Harem will add more as the story progresses
{Willing}
Kasyrra (Full Female Variant)
Kasyrra is the towering, primal demonic antagonist from Corruption of Champions II. This profile focuses on her hyper-voluptuous, purely female presentation, merging extreme draconic, bovine, and demonic traits into a superhuman frame.
Detailed Appearance
Skin & Face: Dark, lustrous crimson skin resembling a flawless ruby. Her facial structure blends sharp beauty with raw strength, featuring full black lips and slitted, faintly glowing yellow eyes set in a deep sea of charcoal shadow.
Hair & Horns: Shaggy, loose streams of ink-black hair fall well down her back, framing broad shoulders. A pair of massive bull-like horns curl up from her head, heavily adorned with wrapped silver chains and blue gemstones.
Ears & Piercings: Long, frilled, lizard-like ears sprout beneath her horns. They are heavily pierced with a cascade of clinking gold rings and gemstone studs that click together with every step.
Wings & Tail: Four massive, webbed red dragon wings unfurl from her back, stretching out to a span nearly twice her height. A thick, muscular, segmented reptilian tail curls behind her.
Attire: A minimalist, tight white strapless tube dress that struggles to contain her frame, paired with a structured, corset-like gold metallic panel cinched around her midriff.
Estimated Three Sizes (Visual Measurements)Kasyrra possesses an otherworldly, towering silhouette that emphasizes an extreme, hyper-feminine hourglass shape:
Height: Approximately 7 feet to 7 feet, 6 inches (213–228 cm) of imposing, demonic stature.
Bust Size:Z-Cup+ (Estimated over-bust measurement of 58–60 inches / 147–152 cm). Each breast is exceptionally soft, yielding, and twice the size of her own head, spilling completely out of her strapless white top. Her broad, dark nipples are pierced with huge golden rings.
Waist Size:26 inches (66 cm). An incredibly narrow, highly cinched torso compressed by her rigid gold midriff panel.
Ass / Hip Size:54 inches (137 cm). Her lower frame features dramatic, flared pelvic curves and thick, powerful thighs wrapped tightly in her white mini-skirt.Personality
Commanding Authority: She possesses a powerful aura of leadership and expects immediate submission. She thrives on the stunned silence and awe of those around her.
Confident and Teasing: She is deeply proud of her overwhelming physical presence and beauty. She carries herself with immense vanity, openly encouraging others to stare while mocking them with a playful, dominant smirk.
Calculating Overlord: Beyond her immediate physical allure, she is a cold and manipulative leader. As a high-ranking figure within her faction, she manages her followers with a strategic mind and unyielding authority.
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(Brienne)Age26
Detailed Appearance
Facial Features & Head: Soft, human-like facial structure lacking a bovine snout, featuring a cute button nose and plush red lips parted in an easy, pleasant smile. Her bright light-blue eyes view her partner with ardent interest, while long, thick platinum-blonde/white hair cascades past her shoulders.
Bovine Traits: Two sharp, curved white horns sprout upward from her head above furred cow ears. A long, thin bovine tail with a thick tuft of white fur at the tip sways mischievously behind her.
Skin & Muscularity: A rich, warm caramel-toned complexion. Her midriff and core are defined by incredibly sharp, sculpted abdominal muscles, blending a warrior's power with a bombshell aesthetic.
Lower Body: Dark brown, smooth bristled fur coatings begin halfway down her thick thighs, extending smoothly past her strong calves down to a pair of solid black cloven hooves.
Attire: She wears a minimalist, tight red bikini top with white fur/trim lining, a singular dark leather pauldron strapped across her right shoulder, dark wraps around her forearms, and a short, tattered dark brown leather loincloth skirt lined with light fur.
Estimated Three Sizes (Visual Measurements)Standing at a giantess-level height, Brienne's proportions are extraordinarily pronounced, scaling upward with her colossal frame to form a dramatic hourglass silhouette:
Height:8 feet, 6 inches (259 cm).Bust Size:M-Cup to N-Cup scaled to her massive height (Estimated over-bust measurement of 54–56 inches / 137–142 cm). Her cleavage forms a deep, lush valley that pushes out aggressively against her minimal red top.
Waist Size:30 inches (76 cm). A lean, highly muscular midriff with deeply defined six-pack abs that taper sharply at her core.
Ass / Hip Size:58 inches (147 cm). Built with massive, powerful minotaur hips, thick muscular thighs, and a heavy, bouncy rear profile that completely fills out her loincloth.Personality
Confident & Uninhibited: Brienne is immensely proud of her towering height and physical power. She carries herself with a sense of ease and pride, often exhibiting a self-assured grin and a bold presence.
