work. "Those highborn who were simply too caught up in luxury and ennui — third and fourth sons and daughters who simply weren't involved in court at all — would dress down and play at farming, knowing full well that if things got too hard, they could quit any moment and return to their lives of comfort. That... well, people put a stop to that pretty quickly, in about three hundred years or so. It wasn't the best of times for anyone." | |||||
| Tangle Vines | "Where barriers and walls were needed in these parts, we'd use tanglevine to form natural walls to surround our homes with. The druids would shape them as we needed..." Ryn muses as she helps you clear the path forward. "Though now that they've fallen out of favour, the hedges have long since gone feral, to put it lightly. It's a pity." | ||||
| Canopy of Thorns | Etheryn | The Champion | Reaching Frostwood but not talking with Lady Evergreen | "That... wasn't here when I came down," Etheryn mumbles, walking up and examining the vines. "I wonder..." | Savin |
| Frostwood | Etheryn | The Champion | Reaching a specific Tile in Frostwood | "T-this is... the Temple of Terrestrial Fire," Etheryn breathes. "Even before the bridge fell, most boreal elves had forgotten about this place. Our, my, ancestors thought the earthfire would keep the frost from consuming our hearts. It didn't." | Savin |
| Frostwood | Etheryn | The Champion | Reaching a specific Tile in Frostwood Has Cait in the party |
"Strange markings on those pillars," Cait murmurs to herself. She fishes through her bag until she finds a scrap of parchment and charcoal, and sets about taking rubbings of one. "Dad would love to see this. He thinks the druidic faiths of the elves are so fascinating..." "H-hey, you could just... just ask me..." Ryn whines, ears drooping as the catgirl trots past her towards more interesting scholarship. |
Savin |
| Ruined Shrine Search |
Etheryn | The Champion | / | "Not bad," Etheryn mutters to herself, giving the bow's body an experimental flex. "It's definitely not from these parts, which wouldn't be surprising considering whose shrine we're standing in right now. Appears to be made for a very specific purpose, though." She hands it back to you. And that would be? "Bringing down animals." Hm. That could come in handy, assuming you know what you're likely to face. |
The Observer |
| Examine | Etheryn | The Champion | Examine the Overhang during Getting Into The Closet | You turn to Ryn. Any ideas? This would be a good point from which to rain arrows down upon them, you think... Ryn studies the situation below you a little and eventually shakes her head. "That won't work. They'll just hide under the inclined palisades and return fire while they send some of their number up to trap us here. I've only one pair of hands — it would take far too long. It would work if we had a whole squad of bowmen to pin them down while another advanced upon their position, but as a long group we don't really have a chance at utilising that kind of tactic." All right, not arrows, then. Wonder if any other kind of missile might work... pity there aren't any boulders conveniently lying around that you could drop atop the cultists' heads. |
The Observer |
| Use Cloister Yes |
Etheryn | The Champion | / | "I'd like to join you, if that's all right," Etheryn says, stepping towards the cloister's door. "My sister, demons, my people... there's much I have to pray for. Perhaps an extended show of piety might help us find favour with the gods... and we need all the help we can get." If that's what she wants, she's more than welcome to join you in the cloister. You've already paid the fee, after all. "Thanks." |
The Observer |
| Cloister Yes(Shar) |
The Champion | Etheryn Cait |
Cait is in the party | Well, if you're doing this, you'll need some privacy. Turning to Cait and Ryn, you jerk a thumb towards the open cloister door. Um... you think you'll need a little more oil of oliban for the censer in order to last the three days, but you probably don't want to badger Sanders for more. Would they please be dears and nip out to Ivris' for more while you make this place a little more accommodating? Ryn looks a little puzzled at that. "I'm not sure what you mean, Champion. Everything looks fine to — oof!" Wearing her best cheery smile, Cait elbows Ryn again for good measure, then firmly grabs the elf by the arm and starts dragging her out. "Oh, of course, Champion. It would certainly be a shame if we ran out of essential oils during our meditations and had to go get more. Would certainly spoil the mood." "But — " "A-hem!" Ryn still looks confused as Cait frogmarches her out of sight, shutting the heavy oaken door behind them. Good old Cait, best wingwoman ever. |
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| Cloister Yes(Shar) |
