The Demon's Armpit (open)

[amon_darknight]

Terry

He looked to her and he smiled.

“I have just had a string of bad luck is all, crossed the wrong guilds and they sent that Flayer after me. Henchmen of the Third Kind is the guild name.”

He than heard her request and he looked a bit shocked.

“Well..uhh.umm .I…uhh..I..”

He blushed, never did he think she would say something like that. He suddenly looked at her and he threw himself out of the room. He looked to her and made his voice sound like a old mother’s voice.

“How dare you intrude on a Elven Goddess and to think you could kiss her… how rude!”

He sounded pretty good, he than slicked his hair out of his face and he ran away. When you turned and looked to your bed, you saw a white rose laying on your pillow and for some odd reason, you knew Terry left it there.

Terry back in his room.

He looked to himself in the small mirror.

“Damn it, I am not supposed to be getting involved with a goddess here, I am turning weak around her. For I am not Terry, I am “D”, leader of the strongest merc army in the lands.”

He than looked to himself again.

“But it wouldn’t hurt to have someone love him for him and not the power that was behind his fist. If she didn’t know, than she wouldn’t have to fear him, well at least I don’t think she would fear me.”

He smacked himself and walked out of his room to the bar. The inn keeper looked to him and shook his head.

Terry: “Keep em coming.”

He tossed him a bag of gold coins and the inn keeper only smiled, as he got him a large mug of ale, it wasn’t long before Terry was drowning his problems away with the ale, he would soon forget about all of this and pass out.

“What could I do for her anyways, only hold her back… maybe I should just leave this place and be gone…”
He looked to the innkeeper, who only shrugged. Terry stood up and checked to make sure he had everything and he walked to the door, but he looked back behind him.

“Once I walk out this door, it is Goodbye forever Ryssa, for Terry is gone. I wont look back. Thank you again… my love…”

He again dropped a white rose at the doorstep and he walked out, headed towards the darkness of the vile wilderness, where Grotes was watching him and soon he would summon the demon back to kill him, hopefully before he got back to where he met his army.

“She’s all yours Terrance, you two were meant for eachother…”

 

[Alerdene]

Her lips parted in surprise when he stuttered for a moment and actually blushed. She opened her mouth to speak as he suddenly disappeared from the room without another word. Standing there stunned, she finally sank down onto the bed, flopping down on it and noticing something on the pillow. A rose. Picking it up she held it close to her lips as she tried to understand what had just happened. She'd nearly offered herself to him... and he had turned and left. She wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.

She lay there for awhile, holding the rose, her thoughts drifting from one thing to another, half expecting a knock on her door, a knock which never came. Unable to sleep, she rose and went downstairs to the common room, which was deserted save for the night innkeeper who asked if she needed something. She shook her head and merely looked around, looking somewhat lost. She glanced up again as the man said something and pointed to the door.

Turning and walking there, she looked down and stared at the flower that lay there for a long moment before bending and picking it up. Looking back at the innkeeper, she asked him softly,

The man I was with... the injured one... he left this?

Yes m'lady, he left it there before he left.

Was he coming back?

She frowned as he shook his head,

I don't think so m'lady.

She managed a smile as she nodded her thanks to him and went to the door, unbarring it and opening it, taking a few steps outside. Finally whistling, she waited until the cat cautiously approached, leaning down and patting his neck as she whispered to him,

Follow him Niah. Keep him safe.

Watching as he bounded off, she didn't think he would hurt the big cat, and he wouldn't be able to shake the cat without hurting him. It was the most she was willing to do for now. She wasn't going to go following a man she barely knew, no matter what his disappearance was doing to her insides.

Walking back inside, she smiled at the innkeep as she barred the door again and disappeared up the stairs to her room. Sinking onto the bed, she didn't even bother to undress, merely pulled half the blanket over her, the roses both laying on the pillow beside her. Her eyes closing, she lay there for awhile, still trying to figure out his abrupt disappearance. He'd teased her all day... and when she all but offers herself up to him... he denies her. Was he merely toying with her? That was the last thought she had as she drifted into an uneasy sleep.

 

[amon_darknight]

Terry

As he walked down the dark path, he sensed something coming fast behind him and he made a black dagger appear in his right hand that started to glow red and Terry stood ready, he was thinking of Grotes is after him with those damn displacer beasts.

“Shit…”

He than saw the form of a white cat, a very big one and he sighed.

“Damn snow cat…”

He walked up to it and than thought of something.

“Ryssa…”

Was she coming after him? He looked around some more and saw her not coming. He smiled to himself as he drew her fathers blade from his belt and looked it over, especially at the jewels imbedded in it.

“Look who’s got the quick hand now…”

That gave him a reason to go back to her, he sheathed the blade again at his back and he kneeled down to pet the cat on the head. Cats always seemed to like Terry, and he was glad cause he didn’t really want to hurt this cat.