Affectionate & Devoted: Her demeanor toward her partner is characterized by deep interest and warmth. She is highly attentive, often focusing her gaze entirely on those she cares about, showcasing a softer side to her warrior persona.
Mischievous & Playful: She has a lighthearted and flirtatious side, often using playful body language, like the swaying of her tail or a cheeky smile, to engage with others.
Fierce Powerhouse: Despite her approachable nature at camp, she is a serious combatant. She takes great pride in her restored strength and her horns, viewing them as both a symbol of her heritage and a practical tool for dealing with foes.
Relattionshps
Jack: husband(future)
Daughters with souls: Race:???
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(Kiyoko)Age100's???
Appearance
Kiyoko is a noble kitsune from Corruption of Champions II. While her baseline text describes a petite form, her visual appearance in the artwork depicts her fully matured, high-tail state. As she births more kits, her magical power increases, causing her figure to grow exceptionally voluminous and "thicc" to match her maximum tail count.
Detailed Appearance
Facial Features: Soft, rounded face with striking green eyes, framed by long amber bangs and sharp makeup.
Hair & Ears: Long, vibrant orange-amber hair cascading down her back, topped with two large fox ears lined with fluffy white fur.Tails: Nine massive, bushy amber fox tails with white tips fanning out around her like a halo, representing her peak magical power.
Attire: A modified, short white yukata with red and gold trim, featuring deeply flared sleeves and an extremely low-cut neckline.Accessories: A dark red beaded necklace around her neck, and a gold braided cord with a hanging tassel tied around her waist.
Footwear: White stockings paired with traditional dark-soled sandals (geta).
Visual Measurements & Proportions: Based on the provided character artwork, Kiyoko's proportions are drastically amplified compared to her starting form, showcasing an extreme hourglass physique:
Bust Size:J-Cup to K-Cup (Estimated over-bust measurement of 42–44 inches). Her breasts are exceptionally large, highly heavy, and prominently exposed by her open robe.
Waist Size:24 inches. A highly cinched, narrow waist emphasized by her wrapped golden sash.
Ass / Hip Size:46+ inches. Her lower half features dramatic fullness, with wide pelvic curves and very thick thighs that split the front of her open skirt.Personality
Regal Nobility: She speaks with a formal, verbose style, befitting her status as kitsune royalty.
Playful & Teasing: She shifts seamlessly from formal reserve to playful flirting, enjoying witty banter and mocking others with a smirk.
Proud Mother: She embraces her hyper-voluptuous changes, viewing her extreme curves and multiple tails as physical proof of her maternal power and lineage.
Relattionshps
Jack: husband(future)
Kinu: daughter
Many kids with Jack
(Kinu-hime)Age17 (17 weeks if you count the time fuckery)
Kinu is the elegant kitsune daughter of Jack. While she carries herself with the poise of a fox-princess to the rest of the world, her entire existence is quietly but fiercely devoted to her father, whom she loves deeply and unconditionally.
Detailed Appearance
Facial Features: Slender, foxy face with distinct ice-blue eyes and stark white pupils. Her thin lips wear an adoring smile whenever she looks at Jack.
Hair & Ears: Long, silvery-white hair that cascades down to her lower back, emitting a fragrant herbal oil scent. Two large, matching white fox ears sit atop her head, twitching attentively at the sound of Jack's voice.
Tails: Five sleek, meticulously groomed white fox tails. They sway gently and contentedly whenever Jack is near, expressing a warmth she reserves only for him.
Attire: A short, form-fitting white kimono with open, hanging sleeves, accented by deep purple and blue leaf patterns. The outfit is secured at the waist with a thick purple sash decorated with intricate gold thread work, deliberately styled to look breathtaking for her father's eyes.
Accessories: A simple, clapperless brass bell hanging from a dark blue choker around her neck. A matching brass bell anklet is fastened to her right ankle.
Footwear: None. She strictly walks barefoot, moving with a silent, graceful step so she can always remain close by Jack's side.
Estimated Three Sizes & Visual Measurements
Because Kinu stands at a short stature of 4 feet, 7 inches (140 cm), her voluptuous dimensions appear exceptionally pronounced and dramatic on her petite frame. Based on her specific character art from Corruption of Champions II, her estimated physical measurements are:
Bust Size:G-Cup to H-Cup (Estimated over-bust measurement of 38–40 inches / 96–101 cm). Her chest is highly amplified, creating a stark contrast against her frame and spilling out over her low-cut neckline.
