Bard After a Dragon's Treasure

31 July 2018

09:18 < Incubus> Youre fine for taking trophies in the form of skulls and things, but i think ill pass on the details of being shat out. im also a more melty and softer digestion kinda guy, rather than the painful flesh peeling from the muscle kind that ive seen with your bird in the past

09:19 < Incubus> so tldr no scat and expect me to write something softer for the digestion. theres enough detail that you dont call it implied digestion, but lacks much of the gore detail.

09:21 < Acrasia> Cool cool!

09:21 < Incubus> in any case, you may begin. i look forward to what you plan to do to the bug ;p

09:37 Acrasia lived about half a kilometer deep in a mountain cavern, surrounded on the outside by vast marshy swamp. The mountain itself was at the base of the Mindspring Mountains, and miles away from the town of Trunau. The main tunnel leads through just a couple twists and turns towards the dragon's cave but even still the wide hallway easily marks it as the main path. Various tunnels split off to the sides that lead deeper into the mountainous caves. The ground itself is slick with a purple slime that seems to grow from a soft coating to nearly an inch thick layer that makes the ground grow increasingly harder to walk upon.
As one enters the main cavern, they'd find it lit up by various jewels strewn around the cavern glowing in luminous green and blue shades that bring up the light levels to dazzling display. Heaps of gems many uncut pile around the edges of the chamber, with some gold scattered among the piles. Various objects around them pulse with a magical power. In some of the dark corners of the cavern, there are plenty of bones from her previous prey, left in scattered heaps, ponies and humanoids, and herd animals alike.
In some of the side caverns there lurk a tribe of kobolds who sing their praises of Acrasia, but one might not encounter them neccessarily on their way in through the front entrance. The dragon herself was away at the moment, down in one of the caverns hunting for more glitters to bring back to her residence._

09:38 < Acrasia> (sorry about that, people near my desk for a bit, had to actually work :P

09:50 Incubus 's a gloved hand reached down and pinched around a singular gem, holding it aloft in the torchlight, illuminating the orc's face as he inspected the slime coated gym. he looked pass the gem, observing the 3 tunnels. This had to be the home of Acrasia. The orc grabbed his belt, adjusting it slightly. He looked like an orc. he smelled like an orc. and by the time he was done here, hed be rich, and the dragon would know exactly who to blame.
He approached the 3 branching tunnels, shining his torch in each direction. Observing closely, he could notice that one tunnel in particular had far more of the purple ooze than any other. This was, undoubtedly, the way to the dragon's nest, and more importantly to the disguised doppleganger bard, the dragon's horde. He proceeded with caution, his enchanted dagger ready in case of an attack.*

10:04 Acrasia 's cavern has to it a sour musty smell to it, like a wine that's just started its descent into vinegar. A slight breeze blew through the cavern, carrying fresh air down into the depths though what was likely some ventilation path down in the mountains. And along it, it carries the scent of the orc that had invaded her tunnel. It would take a while for it to reach her snout, and longer still for her to make her way back up to the cavern where her treasure lays.
Upon that smell tickling over her gooey nostrils, the dragon sits back from what she was doing and takes a deep breath of it. A low growl sounds from her chest, unheard to all deep within the cavern, but she certainly was not happy. Carrying a number of new treasures in her chest, floating along with the organs in her slime, she begins to make her way back up to the surface. She'd come out of one of those other two tunnels when she reached there, but the orc would have near half an hour to enter the chamber and begin to claim some of her hoard._

10:16 Incubus as an orc snuffed out his flame as he approached the dragons horde, taking a potion from his bandolier and quaffing it down quickly, he could see with perfect clarity now through the darkness. Its duration was short, and would only last enough time for him to make it back to the surface. as he went deeper and deeper into the earth, the strong odor of the dragon blinded his nose. he was certainly on the right path.
Coming to a more spacious room ahead, the orc stopped and peered inside to the best his stealth would allow. he had found the motherload for sure. glittering gold, trinkets and baubles of all kinds, many of which were covered in a layer of ooze, but it could at the very least be cleaned! Better yet, the dragon was gone! His saftey solidified, the orc casually walked right into the room and crouched down at the pile of gold and gemstones and began the long process of stuffing his coin purse.*

