The Tale about the Laughter of Azbezil
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Adult ++
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Chapter 7 The Princess and the Dwarf
This is a story about explicit sex and other adult only things. If you are underage or offended by such material you should stop reading now. The story, setting and characters has been developed by the author and all rights are reserved.
The tale about the Laughter Of Azbezil
Chapter 7
The Princess and the Dwarf
* * *
The storyteller smiled as he entered the crowded room. As he walked towards his chair in the center of the room he nodded towards the usual listeners.
"I have been waiting the whole day for you continue the tale but there is one thing I didn't get last time. That sound from the hunting horn at the end sounds strange to me. Surely only the king himself is allowed to hunt in the forest close to castle so who used a horn there?" a young man asked.
"Perhaps I was a bit unclear. You are in any case right about that lad. Do you recall that Katin Apinon didn't react on the sound of the horn? The truth is that Katin didn't hear the horn at all. Some later evening you will learn what kind of horn Talinda heard but I can't tell you now without revealing what will happen," the storyteller replied and after a nod from the man he continued forward. After that he sat down the sound of people talking fast died away.
* * *
Princess Ezame was standing by her window looking out. Far down on the ground she could see groups of nobles and followers departing. Most groups splitted into two halfs shortly after leaving the castle. The larger part that traveled with the noble, went more slowly while swift riders departed to rally the men. The kingdom was large and it would take months before all soldiers sent from the nobles reached the border but it was still a matter of time until the war would start up again.
It was not first time that Ezame had seen Azbezil try to assemble enough men to invade the elves but it felt more serious this time. She could still not figure out what the meaning of the councils descission a few days ago meant but Azbezil seemed too pleased for it to be unimportant.
She listened carefully and could hear the whistling of her bodyguard Glarin outside the door. The dwarf waited there as he did night and day and it gave her a sense of security that she was not used to.
"Glarin, enter please," Ezame called out and a few seconds later the door opened and Glarin came inside. Like often he didn't speak and just waited silent for her to do the talking. His clothes was in perfect order even after sleeping on the floor outside her door but this didn't change the impression that he really should be out hunting dangerous beasts.
"I don't get why Azbezil assembled the council. If he had been unlucky the council could have failed to support him. That would have been true disaster for his public image," Ezame said.
"Why do you think that I should know anything?" Glarin asked.
"Who else can I ask, but I do honestly think you saw more than I did. I was too busy being afraid for what Lombadiel, the demon who plays the role of being my husband, would do to me if I failed to help them so I barely dared to look at the nobles," Ezame said.
"The key are the elves, the king fears them greatly. He can't ignore the legendary magics of their sacred land," Glarin answered.
"What do you mean is so special with their magic?" Ezame asked puzzled.
"It is like asking if armor made by dwarfs are better than what the human militia wear," Glarin said but just one look at Ezame told him that she had no clue to what he was speaking about.
"You do know that what common people just call magic in fact belongs to one of the three magic realms?" Glarin asked.
"Are you saying that there exist three different kinds of magic?" Ezame asked.
"Your question do indeed hit exactly on the mark. The three realms essence, channeling and mentalism all do magic but there are subtle differences between them. The essence realm that I use, draws power from the ground," Glarin told.
"I think Azbezil has spoken about drawing power from the essence realm," Ezame commented.
"Yes, the magician needs good contact with elemental effects and thus belong to this realm. In general essence style magic makes it easy to affect the envrionment but it can't make subtle manipulations on living beings," Glarin said.
"So one of the other realms do handle that kind of magic?" Ezame asked.
"In fact both do that but in different ways. The channeling realm draw power from gods and spirits. These beings have close to unlimited power so the task is to learn to transmit this power safely. It is magic that easly can heal or attack the undead. When used following the intentions of the god transmitting the magic these spells can be very potent. Clerics and paladins are typical examples of this realm but rangers and other nature focused spellusers also belong here," Glarin told.
"The last realm, was it mentalism, must thus focus on the mind of the target?" Ezame asked
"Yes, the mentalism realm draws power from the mind of the user and give good opportunuty to affect other minds. Typical examples from this realm are the mentalist and the seer," Glarin replied.
"I still don't get it. What realm do the elven magic belong to?" Ezame asked.
"It will soon start to make sense. All these realms got strong and weak aspects. The same spell can exist in all realms but the power and needed skill to create the effect variates. There exist spellusers who increase their flexibillity by combining two realms but the powers they can control ends up less than the parts. The reason to that it is possible to combine power from the different realms are that the magic itself is the same, it is only how the user imagine the power that matters," Glarin told.
"It is the same like water can either be froozen or liquid," Ezame commented.
"The magics of the elven lands are so powerful since it is older than this split of magic. In the begining the users did just tap right into the magic itself. Today this realm is called the arcane realm but by then there were no name since it was the only known way to access the magic. As you perhaps know the elves , dwarfs and other elemental races are associated with the four elements. In fact these elements are of arcane nature so it was natural that our ancestors tried to use that kind of magic," Glarin said.
"So the arcane magic is more dangerous?" Ezame asked.
"Yes, it is hard to understand the level of danger inherit in this kind of magic. On single mistake can desintigrate the spellcaster instantly, if really unlucky the city around the spelluser could be turned to ash. In the modern way of using magic these kind of things can never happen. The strengh of the arcane magic compared to the modern realms are that it needs to be dispelled simultaneous by all three realms if the spell should be stoped," Glarin replied.
"I see, do all elves know arcane magic?" Ezame asked.
"Not at all. It was the high elves that were the experts but even among them very few got the gift. Now when the high elves are gone I would be surprised if we can find more than a handful that can do anything useful. Still magic can never be destoyed so the elven lands must hold incredble powerful magic hidden in it. Azbezil seems to want to get control over that magic," Glarin replied.
* * *
Helian came walking down the trail on the way to cottage of the royal family. Behind her a silent Larion followed, like often she seemed to think about their relationship but Helian ignored her for the moment. She felt a jolt of joy as she saw the small cottage. It was a weird experience to know that Enbon and Larion had carried her away from the cottage only weeks before but that she in fact had spent close to eigthyfive years elsewhere. Her years of study in the possible future where the timejump left her had prepared her that she would return to moment she left but to actaully see that no time has passed was different than reading about it. Outside the cottage Darion sat in the sun resting as Duwlon was busy working with something on ground in front of him. Helian walked forward with unsure steps, would her father like the others fail to recognize her.
"Watch this!" Duwlon called out and went to pick up a very long stick that lay waiting, On the ground a small coffer was standing waiting. Carefully Duwlon hit the coffer with the stick. Unsure what was happening Helian walked closer. Suddenly there was a loud click from the coffer and eight blades came flying out from it. Duwlon's stick was cut into small parts as Helian and Davrion screamed in surprise. Davrion and Duwlon looked up and saw Helian standing there. Her earlier worries ended fast when she saw the smile that filled Davrion's face as he saw her. Without hesitating Helian ran forward and hurled herself into Davrion's welcoming hug.
"I see that Enbon missed some of the more important details when he told me that you had been cured. I could not understand why Larion would pick you with her on some mission," Davrion mumbled crying in relief over to see his daughter.
"Father you can not believe how good it feels to be back. Unfortunely I got bad news, the lake of three flames brought me to the future and it does look bad," Helian said.
"Of course, the circle and the three flames are not symbolic at all but rather the insignia of the cult of three flames. I thought that we got rid of that cult hundred of years ago," Davrion said with a worried voice as he studied Helian.
"The cult is extinct now but I have been charged with rebuilding it," Helian replied.
"What kind of evil sorcery is this? Why would a princess of the realm help that wicked cult to return? My child don't you know about the struggle our ancestors has had with the cult?" Davrion asked.
"I don't care about old struggles, I must do this. Don't you get it father. The cult's love magic can counter the evil magics of Azbezil but if the cult reform after the final battle with Azbezil there will only be ruins and a small fraction of the people left," Helian said.
"Was is it you have seen in the future?" Davrion asked.
"None who I spoke to knew any details but a demon horde will be released and it destroys everything. The information Larion and I have assembled about the artifact Magul indicates that the rumors I heard about Azbezil using Magul may be true," Helian replied.
"I have heard rumors about Magul, the clues for the location of it's hiding place were sealed away by the magics of the great council of the realm. As a child Azbezil could not hear enough about that tale," Davrion mumbled as his face filled with worry.
"If Azbezil knows about the Magul it only means that it is more vital that I rebuild the cult," Helian insisted.
"Do you know about how many innocent people the cult members has forced to join the cult? Have you heard about the six wars with other nations that cult provoked, wars that the kings and queens of Entaro must fight because the cult only minded their own greater goals," Davrion asked.
"Forget about the past. Our side needs the powers that the cult can grant us," Helian answered with a stubborn voice.
"The past is the key to good government of the realm, I forbid that you take any action that brings the cult back," Davrion said with a raised voice.
The same expression could be found in both their faces as they stared at each other. The tense situation continued until it was broken when the door to the cottage opened. Helian turned and saw Pymaria and the rest of the children come walking and she forgot the argument and ran to meet the rest of her family. Davrion's eyes followed her filled with worry.
* * *
"Has anyone wondered if Helian could be truely mistaken?" a woman in the audience asked.
"What do you mean?" a man sitting close asked.
"Helian thinks the battle against Azbezil in the possible future was lost since the cult of three flames could not help. Since the cult was not being rebuilt till after the final battle they could not have been involved. Still this is just what she believes. It could happen that the cult was reconstructed before the final battle but doesn't want to recognize that they were responsible for the loss. In fact the reason they rebuild the land could be because of guilt about what happened," the woman replied.
