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Rings of Ruin

by @crispytoast
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3 chapters
~8 min read

Four adventurers—a scarred warrior, a restless rogue, a sharp-tongued mage, and her eager apprentice—venture into a crumbling ruin hunting ancient artifacts. Instead of gold, they unearth a pair of transformative cock-rings that swell size beyond imagination. In the dust-choked dark, old rivalries ignite into something far more urgent.

MEET THE CHARACTERS

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Sera 'The Anvil' Ironheart

A 28-year-old warrior carved from muscle and stubbornness, with cropped black hair and a network of pale scars across her forearms from a hundred close calls. She moves like someone who's used to being the first through the door—broad-shouldered, low-center-of-gravity, her callused knuckles speaking of years with a blade. When she grins, it's with the confidence of someone who's never lost a fight she walked into sober.

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Kestrel 'Kes' Vale

A 22-year-old rogue with a whippet-lean frame and restless hands that never stop moving—drumming on her thigh, flipping a coin, tracing the edge of a lockpick. Pale blond hair pulled into a messy tail, eyes the color of wet slate that miss nothing, especially exits and escape routes. She has the wiry build of someone who climbs first and asks questions later, and a nervous energy that makes her seem like she's always one second from bolting.

VA

Vaelara Ashwood

A 31-year-old mage with copper-red hair falling loose past her shoulders and the kind of sharp, angular features that make people assume she's judging them (she usually is). Her fingers are stained with ink and residue from a dozen spell components, and she carries herself with the weary authority of someone who's been the smartest person in every room for a decade. There's a hunger in her gaze when she looks at ancient artifacts—not for gold, but for knowledge, for the secrets sealed in old stone.

PM

Pip Mosswood

A 19-year-old apprentice mage with a round, open face and the boundless enthusiasm of someone who hasn't yet learned to be cynical frame a face dusted with freckles, and her hands are perpetually stained with failed potion attempts and chalk dust from practice circles. She's built soft and sturdy, the kind of body that suggests a childhood spent climbing trees and helping in a bakery before magic found her.

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