The Fall Of The Tribes

by Philip Read

  But I do somewhat understand from it’s history and purpose that the Order isn’t primarily about the power that could give any maniac the knowledge to rule over thousands. Tiba itself was founded by refugees and like minded people in need of refuge, and to this day they refuse no one entry into the mountain enclosed city.

  But I’m still surprised at how easily everything has been going for me. The existence and whereabouts of the Tiba city in the desert of Tiba is an open secret in Persian controlled Iran, Anglo and the Mbali Grasslands that boarder the desert in the rocky region known as the Steppes that encompasses all three territories.

  From any of these areas that border the desert it’s fairly easy to get a fairly accurate map. It’s just that not many mundane have the know how to travel the desert safely or the endurance and vitality to make the trip straight there without getting lost or dead from dehydration and heat stroke. Horses would die and desert dwellers are very difficult to tame.

  But I’ve Awakened only a few years and no longer cloaking so anyone with a efficient enough examine or soul sense can easily tell that I have. So my arrival at the stone city gates wasn’t much of an anomaly to the people that keep track of all the new arrivals and their purposes here.

  This is my first mission as an agent of the Conclave of Sahdow and I’m not sure I’m exactly right for the job description. Barbarians aren’t really known for their subtlety and lying skills are they? And the more of the different races, cultures and peoples I am exposed to the more I realise how extremely Barbarian I am.

  Though I may not be sure how good of a lied I am I know I’m quite good at spotting lies and reading body language. And I’m confident enough in my own abilities that already Joseph and I have changed how we will approach this mission.

  I came into this city alone and I found Tiba alone as we separated long before I reached even the outskirts of the territories surrounding the desert. And we will meet here as strangers that get to know each other and form a friendship instead of try to infiltrate and investigate the ranks of the Brotherhood together.

  I’ve only been an Awakened a few years but I have already long since fully finished Awakening into my power. Though to be honest there still seem to be changes slowly taking place to my actual physical body as Entril the Ancient Beast I met within the Dawn said there would be.

  I have mana and access to the many world defying abilities it opens up to me. Though my affinity is actually in water and my control sloppy and my casting slow and weak. Nothing still surprises me more than being able to cast magic, but I’m the first Barbarian with a zanpakutō to Awaken and having my Rage in my nodachi half apparently I’m no longer really ‘cursed’.

  But the talent that’s really important for this particular mission is the Awakening to sexual proficiency, I’m a stud. And as a fledging stud I have come to Tiba both seeking enlightenment and to begin my education at the Brothel as a potential acolyte.

  * * *

  Training to become an acolyte of the Brothel Temple is actually very difficult, who would have guessed? We spend hours everyday learning what is termed psycho’anology from a Mind Delver who has access to our psyche, there are no secrets kept from the teachers at the Brothel. Which is why it has never been infiltrated by a spy or plants from other deities as far as I know.

  But someone at the Conclave discovered that it isn’t that they don’t like spies, but they don’t like spies with neferous intentions. Nor do they like applicants that won’t take their vows to Erotica seriously and I am determined to be the perfect student while in their care.

  Psycho’anology with Kwesta the Mind Delver has become a good look in the mirror for me and I assume all of us. He brings out my darkest truths to light for me to face and we sit there and discuss them until I understand them as much as I can. Everyday I meet the man in his large comfortable office chambers and he brings up things that have shaped who I currently am and some of my personality traits since my childhood.

  The man has that aura of trustworthiness and peace that ensures I eventually talk about thing I thought I’d keep secret forever. And he brings up things id thought i had forgotten. There is a type of naked shame to being seen by another person without the facad of normalcy or sanity. To be truly seen by another even your minds darker thoughts and insane musings.

  But we somehow moved passed that shame to true free introspection into my psycho’anology. I later learnt the man is actually a Chosen of the deity with the title Revealer than has to make finale decision on a trainees eligibility for becoming an acolyte.

  After a one on one session with the revealer I go to the temple proper for meditation and prayer to the deity in question. The time is allocated for a one sided dialogue with the deity and meditation within her presence for her influence to filter into our lives apparently. There are prospective trainees coming into the Brothel everyday in hopes of being chosen for the vocation of being a Brothel priest or priestess.

  Some not making it past the initial interview with the recruiters, others being accepted as trainees but not making it passed the Revealer. Most tragic are those that get to sit with the Revealer as often as they need to but don’t make it due to breaking the one rule placed on the trainees, no sexual contact of any kind.

  After prayer and meditation its a lesson in mental resistance that we take in small groups of 12 with one of the priests. Barbarians have natural mental resistance by going into the berserker rage when their minds are being tempered with almost without fail.

  But I can choose not to go berserker regardless of what is happening and do I stay myself thought the lessons. Mental resistance is apparently necessary for any trainee that wants to climb the priesthood ranks and survive some of the extreme clientele served by the temple.

  From there we go to anatomy lessons and we are taught the most basic of humanoid and beast anatomy with particular focus placed on sex organs and birth. In the same small group we explore the humanoid bases and each person chooses a single species of topic to specialise in of course mine is human.