"Why would they want to keep this from Helian?" the man asked.
"Since they want her to rebuild the cult of course," the woman answered. When it was silent again the storyteller continued.
* * *
Lord Arlin rode out of his castle with a small group of soldiers. The cold night air bit into his limbs since he had not had time to fetch his cloak. Still this discomfort must be compared with the urgency of the news that arrived. The Lord had alone relaxed in his study when one of the servants told him that some of the houses in his village was burning. None of the villagers would require that the Lord himself came to investigate but Lord Arlin took pride in being a friend of his people and would not go to sleep without knowing what house was burning. As he came closer to village he could see that it was Inn that was burning. This filled Lord Arlin's heart with worry since it was there he had hidden his precious daughter Trioni Arlin.
As he came closer a man rode out to meet him. The world seemed to be froozen as the the knight on a huge black horse came closer. On his left arm the knight had a shield with the sign of the Entaro family but Lord Arlin's gaze was on what he had in his other hand. It took serious willpower for the Lord to sit still as the rider raised his right arm. In his strong grip Lord Arlin's beloved daughter Trioni was hanging. She was unconscious but she didn't seem to be seriously injured. The strain from holding the girl in his extended hand should have been terrible but the knight didn't seem to mind. Obviously it must Zelak himself, none other had such strength.
"Looks like you found my lost daughter," Lord Arlin said.
"She was hidden in the very village of Arlin," Zelak said with a dangerous tone in his voice.
"It explains why we never found her. My men had searched for many days travel in all directions. The only place we have not examined is the village itself. Who would think that villagers would hide her from us?" Lord Arlin answered, carefully judging his words.
"Is it true that you have nothing to do with this?" Zelak asked.
"Don't insult me. Why would I work against my daughter having the honor of sharing your bed?" Lord Arlin answered, thankful that darkness hid his tears.
"Without doubt she has spent the time whoring with the visitors of the Inn. She is spoiled but king Azbezil is merciful and perhaps I can find her a place at the royal castle," Zelak said.
"Do as your please. That tramp is not any daughter of mine after she ran away," Lord Arlin called out and continued forward to the village. The Inn was burned down and the his old friend the Innkeeper Abend lay slain at the ground in front of the Inn. Zelak had followed closely and spoke.
"The Innkeeper said that you had not anything to do with it before I killed him but I wanted to hear it from your own mouth. You will be busy with getting the men that should be sent to the border so I'll take care of your traitorous daughter."
Zelak placed Trioni's unconscious body over the sadle and rode out of the village. When he had left Lord Arlin descended from the horse and knelt at the side of Abend's body. One by one the villagers arrived to show their sorrow. More than a few glared hatefully at Lord Arlin that still was kneeling on the ground but villagers that knew the Lord better took them aside to explain what has happend.
"Does anyone know a seer. It is very urgent," Lord Arlin asked as he stood up.
* * *
Enbon walked down the road at Duwon's side. Davrion had instructed him to guard Duwlon but Enbon got a feeling that the real point was that he should carry whatever Duwlon wanted to buy. Suddenly Enbon felt like somebody was looking at him and he pulled his scimitars. The twin scimitars came free and were instantly covered in white light. From the blades a weak voice was heard.
"Bold warrior who carry the family weapons of the house Arlin, we don't know if you can hear this. The Lord sends out this message with the hope that you can do what he can't. Prince Zelak has found Trioni and taken her to royal castle. If there is anything you can do to save her, please try it," the voice pleaded and then the glowing light died away. Enbon turned and started running back along the road.
"Where are you going?" Duwlon called out since he had not heard the voice but Enbon didn't listen. Duwlon hesitated for a while and then continued forward.
* * *
"Please don't hurt me," Trioi pleaded as she sat in the corner of her cell. Zelak stood looking at her with a sinister smile on his face. He didn't have his armor on but didn't seem more vurnable because of that. When he pointed towards the door Trioni obeyed without questioing. There were no guards waiting outside but Trioni dismissed the idea to try run directly.
"He is strong enough to use his bare hands to tear me apart," Trioni thought as she both tried to see what they are going and keep a watching eye towards Zelak that was following her. The corridor seemed to belong to a very ancient dungeon but it was hard to say for sure since it was sparingly lit. After a few turns they came to a large metal door and entered. The room inside was completely empty except from a large set of chains hanging in the middle of the room.
"Take of your clothes," Zelak ordered.
Trioni hesitated for a second but jumped into action when Zelak raised his hand. At their first meeting Zelak had entered her room and ripped her clothes before he raped her but it felt much worse this time since she had to do the stripping herself. With a red face she pulled off her dress and starting untie her bodice. Finally she had only her panties left. The coldness of the dungeon bit hard into her body. She needed just one look at Zelak to conclude that she needed to take off her panties too.
Trioni cowered trembling in front of the tall Zelak. She could not help but scream in fear when he suddenly griped her hands that she had tried to cover herself with. Without effort he forced her arms aside and stared at her pale body with lust in his eyes.
Zelak delivered an evil smile as he pulled Trioni towards the chains in the middle of the room. As Trioni noticed the manacles that belonged to the chains she did try to break free but Zelak was much too strong. Trioni cried as the manacles clamped shut around her wrists, neck and hips. A few seconds later Zelak tightned the chains and Trioni found herself hanging horizontally in the air. Her arms and legs were spread out, leaving her body completly defenceless. Zelak's raised his hand and hit Trioni's exposed ass hard, She yelped in pain and surprise.
"Why are you doing this to me? I can't help that I don't feel anything for you, you could at least have tried to do some proper courting," Trioni said.
"You think that I ever wanted anything other than your body. Give me one reason I shouldn't do this," Zelak said with a mocking tone in his voice.
"It hurts when you hit me, why should you want to hurt me?" Trioni pleaded.
"It is fun to hear you scream," Zelak answered and cruely pinched Trioni's left nipple with all his might. Trioni cried in pain and was relieveded when Zelak stopped some moments later. A small man carrying a sack had entered.
"At your service my Prince," the man said as he started to empty his sack..Trioni tried to twist to see what he was doing but the chains wouldn't allow her. She thought that she heard the sound of vials placed on the floor but she lost all thoughts of this when she felt how Zelak's fingers started groping her.
* * *
Cymari walked along the crowded street with some haste. Her assignment to check how much connection there was between the church and Azbezil had gone smoothly and now she wanted to get back to the cottage. Her investigation of the church had told her that Azbezil only had left shallow remains. Almost none visited the temples anymore and the priests with strong magical ability had been framed and put to death. Even to find a priest with actual magical ability was a deed. All this was very bad news since Davrion had been hoping that they could find a strong ally in the church.
Cymari suddenly slowed her steps when she saw a group of soldiers some distance down the street. The soldiers were putting up posters on every building and Cymari walked past them and then looked closer on the posters. There were two kinds. The largest of them was a recruiting poster for the army. The hateful claims that the elf realm would fall in few months time worried the black haired ranger. Still it was the second poster that really made her afraid. In cold word it described that the country had been infiltrated by elves who by magic made themselves look like the royal family.
"A really clever way to turn the people against us," Cymari thought.
Cymari felt an urge to rip all the posters down but just one look convinced her that is was futile. They could be found on every house and the soldiers had a chart full of them.
"This is just one street. Azbezil must be making thousands of them, how should we have a chance to counter propagande massive as this one," she thought. When the raven haired ranger turned towards the soldiers her gaze fell on their commander and she felt her heart beat one extra time.
The commander of the group was sitting on a large white horse and Cymari just stared at him amazed. He was of medium build and not very muscular but still carried an image of real strength with him. His blond hair and saphrine blue eyes mixed perfectly with his tanned skin. Cymari's pulse started to race as she looked at the man. Never before had she seen such a handsome man.
"He is a soldier working for Azbezil, he is an enemy," Cymari thought trying to clear her head. Still this knowledge did little to lessen what she felt. She had been interested in some of the elven rangers that trained her but the age difference had always kept her back. This was actually the first time she really was in love.
"I must let him see me so that I can tell if he is interested in me too, if I keep some distance I will have time to disappear in the crowd," Cymari thought and started to walk closer.
Unfortunely the street was crowed and she had only come half the distance when the man turned his horse and rode away. He could not ride at full speed because of the crowd but Cymari understood she had no chance to reach him without alerting everybody by running. As she walked away she ripped down two of the posters. Davrion would without doubt want to see them. She was back thinking on her worries about the dangers they faced but she could still not shake away the image of the commander when he turned on his horse.
* * *
"Were those scrolls made by the scribes that Azbezil recruited?" a man asked.
The storyteller nodded and used the delay to drink his ale.
"Who was this man that Cymari did fall in love with?" the man in the black robe asked.
"Since Cymari doesn't know yet I will not answer at this time but the tale includes an end to that story also," the storyteller said.
"Enough of this talk, can't we get to hear what Zelak and that small man did to Trioni in dungeon," a woman asked.
* * *
Trioni trembled with fear. It felt like she had been hanging there for an eternity. Finally the man was finished with the unknown preparations and Trioni could hear him come over and sit at the floor at her left side. She started to turn her head to see him but was stopped when Zelak cruely prevented this by pulling her hair hard.
"Ahhhhhi, that hurts," Trioni cried out but only got a laugh back from her tormentors.
