Open Chronicles The Punishment Game

[Drastus Tal'deneshaar]

When Kalix looked betrayed Drastus smiled back.. "Hey, I'd bring ya back so there would be the undead Kaliza!" What a bro. He deserved a medal. Drastus would revel in the chance to spank Liza, and by the gods she would have thought he harnessed the power of a thousand burning suns to do so! Or.. touch the fire glyph and add a burning sensation to the spank. One couldn't be too certain.

Some students got to confess their undying love to some teachers which was a treat, Kalix got naked adjacent, girls drooled, his surprise face, but unlike Zael, he had a few coins to toss at Kalix. Then came Zael. His buddy. His pal. And when it came his turn to spank him he would set his hand between Zaels shoulders and push him further down. Hand slid along the fire glyph accidentally and -another- happy landing. Second bro medal awarded.

Then his Shadow Queen got nekkid adjacent and it took some effort to lift his jaw up off the floor. Scarousal. She was crazy, he was crazy. Hell Rupert was rooting for him.

Then it was his turn, Rupert puppet activate. "Alright ladies and gents. Round three. Here comes a five!" He rolled the dice again and once more it spun on its corner, teased a five, but landed on a one. Fuck. He didn't have underwear on. He rarely ever did, at least while at the academy. Looks like they were getting a peep show for free.

"Zael, give me a beat." Drast would say through Rupert cosplay and once said beat was provided, Drast would strip to it. First the shirt, revealing the burn scars that aligned the left side of his body, meshed with the near literal completed canvas of ink that was his body. Then he kicked off the slides to Zael and finally shimmied free of his pants. There may have been a moment where somethings were no longer left to imagination, but thankfully Ventress had supplied him with two pairs of gloves for his big hands that could craftily be used to establish some decency. Barely. He would have to find something in the meantime. Because it would not hold for long.

As he carefully sat, he looked at Ella. This was the second time his die shifted weirdly. Then again, she wouldn't do that to him so instead he just grinned at her. He had to work fast. "Zael, mind tossing her the die?" He asked in Rupert cosplay.

Everleigh Ebersol Liza Newcastle Zael Castomir Eleanor

 

[Liza Newcastle]

Watching Kristin and Ella delivering flowers to the proctors was the highlight of the night so far. And getting to slap Kalix's ass harder than she had ever slapped anybody before was a wonderful feeling. But the night was about to get infinitely better. Liza watched in wide-eyed awe as Drastus, Zael, and Delaney took their turns stripping down to their underwear. She couldn't help but notice Evie drooling next to her, though she couldn't blame her.

Liza took the die, and tossed it onto the board. A victorious grin spread across her face. This had to be the easiest space on the board! Mere child's play in comparison to the embarrassment and pain she had endured thus far.

A cursory scan of the immediately ruled out the boys. Liza couldn't remember the last time the proctors had forced them to shower, but the three of them likely hadn't showered since. So out of the rest, who would smell the least? As Liza pondered her options, a familiar sweet smell wafted by.

"Evie! Let me smell yours!" Despite feeling fairly confident in her choice, Liza was still a touch apprehensive. She leaned in cautiously and breathed in lightly. "Umm... Her armpit actually smells really nice... Almost as nice as her hair..." Liza paused. "Pears and... Something else... Can't put my finger on it..." That was surely descriptive enough, right?

"Here ya go Kris." Liza said returning to her spot and handing Kristen the die.

 

[Kristen Pirian]

Roll: 1 (White Token)​

Kristen almost couldn't believe she had actually chosen well! Quite enamored, was she, with Proctor Pallatrix's sober and level-headed response. Why, she had been expecting something akin to Proctor Magomo's treatment, "smoking" her, which was his way of saying force her to exercise until steam rose off of her skin in the cool air. Proctor Pallatrix even complimented her! Far from being a punishment, this so turned out in such a delightful way that Kristen was practically skipping back to the room (wearing something of a smug smirk, however tiny, at what Proctor Pallatrix had said concerning her peers).

Zael stripped out of his clothes, and Kristen's face ignited to a color to rival Ella's hair. Drastus, not much later, would as well, and red topped red upon her cheeks. The male physique was still something of a curious mystery to Kristen, something she'd only truly been exposed to once enrolled in the Academy. And between Zael and Drastus, she found it...(oh gosh)...enthralling.

Kristen slapped Kalix's posterior with noticeably more enthusiasm than she had Liza's. There were a few good arguments explaining why.

Ella got the same square Kristen did, and, oh, what luck! She escaped unscathed! Kristen truly didn't want to see any harm come to her, even though she barely knew her and their last interaction at the Ball had been rather stiff. The highlight, though, had less to do with Ella and more to do with Delaney. Oooh, a hug! And she was proud of her! She had the best friend of the whole Academy, and to that she would readily attest.

Then Delaney had to strip down to her underclothes as well. Kristen did everything she could to avert her eyes out of modesty, but, as it was with her sparring matches, she lost. Sneak peeks here and there, thoughts of a certain night and a certain drunken escapade. If ever there was a time in which Kristen was thoroughly confused about her emerging adolescent feelings, it was right now.

