“Allright. Louna? Faye?” Jean smiled from behind her screen. “Both roll me constitution saves.” The dice clattered over the table as all present players held their breath. “Hmm, not too bad. Now, you both wake up from the kobold ambush that surprised you last ni-“ “Oh come on! I told you I should’ve taken the first watch! …mew?” Trev, currently playing a warlock, protested, but got quickly silenced by a stern glare from Jean. “You both wake up from the ambush that surprised you last night. You’re sitting on a rickety wooden cart drawn by aforementioned kobolds. You’ve been stripped off all your equipment and most of your clothing too.” Louna’s cheeks turned red almost immediately. “Oh my!” He gasped from behind his wings. From across the table, Faye was hoping her bat friend was taking attention away from the small blush growing on her own cheeks. “You can say that again.” Their Dungeon Master continued. “Not only that, but you soon find out that you been put in chains and stocks, your collars linked together to hinder any escape attempts.” “O-oh my~!”
Without looking up from her story notes, but certainly noticing how increasingly flustered all her players were getting, Jean went on with her narrative. “The kobolds are very eager with their haul and have no trouble talking about their plans even though you are both awake.” The tigress scraped her throat to give her skills in voice mimicry a whirl. “Oh boy!” Jean spoke in a raspy high-pitched tone. “Lord Blitzer is going to be so happy with these new slaves!” Trev tried to interrupt again. “Wait, did you just name the big bad after that dope, Blit-smmph!” But again, Jean silenced her boyfriend, this time by swiftly flicking an actual silence spell his way before returning to the in-game events. “Yeah, he’s been so lonely in his lair while we’re out to find treasure for him, he’d love these cuties hug and cuddle and keep him company…” A soft, excited screech slipped past Louna’s lips, which appeared to be just the response Jean had been waiting for. She glanced across the table, satisfied with how worked up she had gotten everyone. For a brief second, a smug smile flashed across her usually stoic lips, her voice settling back to her usual tone.
“And with that, we return to our other party members. Now, Rutger, Trev, before you wake up, I want you both to roll a strength saving throw…”
Gift-art drawn by :iconLexHanley: Louna belongs to :iconTelokey-the-bat: Guest appearance by :iconTrevHart~:'s Trevon and Jean
