Guile
Clothes That Kill Virgins
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[X]-Have Etna and Prinnies go to town attacking the traditional way-girl has plenty of issues to work out and isn't that delightful?
[X]-While they're busy, hunt down one of those Dark Durian Prinnies, and give it the honor of being your suit-yes, wear the local prinny!
[X]-Use wall phasing and gratuitous violence to get ahead of the line of battle, and check in on Maderas.
"Hellooo~" Etna carols. A busty, partly furry woman on the rampart of the dark stone keep calls back a similar greeting.
You consider the keep. Traditional gothic style, a dark blot on the otherwise pale white-blue landscape. Kept meticulously free of snow but allowing icicles to hang downwards from every available ledge. Added to the stalagmites jutting from the ground to flank the entrance like sharp teeth was perhaps a little much.
Etna kept up the conversation with an insulting lilt in her voice. "Can Maderas come out and play?"
"I can go ask!" the catgirl calls back. You have no idea if she's playing along or is just naturally, playfully dim.
"No need," Maderas sweeps onto the icy rampart, his annoyance – or possibly a love of drama - making his cloak swirl about like a dark, grasping cloud. "I am here. Very good, Etna. You have brought him here just as I asked."
Betrayal? You ponder. Does this mean you should kill her? Or Maderas? Or everyone just to be on the safe side?
"Yeah yeah, hold on," Etna calls up to the battlements. "Where's my memories, jerk?"
"Safe," Maderas replies, unruffled. "And there they will remain until I am safely on the throne. Girls?"
"You do realize he's not going to give them back, right Master Etna?" Antoire casually wraps her arms around the smaller succubus, leaning her prodigious chest on the back of Etna's head and shoulders.
Etna shrugs despite the added weight. "Eh, thought I'd try one last time, for old time's sake."
Succubi and the cat girls join the nosferatu on the ramparts. They start posing sexily, doing moderately interesting things to their cleavage and playing with their tails.
"Peace and love <3" One of them calls down throatily.
"Justice for all~" a cat girl hums happily.
"... What the hell are they doing, Etna?"
"I miiiight have told Maderas your secret weakness was large-breasted women and speeches about love."
"Good one," you chuckle, leaning up to pat her on the head. On the last pat, you let your flipper linger, and exert a little pressure. "But you can probably guess what I do to traitors, right?"
"Same thing that happens to everyone else?"
"Got it in one!" As far as minions go, Etna's a smart one.
"Right-o, Prince, no backstabbing!" she assures you, not contesting the grip on her skull.
Antoire is watching the exchange with interest. "So that's where you get it, Master," she muses to Etna. Then she butts her head against your flipper. She nuzzles up to Etna, cheek by cheek. She asks throatily, "Can you do me next?"
"Later," you assure her. "The 'vampire' up there comes first." You don't have high hopes, but maybe he'll give you a good fight.
"What is going on here?" Maderas finally asks darkly. "Where is the Prince?"
"What do you mean?" Etna wonders.
"That is not the Prince."
"What do you mean? He has the hair and the title and everything!"
"You must think I am very stupid," Maderas growls, the red tips of his long hair flowing faster in his agitation. He begins to float upwards, levitating just over the ground.
Etna grins, her features sharp and vulpine. "A bit, yeah."
"You must not care what happens to your precious memories," Maderas marvels with soft menace. "Or did you get the courage to betray me from this Prinny?"
"Maderas..." Etna tsks, shaking her head. "I'm not worried about my memories because I'm going to tear down this castle and beat your ass so bad you'll forget what its like to not convulsively piss your pants whenever you hear my name. Then you're going to give me my memories back, and I might let you live."
"Then come, if you dare," Maderas sneers as he retreats down into the bowels of the keep. "Castle Cruor will feast on your bones."
He's pretty good at making threats while moving away at some speed, you note. Dark prinnies and more of the lush-figured demons are pouring out of the castle, crowding the ramparts and sending a hail of bombs, knives and elemental magic down at your small army.
The heavy door creaks open theatrically and more of the same pour out. Convenient! Your peg legs rap out a staccato beat on the ice as you charge directly into the oncoming enemy. Your leap takes you into - and through - the leading monster, tearing out most of a succubus's ribcage. The prinny behind her loses the top half of its head to a chop of your flipper.
"I'll be right back," Etna assures you, sprinting away at top speed.
You can hear that mustached spear of hers berating her for fleeing from battle, which she completely ignores. You do hope she comes back. Good help is always harder to find after you've killed the last one. And they always seem to find out.
These are just a lower class of monster than the ones that once populated your new castle, it seems. The nekomata behind them puts up a much better fight, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks significantly faster than your own attacks. It is merely unlucky for her that blunt force trauma has little effect on you, your bruised prinny-flesh healing under her fists.