10:37 Acrasia had made her way back to main passageway of the cave now, and takes another sniff of the air. Yes, that orc certainly had made his way into her private chamber, and it seemed like he still was there. And what were those useless kobolds of her's doing anyways? She'd have to have a word with thiem once she deals with this intruder. Her thunderous footsteps are muffled to soft squelches as her maleable feet come down on the slimy ooze floor. Steadily she makes her way into the chamber, trainling yet a new layer of slime behind her. There was no sneaking for her to be sure, and as she enters into the main cavern, her presense is easily visible in the light.
The oozy body is clouded charcoal down towards the core, with a strange smokeyness that obscures light from penetratining more than a couple inces deep. Along her outline though, where the light shows through, it catches glints of purple and red, almost like an aura. She's not quite spotted the creature yet, but her gaze sweeps across the ground, searching._

10:42 Incubus could hear the dragon coming, the loud squelching of ooze against ooze signaling her approach. the doppleganger takes cover to best of his ability, hiding behind a mountainous pile of gold and other treasures. he dared a peek around the corner of the where he was hiding to catch site of the beast while it was looking the other way. He only looked long enough to observe its form and colour before ducking back down. with bated breath, the doppleganger simply had to wait for the dragon to leave

10:54 Acrasia narrows her eyes as she searches around the room, seeking out the creature that she knew was hear, but did not see right away. "I know you're here little orc. Come out and maybe I'll let you go. Perhaps you're just here to present me an offering, and not here to raid my treaure," she offers, grinning. Her mouth has no teeth in them, though there are ridges along the gumlines like a continuous molar for gripping her treats. The dragon knows her treasure well, and as she looks, she spots a pile that has clearly been disturbed, as the slimed layer has been removed to reveal more glimmering peices beneath. Her eyes settle upon the pile where she thinks Incubus is hiding, waiting for him to show himself.

11:23 < Incubus> //sorry for the short response. i had some distractions come up and im getting ready for work as well. top of the hour i will have to disappear for an hour to go to work

11:42 Incubus remained unmoving. he had to come up with something and fast. a spell. a potion. a bluff. something to save his hide from the dragon. He had gone alone so that the riches would be his alone. not to mention that the others were only capable of slowing him down and foiling the scent portion of his plan. from behind the the pile of gold, a melody, played upon a flute, began to echo through the chamber. a soothing melody that while not magical in nature, seemed to produce a disarming nature about it. The orc rose from his hiding place, tune still being played as he eyed the featureless 'face' of the dragon*

11:42 < Incubus> //there we go. put in a little more to go off of

11:44 < Acrasia> (sorry am nomphing lunch

11:59 Acrasia twitches her ears towards the mound of treasure she'd been eying as the soothing soung rises up to her ears. Her open mouthed grin softens from the tune, and her eyes gleam at him less feircly than they had been first upon his intrusion. She stalks forward towards him and uses her tail to sweep his body such that its right at her feet. The newer slime has a slightly sweeter smell to it, as it clings to his form, extruded off of her body. She looks down at the orc now, calling upon her magical vision to see if she could detect anything oddly arcane about him. At least it seemed like she was not going to instantly bring her fury down upon the creature. "So then, tell me, why have you come here creature? Do you know where it is you tread?"

12:07 < Incubus> //will respond when I've made it to work in 1 hour.

12:07 < Acrasia> (no worries!