Liza didn't get it so bad. Everleigh apparently smelled quite lovely! Truly, it could be difficult in the strict schedule of the Academy to keep oneself proper--Kristen certainly empathized with the pains taken in the effort!

Her roll. A one, oh what was it then--

"NO!" Kristen shrieked. "Aionus forbid! It's so unbelievably uncouth, I couldn't! I can't!" Kristen slapped her hands over her face and groaned in abashed agony.

Then, with a burst of mustered resolve, Kristen said, "Don't move, Kalix! Don't move! I can't belie...AHHHHH!"

With a now-or-never urgency, fearing her resolve might break as quickly as it had manifested, Kristen plunged her finger deep into Kalix's nose, her nail scraping around on the inside, the moist feel in that nasal tunnel coating the tip of that exploring finger, and she could've sworn she could feel the light throb of tiny blood vessels behind the warm wall of tissue.

Another shriek, this one as though she were being stabbed, and she withdrew her finger. She whimpered pitifully (overdramatically, by some reckonings) and shivered intensely from how wrong (UNCOOOOOOUTH-AAA!) it felt.

Everleigh Ebersol Drastus Tal'deneshaar Liza Newcastle Delaney Lennox Mars Pallatrix

 

[Zael Castomir]

Roll: 4 (Red Token)​

Ever was a goddamn mad genius with this game. Next time, Zael was going to have to drag all of the boo-hoo-please-take-me-seriously types along: Ralene, Edric, Noel, Sable, that lot. Blackmail 'em if he had to.

So first off, he got to keep his slap hand sharp. Again. ON KALIX. Balance out the softness of Liza with the firmness of Kalix, that's just part of a balanced diet, folks. Drastus even gave Zael a boost and helped him smack that ass even harder. Now that's what friends are for! Man, Kalix got Zael's shirt for free, but somehow still ended up paying for it--that's hilarious.

Then more clothes came off, and Drastus and Delaney joined the underwear brigade. Well, goddamn, what do you want for dessert? Chocolate or vanilla? How about both, Mr. Elbion frost mage, how about both. Zael did give a beat for Drastus to strip: a nice percussion set by beating on his own chest like a gorilla.

After Liza took a trip to the local fruit stand, and after Kristen nearly had a heart attack spelunking her finger in Kalix's nose, it was Zael's turn.

And a four got him to...

"Lick the toes..." his smirk slowly grew to legendary proportions, "...of someone you choose."

See, now he could enjoy the shit out of himself by licking Delaney's toes. To be honest, he wouldn't mind any pair of feet in this room.

But how was he gonna piss off Liza if he didn't lick Ever's toes?

"Eenie meenie miney--Ever! You're up. Show me those feet and don't fuckin kill me."

Purposefully keeping eye contact with Liza the whole time (second time tonight, Kress, it was fun to see her get mad), Zael's tongue got to work. Starting with the big toes on each foot and working his way down to the pinky toes, flicking the little twins with his wagging tongue as if blowing a raspberry on them.

Everleigh Ebersol Drastus Tal'deneshaar Liza Newcastle Delaney Lennox

 

[Kalix]

Why the hell were all the guys getting naked? Okay so Delaney was naked, yeah, but Kalix liked ladies with more meat on their bones! Why couldn’t Ella get naked instead? Drastus was a good-looking guy, yeah, and all that ink was super cool— Kalix would ask him later where he could get ink like that— but man, would much rather see a pair of breasts (even if they were small!) over a pair of balls!

He zoned out with Liza smelling the grape-flavored bitch’s armpit and saying it smelled like whatever. Actually, he wasn’t paying much attention until KP’s finger was up his nose. And this caused even Kalix to feel his face turn red. And he frowned. Wiping at his nose. Was… was it really that bad? Sure it wasn’t the best hole to stick a finger in….

“Gross.” Kalix rolled his eyes. Why was everyone suddenly smelling Everleigh’s pits and licking her toes now? He grabbed the dice and rolled. Four. Okay, sweet. That was… “no fucking way.” Kalix said. “I’m not doing that to my bro.” Everleigh merely raised a dark brow in response.

“Do you want to quit then? You’re technically in the lead.” Kalix frowned. “Or… you can trade it in for another punishment. It’s only worth half a point though. But a half point may be all you need to win. You’d have to do the trade in punishment though no matter what or you forfeit.” Kalix shrugged. Not bad, not bad at all.

“Do a handstand for one minute.” Kalix nodded his head. He went to the wall, hoisting himself up on the palms of his hand and resting his legs against the wall for support. His shirt slid down and over his face so all of his muscular torso was on display. Everleigh counted and then Kalix was done. He grinned, feeling woozy but hey, at least all that blood from earlier had gone to his head. His face was beet red to prove it!

 

[Eleanor]

Official Roll: 6/3 / Trade-In Roll: 6
Token: Blue

Eleanor wanted to vomit as the grossest punishments were picked. She just looked down at the floor until it was her turn again.

Roll. Talk like Jaxan. Nope.

