Rirato's World of Bones RP.

[DarkSider14]

Lyra watched her fellow scouts vanish into the crowd, it dawned on her why so many eventually found horrid rates in the wild. "So much for clean bandages" she thought with that Lyra began to bandage her wounded arm with her loin cloth. "Now we just hope there is some antivenom left in storage or the next few days where gonna suck.

[Riraito]

The makeshift bandage sticks to Lyra's arm quite well, but it hikes up her loincloth so high, that she's pretty sure that girls around her can see her private parts through the cloth. The bandage is quite dirty and grimy, and hasn't been treated with alcohol. It cuts off the bleeding - but is likely to result in an infection.

Lyra pokes around the Scout Barracks. In one corner is her bunk.. A place to crash and recuperate from small injuries like cuts and scrapes. Bad injuries are likely to worsen if she sleeps and doesn't treat them first... but small ones will heal given time. An empty crate for her personal belongings is there. In it is a picture of her mother, handdrawn by one of her mother's talented sex-slaves.. Lyra had never met her mother. It was the only thing she had that let her know where she'd come from. She'd grown up in the orphanage... one of their... talented girls... with a future. She kept her grades up in school, and hadn't been relegated to the abatoirs below where the worthless ones to society ended up.

And now she was a scout... still just barely scraping the gap between life and death. Life wasn't easy in the World of Bones.

to the left of the mass barracks, was the armory, closed and locked with a cage made of so much valuable metal. You could make more weapons than were held in the cage.. if yo'u'd just used it to make spearheads.. But Lyra knew what would happen if every Alley Orphan and peasant got their hands on real weapons... best to keep them down in the muck where they belonged.

Above the armory, linked by a rickety wooden staircase that had once been solid, but had been trod on for every day for the last hundred years, was the Officer's headquarters where she was supposed to return to present her scouting findings to the brass (Their medallions were gold with flawed Diamonds actually - but everyone called them the brass for some reason).

The only thing lyra dreaded more than going to speak to the Brass, was failing to report to them at all. Every scout knew the punishments for desertion were nouthing to be laughed about.

There was no medical station anywhere in the barracks.
Some of the field medics nearby were busy applying clean bandages with alchol swabs to their cuts and ruises. But they quickly put them back into locked personal containers. Lyra knew that asking them for help for free wasn't going to yield any results. They'd just overcharge her for something she could elsewhere... or just say 'no' if they didn't like the cut of her jib. The Scouts were a no nonsense kind of group. You either learned to fend for yourself and your squad, or you ended up as a shitty skeleton in some dusty corner of nowhere.


Some of the scouts were playing a game of chance and skill with knives and dice in the corner
The one on the left counted three dice up... then picked up three knives, and a set of funny looking cards. The one on the right counted the rolls of three dice and picked up two knives, and some of the cards... There was a terse exchange of cards. between the two girls. The knives swapped hands a few times. Some cards weere placed face down on the table. Each girl handed some friends gathered behind their opponent the knives that they'd won. Shells were placed on the table. The kind of money that amounted to a lifesavings, and not a small bet. The bets were called and the cards turned over.

One of the girls jumped up and called victory. The other looked crestfallen as she was grabbed and held down against her will. An adjudicator - with a Medallion that denoted high rank, looked over the cards with a studied eye.
"Fair bet.. no cheating had here."
the crestfallen girl screamed as her opponent stripped her, stuck a knive in her gut just above her pussy, and unzipped her belly. Intestines slopped out ontl a little tin tray that had been waiting the entire game for its offering soon she was empty apart from the essentials.. The loser kicked and squealed as they bound her. The winner picked up her shells into a bag, and her and her friends carted their squirming prize off somewhere to be a lovely Serenasday afternoon roast.

the dying girl on the shoulders of her gambling opponents, groaned in pain as she was hauled past lyra. She coould see the emptied out husk of a girl, still struggling even though her fate had been decided already.

Lyra had never learned the game - but the rewards seemed pretty good for the winners. Unfortunately she had no shells to bet.

"The dealer called out "New game." and two new desperate, thin and moulnourished girls came over to try their luck at the game. The house took their cut of the shells offered, and then the cards were dealt again, and the dice rolled. The rules of double Cranko were complicated... but winning meant everything.

[DarkSider14]

Lyra watches the goings on carefuly. The game never interested her, if only because she felt that none of the others deserved to make a meal out of her. Really though she needed to figure out some thing about her Arm but the temporary bandage bought her some time on that front. So first things first she needed to report in, so Lyra began her ascent to the commanders office.