"Guess, what we will do to you," Zelak whispered as he again slapped her ass.
"Is this some kind of revenge for me running away?" Trioni wondered but she could still not get what they intended to do to her.
"You now that you are dead if any of that stuff touches me. Take her tits and groin last so that I can have a little fun while you work," Zelak said.
"I follow you command," the man mumbled.
A moment later Trioni felt something wet touch her belly.
"Are they painting on my body?" Trioni wondered. After a while the skin that had been painted started itch.
"What did you put on me?" she asked.
"A simple mixture of harpy blood and demon blood," the man answered in a buissneslike voice.
Trioni didn't really listen since the itch had turned into a burning sensation that was only increasing. She started screaming but the pain only kept increasing. Desperatly she tried to move but the chains kept her body spread-eagled without any hope of moving. As the pain finally faded away she felt Zelak's fingers gently playing with her nipples.
"Get your dirty hands of me," she mumbled but understood that Zelak would ignore her plea.
Her pain had focused her conscious and to her shame she felt her nipples starting to get hard. She could not help that she was much too aware about his caress to ignore it. Again she felt wet paint applied to her body and this time she screamed in fear when the itching started. I felt like hours when waves of pain washed over her but this time when it lessend she noticed that Zelak had resumed to abuse her breasts and nipples.
After that the third mark was painted on her body Zelak got up and moved behind her. As the itching started she felt Zelak's fingers force their way into her defenceless cunt.
"Do you think a little sexual stimulation could make you forget the pain of the markings? I could do it if you begged me," Zelak said.
Trioni kept her lips sealed in stubborn resistance but his fingers soon stopped moving as the pain kept increasing. When the pain lessend the evil prince started to stimulate her again. To her horror Trioni felt that her body had really started to respond. His earlier fondling of her breasts had done a little but now she was really starting to get moist.
"It is indeed similar symbols," the storyteller answered.
"When will Enbon arrive to do his attemt to save her?" a woman asked.
"When I am allowed to continue the story," the storyteller answered with a dry tone in his voice. The woman nodded and the storyteller started talking.
* * *
"Why don't they put a map on the wall, it is nightmare to find your way in this castle. I wonder if I have been in this corridor before?" Enbon thought as he stalked through the darkness. It had been a simple matter to swim the moat of the castle and scale the wall but to find where Zelak had taken Trioni was much harder. Enbon walked around the corner and for the first time since he had arrived to castle he saw a person. To be more exact it was a very short person with a long black beard. He lay sleeping in front of a large door.
"Must be one of the dwarfs the Fenlyw spoke about," Enbon thought as silently tried to sneak past the dwarf. He was completly silent but the dwarf still woke up and fast got up standing.
"Aren't you a bit lost now? Walk away from these rooms now or I teach you not to mess with Glarin," Glarin said as he pulled up his warhammer.
"I don't want to hurt you. Move aside and I will let you go without harm," Enbon answered with a smile. He was mentally comparing the dwarf's range with his own and it looked good. The warhammer was a heavy weapon but the dwarf's size made the possible range very limited.
"You intend to hurt me, that was a new one. Do you got an army with you that can do the deed?" Glaring warned as he cast an angry glare at Enbon.
"Your warhammer got short range compared to my scimitars. I will just cut you down," Enbon replied and walked forward. He got a growl back from Glarin.
"Strike my eagle," Glarin called out and Enbon jumped back as the dwarf threw his warhammer. Enbon saw the dwarf's movement but the warhammer still came too fast for him avoid it. It hit him solid and he doubled over in pain. Still the agony was fast gone and Enbon jumped up standing. Enbon pulled his scimitars intent on a fast kill but when he started running forward he discovered that the warhammer had returned to Glarin's hand.
"Strike my eagle," Glarin called out again but this time Enbon was prepared and managed to deflect the hammerhead. Unfortunately the impact was so hard that he was forced to drop his left scimitar. Enbon added more speed to reach Glarin before he got the warhammer back but he was still a few steps away when the weapon teleported back to dwarfs hand.
"Ten strikes my eagle," Glarin called out and Enbon raised his scmimitar in the last second. By retreating he managed to counter the first three strikes but the speed of the flying weapon only increased for every parry he did. Enbon stumbled backwards from the many minor impacts and crashed into a statue. The last he saw before he lost conscious was the warhammer come flying towards his face.
"The most loudmouthed people are always in the need of a lesson," Glarin mumbled as he fetched Enbon's scimitars.
"Hold, I will not allow that you hurt him," Ezame called out when she opened the doors and saw the scene.
"I am to protect you from all harm, this loudmouthed fighter is without doubt an enemy to king Azbezil," Glarin answered. Ezame hesitated for some moments but then spoke.
"That doesn't mean that he is an enemy to me, put him on the bed inside my room," Ezame ordered and was glad when Glarin obeyed without complaining. Enbon's slim body was no problem for Glarin to carry and soon he rested on the bed. A few minutes later Enbon came back to conscious and looked up to see Ezame standing beside the bed.
"My appologies for the attack from my bodyguard. I am princess Ezame. If I am correct you are my half-brother. Can you tell me the name of yourself and the others?" Ezame asked.
Enbon presented himself and started talking about the family but kept changing subject all the time and Ezame got to ask a lot of times what he meant.
"Very touching reunion between you two but shouldn't you rather speak about why he is in your room," Glarin said interupting the discussion.
Enbon noticed the dwarf standing by the door and his hands went searching for his scimitars. Unfortunely they were on the floor in front of the dwarf.
"You get your weapons back when you leave. What are you doing here in the castle?" Ezame asked.
"My girlfriend, the young Lady Trioni Arlin, has been kidnapped. Zelak has hidden her in this castle but I don't know where," Enbon replied. Glarin sighed and Enbon gave him a cold stare but Glarin didn't seem impressed.
"You indeed commited to difficult problem if you want to save your girl. The prisoner that was taken from the dungeon a week ago has made Azbezil drop his fascade. The dungeon is filled with soldiers all the time. Azbezil has put some prisoners there to cover up but I know that he and my cursed sons have been doing secret things there for years. The soldiers are in truth protecting the secret entrance. Your poor girlfriend is most likely behind those guards inside the hidden part of the dungeon," Ezame told him.
Enbon sat silent and thought about what he had heard.
"Glarin, I want you to assist Enbon when he rescues his girlfriend," Ezame said with an commanding voice.
"I am supposed to protect you," Glarin replied as he kicked the scimitars towards Enbon's direction.
"I know, that is why I will follow. It is your choice if you wait and come to my rescue later or help this young man from the beginning," Ezame said.
"Sounds like we got a job to do," Glarin commented and started walking towards the door. Both Ezame and Enbon looked at Glarin in surprise.
"If my princess commands I obey," Glarin said as he opened the door and checked that the corridor was empty.
* * *
"You are the professionals, so what do we do?" Ezame asked as they hid at the entrance of the dungeon. From their position they could hear the soldiers speaking but there were no way to tell how many that waited them.
"What do you mean, we just enter and cut them down," Enbon said, flexing his muscles.
"You aren't that bright, are you? Princess Ezame means how we avoid that they call for backups," Glarin replied. Ezame nodded and gave Glarin a warm smile.
"I suppose you are right, it will be harder if new soldiers keep arriving," Enbon admitted as he thought hard about the problem.
"Enbon, you understand that we can't let any of them escape, every last one of them must be killed without any mercy or else they will turn me and Ezame in. I can use Flying Eagle to silence all sounds but that will prevent us from speaking too so we better be finished planning before we begin," Glarin said.
Ezame's memory was excellent and she told them the layout of the dungeon and the location of the secret door to the lower dungeons.
"I have never been down there but Azbezil could not stop himself from telling me about it after one time when he...," Ezame said but the sound of her voice died as a flicker of pain could be seen in her eyes. Enbon looked puzzled at her as she seemed to lean on Glarin's supporting arm. The moment later Ezame pulled herself together and fast moved away from Glarin. Ezame looked towards Glarin with an unsure look in her face but Glarin's face was completly emotionless.
"Let's make war on these soldiers serving that monster Azbezil," Ezame said and got supporting nods back. They walked around the corner and faced more than forty soldiers standing guard.
"What have I dragged us into," Ezame thought but neither Enbon or Glarin hesitated at all.
It felt unreal as Enbon ran forward and charged into the first line of soldiers without a sound. The scimitars found the first target but the soldier's scream of pain was totally muted by Glarin's magic. The corridor was filled with soldiers but Enbon whirled forward without any hestitation. Ezame had to concentrate hard to actually notice when his feet touched the ground. The soldiers' movement seemed incredbly clumsy compared to the ease that Enbon dodged their attacks.
Enbon was close to last line of fighters when the it broke and ran down the corridor. They didn't come far before Glarin's warhammer closed in on them. A look of incredble concentration filled Glarin's face as he directed his Flying eagle around, it fast beat them into unconsciousness. Carefully Ezame walked forward over the slippery floor as Glarin and Enbon checked that all guards were indeed dead. She had never seen such a carnage of violence in her whole life. The number of dead bodies was not large compared to the slaughter done when Azbezil claimed the castle years back but the demons that did the fighting had left no bodies then so the situation was completly new to Ezame.
* * *
Trioni got a very bad feeling about the current situation. At first she had been glad when it was not Zelak that came to get her from the cell but now she was not so sure anymore. The soldiers had taken her to a new room and chained her to the floor. Her voice was still gone and the soldiers offered no explanations. Any movement would spread pain from her sore ankles and wrists but Trioni felt that she must knew what going on and twisted around to see the rest of the room.