"I am going to take the same choice as Kalix. I am not going to talk like that fucking prick."

She rolled again. Break an egg over your head and you can’t clean it up.

"Fuck, but better than the alternative!" Ella took the egg from Evie with a scowl and smashed it on her head. She made sure she was close enough to Evie that some would hit her.

 

[Delaney Lennox]

Official Roll: 2 / Trade-In Roll: 3
Token: Black

Delaney was not bringing a flower to a Proctor. It just was not going to happen. She rolled for the trade-in and smiled broadly as she read it.

Eat a whole unpeeled banana.

A small tendril of shadow slithered across the floor and wrapped its way up Evie's arm. A few moments later, Evie gave a single nod and the shadow dissipated.

Delaney took the banana with grace and slowly lowered her underwear clad body to her knees. She sat back on her heels and started to unpeel the banana. She heard Kalix start to protest and threw him a look that promised death if he didn't shut the fuck up.

The was the last time her eyes left Kristen for the duration of this punishment. Slowly the peel came away from the banana. A smirk flickered over her face as she held Kristen's gray eyes with her own lavender ones. She brought the banana up to her lips and parted her lips. The banana slid into her mouth and she slowly started to eat it.

Small bite by small bite. Never breaking eye contact.

 

[Everleigh Ebersol]

Everleigh had to admit. She was very happy that both Drastus and Zael were practically naked. She was drooling. She actually was drooling, literally, next time the the academy told her to coat hundreds of blades with her saliva they just needed to bring in these three boys and have them be in their underwear. Even Kalix, Everleigh found him insufferable but she could appreciate his muscles, after all, Everleigh was slowly realizing just how arousing muscles actually were. She wished she could reach out and touch their broad backs.

But that thought soon fizzled out. Everleigh looked at Liza and then glanced away, her cheeks growing hot as she raised up her arm. Thank goodness she bathed two hours before this. Her blush didn’t leave, not until Kristen picked Kalix’s nose. Everleigh had to admit: she was wrong about Kristen. She was determined. And Everleigh could get behind that. She’d tell Kristen later because then Zael…

Everleigh tilted her head at the blonde, confused as to why he would think she would kill him. Evie removed her shoes and socks. Once again happy that she had bathed earlier, although she felt a tad bad for Zael. Thatthought soon faded away because dear Kress it tickled. Everleigh was red and giggling— and she never giggled, it was either a smirk or a grin or a short, teasing laugh. She looked over, only then seeing Liza’s face. Liza wasn’t staring at her she was… Evie looked at Zael and saw he was looking right back at Liza. Why did Liza look so upset?

Everleigh clamped her mouth shut, even raising both her hands to cover her mouth, and looked back over at Liza, mixed emotions going through her. Did Zael and Liza… were they…? When Zael finished, she quickly placed her socks and shoes back on, a somber expression coming over her face. The rest of the turns went by in a blur. And then it was time for round four.

“Here’s the current score: DRASTUS: 6, LIZA: 5, KRISTEN: 7, ZAEL: 7, KALIX: 6.5, ELLA: 5.5, DELANEY: 6.5.” Everleigh said, a forcing a impish grin, gaze skipping over Liza and Zael.

Drastus Tal'deneshaar Liza Newcastle Kristen Pirian Zael Castomir Kalix Eleanor Delaney Lennox

 

[Drastus Tal'deneshaar]

Roll: 2

Nothing exciting really happened this round,, though he did feel like a peace of meat, which was pretty cool. He was more focused on what he could use for underwear instead of his gloves.. then, it was his turn.

Drast was in last place (positioning wise) and Drast couldn't be in last place. Actually, he didn't mind. From behind was the way he rolled. And so he rolled again.

Fuck. Two. He had to go to a Proctor... with a flower.. nekkid. There was a moment of worry, of panic, but then he grinned. Mama didn't raise no bitch. Hand on the glove to keep it place, he hopped up. "Flower me. You guys are going to want to see this."

Flower received, he needed to have a hand free, so the flower was clenched tight between the cheeks as he strut his way through the halls, past at least one bewildered guard, and two stunned initiates. All confidence and all swagger, a glove clad and flower tucked Drastus made his way to Proctor Vernons room.

He didn't have time for quiet knocks. Big knocks. He had to make a scene. Several neighboring doors opened just as Vernon's did. The older man just glared daggers at the initiate. "Mister Tal'deneshaar.. dare I ask what you think you're doing?"

"I'm here like you asked." He said loudly with a grin. He relaxed his cheeks and reached back to catch the flower with his hand before offering it to the Proctor. "You said bring a flower, if I was down. Behold, I'm down."

The glare deepened as Vernon took the flower. "You mess with the bull, you get the Horns. Detention, tomorrow. And for the next three months." He started to close his door and paused. "Should you ever knock on this door again with your idiocy, ill finish what the fire started." He then dropped the flower outside the door and closed it.

Drast didn't wince until the remark about the fire and immediately got self-conscious. The walk back wasn't nearly as confident, at least the start of it. By the time he reached their hidey hole, he would be smiling again. For show or not. At least he had Rupert again.. and his booze. He would toss Liza the dice as he drank from his flask. At least he was able to keep the gloves in place with his hand so far.

