Off topic:
The following is a compilation of a quest held in YIM Conference, in which members of the terrorist organization, Entropy, took control of the last base under the control of the Black Market Corporation, ONYX. The entire quest took place in a conference over the course of two hours.

ParadigmIt had been quite some time since the Black Market organization known as ONYX has held a position that any could mistake for the top. Their leader had fallen prey to a Warlord only to end up as a corpse to some upstart Terrorist organization and, to top it all off, almost all of their bases and shipment had fallen to this same Terrorist group. However, ONYX’s current leader, Gregor Kavitch, had not given up hope. Their organization could still be salvaged and this sale was the one that would turn everything around. They had weapons, damned good weapons, weapons that would bring in top dollar.

Yes, this was just a rough patch, a momentary bump in the road. Soon, ONYX would be on top again and Gregor would take it to new heights. Cole had been a weak minded fool, Gregor was no fool! He had a vision! A vision of wonder and gold and power! After profit had been made they could take the fight directly to those upstarts who sought to humiliate ONYX. Yes, this would be a good good night for Gregor Kravitch.


Fable[imgalign=left]Inline Image Jillian smiled a toothy smile at the secretary. Tilting her head, she made eye contact with the young woman. 'Thank you so much, darling. Hate to keep Mr. Gregor waiting.' The young thing dipped a shallow curtsy and didn't bother waste more than a once-over on Jillian. She turned on her heel -- her very high, dangerously beautiful heel. Jillian followed her, her flats making no noise on the carpet as she entered the room.
She cast a quick glance around the room, taking in all of the essentials and some of the non-essentials. She allowed her smile to stretch her face; a toothy border. "Mr. Gregor. So nice to meet you." She extended a hand towards him, his aggressive hand-shake quickly turning into a lingering caress. She batted her lashes demurely. 'I do hope we can come to an agreement on these items of interest. My partner would be sopleased.' She murmered, seating herself in the chair Gregor offered.




ParadigmOh my, yes, Gregor was fascinated with this demure beauty before him. She looked classy, the kind of classy you had to pay top dollar to fuck. In Gregor’s opinion women of this caliber were worth every cent, he liked this Jillian, already. Taking her hand he returned a smile and let his eyes linger, just a little too long at her breasts. Correcting himself, he cleared his throat.

“Ah, well let’s get down to business. You and your partner, you say you’ve a fair amount of coin to spend, yes? I’ll only let my stock go for top dollar.”

The whole of the castle was on pins and needles. They, being ONYX employees, were well aware what would happen if this deal fell through. No deal meant no money. No money meant no food. No food meant starvation and death. The clouds overhead rolled with thunder and the rain only grew heavier with each passing moment. The guards at the front gate nudged one another at the sight in the distance. Something was moving amidst the rain. Something they couldn’t afford to let disturb this meeting, whatever the fuck it was.


Fable Inline Image Jillian noticed his lingering gaze, his lacivious stare. Despite his big words, she knew she had the upper hand in this dealing. She leaned back in the chair, resting her elbows lightly on the arm rest. 'Of course, Sir." They loved it when she called them Sir. "We wouldn't expect any less. Both my partner and I are prepared to pay you for your reputation as well as your weapons -- we've heard marvelous things. In addition to coming to an agreement, I'd love to test the product out. Then, maybe we could enjoy ourselves?" She smiled pleasantly at him.


Enigmatic Surrender Inline Image Dark clouds roiled in the skies above her, generating a sort of shield that hid her approach. As Jillian slipped into Gregor's office, Naora twisted the reigns held in her hands, tightened the grip of her thighs around the massive beast beneath her, and steered the suujali towards the castle. No sooner had she broken through the castle ramparts was she surrounded by a clique of ONYX soldiers. Orders were barked, confusion and fear swelled, and Naora clicked her tongue, spurring the beast to attack the group of soldiers in front of her.