At first she saw nothing interesting but suddenly her gaze focused on a crack in the floor. Strangely it was impossible to say how wide the crack was. In some strange way it both seemed only a few fingers wide but yet large enough to swallow a body.
"Why did I suddenly think of the crack swallowing a body?" Trioni wondered, alarmed. The chains held her legs spread towards the direction of the crack and this only increased her fear.
Suddenly one of the evil looking signs on her body started glowing and the terrified girl sobbed in panic as red light lit the room. One after another the signs started glowing and Trioni didn't know how to react. She tried to scream for help but her voice failed her.
* * *
"All the cells are empty," Enbon reported as he came back to study they had found. Glarin was reading the ancient books and motioned Enbon to come close.
"Ezame can keep seaching for a moment, you need to listen to me. These books include information that I think your familiy will be very interested in," Glarin said and Enbon stood waiting with a bored look on his face.
"The language is really obscure so I can't read all the text. Still some fragments are possible to read. This book includes a list of all the bloodlines of the nobles in the kingdom. Azbezil seems to have catagorized every noble out there. Most unsettling is that there are marks on the bloodlines that says sacrificed or unfinsihed. I checked your girlfriend's family and she is listed as unfinished," Glarin told as he kept opening new books to examine them.
"What are you saying?" Enbon asked confused.
"Azbezil is using woman as sacrifices. For some reason he needs to kill at least one girl from every noble family in the realm," Glarin said.
"Does that mean my Trioni was taken from the cell to be sacrificied?" Enbon asked with fear in his voice as he turned towards the door.
"The lad has got something inside his head afterall," Glarin replied as he dropped the books and followed Enbon.
* * *
Ezame discovered yet another door. It was not a cell since it didn't have a lock but Ezame opened it anyway just in case. As she looked inside the princess screamed in terror. On the floor she saw a nude woman covered in glowing red symbols. It was obviously Trioni but over her a creature of nightmare was standing.
In truth standing wasn't the right word. The creature was floating in the air as slippery tentacles extended down towards Trioni. The actual body only included a single red eye and a large mouth. Trioni's fragile frame was wrapped in tentacles. They crawled all over her and pushed themselves into the defenceless cunt, ass and mouth.
"Leave her alone," Ezame screamed and ran forward to help. The beings red eye looked at her while Trioni on the other hand was completely lost to the environment. Ezame griped tentacles and wrested them free from the Trioni's defenceless body. The tentacles didn't offer much resistance but Ezame soon realized her mistake. The loose tentacles wrapped themselves around her own arms. With a huge effort she used her legs to force the tantacles out from Trinio's defenceless cunt and ass and she felt a moment of triumph as the monster released Trioni completly.
The feeling ended soon as tentacles forced themselves on the inside of her clothes and ripped them into pieces.
"She got more to live for than I do," Ezame thought as she brazed herself for what would come. When it all started it still came unexpected. She opened her mouth to scream for help when one of the tentacles suddenly came lunging into her mouth and her scream was brutally silenced. The tentacle was not very wide compared to the others and covered in some kind of slimey substance so it slipped in without much trouble but she still tried to struggle as best she could.
Some moments later she felt a tentacle probe her pussy and squirmed in panic but there was no relief. Small tentacles gripped her hip and forced it to hold still as the larger tentacle pressed forward. The substance released by the tentacle in her mouth had started to take its toll and Ezame felt erotic feelings wash over her body. She trembled as the tentacle started to twist and thrust in and out. Suddenly the tentacles vibrated as they were covered in bright light, unfortunely the rape continued even while the tantacles twisted in anger.
Enbon rushed forward and slashed again with his scimitar. As the weapon struck it was covered in light and cut deep into the target tentacle. Unfortunely other tentacles whirled out and hit him before he could follow up his first strike and cut the tentacle of. The tentacles moved faster than eye could follow but stopped a few meters short of were Enbon was trying to clear his head. Enbon got up on his feet unsure what to do. He was furious with anger about what the monster had done with his beloved and now did to his halfsister. At the same time as the large tentacle violating Ezame increased the speed even more he could see a second tentacle that had started to force an entry in Ezame's ass.
"What the hell is that thing," Enbon called out towards Glarin that just had entered the room. He could see feelings of anger and fear play over the dwarfs face as he studied the situation.
"It is a lower entity from the demon plans. Not strong enough to makes gates itself, the body of your beloved seem to have been used to bring the creature here," Glarin answered.
"It is lightning fast but doesn't seem to be able to reach us where we stand," Enbon commented as he searched for any weak spots in the monsters defence but there weren't any.
"The rift in the corner of the room can not let demons completly through. Unfortunely the reverse isn't true. If the monster carries Ezame through the rift she will be lost," Glarin replied and pointed towards the corner of the room.
Enbon looked towards where Glarin pointed and could see dark smoke come flowing out of a crack in the floor. The crack was getting wider and the demon was allready very close.
"Lad, we must attack now before it is to late. Strike at the eye with your scimitar when you get the chance," Glarin commanded.
"How come that Enbon can defeat proffessional soldiers no matter their experiece," a man asked.
"It is valid question but you are not thinking about all the facts. Zelak profession was the Armsmaster, thus he did except from fighting learn mentalism magic, tactics and dozens of other skills. Enbon on the other hand did only focus on a fighting, he also had some of the best teachers in realm. Even elven rangers who care most about the bow will in time be very good with close combat weapons. They would not fill the requirments to be called true blademasters but their combined knowledge about close combat and Enbon's talent for it well explain how Enbon seem so unbeatable in fights against lesser enemys." the storyteller answered.
* * *
Ezame did her best to sit still as the doors to her room opened. When she saw that it was Glarin she stopped pretending and jumped up from the chair.
"Are there any news about them?" she asked with fear in her voice. If they were captured it would be sure doom for her and Glarin.
"You can put those worries aside. The crossbow soldiers followed on horses but did recently return empty handed. Horses with a rider can't ride fast for long periodes of time and your halfbrother doesn't feel exhaustion. The riders claim that he just outran them but most likely he used the elven ability to not leave any tracks. In any case I think it is safe to say that they are safe," Glarin replied.
"The first time we had sex you claimed to have locked the door. After seeing you using your warhammer tonight it's obvious to me. You did do it with the magics of your warhammer that time too. Why didn't you tell me about it?" Ezame asked. Glarin chuckled.
"The highly doubt I would be allowed to stay here if Azbezil learnt the secret of my hammer so I avoid using the powers in public. I think we can leave it with that it is remarkably that we managed to trust each other as much as we did in the begining ," Glarin answered with a smile. Ezame sat on edge of the bed with her legs spread and Glarin saw the longing in her eyes.
"Would you mind demonstrating but lock the doors first," Ezame said as she with a small twisting managed to let her bedrobe slide open. Her breasts came into view and she licked her lips seductivly.
"I have allready taken care of that," Glarin answered and started to undo his armor.
"I should have guessed you would answer that," Ezame said as stood up to drop her robe. Glarin had a lot of armor parts to drop and she thus had to prolong her stripping a lot to match the time when Glarin was finished. She twisted her hips in front of him, her left hand was inside the panties playing with her wet folds. Glarin finally pulled his tunic off and stood nude in front of her. Like normal she could not believe her eyes when she saw his huge erection.
"This is one of the times when our differences in lenght ruin the scene," Ezame commented with a playful voice as she looked down on Glarin.
"Nay, just makes what I have in mind more apporite," Glarin said as he stepped closer. With a fast movement he gripped Ezame's panties and pulled them down. Ezame moved her hand aside as Glarin bent forward to kiss her moist lips.
"What are you doing?" Ezame asked but didn't do any try to resist him when he continued his exploration. She didn't get any spoken answer from the dwarf but his actions was answer enough. His tongue probed her clit and Ezame closed her eyes in sexual ecstasy. She had already been very horny thinking about having sex with her lover and the sensations she felt now fast pushed her into even more excitment.
"Keep doing that, your beard tickles, but it only increases the sensation," Ezame mumbled.
"I would like to kill the one who decided that all dwarfs must have beards," Glarin answered before he continued his work. Ezame was now panting wildly as her fingers played over her hard nipples. Waves of fire seemed to radiate from her sex as the dwarfs talented tongue continued to drive her even more excited.
Finally she could not stand the excitement. She tried to keep silent as the core of her being vibrated but it was no use and she scremeamed in ecstasy. The sound of her voice was very strange, it sounded like she was in small closet instead of her large bedroom. As her trembling legs gave in Glarin caught her and placed her on the bed.
"Did anyone hear?" Ezame mumbled. She was still dizzy from her strong orgasm but the guilt she felt over exposing them by not being able to stay silent tormented her.
"Absolutly not. Flying Eagle is blocking all sounds from leaving this bed," Glarin said as climbed up into the bed.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Ezame moaned as she felt Glarin's fingers on her breasts. He would playfully move over her skin, stopping to comfort a single spot and then suddenly move in a complety different direction. She could not believe that her body allready had started to climb towards higher excitement. With trembling fingers she reached out and touched Glarin's hard member.
Glarin moaned as her delicate fingers closed around his stiffness. She had it inside herself more times than she could count but never before had she actually touched it with her hands. She gave Glarin yet another kiss as her fingers played with his member.
"It felt wonderfull when you licked me, shall I return the favor?" Ezame asked.