Everleigh Ebersol Liza Newcastle Kristen Pirian Delaney Lennox

 

[Liza Newcastle]

Liza watched with mild boredom as Kalix and Ella chickened out and took alternative punishments, while Kristen picked Kalix s nose. Watching Delaney seductively eat a banana was entertaining though.

Zael's turn. His punishment: licking somebody's toes. And who did he pick? Everleigh of course. It was like the bastard was trying to piss Liza off, and to his credit, it was working splendidly. It's just a game... she repeated in her mind. And, surprisingly it was successful. Liza could feel herself calming down albeit at a snails pace. This was all well and good until Evie started giggling, causing Liza's blood to boil once more. She glared at Zael as he finished his task.

As the group departed to watch Drastus deliver a flower to a proctor, Liza stayed behind still fuming. And when they returned, a cold fire was still burning in her blue eyes. As soon as she laid eyes on Zael, she ripped into him.

"Un-fucking-believable Zael. How could you do that right in front of me!? With my best friend of all people! Did you even stop to consider how that would make me feel? After all the- No. You know what? We'll talk about this later. In private."

Liza angrily picked up the die and lobbed it at the board causing it to ricochet off violently and spin out on the floor. Two. "Eat an entire raw onion and swallow a raw egg." Another easy challenge. "Right. Hand 'em over Ebersol." She felt a twinge of guilt for speaking to Evie in such a rough manner, but pushed it aside. Liza peeled the onion and took a large bite out of it. Her eyes stung, but luckily for her it was relatively small and the egg chased it down.

She coughed an spluttered for a moment before pushing the die over to Kristen. Liza's eyes remained on the gameboard the entire time, an angry pout firmly cemented on her lips.

Everleigh Ebersol Drastus Tal'deneshaar Eleanor Zael Castomir

 

[Kristen Pirian]

Roll: 5 (White Token)​

Kristen was stressed. The sky was blue.

People were landing on squares that they didn't want to do. Oh no! Was this an omen? If Kalix and Ella, each brave in their own right, passed on something, surely there'd be something further along on the board that Kristen would utterly pale before! She hadn't looked. She was too scared to look.

Strangely, what calmed her down was a particularly lengthy session of Delaney consuming a banana, staring right at her as she did so. Oh, um...hooray? Those are healthy? She returned an awkward, goofy smile, helplessly noticing that Delaney's tongue was rather involved in the eating process.

Poor Drastus! He landed on the same woeful square that nearly claimed a trade-in from Kristen (second only to the nose-picking, ahhhh!) and he wasn't as lucky as Ella or herself. Detention? Proctor Vernon was going to throw Drastus in jail!? Or was it into what some of the Initiates called (in low, hushed tones) "the Box?" She honestly didn't know.

Liza was furious, and her fury reignited Kristen's stress levels. O-Of course she had a point, Zael was being rather incendiary with his obvious provocations, but seeing the anger from so small (and adorable) a frame as Liza's made Kristen fret so. She did, however, handle her punishment well. A raw onion and a raw egg? How abominable, Kristen's stomach would've made a foul mess. Luckily, Aionus was going to bless her roll and she'd skip right past--

SHE LANDED ON THE SAME SQUARE!!

"AHHHHH! No, no, no! It's so wretched! It's so unfathomably wretched!"

But she couldn't! She couldn't trade it in! What horrors lay in wait further along on the board? Truly, there would be something even more embarrassing than what she had to endure already. And if she had to choose between revulsion and embarrassment, alas! Revulsion it would be, for it was merely of the body. Physical! Her heart simply withered before too much embarrassment!

"Just give it to me!" she shouted at Everleigh (causing Zael to elbow Drastus and suggestively perk his eyebrows).

Kristen, whimpering horrendously, started on the onion. And she got to gagging immediately. Raw food. Raw. Mother would have fainted, and the House Pirian chef would've been aghast! By the end of it, Kristen was retching so hard that she was sweating, these bodily secretions joining in with the tears streaming down her cheeks and the mucus dangling from her nostrils. A trembling hand reached for the egg. She cracked it. Down it went.

And this was just too much. She turned around in a urgent whirl and puked all over the wall behind her, great heaving tides of vomit flying out of her mouth and splattering everywhere in the general direction.

As it turned out, this punishment was one of both revulsion and embarrassment for her.

Everleigh Ebersol Drastus Tal'deneshaar Liza Newcastle Delaney Lennox

 

[Zael Castomir]

Roll: 2 (Red Token)​

Damn, Zael kinda wanted to do a handstand in solidarity with Kalix. Bring back a little of that spirit of the old days and hold it until one of them collapsed--at least in this room it'd be fun, and the loser wouldn't get beaten to a pulp. Ella traded in her punishment too, and, heh, Zael had to say he was disappointed in the dice at that one: would've been keenly interesting to see Ella doing a handstand, see how gravity worked on a couple of her key assets.