13:07 < Incubus> /buzz. Gimme a minute to read and get situated at work

13:08 < Acrasia> (squelch

13:37 Incubus finds the push of the dragons tail had forced the orc to stumble, his tune ending on a bad note as he focused on keeping his balance. Various auras protruded from the orc, most notably those of conjuration and enchantments.* "ahhhhhh, the legends of your beauty speak true, lady Acrasia." *the bard bows* "My name Is Huru, Huru the Poetic, and I came here to observe your beauty so that I may sing and write songs and poems of you to share throughout the land!" *the orc innocently adjusts his clothing, including his bag of holding, deceptively hiding the bounty of stolen riches within its otherwise even folds.*

13:49 Acrasia admittedly did not see anything out of the ordinary on the creature as far as the enchanantments go, all very normal for adventurers, as her collection of gear amongst her own piles could attest to. She did, however, look rather nonplussed at his flattery though as her eyes had seen previosly the way her hord had presently been disturbed. Even still, she could abide by some flattery for her own amusement. "While your words are kind, pray tell, why is it that you did not announce yourself at my doorstep and wait for me or my servants to beckon you in. It is rather brash for you to welcome yourself into my home as such, Huru." Her eyes look past him now to narrow on the gleaming deslimed spot on her treasure. "You wouldnt have instead happened to have been intending on running off with something that isnt yours, now would you?" Her eyes wander back down to him, gauging his reaction for any tells fo what she believes she already knows.

14:21 Incubus says, "Well you see I tried to rather recently, but was hurried off by hostile kobolds, undoubtedly because of my appearance. *he gestured to himself. His story was vague enough to line up with any reported intruders, provided there were any, and he certainly hoped so.* I knew that In order to get to you, I'd have to take a more subtle approach. Besides, theres always a chance you could have been immediately hostile! *he gestures with both arms as he weaves his tales, casually walking from side to side as he does so, each time allowing himself to comfortably get closer and closer to the exit and completely sidestepping the question of any stolen valuables by derailing the conversation with stories and compliments.*

14:36 Acrasia did not really let him get any closer to the exit, as she made sure to keep her tail between hims and the path on out of the cave. "If you thought that I might be immidiately hostile, then why would you dare risk upsetting me by coming into my cave?" She basks in his flattery for a little longer as he regales her unitl finlaly she sighs and brings one of her claws down onto the orc, narrowing his eyes. "Enough of your words, ork. I gave you ample opportunity to return your stolen goods, and yet you persist. I guess I shall just have to retireve them myself, and now there will be no mercy, no chance to grovel and appease me." Her claw deforms around him much like ah leotard, if it were clamped down with enough weight to keep him immobile.

14:45 Incubus replies, 'Ah but you see, that's just the kind of risks you have to take a ba-aaah!' *the Orc let out a Yelp as you grabbed hold of him tightly. The good had been held in the bag of holding, and while the orc was already scheming an explanation, there was doubt hed get to explain it as he already began to wiggle and squirm in your grasp*

15:00 Acrasia Feels a familiar magic moving beneath some clothing beneath her grasp, and creates a tendril of goo to the bag free of the fabric with a rip and a pop of the belt. It skitters across the floor and lands a few feet away. "This is perhaps where you put my horde isnt it?" She uses her other claw to invert the bag, and sure enough the contents spill out across the floor, revealing the slimed treasure from its interior. "So...what do you have to say for yourself now?"

15:21 Incubus offers, "W-well you see, i-i was hoping to strike a bargin! In exchange for my works, that was going to be the amount I asked for!" *the excuse was paper thin at best, and at worst a sorry attempt of a lie.* while I'd love to sing and write of you all day long, i have taxes to pay!

15:29 Acrasia narrows her eyes at the ork and increases the pressure on him till she can feel his ribs begin to creak beneath her form and possibly more than that. "Free goodies from a dragon's horde? That is quite the bargain I'd say, one might even call it a steal. You see, bard, i am a fair creature, and might have let you off with a sacrifice to me, had you come clean immidiately, but now...well I cant really let theives get away now, can I?" She grins toothlessly down at the ork and lifts him up. Then she tosses him hard across the cave towards a wall, before following him on over there at her own daunting pace.

