You open your eyes and find yourself tied up in a cave with what sounds to be a group of goblins just barely out of earshot.
Your starting stats are as follows:
Health: 100 Stamina: 100 Maximum Mana: 50 Current Mana: 0 Defence: 5
Strength: 10 Agility: 10 Speed: 10 Vitality: 10 Intelligence: 10 Wisdom: 10 Charisma: 10 Luck: 10
Your starting power stages are as follows:
Physical aura: Beginner stage Magic Tier: 1st tier
There are also many hidden stats and traits.
You suddenly feel a surge of energy and a deep sense of recklessness. "Oi! You! Goblins, you're bunch of sissies!" They looked over and had angered expressions on their faces. "Wha-Who you calling Sissies! You're the sissy Human!" I merely snorted and gave them the middle finger. "Nope! You all are, go lick the anals of your friends, you fucking shit talker. You nothing but a living walking piece of green shit, you even stink like it!"
"Insolent human!" One goblin says as he rushes towards you with a knife raised, followed by another two who jump on you. You barely have time to react before they start pummeling and stabbing at you.
I kicked in the face that sends it flying, I grabbed one and started tossing him around, grabbing knife of another as I grappled the smaller goblin around, overpowering as I then threw him around. "What th-" I cut the goblin off with a high kick that knocked him right out, double punching one that knocked the goblin down. Literally I just started beating living shit out of them till they were left groaning in pain, laying on the ground in a heap. "Like I said, you're all a bunch of sissies. I'm the goddamn Tiger! I fight guys far tougher than you all are." Revealing my MMA status
The goblins who are still alive cower in fear as you show them your prowess. One of them, looking somewhat intimidated, speaks up, "You... you know magic? We can spare your life." They seem to be implying that they could make things even worse for you if they wanted to.
I answered him by straight up punching him out, laying a hard punch that cracked his whole face up. "Now, is there anything else?" Making clear the subject of magic didn't fear me. "Man, this human is like a Nordic Barbarian!" I grinned at that. "I'm a descendant of Nordics, Sissy. You're looking at a man whose descendant from infamous warriors and conquerors. I like to do my ancestors proud." Making them all react with more fear
The goblins hesitate for a moment before one of them eventually speaks up. "Very well... we will spare you. But you must leave this cave immediately. And if we ever see your face again..." The goblin growls menacingly, leaving the threat hanging in the air.
You have a few options now:
I punched him out again, laying hard out, moving to then pick up two more Goblings and started throwing them around, literally using one like pair of nunchalks. "AAAAAAAHHHH!" Screamed the Goblin as I kept smacking each of the Goblins around, once again leaving each one moaning in pain as they now couldn't move. "I leave when I want, deepshit. I'm taking your shit, where's your damn money. Give it now!"
One of the goblins reluctantly hands you a small pouch containing some coins. "Take it and leave!" he growls, clearly not happy about parting with his hard-earned treasure. As you take the bag, the fire casts its warm light across your skin, revealing any physical enhancements that may have resulted from your fighting style or warrior abilities.
You see a glow starting to emanate from your hands and limbs. The more you fight, the stronger it gets, until eventually you reach a point where even the slightest touch inflicts pain upon those who dare face you in combat. This aura of destruction increases not only your physical strength but also your speed, making you an unstoppable force on the battlefield.
As you continue to fight and grow stronger, each new level of mastery brings with it even greater power and dominance over all those who dare stand against
"Ooh. I like this." I widely grin, looking down at the Goblin. "Well then, mighty thanks Sissy. First before I leave, what's this land I'm in, and the nearest town. Do that and I won't rip your balls off and slap them on ya shit face."
The goblin who just handed you the pouch reluctantly answers your question, "This is Gromdor, and the nearest human village is about a day's journey to the north." The other goblins snicker at his answer, obviously not trusting him. You can tell that he doesn't want to give away any more information than necessary.
I slapped them hard that stopped the laughful. "What other races are there around here Sissy?"
The goblin who just handed you the pouch reluctantly answers your question, "This is Gromdor, and the nearest human village is about a day's journey to the north." The other goblins snicker at his answer, obviously not trusting him. You can tell that he doesn't want to give away any more information than necessary.
The surrounding lands of Gromdor are home to various races and creatures. To the east lies a great forest dominated by elves, who practice magic in harmony with nature. The south is home to dwarves, who have built their kingdoms beneath the surface, crafting legendary weapons and armor. To the west are orcs, known for their brutal strength and savagery.
Of course, there are other races as well, such as halflings, gnomes, half-elves, and even some humans who have chosen to live among
"Hmmm sounds like I'm in mix of Tamriel and Azeroth. Neat. Alright you sissies, I better not find ya all causing shit for innocent people, or I'll be back. You got it?" I lifted the Goblin up and glared at him hard as I had him up high.
