[This is a story that is written in a style that you might not be used to. The following is a game between five lewd and loving friends. They have come together to play and explore their sexuality through tabletop roleplaying. They will fight, they will fall, they will fuck. Though this is story they are telling it is not their story. It is the story of their characters in a world that grows increasingly sexual. This story is both the transcript and the rules of what happens in their adventures. The players will stay obscured, they will not break character lightly, and if they must it will be delineated with square brackets and a "OOC" (out of character) tags. For those who must know, the gamemaster of this tale, the one pulling the strings, creating the narrative for the players, and controlling all the NPCs (non-player characters) is a beautiful and wonderful woman. Everyone else is playing a character of their own gender.]
[Now, without further adieu, let the curtain on this delectable and devious tale rise.]
GM (Gamemaster): Technology has come a long way. You and your companions are sitting in a carriage, but of the horse-and-cart variety. No. You sit in a carriage of a steam train, a marvel of gnomish engineering that sails upon metal rails and is powered by astral coals. You have never been on a locomotive before; the technology is still in its infancy. It is exciting, though the form of transport is limited in its destinations, the speed at which is flies through the continent of Arabeth is staggering. A journey that would take weeks by horseback is instead cut down to a mere 24 hours. You are now several hours into your journey, and the sun is setting under the western mountains, turning the grasslands outside a tint of orange. You settle into your surprisingly comfortable cabins in the ninth carriage of the twenty-carriage-long train. Your destination? The orcish stronghold of Dilmer.
Prestant Wildmagic, introduce yourself.
Prestant: I adjust my long blue robes as I study an ancient tome. I furrow my brow as I read something that strikes me as odd, and perhaps a bit embarrassing. It is hard to tell underneath my garbs, but I am thin, though not slight. I keep my brown hair short, but it often sticks up in places I wish it wouldn't. A flicker of magical sparks can be seen crossing my hazel eyes as I rub my chin stubble. I close the tome and tuck it away into my pack as my eyes drift to the landscape rushing by outside. I let out a subdued sigh.
"This is going to get me into a lot of trouble." I subconsciously rest my hand on the sickle attached to my side.
GM: Prestant, you hear the door of your cabin slide open and your eyes snap to the entrance. Your fiancé walks through, returning from the dining carriage to the cabin you both share. Iuona Brightouch, introduce yourself.
Iuona: I step over the threshold with grace, the fabric of the green mail dress flowing around me. I hold two cups of ale at my chest, careful not to spill them in the sometimes turbulent carriage. My pointed ears give away my ancestry; I am an elf, a particularly stunning elf, with sharp features, kind and soulful pale-blue eyes. I have my usual long and flowing silver blonde hair up in a bun with an arrangement of flowers pinned to my hair. I see my fiancé sitting and concerned, having heard his words as I entered.
"What's going to get you into trouble?" I say, my voice melodic and regal.
Prestant: "Oh, it's nothing my love. I'm just thinking about the journey ahead."
Iuona: "I brought us something to take our minds off of things." I hand Prestant one of the mugs as I sit next to him, wiggling close.
Prestant: "To better times." I clink the mug with Iuona's and take a large swig. "You know, you are taking things way better than I would be."
Iuona: I down the ale as quickly as I can before taking a large gasp and wiping my mouth.
Prestant: "Or perhaps not."
Iuona: "He's dead, there is nothing I can do about that."
Prestant: "But the ale helps?"
Iuona: "The ale helps." I give a half-hearted smile.
Prestant: "I place my hand on Iuona's face and pull her close, placing her lips upon mine."
Iuona: I lean into it, feeling myself growing hot from the alcohol and love. I place my hand on Prestant's leg, sliding it up under his robe, resting it comfortably against his thigh, brushing ever so slightly against his cock.
Prestant: "Are you sure that you want to do this now?" I ask half-concerned, half-wanting.
Iuona: "I need to take my mind off of my father's death, so yes, I want to do this now." I wrap my fingers around his length and begin to play, exploring Prestant's familiar form. It is comforting to me. It is something that makes me feel comfortable.
GM: As you start to stroke and begin to find your pace on your fiancé's cock, Prestant sees a small round face with long flowing wavy white hair peering into the door window of the cabin, it is your childhood friend who you have known for all of your life. Sundae Bounce, introduce yourself.