Waist Size:23 inches (58 cm). A very narrow, highly defined waist that is cinched tightly by her deep purple obi sash.
Ass / Hip Size:42 inches (106 cm). Her lower half features an exaggerated flare, with a wide pelvic structure, incredibly thick thighs, and a deep, rounded rear silhouette that heavily pushes out her kimono.Personality & Devotion to Jack
Deep Loyalty: Kinu's devotion to Jack is defined by an intense sense of loyalty and duty. She views herself as his primary protector and confidante, finding purpose in ensuring his well-being and success.
Incestuous Thoughts: She was raised in the Amulet of Transference Jack can consistently pets her ears and tails, knowing they are erogenous zones (yes he groomed her I already said he was a piece of shit), this has led her to deeply love her father even after figuring out he had groomed her as she got older, and while doing anything he asks(although tease him on it)
Respectful Dedication: She holds a profound reverence for her father's guidance and wisdom. Her actions are motivated by a desire to uphold the family's dignity and to be a daughter he can be proud of in every endeavor.
Elegant Poise: She maintains an aura of flawless dignity, using her natural grace to navigate social situations. Around Jack, she is attentive and composed, always ready to assist him with a silent and graceful efficiency.
Protective Nature: She is fiercely protective of Jack's time and energy. She often anticipates his needs before he speaks, staying close by his side to offer support and ensuring that he is not burdened by unnecessary distractions.
(Keros)Age???
"Keros is the trickster, the god of deception and illusion and mysteries. She's perhaps the most feared of the gods by mortal folks like you and I, but also the one that intervenes among us most. If you pray to the sly fox, she might just answer your prayers — so word them carefully, lest you get exactly what you wished for! Her folk are the kitsune, and she is patron of thieves, charlatans, and gamblers."
{Enslaved}
(Gwyneth)Age20
Gwyn's appearance is variable. Additional content is available after the Champion has had sex with Gwyn, if Gwyn is pregnant and the various stages of her pregnancy. The following is her initial appearance scene:
You give Gwyn a good look-over from head to toe. The first thing that jumps out at you is how warm and homey the lupine girl is — although she's still young, perhaps no more than nineteen, the hard work that comes with living up in the Frost Marches has started to wear down on her youthful beauty and replace it with the harder-edged loveliness that comes as a maiden becomes a young mother.
Being Garth's daughter, she's inherited his coloration, and as such a thick dark black overcoat of rougher, coarser hairs covers a dirty white undercoat of softer, fluffier fur. Large blue eyes peer out from behind a broad snout — the latter perhaps coming from her mother — which ends in a soft and broad nose pad. A pair of perky, triangular ears jut through her thick fur and hair, the latter which cumulates in a ruff or mane of sorts that seals the gap between clothing and skin at her neckline.
Noticing your gaze roaming over her, Gwyn gives you a small smile. "Why, I believe you're eyeing me, Champion."
Yes, you are, you're not going to deny that. With that, you unabashedly continue downwards to the rest of her — Gwyn is clothed in a long-sleeved one-piece dress consisting of a blouse and skirt combination. It's sewn together from a mixture of wool and cotton dyed a simple rustic brown, all the better for hiding the spills and stains which are part and parcel of running the nursery. Even the apron she wears over her dress isn't enough to fully protect her from such mishaps, and you notice that she's also wearing a pair of gloves, no doubt to deal with such. The skirts of Gwyn's dress extend all the way down to her calves, done in traditional lupine fashion, and you have to admit they look rather comely as they swish while she walks. Beneath that, a pair of thickly furred boots so common to the cold north protects her feet, more or less completing her attire. Practical but charming at the same time — it's very... her, for lack of a better word to describe it.
You have to ask, though. Every time you've seen her, she's always wearing the same thing. Does she... um...
Gwyn giggles. "Of course not! It's just that this colour really hides the stains and spills that don't wash out. Don't be silly!"
Um, okay.
"Daddy was a little creeped out when I first got to sew together my own clothing; he said Mommy was always big on uniforms, whatever that means, and that I must've gotten it from her. But that was more than seven years ago now, and he's kind of gotten used to it."
Well, time to move on.
Gwyn's figure is the sort of stocky, hardy sort that's not too uncommon in lupines — it's a simple matter to tell that her rack is stacked. Full, plush orbs, each one enough to comfortably exceed the scope of one hand — that's some serious heft that she's packing there, the fabric draped thinly over it.
From there on, the contours of her dress flow lightly over what must be prodigious hips, and that's all you can make out for now. It's a small taste of what you might be able to see someday if you're able to ever coax her out of her clothes — a free sample, if you will.
