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TDM 006: SPECTRAL SPECTACLE

00. Arrival

This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore.

Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased.

With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the “comfortable” new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. The Dragon's Matchmaking

Welcome to the Island, cherub dragons! The auspicious actions of your fellow Islanders have foreseen the reintroduction of dragons to the world. Unlike the hulking, possessive creatures of ancient lore (and recent hot springs), these well-meaning little critters love to help. Their small size and roly-poly frames make them unsuited to laborious tasks, but they will be the perfect companion to any residents who endeavor to pick up a small item, wish for their lunch to be delivered to an absolute stranger, or need a fire started from a tiny, flaming sneeze in their drafty homes. If a cherub dragon sees an Islander they perceive in need of their assistance, they will zip right in and refuse to scram until they’ve done the job!

No visible struggles? No problem! The little dragons also love to play matchmaker. Persistent dragons will gleefully nudge together Islanders they believe will have chemistry, and sometimes they aren’t wrong! Of course, even if sparks fail to fly, the dragons’ trilling songs are known to kindle romantic feelings between strangers and long-time lovers alike.

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II. Ruins

While the Islanders have been enjoying their autumn relaxation, the ‘bots of Erku have been hard at work clearing the surrounding forests of dangers for their guests’ safe habitation. If you are of deft hand with monster slaying, forestry, or even just hauling debris and weed picking, the robots will gladly exchange credits for help with reconstructing the recently unearthed mountain temple grounds from the rubble that remains there. Just follow the path of gently glowing mushrooms to the site of the temple ruins. Beware of lurking creatures, grabby plants, and falling rocks!

The temple ruins are tall and breathtaking, despite the eerie chill of the fog that lingers just beyond. Or is it the fog that sends a shiver up your spine? After all, this place was very spiritually important to the original inhabitants of the Island, the robots say to anyone curious enough to ask. Although their own programming does not include religious worship, the Augur believes the restoration of this place to be vital to the continued augmentation of Eros energy.

When questioned about the strange shadows that seem to slip from tree to tree, or the unsettling feeling of ghostly hands that seem to nudge volunteers deeper into the grounds, the robots respond with nothing but bafflement. Their sensors detect no unknown organic presence afoot.

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III. Ritual

Islanders who chase those mysterious shadows may find themselves particularly drawn to a structure that lay deeper within the ruins, beyond where the robots have made the most progress. Three sets of crumbling, moss-covered stairs join to form a central platform, which - despite the overcast skies - seems to emit a soft glow. Those who step onto the platform may begin to hear a quiet, compelling voice, which urges them to be free of their inhibitions and to offer their energy to the spirits to be multiplied hundredfold. Visions of naked bodies in the throes of carnal worship dance before the eyes. Those who are especially spiritually sensitive - or perhaps, just lucky - may feel as if possessed by a consciousness that is not their own, and that consciousness is filled with a burning sexual desire.

Leaving the platform is an option if alone, but the intense and overwhelming urge to seek companionship will persist until an Auspicious Act is completed. Those who are fortunate to be joined by company within the temple will feel compelled to worship right then and there, no matter the risk of being seen. Within the walls of the temple, Eros energy is enhanced such that any erotic act - big or small - will be enough to break the spell.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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I'm used to seeing stone dicks thanks to Jester.

[ That should be a weird thing to say but it really isn't. ]

[ Thankfully Molly knows Jester as well, and it brings a wide grin from him to hear that she's made her mark on everyone. Then again, 'used to seeing stone dicks' would be pretty funny in itself. ]

Ah, yes... did you see the ones she drew in the margins of Caleb's book? Absolutely stunning.

[ He winks and then looks around a bit over stony remains of what might have once been buildings. ]

I wonder if this is also part of what they want us to restore with sex magic.

She makes figurines, now. It's ... a thing.

[ He shrugs off the dicks (wow) and takes a look over the temple ruins, wrinkling his nose. ]

We could literally rebuild this place without the whole sex-magic theme. It's made of stone, not magic.

Oh, that's perfect. She better give me some.

[ He'll make a necklace! Or maybe horn decorations! (Both!)

Fjord's comment makes him a bit thoughtful, though. This place could probably be restored with some hard work, but there were these 'robots' everywhere, cleaning up other areas.

What could the sex magic do that they couldn't? ]

Hm. I wonder if there's something only magic can fix. Not that I'm a stone mason, mind you.

Whatever this place needs, I don't think naked people are it. Those stairs are ominous as fuck, [ with a nod to the duel ascents to the dais above, ] don't set foot on them.

