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The scene before Dinorah was absolutely horrific. The entire day had been spent in preparation of the evening ritual, one that occurred maybe once in any of the women’s long lifetimes. It wasn’t until this moment that Dinorah realized just how sinister the ritual was, and how mentally, physically, and emotionally taxing it could be on the family going through the ancient notions. In her old age, Dinorah had seen this one other time, and she, like the rest of her city, was swept up in the ritualistic chanting and cheering. Her heart sank into her gut as she wept silently for her own daughter, and for those victims of the more recent past; that of whom she had seen, and of a more ancient past; countless others before her. Dinorah shuttered as she wept, suppressing the urge to stand before the crowd and cast down it’s Quei Saggi, and this entire event, but she knew even the utterance of such would be considered treason, and she’d suffer until the end of her days for such free thinking.
Per Soffocare la Fiamma. The weather was eerily perfect for such an event. The sky was flooded grey with overcast, and a light drizzle trickled down to the earth, coating Ardea in a soft glaze. She was hanging upside down from a wooden contraption, something that looked as if only a century ago, people would be hanged for witchcraft from it. Her ankles were bound together, and her hands were tied behind her back at the wrists. She was stripped of all clothing, her pale naked body glistening with moisture from the light the bouncing torches of her chanting friends, family, and fellow villagers cast, as well as the large copper bowl to her right that did burn bright with fire. It was big enough to roast three people alive, and somehow Ardea prayed for such a fate to befall her. A long, firey plume of hair swayed with the light breeze, nearly doubling the length of the victim. The dreary weather intensified the scene, adding an aura as dismal as the outlook for it’s victim. Ardea. With dignity did she hang from the thick wooden contraption. The same wooden contraption her mother was forced to build over the past week. Hanging by the same rope her mother was forced to entwine. Her eyes remained clenched shut. She couldn’t look at her mother, it was far too sad. Whether her face soaked of rain-water or from an overwhelming sadness she couldn’t be sure. But something in Ardea’s heart suggested the latter.
Inevitably, the fire began to dwindle, and eventually, in a final tuft of smoke the flame subsided, albeit early because of the rain. Per Soffocare la Fiamma. To Smother the Flame. Ardea; though her eyes were closed, could feel the sudden lack of welcoming warmth to her right, and she knew her time on this earth was coming to a close. A week prior Ardea returned to her village, and was since then an outcast. Every girl in the village had to undergo a ritual known as Sacrificare Cerchi. She was to return with a beast at least twice her size to sacrifice to the great, yet jealous Goddess on which they built their city. Ardea, a mere 5’7” was at least two feet shorter than every other woman in the village; all of which had an overly muscular physique, and fiery red hair, like Ardea’s. It was predicted, not only by the other citizens of her village, but by the Quei Saggi themselves, as early as her birth that she would fail this test. Their fears were confirmed when she failed to grow past pre-adolescence. And when she returned empty-handed, she was immediately tossed into a holding cell. The ceremony would continue, regardless of the lack of hunted meat for which to sacrifice to their goddess Il Serpente.
She was to be that sacrifice.
Ardea was snapped back into reality as a thick tail shot forth from the hole over which she dangled and coiled about her chest, continuing down her body to her naval. Ardea gasped in surprise, but she did not scream or struggle. If her mother’s handiwork could last an entire minute, she’d be saved, and she’d get a second chance at life! It meant that the Quei Saggi were wrong, and so was everyone else! If that wooden… Snap! Only ten seconds into the process and the wood began to splinter. Dinorah wept openly now as her architectural prowess was failing her faster than she could have ever predicted. Crunch! The wood cracked, and was now hanging by what could be described as little more than a thread!
The tail yanked violently on it’s catch. It was a small morsel, but a meal nonetheless. If Ardea could not give Il Serpente death, then Ardea was not worthy of the life granted to her. One more tug should do it! One more hard pull and this one would be hers. And with that, the serpent’s tail yanked forcefully downwards, and the wood splintered and snapped in half. Ardea began the plunge into the dark hole of her Goddess, and Dinorah clenched her eyes shut and roared in anguish as the wood collapsed under the strength of Il Serpente.
Suddenly, a purple light pierced through those eyelids, and the crowd’s chanting stopped in horror. Dinorah opened her eyes just in time to witness her daughter enveloped in some sort of bright, violet vortex, and then she was gone!
Dinorah shoved the other dumbfounded patrons out of her way as she made her way to the front of the crowd and the edge of the circle. She peered into the hole, but saw nothing. “What witchcraft is this!?” One of the Quei Saggi exclaimed at the top of his lungs. The only four men in the city were the Quei Saggi. “Dinorah, what have you done with Ardea?!”
Dinorah turned to face his hooded majesty, but offered no explanation, only tears and confusion.
In a dark room, somewhere millions of miles and even more years away, Ardea lay on her side, still naked, still bound, and horrified. What happened?! “Where am I!?” She called out, demanding an explanation. The room was lit solely by a dim red bulb, a lewd spotlight setting Ardea’s naked body ablaze in it’s light.
“You are meant for more, Ardea.” The voice came from a speaker, amplified in a corner of the room somewhere. Clearly the room was big, as the booming megaphone cast quite the echo. “You will work for me, Red. We will make beautiful money together.”
No one but Ardea and The Teacher knew of what went on for the next few years of her life, but when she finally emerged from the underground sanctuary The Teacher had provided for her, she emerged an assassin. A mercenary, with startling accuracy. Why The Teacher had called her forth, expended so much time and resource into saving her from an entirely different time period than his own, she was unsure. But he had, and for that, she was grateful. She was given new life. And now…
She could bring Il Serpente death.