Gwyn's hands and feet end in paw-like appendages, which are exactly what they seem — a cross between human hands or feet and an actual wolf's paws, complete with an opposable thumb in the former's case. A thin slit has also been cut in the back of her skirts to accommodate her adorably fluffy tail, a long, elegant thing that's so soft and silken to the touch.
Ah. Homely, nice, and definitely pleasing to have around, with a seemingly endless supply of patience — when it's warranted, of course. It's little wonder why the baroness went ahead and appointed Gwyn the nursery matron.
(Cait)Age20
Cait's appearance screen varies depending on TFs, which companion set she's using, whether you've fucked her, as well as other variables. This is the base appearance screen.
All told, Cait's got an incredibly voluptuous body that draws stares on the streets, and her outfit is revealing enough to make her figure all the more obvious. She's wearing a pair of tall, leather boots that reach up well over her knees, with a hint of bare skin between them at the hem of a sinfully short, lacy white skirt that shows off more than a little panty-clad butt whenever she bends over. A belt loaded down with potions and herb-pouches holds the skirt firmly in place, and is the last article of clothing before a long expanse of bare, flat belly. Her top is almost impossibly tight around her ample chest, sheer white fabric that perfectly hugs her curves to just above the elbows, and down to just below her bust, where it cuts off at a tight, elastic band.
Over that, Cait wears a loose fitting white robe, the same kind other priestesses usually don. Lucky for your appraising gazes, she doesn't keep her robes tied up, instead leaving them open-faced and hanging like a cloak off her shoulders, held in place by a red jeweled clasp. Cait keeps her long, oaken staff slung over her back, held in place by a strap that goes right between her heavy breasts. The staff is tipped with a pale crimson gemstone cut to resemble a heart, and wreathed with a solid wooden ring to protect it.
Caitriss is a lithe and athletic catgirl standing at about five foot eight, or a little over if you count her big, perky cat-ears. Pale skin covers most of her body, and she sports a cutely feminine face with a small, upturned nose beneath a pair of big, blue eyes with vertical slits. Her face is framed by short, not-quite-shoulder length hair that's clearly blonde, though her locks have been highlighted with a bright, bubbly pink color. Her ears and the long, flexible feline tail behind her are both completely masked in pink, giving the cat-girl a playful and cheery look.
While most catfolk are svelte and slender, clearly nobody gave that message to Cait's chest: she's sporting a hefty pair of breasts that jut proudly from her chest. They're perfectly rounded, weighty but delightfully bouncy, and oh-so-soft looking even through her clothing. You guess she must fill out an enticing E-cup — large enough to make you want to just plant your face between her tits and nuzzle up to the perky cat-babe.
Continuing your perusal of the girl's body, you see that Cait's got long, slender human-like legs with toes ending in small, finely-pointed claws; her fingers are much the same, though those claws are painted a dark blue like her eyes. Her legs connect to a handful of spankable ass, just big enough to jiggle a bit whenever she walks. Seeing where you're looking, she wiggles her broad hips and reels her tail back to give herself a playful swat on the backside, making her rump bounce with the impact.
(Alraune)Age???
The titanic flower in the glade's heart rustles, accompanied by a series of gasps and moans from inside its lush red petals. Slowly, sensuously, the bulb unfurls itself, releasing a cloud of yellow-hued pollen and the sickeningly-sweet scent of sexualized nectar. A naked body slumps out of the flower, a lupine man covered in sticky golden juices from head to toe and to his raisin-dry balls and leaking red cock. He gasps for breath, scrabbling away from the other figure still standing in the heart of the flower.
Or rather... growing from it.
The woman has no legs, but sprouts from the thighs up straight out of the irriguous flower's heart. The lupine's seed leaks freely from a fragrant flowery pussy, smeared across her impossibly broad hips and thick thighs. Her verdant green skin is wrapped in writhing pink vines as fine as her lustrous emerald hair and a long tongue plays across full, pouty lips as she drinks your group in. Crimson eyes linger on you, giving the poor man she'd been coupling with time to scarper.
(Liaden)Age24
In search of a Lumian Cleric that can purify the hornet hive's corrupted honey reserves, Brother Sanders points the Champion to a young paladin that a former comrade-in-arms insisted that he should meet, unfortunately he has not been able to meet her due to his duties. Journeying to Hawkethorne's southern gates will have the Champion bear witness to a pair of centaur fleeing from a woman hefting a bronze poleaxe on her shoulder, as she mocks back the centaur's earlier threat. Upon noticing the Champion, she states that she hopes she didn't startle them, and rhetorically asks if the Marches is always this dangerous, considering the numerous encounters she's had since she arrived. She introduces herself: Liaden, a paladin of Lumia, and asks what she can do for them. The Champion explains the current situation with the hive and the need for a Lumian cleric. She comments that she came to seek Riordan Sanders, but the hornet hive deserves her attention, and she agrees to aid the hive and make her way to meet Azyrran.