Next she would check the casualty lists of nothing else the dead might get her some quick supplies. Lyra shrugged she wasn't dead yet.

[Riraito]

She walked into the commander's office.
"Private Lyra.. Back so soon - how did you reach the area of operations so soon and return...." she tails off, looking at the blood soaked bandage..
"I see... so Gwendolyn... and.. Well they were brave warriors - I don't need to hear how it happened"
the commander lowered her head in remembrance.
"Take 50 shells as the agreed upon hazard pay for your entire group. You can purchase clean linen bandages from Maggie at the Screaming Virgin Tavern, she keeps a stock of them out back with the woodgrain alcohol - which you'll need to douse it in unless you want it infected... She looks at the filthy bandage... "It might be too late already for that... - clean out your wound with alcohol thourougly - you'll need a second person to help you do it properly... If you're reallly worried about it - they can sear it shut with tongs at the slave markets... and if it goes worse - The orphanage should have the equipment to do a proper clean amputation. Failing that the Priests at the temple of Gods might be worth a trip."
she salutes you
"Take the week off Private - you've earned the R&R, that's an order.. "Oh... but no pay - we don't reward scroungers for nothing - you know the scout way" she proudly proclaims as if this is some kind of reward. Well she hasn't gutted lyra where she stands for failure.. so maybe it is a reward.
"We've been notified of a merchant's cart that is missing - a shipment to Zaful... By the end of the week, we'll need a party of Scouts to go reclaim it... I want you on the crew private Lyra... there's a promotion in it for you if you bring back the cargo.. THe village Chieftain seems very irate about her tea shipment."

She goes back to studying maps, and updating them with a qulill

"Well don't just stand there gawking soldier, you are dismissed... Go drink your pay away - or masturbate to drawings of pretty boys on the intervillage mailing list, or whatever it is you Non commissioned's do when you're not fucking up missions"
"SCRAM!"

[Lyanna]

Meanwhile, Ora takes stock of the shop's inventory and starts gathering together what gear she suspects she might need in the near future. In the absence of the rest of her caravan she'll need to fend for herself, but at least as a merchant (albeit an inexperienced one) she's good at getting supplies. Basic gear sets her back a bit but she'd rather not go without. A whetstone and the city map also seem like fine purchases. She'll attempt to haggle of course, but it likely ends up setting her back about 23 shells.

It occurs to her she could get something to try and catch that runaway slime, but she thinks better of attempting that without a solid plan. Ora puts everything in to her pack and makes her way out of the store. Unfurling the map, she looks for somewhere she could get a spear; she feels a bit naked being unarmed like this.

(she's getting the Basic Wilderness Kit, Basic Essentials Kit and Basic Dungeoneering Kit from https://www.d20pfsrd.com/extras/communi ... ment-kits/ )

[Riraito]

They haggle for a bit, but Ora is right, she's not getting a better deal than what the owner said first up. this is an organised trader in a competitive market. The prices she's put down are the prices she's sticking to.
The owner pulls the supplies from the shelf and hands them over in exchange for the shells.
She counts them and then bites into one of them, trying to make sure of their authenticity - apparently satisfied with the quality of the shells, she nodded, and let Ora go with them.

It's a map in good condition, that she managed to get her hands on, in colour and everything... Ora isn't sure of the scale and quality of the cartographer's work though... and it only detailed the city streets itself. (And she was sure she'd seen more alleyways than were indicated, but all in all, its reduced accuracy made it vastly more easy to understand the city street layouts (The layout of a Village was always changing as new occupants changed the layout of their individual buildings) And she was absolutely sure that everything outside of the gates was simplified bullshit useful to no woman... But this - she could work with this.

She looks at the map and decides that perhaps a trip to the Blacksmith at the end of restaurant alley and by the lake might be in order.

As she leaves, she can still see the angry looking scout, still loitering around the front entrance... whatever that was about clearly isn't over yet, but it doesn't seem like she's going to be any trouble at the moment.

[DarkSider14]

Lyra collects the shells hurriedly tallying them as she fills the shell bag. She then makes all haste to travel to the screaming virgin tavern.

She does stop briefly to see if they have started cleaning out the dead scouts lockers, is so she sees what items might be up for grabs.

Then she travels to the tavern " I need bandages and wound cleaning" she asks at the counter "can you point me at to Maggie"

[Riraito]

As Lyra looks into her former Colleague's lockers, she finds an assortment of odds and ends,

The first locker has some things that might be useful - a waterskin with a large bitemark in it, a half-eaten slice or rasted girlmeat with crackling, and an unmarked, sealed glass bottle of some kind of wierd slime.

