This choice: Time for adventure! Wake up! • Go Back... Gwyn was riding her horse ragged. The darkness around her was oppressive and she felt like she could barely breathe, she smelled a foul odor and gagged. For some reason she was completely naked save for her frilly panties and she was spurring her horse to go faster on the cobblestone road, choked with rocks and piles and piles of torn fabrics, formerly clothing and unmistakenly all manners of underwear.
She yelled as she suddenly floated in the air before falling face first down, her horse having suddenly turned into ash and disappearing away into the wind.
“Shadowrun! Where’d you go?” Gwyn has no idea how she knew the dark horse’s name, but at the moment she didn’t care. What she ran away from manifested in front her. It was a demonic woman, her skin red and her clothing consisted of daemonic looking scale armor, horns protruding from her enclosed helmet in the visage of a snarling animal. On her spiky armor laid ripped remained of panties and she shivered when that deep voice spoke to her in a gravel voice
“Your ass is mine Gwyn. Run kitten. You will not find escape.”
Gywn ran. It did not matter where she ran for all she found was shadows and the path went on forever, seemingly without end. Blind and tired, Gwyn yelped when she fell down suddenly.
Then shadowy hands emerged from the dark mist, the spectral hands gripping her undies and stretching!
Gwyn screamed and she thrashed as her panties impossibly moved in all directions, the hands turning her panties into a spider’s web and with her like a prey caught in a nefarious trap. She screamed as the panties wrapped around her like a cocoon and she firmly heard the same demonic voice say,
“Akloch awaits mortal, have fun kitten, because I’m going to enjoy this...”
And then Gwyn woke up still screaming. She escaped the confines of her bedroll and looked around like a startled rabbit. Nothing but the swaying trees and howling winds, chilling the aur around her as dawn began breaking in and the darkness retreated.
Shivering despite her warm clothes, she stood up and felt a wetness at her crotch and widened her eyes.
Her ears redden considerably and she cupped her wet crotch in embarrassment. It seems she had wet herself...but in her defense it was a rather distressing dream. How strange it...huh. What did she dream about anyway?
Gwyn shook her head, doesn’t matter. It was a nightmare and now it’s gone. Still, she won’t let this soil her good mood! She packed up her things and fixed herself up as best as she could, stripping off her pants and peeling off her urine soaked panties in disgust and put on a spare, fresh teddy bear unsoiled.
She nearly jumped however when she heard a voice say hello. She turned around to see a bemused rather plump looking dwarf, looking at her expectantly. Her eyes were red and teary but she was smiling lightly at Gywn. Gwyn noticed her rather large butt and panties.
“Wotcha doing out her’ lass? Don’t you knife ears typically stick with yerselves?” Gwyn bristled at that and her expression must’ve been something foul for the dwarf quickly retracted.
“Oh sorry lass! I meant no offense of course! Yoldrohilda meant no offense! Although you can just call me Hilda.” She extended her hand to Gwyn, who hesitantly introduced herself
Her eyes seem to widen at the “outsider” part and the dwarf looked like she wanted to embrace her.
“Wot’s that? Yer an outsider too? Well what do you know lassie? Fir ole’ Hilda’s a outsider too!” Gwyn was surprised at that
“Really? Why’s that? Dwarves are always going on about Dwarven unity and pride.”
“Well you see. I’m a bit of an engineer. I was a part of the Engineer Guilds at my Hold before one of my inventions...well it went haywire. You know soul stones? How you’re supposed to harvest the energy of a spirit to power it?” Gwyn nodded at that.
“Well I thought, wouldn’t it be nice if we had some bronze automatons that could help us out with the heavy lifting? Well, an experimented and innovated, both dangerous things in our guild and well, it worked.”
“The automatons worked as intended, both as workers and as warriors for our battles...but they began getting a will of their own and soon, they turned on us lass! They began enjoying the sensation of dominance and humiliating people that they turned on us! They kicked us out of our own homes and soon, my fellow exiles turned on me! They kicked me out of the group after they had their fun with me and declared me an outsider! I was wandering since.”