RaptureInline Image Silence permeated the air around Kenge as he remained crouched on a nearby hill overlooking the front gates. The rain did well to mask his silhouette, amid rolls of thunder and sheets of rain -his eyes pierced toward the gate-keepers. Kenge gave the situation a once over without giving his a glance, but knowing she was their at the same time. Studying the situation for what it was worth gave him a quick idea of how to make way into the castle itself. Rather then think it out to much better to just act on the fly -his partner had charged into the castle on a Sujali mount. Shaking off the frown on his face Kenge had no choice but to make sure the soldiers didn't slaughter her. Charging in behind her as he moved at full speed throught he wreck of the ramparts Kenge.

The ring of Aerokineticism surged with power the fizzled in the air giving some wind behind his back as his movements became faster. The air around him allowed him to focus the energy of the wind, as Qi surged into fiery orbs. The wind around Kenge kept the fire from beind doused by the rain, they were immediatly thrown towards the squad. A blinding flash, followed by scream indicated at least three had felt the flames burn their bodies. As the brightness of the flame kept the rest of the squad from seeing who the unknown assailant was for the time being. Kenge took the oppurtunity to charge in and deliver the coup de' grace to the remaining soldiers. By blasting them with a fiery ray from his hands pressed together. No screams were heard as the soldiers burned alive, the beam well out
Range of his other team-member.


ParadigmGregor didn’t stop smiling for quite some time, his eyes content to watch her lips move and contort as she spoke. He wondered what all she could do with those lips? Long after she had finished speaking, Gregor cleared his throat. Yes! This was too good to be true! A sale! A sale! “The weapons! Yeah, they’re top quality and-“
The sound of gates crashing down and gunfire made Gregor jump. NO! This couldn’t be happening! “Um, nothing to worry about ! Just a test run! Why don’t we head to the back? I can show you all the weaponry. Let you handle one of the guns. You don’t know power until you’ve got one of our guns in your hands!” The guards at the doors recognized the panic in Gregor’s voice and rushed out of the room towards the main gate.

The soldiers were, at first, repelled by the horror of the monster before them and the suujali she was riding scared them too! But they wouldn’t let a thing like mortal terror stand in their way, would they? Not if they ever wanted to eat again! Blades were raised and guns were aimed at the Suujali. Men on foot scrambled towards the beast trying to tear Naora off the creature, while men atop the castle way began to rain gunfire down upon her. Other soldiers turned to engage Kenge, but none of the men on the rampart bothered using their guns on him; he wasn’t a monstrous black skinned wolf-lizard beast, afterall! That was the case until their comrades trying to flank Naora fell to his fire.

Half the gunmen turned their attention to the energy spewing monk. Rushing out of the inner castle Men with swords and lances rushed him, making wild swings and stabs, in a variety of locations.


Fable Inline Image Jillian smiled quietly, contentedly. Naora was here. She inclined her head as Gregor mentioned that they should head to the back 'Just so, sir.' She replied quietly. She followed Gregor calmly, her walk a graceful sashay compared to the lumbering man infront of her.


Enigmatic Surrender Inline Image Even as the heavens opened its floodgates and emptied its waters onto those beneath, she could see with crystal clarity the Suujali mount towered over the men beneath her. And just as Kenge's blast seared the ONYX squaddies to crispy hume tacos, another squadron of men emptied into the yard and numbered above. Those very few soldiers who managed to get close enough to Naora's wicked beast were mangled beneath its massive paws; brain matter and gore ground into the dirt beneath her while a haelstrom of bullets ricocheted futilely off the beast's natural armor. And as those loaded barrels turned their aim for Naora and fired, Naora slipped further up alongst the beast's neck, shielding herself beneath the massive carapace that skirted the beast's head. Oh, ho! But, what was this? A wave of psionic energy tore through those lifeless bodies, hauling them to their feet, and causing their hands to take up their arms once more and battle against their former brethren.


Rapture Inline Image The fight was heating up quicker then then a Genesarian Brothel-House as Kenge countered the charging men with meager weapons. With a chilling wave of cold Qi aimed at their feet, fastening some in their place. While making some slide onto their asses in blatant buffonery. Kenge side-stepped many of the weapons aimed at his person by flanking and letting the Rider deal with them as waves of Psionic power surged and mangled them. While others getting trampled soundly by the behemoth of a beast that moved un-impeded. Kenge rightly surged with more power as he launched a cone of cold Qi at them, forcing some to jump for safety. While others merely stood frozen together literally sharing a cold fatet together.



