Your party's wizard is Eliora, a pretty, sharp featured, white haired elf, dressed elegantly but functionally as she sits, perched primly on a mossy log. She looks up from her spellbook and smiles, adjusting her glasses."Whoo! Take it off!" Your party barbarian-fighter, Kevan, a red haired young man with a strapping set of muscles, doesn't even roll his eyes, he's quite used to this sort of thing by now, travelling with an otherwise all-female adventuring party. He just finishes removing his jacket, leaving his biceps sluttily exposed by his sleeveless top."When will this harassment end?" He fake-complains as he cricks his neck. He looks at you and gestures ahead with a jerk of his head."You going to help me or-?"The thing he's gesturing to is the old, semi-rotten wooden gate to the dungeon your party was looking for. Eliora deduced its location, your wood elf ranger Vera lead you through the woods for days in search of it, and is currently setting up a good campsite for your retainers.As for you.>What class are you?>What race are you?>What Is your background?>What is your name?>And will you help him? Or let the eye candy earn his room and board?
>>6407368Oh, also you're all level 5, if you'd REALLY like to and I get at least 3 votes for it you specifically can start at level 7, but the party is level 5. So take that into consideration with class choices.
>>6407368Does the MC need to be male?
>>6407393Female actually, I mentioned in the first post that Kevan is the only guy in the party. I wanted a change from the 'male mc surrounded by girls' thing.
>>6407368>What class are you?Barbarian>What race are you?Human>What Is your background?A nudist savage from distant lands>What is your name?Aleva>And will you help him? Or let the eye candy earn his room and board?Help him
>>6407368>ClassBard>RaceYuan-Ti>BackgroundYou met the gang during a... minor dispute at a tavern. They got you out of paying your tab and getting beaten up. Now you try to keep each other out of trouble>NameMuni>Help
>>6407368>What class are you?Barbarian >What race are you?Human>What Is your background?A nudist savage from distant lands but she doesn't want to be seen naked by men.>What is your name?Aleva>And will you help him? Or let the eye candy earn his room and board?Yes, help him.Aleva is actually the gayest girl in the world. She wants to cuck Chad of his harem but he's too much of a Chad.
>>6407398+1
>>6407398>>6407410>>6407451Aleva the nudist savage barbarian it is! Pick a hair and skin color and we'll get started. (E.g. blonde girl with fair skin, redhead with brown skin etc.).
>>6407459How about this?
>>6407459Or alternatively
>>6407459Blonde girl with fair skin and long hair, blue eyes. An athletic girl but not overly muscular, she's a young barbarian.
>>6407462You're definitely about to be banned but for those who come after: the picture is of a beautiful naked spear wielding Mediterranean girl with light brown/tan skin, brown hair, a gold/bronze tiara and matching armlets.>>6407463I'll pass on this one cause it looks more chaotic evil, doesn't fit an adventurer well.Regardless, appreciate the contribution and the ballsiness, enjoy your holiday and I hope you follow the quest during.
>What class are you?Medic.>What race are you?Halfling.>What Is your background?Your grandfather asked you to look for his enchanted underpants if he can be believed they seen all four corners of the earth and saved his life more than once and were a casus beli for at least two wars. You aren't rambling are you?!>What is your name?Valentine >And will you help him? Or let the eye candy earn his room and board?Help him. Fail in hilarious way.Try again but add more sincerity this time. Just like grandpa taught you.
>>6407469Side character accepted but sadly we're locked in as a barbarian at present.
Also nudist or no, your girl DOES own clothes for walking around towns and whatnot. So character art with clothing is acceptable.
>>6407473But the clothes are revealing, right? She's a barbarian.>>6407469Etriam!
>>6407474For a normal barbarian I'd say yes, but for a nudist she's only wearing clothes to protect herself or avoid offending people, in the case of the former she wouldn't bother wearing something skimpy, and in the latter case she might err on the side of caution. So she can be justified in wearing whatever you want in any suggested art.
>>6407462>>6407465These are the two options in consideration right now. Any votes/other ideas?
>>6407462Supporting
>>6407466Still not banned>>6407479Maybe this for casual? It's skimpy but practical
>>6407465I'll post an image for this anon's proposal too
>>6407462+1
>>6407636Physically is perfect but clothes wise I was imagining something more like Lana Clarkson on Barbarian Queen. Her skimpiest outfit of course.