What is also unlucky for her is the way that a second nekomata unleashes a blinding blue beam of electrical light that vaporizes both you and your opponent. You stumble briefly, the remains of yourself - roughly a third of what your body was a moment ago - that isn't burned away not properly balanced anymore.
Or possibly it's the dark durian spinning about like a ballerina, chanting "Dood! Dood, ha! Ha, Dood! Dood!" The flashing circle of light that illuminates him suggest he is using some kind of power. Just to be safe, you kill him next, your regrowing arm briefly extending far enough to strike him down before reforming into your usual flipper.
"If the rest of you don't start fighting," you speak to your own troops calmly, "I am going to kill and eat each and every one of you."
"Um, right, dood!"
"We were just, uh-"
"-Waiting for you to have your fun!"
"Here we come, dood!"
Your own prinnies throw themselves into the fight with suicidal abandon after that, blades and bombs and fish flying everywhere. The doors swing closed, trapping enemies and allies outside. With you.
You could almost thank whoever is manning that gate. And you will. In person. Soon.
"Ah, Master, I will deal with the ones above," Antoire assures you. The flax-haired succubus leaps skyward, her wings beating far less often than should be required to keep someone of her healthy figure in the air. They seem almost incidental to the whole process, much the way your police girl cut through the air with the bloody-tinged blades of darkness where her arm once was...
A massive chain of dark iron links whips around the demonic noble, summoned or created at need. When Antoire releases it, the tip of the chain glows fierce blue runes, seeking out targets like a living thing. It knocks blades and bombs out of the air, defense and offense in one. The hungry chain zig-zags from target to target before finally piercing through one of Maderas's prinnies to bury itself in the castle wall, blowing through his guard as though it did not exist. 'One hit kill', did those prinnies call her? Quite right. Antoire follows the chain by leaping down onto one of the furred demons and clamping her knees around the cat-girl's head like a vise.
You wouldn't mind continuing to watch the woman work, but you have all these toys down here clamoring for your attention, too. A teal-haired succubus attacks with a spinning kick, trying to drill her ridiculous six inch heels into your brain. Of course, its not like you keep anything vital there, so while she's busy with that you get a good grip on her supporting leg and use it as a fulcrum to swing her up and then down onto the ice hard enough to crack the ground around her in an amusing succubus-shaped outline. A wooden peg-leg crushing her spine finishes that one.
After that there's only a handful left, and you should probably leave a few for your own prinnies. Let them earn their keep. Or your graciousness in allowing them to continue living.
You phase through like the dark, foreboding door doesn't exist.
The prinny working the mechanism on the other side of the door draws breath to spread the alarm. A flipper wedged into his open mouth halts that.
You lean into his face. "Hi," you greet him.
"Mh?"
"I just had a great idea!" You continue meditatively. "Nobody really pays attention to prinnies, you see."
"Muh."
"Except me, for some reason. And as fun as this is – and it rreally is – I have an appointment with your master."
"Uhh."
"So I thought to myself, if I was the same color as everyone else, I could just wander around as I like! Of course, I do need some of the right color skin to make a suitable disguise. I thought I'd take yours. Speak now if you object."
"Fuh!"
"That's what I thought!"
Your other flipper tears open his chest along the stitch line, essentially disemboweling the other prinny. It's far less bloody than you expect, which is something of a disappointment to you, but it certainly makes things easier. Then it's a matter of metaphysically removing the evil soul inside, which is tricky given it only sort of exists, and is not at all a physical thing. Still, you're persistent, and the soul makes a nice snack for when you're done, like a reward for a job well done.
[+1 Soul!]
After that, its just a matter of squeezing inside – less easy than you make it sound – and tying up the stitches. Now, as long as no one notices the rather glassy stare of your disguise or your own face peeking out of the dark durian's open beak, you're good to go.
And as you wander further inside, it seems like no one is noticing. Or else they just don't care. Monsters are running around, some forming up in a courtyard near the main gate, some heading up a set of stairs, a small pack of the durians heading down a spiral staircase into some kind of basement…
You pause for a moment at one of the small, window-less openings. Murder-holes, you believe they're called. It seems your head minion has returned.
"Okay, okay, coming through, one side!" Etna bellows, kicking prinnies out of the way. The prinnies following her are carrying a crude battering ram, with a single prinny tied to the front.
"Come on, aren't we comrades, dood?" The tied-up prinny cries.
"You'll be remembered, dood!" one of the others carrying the ram assures him tearfully.
"Damn iiiit!" The prinny leading the charge – so to speak - wails as the battering ram picks up speed.
Things seem to be moving along now, you note, as the castle rocks with an especially large explosion.
[X] Fall in with another bunch of subordinate monsters, see where things lead.
[X] Pretend you know where you're going, and count on the other monsters' laziness to leave you alone.