Sundae: I twitch my nose and idly paw at my floppy rabbit ears as I watch Iuona stroking Prestant under his robe. It immediately triggers my mating response, making my body hot, being a bunnykin my nature makes me predisposed to breeding voraciously, though it is a nature I have managed to keep under wraps all of my life. I am short, two heads shorter than most, so I stand on the tip of my toes to see into the cabin. My black leather armour can barely contain my body shape; I'm all curves and all jiggle, especially when I step into the room.
"What'cha guys doing?"
Prestant: I quickly push Iuona's hand away. "Eh hem…" I straighten out my robes. "Just fixing my equipment."
Sundae: "Ooh, is THAT what they call it? Definitely fixing something up." I give a cute buck-toothed smile.
Iuona: "Sorry Sundae, I thought we were alone."
Sundae: "Don't let me stop you, we bunnykin never judge others for mating."
Prestant: "We were not—" I sigh deeply, "never mind… was there something that you needed?"
Sundae: "Yup!" I hop and all of me following up and down in an aftershock of bounciness. "Aviditi thought she heard someone climbing on top of the train, thought we might go take a look at it."
Prestant: "That sounds beyond foolish, this train is going extremely fast, any fall from it would be fatal, or at least break a few bones."
GM: At that point you all hear a furious roar as tall large crimson skinned woman with black horns, brandishing an axe as big as she is, stomps forward. Prestant, you know that she is your old sister, or at least that is what she claims. Despite the sister she claims to have died over a decade ago… you believe her. Aviditi Wrathbound, introduce yourself.
Aviditi: "They are on the damned roof." I look up at the top of the train carriage as I pull back my scythe-like axe, ready to reap. My body is incredibly toned and abs are prominent, my body is almost on full display, the only thing covering me a small leather bikini. I do not care for modesty. I care for blood. I flick my red pointed tail behind me as I seem to smell something above.
Prestant: "Bandits?" I put down my mug and stand up, Aviditi was rarely wrong about things.
GM: Aviditi, roll a perception check for me.
[In this game, when things are uncertain, a character rolls a twenty-sided die (a d20) and then adds any relevant bonuses from their skills to determine if they succeed. Checks are made against a difficulty class (DC) set by the GM, the average DC for this system is 8.]
[Aviditi rolls her Perception (+1) and gets a 4]
GM: You are unable to tell where the sounds and smells from above you have gone. Perhaps they were never there in the first place but something inside of you tells you that something was there just a moment ago.
Aviditi: I lower my weapon. "They're gone now. But something was there." I take a deep breath as I calm myself from my rage.
Iuona: "Even if someone is on the roof, it doesn't mean they are hostile, perhaps the crew is making some repairs."
Aviditi: "Friends don't skulk around in the shadows."
Sundae: "Hey! I often skulk around in all sorts of shadows."
Aviditi: "That is different."
GM: As you are talking, you notice the whole carriage shudder as the train is swallowed by a milky black portal. Fortunately, this is not an unexpected turn of events. Part of the train's charted path is through the Plane of Journeys, a pitch black parallel realm where every step counts as 100 in Arabeth. It is as if the train had entered a tunnel, but with no light at the end of it. The only illumination comes from the oil lamps in the train itself.
Prestant: "Absolutely magnificent." I am in awe of the intersection of technology and magic. I take out a notebook and start to scrawl my observations down.
Sundae: "Woah, you really can't see anything out there can ya?" I push my face up against the window and wiggle my fluffy white cottontail as I try to make out anything in the distance.
GM: You see absolutely nothing, just an unending blackness.
Iuona: "Could you imagine being trapped in this plane? It would be hell."
Aviditi: "Hell is much brighter." I take a seat in the cabin and spread out taking up much more space than I need. "A lot louder too."
Iuona: "I'll take your word for it."
GM: Everyone notices something odd. Something almost as odd as the darkness that surrounds you. The metallic hum and driving chug of the wheels have come to an end. The world becomes deathly silent. You can hear each other breathing. Then a loud CRASH comes from either side of your carriage. The next thing you hear is.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a robbery!"
Roll initiative.