Okay first to three votes wins:>1: >>6407462>2: >>6407465Either way you own both of the suggested outfits above. Both the bikini and the transparent 'dress.'
>>6407795Wait I'm an idiot the brown girl already got three votes. Brown girl it is! Potentially with blonde hair as a compromise. Either way. Writan.
>>6407368You stride forward, shield at your back, and spear resting over one shoulder. You wear a tiara, armlets around your biceps, bracelets around your wrists, earrings, a hair tie, anklets and sandals. You avoid wearing clothes wherever you can, and haven't worn a thing all day. "If I must." You say, stretching to limber up, before grabbing the edge of one of the huge doors, gripping as best you can and pulling, as Kevan does the same. The doors scrape open with surprising ease, and a moment later you realize why: these doors are still used, likely by the group of five orcs in the tunnel beyond, looking at the pair of you in shock, and at you in particular with lustful glee. One of the orcs points at Kevan and snaps an order, two of the orcs rush him while the other two go at you with a length of rope and a sack.>Your stats:>Str: 16>Dex: 16>Con: 15>Int: 10>Wis 10>Cha: 15>AC: 15>Feats: Polearm Master, Piercer [+1Dex]>Roll initiative! 1d20+6>(Just threw together a basic build for her, I can make changes if there's anything you guys really hate. Also I'm thinking of just making her a Berserker barbarian for simplicity sake, but with Frenzy not costing exhaustion)
>>6407808Fine by me stat wise, I'd let the hair black though.
Rolled 5, 18, 13, 5 = 41 (4d20)>>6407808Actually I'll do it for you guys, it's literally one dice. Rollan initiative for Aleva, Eliora, Kevan and the orcs, in that order.
Rolled 2, 5, 6 = 13 (3d6)>>6407838Eliora sits up, brushing any moss off her backside as she cricks her neck and casts magic missile. Three glowing bolts fly past you and Kevan and strike the orc leader, leaving him injured.Kevan runs past you, drawing his greataxe, "If I ruin this shirt-!" he mutters, evidently wishing he'd left his jacket on. He yells as he swings his greataxe in an arc-
Rolled 6 (1d20)>>6407840Kevan's attack.
Rolled 4 (1d8)>>6407841Rolling superiority dice for Precision Attack.
Rolled 12 (1d12)>>6407844>Hit!Rollan damage-
Rolled 14 (1d20)>>6407845Kevan's axe blade disembowels the first orc, he carries the momentum through, muscles bulging, axe swinging around his head to strike at the next orc as the first falls back in a spray of blood.>Action Surge! Rolling again.
Rolled 7 (1d12)>>6407848>Hit! Rolling damage.
Rolled 1 (1d20)>>6407849Kevan's axe strikes the orc hard, spraying blood as he yanks it back. The orc howls in agony and swings its own axe at him.
Rolled 16 (1d20)>>6407852Which misses entirely! Kevan swings a riposte and-
>>6407854No need for a damage roll. The second orc dies silently. But I'm ahead of myself! As you have higher Dex you technically should have gone before that orc. Ah well, at least now you don't have to factor it in. Three orcs remain, two are rushing you with foul intent, though may perhaps be reconsidering that after seeing two of their fellow orcs slain. You have your spear in hand, and can make two attacks per turn. Your available targets are the two orcs in front of you, their wounded leader twenty feet behind them (you'd trigger two opportunity attacks if you tried to get past these orcs, but you CAN throw your spear.) Though the orcs technically shouldn't have moved yet, I'll allow you to spend your reaction on the opportunity attack from polearm master, since I let that one attack Kevan, allowing you to make one attack against either orc in range. The question is:>Who do you attack first? Roll 1d20+6, and don't forget you can spend your bonus action beforehand to gain barbarian rage, switch to shield and spear, or save it to make a pommel strike with polearm master. You are wielding a +1 spear two handed, so your damage is 1d8+4, or 1d6+4 if you throw it or switch to shield and spear.
Rolled 12 + 6 (1d20 + 6)>>6407861Attack one of the two orcs coming for her.
>>6407877>Hit!Roll 1d8+4 for damage, then roll your next attack. (Not gonna wait around for multiple votes per attack for a scene like this, it's low stakes, the options aren't that different).