The second locker had three shells, and a large bottle filled with a clear yellow liquid. and a small furry creature with far too many teeth for its size. It wanders about the container, filled with many droppings.

The last locker had a spare raggedy loincloth with a large shitstain down the back, and a large carved wooden phallus, with the end darkly waterstained by years of continual usage. And a small piece of parchment with a rouch picture of a strong well shaven man fucking a happy Village Guard, as she held him in her hands. The page is rather crumpled, and dogeared, with fingerprints all over it. It is clearly a well loved item.


Taking whatever she wanted, before the Scout Commander came around and cleared out hr squad's lockers, she left the building making her way to the screaming Virgin Tavern.

as Lyra entered the establsiment, the insanity of the place overcame her. It was the one place in all this shitty world where people came to vent their troubles, and let off some steam. Everyone had a jug of some kind of ale or hard liqour in hand. It almost seemed like there were no rules to this place. It was kind of semi-organised anarchy. Girls were all over the place swinging off chandeliers, and dancing on tables, lighting up cigars, and engaging in acts with snuff slaves that would put the prim and proper ladies in the Breeding houses into a headspin. And of course the live boxing that was going on in the corner with the sign above it that read 'No knife fighting unless a formal duel is issued and cleanup fees paid'.

In the corner is a set of stairs that leads to the upper floor that's roped off with a sign that says VIP's only on the pain of death. there's some kind of madness going on up there too, It looks and sounds fun up there.

Lyra pulls up o the bar, where a few patrons in Including some rich girl in a bright pink bikini and panties and a pair of wicked curved daggers, were doing shots of hard Gourdplany whiskey with Bloodflower dusted around the rim. It was unusual to see garish colours in clothing - most girls could only afford the standard brown loincloth materials. To bleach them and dye them was almost unheard of outside the Imperial City. So the girl was attracting quite the attention as she drunkenly ranted something about her daddy.

" I need bandages and wound cleaning" says Lyra at the counter "can you point me at to Maggie"
The bartender, an older woman with a deathstare, looks Lyra up and down... "Hold on a second dearie" she says as she pulls up a throwing kife from under her loincloth and throws if at a young girl trying to sneak up into the VIP area...There's a spurt of blood at the girls throat... she gurgles a little then she falls down the stairs, spasming as she hits every stair on the way down.

"Now, I'm Maggie, let me take a look at that wound.... Hmmmmm... well, that looks like it might be a bit infected there.. she swabs with alchol and scrubs out the wound. It burns painfully and Lyra cringes on the stool... it's even worse than getting the bite in the first place
"Hmmmm yes - had a bit of tooth still stuck in there... if you'd left that you would've got the pus and then you would have lost the whole arm. SHe soaks a clean brown bandage in woodgrain alcohol, and wraps it around the arm... You'll need to come back and have that changed in the next two days.. don't forget, or you might risk infection again. That'll be 20 shells for the service."

The girl in the pink underwear only seems to be getting louder and more raucus. She's ordering another round of drinks... she leans over to Lyra...
"Schoo.. What do. yoush wants to drinksh?" she asks, her whiskey breath pours over Lyra like a distillery.... "Caush... I'm Buying.."

[DarkSider14]

Lyra snags the shells, not really seeing the use for anything else.

After getting her arm fixed Lyra turns to the raucous behavior. "Sure if love a drink she says" as she scopes out a place to sit close to the stairs, if she was lucky maybe one of the breeders up stairs might take notice of an attractive and brave scout wounded in action.

[Riraito]

"Bartender" the strange girl in the extravagant clothing calls "Put another 'hic' round on my tab" she says, drunkenly swaing from side to side. "For meeessh and my new firendch - the good schtuff from the top schelf!"

"That's the last round youve paid up to. After that I've got to cut you off miss Raven. You've had enough liquor to drop a dragon" Maggie says as she obliges by pouring something potent into a dirty glass, and plopping a live sandworm larvae into each glass. You can tell how good the alcohol is when the tiny sandworms die, floating in the drinks.

A small herd of drunk girls come down from the party upstairs, draped around a man. Their knives and spears ready to deal with any assailants or would be lovers they might encounter on the way back home. They leave the establisment out the front door, to the jeleous looks of the entire establisment. Everyone coverted what they had, wanted it more than anything in the world. There were girls here who would literally kill to have a man of their own, and if his harem didn't protect him, and themselves, then they just might.

Some more girls head up the stairs, and Lyra recognises them as Josie and Jasmine, the guards from the front gates. They seem to have finally gotten off their shifts, and are ready to have some fun for the evening. They must have passes to enter upstairs, because Maggie just gives them a nod, and lets them pass the warning sign unchallenged.