The goblins, still cowering in fear, reluctantly agree to your terms. They don't seem particularly happy about it, but they know better than to defy someone who has just defeated them so easily. As you turn around and begin to leave the cave, you hear one of them mutter something about keeping an eye on you from afar.
The wind carries you through the dark forest outside, blowing leaves and twigs across your path. The stars above twinkle brightly, guiding your way through the pitch-black night. You can already feel the power coursing through your veins, preparing you for whatever challenges lie ahead in this dangerous land.
"Ah, that's a nice rock." Picking it up, I look back at the cave and threw it, hitting the Goblin that muttered about me. "Ha! Bullseye. Time to get going, hmm I wonder if I can do cheat-codes?"
You wonder if there might be some sort of hidden code or incantation that could grant you special powers in this world. It seems plausible, given the presence of magic and other supernatural forces. However, you'd need to conduct thorough research and experimentation before discovering anything concrete. For now, your best course of action would be to continue exploring the lands of Gromdor and interacting with its various inhabitants, learning more about their cultures and customs as you go.
As you wander through the forest, you come across a clearing where several ancient ruins are scattered around. The stonework is covered in vines and moss, but it's still possible to make out runes etched into the walls. This could be an excellent place to start your search for hidden knowledge and power...
"Hey! Stop there!" Coming out into the area we're bunch of bandits, each variant species as I make out Orcs, Elves that reminded me of Wood-Elves, some kind of lizard folk, drawfs, and what reminded me of Dark Elves. "Give us your coin Traveler, or we're gut ya!" I merely gave him a look that took the Elf Bandit leader off guard. "Ya all made not a wise decision."
The leader of the bandits narrows his eyes at you. "You think you're brave, coming into our territory and challenging us?" He draws his sword and takes a threatening step forward. "We'll see how long that bravado lasts." The other bandits laugh menacingly, readying their own weapons for battle.
Your experience fighting goblins might not be enough to help you here. You could try appealing to their greed by offering them a share of your loot or suggesting they join forces with you against other powerful enemies in the area, but there's no guarantee that would work either. The only sure way out seems to be fighting your way through them.
Are you prepared for combat?
I ran up and surprised the Elf bandit with a jump kick that straight up knocked him out. Grabbing one charging at me, I combo punched him before taking him down, stomping his face before grabbing his shield and axe, attacking each of the bandits. "Holy sh-" I cut off the human bandit with a shield smash that knocked his teeth out, displaying my martial arts and MMA experience as the bandits found themselves getting their asses kicked around. Finding level challenge with a tall Female Orc that looked relatively attractive, possessing a Mohawk and was curvy with big boobs and rounded hips, she looked at me with intrigue and interest at my handy work, swinging her greatsword around. "Hmmm, you're rather good Human. I like that."
The tall female Orc, intrigued by your fighting style and bravery, approaches you with a casual swagger. "Perhaps we could come to an arrangement," she growls out between clenched teeth. "There's power in numbers, as they say." She nods at the other bandits who are still regrouping from your onslaught. "And I see you've already proven yourself quite capable of handling a fight."
You could continue fighting her and the remaining bandits alone, try to talk your way out of this situation peacefully, or attempt to form an alliance with the Orc warrior. The choice is yours.
"Hmm I'm not oppose with that. You all follow my lead, and we get bigger rewards. That sound good to ya." I stepped closer to her, feeling tinge aroused that was getting shared by the Orc
The tall female Orc leans in close, her hot breath washing over your cheek as she murmurs in a raspy voice, "It does indeed." She places a massive hand on your shoulder and smiles menacingly. "But first... a test of loyalty." Her hand tightens painfully on your flesh as her other arm swings wide, knocking several bandits aside before thrusting you forward into the melee.
Your current stats are as follows:
Health: 100 Stamina: 100 Magic Tier: -
Immediately I began fighting hard, knocking two straight out, taking hits and feeling slash of a sword cutting on my face, scaring yet making angry as I roared out, ramming into him that forced him off, meeting ahead with a Orc Raider as we pumped each other, battling till I finally headbutted him enough that he was down, laying two punches into his face for good measure. Spin-kicking another before shocking them all with a spinning jump kick that sent a small bandit flying off, smashing into stones that broke apart. "... Okay Human, we're yours to command, you're actually quite the scrappy fellow. What's your name." Now the Female Orc was deeply interested as her golden eyes looked at his green hazel eyes, I threw back my black hair. "Names Braydin Nilsson, I'm the Tiger."