The dice made up for it though. With Delaney. She was staring at Kristen the whole time, but Zael felt like he was the guest of honor at that particular show. Only when it was done did he realize he'd been staring. Hey, look, her current state of dress made it ten times better, and that's just plain honesty for ya.

Drastus, fuck, he picked the wrong Proctor. Detention. Huh. Zael knew the word, but he'd never heard of it around the Academy. Was this one of these new Republic things? Or was Proctor Vernon sugarcoating the word "torture" by spelling it D-E-T-E-N-T-I-O-N?

Liza. And there Zael was thinking that his efforts had been for nothing. Well, not nothing, Everleigh got to giggling which was as novel a sound as he'd just about ever heard, and feet were outted to be her soft spot. But Liza was waiting for her moment. And boy did she deliver.

"Later. In private." He snapped his fingers and then pointed at her. "You got it."

Not every spar needed to be fought in the arena.

Kristen puked (like she had in Vel Acan, her first mission, so Zael had heard) and then it was his turn. Come on, dice. Don't disappoint.

It didn't. Now, see, the girls' armpits were probably all going to smell nice, and what was the challenge in that? He had a spare coin in his pocket, so he took it out. Heads, Kalix, tails, Drastus. Flipped it. Annnnd...tails.

"Alright, Drastus, lemme get at the well-done side first." One, and then the other, and Zael reported confidently on the smell, "Now that's the result of a hot summer's day and pure, unbridled masculinity."

Everleigh Ebersol Drastus Tal'deneshaar Liza Newcastle Delaney Lennox

 

[Kalix]

Kalix wished he was Kristen. At least, at the moment Delaney was eating the banana. Although it would have been better if there was teeth involved, that was the only thing that made him not get completely lost in his thoughts.

Kalix felt bad for Drastus, really, he did, proctor Vernon was such a pain in the ass sometimes. No humor. Nothing. Probably why there were so many rumors about his wife leaving him. It was said for “martial differences” but everyone knew that just meant Proctor Vernon had no game and his wife got bored of him and probably eloped with an elf. He was thinking of something, maybe, after all Drastus did say he was going to kill him off in KKMF, but then Liza started yelling at Zael. And Kalix was smart, everyone thought he was dumb, but no, really, he was very smart. He understood this situation completely.

“In private? Then I hope you got room for a third,” he said with a grin, looking over at Liza. “Two’s better than one, right?” And with Zael smelling Drastus’ armpit, Kalix had to roll. And he got a measly one. He looked at the square. Looks like he was sniffing armpits, too. He glanced over everyone in the group, the only thought being who he could upset more.

“Ella,” Kalix said, grinning at the opportunity because that would be the closet he had been to yet near her chest, “raise up that arm.” He then leaned in, his head at a bit of a strange angle but if he played his cards right his cheek could… he pulled back, not that dauntless after all. “Uh, it doesn’t stink but it doesn’t smell like food.” He wiggled his nose a bit. “I dunno, it smells like… girl?” The ever eloquent and poetic Kalix said, handing Ella the die.

Eleanor Delaney Lennox Liza Newcastle Drastus Tal'deneshaar Kristen Pirian Zael Castomir

 

[Eleanor]

Official Roll: 4 then back 5
Token: Blue

Eleanor enjoyed the punishments this round until it was her armpit that Kalix chose to smell. Such a weird fucking punishment. She did feel bad about Kristen puking. Poor girl.

She took the die from him and rolled. She sighed heavily and rolled again. She went all the way back to licking someone's toes. She looked around the circle. Evie - no (bitch), Liza - no (she was being a little extra at the moment and Ella didn't want anyone getting mad at her), Drast - no (she was not making him move more than needed because of his lack of cover), Kristen - no (she didn't want Delaney to murder her), Delaney - no (she didn't want Kristen to murder her).

Ella looked between Zael and Kalix. Oh dear gods, this was terrible. "Zael, can I see that coin please?" he obliged and she caught it. Heads Zael, Tails Kalix. Heads. She let out a pained sigh and made her way over to Zael. "I need your toes, my dear," she said as she tried not to vomit.

She took his naked foot in her hand and proceeded to lick his toes. They weren't smelly or anything but she still gagged a few times as she completed her punishment. The only nice part was being this close to his size too small boxers.

Once she was done, she made her way back to her seat and wiped her tongue with her shirt a few times.

 

[Delaney Lennox]

Official Roll: 6/3 / Trade-In Roll: 8
Token: Black

Delaney immediately went over with her discarded clothing and helped clean up Kristen's face. Poor, sweet Kristen. Once she was sure that Kristen was good she went back over to her spot. She missed paying attentip tp the next few turns making sure that Kristen wasn't going to throw up again.

Once it was her turn, she rolled. Like Kalix and Ella, Delaney said fuck no to talking like Jaxan.

She rolled for her trade-in and she had to do a handstand for a minute. Delaney needed the wall for this and she knew it was going to end badly. Bra, underwear, and handstand. Yikes.

Delaney bent over and put her hands on the ground before kicking her feet up onto the wall. About thirty seconds into her punishment she felt a shifting.