"Whatcher name pretty schout laady?" asks the drunk rich girl beside Lyra, tugging on her loincloth to get her attention. "Ichts polight 'burp' to introduch yourshelf."

She raises her glass to clink against Lyra's
"Drink ups - itch the besht Gourdplatnch whiskey in cha whole villace... the free kinds"

[DarkSider14]

"Lyra" Lyra says excepting the drink " what's the occasion? "

Lyra tastes the beverage gingerly. While looking around at the others in the room

Slowly she starts to relax after the day she has had, she needed a good drink

[Riraito]

"Thereshhh.. no occaision... apart fromssss.. my mother'sss death... One ofch my daddy's bitcsch mishtreshes gotch her schent to cha exchecutioners forch dissent... Watched her ... hic.. gets Eaten bych a Schwampsac in cha sqchare this morning... " She says drowning herself in a big gulp of her drink.

"Sho here... hic... I am... Kicked outch of my h-home... forch.. being cha daughter... hic... orch a breeding traitor...with juscht the CLothces on my back.. and cha daggers onch my beautiful hipch... And my bar tab here..."
She elaborates.

"Sho tomorrow, I havesh to make enough money chto rent a plasche.. ot I'll bech a Vaga.. Vaga.. Vagabond onch cha street... And cha know wchaht they do to Homlessch gurlsh around heresh.... They schent them to the orphanage..."
Valerie looks with a conspiratorial grin... "And I don wantch to be tomorrowsh roast bithch meats.."
She downs the last of her glass in one final glub and smashes it against the floor. Her bartab must be big enough still to cover the Damage, because Maggie just ignores the mess, her daggers still hidden under her loincloth.

"Scho whtacha say Friend? Wanna helpch a girls out? Letch partner up and make schome shells?". Valeriey grabs Lyra's loincloth and pulls in close enough for her to smell the booze on the inebriated girls breath.


As Lyra turns her attention round, she can see Josie and Jasmine exiting the establishment, their arms wrapped around a tall handsome man, with short cropped hair, and a pair of glasses over the his pale blue eyes. He's a real hunk. He grins wildly over in the direction of Lyra, Valerie, and Maggie, and winks happily, his fingers sliding down Josie's loincloth to play with her behind.

[DarkSider14]

Lyra slides back in her chair pondering what she had heard, "what did you have in mind?" She asks reluctantly pulling her eyes away from the stairs.


"and I'm assuming there is a good chance it can get us killed" Lyra takes another swig. Who was she kidding of course it could get her killed, helping some one was the riskiist move some one could make. But watching her squad die pointlessly this morning brought a thought to mind. It's gonna happen some time maybe it should mean something. That and it was always nice to pick up a few extra shells.

"I'm gonna need a new spear."

[Riraito]

"welsh... I dunno... I wash hopins a schmart girl like yourshelf would... hic... have a fewsh ideas about how to makes some shcells. I meansh - I reckonsh we couldsh jumpsh thsoe two bitchy City gate guardsh who sjusht left with tht pretty mansh..." She said drunkenly, touching her twin daggers to reassure herself.

"Or... wesh coulds maybesh gosh and schee if theys needing helps atch the orphanages... the paysh not good... butsh they'rch alwaysh lookingch for new schtaff." Valerie puts her empty glass down and thinks for a bit.

"Maybe we could justh go out hunting bysh the lakech... I heard theres a Hellhound nesht nears there.. I hear theys pays at the restauaunts fors thats meats prettech wellls." she pauses, thinking about something and then shaking her pretty head as if she'd thought better of it.

"Maybe if wesh had more poeple, we could try looting fromsh the olds Quar.. wqarantine areash. I don't knows whatsh in theresh... butsh a lotsch of peopls leftsh in a hurrys - thersh should be a lotsh o f guud stufch lefts behind, ifsh wesh can.. hic... gets in.." Valerie stands up suddenly, her full breasts bouncing slightly as she leans over Lyra with a cheeky grin.

"Orsh maybesh you coulds putch in a word .. hic.. with tda scouts and get mesh a cushy deshk job? Or maybesh they haves a job forsh you." She put it to Lyra, clearly not seriously...
"Whats do yoush say partnersh?"

[DarkSider14]

"Jumping a fellow scout would be really stupid" Lyra said watching the two girls with envy, "as would pokeing around the quarantine zone, the lake is probably the best bet but you might wanna stick to small hellhounds can be a lot for a first timer."