“Such a magnificent creature you are, so you want to keep me company, thank you.”

He pulled a piece of bread from his small bag and he held it to the cat.

“For you.”

The cat looked at him and sniffed the bread and started to eat it.

“What was that look for, I am not trying to poison you or anything. Come on lets go.”

He started to walk and the cat followed, but off on the mountain top stood the deadly Mind Flayer and his now large group of orcs that were dominated by him powerful mind magic.”

Grotes: “Go now and bring me his head…”

The orcs howled and started to charge, it would take them a bit of time to get to where Terry was, but he had no idea of what was coming.

Terry walked down the path whistling a tune and he kept smiling at the cat as he took a bite of bread and gave the cat the rest.

“You are good company cat… tell me something, why does Ryssa, act like she wants me at one point and than goes off and acts like she wants nothing to do with me?”

He knew why in the back of his head, but there nothing to back his statement up.

“I know cat, I know, she never acted like she never wanted anything to do with me, I guess I am just afraid, afraid of love and the feelings that come with it. You see cat in my line of work, love is a dangerous thing, could kill you, could get her killed. So I just thought I should leave her before things got to out of hand, I mean look, I almost got her killed from that bitch Grotes, what kind of man does that make me?”

The cat just looked to him and purred as it rubbed its furry head along his leg.

“Yeah, I guess I could tell her how I feel, but I don’t want to take her away from Terrance, I know there is feelings about him welling up inside of her. She deserves better than me and Terrance is that.”

Terry looked to the mountain and sighed.

“I don’t even know where I am going… oh there is the bridge.”

He than remembered that note he got from the Troll and he took it out and read it.

“That Mind Flayer is ticking me off, he blew up some of my watch points along the desert passes.”

He petted the cat and sensed something, he saw the cat’s ears perk up and the cat started to growl.

“You sensed it to huh, Orcs and a lot of them. Go and get out of here, I can handle myself.”

Terry stood up and he drew his sword out and stood ready, and not to his surprise he saw a small army of orcs start to surround him, Terry started to count and he must have counted 19 or 20 of them, all of them had crude looking swords and sharp pointed spears, Terry only smiled.

“Shall we start?”

He went into a roll and launched himself at the orc directly in front of him, he knocked the spear aside and out of no where his evil assassin blade took his life, the blade glowed red and Terry used the dead orc as a shield to fend off a bolt shot at him from the side where he saw three more orcs loading and firing there crossbows.
“Great…”

He pushed the orc into the frenzy of the mob and he started to slash and stab away with his Katana and assassin blade, he worked his blade with perfect harmony around him to parry and deflect sword blows and spear stabs, he crossed his blades together to block a bolt from a cross bow and he again dived into a roll as he dodged out of the way of another only to take the life of an ally orc.

“Oohhh, that looked like it hurt.”

He than slashed and took the life of the closet orc as his sharp Katana cut right through his throat and than he felt something, like the air was crackling around him and he than held out his right hand to make his Gauntlet appear and it blared white as it seemed to absorb the lightning bolt.

“Oh so that is how it is… fucking SHAMAN!”

He roared out in fury as his Katana was sheathed in lighting and fire burned from the blade, he charged to hear the growl of a large cat who was killing and mauling the crossbow men, than Terry slashed at the few orcs that were around him, killing each one of them with no mercy, he mezmorized the remaining orcs with his alluring dance of death with his Katana and assassin blade, he stopped and breathed calmly as all that was left before him was dead orc bodies and the Orc Shaman.

“Oh I forgot, wasn’t this yours?”

He held his Gauntlet towards the Shaman and Terry only smiled. Out of the Gauntlet came a lightning bolt to strike the Shaman in the face, taking his life with out a chance.

Terry sighed and he sheathed his sword and blade to have the cat purr and nuzzle his neck, and he smiled at the cat, but that smile turned to fury as he drew Ryssa’s blade and threw it at a orc who was going to shoot at the cat it looked like, he threw the blade so hard it cut through the air and impaled itself in the Orc’s forehead.

“You got my back and I have yours.”

He walked over and drew the blade out of its head and looked it over.

“Not even a scratch on the blade. Very impressive.”

Grotes watched the battle and he screamed in frustration.

Grotes: “Only a few more days and the Demon will return, it will be healed and even more powerful. Yes… Witherful will kill “D”

Grotes started to laugh as he walked away into the night and vanished before the blink of an eye.

Terry cleaned his blades off and with the white gem he made his Gauntlet vanish and he walked over to the Shaman, who was missing his head and Terry laughed. He kneeled down to search the body, which he found a wand and a book of some kind.

“We got treasure.”

