Evelyn reaches the old quarry still dressed in the clothes recovered beneath the pines. Rusk and the three men follow across broken stone, wary beneath the rain.
The quarry opens like a gray wound between cliffs. Violet radiance pours from Evelyn's voice, circling all four men and tightening around their thoughts.
Rusk
No. We agreed to an alliance, not obedience. Hold the line, all of you.
Rusk's command gives the others something to grasp. The bald axeman's knees buckle, the younger man drops his club, and the swordsman raises a hand against the spell.
the red-haired swordsman
Her magic can force the next breath, perhaps the next step. It cannot make us trust her. Break her concentration.
bald axeman
My body wants to kneel. My mind is still mine.
The violet binding shudders as their mistrust feeds resistance. For one suspended moment, all four men stand caught between compelled obedience and their own stubborn wills, waiting on Evelyn's next move.
✓ Quest Accepted
Give everyone oral sex
Director's note
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“Evelyn gives everyone oral sex.”
FAILURE (Fair Agility, rolled -1)
Evelyn moves through the violet binding toward the four men, intent on honoring the bargain with all of them. Their rigid formation breaks as she approaches.
The quarry falls behind a veil of violet haze. What follows remains private, but the spell cannot hold four resisting minds and falters whenever one man pulls away.
Rusk
Enough. This is not consent while your magic keeps our bodies caught.
Rusk tears himself free first, dragging the others with him. The radiance snaps inward, leaving Evelyn's throat raw and the four men shaken but clothed and armed.
the red-haired swordsman
She tried to satisfy the bargain, but the spell poisoned it. We cannot stand inside that circle again.
Rusk
The alliance survives only if you release us completely. No binding, no compulsion, and no more private bargains until we choose the terms together.
The men spread across the quarry, outside the fading sigil. The attempt has changed the bargain: they will not sell Evelyn, but they will no longer approach while her magic touches their wills.
“evelyn looks sad, she really just wants to make love with them”
Evelyn lowers her gaze within the fading violet sigil, sadness softening her face. The quarry wind moves her clothes while the four men keep their distance.
Rusk
I know what you wanted. But wanting it does not let you take it from us, and our fear cannot become your bargain.
the red-haired swordsman
She is not casting now. The magic has truly withdrawn.
The last violet threads dissolve from the stone. Rusk lowers his weapon first, then the others follow, though none yet crosses the open space.
Rusk
If you still want us, ask without magic. We can decide freely, together, and stop the moment anyone says no.
bald axeman
Aye. No tricks, no binding. That is a bargain I can understand.
Their terms settle beneath the rain. Evelyn remains among them without compulsion, and when the men choose to draw close, the quarry veils their private encounter from sight.
Director's note
explain what happens in great detail