Paramours of Slaanesh: Incarna - Chp 1

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[Spend 1 WP. Roll a contested Intelligence + Subterfuge + 3 check.]

[2S]

*Rollz*

It was unclear whether having someone else's sausage in your mouth was an impediment or a conductor for the powers of Slaanesh as you cast your spell. But cast it you did. Like a twig under foot, the guard's soul crumbled as your mind overtook him. Then, in the blink of an eye, you found yourself standing over your literal fucker, watching as he continued to assault your now unconscious body. Meanwhile, in your new human form, you felt grime, sweat and heat all over, your host's cock pushing hard against the confines of his underwear. You smelled of iron and horse; tasted onions on round tongue and chapped lips. Your neck had a crick in it while your back was tight at the base of the spine.

I give me new body a little stretch and test the new actual muscles. Crude, sloppy, but useful now. Time to release myself from this situation. I raise the cudgel, bringing it down on the head of the first rapist.

[Roll Strength (3) + Weaponry with a +1 from cudgel, but a -2 from new body.]

[0S]

Swing... and a miss! Even with a thug for a body, you're aim isn't the best Naggaroth has to offer.

The fucker continues to fuck.

[Try again?]

[might as well]

[Roll again.]

[0S]

Swing... and a miss!

[You get 1 more. ]

[2S]

And just like that, at long last, the fell human dropped like a ton of bricks besides your comatose body.

I roll my eyes, sighing at how clumsy this human body is. I want out of this thing. I take the keys out, unlock my prone body from the manacles, moving me to the door, and begin searching either of these humans for a blade.

Shornaal be praised! Not only did your host have a dagger in his boot, but so did the other guard. Neither were anything worth applauding where craftsmanship was concerned, but they weren't rusty, and they weren't dull.