He than looked to the mountain.

“Strange for Orcs to just attack like that and not run away when they know they are beat, Grotes I am going to kill you sooner of later, you will have your life sucked out of you and into my blade to strengthen me and give me your psionic powers.”

Terry looked so evil in that instance that the cat backed away from him, to find Terry smiling at him.

“What?”

The cat only shook its head and walked next to Terry, who was picking up a crossbow and a few bolts he found.

“I’ll leave the rest for bandits.”

 

[Vibro repairman]

The bed was a little lumpy, but since Terrence was used to sleeping more often under the stars it hardly mattered. With Shirley in her sheaf besides him, who at least knew to be quiet when he wanted some kip, he counted mountain goats till he drifted off to sleep.

The Demon's Armpit was finally quiet, as much as it possible given where it was situated. In the dark recesses of the earth beneath, things were far from silent. A group of creatures were making their way towards the surface, their iron-forged armour clattering against rough rock walls.

"'Ere, watch wat yer doin, ya stepped on me foot again," one complained to a comrade beside him.

"Well not me fault if yer got big feet," was the reply.

"Yer want a smak in da teef?"

The two figures fell silent at the glare from the leader. "Shuddit."

 

[Alerdene]

She slept rather soundly, even considering the strange visions that plagued her dreams. Awaking a few hours after she closed her eyes, she stood and stretched in the still dark room. It was perhaps an hour before dawn, she rarely slept for more then a few hours and if needed could go days with only an hour's meditation each day.

She poured some fresh water into a basin and washed the sleep from her face, stretching again when she was finished. Sitting on the bed, she pulled on her soft knee high boots and looked around her. Glancing at her bow, she left it leaning against the wall and instead picked up her small dagger, sliding it home into the left boot, smiling as she felt it resting against her leg. She turned to the bureau to grab her blade and a sudden frown crossed her lips. Turning, she picked up her pillow, but no it wasn't there either. A near growl escaping her lips, she searched the entire room rather quickly, knowing though that she wouldn't find it.

A frustrated scream rang through the room as she paced like a caged animal, her hair falling around her face as she moved. He'd done it again. His quick disappearance the evening before, the rose on her pillow, at some point he'd snatched her blade yet again. She was going to break that habit of his one way or another. Taking a deep breath, she attempted to calm down. She didn't believe he'd actually 'stolen' it. At least not stolen in the normal sense of the word. It was merely a matter of finding him and retrieving it.

Trying to forget about it for the time being, as there was not a lot she could do for now, she threw open the door and stalked downstairs to the deserted common room. Walking towards the door, she stopped once as she cocked her head towards the large door that ran to the cellar. Standing there for a moment, she finally shook her head and headed out the front door. She walked at a brisk pace until she was within sight of the river. Not wanting to deal with the troll, she headed upstream a bit until she found a secluded bend and finally stopped. The night was cloudless and the stars sparkled overhead, though a faint light was beginning to come up as the sun started it's rise into the day.

She stripped quickly, leaving her things in a neat pile on the side of the river before walking in, hissing as the cool water rose higher and higher on her thighs before she finally just dipped herself under. She washed herself quickly, and did her hair as best she could in the cool water. Rising from the shallow water, she walked out and wrung out her hair, running her fingers through it and pushing it away from her face. Dropping to her knees next to her clothes, she tilted her head up to the sky, her eyes closed as her lips moved, the words having no sound as they came from her mouth. Her prayer and thanks were short, as she'd done her serious meditating earlier after the fight with the flayer and the demon, yet she still stood feeling refreshed and stronger.

Dressing quickly, she pulled her boots back on and began the walk back to the tavern, the brink of dawn upon her when she finally reached the inn and walked back inside.

 

[amon_darknight]

Terry felt the urge that he needed to go back to the inn, something was urging him madly, something was just not right. He looked to the cat and he smiled.

“Yes, I believe we need to go back, Ryssa is in danger, I can feel it in my veins, battle crys out and I believe its from underneath that damn inn. Lets go.”

He than started to move very quickly, faster than a normal elf should, but that explanation was for another story, he headed back towards the inn. He had a very bad feeling deep in his gut and knew he had to protect Ryssa, he couldn’t bare to see anything bad happen to her.

“I’m coming Ryssa, don’t worry.”

He finally got to the doors of the inn and he burst through them, his hand on his assassin blade ready to spring into action. He than saw everything was normal and he sighed and shook his head.

“Sorry, I just ran into some orc action back there. No need for alarm.”

He looked to the inn keeper and he nodded his head. He than headed to Ryssa’s room and knocked on the door.

“Its me Ryssa, its me Terry, can I come in?”

Feelings of love rushed though him, but Terry quickly buried it with other emotions, he wouldn’t fall weak to that emotion He walled the feelings for her behind everything, he didn’t want her to know who he was, she would hate him for everything he was worth.