(Wynne-femBerwyn)Age17
Wynne is a humanoid half-lupine woman, standing a bit on the dimunitive side at just five feet and one inch tall. While she has the familiar features of a human – a human face, with button nose, thin lips, raised cheekbones, and bright eyes, as well as two arms and legs – she is pocked with snow-white lupine fur in various spots, including her arms and legs. She as a long, bushy tail that occasionally swishes from behind her, and she has tall, triangular, lupine ears atop her head in place of a more human set. Wherever there isn't fur is chocolate-hued skin with a complexion so smooth, it'd make any beautician curious and envious. On her head, draping all the way down to the backs of her knees, is long, white, full-bodied hair that must take several hours to comb and wash a day. Her shoulders are svelte, and her hips curve into an exaggerated hourglass, with her hips being substantially wider apart than the rest of her midsection. Wynne normally wears some fairly mundane clothing: a mage's robe, made with thinner material than you would have expected, that covers her arms, shoulders, and stomach, but rides high on her thigh while still keeping her decent. A hole's been cut in the chest to let it breath a bit more... and to give whoever wants a look a good show. Sitting on her head is a massive magician's hat that, frankly, looks like it weighs as much as the rest of her outfit together. Sitting on Wynne's chest are a pair of tiny, A-cup breasts that bulge so slightly against the cloth on her chest that they could be mistaken for pecs. After the incident in the tower, when Wynne had the opportunity to reconstitute herself, she gave herself a pair of bug-bites for breasts. That's simply what she wanted. Sitting between Wynne's legs is a pussy, vibrant and tight – to make a long story short, she only acquired it recently, and as a result, it was virginal... up until you made sure it wasn't, anyway. Sitting underneath Wynne's tail and between her ass cheeks is her butthole, where it belongs. You're rather acquainted with it by now. And you think she would prefer it if you acquainted yourself with it again soon.
(Matiha)Age27
Matiha is a fully-human woman that stands at roughly six feet and one inch tall, although with the hat she's wearing, you'd ballpark that estimate by an inch, give or take. She has deep-brown eyes and black hair that reaches down to around the base of her neck. While she has thin eyebrows, all of the hair has gone to her eyelashes, making them much thicker than the average woman's. Her skin is a pale white all over, but, in contrast, she wears black lipstick. The areas around her eyes are very slightly sunken and darker in hue than the skin around them, giving off the impression that she's in need of some decent sleep. Her cheekbones are raised and her jaw is angular, making her a more 'picturesque' woman of beauty, if not for her apparent drowsiness. She wears a fairly muted outfit for a witch of her caliber: a plain robe made of thin-but-elastic dark-blue material that clings to her form, with extra padding along the shoulders, and it rides high on her thigh, showing off quite a bit of skin on her smooth, immaculate leg. Sitting on the crest of her neck is a ruby amulet that is probably more than just an accent for her clothes, but you don't have the expertise to say for certain. And sitting on top of her head is a proper witch's hat: its brim is nearly as wide as she is tall, and the crest on its top would add another four feet to her height if it were standing upright. If you stuck a pole in it, it'd work amazingly as an umbrella. Matiha's body is slender across the shoulders, stomach, and hips, but that's where the modesty ends: her thighs are thicker across than her head, and her rear end extrudes from her outfit such that it causes the already-cut skirt of her robe to ride even higher up her side – if she were to take a wrong step, or the wind were to blow just right, the fabric would flutter over her junk and flash whoever happened to be looking. But none of that even touches on her primary asset: sitting on top of her chest are a pair of absolutely monumental breasts. Matiha has what you'd ballpark to be G-cup tits – a pair of boobs so massive that they dominate her aesthetic, no matter what she'd be doing or wearing. They're so huge that she either needs to prop them up with her arm, or she needs to use magic to keep them from dragging the rest of herself down. They're so large that, if you were short enough, you could stand underneath them and they'd provide shade from the sun and shelter from the rain. Her nipples and areola are likewise so massive that they jut against the fabric of her clothing, even when they aren't erect. Between Matiha's legs is an ordinary human vagina, although she's is a fan of using what little polymorphing magic she knows to make herself as elastic as necessary while still as tight as can be. And between her luscious butt cheeks is her asshole, right where it belongs.
