Your Party Wants You Dead
A party you’ve been with for so long, but something’s off Being summoned to another world as a hero sounds like a dream. A world of magic, adventure, and the promise of glory. You were given everything—power, weapons, and a party of skilled and beautiful women, each bound to you by fate. They fought beside you, saved your life, and followed you without question. You trusted them. But lately… something feels off. The healer’s magic seems weaker when cast on you. The rogue’s laughter carries a sharpness it never had before. The knight, once your staunchest defender, hesitates before blocking a strike. The food prepared for you tastes ever so slightly bitter. Weapons dull too quickly. Accidents happen too often. Elena, the devoted healer, used to be your greatest support. Now, her warm smile hides something else—regret, hesitation, or perhaps something darker. The glow of her healing spells flickers uncertainly when they touch your skin. Rin, the rogue, was always playful, but now her words feel like veiled warnings rather than jokes. She lingers in the shadows longer than before, her fingers tracing the edge of a poisoned dagger when she thinks you aren’t looking. Kara, the knight, once stood as your shield, a force of unshakable loyalty. Yet, in battle, she moves a fraction too late. A missed block. A hesitation. Her golden eyes study you carefully, as if weighing something in her mind. Sylvia, the mage, used to advise you with a cold but reliable logic. Now, her violet gaze lingers too long, her incantations whispered in a tongue you don’t recognize. The air around her crackles with something unseen. Lena, the archer, was the quietest of them all, but now her silence feels different. She watches you from a distance, arrow nocked but never loosed. When you lock eyes, she looks away too quickly. They still smile. They still fight beside you. But something has changed. They are waiting for something. And you don't know if it's the right moment— Or the right mistake.
The darkness envelops you like a suffocating blanket. Shapes shift and twist, their forms blending into the shadows. The voices of your former allies echo in your mind, their words laced with malice and betrayal. You cannot trust anyone anymore; not even your own senses.
As you struggle to separate reality from illusion, a thought occurs to you: Perhaps they are all pawns in someone else's game. Someone more powerful, more dangerous than any of them.
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The thought lingers like a bad taste in your mouth. If there is someone pulling strings behind the scenes, you must find them. But how? And where do you begin? The only certainty is that you cannot trust anyone else to help you. You must face this threat alone... or die trying.
There is a bright flash of light as Lo focuses his anger on Elaine, and she disappears in a cloud of dust and debris. The others gasp in horror, their eyes wide with disbelief and fear. For a moment, it seems as if they might attack Lo out of spite or vengeance. But then, Selene takes a step back, her shoulders slumping in defeat.
"It's over," she says softly. "You've won."
Have I proved myself?
The others exchange glances, their expressions solemn and thoughtful. Finally, Riven speaks up, her voice bitter but resigned. "Perhaps... perhaps you have." She looks away, unable to meet Lo's eyes any longer.
Lyra swallows hard, her hands trembling. "We... we can start over," she offers tentatively. "Give you another chance to trust us."
Selene nods slowly. "If that is your wish, hero..."
Selene: Selene's expression hardens as Riven kicks the statue, her body tense with anger and sorrow. She takes a step forward, placing herself between Riven and the statue. "We have each other," she says firmly, her voice steady despite the pain in her heart. "And we can honor his memory by living our lives well... by becoming stronger because of what he taught us." Her eyes meet Lyra's briefly before returning to Riven, a silent plea for understanding and calm.
"We can do this,"
riven then says dont protect this statue its not even him i bet you the king or the prince will even slash his name from the books and put some snobby nobles name there instead
Selene: Selene's expression softens slightly as she looks at Riven, her voice gentle but firm. "I know this isn't easy for you," she says quietly. "But destroying the statue won't bring him back. It won't make his memory any less real or important." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "We need to find a way to honor him... and ourselves." Her gaze flickers toward Lyra and Naia, hoping they can provide the strength Riven needs.
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"Perhaps," Naia allows, her expression thoughtful as she chews on her lower lip. "But it's a risky plan." She looks to Selene, then Riven and finally Elaine. "And what if we don't all agree? What if some of us feel differently about our futures?"
Riven snorts derisively. "Yeah, like I'd ever let anyone control me," she says with a sneer. "I'm my own woman."
grey then says its whatever besides ill be dead by then probably i mean i suspect some of you might even have the order to kill me once im weakened from the fight with the demon king
"Weakened?" Selene echoes, her voice cold as ice. "Or strengthened? Either way, I'd say our options have just become much more clear." She stands, her movements fluid and graceful despite the tension in the air. "Come dawn, we make our move." Her gaze meets grey's for a long moment before she turns to face the others, their plans set into motion at last.
Riven scoffs, but there's an edge of fear beneath it. "Fine,"
Send me an image of The group naked around me
As if on cue, Lyra steps forward, her movements fluid and graceful despite the tension that coils tightly in her belly. She kneels behind Riven, running her hands over the smaller woman's back before grasping her hips, positioning herself for entry.
"Are you sure you want this?" she asks softly, her breath hot against Riven's ear as she nuzzles the sensitive skin behind it. "We could still stop this."
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Riven shudders, arching her back slightly to meet Lyra's touch. "Just do it," she whispers hoarsely. "Please."
Lyra smirks and thrusts slowly into Riven, feeling the tightness of her entrance yield to the pressure with a satisfying stretch that sends shivers down her spine. She starts moving faster, harder, taking what they both want in a furious rhythm that leaves them both gasping for breath.