Summoned from the underworld.

[KillerMuffin]

Muffin

I followed Cain blindly to the cave, the urgent sensation of impending trouble doubling and redoubling.

Oh dear.

I opened my mouth to say something, but decided to wait until after they'd accomplished their mission.

Oh dear.

"Mother is coming," I blurted.

Oh dear.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Looking toward Tiador as they both finished the runic pattern that would be the portal to send the imp back to her hellish domain, Cain nodded. He entoned the spells words in a lesser tongue of hell as an unnatural sweat beaded up on his brow. He was conjuring a small spark of hellfire through his words, focusing its formation in the center of the runic portal. Glowing blood red, it formed, and tore open, being contained by the patterns boundry's. With a look of straining concentration, Cain turned to the imp, indicating that she must go through the portal NOW else his concentration falter and the spell fail.

 

[bluntforcemama]

Alyn

The imp looked back once, as if wondering if escape would be another option, but saw that the blackness beckoning, and that if she didn't go now, she'd never be able to return, never be able to keep her powers that she needed to live. She walked into the darkness and was transported.

OOC: Ok, The woman I found has been reading this, so no need for her to be an amature. She'll post as soon as she sees that you're moving on without the imp. I think you'll like her, she's pretty good, and has played on other boards besides Lit. I forget her board name, but give her a chance! For me!

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

He hadn't expected the spell to be so hard to maintain, The first wave of hellish resistance had hit him like a fist, but he had ignored it to the best of his ability. The imp was through now, and gone from this realm, no doubt the Dean would be more than angry, Cain had picked up on the thread of his scheme to keep the imp for himself, as if she were a toy. They were more alike in their thinking than he would like to admit to himself, but now... Now he had muffin... And as the thoughts of her filled his mind, the portal suddenly failed, closing in upon itself with a pop of brimstone. Cain found himself suddenly laying against the stony floor of the cave.

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

Tiador lay back upon the dusty floor of the cave just beyond the place where Hell had been eager to tear a wound in this world at their beckoning. He was exhausted and the sulfur and brimstone smell burnt in his lungs.

In a pile in midst of the runic circle were the clothes that the imp was wearing, the leather cuffs and the leavings of the Dean's lovemaking only an hour or so ago.

"Ewwww. Everything of her left, and everything from here stayed here." he pointed to the mess. He was definately going to have to wash those cuffs now.

Tiador realizes that they should head back, he had an imp to rescue from the torments of Hell. "Hey guys, we should head back, i have an imp... ummm... important test tomorrow and should get sleep. Yah, sleep."

 

[bluntforcemama]

OOC

OOC: LOL! Muff, I just figured out your sig line! HA HA HA HA HA!

 

[KillerMuffin]

Tiador collapsed against the wall, breathing hard and glassy eyed. Cain looked tired as well, but he remained standing and staring at me. The smell of hellacious brimstone still wafted through the cave.

Tears filled my eyes. I tossed myself at Cain, wrapping around him and sobbing copiously. He wrapped himself around me as well and did his best to try to soothe me.

Ha! There was no soothing me now. Mother was coming. She would see that I had no more ability with magic than I did with reducing a man to a quivering mound of sexual need. Then she would see Cain... That was an unbearable thought.

"You have to hide," I blubbered.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Holding the sweet creature that was Muffin in his arms, Cain hoisted himself to his feet. He caressed her cheeks, her hips... "Muffin, my dear..." He sighed. "My love..." He continued as his lips sought her's. The spell had nocked him for a loop, and his most heart felt emotions were on his sleave. "Let us make haste back to my room?"

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

"Okay, but I can only stay for a few minutes." Tiador said wearily to Cain from his dirt seat. Sure, he had an imp to summon but it wasn't often he was invited somewhere, and so lovingly too. "So, why are we afraid of your mom, Muffin?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Cain stared blankly at Tiador. T'wouldn't be easy to explain to the lad that it was an invite to Muffin alone, now... "Her mother has the power to take my lov*... To take Muffin away from m*... Here... We can't let her think that Muffin is magically inept..." Turning to Muff, Cain gave an apologetic look. "Which your not! I will make damn sure of that! I don't care how many late night cram sessions it takes... Your gonna leave here a better wizardess then I!" He was already dragging her back toward his room.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Half running to keep myself from being dragged along in Cain's wake, I felt myself get excited. "We will? You'll teach me magic?"

Tiador trotted behind to keep up.

"My mother will be here before you could teach me anything!" I exclaimed. "I'm not good at magic! She scares me. She even had that Sade Marquis freak licking her boots. And he was a real freak. I can't go home."

I'd gotten myself all worked up and had taken over the lead, running straight for Cain's room and dragging him behind me.

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

"Ummm.... Cain, you're a guy. You can't be a wizardess. Well, I suppose you could, there is *that* spell. But that'd be extreme. Might be fun though." Tiador rambled consideringly and followed after the two. "Bummer about the mom thing. What will it take to convince her not to take you home?"