"I got something I would like to test," Glarin answered. Without any stop to his gentle carress of her he moved above her.
"Lick it as much as you like," he said and then he he gently pushed her breasts together. He let his warm member press into the cleft beween her breasts. It felt wonderful and Ezame looked down. The tip cock came sliding towards her face and without hesitating she licked it. When Glarin pressed forward the head slided into her mouth. Ezame didn't mind since she found the taste good.
She let tongue wirl around the head as she studied the reaction in Glarin's face. Finally he grunted and frooze as he realeased his load. Ezame did her best to catch it all but some came on her face and she giggled as Glarin rolled of her.
"I love your taste, my beloved. Do you think you can get it up again since I don't want to leave this encounter without feeling your size streetching my insides," Ezame said.
"Are you questioning the staminia of a dwarf?" Glarin asked and bent over to kiss her. They did share a long wet kiss.
Glarin moved down and started to lick her nipples and Ezame loved the feeling. Still her sex was throbbling with desire and she struggled with the decission if she should ask him to leave her nipples alone and focus on more important things. Suddenly she was pleasantly surprised when she felt Glarin's member pressing towards her lips. She moaned loudly as he pushed himself into her. His size could itself drive her crazy with lust but she also loved his way of fucking her. He would variate the speed of his trusts and kept her guessing about what he would do next.
Ezame squirmed as she came closer to yet another release. She felt the release come but Glarin didn't lost control and continued pushing into her. As Ezame came down from her peak she found that the vibrations in the core of her being would not end. Her muscles contracted again and again. It was not same strong feeling she felt at the very peak but the long continued feeling was wonderful. As the feeling faded away she rested exhausted. Glarin noticed this and let his control go, he grunted hard as he came hard. Ezame felt a weak minor climax rush through her beings and with a smile on her lips she fell asleep.
* * *
"This concludes this part of the story. Tomorrow the story will focus on mystical horns and what happened to the elven rangers that used to guard the cottage," the storyteller said and sent his hat out.
As he waited the storyteller thought about what is in a name. He had done this often since he realized he could remember his own name but like before these thoughts didn't give him any answeres. In some ways it didn't matter what his name was, he enjoyed being a storyteller, but his lack of memory raised the question of what memorys he had lost together with his name. That last thought was very unsettling, wasn't it a great crime to rob a man of his past. The storyteller got his hat back and exited the room deep in thoughts.
Who is who in the Laughter of Azbezil?
Pymaria
Age 48
She saved the king from certain death in the moat of the royal castle. She used to dream about becoming a singer at the opera but have settled to be the mother of Davrion's children. She and Davrion have nine children.
Davrion VII Entaro
Profession Bard
Age 78
The rightful king but removed from the throne by his brother. He is severely crippled after combat with Azbezil's demons and starting to get old. Still the magic that healed him from the brink of death has kept him in good health.
Azbezil Entaro
Profession Magician
Magic realm Essence
Age 78
The twin brother of Davrion. He claims to be king Davrion and have managed to convince the people that he changed his name due to sorrow over the dead queen. The ancient prophecy marks him as the witch king that will bring ruin and death to the kingdom.
Ezame III Entaro
Age 43
Davrion's oldest daughter that was captured by Azbezil. She is the unwilling lover of Azbezil and mother to Zelak and Madel.
Fenlyw Entaro
Profession Illusionist
Magic realm Essence
Age 30
Davrion's oldest son, skilled in the art of illusions. He is the one that is closet to Davrion in interests of the past but the rest of the family finds him unfocused and careless. His similar interests with Davrion has made him the favorite son. Davrion has selected him as the field leader in the struggle against Azbezil but the rest of the family doesn't share Davrion's faith in Fenlyw's abilities.
Enbon Entaro
Profession Fighter
Weapon Scimitars used in two-weapon combo
Special items Got two magic scimitars
Age 27
Could beat his elven instructors in the art of combat by the age of 12. Only lack of worthy opponents has slowed down his development since then. His only real interests are combat and athletic skills and he is thus not very talented in other areas. Trioni Arlin is his girlfriend.
Duwlon Entaro
Profession Sage
Age 24
Extremely intelligent and with large ambitions. The one of Davrion's children that been most irritated by being forced to stay hidden in the cottage. He had a brief romantic encounter with Tysania Agril until he understood she was a Azbezil supporter.
Cymari Entaro
Profession Ranger
Magic realm Channeling
Weapon Longbow and shortsword
Special powers Has been affected by unknown magic at the tomb of kings. The magic allows her to see spirits and magic but the spirits of the ancient elves warned her that the powers are dangerous.
Age 21
A talented ranger with a strong sense of duty. Her skill with the longbow is without comparison in the family.
Talinda Entaro
Profession Dabbler
Magic realm Essence
Weapon Falchion and shield.
Age 18
A girl who knew her line of profession from the moment that she started to crawl. Lots of practice made her a master pick pocketer even before she left home. She is also skilled in most kind of small weapons and unarmed combat. She is in love with Awril the sharpsighted. Awril is one of elven rangers that protects the family but Talinda thinks that he is dead. Talinda also got a false identity, Talinda Harper bastard daughter to Lord Harper.
Larion Entaro
Profession Cleric
Magic realm Channeling
Age 15
A girl filled with much compassion and a strong belief in her goddess. She has never visited a real temple but still got a strong grip on the art of cleric magic. The goddess she follows is the ancient elven goddess of the night. The goddess used to be worshipped by most humans and elves but very humans follow her way except by lip services. Helian has enslaved Larion but the limits of this magic control is not clear.
Junia Entaro
Special Soprano
Age 11
A girl that very much resembles Pymaria. She is interested in singing and spends most of her time either practicing or begging for lessons from Pymaria or Davrion.
Helian Entaro
Profession Houri
Magic realm Mentalism
Special Normally transmit her magic by kisses and touch but can affect victims on distance by throwing kisses.
Age 89
Was by the age of the 5 affected by the magic cum of her father. When her body could not cope with the feelings she was brought to the lake of three flames to be healed. The magics of the lake brought her to a possible future were she become a priestess of the cult that controls the powers of the lake. She helped rebuilding the kingdom but was called back to join the battle against Azbezil. She is very determined since she knows that failure means that everyone, including herself, dies in the end.
Awril Fandyllion
Profession Ranger
Magic realm Channeling
Weapon Longbow and sword
Age 464
A legendary ranger that has been working in the group that protects the cottage of the family. He and Talinda are in love but got a secret relationship. He is often called the sharp-sighted.
Tarben Agril
Profession Layman
Age 52
A very talented trader. He is a devoted follower of Azbezil and the main supplier for the army.
General Lombadiel Iglack
True name unknown
Magic realm Evil mentalism
Age unknown
General in Azbezil's army and married to princess Ezame. In truth one of Azbezil's demons in disguise.
Zelak Entaro
Weapon Two-handed sword
Age 24
The younger son of Ezame. General and famous warhero. Publicly general Lombadiel Iglack is his father but in truth it is Azbezil.
Madel Entaro
Profession Magent
Weapon Broadsword and shield
Special item: Got the cursed broadsword Eryathor.
Age 29
The older son of Ezame. General and famous warhero. Publicly general Lombadiel Iglack is his father but in truth it is Azbezil.
Trioni Arlin
Age 17
The daughter to Lord Arlin. In love with Enbon Entaro
Lord Arlin
Profession Fighter
Weapon Broadsword and shield
Age 51
One of the lords of the kingdom. Publically he supports Azbezil but does secretly have large doubts about if this is right or not.
Glarin son of Karmin
Age 182
Weapon Warhammer
Special item A warhammer named Flying eagle
One of the few remaining dwarfs. He has been hired by Azbezil to act as a bodyguard for princess Ezame.
Iffer Mandilo
Profession Thief
Weapon Shortsword
Age 30
Second in command in the thieves' guild of Shernam. Did force a blowjob from the unwilling Talinda Entaro.
Nanac Sald
Profession thief
Age 89
The leader of the thieves guild of Shernam. Originally came from lord Harper's domain but was thrown out because of suspects of thefts. Talinda Entaro belongs to her guild.
Tysania Agril
Age 22
The oldest daughter of Agril the merchant. She is in love with Duwlon Entaro but he doesn't dare to respond to her due to her fathers' strong ties to Azbezil.
Myan Agril
Age 12
The younger daughter of Agril.
The beggar
True name unknown
Age unknown
A demon employed by Azbezil. Does despise Azbezil greatly.
General Marol Dorak
True name unknown
Age unknown
Another of the demons serving Azbezil.
Waif Norl
Profession Fighter
Age 32
A soldier in Azbezil's army. Enslaved by Helian and now a soldier pledged to cult of three flames.
Magul
This artifact is called the will of the king and its origins is hidden in mystery. Once every generation it may grant one single wish. It can only be used safely by a magic trained member of the royal family. After that queen Ensalion the great used the artifact without any magic training, and almost blew up the royal castle, it has been sealed away. The location of the hiding place is unknown. Rumors from the possible future where Helian grew up says that Magul was used by Azbezil to destroy everything. The artifact opened some kind of portal to a demonplane but it is not known if this was intended or not.
Ensalion Entaro
Legendary queen that told the prophecy that warns about Azbezil's arrival.
"Out of the shadows a witch king will come.
He comes walking clearly visible but the path remains open in front of him.
Three sons of the king shall join the battle. Neither exhaustion, magic nor injuries shall slow them down.
Creatures of nightmare shall come to the witch king's aid, granting sorrow and tears to the ones that follow him.
