"Lo there, Oathbreaker!"
Dominating the entire tavern floor was an immense cauldron that had been running for seven centuries, passed along from one generation of owner to the next through blood or financial conquest or very literal conquest when the city had been occupied and its residents driven out. That had been two-hundred years ago, ever since then the stew had become something of an sign of the state of the city's prosperity. When it was filled with butter and turkey, the city was bountiful, but when it was filled with harder and leaner meats from ewes one should expect trouble, and when it was filled with rat...
Well. Chances are you might wake up with a boulder crashing in through your wall.
Right not it was butter and melting cheese, and the Lich, Gustav, that had inherited the building a hundred-and-thirty years ago was turning the mighty ladle; the Oathbreaker observed it to be at least their height, and yet Gustav turned it without effort, dragging it and watching him with a single burning eye that peered out from beneath his hood.
It was a dead thing. Empty. Devoid of hate and love and apathy. But the voice wasn't. It was as loud and boisterous as any tavernkeeper they'd heard before, screaming over the rancorous chaos around them that spilled out of the door and into the nightlife outside. The voice hit them before they'd fully stepped inside, so full of life that they expected to see Gustav leaning over his cauldron with their flesh restored.
"Hello, Gustav."
But he isn't.
Their mouth doesn't move as they speak, their attention turning back to the mighty pot and its occasionally volatile contents.
"How was your latest outing? A village haunting, I heard?"
"Yes. A debtor who hadn't gotten far enough from those hired to collect."
"YOUR VOICE - IT MUST HAVE BEEN A TRYING QUEST."
It had. Their family was still alive, and it fell to them to deliver the news, but they didn't care to dwell on their emotions with this deadman when there was a trio of gnomes pretending like they weren't listening. Most of the room was pretending not to listen, in fact. All sorts managed to find their way here, but even a forsaken paladin was a sight to behold in all of their gore-stricken glory.
"It was. And that's why I'd like my usual -"
"LEEKS. BARLEY. CARROTS. A TURNNIPS. CRABMEAT. YOU WISH FOR IT ALL TO BE SERVED TO YOU IN A SEA OF CREAM AND BUTTER. ENOUGH TO CHOKE ON."
They frowned, heartened and disturbed by the being's ability to know them so well and so quickly.
"IT WILL COME. IN THE MEANTIME, THERE HAS BEEN ONE WATCHING YOU SINCE YOU'VE ARRIVED. I BELIEVE YOU WOULD ENJOY THEIR COMPANY."
"... What about their table? Name? Species? Hair color?"
"YOU ARE THE INVESTIGATOR."
Wonderful.
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A lot of that up above text could be discarded if my partners prefer, but I'd prefer to keep at least some loose variation of it for this premise; an Oathbreaker settles in at a tavern or other place of rest and finds some willing, appreciatve company for a night of mutually enjoyable sex.
The prompt could be significantly rewritten so that they're adventuring partners. I'd be totally up for that.
More than anything else I'd like to play a middle-aged, washed up former paladin and now borderline necromancer with a lot of history getting with someone either their age or (maybe ideally) significantly younger with a focus on grounded, still a little wish fulfillment-y sexy that's well-written and leaning towards warmth and compassion. Our Oathbreaker spends most of their time fighting on behalf of peasants against cruel landlords and defending freeholders against the expansion of serfdom, disenfranchised minorities against prejudice, and other types of more 'banal' and 'lawful' cruelty.
I like playing gruff, deceptively masculine characters (men or women) who can be gentle (or roughly gentle) in their own ways and know how to be respectful of another person's autonomy and feelings during sex - I'm perfectly fine making this some really rough, sadistic sex even if it isn't my default choice, so long as the receiver is into it and an active participant.
My MC, regardless of their gender and sexual orientation, are going to be a considerate and non-psychopathic domme who enjoys using their significant strength and height advantage to control their partners and employing mild-to-severe corrections using spankings, orgasm denial & control, and being the sort of controller who doesn't need to flex their authority by 'demanding' submission from their partners, but by earning it and feeling honored to have it.
Bonus points to partners willing to play elves, cat(girls/boys) and other types of demihumans and different flavors of competent, intelligent characters.
Kinks include pretty much everything that's under the umbrella of vanilla and gentle. Kissing. Handholding. Mild restraint play. Age and height gaps. Experience gaps (both sexually and otherwise), virginity up to and including totally kissless virgins. Aftercare. Salt and pepper hot older guys (and girls). Butch chicks. Optimistic and warm sex in a dark fantasy world. Good people enjoying their lives, positive mindsets.
Highly comfortable and enthusiastic for making it more rough than that. Breeding, consensual non-consent (requires a lot of active communication between our characters and proactive consent giving both before and during), rough spankings and brat taming, collars, fantasy interracial.
Limits include everything loosely associated as 'extreme' and that are visually disconcerting to the average person. Hyper anything. Bitterness. Cruelty. Bad writing / unironically bad dialogue. Unnecessary drama. Bad vibes.