ParadigmGregor lead her, a bit too hurriedly to appear the norm, through a series of wooden doors. Oh he was the gentleman though, allowing her to walk first, taking a peek at her swaying hips every chance he got. The danger outside didn’t affect him, not now. He would be safe within the bowels of the castle and once the deal was brokered he would be gone. However, Gregor wasn’t truly sweating the situation outside. Afterall, there was always his trump card. Reaching a pair of Iron doubledoors, Gregor produced a key from his pocket and lead Jillian into what appeared to be an armory.
“This is our stock! The finest in Valucre. Guns, knives, grenades, cannons! You name it we got it! Feel free to look around. I’m going to step over to this mana-screen and, uh, take a gander at our trial outside!”
Hurrying to a small screen built into the wall, he clicked it on and watches the scene unfolding below, nervously.
The moment the guards realized their normal bullets had no effect on the massive beast, a change of tactics took place. Gunfire halted for the briefest of moments and new rounds of ammunition were produced from gunbelts and loaded into weapons. The hail of gunfire returned with a vengeance each one and explosive round and each one with enough force to rock the Suujali’s massive body. While a majority of the men beneath the suujali had fallen to it’s claws and teeth, there were a few veteran combatants and lucky greenhorns who managed to evade it’s lashes.
They, however, would soon find themselves stressed to deal with their own fallen comrades. ONYX, it seemed, trained it’s soldiers well, though and they soon formed two small groups; One to deal with their comrades and the other to incapacitate the massive Suujali. Before long a lance found it’s way beneath the side of the Suujali’s carapace and lunged towards the creatures one weak spot. Combined with the staggering explosive rounds, the beast ran the risk of falling soon!

The soldiers atop the walls, those not currently firing explosive rounds at the Suujali, turned their weapons to Kenge and began to fire. He would surely be cut down, if action was not taken! Meanwhile, another wave of soldiers poured out of the castle, intent on ending this assault!


FableInline Image Jillian glanced along the walls. The weapons were amazing -- the room was full to the brim of shiny silver and coy copper. Jillian passed the guns, the cannons, her hands running over the weapons in a slithering fashion, finding all of the secret knots. She could hear the sounds from the screen, and knew what she would see if she were to peek over Gregor's large shoulder."How is the trial coming along, sir?' There were less knives and swords than she expected, but she found them anyway. She stopped, considering the choice. A small dirk stood out -- it's hilt wrapped tightly in a garnet cloth. She picked it up gingerly, getting a feel for the weight. Unsheathing the blade, she glanced at it -- a perfectly honed weapon, a dull shine in the candlelight. She started towards Gregor,
tracing designs on her skin. Though there was only a small amount of pressure, red welts welled on her fair skin. He had turned to face her and watched as she drew an x on her arm, a heart on her breast, all the while staring into his fearful eyes. 'This isn't like the rest of your collection.' She stalked the last few feet, closing the gap between them. She pressed against him lightly, tilting her head up to stare into his eyes, the blade still pressed against her breast. 'It's lovely.'

Enigmatic SurrenderInline Image The beast roared, its armor pierced by a weapon that'd severed an artery and a shower of crimson spouted from its wound. Naora cursed the beast and slipped from its backside to land in a crouched form as the Suujali collapsed behind her. Springing to her feet, Silent Emissary already unwound within her hand, she twisted the weapon in a high arc before lashing out at the approaching row of soldiers nearest her. An emptied hand raised up, simultaneously, to guide the newest rush of energy to a fragile point beneath the base of a wall where soldiers had found their perch. The stones shook as the pressure built up until an explosion rocked its foundation and blew apart.