Elves and humans shall no longer be allies but meet in horrible war.
As the storm grows stronger love and hate will corrupt and twist the fates of the chosen.
Victory awaits the witch king unless the secret of his mad laughter can be learned
When seven loyal children of the rightful king assemble in the royal throne-room shall it be known that the time of trials is at end."
Ensalion is also known to be the last user of the artifact Magul.
Kapri Metati
Profession Rogue
Weapon War matoc
Age 27
A female adventurer that got a growing reputation. In an unknown way she managed to make Etzahl the dragon surrender the holy box that he had stolen from the temple in Nabasi.
Katin Apinon
Age 25
The widow of Lord Apinon. The lord was murdered by Madel Entaro but Katin were framed as guilty. Talinda Entaro saved her from the dungeons of the castle.
The tale about the Laughter Of Azbezil
Chapter 7
The Princess and the Dwarf
* * *
The storyteller smiled as he entered the crowded room. As he walked towards his chair in the center of the room he nodded towards the usual listeners.
"I have been waiting the whole day for you continue the tale but there is one thing I didn't get last time. That sound from the hunting horn at the end sounds strange to me. Surely only the king himself is allowed to hunt in the forest close to castle so who used a horn there?" a young man asked.
"Perhaps I was a bit unclear. You are in any case right about that lad. Do you recall that Katin Apinon didn't react on the sound of the horn? The truth is that Katin didn't hear the horn at all. Some later evening you will learn what kind of horn Talinda heard but I can't tell you now without revealing what will happen," the storyteller replied and after a nod from the man he continued forward. After that he sat down the sound of people talking fast died away.
* * *
Princess Ezame was standing by her window looking out. Far down on the ground she could see groups of nobles and followers departing. Most groups splitted into two halfs shortly after leaving the castle. The larger part that traveled with the noble, went more slowly while swift riders departed to rally the men. The kingdom was large and it would take months before all soldiers sent from the nobles reached the border but it was still a matter of time until the war would start up again.
It was not first time that Ezame had seen Azbezil try to assemble enough men to invade the elves but it felt more serious this time. She could still not figure out what the meaning of the councils descission a few days ago meant but Azbezil seemed too pleased for it to be unimportant.
She listened carefully and could hear the whistling of her bodyguard Glarin outside the door. The dwarf waited there as he did night and day and it gave her a sense of security that she was not used to.
"Glarin, enter please," Ezame called out and a few seconds later the door opened and Glarin came inside. Like often he didn't speak and just waited silent for her to do the talking. His clothes was in perfect order even after sleeping on the floor outside her door but this didn't change the impression that he really should be out hunting dangerous beasts.
"I don't get why Azbezil assembled the council. If he had been unlucky the council could have failed to support him. That would have been true disaster for his public image," Ezame said.
"Why do you think that I should know anything?" Glarin asked.
"Who else can I ask, but I do honestly think you saw more than I did. I was too busy being afraid for what Lombadiel, the demon who plays the role of being my husband, would do to me if I failed to help them so I barely dared to look at the nobles," Ezame said.
"The key are the elves, the king fears them greatly. He can't ignore the legendary magics of their sacred land," Glarin answered.
"What do you mean is so special with their magic?" Ezame asked puzzled.
"It is like asking if armor made by dwarfs are better than what the human militia wear," Glarin said but just one look at Ezame told him that she had no clue to what he was speaking about.
"You do know that what common people just call magic in fact belongs to one of the three magic realms?" Glarin asked.
"Are you saying that there exist three different kinds of magic?" Ezame asked.
"Your question do indeed hit exactly on the mark. The three realms essence, channeling and mentalism all do magic but there are subtle differences between them. The essence realm that I use, draws power from the ground," Glarin told.
"I think Azbezil has spoken about drawing power from the essence realm," Ezame commented.
"Yes, the magician needs good contact with elemental effects and thus belong to this realm. In general essence style magic makes it easy to affect the envrionment but it can't make subtle manipulations on living beings," Glarin said.
"So one of the other realms do handle that kind of magic?" Ezame asked.
"In fact both do that but in different ways. The channeling realm draw power from gods and spirits. These beings have close to unlimited power so the task is to learn to transmit this power safely. It is magic that easly can heal or attack the undead. When used following the intentions of the god transmitting the magic these spells can be very potent. Clerics and paladins are typical examples of this realm but rangers and other nature focused spellusers also belong here," Glarin told.
"The last realm, was it mentalism, must thus focus on the mind of the target?" Ezame asked
"Yes, the mentalism realm draws power from the mind of the user and give good opportunuty to affect other minds. Typical examples from this realm are the mentalist and the seer," Glarin replied.
"I still don't get it. What realm do the elven magic belong to?" Ezame asked.
"It will soon start to make sense. All these realms got strong and weak aspects. The same spell can exist in all realms but the power and needed skill to create the effect variates. There exist spellusers who increase their flexibillity by combining two realms but the powers they can control ends up less than the parts. The reason to that it is possible to combine power from the different realms are that the magic itself is the same, it is only how the user imagine the power that matters," Glarin told.
"It is the same like water can either be froozen or liquid," Ezame commented.
"The magics of the elven lands are so powerful since it is older than this split of magic. In the begining the users did just tap right into the magic itself. Today this realm is called the arcane realm but by then there were no name since it was the only known way to access the magic. As you perhaps know the elves , dwarfs and other elemental races are associated with the four elements. In fact these elements are of arcane nature so it was natural that our ancestors tried to use that kind of magic," Glarin said.
"So the arcane magic is more dangerous?" Ezame asked.
"Yes, it is hard to understand the level of danger inherit in this kind of magic. On single mistake can desintigrate the spellcaster instantly, if really unlucky the city around the spelluser could be turned to ash. In the modern way of using magic these kind of things can never happen. The strengh of the arcane magic compared to the modern realms are that it needs to be dispelled simultaneous by all three realms if the spell should be stoped," Glarin replied.
"I see, do all elves know arcane magic?" Ezame asked.
"Not at all. It was the high elves that were the experts but even among them very few got the gift. Now when the high elves are gone I would be surprised if we can find more than a handful that can do anything useful. Still magic can never be destoyed so the elven lands must hold incredble powerful magic hidden in it. Azbezil seems to want to get control over that magic," Glarin replied.
* * *
Helian came walking down the trail on the way to cottage of the royal family. Behind her a silent Larion followed, like often she seemed to think about their relationship but Helian ignored her for the moment. She felt a jolt of joy as she saw the small cottage. It was a weird experience to know that Enbon and Larion had carried her away from the cottage only weeks before but that she in fact had spent close to eigthyfive years elsewhere. Her years of study in the possible future where the timejump left her had prepared her that she would return to moment she left but to actaully see that no time has passed was different than reading about it. Outside the cottage Darion sat in the sun resting as Duwlon was busy working with something on ground in front of him. Helian walked forward with unsure steps, would her father like the others fail to recognize her.
"Watch this!" Duwlon called out and went to pick up a very long stick that lay waiting, On the ground a small coffer was standing waiting. Carefully Duwlon hit the coffer with the stick. Unsure what was happening Helian walked closer. Suddenly there was a loud click from the coffer and eight blades came flying out from it. Duwlon's stick was cut into small parts as Helian and Davrion screamed in surprise. Davrion and Duwlon looked up and saw Helian standing there. Her earlier worries ended fast when she saw the smile that filled Davrion's face as he saw her. Without hesitating Helian ran forward and hurled herself into Davrion's welcoming hug.
"I see that Enbon missed some of the more important details when he told me that you had been cured. I could not understand why Larion would pick you with her on some mission," Davrion mumbled crying in relief over to see his daughter.
"Father you can not believe how good it feels to be back. Unfortunely I got bad news, the lake of three flames brought me to the future and it does look bad," Helian said.
"Of course, the circle and the three flames are not symbolic at all but rather the insignia of the cult of three flames. I thought that we got rid of that cult hundred of years ago," Davrion said with a worried voice as he studied Helian.
"The cult is extinct now but I have been charged with rebuilding it," Helian replied.
"What kind of evil sorcery is this? Why would a princess of the realm help that wicked cult to return? My child don't you know about the struggle our ancestors has had with the cult?" Davrion asked.
"I don't care about old struggles, I must do this. Don't you get it father. The cult's love magic can counter the evil magics of Azbezil but if the cult reform after the final battle with Azbezil there will only be ruins and a small fraction of the people left," Helian said.
"Was is it you have seen in the future?" Davrion asked.
"None who I spoke to knew any details but a demon horde will be released and it destroys everything. The information Larion and I have assembled about the artifact Magul indicates that the rumors I heard about Azbezil using Magul may be true," Helian replied.
"I have heard rumors about Magul, the clues for the location of it's hiding place were sealed away by the magics of the great council of the realm. As a child Azbezil could not hear enough about that tale," Davrion mumbled as his face filled with worry.
"If Azbezil knows about the Magul it only means that it is more vital that I rebuild the cult," Helian insisted.
"Do you know about how many innocent people the cult members has forced to join the cult? Have you heard about the six wars with other nations that cult provoked, wars that the kings and queens of Entaro must fight because the cult only minded their own greater goals," Davrion asked.
"Forget about the past. Our side needs the powers that the cult can grant us," Helian answered with a stubborn voice.
"The past is the key to good government of the realm, I forbid that you take any action that brings the cult back," Davrion said with a raised voice.
