• Solo • Were The Wild Things Are

[Adam Michaels]

1st of Zi'da 716


He found himself heading towards a bar of his own personal liking the kind that wasn't rubble preferably, those biqak women were a little rowdy and full of fire but Adam reveled in the element of danger as everyone seemed to want to put there hands on him as of late but that kind of shit kept him on his toes and made the game interesting. But when it was all said and done it was just the way he liked it booze wenches and mayhem. Although his mind was adrift with the idea of using mental sorcery on this particular woman with particular information he found particularly enticing. Maybe hed make this Tresha whatever her last name was, his little puppet so he may fight her beneath the sheets, he reckoned he could win that sort of duel if he got her on her back and ended it with a solid thrust from his hips after all as a grappler he relied on the mount as much as he did as a seducer.

It was all part of the same game really.

When he met Tresha at the bar he took a seat next to her as they exchanged glances before commencing to words. Her attire screamed adventurer, and although her gear was well worn and broken in he was certain that underneath those layers there was something tasty to snack on begging to be broken in aswell.

He came in close where his hot breath rolled seductively down her neck and a gentle whisper was ushered each verb sending trilly tingles that rolled down her spine and flushed her cheeks red.

"Didn't know you'd be sexy too."

Is all that Adam had to say before he smiled looking into her eyes and as he did so he also delved within himself to usher the magic of empathy from his spark that gently rested within him, it was a type of social sorcery that ate away at the mind like carrion worms with emotions conjured by the use of ether. Invisible strands of raw genuine emotion that bled from his being were woven like a spiders web fabricating the tapestry of lust he knew so well. He smiled genuinely as he looked into her eyes as his magic assaulted the psyche of her mind like toxic venom filling her head with all kinds of scandalous thoughts as the emotion bore it's way into her mind scape as if it had been her own. It was the simple Empathic technique known as strum that harped, on lust and desire creating the suggestion within her tangle that she wanted to sleep with him.

As Adam took a drink of his ale, he watched the woman's mindset through her own wavering emotions. As colors faded in and out as her mind wrapped itself around the concept of desiring the man before her as it knelt in submission as his gentle plucking with strum exasperated her will to bend to the magic as they unearthed from her tangle threads of passion and lust. It was all to easy to manipulate these impulsive fun loving types they hadn't the discipline or meditative skill to thwart back such sinister advances.

Although he was happy allowing the woman to suddenly start fawning over him like she had some kind of puppy dog crush he found the concept interesting to wonder if it was himself, the alcohol or magic that emboldened the otherwise self contained woman to act on her desires that were once Adams. He was more interested in the adventure into the cavern. And while it pleased him to watch the woman try and pursuade him to the rooms upstairs by touching his hand and giving him a sultry social cues like she wanted to just skip the drinks and quest and go directly to bed.

All the while Adam attempted to pursuade the woman otherwise and get back on track as he was quick to assert himself as a professional. Although as a courtesan trekking into dark holes seemed to be a specialty of his and he couldn't deny the fact that this was going to be easy money.

"As much as I like where your trying to go with this, I believe we have business to attend too first I am a professional afterall but maybe later we can discuss pleasure, yes?"

[Adam Michaels]

The woman frowned a bit in dissapointment, as Adam kept her advances at bay. As he knew at this point he could have Tresha whenever he wanted her. And for some reason there was something mildly pathetic about the whole thing, desperation was just so unattractive even if he did intend to take a bite out of what she offered of herself to him and walk away with a frw of her coins in the process. The truth of it was he just wouldn't be able to respect it or even take her seriously, even though he was using empathy to enhance his talent in seduction.

He was working on a new seduction technique, that revolved around bluffing and making the other think that they were messing up the more he asserted the actual quest the reason for there meeting the more she seemed to clamor in desperation to have what was becoming more and more out of reach, as if obtaining a night with him was reconciling with herself that she was indeed attractive.

It didn't matter though as Adam probed her tangle as he began implementing a new technique called knotting, trying to retrieve those lecherous threads he strummed from her tangle and tie down resistance like doubt and fear knotting them and submerging them in her tangle. Leaving the original threads of lust he strummed to glow green as an even more potent surge of emotion emenated from her being as he assaulted her psyche with disciplined resolve removing resistance as if suggesting to her that this was fate or destiny.

A wry smile that only a seducer of his caliber could give to help conceal his malevolent meddlings as empathy harmoniously entwined itself in a symbiotic relationship with his skill as a seducer. Boring domain magic into the meat of her brain like carrion worms that wriggled voraciously within the confines of her skull it was there something beneath the surface like an itch that could not be scratched.

After the affliction to Treshas mind, Adam noted her aggression as she forcefully kissed him and slipped her tongue in his mouth, a simple want was turned into a need that required fulfilling and Adam had no qualms about using her, his magic or skill to sleep with her and take her nels.

"I guess we can go upstairs then, I figure we can discuss things in better detail away from this noise. You wouldn't happen to have some coins on your person with you? I seem to have forgotten my purse. "

Being a Courtesan didn't mean he had to be open about the exchange of coin for his particular set of services, especially when he could manipulate the playing field. A shrewd hand like this didn't make it obvious to his intended mark that he was going to drink, eat, and sleep with her all the while filling his coffers with a trickling of her coin here and there this evening.

He got up with his mug of ale, and carried on upstairs with his new meal ticket.

[Whisper]

Adam Michaels

Awarded Points

Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 0/5
Structure: 5/5
These points can/cannot be spent in magic

Awarded Knowledge

Empathy: Combining with Seduction
Empathy: Strum
Seduction: A Smile to Hide Manipulations
Seduction: Bluffing
Seduction: Using a Target’s Emotions Against Her

Awarded Extras

Loot & Losses	Injuries
None	Overstepping: headache, dizziness, depression.
Fame	Devotion
None	None

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Comments

So I feel like some of the dangers of empathy are lost on you. It says clearly in the KB that Empathy requires constant attention to meditation/endurance or related skills. The language you use in this thread is beautiful in description, because it is so powerful. Yet is is because it is so powerful that, arguably, your character should be bowled over by the sensations too, as he doesn't have the control to just ignore those emotions. Please think on that when continuing your exploration of this magic.

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