Post originally by Fulsrush at 2003-12-24 03:25:57
Converted from Phorums BB System

Just looking back at my two longest lasting parties, both WFRP, and what happened to us, sexually:

Party 1:
I, as a hardbitten Nuln State Army deserter, twice ducked into a whorehouse and rented someone for the night. The first time I woke up next to a headless corpse and got stabbed in the head by an assassin, but I don't hold that against the GM...

My transvestite elf human-wannabe companion (in character, I guessed she was an elf, I just didn't have any idea she was a he) once got buggered by a judicial champion, the night before he was due to 'test our guilt' in single combat. He was mildly distracted and got his skull smashed by an angry dwarf.

We had a human lesbian ranger (it's okay, she was played by a female, and had a shaven head), who never actually got it on with anyone. She did end up married to a woman in a weird Daemonically-induced dream sequence though.

Our other angry dwarf, a Trollslayer, had no genitals, having lost them in a nasty accident some years before. So no nookie for him.


Party 2:
I was a dwarf leatherworker (deliberately trying to roleplay a dwarf without the stupid berserker stereotypes - even when my GM gave me a rune axe as a reward...), in a human city. No sex. Dwarfs don't go in for that kind of thing.

We have a 17 year old human noble. Good god, this one more than made up for my lack of bedhopping. Prostitutes, bandit queens, and a lechering after the party elf (who looks like Liv Tyler's Arwen, but is wearing leather armour that I made for her).

The said wood elf, Arfalas, hadn't seen another wood elf since she was a child, and very carefully kept dissuading the horny teenager. Then we met up with Selor, a wood elf beastmaster. Oh yeah, they were off on patrol in the wilderness a lot, while the rest of us guarded the wagon. What happens next is yet to be seen, since the last session ended with me and Selor with weapons drawn. (Which could be problematic, since I've nearly decided that Arfalas is decent and unelvish enough to officially be declared a dwarf-friend - and I'm on the verge of killing her boyfriend, although he started it, damn tree-hugging savage...)


And both these parties' encounters were interspersed with a nice degree of violence. I think the death toll is easily into the hundreds, yet the shagging is probably not even over twenty yet.