The same expression could be found in both their faces as they stared at each other. The tense situation continued until it was broken when the door to the cottage opened. Helian turned and saw Pymaria and the rest of the children come walking and she forgot the argument and ran to meet the rest of her family. Davrion's eyes followed her filled with worry.
* * *
"Has anyone wondered if Helian could be truely mistaken?" a woman in the audience asked.
"What do you mean?" a man sitting close asked.
"Helian thinks the battle against Azbezil in the possible future was lost since the cult of three flames could not help. Since the cult was not being rebuilt till after the final battle they could not have been involved. Still this is just what she believes. It could happen that the cult was reconstructed before the final battle but doesn't want to recognize that they were responsible for the loss. In fact the reason they rebuild the land could be because of guilt about what happened," the woman replied.
"Why would they want to keep this from Helian?" the man asked.
"Since they want her to rebuild the cult of course," the woman answered. When it was silent again the storyteller continued.
* * *
Lord Arlin rode out of his castle with a small group of soldiers. The cold night air bit into his limbs since he had not had time to fetch his cloak. Still this discomfort must be compared with the urgency of the news that arrived. The Lord had alone relaxed in his study when one of the servants told him that some of the houses in his village was burning. None of the villagers would require that the Lord himself came to investigate but Lord Arlin took pride in being a friend of his people and would not go to sleep without knowing what house was burning. As he came closer to village he could see that it was Inn that was burning. This filled Lord Arlin's heart with worry since it was there he had hidden his precious daughter Trioni Arlin.
As he came closer a man rode out to meet him. The world seemed to be froozen as the the knight on a huge black horse came closer. On his left arm the knight had a shield with the sign of the Entaro family but Lord Arlin's gaze was on what he had in his other hand. It took serious willpower for the Lord to sit still as the rider raised his right arm. In his strong grip Lord Arlin's beloved daughter Trioni was hanging. She was unconscious but she didn't seem to be seriously injured. The strain from holding the girl in his extended hand should have been terrible but the knight didn't seem to mind. Obviously it must Zelak himself, none other had such strength.
"Looks like you found my lost daughter," Lord Arlin said.
"She was hidden in the very village of Arlin," Zelak said with a dangerous tone in his voice.
"It explains why we never found her. My men had searched for many days travel in all directions. The only place we have not examined is the village itself. Who would think that villagers would hide her from us?" Lord Arlin answered, carefully judging his words.
"Is it true that you have nothing to do with this?" Zelak asked.
"Don't insult me. Why would I work against my daughter having the honor of sharing your bed?" Lord Arlin answered, thankful that darkness hid his tears.
"Without doubt she has spent the time whoring with the visitors of the Inn. She is spoiled but king Azbezil is merciful and perhaps I can find her a place at the royal castle," Zelak said.
"Do as your please. That tramp is not any daughter of mine after she ran away," Lord Arlin called out and continued forward to the village. The Inn was burned down and the his old friend the Innkeeper Abend lay slain at the ground in front of the Inn. Zelak had followed closely and spoke.
"The Innkeeper said that you had not anything to do with it before I killed him but I wanted to hear it from your own mouth. You will be busy with getting the men that should be sent to the border so I'll take care of your traitorous daughter."
Zelak placed Trioni's unconscious body over the sadle and rode out of the village. When he had left Lord Arlin descended from the horse and knelt at the side of Abend's body. One by one the villagers arrived to show their sorrow. More than a few glared hatefully at Lord Arlin that still was kneeling on the ground but villagers that knew the Lord better took them aside to explain what has happend.
"Does anyone know a seer. It is very urgent," Lord Arlin asked as he stood up.
* * *
Enbon walked down the road at Duwon's side. Davrion had instructed him to guard Duwlon but Enbon got a feeling that the real point was that he should carry whatever Duwlon wanted to buy. Suddenly Enbon felt like somebody was looking at him and he pulled his scimitars. The twin scimitars came free and were instantly covered in white light. From the blades a weak voice was heard.
"Bold warrior who carry the family weapons of the house Arlin, we don't know if you can hear this. The Lord sends out this message with the hope that you can do what he can't. Prince Zelak has found Trioni and taken her to royal castle. If there is anything you can do to save her, please try it," the voice pleaded and then the glowing light died away. Enbon turned and started running back along the road.
"Where are you going?" Duwlon called out since he had not heard the voice but Enbon didn't listen. Duwlon hesitated for a while and then continued forward.
* * *
"Please don't hurt me," Trioi pleaded as she sat in the corner of her cell. Zelak stood looking at her with a sinister smile on his face. He didn't have his armor on but didn't seem more vurnable because of that. When he pointed towards the door Trioni obeyed without questioing. There were no guards waiting outside but Trioni dismissed the idea to try run directly.
"He is strong enough to use his bare hands to tear me apart," Trioni thought as she both tried to see what they are going and keep a watching eye towards Zelak that was following her. The corridor seemed to belong to a very ancient dungeon but it was hard to say for sure since it was sparingly lit. After a few turns they came to a large metal door and entered. The room inside was completely empty except from a large set of chains hanging in the middle of the room.
"Take of your clothes," Zelak ordered.
Trioni hesitated for a second but jumped into action when Zelak raised his hand. At their first meeting Zelak had entered her room and ripped her clothes before he raped her but it felt much worse this time since she had to do the stripping herself. With a red face she pulled off her dress and starting untie her bodice. Finally she had only her panties left. The coldness of the dungeon bit hard into her body. She needed just one look at Zelak to conclude that she needed to take off her panties too.
Trioni cowered trembling in front of the tall Zelak. She could not help but scream in fear when he suddenly griped her hands that she had tried to cover herself with. Without effort he forced her arms aside and stared at her pale body with lust in his eyes.
Zelak delivered an evil smile as he pulled Trioni towards the chains in the middle of the room. As Trioni noticed the manacles that belonged to the chains she did try to break free but Zelak was much too strong. Trioni cried as the manacles clamped shut around her wrists, neck and hips. A few seconds later Zelak tightned the chains and Trioni found herself hanging horizontally in the air. Her arms and legs were spread out, leaving her body completly defenceless. Zelak's raised his hand and hit Trioni's exposed ass hard, She yelped in pain and surprise.
"Why are you doing this to me? I can't help that I don't feel anything for you, you could at least have tried to do some proper courting," Trioni said.
"You think that I ever wanted anything other than your body. Give me one reason I shouldn't do this," Zelak said with a mocking tone in his voice.
"It hurts when you hit me, why should you want to hurt me?" Trioni pleaded.
"It is fun to hear you scream," Zelak answered and cruely pinched Trioni's left nipple with all his might. Trioni cried in pain and was relieveded when Zelak stopped some moments later. A small man carrying a sack had entered.
"At your service my Prince," the man said as he started to empty his sack..Trioni tried to twist to see what he was doing but the chains wouldn't allow her. She thought that she heard the sound of vials placed on the floor but she lost all thoughts of this when she felt how Zelak's fingers started groping her.
* * *
Cymari walked along the crowded street with some haste. Her assignment to check how much connection there was between the church and Azbezil had gone smoothly and now she wanted to get back to the cottage. Her investigation of the church had told her that Azbezil only had left shallow remains. Almost none visited the temples anymore and the priests with strong magical ability had been framed and put to death. Even to find a priest with actual magical ability was a deed. All this was very bad news since Davrion had been hoping that they could find a strong ally in the church.
Cymari suddenly slowed her steps when she saw a group of soldiers some distance down the street. The soldiers were putting up posters on every building and Cymari walked past them and then looked closer on the posters. There were two kinds. The largest of them was a recruiting poster for the army. The hateful claims that the elf realm would fall in few months time worried the black haired ranger. Still it was the second poster that really made her afraid. In cold word it described that the country had been infiltrated by elves who by magic made themselves look like the royal family.
"A really clever way to turn the people against us," Cymari thought.
Cymari felt an urge to rip all the posters down but just one look convinced her that is was futile. They could be found on every house and the soldiers had a chart full of them.
"This is just one street. Azbezil must be making thousands of them, how should we have a chance to counter propagande massive as this one," she thought. When the raven haired ranger turned towards the soldiers her gaze fell on their commander and she felt her heart beat one extra time.
The commander of the group was sitting on a large white horse and Cymari just stared at him amazed. He was of medium build and not very muscular but still carried an image of real strength with him. His blond hair and saphrine blue eyes mixed perfectly with his tanned skin. Cymari's pulse started to race as she looked at the man. Never before had she seen such a handsome man.
"He is a soldier working for Azbezil, he is an enemy," Cymari thought trying to clear her head. Still this knowledge did little to lessen what she felt. She had been interested in some of the elven rangers that trained her but the age difference had always kept her back. This was actually the first time she really was in love.
"I must let him see me so that I can tell if he is interested in me too, if I keep some distance I will have time to disappear in the crowd," Cymari thought and started to walk closer.
Unfortunely the street was crowed and she had only come half the distance when the man turned his horse and rode away. He could not ride at full speed because of the crowd but Cymari understood she had no chance to reach him without alerting everybody by running. As she walked away she ripped down two of the posters. Davrion would without doubt want to see them. She was back thinking on her worries about the dangers they faced but she could still not shake away the image of the commander when he turned on his horse.
* * *
"Were those scrolls made by the scribes that Azbezil recruited?" a man asked.
The storyteller nodded and used the delay to drink his ale.
"Who was this man that Cymari did fall in love with?" the man in the black robe asked.
"Since Cymari doesn't know yet I will not answer at this time but the tale includes an end to that story also," the storyteller said.
