by Eden Redd
Nero and Luci broke their kiss and all three looked to the dark elf.
“Come for us,” The troll, kitmori and dragon kin cheered her on.
Dulla’s head reared back as she slammed her hips down. The dark elf’s mouth made a perfect O as her eyes widened. Nero couldn’t deny how sexy it was to watch an orgasm exploded, heat rushing to her face. Pink touched dark cheeks as inner explosions caused her to shudder repeatedly. Nero felt his own orgasm filling his member as she squeezed him, begging for his release. Spurts of come splashed in her valley, flooding it with a cloud of bliss. The dark elf drank in the troll’s life, refilling her own dark mana pool and savoring his throbbing member. Hips moved lazily as she whimpered and moved, milking every last drop from the troll.
You have attained Dark Elf Worshipper! You have gained +2 Intelligence and +10 to Dark Mana Pool.
Luci hugged the troll and he coiled an arm around her, drinking in her scent as Dulla pried herself off of him and Drubella taking over, straddling the troll.
***
Nero called up his stats as Luci moaned, her hips moving up and down on the troll’s sore cock.
Nero Synn
Shadowmancer Troll
Hit Points(HP)- 274/274
Armor- 22
Dark Mana Pool(DM)- 255/255
Strength- 25 (+5)
Intelligence- 24 (+4)
Wisdom- 30 (+8)
Dexterity- 28 (+7)
Stamina- 24 (+4)
Charisma- 40 (+10)
Abilities
Whisper to the Dead- 22
Soul Drink- 22
Sense the Dead- 18
Troll Regeneration- 14 (Passive ability)
Skills
Sneak- 27
Spells
Raise Pale Skeleton- 5 DM
Raise Bloody Bones- 12 DM
Summon Wraith- 25 DM
Summon Banshee- 40 DM
Summon Ghost- 45 DM
Soul Drain- No cost
Equipment
Scepter of Shadow Weaving-7 to 22 (Shadow Weaving Ability)
Short Sword of Decay- 8 to 26 damage (Slow healing)
Soul Bleeder Dagger- 5 to 16 damage (48 hour lockout)
Robe of Abyssal Conjuration- Spells at half cost. Take half magic damage.
Dragon Skull Headdress- +100 Dark Mana Pool
Enchanted Leather Armor- +5 Armor
Ring of Shadows- +10 Sneak
The troll smiled as Luci continued to ride his cock. Drubella and Dulla slept in each other’s arms next to the couple. Nero noted that all the bonuses he received, it only increased his normal damage and his dark mana pool. The player mentally filed it away to see if it would help with his plan.
Mind crystal clear, he mentally swiped his stat screen away and lay on his back, enjoying Luci’s body as she bounced on his cock. The four had been at it for hours and the player’s inner beast was struggling to stay awake. Luci fell forward, lazily moving her hips as she lay on the troll. An orgasm sprung deep inside but it felt more like a tickle as the kitmori moaned. Nero held her close. Unable to stop herself, the troll came a moment later, hoping that would quell her desires. Come spurted and Luci moaned. A few seconds later, she fell fast asleep on his chest.
Nero knew they had a few hours before sunrise so he figured he get some sleep too. Mind drifting off on a blissful haze, he looked forward to putting his plan in action and seeing that Lord Blight and his ilk get what’s coming to them.
The lantern’s glow softened as they winked out one by one. Nero held the sleeping kitmori close as darkness filled the room and he fell into the deepest sleep of his life.
Fifteen
The forest was alive with the sounds of bird song. Shafts of sunlight penetrated the green foliage and a cool serenity blanketed the area. Nero paced ahead of his small group of companions, annoyed that it was such a beautiful day. There was a small place in his heart where he told himself to just abandon the quest, take his new friends and quest for new adventures across Lukken. The thought caused the shadowmancer to smile to himself, if only for a moment. The darker part of his mind wouldn’t allow it, sending that pleasant thought down the drain. A lesson must be taught and Nero was in a teaching mood.