[ He glances at the dais and nods. ]

That screams 'sacrifice here' to me.

[ Molly's curious, though, so of course his red eyes follow the stairs thoughtfully, gnawing his lip a bit. Was it some kind of humanoid sacrifice place?

...another press against his back is felt, and he turns quickly. Nothing there, of course. ]

I'm really not liking that the ghosts wants us to go do the thing. Whatever the thing is.

[ He feels a hand on his back nudging him toward the stairs and digs his heels in as a result. ]

The very last thing we should do is get anywhere near that thing. What do you think they want, to watch us have —

... Never mind.

[ Oh, no. Shit. ]

Maybe we should go back down the trail, ah. I don't need to be paid for the hike, this is fine.

[ Molly blinks and then breaks into laughter. ]

Oh, it's not enough to give us suggestions? They want actual sex rituals?

[ He's both amused and disturbed in one, and it's not until he turns to look at Fjord that the tiefling realizes his friends is a lot farther away than he was a moment ago.

Molly's halfway up the stairs already and didn't even notice he was moving. ]

[ He's busy looking back down the trail so he misses the moment Molly slips free from under his arm. Fjord has to double-take the sight of Molly on the steps, skidding into action as he hurries after him. ]

Molly, what the fuck! Get down from there!

I was... this isn't where I was...

[ He looks so confused, and then it hits him all at once. This place was not playing around with the temptations and damn if Mollymauk wasn't already a hedonist addicted to everything fun, he might have passed out.

Faces, bodies, smiles, laughter and a hundred erotic images is just smacked into his brain as hard as a punch from Beau (wrong person to think about, gods no).

Stumbling a bit, Molly looks over at Fjord. His eyes are a bit glazed over, but that's hard to tell on him. ]

Hey... fuck, come here. Please come here darling, I just... I need you. I want you so much, Fjord, please.

[ Better get him off (lol) those stairs, paladin boy. ]

You dumb bastard ...

[ Making it up onto the dais he reaches out to try and herd Molly off it, an arm around his back. He's never been the subject of Molly's affections but he thinks the guy would be a lot less dreamy about it if he were, so it's not difficult to see how badly Molly has been affected. ]

You don't, trust me. You're all headfucky drugged like I was with the aphro snacks, come on ... Down the stairs now.

Come on baby, that's it...

[ He's definitely out of it, even if the overwhelming attraction isn't coming completely out of nowhere. (Everyone in the Mighty Nein is too hot.) It's not exactly how Molly would go about seducing Fjord, though. ]

But I do want you. Not just now, I've always... fuck, you're so gorgeous, I want to suck your cock, I want you to fuck my face.

[ Smiling like a fool, he's less herded and more gravitating towards Fjord in order to touch. At least it means that he'll follow? ]

I'll be the best you've ever had, I'll let you do anything to me, just please touch me.

[ Swallowing a lump in his throat along with a wealth of surprise, he coaxes Molly down and offers his hands to steady him. ]

Just ... Just follow me, Molly, it's not far.

[ His cheeks are hot with a blush he can't will away after crass offers like that, prioritising getting Molly to safety over ruminating on them. ]

You'll feel better once we're off the trail, I'll lead you all the way down.

Mm, private... private place where I can choke on your cock? It would be better if we did it up there, though. Would be so perfect, you can grab my horns and everything.

[ He takes the offered hands as he comes down and immediately uses them to pull himself into Fjord's arms, trying to get his hands under the armor. Molly's so hard it almost hurts, and is definitely trying to show that with the way he's rutting slightly on a half-orc thigh.

Someone should not be having any aphro when they're already a really horny bastard, let alone heavy sex possession. ]

Touch me, Fjord. Please.

Oh, gods.

[ Molly is handsy as hell on a normal day but this, this is horny tiefling on aphrodisiacs and a squeak leaves Fjord's throat as he feels him rubbing up against him. Absolutely ... absolutely not letting those mental images stick in his head, no. No way! Fuck. ]

Okay, okay, here we go, I'm touching you!

[ He panics and scoops Molly up into his arms bridal-style, the only way he can think of getting them both out of danger in a hurry. ]

It's alright, shit, you're going to hate how much I'll make fun of you for this later. You really need to breathe, okay? Breathe for me, deep breaths. We're going down the steps now.

[ Oh, yes. Perfect, he's in Fjord arms and can put his own around that neck, leaning in to kiss anything he can reach. He hates that armor with passion, there's nothing he can really touch! ]

Mmm... I'm breathing. Aaaah~

[ Molly moans with a chuckle, wetting his lips with his twin-tipped tongue. ]

See?

