Oh, PoV! I've wondered how HS was at that.
oh you literally say it's SB. Either way, the succubi in Diablo are probably the reason I'm here, and I've always been baffled at how little art they get.
Yea it's not the greatest because the FOV is locked at the very low setting. Basically what I will do is setup a scene and tell a story. If there is interest maybe will setup several scenes showing the final outcome.
Ok so without further ado, the story so far...
PT1:
How our intrepid hero found himself in the middle of dungeon full of monstrosities he was not sure. It was just a few weeks ago when he ventured into his old man's attic after he passed away. Well not so much passed away as vanished for over a year and presumed dead. He had the wonderful task of cleaning it out so the new owners could take possession of the home once the real estate deal closed.
So what the hell was his dead father doing in possession of several suits of this strange armor, helms, some impossibly huge (presumably fake) jewel's and weaponry ranging from staves to a strange looking sword?
He could not resist the urge to play a bit of dress up and put on the armor and this dragonlike helm standing in-front of a nearby mirror he grabbed the sword and unsheathed it striking a regal pose.
Suddenly the sword started glowing with a purplish tinge and the mirror started shimmering, it started expanding and before he could back away enveloped him in a metallic coating.
He blinked once, twice, finally his vision cleared, he was in a dark dank hallway, a torch flared in the distance, "What the hell" he shouted.
"What the Hell indeed!" giggled some screechy little voice, and suddenly he noticed the torch approaching him, held in the hand of a little red impish thing...
"NOW DIE!!! FOR RAKANISHU!!!" and lunged at him with a dagger he never even saw. As luck would have it the dagger scraped ineffectually against his heavy metal armor.
The Impish thing screeched and lunged again aiming for his knee, by now our hero had the presence of mind to bring his unsheathed sword to bear and clumsily swung lopping off the creatures hand holding the torch.
The howl of pain from the thing was deafening in the small confines of the corridor, and it quickly scampered away too fast for him in his stunned state.
"This is insane!" he exclaimed to the sputtering torch. The torch never answered and kept sputtering away on the floor glowing warmly in the eerie gloom.
He turned around and looked behind him, no sign of the shimmering mirror just another long dark hallway leading away. Not wishing to deal with the creature he headed off down the other way.
... That was the worst move he had ever taken the hero now thought. The sheer amount of horrors he had to face in the weeks since then with rest, food and water breaks few and far between. If it had not been for these red and blue shrines and wells he had found on several occasion not to mention the odd lockable room with a small cot he would have been dead long ago.
He finally had descended some steps and the cold gloom gave away to some warmer air with a reddish tinge but still extremely dark but at least he could see. Which was good because the torch supply was out from slaying the last of the virtual horde of imp creatures.
Suddenly he saw 2 human looking figures standing in the distance, and he though he heard the sound of light laughter and talking between them.
Desperate to talk to someone who might know what was going on he called out "Hello, do you know where I am? Can you help me?"
The talking abruptly ceased and the figures started coming into the light, two impossibly attractive women dressed only in thongs with shimmering boots and gloves. Their breasts were completely exposed and having been away from his wife for so long he could not feel a twinge in his lower area.
"Ahhh" He said while feeling his cheeks heat up "Hello, um ladies."
The gorgeous women both gave him a dazzling smiles, his blood rushed up within him he could not help but take a half step forward, all those hideous monsters... Were protecting this, this...
HOLY SHIT, He thought suddenly his damn father must have known about this, no wonder all the armour and gear getup just to get down here through the hordes and spend time with these beauties. It would have been worth it to that lecherous old man!!!
He looked at the ravishing beauties again, strange little horns or circlets adoring their heads, they had assumed a position kneeling on one leg a few paces off in front of him as if beckoning him. Their hands started glowing slightly, "that's odd" he thought too late he noticed the large pitch black wings hidden in the dusk behind them.
"WHAT THE..." He shouted just as two sizzling red balls shot out from their hands and struck him in the chest and the groin. He braced himself for the pain his armor had protected him from fire, lighting and many sword, axe, and arrow hits but this was different. Instead he felt numb like he was having trouble feeling the area where the balls of red light had hit.
He staggered suddenly, strength gone from his legs, through sheer force he kept himself from falling over, whatever it was he did not want to let them hit him with that again. The devilish looking women still smiled at him but for the first time now he noticed the pure malice in it. They wanted to KILL HIM!!!
He unsheathed his sword, it glew brightly in the reddish haze, he felt slightly better, it appeared the sword had some protective qualities too it against there strange force. The woman on the right frowned just for a split second slightly but soon resumed her utterly confident malice ridden smile at him. Like one would look at a cockroach moments before being sprayed by insect killing spray.
They both crouched again preparing to fire their reddish balls of light, he chose that moment to strike and quickly walked up and hit the one of the left with a wicked downward slice. The sword passed right through her seeming not to even pierce her skin, time seemed to stop for an agonizing moment... then she shrieked in agony clutching at her throat, red hot liquid gushing out from her chest splattering all over the floor and on him. She curled up into a ball on the floor ass up in the air, what looked like gallons of blood pooled around her.
He felt sick, what had he done, what if they really ment him no harm?
He looked over to where the other was a ashamed apology forming on his lips... but she was gone only darkness was left.
Suddenly he heard a uncannily seductive sounding scream in a language he could not comprehend... and responses from much farther away in many similarly erotic sounding voices, the reply's seemed to come from all around him, suddenly he heard the soft pattering of lightly stepping footsteps in the distance coming towards him...
(it took me alot longer to write this up then I thought it would so I will put up the ending scene pic tomorrow, Sorry!)