Rolled 2 + 4 (1d8 + 4)>>6407881
Rolled 5 + 6 (1d20 + 6)>>6407881
>>6407976>>6408007You strike, both hands driving your spear up and into the sack-carrying orc, he bellows, but your second blow is turned aside as he draws a hatchet, apparently no longer seeing you as easy prey. >make one more attack, 1d20+6, if your roll beats 13, roll 1d8+4
Rolled 20 + 6 (1d20 + 6)>>6408290
Rolled 8 + 4 (1d8 + 4)>>6408339
Rolled 5 (1d8)>>6408344Tsk tsk anon! You rolled a 20, so you get to roll two damage dice. However, you also have the Piercer feat, so when you roll a critical hit with a piercing weapon you can roll another damage dice. tldr: roll 2d8 more. This orc is screwed.
>>6408392Wait fuck I rolled one, ugh, sorry, head's all over the place. Still, 5 is a good roll. So roll one more.
>>6408395Aaand ignore that too. Fuck man. I've got to lock in. The 5 I rolled plus the other 12 is enough to kill an orc. Just roll 1d20+7 for the bonus action pommel strike. Also adding to my list of fuckups, since you have a +1 spear all your attacks are supposed to be 20+7. I'm going to make some tea so I can concentrate.
Rolled 5 + 7 (1d20 + 7)>>6408398
Rolled 15 (1d20)>>6408438Your spear flawlessly drives through the orcs chest, emerging from his back, coming free as he falls dead and you step back, only to spin your spear pommel at the head of the second orc, it misses, you mistimed your blow. He's learned his lesson from his dead friend and attacks you with a greataxe instead of trying to restrain you.
Rolled 12 (1d12)>>6408485Damage
Rolled 5, 2, 1 = 8 (3d6)>>6408487>HP: 35/50The axe leaves a shallow but painful slash across your ribs, you're lucky. The orc isn't. Eliora casts magic missile a second time-
Rolled 13 (1d20)>>6408491-slaying the orc leader, as Kevan steps between you and your orc, swinging his own axe-
Rolled 7 (1d12)>>6408493Kevan pops Barbarian rage for+2 damage using his bonus action. Rolling damage.
>>6408494His axe slams into the orcs ribs, spraying them both with blood. The orc yells in pain."LET'S SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT!" Kevan roars.>roll 1d20+7, the last orc is on its last legs!
Rolled 11 + 7 (1d20 + 7)>>6408496
Rolled 3 + 4 (1d8 + 4)>>6408498Now that the Orcs are dead, ask Kevan to personally "treat" our injury
>>6408499"Treat?"
>>6408499I second any vote for Kevan to get some bouncy brown barbarian booty, if that's what you're saying, he's a Chad.
>>6408499Is this:>>6408655What you meant?
>>6408857Certainly. Start with asking for a healing and escalate from there.
>>6408862Then I third your vote. Personally my reason is because he was a boss in this last fight and seems very chill despite being hit on by an elf with a hot naked barbarian nearby. He earned the cheeks.
Only question is if our girl's a virgin or not.
>>6408499>>6408655>>6408863>3 votesKevan bouta bang the drums and plunder the booty.
>>6408499You finish the orc with a final thrust, and it dies like the others, you and Kevan relax, he breathes deeply, panting, you drop your spear and gasp, leaning on his shoulder as your other hand grabs at your injury. While it is painful, you've had worse."Ah~! It HURTS Kevan, you pant, mouth open slightly as you lick your lips, your slightly sweaty breasts, each brown, firm, and too large to fit in your hand, shift freely as your chest rises and falls dramatically.Eliora exhales through her nose behind you, finding the show amusing apparently."I need healing, could you see to it Kevan? Please? You're good with your hands aren't you? The other girls all say so... and so did the girls at the inn. And the inn before that..."You're not sure if he'll assume you're naive and ignorant of what those girls meant, or catch on that you're trying to get railed by a handsome, muscular adventurer who just defended you in battle.>roll seduction: 2d20+5, (being naked gives you advantage)
Rolled 15, 7 + 5 = 27 (2d20 + 5)>>6408895
>>6408868I leave that up to the players, but if she is->>6408900She won't be for long.