Rikk and Luci followed behind the troll while Drubella and Dulla took up the rear. They had been travelling for most of the morning. Nero thought back to when they left Rork kingdom through the secret tunnel. A chest was waiting for them, filled with several thousand gold coins, healing potions and a beautiful outfit for Drubella. The dragon took to it, holding it to her chest, a tear in her eye, knowing it was from her father. She couldn’t bring herself to visit him, knowing she would be a blubbering mess and instead asked Nero if they could return one day. The player of course agreed, looking forward to the reunion after the dragon kin had seen some of the world.
Despite the beautiful morning, a grim mood took hold of each of the companions. They were walking into a dangerous situation and they all knew it. Even Rikk was un-characteristically quiet, formulating plans in his head. Nero spent part of the morning explaining his plan but it didn’t sit well with the group. Rikk said there were too many variables that could come into play. Luci tried to remain upbeat but her eyes said otherwise. Drubella took the information in but said nothing in return. Dulla was the only one who seemed confident it would work. She walked along with a hum in her throat and wide red eyes.
Through the trees, ruined white pillars stood, bathed in sunlight. They were nearly upon the Tullar ruins.
“Does everyone know their part?” Nero asked as he came to a halt.
The group slowed to a stop and watched as the shadowmancer turned to them.
Dulla stepped forward, walking closer to the shadowmancer and looking up with crimson irises, “I do.”
Nero looked to her and smiled. The dark elf took one step closer, inches from him. Tilting her head up, she kissed him deeply. The troll returned the kiss. The air was still as they broke their kiss. The dark elf looked to him shyly before turning and walking off, deeper into the woods.
Nero looked to Drubella. The dragon kin stood in a sheer top, the clasped fabric over one shoulder. Her flat stomach was bare and at her hips was a deep red skirt that was cut diagonal across sensual thighs. The dragon kin stepped closer, a black collar around her neck. Nero raided Treyana’s toy cabinet for a collar that would look like the one he destroyed. The collection was impressive but a black metal one was closest one he could fine. It didn’t have any runes on it but the player hoped Lord Blight and his crew wouldn’t notice too much.
“Are you comfortable with your part? You’ll be in the thick of it when it all goes south.”
Drubella nodded, “I understand the risks.”
“Remember, once it begins, fall back. Luci will assist in your defense until you’re safe.”
The dragon kin stepped aside with a small smile as Luci stepped closer. The troll took her hands into his, kissed the back of her hands and gazed into her eyes.
“You’re my defense support. Do you have enough throwing daggers?”
“I have hundreds. My dimensional pockets are full and half of them have varied magical attacks and poisons. I will be sure to keep them at bay,” Luci smirked.
“I know you will,” Nero smiled. “You have all the potions. Keep everyone’s HP’s up and we may make it through this.”
Luci stepped back.
Rikk let out an annoyed sigh, “You don’t have to reiterate with me. The plan is medium grade at best. I would abandon you to your digital demise if I hadn’t sworn to travel and protect you.”
“You’re faith is overwhelming,” Nero grinned.
Rikk’s brow hardened, “Fuck this! Let’s start the show.”
The mage stabbed his staff into the ground and whispered arcane words. Eyes turning white, the mage said the final words to the incantation and thunder cracked in the far distance.
“There, you have your added bonuses to a level playing field. The robe
your wearing should lessen the weather effects since the weather is magical in nature,” Rikk said with a hard edge.
The troll nodded. Nero turned and began walking, the group following behind. The trees began to part as the ruins took up most the view beyond. The troll slowed his pace so he could walk alongside Rikk. The mage stared forward, chin out and a gloom in his eyes.
“Before we get into it, I’m curious, what’s so great about the Star Fall Staff?” Nero asked.
Rikk let out an annoyed sigh, “It’s a unique item in Lukken, one of a kind. The staff can call down a meteor storm, depending on how much mana you charge it with. It has been hidden since day one of Lewd Saga and no one has found it. Nyras has a clue and I’m not going to fuck up my chance to find it.”
“How big of a meteor storm can you call down?”
Rikk’s annoyed face twisted into an evil smile, “Let’s just say, the kingdom of Rork would be a smoking crater if I had the staff.”