15:38 Incubus yells as hes tossed from one side of the room to the other, landing with a solid thud and collapsing in the treasure beneath him. When you did come into view, you would find not a orc, but a doppelganger, struggling to his hooves. He looks up at you with his large white eyes, lacking any pupils to them, and with the utterance of a few arcane words the bug all but vanished from sight. He was not aware of your ability to perceive his magic as he treaded carefully away to avoid disturbing any of the coin beneath this feet, less he give away his position*

15:50 Acrasia is astonished to find that the ork has disapeared, an in its place is actually a changeling. She'd heard of these creatures before, from stories of other dragons, but this was her first time ever actually seeing any, as they came from a fairly far away place. This moment of surprise is all that the new creature actually needs to cast his spell, however, and soon he's gone. The dragon growls in anger, a deep roar that resounds through the cavnerns, one tha tsurely wakes her minions and lets them know that she's unhappy. Then her visiion flicks, and she's percieving auras once more. It takes her about a minute to locate the bug and at that point she charges forwards towards him. Her gooey body aheres just fine to the otherwize haazardous surface of the cave.

15:56 Incubus thought he was hidden. The scrambling of ooze against a mountain of coin was the only warning the bug had that he had been found. He scampers forward quickly as you rush over the avalanche of gold, diving out of the way as your body splatters against the wall, quickly rebounding as if unfazed by the collision while the bug is still trying to pick himself back up. He scrambles across the gold as he tries to make toward the door, only to trip on the loose coins beneath his hooves, slipping and falling over

16:03 Acrasia finds herself quick to make use of this grave error, and scoops the invisible being up into her claw and holds him many feet above the ground. She softense up the palm of her wrist until he sinks down far enough into her body that there's no way he was going to escape without her wetting him go. Her tongue snakes out now as her head draws near, wrapping the bug in a tight curl and drawing out his flavor, before finally withdrawing, leaving the musty wine smell of her ooze in its wake. "I've never had changeling before...but I cant say I'm disapointed." She regards him with predatory eyes.

16:20 < Incubus> //whether it hurts enough to cause a reaction, such as dropping the bug, or is but a toothpick pressed against you is for you to decide.

16:20 Incubus , still invisible, squirms in your grasp, his legs flailing in the confines of the goo that surrounds much of his form. With great effort, his teeth gritted as he groans from the exertion, the doppelganger manged to get just little bit of one forehoof free. Enough so that with a flick of his arm and by the magical glow of his horn, the changeling now brandished a enchanted dagger, which quickly found its home buried in your form. Even for being a gelatinous being, the enchanted dagger could still be felt.*

16:25 < Incubus> //whether it hurts enough to cause a reaction, such as dropping the bug, or is but a toothpick pressed against you is for you to decide.

16:52 Acrasia breaks into a hearty laughter as her feels the dagger pierce into her body. Sure, it stung, but only in the same manner as a bee sting or a paper cut. "Is that all you've got you pathetic creature? You really blew your chance not devoting yourself to me.." At this the dragon raises the creature above her head and opens up her mighty jaws, big enough to easily fit an entire pony inside of them. Bits of purple goop ooze from teh ceiling and drip down into the dark depths of her throat. At this point she pushes him free, plumetting him the short distance into her jaws, which snap shut behind him. Only a little light is let thorugh through the translucent jawline, while her tongue curls all over the adventurer.

16:55 Incubus shrieked with fear as he plummeted into the maw, the jaws sealing in his doom unceramoniously as he struggles to find solid ground inside the beasts maw as that long tongue lavishes over him, coating him in a layer of that musty wine smelling ooze. With his dagger still stuck in the dragons arm, he had no wait to fight back against the tongues onslaught

17:03 Acrasia plays around with him in her maw, swishing him back and forth between her cheeks and over her gummed ridge line. For being made of goo, her skin was incredibly solid when she watned it to be, and she made sure he felt it as she grinds his body against the surfaces of her mouth. To his shrieks she answers with a soft rumble of enjoyment that fills his ears as it travesl through her body. Soon enough, he's entirely coated in her slightly coool goop, though unlike most ooze creatures, she's not instntly acidic to his form.