You're not this bad even when you're drunk.

[ He tilts his head away as much as he can while Molly is dropping kisses everywhere, but there's nowhere to really go as Fjord concentrates more on his footing and the physical strain of carry another person's weight.

That forked tongue gets a second look, then is steadfastly ignored as Fjord's cheeks darken further. ]

When I set you down, can you do that blood trick you pulled before? Purge your system? I don't know what else to do with you.

I'm not drunk! I just... I saw so many things, I want that bliss.

[ He's smiling, giving up on trying to touch Fjord and instead touching himself, sliding his hands down his chest and his body.

The question makes him pause for a moment, and then he laughs. ]

Why... why would I? I didn't take anything. I just want to fuck. It was just... like something told me. Showed me.

[ Despite being held tightly against Fjord he somehow still manages to get a hand between his own legs?? ]

You know you want me, too. I know you've looked at me, you'd love to shove your cock into me and fuck me until I'm screaming your name.

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[ His strength gives out just as he stumbles onto the ground, lowering Molly awkwardly so he can avoid touching any part of him currently getting busy with ... himself.

I know you've looked at me. Fuck's sake.

He shakes him a little by the shoulders. ]

Molly! You're under a spell, you have to resist it. No matter what you saw it wasn't real, none of it.

[ Molly whines as he loses body contact with Fjord, but when the half-orc shakes him by the shoulders, he's a little confused. ]

Spell?

[ He can't think, so overly aroused that it hurts. ]

I need you. Fjord, please... I need...

[ Groaning, he can't stop touching himself even while he's begging for Fjord to do it for him. It's a mess that might embarrass even Mollymauk Tealeaf after this. ]

[ Whatever enchantment it is, there has to be a way to break it. The damn island gave them guides as to what it wants, the little interactive boards with prompts. Fjord mentally runs through the tamest he remembers from his and only steps back into Molly's space once his mind is set. ]

If this doesn't work ... Well, this wasn't how I wanted it to happen anyway.

[ Muttering the last bit to himself, he wraps an arm around Molly's waist and cups his cheek, leaning down until their noses touch and Fjord's lashes shutter. ]

Sorry.

[ There was a prompt for kissing. Fjord can't remember all the details but he drags Molly in close and for the duration of being kissed within an inch of his life, lips and tongue and tusks, Fjord lets him grind and groan as much as he needs.

Thirty seconds go by before he pulls his mouth away with a wet smack, dizzy with adrenaline. His hand has slid into Molly's hair, cradling his head as Fjord looks down with slit eyes blown wide; he's not unaffected either but the responsibility weighs on him too much to lose his mind right now. ]

Are you okay? Did it work?

[ Molly's so aroused that he's barely following what Fjord's saying, but as soon as those lips meets his own he latches on to the half-orc to kiss back like he's going to die if they're not. Each kiss, each lick and hint of those tusks draw both intense pleasure from him but clearing his mind at the same time.

An especially hungry one finally brings him release as he chokes his cry against those lips - and then Molly's red eyes widen as the haze disappears. ]

Fjord...?

[ Molly's face goes from pale to deep purple, pulling away. ]

I'm sorry, I... fuck, are you alright?

[ ... Well. That sure is a thing that just happened. Just gonna do clean-up (nope, don't think of it like that, wow). ]

Oh, good. You're ... It's fine, we're fine. You're okay now, buddy.

[ He flips his hands free to unclasp his cloak, swirling it around Molly to help cover up his, ah. State. Those poor leggings.

Fjord impresses himself with how stable his voice is. ]

Let's get you down this hill, Molly.

[ There are not a lot of things that can embarrass Mollymauk Tealeaf, yet here he is, ruddy and wide-eyed as he remembers everything he said. There's nothing he can really say to save this, though, and he's grateful for the cloak to hide his messy leggings. ]

...thank you.

[ He withdraws a bit, legs a little unsteady but not wanting to lean to Fjord right now. The very knowledge that he just essentially forced himself on his poor friend is enough to make him nauseous, and he has to lean over to retch at the side of the road. ]

[ Fjord lets him gather his senses, unable to keep his gaze averted when Molly retches. He has a water bottle in his bag and offers it up. Pretends he isn't compartmentalising on a grand scale, prioritising Molly's care.

Everything else can wait. He would have hated it if that had been him. ]

If we head back to the house we can make it before sundown. You ... should relax for a while. I'll make dinner. Lock up.

00. Arrival

I. The Dragon's Matchmaking

II. Ruins

III. Ritual

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