“If I could go back…”

 

[Vibro repairman]

(Apologies for the delay, BT managed to disconnect my line by accident.)

Early morning light filtered through the wooden window shutters, and soon Terrance was awake, stiffling a yawn, ignoring Shirley's shrill "Rise and shine!"

Getting out of bed, he quickly donned his few articles of clothing and hung Shirley over his back. Opening the door he stepped out into the hallway, to see Terry stood outside Ryssa's door.

"Morning. When she gets her cute tush out of bed," he said to him, "tell her I'm ordering three hearty breakfasts for us."

"Its the most important meal of the day," Shirley put in brightly, and Terrence rolled his eyes. Shirley was a morning person, or at least a morning personna.

"See you both downstairs," Terrance added.

 

[Alerdene]

She walked back into the inn and saw people beginning to stir, the fire stoked, breakfasts being served. She inhaled sharply and realized she was starving. Before the innkeeper had turned around to see her, she'd slipped through the kitchen door and managed to snatch a hot biscuit from a tray just out of the oven. Grinning at the look of mock outrage the busty cook gave her she waved her thanks and went up the backstairs, heading towards her room.

She took a bite of the melt in your mouth biscuit as she went up the stairs and was about to take another when she saw him standing in front of her door and Terrence disappearing down the front stairs. She stood looking at him for a moment, before finally clearing her throat.

Her hair was damp still and lying around her face in waves and a few ringlets that would straighten to simple curves as they dried. Her skin was glowing from the scrubbing she'd given it and her clothes clung to her like a second skin. He turned to look at her and she smiled slightly, trying to decide how she should act. Deciding on an indifferent stance, she didn't ask about her blade, nor where he had gone off to after leaving her in such a hurry, instead she merely asked him,

Did you need something Terry? I get up early... you'll rarely find me in my room this late.

Smiling slightly, she took another bite of biscuit and chewed slowly as she watched him, the cocky smile that usually stayed on his lips was not there for once, at least for a moment. Deciding to give him a break, she continued,

And was that Terrence I saw heading downstairs? He's probably got breakfast for us all if I know him.

Mimicking Shirley's voice nearly perfectly, she smiled as she told him...

It's the most important meal of the day you know.

 

[amon_darknight]

“Important meal huh, I just wanted to spend some time with you. Thought I would wake you with these.”

He held a few white roses for you and he smiled.

“For you, my Maiden. I thought you could use some flowers, something to make you smile. I am sorry for just leaving you like that before, I had to get some air and to think, but here I am now.”

He leaned in and he kissed her again, he pushed her back to the wall and his hands went to her hips, resting them there. He pulled back and smiled at her.

“I owed you that. Mind if I go in, I unlocked your door for you.”

He opened your door and he walked in and he sat on your bed.

“Tell me, why do you do what you do, why are you a High Elven Guard? What do you get out of it, wouldn’t it be better if you did what you wanted to do and not take orders from some blockhead?”

He laid back on her bed and waited for a answer.

“I see nothing to gain from doing what you do, just slavery. That is not right, you are a goddess and should have people following your commands.”

He only smiled as you saw your blade in his hands.

“This is a very well crafted blade, I would love to know more about it, as would I love to know more about you.”

He just laid back on your bed and smiled.

 

[Vibro repairman]

Three breakfast platters with hot toast, melted butter, strips of boar bacon, mushrooms, and fresh eggs from the inn's chicken coop outside were laid out on the table before Terrance and after waiting a few minutes to see if his two companions would arrive, decided to tuck in before his own started getting cold. Alyssa knew a minor cantrip to reheat food so it wouldn't be too much of a problem for her.

* * *

In the darkness just below the inn's cellar, a group of figures were clustered.

"Remember wat da Master said..."

"Yeh, I remember," replied another, rubbing a sore point on the back of his head. "He gave me a remindah'"

"Who got da acid?"

"'Ere."

"Get rid of da lock and we can get dis job over wif den..."

 

[Alerdene]

She took the roses with a smile and smelled them as he spoke, not resisting as he pushed her against the wall and kissed her. She grinned slightly as he stepped back and opened the door to her room, mumbling,

Better late then never I suppose.

She stepped inside the room, not closing the door and leaned against the wall as she watched him drop onto the bed. She began to frown however as he started asking questions and her head began shaking slightly.

The blade was my father's, he had it for generations before he passed it to me. My family has held it since it's conception. It's... very special to us. And if you wish to know something about me, you need only ask. I have very few secrets.

She bit her lip as she tried to think of a diplomatic way to answer his other questions.

As far as the other... It is an honor to protect the King. One given to only the best... to be chosen and to refuse... it's nearly unheard of.