The Champion | Etheryn | Cait is not in the party | Well. If you're going to do it, you'll need a little privacy unless Ryn wants to join in on the fun, and you don't think she wants that. Clapping the pale elf on her shoulder, you ask her if she'd be a dear and see to Harrick. You don't think her hawk companion will be allowed with her in here, and she should make sure he's cared for over the next three days. "Oh! Right!" Ryn brightens, then looks a little sheepish. "Gods, now I'm feeling guilty — I shouldn't have gotten so excited that I forgot all about him." Well, the next few days will be a great chance for her to reflect on and ask forgiveness for her failings. Color rises to Ryn's cheeks. "All right, you've made your point. Give me a moment — I'll set him up on a pew or something and let Sanders know how he should be cared for." With that, Ryn's out the door and gone, leaving you alone with Shar. |
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| Cloister During Meditation |
/ | / | / | Ryn is surprisingly devout over these days. While she didn't strike you as the particularly religious type when you first met her, she did mention that the palace where she lived had a chapel to Lumia, didn't she? You wonder if it could have helped through all those years living under her abusive sister... | The Observer |
| Shar (Cloister) Finger |
Etheryn | The Champion | Cait is not in party | With that, Shar disappears out the door with a swish of her feathery tail, leaving the scent of her arousal heavy in the cloister's air and a sense of bemusement in the general atmosphere. All that remains is to wait for Ryn to return, which she does after a few minutes. "I passed Shar on the way in, she looked quite cheerful," Ryn mentions as she sets down her things. "Being close to the gods is working wonders for her, isn't it?" Yeah... it sure is. |
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| Shar (Cloister) Get Handy |
Etheryn | The Champion | Cait is not in party | With that, Shar heaves open the cloister door, shutting it behind her with a heavy thump. All that's left is the faint smell of cum in the air as you work to clean up the mess as best as you can, and a sense of bemusement in the general atmosphere. Once you're done, all that remains is to wait for Ryn to return, which she does after a few minutes. "I passed Shar on the way in, she looked quite cheerful," Ryn mentions as she sets down her things. "I asked her what was up, and she mentioned she had a lovely time being with you." Yeah... you did enjoy speaking with her. She's learning so many more new things being able to get around Hawkethorne thanks to Sanders. . "I think we should begin. Getting Harrick to understand he'd have free rein of the woods for the next few days was tiring enough — he wanted to come in here with me! It'll take me hours to get settled down and peaceful after that kind of argument." |
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| Combat Defeat | The Champion | Etheryn | Combat Defeat against the Combat Gauntlet when searching for Westbank during Dog Days | Beside you, Etheryn groans and struggles into a sitting position. She looks a little beat up, but otherwise physically unharmed — she's more shaken and unnerved than anything else, especially when she realizes that everyone's now back at the beginning of the trail where you started. "This..." This is some kind of nature magic, is it? "You guess correctly. I wasn't sure before, but..." Etheryn looks a little uncertain for a moment, then steels herself. "Now I'm certain of it. The Old Forest holds much power for those who still follow the old wyld; it's not impossible that a ward of such strength could not just be created, but also maintained. It relies on misdirection rather than force to lead intruders astray; if we keep ourselves together, I'm sure we could breach the ward." That's easier said than done, though. |
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| Meeting Garret for the first time during Dog Days | / | / | / | You glance over at Etheryn, who looks more than a little troubled at Garret's predicament. Her situation with her elder sister might not have been exactly the same, but it's close enough for her to feel just more than a bit of sympathy for Garret in the cage. | |
| Asking Garret about Elf during Dog Days | Etheryn | The Champion | / | You look askance at Etheryn, who gives you a hesitant nod. "It's true. Officially, women are supposed to be respected just that tiny bit more in the Winter City, but reality differs quite harshly from the official truth. I'm living proof of that." All right. Giving the skittish Etheryn a comforting pat on the shoulder, you turn back to Garret and his tale. | |
| Pick Lock on Garret's Cage during Dog Days | Etheryn | The Champion Garret |
