The cave troll let out an ear-piercing "Rarrrgh!" as Daren's diamond-tipped lance pierced its thick hide near the hip. He quickly retracted it, drawing a flow of sulfur-yellow blood from the wound. Daren shouted, "Around the back, Arandor!"

"I'm trying, but it's too - damn - big!" Arandor was dashing in and out of the beast's reach, attempting to score a hit with his two-handed greatsword. The beast was still half-in the mouth of its cave, which afforded protection to its back. "We need to lure it out furth-" Arandor rolled as a massive, 4-fingered hand clubbed through the air where he'd just been. He popped up moments later, sweat flying in droplets from his grinning face - he lived for this stuff.

"Hold on, let me try something!" Katelynn Frey called down to the two men of her party while they struggled to maintain their tenuous dance with the troll. She sheathed her falchion and shrugged her bow off her shoulder, starting to chant in the ancient tongue as she did so. The air in front of the woman shimmered as if in a desert day. Katelynn judged she stood about 30 feet from the fight, just far enough to be out of shadow from the sheer cliff that rose directly behind the troll, in which its cave was cut. This would be an easy shot, she knew.

Katelynn sighted in on her target - the troll's lopsided, scan-mottled head - as she smoothly pulled back on her bowstring. The arrow's fletchings tickled her cheek as she reached full draw, finishing her chant. The tip of the arrow glowed bright blue with a shimmering energy, and she released with a throaty thrum from the bowstring.

The arrow flew true, but at this exact moment the troll recoiled from a ray of light that had reflected off Katelynn's breastplate. Her arrow instead grazed the beast lightly and careened into the rocks behind it, embedding deep within a boulder. A three foot wide semi-circle around the arrow immediately compressed into a small chunk no larger than an egg, ripping out of the wall and hovering in place momentarily, then expanded again as Katelynn's magic expended itself.

She only had a split second to yell, "Duck!" before razor chunks of stone exploded in a spherical pattern. The cave troll roared as its body was torn to pieces by the shards, which were flying fast enough to embed themselves deep within it's body. Its head snapped forward as chunks flew into its neck and cracked the thick cave troll's skull. Daren and Arandor were partially covered from the barrage by the troll's body, and while Arandor's enchanted armor took the brunt of the assault, Daren was not so lucky.

He screamed aloud as chunks of stone found marks in his uncovered hands and arms, fracturing the delicate bones and opening up deep puncture wounds. His helm deflected most of the shards, but some found their way into the eye-slits, blinding him in his right eye immediately.

As the cave troll lurched and fell onto it's face amid a cloud of dust, Katelynn was jerked out of her horrified stare and dashed forward toward Daren's writhing form. Arandor climbed to his feet to her left, using his sword to help himself up. "By the gods, Katelynn, what the hell have you done?!" His voice bordered on hysteria and was slurred with pain - she could see blood flowing from under his armpit and deeply pocked marks in his armor.

Katelynn couldn't speak, trembling with shock and adrenaline while she struggled to answer her friend. Eventually she shook her head with a jerky motion and ran over to Daren's side, skinning her knees on the gravelly ground. He was a bloody mess, mumbling incoherently with pain and scrabbling at his helm with his less-mangled hand, trying to remove it.

Katelynn was a healer, but she'd never treated such serious wounds, and never those that she'd inflicted. Her hands shook as she removed her combat gloves and took a tincture from a pouch on her side, uncorking and drinking it in one go. She spluttered as the concoction blazed down her throat, multiplying her abilities ten-fold for it's duration. Closing her eyes, she shakily recited a healing cant as she placed her hands on Daren's blood-streaked body. She could feel the power going out of her as the spell took effect, draining her as if she'd just run 10 miles in one go.

Katelynn slumped against Daren, whose moans gradually subsided as her magic forced stone shards out and knit his wounds together without any scars. His damaged eye, however, was too complex for her to heal, and though her magic did what it could, the organ was damaged beyond her repair. Her magic was able to relieve his pain, and within a minute Daren was able to sit up, still panting hard from his ordeal.

He was clearly pissed. "Fuck, Katelynn. You almost killed me AND Arandor!" He pushed the exhausted elf-woman off his lap, still cursing as he stood up and brushed himself of dust. From his position near the two, Arandor shot Daren a meaningful glance and and spoke softly in a voice that Katelynn couldn't hear. Daren's heavy breathing gradually slowed as he gained control of himself, then he sighed and a dry chuckle escaped him.

"Come 'ere, Kate. This may yet end up for the better." Bending over, Daren gently picked the exhausted woman up off the ground held her in his arms. "Arandor, can you grab my spear and mark our kill? We'll come back later once we've...figured some things out."

Arandor nodded and obliged, while Daren sighed and spoke to Katelynn in soft tones. "Hey, Kate - Ara and I think your talent lies elsewhere on our team...have you ever been a heal slut, before?"

Katelynn heard these last words as if from the end of a tunnel, but she managed to whisper, "n-no." before all light faded and she fell into unconsciousness.

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Hello everyone! First, thank you for reaching the end of my prompt, I know it was a little long-winded. I'm looking for a partner to play a multi-scene/long-length roleplay in this world and scenario I've set up. I'll be playing Katelynn Frey, elven archer, magician, and now her party's newest heal slut. As the party heal slut, she'll do her very best to support her teammates both in battle and out of battle, in whatever exciting ways her party members like.

I'm pretty open to who your character is, but I'd like them to have a dominant role in the party. Are they someone new joining the party, are they Daren or Arandor? Or I'm happy to rework either of those two characters if you'd like to play someone else. I'm totally open to your character being M or F, it doesn't matter to me :)

If you're interested in learning more, please send me a PM with details of your character and what they look like, your ideas for where this will go, and your kinks limits. Please note that I won't respond to low-effort messages, I'm looking for someone who's truly interested in developing a fun, smutty, hot-emotions kind of story. I usually respond with between 2-4 paragraphs, and usually within a few hours depending on my availability that day.

My kinks: Lingerie, teasing, massages, praise, begging, blindfolds, spanking, Latex, Edging, Collaring, Chastity, Discipline, Rimming, Feminization, degradation/humiliation, face slapping, bondage, exhibitionism, masochism, Plugs, Anal training, gape, enemas, fisting, watersports, noncon (and likely others I haven't listed, please check with me if you're unsure!)

My limits: choking/gags/breathplay, scat, extreme violence, heavy gore, snuff

I'm looking forward to seeing your orange letters! Kisses 😚