While Gwyn disliked dwarves due to her Elvish upbringing, she had to admit that the dwarf in front of her was..rather pitiful honestly. She looked weary, tired, and her satchel was empty save for some extra undies and provisions. She was also admittedly kinda cute.
Gwyn offered her a spot in her party.
“Really? Yer would do that for a dwarf lass?” Gwyn smiles and embraced the embarrassed dwarf, before stepping back and patting her mischievously on the head.
The dwarf glowered at her before laughing too.
“Well wot do you know? Two exiles against the world! Not the worst thing ole Hilda has to do!” Still it was a start.
“So wotcha got planned knife ear?”
Gwyn rolled her eyes at her newest companion.
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Hilda joins the party!
Name: Yoldrohilda, often shortened to Hilda
Age: 34 (Barely an adult to dwarves)
Race: Dwarf
Class: Ranger
Height: 4’2
Bust: c-cup, “small” on the dwarven size
Booty: Gigantic, bouncy mounds as large as melons really!
Eyes: Striking blue
Hair: Long, dark brown hair tied in intricate braids
Outfit: A loose yet form fitting leather tunic and pants, the pants struggling to contain her large dwarven bottom. She has a chain mail chestplate over it for extra protection and a worn iron helmet.
Undies: Massive, comfortable but stretchy white and blue granny panties with cloud patterns on it. Her name is shyly written on the waistband. When asked about it she will embarrassingly say it’s a Dwarven custom.
Weapon: A well used steel dwarven crafted war mace, the perfect tool for knocking heads and smacking butts! She has a black powder pistol useful for knocking the air out of people with its powerful shot
Bio: Like many dwarves, Hilda lived in a Dwarven hold in the east, living as a ranger of her proud home and being a part of the Engineers Guild. Growing frustrated with the amount of manual labor necessary to keep the fortress running, she devised a plan to create automatons to supplement Dwarven workers but her plans were shot down by the Guild Masters. Again and again she asked but nothing ever came out of it except annoyance, citing again and again that she was but a mere child. Finally, when she finally became a legal adult according to Dwarven culture, she had expected to be able to have a voice in the argument. It was not to be, for the masters all deemed the young Hilda to be a fool and shunned her.
Angered she declared that she would one day bring the Hold great power and sought to prove them wrong. This was a wrong move, as she became a target of bullying for the following months, being hounded day by day, week by week, by her bullies.
They left her twitching as she hung from the archways by her granny panties and not a day goes by without at least one atomic wedgie. Due to her and her mother being good friends with the baker, Hilda often had access to many dwarven sweets and indulged in them eagerly in order to escape the stresses of living in her Hold.
This only fanned the flames as the bullies grew jealous with her easy supply of sweets. Thus made her a bigger target too for her butt grew bigger and bigger, and soon her pants struggled to hold under the strain and her panties became perpetually exposed.
She struggled to keep up with the loss of panties and had to embarrassingly buy in bulk, the extra large and embarrassing granny panties the Hold gets from human kingdoms, earning her a large supply of underwear, but one that was both stretchy and humiliating.
The bullying got worse and Hilda eas dumbfounded to see her rate of new grannies corresponding with the rate of losing them to wedgies.
Eventually she was able to find the source of her solution, soul stones. Powerful gems that harvest the spirits that dwell around them. She was humiliated multiple times attempting to capture one, but eventually she did and she proved her superiority to her fellows. They excitedly harvest the forest for spirits and the halls were filled with bronze workers, and the dwarves became happily lazy bums, the automatons doing their warring and working for them. For a while.
As we know, the bronze automatons would betray the dwarves and kick them out, and to this day, the KurzaHold is still in the hands of living bronze statues, mischievous and in search of new prey. Her fellow dwarves would kick out the crying exile and soon she wanders the road, lonely and scared until she finds a curious elf on the ground, intrigued she investigates.
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Choice 1: They continue walking along the road, hoping to find something exciting.
Choice 2: Hilda talks to Gywn more about her life and dwarven culture.
Choice 3: They explore the Simmering Forest, hearing cries for help
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