Rolled 5, 8 + 5 = 18 (2d20 + 5)>>6408895
>>6408902It doesn't matter
>>6408900Kevan's eyes flick to your injury, then he puts a hand on your lower back, pulling you closer. "That could get infected, you're right. And I need to get out of this shirt."He sighs, pouting. "Right after I took my jacket off too, can't believe I ruined this with orc blood."Suddenly, he smoothly ducks and gets his other arm under your legs, lifting you up in a princess carry, he adjusts his grip on you-"Huh, heavy. Take your shield off. There's a stream nearby, I can clean up and see to your injury there." He walks up to Eliora, who's watching with an amused look."Babe, could give me the healers kit from my bag?"She waves him off. "Yeah yeah." She reaches into his bag of holding and pulls out the supplies, looping the strap around his neck. He kisses her cheek."Thanks Babe! I'll be a while.""Take your time~!" She calls.He whistles as he carries you into the woods.---Soon after, he lies you down next to the stream, resting your back against a tree. "Couldn't even kill an orc without my help, tsk tsk." He says as he steps into the water.You throw a pebble at him, then bite your lip as he pulls his top off, then ducks beneath the water, shaking his hair. Water glistens on his athletic form, he has firm abdominal muscles, visible pectorals, and v lines leading down to his-SPLASH! He pours cold water on your midriff, you squeak, the water washes away dried blood, leaving the wound. Kevan, wearing his trousers and arm wraps, grabs your knees and spreads them, lifting your thighs and spreading them to rest on top of his as he kneels between your legs, your breathing quickens as your ass rests on his lap. He whistles as he puts the healers kit down, then doesn't bother opening it, instead pulling a bottle from his hip pocket.A healing potion, so he never intended to take a long time using bandages and medicine. So- "Come on, drink up." He holds the bottle to your lips.>roll 4d4+4 for healing
Rolled 4, 1, 3, 3 + 4 = 15 (4d4 + 4)>>6408914
>>6408915>35+15=50 out of 50Kevan tilts the bottle for you as you drink, he's always like this, the others joke about his fussing. But he's not always between your legs when he does it.You look down, you're healed! "Kevan, thank you." You're actually touched. "I-"Before you can keep talking he suddenly touches your ribs with his fingertips, when you shudder slightly he holds the base of your throat with one hand. You swallow."Does that hurt?" You shake your head, caught of guard. "N-no- ah!"His hand presses again, lower."Here?""No it-"Lower."Here?""Nnn-!"Just before his fingers can go all the way down they instead go to his trouser buttons, he kisses your beck languidly, his knuckles brush your inner thigh as his hand moves, don't worry, I'll be gentle.">(cont)
Rolled 12, 19 = 31 (2d20)>>6408917>*neckKevin rolls 2d20, adding 7 (18 strength+3 proficiency bonus)
Rolled 4 + 7 (1d20 + 7)>>6408918>he rolls again using his inspiration juuuust in case
>>6408918>19+7>26Writhing, wailing, clutching at his flexing biceps, his rock hard shoulders, pressing in vain at his pumping abs, pleading in whines that turn into screams for mercy that he emphatically and silently refuses to give by merrily and unceasingly plowing away at your exposed bodly like you're the spoils of war, you spend an hour at least bouncing and banging in your travelling companion's arms, you'd be highly surprised if your party can't hear you hundreds of yards away.What happened to gentle?!?!>roll a Constitution saving throw (1d20+5, DC 26, you can only pass on a nat 20, you have Inspiration from getting laid, and can spend it on on a reroll IF you wish, there's only a one in twenty chance of success though. Alternatively you can spend a barbarian rage to gain advantage. You have 3 left for today.)
Rolled 4 + 5 (1d20 + 5)>>6408920
>>6408920What's one barbarian rage going to do?
>>6408923Popping barbarian rage gives advantage, or in this case I'd let it give you a reroll, since the roll is already done.
Rolled 15 + 5 (1d20 + 5)>>6408924Let's spend one for a reroll, if it's still a failure we'll take the L
>>6408925Well, not trying to flatter him too much, but Kevan just gave Aleva the best pipe of her life.>(cont.)