Backstory coming soon! Until that is up...
Preferences!
Wrestling
Nagas (Especially being forced into strange positions and constricted, and of course, it's great for the preference below...)
Smothering/Strangulation (But not with hands... A bit picky with this one. Ask!)
Oral Vore!
Clean Anal Vore!
Facesitting!
Headscissors!
Spider girls!
Octogirls!
But feel free to come at me with any ideas you may have. :3
Nayru's Vore Battle!
Traits
Go for the Gold
Ardea's idea of a satisfying kill is only takes a second or two to finish. She cannot be affected by negative modifiers for her first turn (including her own), and she gets a +3 to her first roll.
Armamanet Adjusted
Ardea is used to weaponry. Rifles, more specifically. Her aim is deadly accurate, but her hand-to-hand is lacking significantly. Because of this, she nets a permanent -2 to all of her rolls.
Irrational Fear
Due to several past experiences, whenever Ardea is up against a naga or an octopus of any kind, she nets a further -1 to all of her rolls.
Tenacity
Ardea has an additional 2 health, giving her a total of 12 HP.
Opportunist
Ardea's profession is dependent upon taking opportunities, whenever available. If Ardea ever rolls a 20 (this is despite her -2, so what would be an 18, is not a 20, got it?), she instantly holds her opponent, and they are stunned for their next turn! However, she's not unaffected by this. If she rolls a 1 (this INCLUDES her -2, so a 1-3 realistically), her opponent gains the upper hand, and she is stunned for her next turn! Scary stuff...
Abilities
Smother
Gotta have this! Ardea uses one of her plump assets to smother the life out of her opponent. She must be holding her opponent. If she wins the roll, she begins the smothering process. A 1-5 and she manages to miss, and is instantly held by her opponent! A 6-10 and she does 1 dmg per turn, and her opponent is placed with another -1. 11-15 and it is 2 dmg, and -1 to their rolls. A 16-20 and it's 3 dmg, and a -2! Ardea cannot kill her opponent in this fashion.
Headscissors
Ardea wraps her plush thighs about her opponent's head and neck, and begins to gradully squeeze the life from them. She must be holding her opponent to attempt this move. A 1-7 and she fails, and is stunned for a turn. An 8-12 and she catches her opponent and does 2 dmg per turn. A 13-20 and she does 3 dmg per turn. After the damage is calculated, she need only beat her opponent's roll to hold them in (i.e., she rolls once to figure the damage, and then that damage remains until her opponent escapes). She cannot kill her opponent in this fashion, and it can only last 3 turns. If her opponent is scissored for three turns, and she rolled a 13-20, they net a permanent -2.
Rear Naked Choke
Ardea latches onto her opponent's back and begins to strangle them!Can only be attemped when Ardea is holding her opponent. A 1-6 and she is thrown over her opponent's shoulder and stunned for a turn. A 7-12 and she gets a decent hold of them, and does 2 damage a turn. A 13-20 and she gets a great hold, does 3 dmg a turn, and her opponent gets a -2 to their next roll after they escape the hold. This can only last 3 turns, and cannot kill her opponent.
A Little Somethin' Extra
When Ardea has them locked into a rear naked choke, she can begin to nibble, bite, or suck on their ear or neck. This will send her opponent into a slightly docile state, reducing their struggles and thus, their chances! A 1-8 and she bites too hard, and her opponent throws her off and holds her. A 9-20 and she succeeds, and her opponent yields a -2 until they escape.
Hair Vore
If Ardea's hair gets a bit greasy, she has to take care of it somehow, right? Well, if she so desires, that long, luscious red hair can envelope and digest prey entirely! She must be holding her opponent to begin this process. If she rolls a 1-8, regardless of her opponent's roll, her hair gets tangled and she spends the next turn combing and straightening it (she is stunned for her next turn). If she rolls a 9-20 and beats her opponents roll she snags her opponent in her locks, and they earn a -2 to their next roll (if she loses, she is now held). They must roll a 10 or higher to escape before becoming engulfed. Afterwards, they net a -3 and take 4 damage per turn! They won't lose the -3 until they've escaped the last phase. Her hair isn't fiery red for nothing!
[[Ardea holds B]]>>[[Ardea rolls a 15, beating her opponents roll and begins to tangle them. Her opponent nets a -2 this round.]]>>[[Ardea completely engulfs them, and they earn a -3]]>>[[If her opponent escapes, they go back to the moderately tangled phase, and have a -2. If not, they take damage here.]]
Hair Bondage
If Ardea feels as though her opponent is... a little too feisty, she can tangle them in those luscious red locks! She must be holding her opponent (or smothering or headscissoring, basically, must be on attack mode), and beat their roll. If she rolls a 1-5 her hair becomes tangled and she is stunned her next turn. A 6-10 and her opponent is lightly tangled and they get a -1 until they beat Ardea's roll. A 10-15 and they earn a -2 modifier and take 1 constriction damage. A 16-20 and they have a -3 and take 2 constriction damage a turn!
Score Card 0-1
1. Ardea vs. Amanda - Ardea fought valiantly against Amanda. In fact, the redheaded warrior managed to wear Amanda down to only 1 HP, when she herself still had 10! Alas, All it took was one mistake. Ardea found herself lost in those beautiful breasts of the succubus, and after a full four rounds of desperately trying to escape, Ardea was wrapped up by legs, arms, tail, and wings in Amanda's smothering finisher! When she awoke, she was bound, drenched in some sauce, and eaten headfirst. Ardea will have her revenge!