RaptureInline Image As the doors opened up Kenge took the offensive directly, the guns that were fired aided to the power within as his body spiked in a fury many other ONYX soldiers knew. A crimson aura brilliantly shone as the energy within Kenge skyrocketed. Kenge wouldn't let those soldiers push through, he would meet them as the wave began to run through. Twin orbs of crimson alight in his hands as he charged blatantly towards them, his expression twisted into pure un-adulterated rage. The twin balls of Qi were thrown as the guns energy was siphoned adding to the power. Those weapons of death were adding to the speed of their demise. Kenge's movements were but a blur, if any of them blinked they'd miss the him charging in. As Kenge threw the twin orbs an explosion of burning flesh occured, followed by
acrid smoke, and felled cries of men burning and shouting from the pre-emptive backlash. Kenge moved amid the smoke, his eyes burning from their fleshy scent, and twisted in anger. He could feel the weak pulses of energy of each soldier become silenced as his movements became fast. As each man fell from quick strikes breaking jaws, spines, bones, and legs, from shere physical force. Kenge pushed his way through each of them. Carving a path of corpses and smoke in his wake.


ParadigmHe swallowed the hard lump in his throat. It rapidly founds it’s way into his pants. ‘Sir,’ oh how he loved the sound of that on her lips. He couldn’t wait to hear it through clenched teeth. She came close, too close and he felt the warmth and stiffness below his waist grow to uncomfortable lengths. “O-only the best quality for my customers, “ he stammered. There was something strange and dangerous in her eyes and, holy fuck, it turned him on. A free hand brushed dirty blonde locks away from his brow. The sounds from the screen, the screaming, the surprising resilience of his would-be assailants drew the blood from his face and cock until it formed a pit of worry in his stomach so deep Gregor thought his entire body would cave in on itself. He couldn’t afford to let these fucks get any further. He couldn’t! Not if he wanted to bend this demure bitch over backwards tonight! It was time to end this!

He grinned and if Jillian was the sort who had dealt with ‘bad’ men before she would recognize it. It was a look many a man had possessed. Gregor looked too sure of himself. Too wild. Too confident. Turning away he ushered her to his side. There was no getting around the display on the screen, a blind man would have been able to discern the scuffle going on was no mere weapons trial, but Gregor was slick, he could sell this shit.

“Note the riff-raff,” he said pointing to the folks in the cloud cloaks. He watched as the last of his ground unit was turned to bone and bowel by Naora’s energy blast. “it would seem that conventional weapons are useless, yes?” He did not wait for a response. “Let me show you the Icing on this fucking cake.” Fingers slid along the stones that served as a keyboard, runes and glyphs lighting up in response.

Outside atop the castle’s highest tower the cannon hummed to life. “This is Big Momma, the pride and joy of ONYX. High powered energy cannon, a combination of science and sorcery, guaranteed to get any dick hard.” By the time he had finished speaking it was fully charged, Gregor took a moment to tell Jillian so. “Charges in a few moments and unleashes hell with the push of a button. Keep those beautiful eyes on the screen, everything on it’s about to be dust.”

Below Naora and Kenge would be able to hear the cannon. They would know with the barest of glances that this did not bode well for them. This energy couldn’t be absorbed, couldn’t be channeled, too fucking pure, too fucking raw. They were T-O-A-S-T. A finger hovered over a lone key. “Say bye bye, to the scumbags!” In a moment’s time, Gregor was going to rid himself of terrorist scum, make the biggest sale of his life and it would be followed by the best fuck of his life! Yes, tonight would be the best night of Gregor Kravitch’s life!


FableInline Image Jillians eyes widened. A fanatical gleam in her eye, she stared at the screen avidly. She could play with her mouse in a moment; it was the cannon on the screen she was after. Despite his assurance that everything would be toast, she knew that her team mates -- her lover, would survive. She could feel her muscles tensing, preparing for some event that she had no control over. She recalled herself, and turned her back to the screen. 'Marvelous' Slipping towards Gregor and the keyboard, she pressed into him, pinning him between her body and the keyboard, her knee between his legs. Her fingers found the DELETE command, just as the dirk slid between his ribs. 'Absolutely Marvelous. We'll take it all'
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Enigmatic SurrenderInline Image The sounds of metal gears shifting into action pierced the gloomy atmosphere and, mid-swing, Naora's head tilted upwards in pursuit of its source. Far above, the top of the building opened and from its maw, a massive cannon took aim. .For her. An image of Jillian's face, smiling and lustful, popped into Naora's head and her lips mouthed the word, "Jillian." She yelled, knowing her lover couldn't hear her, "Get your ass in gear and stop that fucking thing! Don't you dare leave me here to die with this fuck twat!" Naora swore a silent oath that if Jillian didn't stop that thing and she was forced to die with Kenge after ripping through these assholes. . .she'd haunt the woman. . . and occasionally rape her.