“That sounds too powerful,” Nero smirked.
“It is,” Rikk smiled.
The shadowmancer and troll cleared the forest to a wide grassy field, white crumbling ruins in the distance. Blue filled the sky but at the edges of the magnificent day, dark clouds rolled in, lightning flashing in the distance. Nero looked to those dark skies and knew his equalizer, among several, were coming.
The party walked in the sunlight, crossing the green, grassy field. Nero mentally called up his stats.
Nero Synn
Shadowmancer Troll
Hit Points(HP)- 274/274
Armor- 22
Dark Mana Pool(DM)- 255/255
Strength- 25 (+5)
Intelligence- 24 (+4)
Wisdom- 30 (+8)
Dexterity- 28 (+7)
Stamina- 24 (+4)
Charisma- 40 (+10)
Abilities
Whisper to the Dead- 22
Soul Drink- 22
Sense the Dead- 18
Troll Regeneration- 14 (Passive ability)
Skills
Sneak- 27
Spells
Raise Pale Skeleton- 5 DM
Raise Bloody Bones- 12 DM
Summon Wraith- 25 DM
Summon Banshee- 40 DM
Summon Ghost- 45 DM
Soul Drain- No cost
Equipment
Scepter of Shadow Weaving-7 to 22 (Shadow Weaving Ability)
Short Sword of Decay- 8 to 26 damage (Slow healing)
Soul Bleeder Dagger- 5 to 16 damage (48 hour lockout)
Robe of Abyssal Conjuration- Spells at half cost. Take half magic damage.
Dragon Skull Headdress- +100 Dark Mana Pool
Enchanted Leather Armor- +5 Armor
Ring of Shadows- +10 Sneak
The shadowmancer checked everything over and then called up the Encounter Level. The field was blank as they had not reached the ruins yet or seen their enemies. Once they were in range, he would have an idea on what he was dealing with. Keeping the Encounter Level field in the corner of his vision, he stepped along with confidence that his plan would have a chance.
The ruins grew closer with each step. When the four companions were within about a hundred feet of the Tullar ruins, figures appeared from around decayed corners and cracked pillars. Nero stopped, as did his companions.
The troll surveyed the figures before him. Twelve players stood fully armored. Eleven of them wore the same, faceless helmet except for Jasper. The rogue was smiling and quite content to be unmasked. Nero could see six knights, two paladins, two clerics and two rogues, including Jasper, standing apart from one another. They formed a crooked semi circle as they gazed down indifferently to the troll and his fellow assassins.
In the middle, Lord Blight stepped forward with sword sheathed and arms spread, “Welcome victorious killers!”
“Save it, Terence! The contract is complete,” Nero shouted with contempt.
Lord Blight let his arms drop to his sides, “No time for theatrics? Where’s your sense of occasion? Never mind, I see you have Drubella. News has already begun to circulate that the princess is dead. It would appear you have completed your contract, no worse for wear.”
Lord Blight turned his attention to Rikk and Luci standing on either side of the shadowmancer, “I see you three teamed up. Not completely unexpected since everyone knew Treyana was a handful but Rikk Saint, I never pegged you for a team player.”
“Nero and Luci helped in their small way,” Rikk said indifferently.
The blue sky began to dim as dark clouds rolled in. Nero checked the Encounter Level and “Difficult” blinked. The player knew that Lord Blight’s people were geared to the gills and ready for a fight and seeing them now, only indicated that his party would stand little chance against their might, even with Rikk on their side.
Lord Blight returned his gaze to Nero, “I see you have some new gear. Impressive, maybe I can get a closer look?”
Nero clenched his jaw, “Stop with this bullshit! Complete the contract and I’ll hand over Drubella, as agreed upon.”
Terence nodded, “Fine. You really suck the fun out of everything. Since I’m an honorable knight, I will transfer the funds, split three ways. I suggest you don’t take the money and run. I’m sure my fellow guildies here will be able to take you down pretty quickly.”