17:23 Incubus was as disgusted as he was terrified. He always imagined hed go out charmed by a succubus or corrupted by a powerful artifact, but never did he imagine his life ending inside the belly of a goo dragon. The goop was heavy as it clung against his fur like gelatinous weights trying to pin him down and sink him into the cool throat just behind him

17:27 Acrasia grows tired of messing with her meal and finally tilts her head back, feeling the stallion sliding the short distance to her throat. THen with a flick of the tongue and a loud gulp, she seals him away in the tube, which contracts behind him, drawing him down further and furthe rinto the belly of the beast. He couldnt even be seen at this point as he plops down into her large belly, falling into the myriad of juices, some of which certainly far more caustic than the rest of her slime has been so far.

17:33 Incubus , Though he does his best to fight it, cant find any solid wall to lodge himself against as hes pulled deepear and deeper into the dragon,the walls of the throat squeeze on him as he passes, which combined with the odor around him is almost dizzying. He lands with a plop in the dragons gut without even making a bulge in her form. He kneads at the walls around him, whimpering and pleading to kara for her mercy. The stomach, quickly turning into his tomb, was none the least bit comfortable, only allowing him to stand by the nature of his short height compared to a human. The bug shook a hoof, trying to free himself of that stinging sensation against it. Without ida's resist energy spell, the bug could already feel his energy being drained. Without quick relief, he would surely perish*

17:54 Acrasia rumbles around her treat and trots on over to her new pile of treasure she's aquired from his bag, in addition to replacing what he'd taken in its spots from before. Once she's finsished wiht it, she ruptures the bag of holding to prevent any would be theif from using ti to make off with her goods. From then on, the dragon resumes the rest of her day, heading to the kobolds whom she'd summoned. Incubus can hear the dragon chewing out her servants in draconic. MEanwhile the stomach continues to fill with more and more of the acidic goop, which steadily works to deprive the changeling of his life and form. THe smell in there is far more acrid than on the outside, with a scent much closer to that of bile.

18:15 Incubus grimaces. the process is as slow as the stench is unrelenting. The bug paces to and fro attempting frequently to call out to any one of kara, his goddess, his companions, or to plead with the dragon herself. Time was running short. He was uncertain he was being heard inside the gut of the colossal beast. Eventually the bug could no longer bare to stand, slouching over against the side of the dragons walls, feeling the ooze run over him as he closes his eyes to meet his end, submerged and melted in the exotic dragons stomach acid until all that remained was bones and magical gear. The doppelganger bard had been churned into nutrients, never to sing, write, play, or dance ever again. His party would never know the fate

18:23 < Incubus> of the bard

18:56 < Incubus> //if theres anything post you want to do, the go right ahead. Just spare me the excessive detail on anything disposal related.

18:58 < Acrasia> (Sorry was having dinner with skies

19:00 Acrasia has largely forgotten about the bard by the time it makes its presence known to her once more. Having failed to swallow one of her magic stones, there was only a little left to deposit. Heading to her bit of bones she relaxes her tail and lets the chinin of the bug slip free, along with the gear that he'd kept on thim. They all clatter into a neat pile, cleaned of everything and left pale white. There she picks out his gear and leaves the rest, grinning at her new catch. "And this is why you dont mess with a dragon's treasure."

19:11 < Acrasia> lovely bug! 😄

21:01 < Incubus> sorry after i left work (right when oyu posted that), i drove an hour to get home and then had dinner.

21:02 < Incubus> rip bug boi. tasty boi made into goo boi