/ | Seeing you examine the lock, Etheryn steps up and gives you a small, timid tap on the shoulder. "I can open the lock if you'd like. It shouldn't be too hard." You turn to her and smile. Why, you were just thinking the same thing. You step aside to give Etheryn some space, and she gets to work. Drawing out a slim pouch from her possessions, the elf busies herself with a number of slender and flexible thieves' tools, studying each one in turn while glancing at the lock on the cage. At last, she settles on two of their number, a strip of wire with several protrusions on its tip, and slides both into the lock. "Mind moving back?" Garret shrugs and ambles over to the other side of the cage. "Sure. Don't let me get in your way." Etheryn fiddles with the lock, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. There's a faint scraping noise from within the mechanism; she purses her lips, adds a little oil to the silvered lockpick, then tries again. This time the tumblers shift a little, and she steadily applies more pressure to the thieves' tool, mumbling under her breath. For a moment, you wonder if the tool's going to snap in the lock — it looks so delicate — but at last the tumblers click, and the lock pops open. "All done!" Garret springs to his feet, knocking over his doggy dish and trampling it underfoot in his haste to be out of his prison; the barred door clangs loudly as he throws it open and lets out a heaving sigh. "Ye gods, that was better out than in! And good thing you finished the job quickly, too!" "Oh? Were you in a hurry?" Garret's face turns grim, and he points over Etheryn's shoulder at the hall's entrance doorway. "Yeah. We've got company." | |
| Watch Hethia at the river during Dog Days | Etheryn | The Champion | / | A faint whimper at your side draws your attention, and you half-turn to find Etheryn cringing behind an old, moldy tree stump. Shuffling over to the elf, you give her a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and she calms down a little. "Sorry. I don't know what came over me. Or I do, but..." So long as she doesn't give the lot of you away... "I-I just..." Etheryn takes a deep breath, and clenches her fists so hard her knuckles whiten. "Right. She reminded me of Alissa. Not that much, but enough to trigger old... um, reflexes." You understand. It may be that you'll have to face the druidess in combat — if it does come to that, will she be able to rally herself? "Do I have a choice?" No. "Then I must." Etheryn doesn't sound too convinced of her own words, but it's probably counterproductive to bruise her ego right now. "That's a whitewood bow," Etheryn notes. "Impressive." You can tell the quality of its make, you suppose, but is there anything special about it? It's rare, you take it? "The only other one I've seen belonged to my mother. It was a gift from the druids of the Old Wyld to my great-grandmother, back before the Godswar. Most others have been lost or otherwise gone missing..." Not a big surprise that a druidess would have it, then. Where are the bowstring and arrows? "It produces them on its own. You'll see if it ever gets turned on us." She doesn't relish the prospect, does she? "No." You give Etheryn another pat on the shoulder, but she doesn't look very reassured. | |
| Combat Victory | Etheryn | The Champion | Combat Victory against Hethia and her warg during Dog Days | "Are you sure we should be taking this, Champion? It seems... wrong to rob a whitewood bow from its owner." Is there some kind of "only the rightful wielder can use this weapon" clause attached to it or something? "Well, no..." Then what's the problem? Sure it's got plenty of cultural significance, but it's clear the druidess was abusing it to terrorize Westbank. That's a pretty good argument for confiscating it, yes? Etheryn still doesn't look too happy about the prospect, but doesn't voice any more objections. That suits you just fine. | |
| Sanders Westbank | Etheryn | Brother Sanders | Bringing Brother Sanders to parley with Hethia during Dog Days | "I-I'm not completely sure about that," Etheryn says, most uncharacteristically butting into your conversation. "Pardon me, but it may make things worse..." Sanders raises an eyebrow. "How so, child?" "You serve the Living Gods; Velun to be precise. This druidess almost certainly serves the Old Wyld. When the Royal Family converted to worship of the Living Gods after the Godswar, most of pale elf society followed in their stead — the few who still remained faithful to the Old Wyld and the symbol of the Wyld Tree left the Winter City of their own accord... "Needless to say, there was, and still is, resentment from those who still practice the old faith." Sanders nods. "I'll have to keep that in mind, child, but it won't prevent me from trying." "If you're so determined..." Etheryn looks like she has more to say, but can't work up the nerve to voice it. | |