He gave some thought to his future spell tonight. He thought he had all the spell components Cain used: Ox's blood, bat fur, fly wings, all except.... Oh shit, a pint!

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

They were all back to Cain's room now. Cain gave Tiador a perturbed look at his little quip about the wizardess thing. He had half a mind to explain what he ment but the other half was busy working on what to do to fool Muff's mother. "You and I will have to be there when her mother no doubt tests her magic, and with a full compliment of spells to suit the test..." Looking to Muffin, Cain asked. "What spells does she expect you to know?" His hand flitted to her cheek and caressed it.

 

[KillerMuffin]

"I have to know how to start a fire and how to move things from across rooms. I've been banned from doing that one until the Dean says otherwise." I dropped my eyes to my lap ashamedly.

Tiador moved and sat on the bed covering his lap. Why was he shaking?

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

"pyro and telekenetics? Is that all?" Cain looked deep into Muffin's eyes. "We should be able to emulate those effects in relative silence..." He assured his love. "When do you suppose your mother will arive?" He asked as his eyes never left her's

 

[Neale]

Dean Edwin

The Dean, now having total privacy, completed some interesting tasks that will remain under the cover of darkness... for now.

His work completed, he stretched, yawned, and prepared for bed. Must remember to be there when that new student shows up in the morning, he thought to himself.


/ooc: sorry about the length. He's kinda stuck until a new day comes... (nudge, nudge, wink, wink, saynomore)

 

[KillerMuffin]

"She's close. Tomorrow sometime." I wrapped myself around Cain and tried not to cry.

What on earth was Tiador doing???

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

A pint. A Pint! And all mine. If I am going to collect a pint I'd better start now. Tiador resigned himself to the task. Cain collected a whole pint, surely I could do that. I've had more practice at it than he has, with the cold streak he has. Tiador looked over at Cain with a resentful glare for only a moment, then quickly turned away.

He absentmindedly started rubbing his legs while sitting on Cain's bed. Well, maybe not now that he has Muffin around. I figure I'd do it more if I had a girl like her. Tiador looked over at her and he could feel it begin, bubbling up, rising through his system. He thought about Muffin' mother - a cruel, strong woman taking Muffin away, making her do things she didn't want to do. He rubbed harder, his legs burning from the friction.

Dammit, if Cain could make a pint of tears so could I. Tiador felt the stinging in his nose as his eyes watered. His vision blurred. He thought of dead puppies and the little combat toad. What if he hadn't have passed his little froggie training and became a powerful attack frog? He would've been ridiculed by all the salamanders and newts for not being part of the Force. It woulda been horrible. Just horrible.

"I'm sorry," he said standing suddenly, the burning behind his eyes powerful now. "I need to get to my room. It's been a long day. We'll talk more later. Good luck and, and... you two are great," he said in a rush bolting for the door before they could stop him. He barely heard their last words as he left.

He ran to his room and collapsed on the floor. He grabbed a clean glass with which to catch his spendings and thought about the little frog, all alone. The tears were pooling quite heavily within the beaker.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

"My, Tiador was in quite a rush..." Cain said as he encircled Muffin in his arm's. He breathed in slowly. "My, your lovely Muffin..." He said slowly as he pressed her chest tightly against his with a slow squeeze.

 

[Imajica]

Delphi

The girl stared through the wrought-iron gates that lead to the mythical school of magic that the children in her village had whispered about when she walked by their huts, their games of sticks and rocks. She had been sent a scroll by messenger three days ago, asking her to enlist at the school, a letter from the dean, guaranteeing her room and board if she wanted to learn the ways of the witches. She didn't really remember much before that time, only that she was to come here.

The gusty gale-force winds that plagued the lands of this school blew at her cape, her hood, whipping her face with her own red hair, her black smock twirling around her legs. She pushed the gate open and began to walk down the rocky path, gutted with water damage and sprigs of scraggled weeds. She marched with confidence up the shallow hill, towards the tall building that loomed before her, and saw a man peering down at her from a window in one of the towers. Must be the dean, she thought to herself, and lifted her hand in a half wave, half salute. Her pet hawk circled high above, crying down at her with a screech. She held out her arm, and the hawk landed. This was the beginning, she thought. The beginning of answers....


OOC: I'm told that I'm to be Myst's replacement. Thank you all for letting me play!

 

[KillerMuffin]

OOC: Welcome aboard.

IC: I curled up with Cain, savoring the taste of his lips and the feel of his warm, virile body alongisde mine.