RaptureInline Image "Frak!!" The air was being singed aloud as an energy cannon took aim and began to fire there was little he could do against it. The air was scorched as Kenge tried in desperation to push inside, as a few blows from the remaining squad had cut at his black cloak. Kenge could hear more men charging in as Kenge desperately tried to kill them all at close range. One soldier being used as a meat shield to shove the rest of his comrades back, as he did a lance pierced into his abdomen. Gritting his teeth and bearing the pain as a reminder to the desperation, Kenge shoved the soldier with the sword forward. Then sent a swift jab into that swordsmen's neck, as bullets pierced his back. The soldier shoved back into his comrades path absorbed more bullets intended for Kenge.
Hopefully breaking into the castle would make the energy weapon useless as Kenge drove beneath the weapons range. In as much as it was stationary above the castle itself, or so Kenge hoped. "Get the frak in here!" Kenge screamed as more soldiers fired weapons at him, as Kenge crouched beside a metallic pillar. Hearing the clanging sounds of rounds all around him, that he was relatively pinned down in his position. A diversion would have to be made to eliminate the rest of the soldiers.


ParadigmJillian’s body pressed against his and Gregor found his cock again, blood boiled and bubbled. There was something erotic in annihilating one’s enemies with a beautiful woman between your legs. But something was wrong. “Hurk!” His arms reached for his side in a knee-jerk reaction. What was going on? What the fuck was happening? Why were his legs weak? Knees slammed into the stone floor with a merciless ‘thud!’ and Gregor cried out in pain. Falling to his side, Gregor clutched his wound while kicking his body away from the demure demon.

“What the fuck!?” His voice was raw, high and strangled by saliva and fear. “You bitch! What is your malfunction?”

He had to think quick. Weapons. Everywhere. Yes! He wasn’t done for, yet! One hand remained on his wound, keeping pressure, while he tugged himself backwards with an elbow. Legs kicked and pushed, doing anything to keep distance between himself and the crazy bitch who had stabbed him.


FableInline ImageJillian stood over him, a warm red stain blossoming across her yellow silk dress. It was pitiful to see the man crawling on the floor. Almost exactly like a bug. She stalked towards him, her legs eating the distance between them as she murmured demurely.
'Thank you so much for the marvelous weaponry -- especially that canon, Sir. You definitly earned your reputation.' She crouched on all fours, crawling towards him at a measured pace. With one quick burst of energy she pulled herself up and over him, straddling his body. She lifted the knife above her head, the glint back in her eye. She dipped the knife into his body once, twice. She continued to puncture his flesh with the dirk until the blade was as crimson as the garnet string tied around the hilt.
she left the dirk in the pit that was his chest, and sat back on him, glancing around the room calmly. The easy part was done. Now for inventory.

ParadigmShe crawled towards him in a way that, only moments ago, he had fantasized about. "Get away!" He screamed, fighting frantically. Blood poured from his body and with it, Gregor's strength fled. No, this couldn't be happening! She had mounted him! Gods she had mounted him! This wasn't at all like he had planned! Jillian's hips dug into his as she brought the blade up and down, up and down. She thrusted again and again, their bodies writhing together. Yes, Gregor had gotten what he had wanted, in a sense. The beautiful demure woman was, indeed, riding him, there was much thrusting and panting to be had and, at the very least one of them was crying out to the gods above. It was an absolute shame for Gregor Kravitch that the tiniest of details had to change, but afterall the devil was in
the details. As the remainder of his life poured out beneath him, Gregor could only peer up at the blood splattered beauty atop his hips. Yes. This was, without a doubt, the worst night of Gregor Kravitch's life.
With the realization that their leader was about to fire the Cannon upon them the remaining ONYX soldiers fled, refusing to throw their lives away for a man who clearly had no intention of paying them. A life of hunger and thievery beat immediate annihilation any day of the week. The castle had fallen to Entropy. The mission was a success!