She walked into the room a bit and stopped near him.

As far as taking orders from some 'blockhead', I can only suppose you mean the Captain of the Guard... I cannot imagine you would be so bold as to call my King a blockhead in front of me...

She grinned as she climbed on the bed and straddled him, sitting on his legs as he lie there, and stretching out until she was lying on top of him, her elbow resting next to his head and propping her own up. She leaned and placed a lingering soft kiss on his lips before pulling back to look at him, her voice soft.

And regarding that... I take orders from no one. The King himself perhaps if he chooses to participate in some faction of his guard.

She let that sink in for a moment and kissed his somewhat startled face before jumping up off of him and holding her hand out to him.

And before you can ask why I'm off alone instead of with a regiment or back at home... my previous successor was killed... murdered really... in a raid. I was chosen to replace him, an unbelievable honor. Being in charge means I have a bit more freedom per se then a normal guard and am allowed to choose my own assignments. Soon enough I will be back at home where I belong.

So now you know about me. Ryssa Alerdene... Captain of the High Elven Guard, at your service. Or shall I say... the 'blockhead' who orders everyone around. Now let's get some breakfast, I'm starving.

 

[amon_darknight]

He looked to you and he smiled.

“That is quite honorable, most people would not be so open about themselves to strangers. But thank you, I feel so special.”

He smiled at her as he still held her blade. He shifted his vision to his mage sight and he saw her blade glowing with magic, it was a very powerful weapon indeed.

“I now ask you than about this blade, I can sense immense power from this blade, just what does it do? What magics are upon this blade?”

He spun the blade in his hand like a crafty bard of cheap tricks and he threw that sly grin at you.

“You know this smile here gets all the ladies, but it seems to not be working on you, how can you resist this smile?”

You could tell he was trying to change the subject.

“I am sorry, I didn’t know you were the Captain, but yes I would call your so called king a block head in front of you and him. I fear no one.”

You sensed a different person in him than, as he said that. Almost a strong warrior type, with no heart, no emotions, only chaos.


”I am sorry to say that, its just through my travels, I have had to learn not to fear anything, or you miss everything… or you…mphhh”

He was startled as she straddled him and kissed him.


”Goddess… you are such a tease… I am glad you are free to do whatever; I hate the feeling of restraint. But if he was murdered, why would that bring you here, unless your friend was killed here and you have come for revenge, am I right? I did not mean to call you a blockhead, but all you figureheads act like one, I feel a leader of the pack should order through skill and strength, lead out of respect, not out of rank and bullshit. Seeing you in action though, I know they follow you through what I said, and I respect that in you. For I would follow you to the 9 levels of hell. But since you have started something, I wont allow you to tease me like that again.”

He took your enchanted blade and threw it at what seemed to be you, but it hit the wood door and hit so accurately that it jammed the door shut, it was wedged so deep in, it might take a few people to get it out, and you were stuck in this room with the man you despised so much.

“Now you cant leave.”

He pulled you back to him and you were laying beside him, he waved his hands and a plate a food appeared before you as he hummed a soft tune as a flute appeared in his hands and he started to play. But downstairs two plates of food vanished from Terrance’s sight and the innkeeper was in shock.

“Ryssa this is for you.”

He again started to play for her and he kept his eyes shut as he thought of her beauty.

“Eat and be well, for I will entertain you with my baric songs. This is called “Flight of Phoenix from the Elven City.”

The tune brought back memories from a time in the past, a very chaotic past. He only smiled as he played the flute for you.

 

[Vibro repairman]

Terrance jumped at the two vanishing breakfast plates. He felt uneasy when magic was bantered around in such casual manner. Elves were at times so unpredictable.

"Hmm, and they accuse us of living our lives fast..." he mumbled as he chewed some bacon, with a half smile, thinking of the two elves having breakfast in bed.

His thoughts were turned aside as a number of figures burst out of the kitchen, weapons raised. One at the back held the cook, a portly woman, with a knife pricked against her throat.

They had dark shaggy fur and bulbous purple noses, red piggy eyes staring out about the room. The blackened armour they wore was crude but appeared efficient enough.

"Bugbears," grumbled Terrance, pushing his nearly finished plate forward and prepared to draw Shirley.

"No one move," said the leader, who stood a good foot taller than any of the others and obviously had a more muscular frame. "We take who we come for, and den leave, an' no-one get 'urt."

The bugbears spread out, watching the few patrons who had been quietly eating their breakfast, and the leader approached Terrance.

"Give her to me," said the big bugbear, leaning over the table and glaring at Terrance.

"What?" replied the barbarian, momentarily confused.

"Shirley."

Terrance stared back in shock. "You came here after Shirley?" he replied, jaw dropped.

"No funny bisness, or we kill others."