| Talking to Garth about Troubles prior to Dog Days | Garth | The Champion | Has at least met Etheryn | who's sitting at one of the nearby tables). She quickly looks away, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Garth nods. "Pretty much, I'd say. Now, the lads at Westbank aren't idiots — they don't do dumb shit like clear-cutting the Old Forest. At the very least, it makes sense for them to make sure they have a job tomorrow. They try to take the old trees, the thickest clusters, thin the place out a bit so when the forest fires come in the summer they're not as terrible as they could have been. Old man Sanders follows Velun, so he comes and does an inspection every other season, makes some suggestions as to treating the forest right, gives the camp his blessing. The pale elf lady, though, she didn't recognize the Living Gods." "That's... that sounds right," Etheryn pipes up(Ryn not in party: from her table). She's clearly hesitant, but takes a moment to summon up the courage to speak. "When the royal family officially converted after the Godsway, my grandmother made worship of Lumia and the other Living Gods our state religion. Some people... well, there was a break between most of us, and the handful who still held faith in the animistic practices of the old wyld. In protest, they packed up and left the Winter City, turning their backs on those they considered apostates." So, this lady who came complaining to the camp was probably one of their number? Etheryn shifts uncomfortably, turning her gaze away. "That's likely to be the case. They're rather hard-line about their worship of the old wyld — they'd have to be, to throw away everything for their faith, and I can't imagine they've grown more lax over the last couple of centuries in self-exile. Appealing to them in Velun's name isn't going to do much for anyone's case — just the opposite, in fact." | |
| Entering the Kervus Warcamp | Etheryn | The Champion | Entering the Warcamp during Right of Conquest Kiyoko is not in party |
"I've got a bad feeling about this," Ryn sighs, holding her bow close. "Let's make this quick, huh?" | Savin |
| Entering the Shaman Tent | Etheryn | The Champion | Entering Hretha's tent during Right of Conquest | "Eep!" Ryn gasps, recoiling from the skin. You quickly assure her it's just a rug. Nothing to be frightened of... until she says that's not what she's looking at. | |
| Slave Pens | Etheryn | / | Slaves have not been freed during Right of Conquest | Ryn chews on a lip, looking among the slaves. "I thought I had it bad..." | |
| Using Blood Iris on the Orc Lodge during Right of Conquest | Etheryn | / | Requires 1x Blood Iris | Ryn eyes you morosely as you lift the vial to the casks. "Oh. Blood Iris." You eye her up and down. "You're familiar with it?" "You could say that." Given Ryn's tone of voice, you're not inclined to press any further, but she continues of her own accord. "I never saw it for myself, but Grandmother was said to favour it as a method of execution. The remaining druids who held onto their faith after she declared the Seven as the pale elves' new religion, yet wouldn't exile themselves... according to the stories, they had one last night of devout merriment and then committed suicide by imbibing blood iris. "My sister favoured my grandmother's methods, at least in that regard — and those I saw enough of. A merciful, painless death, Alissa called it, and much less messy than calling for the headsman." Well, you don't intend on killing the orcs, only taking them out of commission for long enough that Arona doesn't meet with any unexpected surprises. Ryn looks askance, but nods. Ryn just sits quietly on the cart, arms folded, slowly shaking her head as an all-too-familiar scene plays out once more. Several of the orc warriors try to vomit, to purge themselves of the poison they suspect they've ingested, but it's far too late for them at this point. Something long-absent in the faces of the lodge slaves glimmers once more in their gazes, hope — and it's a brave, mangy-looking catfolk who grabs a mace off an unconscious warrior and finishes the job the poison started. There's not a moment to lose. Armed with a surfeit of some of the finest weapons to be had in the orc camp, the slaves push past you on their way out, making a beeline for the pens, clearly intent on acquiring reinforcements for themselves. Ryn sighs, clearly upset by all this. "Looks like it's over." |
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| Combat Victory | Etheryn | The Champion | Combat Victory against the entire Orc Lodge during Right of Conquest | Trembling a little, Etheryn sinks back into the corner, heaving and gasping for breath. It's less a physical debilitation than it is a mental one as she looks back and forth across the entire spread of unconscious orcs, a sea of fur-clad green that was until recently, considerably mean. "I... oh. Wow." You come up and give her a pat on the head. "Hard to believe, isn't it?" "I mean... I... give me a moment, please. I just need to convince myself of what we just did." "Take as long as you need — within reason, of course. These orcs aren't going to be getting up anytime soon." | |