>>6408925He has you on his lap, the ground, in the water, against the tree, held up in the air, you lose track of time, there's just his fingers digging into the flesh of your back, ass, breasts and thighs hard enough to bruise, his hips and hands slamming against your rear, his mouth on yours, your neck, your breasts, your cleavage. You try to give as good as you get but several times you end up blacking out from the intensity for what could be minutes, could be seconds, ending up as a shuddering, twitching pile in his lap, as he lies back against the tree, smiling, playing with your hair with one hand while his other is behind his head. You can feel every edge of his chiselled abs and chest against your body, the heat of his bare torso against your naked body is searing. He sighs, running his hand from your hair down to absent-mindedly squeeze your ass, as he looks up, enjoying the day."You did well Aleva, against those orcs."You let out a whine, he laughs quietly, once your legs stop shaking he pats your ass affectionately."Come on you, in the stream.">You gain 1 level of Exhaustion (disadvantage on ability checks until next long rest)>Kevan is more fond of Aleva
>>6408928A little aftercare massage can't hurt
>>6408931Supporting
>>6408931>>6408936I'll get to this in a minute, if you have any questions or ideas in the meantime let me know. After this next bit the duo will be heading back to the new camp-site unless there's anything else you want them to do.
Actually I'm going to have to dip for a while =_= see you guys in a couple hours
>>6408954Welp.>>6408931>>6408936Minutes later, after washing off in the stream, you're relaxing against Kevan in the water as his hands work your shoulders and neck."Ooohhhh~"Kevan starts rubbing his way down your back, letting you lean back. "You have soft skin for a barbarian." He mentions, very casually for a man with his arms full of naked girl."Are you always this-ah!" The noise you let out as he pinches your butt is involuntary."Do you think you can walk normally?" he asks. >How do you respond?
>>6412907N-not today
>>6412907>No, carry me
>>6413460+1
>>6413460>>6414367Do y'all WANT everyone in camp to know he fucked her?
>>6417853>implying they can't hear our mighty roar
>>6417853>He thinks they don't already know...
>>6417893>>6418065Fair enough. Do you guys headcanon this was the first time she gave up dat ass to resident barbarian boy or has he been jiggling her cheeks on the reg?
>>6418303From he way they were talking it seemed it was the first time
>>6418309And he hit her with the 26 right out of the gate, talk about a good first impression. Also I amend my previous statement. He is in fact a fighter-barbarian according to OP. A battlemaster considering he was using manoeuvres. Odd combo but it seems to be effective so far.
>>6412930>>6413460>>6414367You lean back against him, feeling hard pectoral muscles against your back. Walk? Definitely. You're a barbarian. Walk without your thighs quivering and knees knocking? Definitely not."No, no I don't think so. Carry me.""Bossy." He pinches your butt again, when you turn your head to complain he kisses you, one hand sliding up your midriff to palm your left breast, kneading it slowly in time with the movements of your mouths. You lose track of time, but just before you think he's about to take you again he pinches your nipple. You squeak involuntarily, bastard caught you by surprise."Come on, let's head back." He says.---A few minutes later, Kevan strolls into camp without a care in the world, whistling, his shirt over one shoulder (the one he's resting his axe on), carrying you over the other. The retainers and servants have almost finished setting up camp, as used to your naked beauty as they are, there are more than a few blushes at the sight of your bronzed, naked, very obviously debauched body slung over Kevan's shoulder like a piece of booty plundered from a town by some barbarian pillager. He walks through the camp, responding to Eliora's wolf whistle with a quick smack to your ass, before ducking to lay you down on the furs in your tent, he stands up and stretches."Get some rest. Dinner will be ready soon, we'll head off at first light. I'll cover your watch tonight, least I can do right?"You groan, your back is still stiff. Then you stop."Where's my spear? My shield?"He glances around. "Good question." He kneels and ruffles your hair. "I'll hunt them down. Get some rest." He kisses you, pats your cheek and leaves, whistling.You pout. "You're just leaving me here? Is this how you discard all your conquests?""In your tent to recuperate? Sounds fair to me." He smiles over his shoulder, adjusting his grip on his enormous axe as he holds the tent flap open with his other hand. "Now rest already, I'll see you at dinner."He drops the flap, leaving you in your tent.>(Cont)
>>6418311Level 4 fighter, Battlemaster, level 1 barbarian.
>>6420040Go on.....