Reluctantly, Terrance drew Shirley, and turned her to face the bugbear hilt first, glaring. "You will regret this," he said simply.

"Terrance, no! Please don't let this smelly oink take me!" Shirley cried.

"I have no choice, at the moment, Shirley" replied Terrance, grim-faced. He watched as the bugbear took her, stuffing her into his belt and moved backwards away from the table, before turning and heading back into the kitchen. Shortly after the other bugbears followed, with hostages, until they were gone, back down into the Demon Armpit's cellar and beyond. All Terrance could do was grind his teeth and press white-knuckled fists into his tabletop, as Shirley was kidnapped... or swordnapped, as the case may be.

 

[Alerdene]

She didn't flinch as he threw her own blade seemingly at her head. Standing quite still, she smiled at him as it flew by her head and slammed into the door, jamming it shut. Turning to look at it, she arched an eyebrow as she looked back at him quizzically.

Letting him pull her down beside him, her eyes widened a bit as two plates of steaming food appeared and he mentioned playing a song for her. She smiled as he began to play, recognizing the song and sitting up to listen as she glanced at the food, realizing she really was hungry. Picking up a piece of the bacon, she chewed on it thoughtfully as she wondered about his words, questions about her blade, the food appearing, his remarkable throw to lodge the door shut.

Finishing the bacon, and picking up a piece of toast, her head tilted slightly as she regarded him.

You are quite the talented player... an interesting choice of songs you choose as well.

Nibbling on the toast, she leaned against the headboard of the bed, her legs stretched out in front of her as she glanced at the door, her head tilting slightly as she thought she heard something. Hearing nothing other then the music now though, she turned her attention back to him and grinned. Leaning over close enough to him, her fingers wrapped lightly around the instrument and took it from him, her lips replacing the slender flute against his own. Kissing him tenderly, she leaned back and flashed a dazzling smile at him.

You should eat... you might need your strength.

 

[amon_darknight]

He smiled as he watched you listen to the song, he knew that the song would bring back memories from the past.

“Why thank you, some people say that I am a talented bard, but some don’t like me too much as you can tell.”

He than turned his head as if he felt something. But he turned back to you and he smiled, his hand twitched and he returned to smile again. But she suddenly took the flute from him and kissed him on the lips, he was a bit taken by that move and he fell back off the bed, he looked up at you and shook his head.

“Whoops, sorry, caught me off guard there gorgeous. I don’t require too much to gather my strength, just some trances and a few sips of this water and I am fine. But what do you think I will need my strength for.”

He grinned at you as he sat up and looked to you, that sly smile remained on his face.

“Unless you had something in mind… You should be careful with a kiss like that, it could lead to other things, some things you might not be ready for, my dear Maiden. A wandering Bard such as myself is a little too much to handle for a Maiden.”

He smiled as he stood up and walked to the window. He looked left and than right as if he was searching for something, something like your panties. He didn’t see any of them, so he turned back to you and smiled, as he was a few feet away from you.

“So just what do you intend on doing about a Bard laying in your bed.”

He than walked to the bed and he laid beside you again, this time his head resting in your crotch as he smiled at you.

 

[Alerdene]

She chuckled as he slipped off the bed and fell to the floor, her eyes sparkling as he stood again. Her eyes followed him, listening, amused as he talked about what she could or couldn't handle. He walked towards the window, looking about oddly and she watched him carefully, a half frown coming to her lips before he finally returned to the bed, lying down again, his head in her lap this time as she continued to look at him.

So just what do you intend on doing about a Bard laying in your bed.

Her fingers went down to run through his hair smoothing it out along her thigh as she thought about this question. Grinning down at him she leaned back against the headboard, content for the moment to merely play with his hair.

Nothing, I suppose. Since every time I so much as bring my lips within an inch of this bard he seems to go stumbling off in the other direction.

Her own lips stayed pulled up, amused as she watched him.

 

[amon_darknight]

Her fingers felt magical as they ran through his long white hair.

“Mmm that feels so relaxing, almost relaxing enough to bring my guard down.”

He smiled at you and he gazed into your eyes.

“Tell me Goddess, what qualities does your blade possess, tell me, I am so very curious. While I was gone, I ran into a little orc problem and your blade came to good use. It only makes me more curious to find out its powers, I can sense and see great power in it.”

He than thought of what he said, did he reveal that he could see magic in items and in people, no, he couldn’t have.

“Well I mean, I can sense it, yeah I can sense it. What was I saying, I could see it…”

He smiled, as he than heard your response about not doing anything.

“Well, there is a very powerful dagger wedged in the door and don’t think you could get it out, and don’t think we are going anywhere till I get some answers. And maybe some other things.”