  Then we have free time to ourselves which I usually use to get out of the robes, grab my weapons and go sparing. I’ve discovered that some of these priests are pretty tough and make amazing sparing partners as I learn to fight with Razor in one hand and Kata in the other from an elf Priest named Nyye.

  Nyye is a nature elf from Nyx, a territory controlled by the wood, mirk, and nature elves under the umbrella of Celestia. It is within Atrium, another supercontinent and apparently Nyye is a transfer from a temple there so as to help keep all the temples uniform in creed.

  The man duel wields a pair of beautiful single handed leaf blades with their edges made of mythril. They are extremely valuable and extremely rare not just because of the mythril but because they are also enchanted with mana infused glyphs of strength, shock absorption and elemental magic resistance. The last a weak enchantment because of it not being specific but still an amazing pair of weapons to behold.

  Duel wielding a midium length sword and axe is very advantageous for me terms of speed and versatility of movements. I can block and slash at the same time and attack and defend simultaneously not even bothering to use my eyes as we spar. Dimensional awareness means I know where my opponent is and were his weapons are at all times and I am always on the move never blindsided.

  I have no blindspots and my weapons are spirit bound making them actual deadly extensions of my spirit body, meaning to me I just have longer, harder and sharper limbs to fight using. My hair I’ve learnt to let fly about freely when fighting even into my face and the freedom has been exhilarating.

  Nyye though is apparently a 200 year old tier 2 Awakwned so I can go all out without holding anything of my physicality during sparing. There is even a sparing chamber at the temple bottom floors and we grin happily as we figth each other, playing cat and mouse as I use everything in my physical repertoire to get to him while he keeps me back.

  That is my favourite part of my day, the time I s
pend trying to wound a Master skilled 200 year old elf with the agility and flexibility to rival a cat’s. He keeps me on the defensive as well, pushing me back and keeping me honest with strikes with surprising strength behind them considering his lean frame and runner’s build.

  After duel wielding practice it’s off to eat in a great hall with many priests and priestess to eat and socialise with people on a large scale. We learn some of the popular etiquette rules here and how to conduct ourselves in the presence of the aristocracy of the different cultures and kingdom’s.

  From there it’s lessons on how to flirt and speak to men or women being cognizant of the topics that trigger their interest, sexual or otherwise. Very much related to psycho’anology but different, it helps me in understanding body language better as well. Then again more free time which I use to get to know the city as we are allowed out for 2 hours everyday at our leisure.

  Then it’s back and off to bed in a large dormitory with all the other trainees present and we all have to sleep naked. A way of familiarising everyone with naked flesh I assume but I don’t really mind, naked flesh I’d common amongst my people.

  *

  That is mostly my schedule for 5 months. Time in which I am a trainee and may still be rejected at any point with or without cause. Time in which I get to explore the city and the lay of the land and it’s people.

  There is a deep proud history to Tiba and after thousands of years with wars and changing circumstances all around, Tiba has remained constant in it’s desert surrrounded mountain.

  The first few days are a struggle somewhat but I develop a sort of routine and my days become rinse and repeat. This causes them to start feeling like they are mixing together creating the illution of time flowing quickly. The greatest obstacle is the no sexual contact rule as on a daily basis I am horny and when time to sleep comes and I watch beautiful women traipsing about naked I miss my women most.

  But those are my first five months in Tiba, my months as a trainee of the Brothel Temple of Erotica. The goddess of sex, lust, passion, fertility and sexual healing.

  *

  After 5 months as a trainee a ceremony is prepared where a few of the large groups of hopefuls will be chosen to become acolytes of the Brothel.

  I am stripped naked and go through a cleansing bath and fast and meditate for a day before being led to a third floor basement whilst still naked and told to enter though the larger rounded door ahead. Simple, I suspect a woman to be waiting inside so I walk in.

  Chapter 115

  Sachihiro

  “Are you alright Sachihiro?” A very seductive smokey voice asks me as I groggily come back to myself.

  I wake slowly, my awareness spreading until I know where everything within the room is even as I pretend to be trying to get my eyes to adjust. I look up at the beautiful face looking down on me and she smiles warmly placing a hand on my still naked chest.

  “You are in the Healing House, but congratulations on becoming an acolyte of the Brothel Temple of Tiba.” She says and helps me up with a hand on my elbow.

  “How could I have passed the test after embarrassing myself in such a spectacular manner?” I ask as I sit up and look at my still naked body.

  At where the stains of my seed had leaked all over my legs. I have never had such an uncontrollably body satisfying orgasm to the extent that my knees become weak to the point of collapse. To be embarrassed of failure yet feel so good for that failure is a paradox I never knew it was possible to experience but wow.

  “Wait, you said I’m an acolyte now. Why? I barely made it into the room before being unmanned and I’m not even sure what happened in there.” I say to the woman who just smiles warmly at me.

  “My name is Elis and from what I hear you made it further than some did before you climaxed and collapsed. There is no need to be embarrassed, there is a reason that chamber is used as a method of choosing and it isn’t my place to explain. How are you feeling though, anything different?”