[X] Find someone to interrogate.
[X] Get bored, start killing.
[X] Write-in
[X]-While they're busy, hunt down one of those Dark Durian Prinnies, and give it the honor of being your suit-yes, wear the local prinny!
[X]-Use wall phasing and gratuitous violence to get ahead of the line of battle, and check in on Maderas.
"Hellooo~" Etna carols. A busty, partly furry woman on the rampart of the dark stone keep calls back a similar greeting.
You consider the keep. Traditional gothic style, a dark blot on the otherwise pale white-blue landscape. Kept meticulously free of snow but allowing icicles to hang downwards from every available ledge. Added to the stalagmites jutting from the ground to flank the entrance like sharp teeth was perhaps a little much.
Etna kept up the conversation with an insulting lilt in her voice. "Can Maderas come out and play?"
"I can go ask!" the catgirl calls back. You have no idea if she's playing along or is just naturally, playfully dim.
"No need," Maderas sweeps onto the icy rampart, his annoyance – or possibly a love of drama - making his cloak swirl about like a dark, grasping cloud. "I am here. Very good, Etna. You have brought him here just as I asked."
Betrayal? You ponder. Does this mean you should kill her? Or Maderas? Or everyone just to be on the safe side?
"Yeah yeah, hold on," Etna calls up to the battlements. "Where's my memories, jerk?"
"Safe," Maderas replies, unruffled. "And there they will remain until I am safely on the throne. Girls?"
"You do realize he's not going to give them back, right Master Etna?" Antoire casually wraps her arms around the smaller succubus, leaning her prodigious chest on the back of Etna's head and shoulders.
Etna shrugs despite the added weight. "Eh, thought I'd try one last time, for old time's sake."
Succubi and the cat girls join the nosferatu on the ramparts. They start posing sexily, doing moderately interesting things to their cleavage and playing with their tails.
"Peace and love <3" One of them calls down throatily.
"Justice for all~" a cat girl hums happily.
"... What the hell are they doing, Etna?"
"I miiiight have told Maderas your secret weakness was large-breasted women and speeches about love."
"Good one," you chuckle, leaning up to pat her on the head. On the last pat, you let your flipper linger, and exert a little pressure. "But you can probably guess what I do to traitors, right?"
"Same thing that happens to everyone else?"
"Got it in one!" As far as minions go, Etna's a smart one.
"Right-o, Prince, no backstabbing!" she assures you, not contesting the grip on her skull.
Antoire is watching the exchange with interest. "So that's where you get it, Master," she muses to Etna. Then she butts her head against your flipper. She nuzzles up to Etna, cheek by cheek. She asks throatily, "Can you do me next?"
"Later," you assure her. "The 'vampire' up there comes first." You don't have high hopes, but maybe he'll give you a good fight.
"What is going on here?" Maderas finally asks darkly. "Where is the Prince?"
"What do you mean?" Etna wonders.
"That is not the Prince."
"What do you mean? He has the hair and the title and everything!"
"You must think I am very stupid," Maderas growls, the red tips of his long hair flowing faster in his agitation. He begins to float upwards, levitating just over the ground.
Etna grins, her features sharp and vulpine. "A bit, yeah."
"You must not care what happens to your precious memories," Maderas marvels with soft menace. "Or did you get the courage to betray me from this Prinny?"
"Maderas..." Etna tsks, shaking her head. "I'm not worried about my memories because I'm going to tear down this castle and beat your ass so bad you'll forget what its like to not convulsively piss your pants whenever you hear my name. Then you're going to give me my memories back, and I might let you live."
"Then come, if you dare," Maderas sneers as he retreats down into the bowels of the keep. "Castle Cruor will feast on your bones."
He's pretty good at making threats while moving away at some speed, you note. Dark prinnies and more of the lush-figured demons are pouring out of the castle, crowding the ramparts and sending a hail of bombs, knives and elemental magic down at your small army.
The heavy door creaks open theatrically and more of the same pour out. Convenient! Your peg legs rap out a staccato beat on the ice as you charge directly into the oncoming enemy. Your leap takes you into - and through - the leading monster, tearing out most of a succubus's ribcage. The prinny behind her loses the top half of its head to a chop of your flipper.
"I'll be right back," Etna assures you, sprinting away at top speed.
You can hear that mustached spear of hers berating her for fleeing from battle, which she completely ignores. You do hope she comes back. Good help is always harder to find after you've killed the last one. And they always seem to find out.
These are just a lower class of monster than the ones that once populated your new castle, it seems. The nekomata behind them puts up a much better fight, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks significantly faster than your own attacks. It is merely unlucky for her that blunt force trauma has little effect on you, your bruised prinny-flesh healing under her fists.