Lyra downs her drink

"But first I need some gear and we need a few others to go with us. " with that she prepares to leave "come on girl we are burning daylight" gesturing to the girl, Lyra begins heading to the general store.

[Riraito]

"I'd.. hic... betterch... freshens Uppsch firsch... hic.. I needsh to taacke a masshive pissssh " says Valerie, putting her hand down her loincloth
"I'll catchs up withs yoush aftersh Magges givesh me some wake up juice"

In the background Maggie starts pouring a vile looking concoction of brown sludge that smells like it would wake a sleeping Histscream.

Lyra leaves the Screaming virgin tavern alone, with a nice buzz going. Her arm freshly bandaged, and her loincloth pouch full of shells to spend. She walks happily along, the fact that she has a new friend buoying her spirits. The early evening air, stirred horribly with the last rays of sunlight.
As she passed by a dark alleyway - she could hear the sound of two screaming women from within -as something vile devoured them in the darkness. There was a glorping, sloshing, bubbling sound ... and then something like a wet farting... Shortly after, the screaming ceased, replaced by a muffled agonized moaning. She couldn't see any of it from her current vantage point - but whatever was going on - she knew that it was nasty... and most likely fatal.

[DarkSider14]

Lyra crept to better vantage point peering down the alley way to get a better look.

She begins to look around taking in her surroundings looking for something that might work as a weapon. Likewise she calls upon her training as a scout to remain hidden.

[Riraito]

Lyra pries a small rotted wooden plank from a crate, and ducks down behind the boxes at the end of the alleyway. It's something to defend herself with at least... not that it will do much to whatever is down that alleyway.
Crouching in the darkness, Lyra sees as the thing emerges from its feast.

The thing is six feet tall, and looks kind of like a man wearing glasses, if only a man were made from a clear liquid blue gel. Lyra knows what it is from all of her scout books; a slime mimic. They're very dangerous, and difficult to fight without the proper weaponry and training.

But, its not the gooey blue outer surface that holds Lyra's attention, rather it is the screaming prey held within that terrifies her. A tortured naked woman is trapped under the goo, kicking and screaming silently as the monster dissolves her skin from her body. It's Josie, the City Guard from the front gates of Genkysou.

The slime mimic shifts, and changes, and soon Lyra is looking at a doppel of Josie. It's slime face replicating her agonised complaints in perfect detail. The thing stretches happily as the Josie inside is reduced to a twitching red mass of disintegrating muscles. It absorbs her blood, and guts... and soon there is just a skeleton inside, holding the mass of goo in a standing position. It runs its hands over her slowly solidifying and pinkifying flesh, feeling out its new form.

"Hmmm" she muses "Pretty... I like this new skin. So young and attractive." as she finishes up becoming indistinguishable from a real human and strides right past Lyra with an evil grin on her face..

Soon she leaves the alleyway, leaving Lyra trembling behind the boxes. As she looks down the alleyway to where the slime mimic had come from. There, lying in the middle of the alleyway is a sloppy skeleton covered in blood and blue slime. The sizzling City Guard Pendant lets Lyra know that it's Jasmin's final resting place.

[DarkSider14]

"Oh good one of those is loose" Lyra sighs watching slime Josie disappear in to the distance. She gonna be a nightmare to find.

That being said Lyra had no way of defending her self, she resumed her trip to the general store.

[Riraito]

Lyra arrives shortly at the Main Square, where the General store is located.
The Execution stage is unoccupied at the moment; the day's executions having already been completed. Tomorrow they'll be back on again for sure.

Children play in the streets, eating Parasite Wasp honey sweets, as they enjoy a game of hopscotch

Beside the General store is a grumpy looking scout, slowly sharpening a blade, as if irritated by something that has happened recently. She doesn't seem like she wants to be bothered.

Lyra enters the General Store. The bone chimes announce her entry. There's a tan scout picking up her gear in the corner: Ora, and at the back is a shopkeeper, a mass of scars and wounds from an age of mercantile exploits.
"Can I help you purchase anything" Comes her helpful voice

(there are no weapons available at this location - and all armour costs 1000x times pathfinder prices - proper armour being a rarity in the World of Bones)
http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/adva ... dGear.html
Plus a map at 3shells
amulets of the god Mordana at 40 shells
frsh loincloths for 30 shells, and second hand ones for 5
suckercougar ears on a headband for 3 shells (Very cute)


Valerie trots in afterwards.. seemingly more sobered up
"Say - I couldn't ask you for a small loan to pick up some gear... I already got blades... but I'm probably gonna need some other things now that I can't ask daddy for them. Loan a girl some shells?"