He than moves so quickly, that you couldn’t even register his movement, he was in your face and he kissed you, more passionately than you kissed him, he pinned your arms to the wall and he pressed into you, but he than moved back and he looked to you.

“Well now, am I moving away now? No I am here in front of you, not moving, now the question is, can you handle a Bard such as myself?”

He than took his flute back into his hands and he started to play a song that sent shivers up and down your spine, it even made your nipples tingle and sent a wave a pleasure through your tight pussy. Terry only grinned at you.

“I call this song, Pleasure of the Soul. Can you guess what it does to the body?”

He knew she would be dying for sexual release by the time he was done playing his tune, and he only grinned at her.

“Time is ticking my Goddess. My lo..”

He than saw the look on her face and he stopped his sentence.

 

[Alerdene]

She shrugged slightly at his continued questions about her blade, merely replying, though her eyes did not meet his as she did so,

It's merely a well made piece of steel. Slices through flesh and most other things as if they were butter. I'd hate to lose it.

When he mentioned it being powerful with magic, her eyebrow arched as she stared at him, her eyes narrowing slightly though she didn't call him on his slip, merely letting him continue.


Well, there is a very powerful dagger wedged in the door and don’t think you could get it out, and don’t think we are going anywhere till I get some answers. And maybe some other things.

At this, a tinkling laughter escaped her and in one movement she waved her hand at the door and spoke a single word in ancient elven. It was actually the dagger's name, but she'd never had told him or anyone else that. She watched him, her eyes not leaving his as the dagger began wiggling of it's own accord and finally pulled free of the door, dropping down to impale itself in the wooden floor.

She laughed at this and shrugged slightly as if she had no idea what had just happened. Before she could blink however, he'd pressed her up against the wall and was kissing her, not a teasing kiss as hers had been, but a deep, lingering, passionate kiss that left her nearly breathless when he finally pulled back.

He let go of her and grabbed his flute, beginning to play, her entire body tingling as he did so, her nipples puckering under the soft leather and her center throbbing.

I call this song, Pleasure of the Soul. Can you guess what it does to the body?

He played for a moment and her breath quickened as she realized either the flute was spelled or he had a lot more magic in him then he'd like anyone to realize. Her body was aching as he played, her skin tingling almost as if it were being constantly caressed, her cheeks, her neck, her breasts, her nipples, her belly, and even her increasingly moist slit. Her body moved slightly, her hips going up almost to meet an invisible lover and she knew she should stop him, but found her voice unable or unwilling to speak as sensations flew through her as he played.

Her chest was beginning to move as her breath came in short pants as she looked at him through desire filled eyes. Her head turned suddenly though, her eyes opening as she heard a crash just as he began to speak.

Time is ticking my Goddess. My lo..

Wanting nothing more then to rip his clothes off, she forced herself to try and ignore the song as she focused on the noise, her voice coming out nearly a whisper from the passion she was feeling.

Did you hear something?

 

[amon_darknight]

Terry he grinned as the blade fell to the ground to impale itself in the ground.

“If you don’t want to tell me the real powers of the blade that is fine, but if you don’t know, than that is all you have to say.”

He continued to play as he was getting closer to the end of the song, he watched her squirm on the bed and he grinned still. He than increased the power of the song and played with more passion and she could feel it flow through his body, the pressure on your pussy increased 5 times and same with your breasts, than the song was over and he looked to you.

“So what do you think of my song?”

He than looked to her and he knew that she would be feeling the effects till he played a new song.

“I didn’t hear anything my dear Maiden, but this is something that shouldn’t be left on the ground.”

He walked over to the blade and he sheathed it in his belt, he only grinned at you.

“I figured you are not telling me about the blade, what about your bow, it seems you just emanate magic. What else do you hide from me.”

He didn’t care about revealing his mage sight, he has hid it from her before and could do so again. He walked up to her and got on top of her and he again started to kiss her, his hands running up and down your sides, he knew she was still feeling the effects of his song and it was running strong through her. He stripped himself of his shirt and he looked to her, his strong chest, showing no marks, just smoothness.

“So what now Maiden,”

He kissed her lips again, feeling her heat coming from her body.

“Oohh you feel so good…”

 

[Alerdene]

Her breath came in pants and she squirmed nearly helplessly on the bed as his spell flowed through her, seeping into her veins. Her body was on fire though he didn't touch her, and she knew she should stop him, but the words just wouldn't come.

Her eyes watched him as he put her blade in his belt again and she merely shrugged, knowing she would retrieve it later, and refusing to answer the question about it's magic, though she knew quite well it's powers. Her voice was breathy as she answered about the bow however,

The bow is enchanted. I did it myself. Nothing impressive, but a whisper of a word is all it takes to set my arrows of a magical nature, fire, ice, electricity. Twas easier then enchanting each arrow.