The tall female Orc, Malora the Crusher to her kin, chuckles darkly at your introduction. "A fitting name for one so fierce in battle," she acknowledges with a nod before looking around at the gathered bandits. "Braydin Nilsson, then... it is decided! From this day forth, you are our leader!" She lifts her great axe into the air, signaling the start of a wild Orcish cheer that echoes through the ancient ruins.
Your new position as leader affords you certain benefits: increased respect and loyalty from your bandit followers, a share of their spoils, and even aid in battle when needed. However, it also comes with its fair share of responsibilities and potential dangers, as any failure on your part could result in the loss of everything - including your own life.
As you stand proudly before your new crew, Malora steps forward once
"Now Braydin... How about I show you to your new bed." She said husky as she stepped in close to me, returning it as I stepped in her space, ignoring shocked looks from the bandits as cupped her thick ass, I literally pressed my groin in hers as I pull her in. "Yeah, I want have a private talk. Get some runners out to nearest town, we're finding some nobles do some work."
As your new bandit crew disperses to carry out your orders, you lead Malora deeper into the ancient ruins. The towering walls are covered in vines and moss, obscuring any signs of earlier explorers or civilizations that might have once called this place home. The air is thick with the scent of nature reclaiming what was once hers.
As you wander deeper into the darkness, your senses heighten, ready for anything that might be lurking in the shadows. Malora follows close behind you, her movements fluid and confident despite her massive build. The muscles in her shoulders and arms ripple subtly beneath her leather armor as she walks.
You come to a halt when you see a flicker of light dancing on the walls ahead. Curious, you move closer only to find that it's emanating from a hidden chamber behind a collapsed stone archway.
"This is the place, and your loot. You're about live Rich Braydin." Malora showed him in, revealing a chamber with a large bed, trophies around, chests of loot, food, and to my surprise two very attractive elven women wearing lacy outfits revealing their curvy figures. "Well... I think I can get use to this."
Malora chuckles darkly at your comment and steps forward, clapping her hands together. "Excellent! Now, let's see who gets to enjoy this first." She looks pointedly at the two bound elven women as she says this, causing a stirring in your loins. It seems like everyone has their eyes on the prize.
You could continue exploring the hidden chamber and its treasures with Malora by your side, engage in some playful banter or even hint at possible future arrangements between you both, or you might decide to assert your dominance over the situation and claim what is rightfully yours...
"Now with that settled. I think we have some unfinished business do ladies." Cupping up one of Elven women's ass, scooping the other closer into me, pressing my hardening large erection in her groin that made her eyes widened yet deeply aroused. "Oh my, you're forward." The redhair one with green eyes went down on her knees to remove my pants while the black haired one with blue eyes blushed as I cup her chin, looking deep in her eyes. "I don't like wasting time. Malora, remove your clothes, we're going have a fun night." The redhair Elf removed my pants, gasping as my 12 inch cock slapped her in the face, resting on her face as she took in the scent, now realizing what she was dealing with as she looked at it in awe.
Malora laughs deeply and roughly as she obeys your command, stripping out of her leather armor and revealing a lithe yet powerful body adorned in blue scales. Her chest is bare save for several piercings and tiny blue tattoos that trail up her neck and disappear into the curls of hair around her waist. Her muscular thighs are practically uncovered by a pair of worn-out loincloths which she tosses aside with ease. The tall female Orc smirks wickedly as she approaches you, running a rough hand through your newly freed hair before pressing herself against you, her hard nipples digging into your chest.
As the other bandits watch from outside of the hidden chamber, they can't help but feel envy and desire for their leader. Malora seems to relish this power over not only them, but also these exotic women who
seem more than willing to pleasure their new master and his loyal follower. She glances over at the redhaired elf, her eyes gleaming with a predatory lust as she watches the girl worship your cock with practiced ease. Malora moans softly, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine and making your hardness ache even more for release.
With one powerful thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt inside of her, feeling her warmth and muscle contract around you as she takes you in deeply. Your movements are brutal but controlled, your body aching for release while at the same time wanting this connection with Malora to last forever. As you grind against her, your cock slides freely along her well-prepared passage, eliciting moans of pleasure from both of you.
In the background, the two elven women continue their erotic display for your
Malora claws at your back as she climaxes hard, her inner muscles clenching around you in rhythmic spasms that send waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Her breath comes hot and ragged against your neck as she rides out the aftershocks, leaning into you even more now that the initial urgency has passed. She grinds her hips against yours, drawing every last drop of pleasure from their intimate connection.
As you finally begin to find your release, your body arches and tightens, your thrusts growing harder and deeper as your seed spills deep within Malora's warmth. The female Orc moans again, this time in pure satisfaction as she feels you pouring yourself into her. Her grip on your shoulders tightens painfully, but you don't mind; it only serves to increase the intensity of the experience.