| Gossip | Lusamine | The Champion | / | "Back home, there's another type of elf! Honest to the gods, I'm not pulling your leg! They have black and grey skin like soot! One of them is actually really famous! Cossus the Conqueror! Rumor has it that he trained beneath Commander Leofric for ten years and actually was the one who told the lieutenant to try using a spear full-time! Those elves are kinda weird though — they don't have wyld marks like us. (If Etheryn is recruited: Kinda like that friend of yours, actually... just a different color and spotted all over. Not to mention they're actually a bit more masculine on average... but that might just be your friend, right?"|"There's supposedly some elves pretty similar to them here but different colors? I doubt they're nearly as cool as the ones back home!") | BubbleLord |
| Gossip Response | Etheryn | Lusamine | Etheryn Confidence >= 30 and recruited Etheryn | (For First time response: Etheryn stands up and stares with starry eyes. "Y-You mean there are elves like that? They sound cool! I-Is there one of them with you?" "Nope," Lusamine spouts, sighing and looking up toward the ceiling. "I wish though — especially Cossus! Most of those elves got really ambitious thanks to Cossus, so they're really tough and try to be fighters! He looks so tough, tougher than most of the wyld elf men I've met, even. They practically radiate masculinity compared to either of our kind, really." Etheryn seems a bit baffled at the mention of masculinity — perhaps uncertain if Lusamine somehow detects her dick — but you remind her that there's still cool news to focus on: there are other elves. She brightens up and smiles, nodding with renewed energy. "You're right! I-I'd really like to meet them, r-regardless! If they're as tough as Lusamine implies, th-they'd make good allies!" Etheryn blushes, rubbing her thighs together. "D-Do you think they'd... l-like someone like me?" The pale elf is actually thinking of what these other elves would think? "Y-Yeah! I mean... they'd be good allies b-but what if they had a prince or princess too? I bet they're a lot nicer if Lusamine knows them." Your wyld elf gossip-junkie leans in close, shielding Etheryn from the pair of you to whisper and securely as possible. "Cossus earned his nickname because he was one of the few mercenaries who rose up against all the orcs invading us — even Leofric said he'd hate to cross him. The only reason your friend there would see them is if Tronarii was invading... but um... don't tell her that." You won't — it's hard enough to find something (If Dark Knight:.the little bitch|Etheryn) can enjoy as is. But you can't help sharing in the sentiment of wanting to meet one. | |
| Stay | Etheryn | The Champion | First Visit to Lady Evergreen | Evergreen smiles, a mischievous glint in her ruby-red eyes. "Wouldn't it just! Well, what shall we talk about, hmm? Some of my services must interest you already, for surely you wouldn't just want to spend time talking to an old woman like me, would you?" "Old?" Etheryn whispers, glancing from the witch to you. "Very old..." |
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Combat
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Etheryn's Main Attributes are: |
| Stats | Level 3 | Level 4 | Level 5 |
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| Health | 170 | 200 | 230 |
| Attack Power | 15 | 18 | 21 |
| Spellpower | 32 | 41 | 50 |
| Sexiness | 5 | 6 | 7 |
| Temptation | 5 | 6 | 7 |
| Armor | 60 | 61 | 62 |
| Physical Resist | 16 | 17 | 26 |
| Warding | 63 | 66 | 69 |
| Magic Resist | 23 | 26 | 29 |
| Focus | 9 | 12 | 15 |
| Mental Resist | 15 | 15 | 15 |
| Evasion | 40 | 43 | 46 |
| Tease Resist | -25 | -25 | -25 |
| Pheromone Resist | -25 | -25 | -25 |
- Chastity
- Twist The Knife
- Ranger's Quarry
- Escape Artist (Level 5)
- Small Cocks
- Average Cocks
- Small Asses
- All Breasts
- Big Asses
- Big Cocks
Powers
Harrick
Harrick is called into battle by Etheryn's Summon Falcon power and his power and stats are based on Etheryn's level
Combat StatsHarrick has the Beast Taxonomy such that his
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The first time the Champion will be able to sex Etheryn is when she confesses her situation to the Champion and she becomes too horny to do anything:
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Dreams
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Quest Related
Royal Amnesty
Etheryn is intent on getting to Castle Hawkethorne and she'll need the help of the Champion
Dog Days
Etheryn is capable of parleying with Hethia to let the missing loggers and Garret leave peacefully
Specter of the Wyld
Etheryn, Hethia, and Elthara require the Champion's aid to settle the ghosts in the Ice Palace's crypt
Gallery
Offical Art
Other Busts by DCLzexon
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Etheryn with Bigger Boobs
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Nude Etheryn
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Nude Etheryn with Bigger Boobs
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Nude Etheryn with Thiccer Hips and Ass
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Thiccer and Busty Nude Etheryn
Fan Art
Fan Art by bk!
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Etheryn, ready to face her sister