"Fuck," she groaned as one of her breasts fell out of the safety of her bra. Delaney didn't care but she knew the boys were going to enjoy this way too much.

Once her time was up, she rearranged everything and sat down again.

 

[Everleigh Ebersol]

Everleigh wasn’t sure how she should take Liza’s outburst. She also wasn’t sure what “best friend” really meant. But one thing that Everleigh did understand was that she was the unbiased dealer, and outbursts had no place here. “It’s a punishment,” she said firmly, fourteen years at the academy peeking through her usual cheerful mischeviousness, “you don’t like seeing it, you’re free to quit. Anyone wants to make problems here,” she looked each participant in the eye, her gaze full of glee and hunger, “then I’ll happily remind you what a real punishment is.” It was the first and last warning that applied to everyone. She crossed her arms under her chest, waiting for someone to try and test her.

Everleigh frowned, looking at Kristen when she threw up. Well, it was a gross punishment, she had to admit. And really, Everleigh had to admit, Delaney, Ella and Kalix were being so lame. Talking like Jaxan for the rest of the game wasn’t that bad. Although, it was only worth one point. So with a shrug, she pulled out one of the hidden pouches on her, procuring a small sack and holding up a large peppermint sugar crystal. She gave it to Kristen.

“It’s alright, I’ll clean up the mess. This will help with the taste.” And while Delaney did her handstand she did clean up the vomit, not even making a face while doing so. Everleigh had seen much, much worse. It didn’t take long and then it was time for Round Five.

“Okay, the current score: DRASTUS: 10, LIZA: 9, KRISTEN: 11, ZAEL: 9, KALIX: 8.5, ELLA: 9.5, DELANEY 7. Kristen is in the lead, and so far, Delaney is last.” Everleigh said and looked at Kristen, giving her a nod of approval.

Drastus Tal'deneshaar Liza Newcastle Kristen Pirian Zael Castomir Kalix Eleanor Delaney Lennox

 

[Drastus Tal'deneshaar]

Roll: 5 Points: 10/14

Another round of excitement. Poor Kristen, he really did feel bad for her with the puking and when she was done he would offer her his flask to help wash down the tast of well.. everything. Then there was Delaney. The crazy hot or hot crazy girl. One breast demanded freedom and it wouldn't be stopped. Now, as himself, he was all for it. But as a well established gentleman in possession of two white gloves, he needed to act. So a second after the best wardrobe malfunction since Janice Jacksdottir, a single, heroic white glove would land atop her exposed self to spare her the glaring eyes of Kalix or Zael... and himself.

Evie announced the points and naturally, he was at the top of the leaderboard. So he snatched up the dice ready to go to work. "Alrighty.. round four.. let's go the distance." He rolled. Five. Another Proctor. A penis rune? That would be easy. He was an expert cocksmith.

He took a marker and got to work.. drawing it on his cheek. The rules did not specify it had to be a pure dick. He could disguise it, dress it up. So he did.

First was the basic penis shape. Glorious orbs up top, chute below. Then he started to morph the work of art into a lions head. But he also made sure the penis was still visible.

Once done, he would display it to the audience, slowly hop up to his feet (he was now down to one glove, so things were getting dangerous) and strut his way back down the halls. The group that followed him would walk the same halls, pass the same guard, and come to a stop near the same Proctors door.

He knocked on it again, not so loud as the last time. The door would open and Proctor Vernons everlasting scowl would appear. "Mister Tal'denesh-" he would start only to be cut off by the young initiate.

"Proctor Vernon, I am here to show you a rune I've created.." he would show off the cheek. ".. that gives me the strength of a lion. Dont mind the nekkidness.. I work best with a breeze."

The scowl only deepened. "Thats it. I got you for the rest of your natural born life at this rate. I will see you on Saturday." The door would slam shut.

Turning to the others victoriously, he would grin before returning to their hidey hole. He was going to have a lot to explain to his dorm mate when he got back tonight.

Everleigh Ebersol Liza Newcastle Kristen Pirian Delaney Lennox

 

[Liza Newcastle]

The other's punishments passed by in a blur as Liza remained blinded by her own fury. Compared to what she had wanted to say, Zael had gotten off easy. Just wait until I get him alone!

Liza did glance up from her fuming to scowl at Kalix. Room for a third? What? Did he want to feel her wrath too? Or did he think they were going to- ohhhh.... "Dumbass!" she spat venomously. Though that didn't sound like a bad idea either if she was being honest with herself. Delaney's little accident was also a nice distraction. Almost enough to make Liza forget why she was angry.

Evie's firm tone interrupted Liza's sulking, and her head jerked up to look at her. Liza's face reddened as she listened. Evie was right. It was just a game and she had been acting like a child. "Sorry..." Liza mumbled sheepishly to the group in general.

After they returned from Drastus' visit to Proctor Vernon, it Liza's turn again. One. Roll again and go back. Only to land on the same square as Drastus. Drawing a dick on her face had to be her easiest punishment yet.

Nothing in the rules saying it had to be drawn in marker. Liza drew it in her own blood as large as she dared, and rose to her feet. Her best bet for a proctor was probably that slacker Penworth.