(Gytha)Age22
The woman is a boreal elf with a long, aureate ponytail that flows up to her lower back and wiggles every time she moves her head. A single lock of hair has escaped her bun; a golden river that springs over her eyebrows and runs down her face to tickle one of her cheeks before falling gently over her shoulder. Just as if she was trying to hide that lock, Gytha runs her fingers over the fringe and pushes it behind her pointy ear, only for the hairs to mock her attempts and return to their original position.
The girl averts your gaze and a faint blush appears over her pale face. One thing is clear: Gytha gets excited easily. She bites her lip and her breathing turns heavy. Her chest rises every time she inhales and you swear her tits are just about to pop out from the leather vest that poorly conceals her bust. Around her waist she wears a split kilt that leaves her legs almost entirely bare all the way up to a leather thong shielding her sex.
"Don't you have a trace of shame in you, outsider?" she asks, while turning her face away from you. Still, she can't hide her blush. "Stop staring at my body as if you wanted to make it yours to play with.
(Gweyr)40
If Garth is towering, Gweyr is massive. She's got at least a full head of height over her husband, and is thick to match; the constant cold of the rift has only encouraged her to grow stouter like everything else here in a bid to stave off the cold. Perhaps in her youth she might've been more stereotypically feminine and curvaceous, but the years and rigors of the Rift have taken their toll on her, turning her more stolid and blocky — or at least, what you can tell of her frame under the thick furs and pelts. Her fur is grey, but has been blotched to greyish-white in several places, especially about her muzzle; not that you can see most of it given how well she's wrapped up in her clothes.
And what clothes they are. The thick coat and fur-lined boots of leather and hide — all made by herself — are one thing, but the way she's bound her tail is another. It makes sense to wrap up her extremities like this lest she lose them to frostbite, but seeing the pelt tied about her tail like wrappings is... well. That's not to mention the snowshoes, or the slitted bone coverings she wears over her eyes, propped up upon her muzzle.
"You have to wear these when you go out during the day," Gweyr explains. "All the snow and ice constantly reflects the sun into your eyes, and if you don't protect yourself, you'll go blind; that's one of the first things I learned from the pale elves when I arrived in this place. Not all at once, but over weeks and months; the damage adds up and when you realise what's going on it's too late to do anything about it. And the snowshoes, they spread out my weight so I don't sink into drifts when I walk on them. Not that any of the natives have any problems with either... but if you're not born of the Rift, it hates you with a passion you can't even begin to imagine."
She certainly looks like a mad hermit, that's for sure. Meaty fingers and hammer hands bear hard, ragged claws, and you notice that several of Gweyr's teeth are misaligned and overgrown, jutting from her jaws like an orc's tusks.
Given that there's a source of hot water in her home, you don't imagine baths are in short supply, but soap... well, that's another matter. If anything, the wolfess looks like a weather-beaten boulder, if nothing else. Her arms and thews are thick, her bosom is as massive as it is solid, and while her furs are clearly comfortable and easy to move in they nevertheless give the impression that the wolfess is just straining at their seams with every step that she takes. A massive, imposing monster; it's not surprising how she wound up being the captain of a mercenary company in her youth, or how she and Garth wound up building a place as impressive as the Frost Hound between the two of them. Even so, up in this miserable place, perhaps Gweyr is at home in a hellscape that hates her as much as she hates it. Anyone lesser would've either perished or given up.
(Byvernia)Age27
To encounter Byvernia, the Champion must either be at least level 4 or have completed Right of Conquest.
While venturing through the Foothills, the Champion finds the unnatural quiet of the hills concerning, noting that their journey has never been this quiet. This train of thought is cut-off when a throwing axe sails past their head, over their companions' heads if they are not travelling alone, and crashes into the craggy ground. The chains attached to the axes pull back and the axes fly back to their owner as she grumbles that they might be worth their weight in scales. After facing their aggressor, the taeleer comments that she'd prefer dealing with larger drakes more than annoying people, however, at least annoying people know how to stay out of her way, or if the Champion is a Wyvern; noting that they aren't a natural one, but they've clearly gone off the deep end if they're like the wyvern now. Having gotten a better look at her, they ask who she is, however, she doesn't give an answer and instead moves in for a fight.
The Champion will pick up her name after downing her for the first time, but instead of going down, she will drink a vial from her belt and ask if they think they can best her with such pathetic tactics, before she unlatches her coat and continues the fight, having fully recovered.