He climbed on top of her, stripping himself of his shirt, and she frowned as she looked at his smooth, unmarked chest. She struggled to remember what the healer had said, something about scars all over. Shaking her head, she figured perhaps she had heard wrong, though she knew she had not.

His lips came to hers and she willingly let the spell wash over her again, liking the way he felt against her. She could have dispelled it, she had the spell ready, but something deep inside her stopped the words from releasing. Her arms came around him to caress his warm skin as her lips pressed against his, her tongue searching out his own again as she arched her back up so that their bodies met at every point.

Her voice low and husky, she looked him in the eye as her hands traveled the length of his back.

Your spelled song has done it's job well bard, so what now, will you run away again?

 

[amon_darknight]

He only laughed at her statement of him running.

“My dear Goddess, a bard such as myself never runs from anything. He only forgets what he is doing and gets off track.”

He had forgotten what he was originally talking about, but he looked to her and he smiled.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, my song was merely a song, there was no effects to it.”

He raised off her and he picked his flute up again and he started to play a song, the feelings in your body washed over you again, this time going straight for you clit. He grinned as he played a few more notes and he put the flute down and he laid next to you, he put the flute to his lips again and he started to play a few more notes from the same song. He knew eventually you would just rape him, and that is maybe what he wanted.

“What makes you think I would try something with you for. I am only a bard, not a mage, nor a warrior, just a bard who loves music and beautiful goddesses like you.”

He smiled again as he said that.

“But if I was doing something, do you enjoy it, and how much do you enjoy it. And would you be kind enough to show me?”

He grinned and he expected a slap or something like that, but he waited. She was so mystical, her every touch and kiss, made his soul scream in ecstasy, he felt pleasure with her every touch. How was she capable of this, he wondered. He had been with many women, but she was something different. How and why, what did she have with in her being to have her do so.

 

[Alerdene]

I don’t know what you are talking about, my song was merely a song, there was no effects to it.

She actually laughed outloud at this, her voice soft and filled with desire as she spoke,

yes yes, just as you're just a simple bard, with flayers for enemies.

He lay next to her, the flute going to his lips again, the music this time dragging a moan from her lips as it felt as if invisible hands and lips were teasing her entire body. Her hips bucked up once off the bed as she sat up, her face flushed, and breasts heaving under the soft leather vest.

But if I was doing something, do you enjoy it, and how much do you enjoy it. And would you be kind enough to show me?

She stared at him for a long moment, giving serious consideration to throwing off his spell and leaving him wondering what had gone wrong. But the last note lingered in the air and she felt it vibrating against her center, her last vestiges of reason leaving her.

Show you?

Her fingers went to the front of her vest as she sat there looking at him, unfastening the laces that ran down the front and slowly shrugging it off.

Her golden skin slowly came into view, her full breasts with their dark nipples begging to be touched. A small scar lay just under one breast, going almost to her navel, the remnants of an old battle.

Pushing the vest away, she pulled him up next to her, kissing him again, pressing herself against his bare skin, her nipples tingling the moment they touched him, her arms going around him pulling him to her tightly as her tongue played with his once again.

Taking his hand as they kissed, she pulled it up to cup her breast, resting his fingers lightly over her hard nipple which nearly jumped into his hand at being touched.

 

[amon_darknight]

He looked to her at her mention of the Flayer, known as “Grotes”,

“Look, you don’t know anything about that, I am just a simple Bard that has nothing but bad luck.”

You felt anger rise in him and he snapped his flute in half.

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to put you in danger… wha…”

He saw her strip her vest off and he saw her magnificent breasts in all there glory. She than kissed him and pressed her body against his own and she felt so good on him.

“Oohh Rysssa,”

He than let her take his hand and he looked to her in her eyes. He felt like she was casting a spell of her own, but he saw no power in her.

“Ryyssaa..”

He than leaned in and kissed her again as his hand fondled her breast.

“Soo firm, so perfect…”

He kissed her again, but he looked to his arm and saw the magic was fading. He pushed her back and he turned his back on you.

“I am sorry… I just feel so bad about putting your life in danger.”

He pulled the white jewel out and he waved it over his Gauntlet arm and it vanished from view again. He breathed deep and he turned back to you and he smiled.

“I just don’t want to see you get hurt… there is feelings…”

He stopped himself and he walked up to you again and kissed you deep and he fondled your nipples this time.

“Ryssa, please don’t leave my side, no matter what… I will forever want you around me, I feel like a better person around you.”

The feelings he had for you were growing strong, almost like he could contain them anymore. He just kissed you again and you saw something strange appear on his shoulder, a large scar just appeared and it followed by more scars, he kissed down your jaw line and went over your neck, he nibbled and sucked there as his hands went to your ass and he fondled it.