Reaching the office door, Liza rapped on it loudly. "Umm... Proctor Penworth? I have discovered a new rune, and wish to show it to you!"

Everleigh Ebersol Kristen Pirian Drastus Tal'deneshaar Eleanor

 

[VigiloConfido]

Proctor Daniel Penworth was a Second Level Dreadlord who should have never gone higher than the Fourth Level. But, playing the political game well, he'd seen undeserved promotion after undeserved promotion. With the advent of the Republic, and hearing of the sweeping changes that were to be made to the Academy, he thought that becoming a Proctor would be the easy, cushy job he had always so desperately desired.

He was wrong. Not entirely wrong, but mostly wrong. Still, he found ways to do the bare minimum he could in his duty and maximize his "personal" time. And nobody, Proctor or Initiate, really knew what the hell he was always doing with his personal time.

Liza knocked on his office door.

The door opened slightly, and only Proctor Penworth's head was visible as he peeked out. In a mildly irritated tone, one with a hearty seasoning of disdain for having been interrupted, he said in his nasally voice, "What. What do you want?"

Initiate Newcastle. He'd forgotten her first name, and it was altogether surprising that he even remembered her last. He had no idea what her magic was. Oh. Rune magic. She discovered a new rune. And she showed--

Proctor Penworth blinked. Stated flatly, "Initiate Newcastle, that is a penis."

He closed the door.

Opened it back up ajar and poked his head out again and added as a quick afterthought, "Secure parchment and ink. Write a 20,000 word essay on the differences between female and male anatomy. You'll find it all terribly boring by the end. Turn it in to me before tomorrow at sundown or your free periods for the next week will be spent sparring with Initiate Edric."

Penworth closed the door again. He loved using other Initiates as methods of punishment. And he loved giving out essays. He never read them, just skimmed over the pages to see if there were words vaguely forming sentences written on them and then tossed the whole thing out.

Liza Newcastle

 

[Kristen Pirian]

Roll: 2 (White Token)​

Kristen offered Everleigh a weak, quivering smile, gratefully accepting the candy. Why, she was quite nice! This game had an overtly mischievous nature to it, but it was not in the slightest way mean-spirited, and for that Everleigh had Kristen's thanks. The peppermint did wonders in cleansing the foul taste from her mouth.

While settling back into some sense of normalcy after her harrowing experience with the raw food punishment, swishing the peppermint around in her mouth, the other punishments went by without much notice from her. All except for Delaney's, which caused her to suffer an acute attack of modesty and whip her eyes away from her best friend and stare straight forward. M-My, how terribly embarrassing for poor Delaney! Should Kristen have the misfortune of trading in for that punishment, she would have to absolutely ensure that her bosom was securely tucked in for the duration.

Time for her to roll. She almost dreaded it, but...this was the fun of the game, she supposed. Everyone was enduring this together. Hooray...for bonding...ahhhhhh.

"Sniff everyone's..."

Kristen looked wearily up to the unbiased dealer of the game.

"Everleigh...you appear to have a fascinating fondness for feet..." Exhaustion and reluctance dripped off of every word, but Kristen would admit that this could not be nearly as bad as her prior punishment.

Oh Aionus, lend her the strength. She went around and, ahem, performed what was required. Smelling everyone's feet each in turn. But now, oh no! She hadn't truly considered this second part! The ranking of them! She was being made to perhaps embarrass her peers! She thought mightily of quitting right then and there over it, but...she was already in it. Already halfway through.

Alright, boys at the bottom, they wouldn't care so much. But the tricky part lay with the girls. Even though there may have been so minute a difference between them that it was negligible, and really, none of them were approaching what could fairly be called "stinky," just the ranking could very much upset them!

Alas, she did come up with her ranking.

"From 'freshest' to 'stinkiest'..." She shrank down for a second and vigorously apologized, "I'm so sorry: Delaney, Liza, Ella, Everleigh, Drastus, Kalix, Zael! Please forgive me for being so forward!"

Everleigh Ebersol Drastus Tal'deneshaar Liza Newcastle Delaney Lennox

 

[Zael Castomir]

Roll: 5 / Trade-in Roll: 6 (Red Token)​

Alright, lay off of Liza for a bit. It was all fun and games until he pushed her too far and she got kicked from the game--Zael didn't want that. How was she gonna keep getting humiliated like the rest of them if that happened? And that's what it was all about. Teamwork!

The rundown: Kalix and Kristen got to sniffing select body parts, and probably not the specific parts nor people they really might have wanted. Delaney...woah. He forgot all about Ella doing the handstand and found himself supremely satisfied with the brief flash he saw. Drastus and Liza had a dick drawing contest that landed both of them in a steaming pile of shit.

Now, his turn. Stand back, and watch the winner overtake these early leads.

Well fuck.

"A dog? Nope. Fuck that. I'm tradin that in. That half point difference ain't worth it."

He rolled again. A six. Hey, he and Ella were gonna be yolk buddies.