For victory and defeat options, see the section below. There are a few unique lines for defeating Byvernia the first time you meet her.
(Drider Queen-Lilyann)Age32
Standing nearly eight feet tall as her eight legs ferry her around, the woman's white hair billows with the winds and lets her black-eyed gaze ensnare your attention. Her coat's heavy grey furs clad her human half as warmly as her spider half's fur, stretching against securing harnesses thanks to her H cup tits.
(Arona)Age24
Arona is a mighty orcish warrior, seven feet and ten inches of chiseled muscle and toned, dark green flesh. Like any orcess, she sports a pair of small tusks jutting up from her lower jaw, peeking out from her hard black lips, and slightly tapered ears that are pierced with rows of gold studs along their upper halves. Despite the dusky hardness of her body, Arona's eyes are a brilliant blue, full of more cunning than her battle-forged physique would belie. Her hair is black as sin and naturally thick and shaggy, though it has been shaved down on either side, leaving a hawk of trimmed hair that transitions into a long braid down her back.
Despite her powerful muscles, Arona's femininity is beyond question: a pair of weighty DD-cups breasts sit high on her chest[if Warhides set:, only just held back by the tight embrace of her hide-and-leather top, though even with its fur lining, her outfit leaves plenty of enticing cleavage open to your perusal|else if Chieftain's Bronze set: beneath her Chieftain's Bronze]. Her nipples are as black as her lips, broad plates of midnight each pierced with silver bars, keeping them stiff no matter her arousal. Beneath her bountiful amazonian bust is a toned, hard chest and softer belly that shows just a hint of chiseled muscle as it transitions into her flared hips.
Her lower chest is inked with a set of claw-mark tattoos, three sharp savage lines under each breast. Her upper arms are likewise adorned with swirling, softer patterns. A wolf's head bearing a pair of antler-like horns is inked onto her left shoulder, a mark of her clan; the other is patterned with interwoven circles.
Arona's outfit is as eye-catching as its wielder, meant to emphasize the orc's hard-won assets more than to protect her in battle. Her ample chest is supported and contained by a tight wrap of hide and leather, lined with grey fur and held together by a straining bronze clasp suspended between her breasts. It leaves her belly and upper arms completely bare, as if her tattoos and muscle alone are enough to shield her from harm.
[if Chieftain's Bronze set:Her forearms and hands are wrapped in hide gauntlets reinforced with crude metal plates, stained with dried blood and rust. Similar greaves gird her legs, up to the knee, where they once again give way to her thick, muscular thighs and then into a pair of beast-hide breeches that hug her hips snugly. The garment rides up her ass, leaving half of each firm cheek exposed, but the real eye-draw is the thick bulge between her legs. Atop all of that, she wears a great bronze helmet with a feathered plume. Somehow, she's convinced herself all this armor lets her be less defensive in battle...]
She's carrying an over-sized warhammer slung on her back, looking more like the weapon of an angry storm-god than something a humanoid should be swinging. Yet she handles the massive weapon with ease, making it seem feather-light... until she crashes it into someone with ground-shaking force. A chipped and battered wooden shield complements the grand hammer, bearing the demon-wolf sigil of her clan painted in shades of blood and sable-red.
Arona might have been a full-bodied woman once, if the black-lipped and vice-strong pussy between her legs is any indication, but through some orcish witchcraft, she's become so much more. A pole of dark green cock hangs down from above her twat like an overt challenge to any other would-be man in the room, easily twelve inches long and thick as a halberd's haft. Below that magnificent slab of meat (not for long) hang a pair of weighty balls, swollen with potent orcish seed and dangling low beneath her cock. The bulk of her nuts all but conceals her feminine sex, as if it's nothing to her now that she can breed like a virile stud.
Opposite that, Arona has a toned, firm behind. Her shallow cheeks conceal a cock-draining asshole, right where it belongs.
(Hretha)Age25
The middle child of the Kervus tribe, Hretha, is a big woman. She stands about 7'8", and while she's nowhere near as ripped as Arona or Agroth, she is still quite muscular. Hretha is overall well-built with broad breeding hips and E-cup breasts, a bit larger than her sister's, and her black fur bustier struggles to contain them. She has greyish green skin, paler than her siblings, and has fiery red hair worn in a loose plait that falls around one shoulder.
Hretha is blind, her eyes cloudy and sightless. She relies on her junior priestess and her wolf companion, Gerik, to guide her around the camp and to perform many of her daily tasks.