Nero watched as a 2D screen appeared before Lord Blight. The player tapped at the screen a few times, making sure everything was in order. The shadowmancer drank in Lord Blight and the five other knights, knowing full well when things begin to happen, they are going to call in every concubine in their arsenal to fight. The average knight can have fifteen to thirty concubines. Averaging it out, Nero figured the enemy players could call in over a hundred concubines to fight for them. Nero’s thoughts flowed to Dulla and he hoped her power was as strong as she said it was.
An alert popped up in Nero’s vision, a third of the amount transferred to his account, minus the 150 he was paid up front. It only came out to $183.00 but it was never about the money. Nero figured he could go to dinner with his dad once this event was all over.
Clouds closed in, blotting out the sun. Another rumble of thunder filled the area. Some of the masked players looked up as the sky grew threatening. Nero watched the Encounter level stay at difficult.
Lord Blight swiped the 2D screen away and held out a hand. A large pouch appeared in his palm. Nero’s eyes bulged as the knight reared his arm back and gave it a mighty throw. The pouch soared through the air. A furry hand reached up and caught it, bringing it down to her chest.
Nero turned to Luci as she looked to the large pouch in her hand, a hunger growing in her eyes.
“Like I said, only the good stuff. You should be feeling great for a few weeks with that fairy dust. Take it with my compliments on a job well done,” Lord Blight bellowed.
Nero didn’t factor in Luci’s reward. He needed her clear headed if his plan was going to work. Dark eyes gazed on the kitmori as she shifted the heavy pouch in her hand, claws clutching at it.
“Now, send over Drubella,” Blight commanded.
Nero turned his attention to the dragon kin. Drubella’s face was a blank mask as she began to walk forward. Rikk looked on as Drubella passed him. Nero gave her a wink but the dragon kin showed no emotion as she walked past him and across the green field. Clouds swirled as a lightning bolt arced across the sky.
Nero kept his gaze on the Drubella as she approached the ruins. Lord Blight eyed her as she moved to face him. The dragon kin knelt down on one knee, bowing her serpent head and dark hair before him in submission.
“Now for the final part of the contract, show yourselves so we can end this!” Nero shouted.
Nero tilted his head up, a leer forming under his mask, “You really are an idiot, aren’t you, Nathan.”
***
Dulla watched from her spot among the dense trees. Dark hands clutched at greater soul shards as she held them up above her. The last bit of blue sky was blocked by writhing c
louds. The dark elf whispered her spells, calling on every point of dark power she could muster. Lightning flashed and she babbled on the incantations, ready to unleash her power. When she reached right before the last arcane word, she stopped, waiting for the signal.
A long moment passed before a rain drop touched her forehead, followed by another. The heavens opened up and water came down, a trickle at first but soon into a deluge.
The dark elf necromancer smiled as she thought of Nero, her purpose and hope once again in her heart. Soul shards in the air, they pulsed with power.
“NNNNEEECCCRRROOOOMMMAAAAAAA!” Dulla shouted, unleashing all of her power.
Lightning blasted down, splitting several trees around her as dark power surged. The soul shards flew into the air and Dulla laughed maniacally. Slender hands dipped into her soul shard pouches and she continued to screech arcane words as rain poured down. She flung soul shards over and over, a madness taking hold as she could no longer stop herself. The dark goddesses and gods smiled on her as she called on their dark power to fuel every bit of her strength into the spell.
Faint memories slipped across her mind as she remembered she had performed this spell once before. She needed to see a love that had denied her. He was trapped in a dragon castle and he sent her a letter to be saved. She came to his rescue, calling on the dead to assist. When it was over, the rogue denied her again. The pain of being lost knew no end until she followed Nyras’s song. Now she was follower of the Death Lover and she would not disappoint him. Hope springing again, she found her purpose and she would not be stopped!
Arcane circles began to appear at her feet, spreading out in all directions as far as she could see. The dead rose up, hungry and waiting for a command from the beautiful necromancer who summoned them.
Dulla’s arms fell to her sides and her head slumped forward, eyes burning with dark power.
“Destroy all our enemies and protect the High Priest of Nyras, I command it!” Dulla hissed.
The dead continued to rise as the first wave turned and began their march, the necromancer’s words blazed in their undead minds.