What is also unlucky for her is the way that a second nekomata unleashes a blinding blue beam of electrical light that vaporizes both you and your opponent. You stumble briefly, the remains of yourself - roughly a third of what your body was a moment ago - that isn't burned away not properly balanced anymore.
Or possibly it's the dark durian spinning about like a ballerina, chanting "Dood! Dood, ha! Ha, Dood! Dood!" The flashing circle of light that illuminates him suggest he is using some kind of power. Just to be safe, you kill him next, your regrowing arm briefly extending far enough to strike him down before reforming into your usual flipper.
"If the rest of you don't start fighting," you speak to your own troops calmly, "I am going to kill and eat each and every one of you."
"Um, right, dood!"
"We were just, uh-"
"-Waiting for you to have your fun!"
"Here we come, dood!"
Your own prinnies throw themselves into the fight with suicidal abandon after that, blades and bombs and fish flying everywhere. The doors swing closed, trapping enemies and allies outside. With you.
You could almost thank whoever is manning that gate. And you will. In person. Soon.
"Ah, Master, I will deal with the ones above," Antoire assures you. The flax-haired succubus leaps skyward, her wings beating far less often than should be required to keep someone of her healthy figure in the air. They seem almost incidental to the whole process, much the way your police girl cut through the air with the bloody-tinged blades of darkness where her arm once was...
A massive chain of dark iron links whips around the demonic noble, summoned or created at need. When Antoire releases it, the tip of the chain glows fierce blue runes, seeking out targets like a living thing. It knocks blades and bombs out of the air, defense and offense in one. The hungry chain zig-zags from target to target before finally piercing through one of Maderas's prinnies to bury itself in the castle wall, blowing through his guard as though it did not exist. 'One hit kill', did those prinnies call her? Quite right. Antoire follows the chain by leaping down onto one of the furred demons and clamping her knees around the cat-girl's head like a vise.
You wouldn't mind continuing to watch the woman work, but you have all these toys down here clamoring for your attention, too. A teal-haired succubus attacks with a spinning kick, trying to drill her ridiculous six inch heels into your brain. Of course, its not like you keep anything vital there, so while she's busy with that you get a good grip on her supporting leg and use it as a fulcrum to swing her up and then down onto the ice hard enough to crack the ground around her in an amusing succubus-shaped outline. A wooden peg-leg crushing her spine finishes that one.
After that there's only a handful left, and you should probably leave a few for your own prinnies. Let them earn their keep. Or your graciousness in allowing them to continue living.
You phase through like the dark, foreboding door doesn't exist.
The prinny working the mechanism on the other side of the door draws breath to spread the alarm. A flipper wedged into his open mouth halts that.
You lean into his face. "Hi," you greet him.
"Mh?"
"I just had a great idea!" You continue meditatively. "Nobody really pays attention to prinnies, you see."
"Muh."
"Except me, for some reason. And as fun as this is – and it rreally is – I have an appointment with your master."
"Uhh."
"So I thought to myself, if I was the same color as everyone else, I could just wander around as I like! Of course, I do need some of the right color skin to make a suitable disguise. I thought I'd take yours. Speak now if you object."
"Fuh!"
"That's what I thought!"
Your other flipper tears open his chest along the stitch line, essentially disemboweling the other prinny. It's far less bloody than you expect, which is something of a disappointment to you, but it certainly makes things easier. Then it's a matter of metaphysically removing the evil soul inside, which is tricky given it only sort of exists, and is not at all a physical thing. Still, you're persistent, and the soul makes a nice snack for when you're done, like a reward for a job well done.
[+1 Soul!]
After that, its just a matter of squeezing inside – less easy than you make it sound – and tying up the stitches. Now, as long as no one notices the rather glassy stare of your disguise or your own face peeking out of the dark durian's open beak, you're good to go.
And as you wander further inside, it seems like no one is noticing. Or else they just don't care. Monsters are running around, some forming up in a courtyard near the main gate, some heading up a set of stairs, a small pack of the durians heading down a spiral staircase into some kind of basement…
You pause for a moment at one of the small, window-less openings. Murder-holes, you believe they're called. It seems your head minion has returned.
"Okay, okay, coming through, one side!" Etna bellows, kicking prinnies out of the way. The prinnies following her are carrying a crude battering ram, with a single prinny tied to the front.
"Come on, aren't we comrades, dood?" The tied-up prinny cries.
"You'll be remembered, dood!" one of the others carrying the ram assures him tearfully.
"Damn iiiit!" The prinny leading the charge – so to speak - wails as the battering ram picks up speed.
Things seem to be moving along now, you note, as the castle rocks with an especially large explosion.
[X] Fall in with another bunch of subordinate monsters, see where things lead.
[X] Pretend you know where you're going, and count on the other monsters' laziness to leave you alone.
[X] Find someone to interrogate.
[X] Get bored, start killing.
[X] Write-in