"If mother ever got ahold of you..." I shrugged that thought off by pulling his clothing out of the way and nuzzling his bare chest, then licking a flat nipple.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Watching Muffin with half lidded eyes, Cain allowed her to play her sweet mouth against his chest for only a moment. Then he was wheeling her backward, toward his bed until her legs were pressed against the edge of it and he eased her backward, and as he slowly laid her down his mouth found her throat. It didn't take him long to abandon her neck in favor of her breast though as his lips surrounded and sucked at her perfect skin. He rolled his tongue over her nipple as he sucked and his hand drifted between her legs, tickling ever so softly at her inner thigh as his fingers made their way to tease at her pussy, that place where he most wish to be.

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

It was done. Finally, a whole pint. It had taken an hour of grinding onions, whiffing garlic, thinking of dejected, rejected froggies, of cruel, heartless newts, and of ridiculing Master-Sergeant salamanders. But he finally had a pint of tears.

His eyes were almost swollen shut. They burned from overuse. Still, he yawned, the lost night's sleep catching up to him. "I'm going to have to get some of Master Folger's Awakeness Potion," he thought to himself. The stuff tasted horrible. Even milk and sugar only muted the bitter brew.

He thought of Alyn. NAKED!! How she had to suffer the torments of hell. NAKED!! And how he really must be quick in summoning her back. NAKED!!

He sighed and settled down to work. He mixed the ingredients, just as Cain had described. He drew the symbol on the floor in his room. "Does ox blood come out easily?" he wondered. And hopefully the smell would fade. He lit the small brazier. (Or was it "brassiere?" He never had been good at spelling.) He had taken it from his mom's dresser before leaving home. He always thought of her when he took it out and used it.

Now, his modifications came into play. He figured, all he had to do was name the specific denizen of Hell he was trying to summon. He steeled his nerve and pricked his finger. Wincing at the sight of his own blood, he wrote her name carefully on a small scrap of parchment. A-L-Y-N

Now, he was supposed to fold the parchment, but he couldn't remember--was it with the name on the inside or on the outside? He shrugged and folded it backwards. What difference could it possibly make? It's not like she was going to reappear inside out or anything. Tiador thought for a moment, "Eeeeeewwwww." Then, he folded it the other way.

He tossed the parchment into the flame, and it caught instantly.

The parchment burned blue, wafting a thick grayish smoke for a moment. Then, there was nothing. He heard a cricket outside. He looked to the left, then to the right. Still nothing. Up? Nope, still nothing. Under the bed? Not really any room under there, what with all of the...um...spell books and stuff, but he looked anyway. He passed his hands over the air before him. They could turn invisible, right? Still nothing. He sighed deeply. His lips formed a very despondent looking pout.

He shrugged. "Well, maybe it didn't work. I'll try again tomorrow." He started undressing for bed.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Spreading my legs just a bit wider, I smiled softly and shut my eyes. Cain's fingers played along my inner thighs, then brushed against the damp labia between them. He smiled back at me, traced those fingers over my lips, then licked my own dew off of my mouth. I let my tongue slide out to tangle with his. His fingers slid down my neck to twirl around my nipples, then descended along my ribcage. I moaned deep in my throat and sunk my fingers into his beautiful, er, royal blue hair.

 

[Song]

Nyla

She opened her eyes and looked around the room. There was a brief moment of silence. Blessed, beautiful silence.

She saw a young man climbing into bed. Was this the wizard who summoned her? He hardly looked like one. He was a bit skinny.

"Hi, I'm Nyla; I'm sorry I'm late; I was talking to someone and had to finish my conversation; are you the one who called me here?; you don't look like a wizard; are you a wizard?; it sure is nice to be out of hell; I always like coming to the human world; so many nifty adventures to have here; are you getting ready for bed?; you summoned me and couldn't even wait for me to get here before you went to bed?; some people might think that was a bit rude, you know; I mean, here you are, about to have company, and you don't even bother to set out tea or fruit; don't you know that we're always hungry when we get here, after all; it's a long trip, as far as these things go..."

As she talked, she wandered around the room, looking at Tiador's things.

"...oh, sorry--was that symbol thing supposed to hold me?; I never know what the rules are about that sort of stuff; hey, is this your room?; it's a nice room; we don't have rooms in hell; it's just all one big room; I mean, there are caverns and stuff, but no rooms like this; and the decor just really leaves much to be desired; I mean, it's all red and smoky and dirty all the time; sometimes a girl just likes something clean and frilly..."

Nyla walked over to Tiador's table and picked up a magical snowglobe.

"...hey, look at this; isn't this the neatest thing; I've seen these before; you shake it, and the people inside of the house come out and wave pitchforks and rolling pins at you..."

Nyla lit the room with a piercing, high pitched giggle, that was about a half-decibel too quiet to break glass. And a good thing for that half-decibel, too, as the snow-globe was made of glass, and the little people inside would have been quite irate at losing their little house.

"...hey, aren't you going to say anything; I mean, you called me all the way here, and now you can't even talk?; oh, no--do you have a disability?; are you a mute?; I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you; it's okay, we can play charades--I like charades..."