The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Isabela]

"I'll be right behind you," she agrees, shifting Coquette a little to get a better grip. 


They don't get far into town before a very exhausted, very familiar lizard levitates himself onto Zevran's shoulders and drapes himself around the merikos drow's neck. "Oh good. I was getting worried. They're in a barn at the far end of town. I'll lead the way."

It's not until they approach the barn, out on a remote farmstead, that Carbonne thinks to give warning: "They're uh. Not in a good way," xe comments. "I hope that poison's worn off by now," xe adds, eyeing the sun as it begins to show above the horizon. "If not, I don't know how we'll transport them."

"I have an airship," comments Isabela again. "So we just need to get them to where it's moored."

[Zevran]

"You are very fond of informing people about your airship," Zevran notes with amusement. 

[Isabela]

"She's my pride and joy," teases Isabela. "Well, behind Charm and Person of course." She thrusts her tits forward a little, arching her back, to make her point plain. 

[Zevran]

Zevran, as is custom, glances down at the offered view. Unlike is typical, Zevran winks at her breasts, then bows. "Truly a pleasure to met your best girls," he draws lightly, though his expression sombers quickly after that line. "Did you get any idea of how many guards there are, Carbonne?"

[GamesMaster]

"Eight. The same from before. I think they're more spread out, and I trust you have weapons now? The Bull we could get loose as well, to help us." 

[Zevran]

"The B-- Ah. So Iron Bull lives. That is... Good. Very good." Zevran grins broadly. "Eight feet and some five hundred pounds of controlled blood fury in merikos minotaur shape that would break his soul for Coquette's happiness," he explains to Isabela. "Alright, I strongly suspect that ma'bela and I can take a few guards at a time quickly enough to move onto the next. Carbonne, are you up for playing last-second distraction if we slip up?"

[GamesMaster]

"Distraction I can do," xe grumbles. "Now that I've had a rest. But how are you going to move Shisou?"

[Zevran]

"I have a few healing potions," Zevran answers with a shrug. "If the carriage is not still there, then either he or Iron Bull will surely be well enough to walk after taking them." Not the best of plans perhaps, but it is not as if were spoilt for choices...

[GamesMaster]

"I don't think that will help," Carbonne suggests, in a low grumbling tone. "I don't know much about you mortals and your strange anatomy though."

[Zevran]

Exchanging a glance with Isabela, Zevran asks slowly, "what makes you worry that the potions will not work?"

[GamesMaster]

"Well, they only heal damage, right? That won't fix his state of mind, will it?" asks Carbonne. 

[Isabela]

"Hi, I'm new here," Isabela breaks in. "What exactly is his status?"

[GamesMaster]

"Kid's in some kind of heat. Keeps trying to fuck anything he can reach. She's got him chained to a wall so he can't touch himself or anything, he's miserable."

[Zevran]

"Miserable, bile-hearted, rapist-bitch," Zevran hisses, hands balling into fists hard enough to draw small beads of blood from his palms. "What else-- doesn't matter right now," he stops himself. "I will be able to determine better in person anyway and there is naught to little I can... do..." He frowns, rethinking that conclusion. "Isabela, would I be incorrect in assuming you would not object to some petty larceny? Specifically of an apothecary or alchemy shop?"

[Isabela]

"To get some knockout gas? Sounds perfect."