Dominating the entire tavern floor was an immense cauldron that had been running for seven centuries, passed along from one generation of owner to the next through blood or financial conquest or very literal conquest when the city had been occupied and its residents driven out. That had been two-hundred years ago, ever since then the stew had become something of an sign of the state of the city's prosperity. When it was filled with butter and turkey, the city was bountiful, but when it was filled with harder and leaner meats from ewes one should expect trouble, and when it was filled with rat...
Well. Chances are you might wake up with a boulder crashing in through your wall.
Right not it was butter and melting cheese, and the Lich, Gustav, that had inherited the building a hundred-and-thirty years ago was turning the mighty ladle; the Oathbreaker observed it to be at least their height, and yet Gustav turned it without effort, dragging it and watching him with a single burning eye that peered out from beneath his hood.
It was a dead thing. Empty. Devoid of hate and love and apathy. But the voice wasn't. It was as loud and boisterous as any tavernkeeper they'd heard before, screaming over the rancorous chaos around them that spilled out of the door and into the nightlife outside. The voice hit them before they'd fully stepped inside, so full of life that they expected to see Gustav leaning over his cauldron with their flesh restored.
"Hello, Gustav."
But he isn't.
Their mouth doesn't move as they speak, their attention turning back to the mighty pot and its occasionally volatile contents.
"How was your latest outing? A village haunting, I heard?"
"Yes. A debtor who hadn't gotten far enough from those hired to collect."
"YOUR VOICE - IT MUST HAVE BEEN A TRYING QUEST."
It had. Their family was still alive, and it fell to them to deliver the news, but they didn't care to dwell on their emotions with this deadman when there was a trio of gnomes pretending like they weren't listening. Most of the room was pretending not to listen, in fact. All sorts managed to find their way here, but even a forsaken paladin was a sight to behold in all of their gore-stricken glory.
"It was. And that's why I'd like my usual -"
"LEEKS. BARLEY. CARROTS. A TURNNIPS. CRABMEAT. YOU WISH FOR IT ALL TO BE SERVED TO YOU IN A SEA OF CREAM AND BUTTER. ENOUGH TO CHOKE ON."
They frowned, heartened and disturbed by the being's ability to know them so well and so quickly.
"IT WILL COME. IN THE MEANTIME, THERE HAS BEEN ONE WATCHING YOU SINCE YOU'VE ARRIVED. I BELIEVE YOU WOULD ENJOY THEIR COMPANY."
"... What about their table? Name? Species? Hair color?"
"YOU ARE THE INVESTIGATOR."
Wonderful.
\\\///
A lot of that up above text could be discarded if my partners prefer, but I'd prefer to keep at least some loose variation of it for this premise; an Oathbreaker settles in at a tavern or other place of rest and finds some willing, appreciatve company for a night of mutually enjoyable sex.
The prompt could be significantly rewritten so that they're adventuring partners. I'd be totally up for that.
More than anything else I'd like to play a middle-aged, washed up former paladin and now borderline necromancer with a lot of history getting with someone either their age or (maybe ideally) significantly younger with a focus on grounded, still a little wish fulfillment-y sexy that's well-written and leaning towards warmth and compassion. Our Oathbreaker spends most of their time fighting on behalf of peasants against cruel landlords and defending freeholders against the expansion of serfdom, disenfranchised minorities against prejudice, and other types of more 'banal' and 'lawful' cruelty.
I like playing gruff, deceptively masculine characters (men or women) who can be gentle (or roughly gentle) in their own ways and know how to be respectful of another person's autonomy and feelings during sex - I'm perfectly fine making this some really rough, sadistic sex even if it isn't my default choice, so long as the receiver is into it and an active participant.
My MC, regardless of their gender and sexual orientation, are going to be a considerate and non-psychopathic domme who enjoys using their significant strength and height advantage to control their partners and employing mild-to-severe corrections using spankings, orgasm denial & control, and being the sort of controller who doesn't need to flex their authority by 'demanding' submission from their partners, but by earning it and feeling honored to have it.
Bonus points to partners willing to play elves, cat(girls/boys) and other types of demihumans and different flavors of competent, intelligent characters.
Kinks include pretty much everything that's under the umbrella of vanilla and gentle. Kissing. Handholding. Mild restraint play. Age and height gaps. Experience gaps (both sexually and otherwise), virginity up to and including totally kissless virgins. Aftercare. Salt and pepper hot older guys (and girls). Butch chicks. Optimistic and warm sex in a dark fantasy world. Good people enjoying their lives, positive mindsets.
Highly comfortable and enthusiastic for making it more rough than that. Breeding, consensual non-consent (requires a lot of active communication between our characters and proactive consent giving both before and during), rough spankings and brat taming, collars, fantasy interracial.
Limits include everything loosely associated as 'extreme' and that are visually disconcerting to the average person. Hyper anything. Bitterness. Cruelty. Bad writing / unironically bad dialogue. Unnecessary drama. Bad vibes.