  I slowly down my wondering thoughts to really look at the woman with the soft warm hand still on my naked flesh. I’m naked as the day I was born still, the unnecessary contact as she leans towards me in that manner and the way she keeps eyeing me and smiling implies she is either very friendly or she likes me.

  Because of my state of undress I’ll go with the latter as the training implies. But thought I have that inkling, and she is attractive my cock is still as flaccid as its ever been and since my Awakening that I’d very unusual. “Yes something is different, I don’t have an erection.”

  She giggles and rubs her hand up and down my arm warmly and I’m almost bewildered to realise I’m not even slightly horny. Its like clinically watching someone flirting with me and realising that all the queues that we were taught to look for as trainees are there as expected. But that drive to fuck that usually distracts from this awareness is gone.

  I smile back at her and Kean into her hand, implying without words that her touch is welcomed. She beams at me and tells me she cleaned me up personally. I’m not even sure she is consciously responding to my body language communication or it’s just happening on an instinctive level but I’m fascinated to watch how my responses encourage and direct her own.

  She is clay in my hands as I use words and body language to direct her mood and level of interest in me. The awareness I have of my surroundings is clearer as well. I can focus on her attentively yet still retain enough spread focus to be aware of the small spider on the wall behind me, of the coin two beds down hidden under a desk.

  I laugh at something she says and place my own hand on her arm prompting her to sit at the edge of my bed. She is a professional and only eyed my cock a few times and I’m realising seemingly for the first time what a distraction sexual attraction and horniness can actually be. Do I also get this oblivious when horny or is this added focus not the result of being clear headed?

  “I think we have company approaching.” I say as I feel the priest walking towards us and sure enough he turns the corner and opens the clothe that acts as a partition for my section of the room.

  Elis is already standing besides me slightly embarrassed from being so distracted and she tells me I’m fine and slips away without a word to the man. The man is unarmed but he vibrates with power and confidence that isn’t even an aura.

  “Do you realise what’s happened to you yet?” He asks plainly looking into my eyes intensely and I find that I can’t read him at all.

  “No.” I say looking back at him and coolly assessing him and wondering why Elis was such an open book while this man is a book whose cover is in a language I can’t even understand.

  “My name is Sive, I will be your mentor from now until you are ready to go through another choosing to determine whether or not you can join the priesthood. If you didn’t catch on that means you are now an acolyte and your lessons and duties have now changed.” He looks at me as though expecting a response, which I don’t give.

  “Follow me.” He says turning away.

  I hop lightly of the bed and follow behind the well dressed casual man smoothly. We turn into a corridor occupied by a few people in which I’m the only naked person in. Yet I’m not embarrassed, I’m not self conscious as my cock bounces against my thighs with every step.

  I don’t feel shame or the exposure of nakedness as I feel eyes on my cock and body. Some just curiously clinical whilst other have more interest or intent behind them.

  “The level of focus you have right now is temporary.” The man, Sive sends directly to my mind without even turning to look at me as he walks ahead.

  “You are in a state of hyper focus and hyper awareness right now because you currently have no sexual drive to speak of. It’s a result of having such a deep and thorough orgasm that every part of your physical, spiritual body and even your ego is satisfied.

  “The energy that is usually used within you to maintain your sexuality as a creature with the desire and capabilities to procreate is is being used fo
r pertinent things now. You should feel this asexual hyper focus for an hour longer before energy is diverted back to your sex drive and you lose the confidence and peace within yourself that you now feel.”

  As he speaks we walk up a flight of stairs, through a corridor and out into the open and I realise I do feel great sense of peace. “Is sexuality such a burden that when it’s removed from me I feel this unencumbered?”

  I send back because even out in the open with people watching I feel no shame from being naked and walking amongst people. Though I soon realise that I’m not the only naked person naked out in the open but the other is a slave with a collar and chain around her neck and it’s the acceptance of being owned and not responsible for herself that allows her to lose the shame of being publicly displayed naked without the ego getting hurt.

  Truly slaves have the most liberation as every action and word from them is placed as the responsibility of another. Truly Katya must have felt so burdened the years of our travels from Sandoria when I made her feel responsible for herself for the first time in her life. No wonder she was so unhappy and confused the whole time.

  To relinquish ownership of yourself to another is one of the greatest forms of self love that I have actually come across and it is why the cults are so popular amongst the masses. People are generally selfish and out to make themselves feel good and happy. And by not burdening themselves with the responsibility of all their deeds, words and thoughts they practice a form of selfishness that frees them from the weight of responsibility of a life, their life.

  But then with this form of giving of yourself there are also responsibilities to the person or entity to which you have burdened with your life. There is a level of obedience and accountability that is just a must for any such relationship to work, and it is a relationship.

  The slave girl somehow feels my eyes or awareness on her and looks up slightly with her eyes as we near each other. She sees me see her and the is a brief moment where we both understand that we are the truly free and unburdened people in this quad of people. And though she is being led by a chain like a pet it is her master not her that will be held yo account for her life and she smirks at me. Actually smirks and a shiver runs down my spine as I realise the magnitude of responsibility that Katya has placed on me.