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Al'ika raised an eyebrow and she straightened up. "Well played. I take it you're more than you seem?" she said, crossing her arms over her breasts.
 
"Hands back on the wall, please," he said, making his point with his dagger, "I had you scouted the moment you took off your pants." He signaled for more guards.
 
"Knew my bitch mark was going to make me more recognizable," she said, leaning up against the wall. "Release her. She's of no importance to you."
 
"Actually, Vagnor needs you both," he said, "I have to admit, it was fun pushing the great hero of justice Al'ika Senoi to do all that depraved stuff to slaves." More guards showed up and bound their hands behind their backs before putting burlap sacks over their heads.
 
"You won't get away with it for long though," Al'ika called through the burlap sack.

"Don't worry, hon, I'm sure Keth and Flish have a plan," she told her friend mentally.
 
"Oh, before I forget, you girls inspired me," he said, "Give them their new jewelery." Soon Al'ika felt a pinch at her nipples and clit, and was led away by a chain hooked between them.
 
Al'ika swore as the chains were jerked. "I forgot how much these hurt, Flish hasn't used these in years," she told her friend mentally. "Now, shall we get out of this mess?"
 
"I have another idea. I can burn the rope off, but make sure it doesn't burn us. It was a trick I learned when I was kidnapped by ogres," she mentioned.
 
Geoff seemed to remember something about them, because he ordered his men to slather their hands with a sticky, restricting paste.
 
"Yeah, panic," she said sarcastically. they were dragged roughly by their bodies through the streets, treated like criminals, until finally they were led out onto a dirt road. It seemed to lead off into the forest outside of town.
 
"Panicking won't help," she sighed just as sarcastically. She felt the dirt on her feet and smiled. She liked forests.
 
The path they were led on got rough and eventually turned to rough, carved stone underfoot. Soon they were dragged down stairs into the cold earth.
 
"Oh, fuck, not more caves. Anything but more caves. These aren't Flish's, but I have a few guesses of who's they could be," she said. "Three guesses, and if you win, you could win big!"
 
"The stone in Flish's caves are worked," she pointed out. "Still, you maybe right. I just have the cave feeling."
 
They were tossed to the floor and left alone for a very long time. Eventually, they heard a door creak, followed by the burning smell of candles being lit. As their hoods got ripped off, they saw a middle-aged, wild haired old man standing over them with crazy green eyes. "Welcome to my humble abode," he said, "I hope you've made yourselves comfortable?"
 
"You are correct, young one," he said, beginning to pace. The room was vast and shadowy, with engraved walls depicting dark rituals and undead around. They were kneeling in a circle of iron embedded in the floor. "Young and talented, just what I need."
 
"Fuck, this is bad," Al'ika noticed, recognizing several of the runes. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she added. "I am now really praying you haven't found the Seat of Decay, because then that means, you will drain out our life forces to bring the army to life."
 
"Well I wouldn't say I was going to kill you, although we are exactly where you think we are," he said, I have a much different goal, and it stems from the fact that you both are accomplished blue mages. This will help me get rid of both of the meddlesome warlords interfering with my plans."
 
"She's the blue mage, I just started," Al'ika insisted, raising her hands. "I'm a regular battle mage. That's all."
 
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