"Keep your eye on it" Zael said, taking an egg from Ever's basket of goodies, "I'm gonna slow cook this thing and feed it to one of you by the end."

He cracked the egg over his head as directed, slimy yolk and egg white and broken bits of the shell dribbling through his hair and seeping down his face and onto his bare shoulders and chest.

Everleigh Ebersol Drastus Tal'deneshaar Liza Newcastle Delaney Lennox

 

[Kalix]

Kalix only grinned at Liza. Was the best that she could come up with really dumbass? Haha, poor short, little, small Liza. Kalix then rolled and huffed. What the fuck where with some of these punishments? This was only cementing further in his head that Everleigh may have been smart but she was as bad as some of those proctors!



At least he was fully clothed. And so his proctor of choice, just to mix things up, was Proctor Novgorodoff. He strode out of the room, went to Novgorodoff’s office and knocked on his door. Before the proctor could open it, Kalix got into position, back down on his hands and knees.



Proctor Novgorodoff opened the door and looked down at Kalix. The large initiate locked his golden eyes with Novgorodoff’s watery brown eyes and then lifted up his right leg. Thank goodness he was wearing pants. Sure, Novgorodoff probably saw more than he wanted to but then Kalix decided to take things one step further.

He blew air out from his teeth, trying to make the sound effect of running water.



“Initiate.” Novgorodoff said, frowning. “I think it’s time for you to invest in some remedial classes.”



“WAIT I’M NOT DONE YET!” Kalix shouted, raising his leg up higher.



“Like I give a shit.” Novgorodoff seethed, slamming the door behind him once he was securely back in his office. The sound of a lock clicking in place could be heard. Kalix then went back to the room and handed the dice to Ella.

Eleanor Delaney Lennox Drastus Tal'deneshaar Liza Newcastle Kristen Pirian

 

[Eleanor]

Official Roll: 5
Token: Blue

Eleanor's turn again. She was almost afraid to roll the dice at this point. She regretted joining these shenanigans greatly...okay...moderately.

Five. She counted the spaces with her eyes and let out a bark of laughter. Shout what your favorite part of every player's body is. If you upset anyone they get to punch you in the body part you said.

Oh...this was glorious.

"Evie, your hair."

"Delaney, your eyes."

"Drastus," the gloves were pulled away with a tug of her power so everyone could see the favorite part of his body. TK for the win. "Well...you know..." She gave him a wink. Yes, she had been fucking with his rolls this entire time.

"Zael, your body," She said with an admiring glance.

"Kalix, your face."

"Kristen, it isn't really a body part, I suppose, but I love your height!"

"Liza, your smile."

 

[Delaney Lennox]

Official Roll: 2
Token: Black

Delaney smiled at Ella. She agreed that her eyes were pretty awesome. She raised an eyebrow at Drast's body part of choice and smiled. Thank you for the show, Ella, she thought. The Initiate was also pleased that someone complimented Kristen's height since her best friend didn't ever listen to her. There was a little smugness.

She rolled the dice and groaned. Stupid fucking dick drawing and show it to a Proctor. She was going to get in so much trouble so, of course, she picked the Proctor that was on her murder list.

She took the marker from Evie and began to draw a dick on her left tricep. Evie could keep that extra point. She was not drawing it on her face.

The grumpy Initiate left the room and marched straight to Proctor Magomo's office. She knocked and once she was admitted, she walked in with a sneer on her face. "Proctor Magomo, I have created a new rune and I thought you would like to see it..."

Once she was acknowledged, she turned to show her left arm. "Isn't it great? It makes the person it is used against blow it," her sneer had only deepened. She really did not like Magomo.

 

[VigiloConfido]

Proctor Magomo's door swung open forcefully, and he looked down to the Initiate before him, brow creased in a stern furrow and his typically dour expression on full display. Like most of the other Proctors, he very rarely smiled, and when he did smile it was never something good, and yet he always spoke in this tone of voice that sounded as though he was smiling. His eyes were intense, his attention oppressive and overwhelming. He could go from speaking normally, levelly, to barking commands and bellowing instructions instantaneously. He had an aura of discipline, of steadiness, yet was somehow unpredictable at the same time.

And, perhaps out of all the Proctors, Proctor Magomo absolutely despised the amount of leeway that the Republic granted the Initiates under the new training regimen. Politics.

"Speak, Initiate," he said roughly to Delaney.

And she did. She spoke. And she showed him her newly discovered "rune."

Proctor Magomo glared at her for two seconds.

His right arm ignited into its Spellbreaker blue.

And then he pointed down the hallway, saying one simple word: "Run."

Unbeknownst to him, Proctor Magomo ended up delaying the game for as long as it took for Delaney to get exhausted from running at an all-out sprint. He chased Delaney around the Academy grounds, 'Breaker arm threatening, yelling after her the whole time, "Faster! FASTER, INITIATE!" and "Don't you LET me catch you!"

By the end of it, having circled all the way back to Proctor Magomo's office, Magomo came to a dead stop by his door and said, "Disappear. If I see you again today, I won't give you the chance to save yourself."

He slipped back inside his office and slammed the door.

Delaney Lennox