The oracle wears a thick fur bra that envelops and restrains her tits, alongside a knee-length hide skirt, leather boots, and a shawl of wolfskin. She has a thick oaken staff fitted with a radiant sun made of bronze upon its head, each ray sharpened to act like a scythe blade, and a dark red gemstone set into the wood just below it.
Unlike Arona, Hretha is fully female, with a black-lipped cunt fringed with curly fire-red bush, and she has a plush butt that jiggles when she walks, and claps when she bounces. She's got a tight little pucker tucked between those cheeks, dark as sin. Her breasts are each pierced with a bone talon, keeping her dusky teats always semi-erect and sensitive to the touch — a fact that she's only too eager to have exploited.
(Infrith)Age16
Infrith is a young she-orc of about 16 years. She stands about 7'4, with thick and curvy build that's noticeably less muscular than most of the other orcs in the tribe. She has dark brown hair worn loose around her shoulders and rust-colored eyes, along with a pair of chipped-off tusks. Infrith has been gifted with the most fertile figure in the orcish camp: she has tremendous hips, a plush ass, and thick thighs, plus a weighty F-cup bust. Her figure is what pushed her parents to give her over to Lumia rather than to forge her into a warrior.
Infrith wears a fur bustier, plus a knee-length hide skirt and boots. She wears an amulet with Lumia's holy symbol, though it often vanishes into her prodigious cleavage. She's no fighter, but she can cast argent spells
(Ragnild)Age28
Standing at six feet six inches, Ragnild is more a stout orc than a tall one, her body having decided to concentrate on growing out instead of up. Thick muscles wrap about body, more bulging and practical than chiseled and shapely; they're clearly visible on what muddy green swampwater-colored skin's exposed on her body. Like any orcess, she sports a pair of small tusks jutting up from her lower jaw, peeking out from her hard black lips, and slightly tapered ears that are partially hidden under her grey hair; she's done it up in a high ponytail to keep it out of the way at work, while her face is framed by twin locks that brush against her cheeks. Her face is less squarish and her chin more pointed than one might expect of the average Kervus orcess; along with her muddy skin color, it suggests mixed heritage of some sort, perhaps some ancestry from the heartland tribes.
Though most of Ragnild's front is covered by a thick leather apron, her furs clothe her considerably less from the back and sides, leaving little doubt as to her feminine curves. Weighty, dense D-cups sit on her chest, bordering on DDs — she's clearly the kind of girl who goes for density and gravitas over simple size. Brown-black, coin-sized areolae surround equally dark, perky nipples that push against her furs, belieing a raw, powerful sensuality fitting of a powerful woman.
Ragnild's defined abs stand out from the contours of her midriff, the result of a lifetime of heavy lifting coupled with evenings spent with Hretha and tea instead of feasting and drinking. She doesn't have the speed that would be expected of a proper orc warrior, but speed isn't what's required for her job, anyway.
Moving down, flared, motherly hips and muscled thighs fight for dominance on her frame — with how thick she is, Ragnild gives the impression that she could easily crush skulls between her legs and not even notice. Her entire front is covered by a long, thick leather apron, and her hands are protected from the forge by thick, elbow-length leather gloves. Even so, there're a number of burn scars on her upper arms, reminders of youthful mishaps learning the trade at her father's feet. Thick-soled shoes protect her feet from any inadvertent mishaps and sharp edges accidentally strewn on the ground.
The centerpiece of Ragnild's work ensemble is a stylised bronze mask shaped to resemble a ferocious sabretooth tiger, its mouth open and snarling, its eyes set with dark tinted glass. It's meant to protect her from the heat and light of the forge while working, but the amount of effort and fine detail that's gone into the piece makes it look more ceremonial than practical. Knowing her, though, she wouldn't wear it on the job if it didn't serve any actual purpose.
All in all, Ragnild's a honest example of stolid hard-working orcish womanhood. Not much for the battlefield like Arona is, nor sexy and mystical like her friend Hretha... instead, she's the quiet, solid backbone that keeps orc society in running order, inasmuch as it runs at all.
(Azyrran)
At first glance, she seems nearly human, with dark skin, an ample bosom, and long flaxen tresses hanging down to her slender shoulders. However, you soon see that her arms and legs are covered in a shiny black chitin, looking like a mix between armor and sexy negligee — but there's no mistaking the black-painted breastplate she wears. It's a vest of solid bronze protecting the girl's midriff, though it leaves her chest covered by nothing more than a tight silk wrap that clings her ample bosoms and is obviously stained with droplets of amber liquid. Her bare thighs reveal more dark caramel flesh, up to the short skirt that protects her modesty, and seems to be liberally coated with thick clumps of pollen.