"Enough of this talk, can't we get to hear what Zelak and that small man did to Trioni in dungeon," a woman asked.
* * *
Trioni trembled with fear. It felt like she had been hanging there for an eternity. Finally the man was finished with the unknown preparations and Trioni could hear him come over and sit at the floor at her left side. She started to turn her head to see him but was stopped when Zelak cruely prevented this by pulling her hair hard.
"Ahhhhhi, that hurts," Trioni cried out but only got a laugh back from her tormentors.
"Guess, what we will do to you," Zelak whispered as he again slapped her ass.
"Is this some kind of revenge for me running away?" Trioni wondered but she could still not get what they intended to do to her.
"You now that you are dead if any of that stuff touches me. Take her tits and groin last so that I can have a little fun while you work," Zelak said.
"I follow you command," the man mumbled.
A moment later Trioni felt something wet touch her belly.
"Are they painting on my body?" Trioni wondered. After a while the skin that had been painted started itch.
"What did you put on me?" she asked.
"A simple mixture of harpy blood and demon blood," the man answered in a buissneslike voice.
Trioni didn't really listen since the itch had turned into a burning sensation that was only increasing. She started screaming but the pain only kept increasing. Desperatly she tried to move but the chains kept her body spread-eagled without any hope of moving. As the pain finally faded away she felt Zelak's fingers gently playing with her nipples.
"Get your dirty hands of me," she mumbled but understood that Zelak would ignore her plea.
Her pain had focused her conscious and to her shame she felt her nipples starting to get hard. She could not help that she was much too aware about his caress to ignore it. Again she felt wet paint applied to her body and this time she screamed in fear when the itching started. I felt like hours when waves of pain washed over her but this time when it lessend she noticed that Zelak had resumed to abuse her breasts and nipples.
After that the third mark was painted on her body Zelak got up and moved behind her. As the itching started she felt Zelak's fingers force their way into her defenceless cunt.
"Do you think a little sexual stimulation could make you forget the pain of the markings? I could do it if you begged me," Zelak said.
Trioni kept her lips sealed in stubborn resistance but his fingers soon stopped moving as the pain kept increasing. When the pain lessend the evil prince started to stimulate her again. To her horror Trioni felt that her body had really started to respond. His earlier fondling of her breasts had done a little but now she was really starting to get moist.
"Time to start begging," Zelak said and stopped fondling her body. Trioni cried as she used all her willpower to withstand the pain but she understood that it was a loosing battle.
"Please, do it, I must have some relief," Trioni pleaded as the first feelings of pain wash over her.
"Do what?" Zelak asked.
"Touch me doweiiaarnggggggggghhh," Trioni cried out as the pain ripped to her body.
"Please touch me down there," Trioni pleaded when she regained control of voice.
"You need to talk much more convincing, make me sure that you really want me," Zelak said with an evil tone in his voice. Trioni trembled in shame as she heard his request and felt the next mark being applied to her defenceless body.
"I want you fondle me. Use you big strong hands to rub me," Trioni said but still got no reaction from Zelak. The itching had started and Trioni cried in horror for what was to come.
"What would I get from fondling you?" Zelak asked laughing as he slapped her ass hard. Judged from the impact it should have hurt but the feeling was insignificant compared to burning sensation that had started.
"He want me to beg him to fuck," Trioni realized and cried in shame as she gave in.
"Mighty prince, I beg you to fuck me, streach my tight cunt with your throbbling weapon, give me all you got," Trioni called out and to her relief she heard him start to remove his clothes. Unfortunely he was not finished until the next wave rocked her being. Zelak didn't bother to thrust gently and pushed in without mercy.
"Luckly his member is not as large as my beloved's one," Trioni thought but this only pulled her down into a pit of despair. As Zelak picked up speed the man for some reason took a pause with the drawing and Trioni thus got some temporaray relief.
All the mixed sensations that tormented Trioni's defenceless body made it impossible for her to resist and she soon felt her body eagerly meet his trust.
"I would die if Enbon saw me at this moment," Trioni thought in shame.
Suddenly she felt a wet symbol being painted on her back but there was nothing she could do. The itching came much sooner than she was used to but Trioni took relief in that it the later pain would be less. Unexpectedly the pain suddenly washed over her but instead of just being her skin that hurt it was her whole body. Trioni screamed in panic as the pain just kept increasing.
"You wouldn't believe how good the spasm of you body feels around my member. Sexual excitement increases the pain a lot so you're in for a bad ride," Zelak called out in triumpf.
"I should have known he was tricking me when he asked if I wanted sexual excitment," Trioni thought and then lost conscious from the unbearable pain.
As Trinoi slowly came back to conscious she found herself back in her cell. She was still nude, very cold and miserable. To make it worse the pain still lingered in her limbs. With fear she looked down at her body and saw strange markings. She tried to rub them away but it was the skin itself that had been colored. Judging from the dozens of marks and how sore her cunt felt the abuse must have continued for hours. Trioni tried to raise her voice but all the screaming has exhausted it and she only managed a faint whisper.
* * *
"It is indeed similar symbols," the storyteller answered.
"When will Enbon arrive to do his attemt to save her?" a woman asked.
"When I am allowed to continue the story," the storyteller answered with a dry tone in his voice. The woman nodded and the storyteller started talking.
* * *
"Why don't they put a map on the wall, it is nightmare to find your way in this castle. I wonder if I have been in this corridor before?" Enbon thought as he stalked through the darkness. It had been a simple matter to swim the moat of the castle and scale the wall but to find where Zelak had taken Trioni was much harder. Enbon walked around the corner and for the first time since he had arrived to castle he saw a person. To be more exact it was a very short person with a long black beard. He lay sleeping in front of a large door.
"Must be one of the dwarfs the Fenlyw spoke about," Enbon thought as silently tried to sneak past the dwarf. He was completly silent but the dwarf still woke up and fast got up standing.
"Aren't you a bit lost now? Walk away from these rooms now or I teach you not to mess with Glarin," Glarin said as he pulled up his warhammer.
"I don't want to hurt you. Move aside and I will let you go without harm," Enbon answered with a smile. He was mentally comparing the dwarf's range with his own and it looked good. The warhammer was a heavy weapon but the dwarf's size made the possible range very limited.
"You intend to hurt me, that was a new one. Do you got an army with you that can do the deed?" Glaring warned as he cast an angry glare at Enbon.
"Your warhammer got short range compared to my scimitars. I will just cut you down," Enbon replied and walked forward. He got a growl back from Glarin.
"Strike my eagle," Glarin called out and Enbon jumped back as the dwarf threw his warhammer. Enbon saw the dwarf's movement but the warhammer still came too fast for him avoid it. It hit him solid and he doubled over in pain. Still the agony was fast gone and Enbon jumped up standing. Enbon pulled his scimitars intent on a fast kill but when he started running forward he discovered that the warhammer had returned to Glarin's hand.
"Strike my eagle," Glarin called out again but this time Enbon was prepared and managed to deflect the hammerhead. Unfortunately the impact was so hard that he was forced to drop his left scimitar. Enbon added more speed to reach Glarin before he got the warhammer back but he was still a few steps away when the weapon teleported back to dwarfs hand.
"Ten strikes my eagle," Glarin called out and Enbon raised his scmimitar in the last second. By retreating he managed to counter the first three strikes but the speed of the flying weapon only increased for every parry he did. Enbon stumbled backwards from the many minor impacts and crashed into a statue. The last he saw before he lost conscious was the warhammer come flying towards his face.
"The most loudmouthed people are always in the need of a lesson," Glarin mumbled as he fetched Enbon's scimitars.
"Hold, I will not allow that you hurt him," Ezame called out when she opened the doors and saw the scene.
"I am to protect you from all harm, this loudmouthed fighter is without doubt an enemy to king Azbezil," Glarin answered. Ezame hesitated for some moments but then spoke.
"That doesn't mean that he is an enemy to me, put him on the bed inside my room," Ezame ordered and was glad when Glarin obeyed without complaining. Enbon's slim body was no problem for Glarin to carry and soon he rested on the bed. A few minutes later Enbon came back to conscious and looked up to see Ezame standing beside the bed.
"My appologies for the attack from my bodyguard. I am princess Ezame. If I am correct you are my half-brother. Can you tell me the name of yourself and the others?" Ezame asked.
Enbon presented himself and started talking about the family but kept changing subject all the time and Ezame got to ask a lot of times what he meant.
"Very touching reunion between you two but shouldn't you rather speak about why he is in your room," Glarin said interupting the discussion.
Enbon noticed the dwarf standing by the door and his hands went searching for his scimitars. Unfortunely they were on the floor in front of the dwarf.
"You get your weapons back when you leave. What are you doing here in the castle?" Ezame asked.
"My girlfriend, the young Lady Trioni Arlin, has been kidnapped. Zelak has hidden her in this castle but I don't know where," Enbon replied. Glarin sighed and Enbon gave him a cold stare but Glarin didn't seem impressed.
"You indeed commited to difficult problem if you want to save your girl. The prisoner that was taken from the dungeon a week ago has made Azbezil drop his fascade. The dungeon is filled with soldiers all the time. Azbezil has put some prisoners there to cover up but I know that he and my cursed sons have been doing secret things there for years. The soldiers are in truth protecting the secret entrance. Your poor girlfriend is most likely behind those guards inside the hidden part of the dungeon," Ezame told him.
Enbon sat silent and thought about what he had heard.
"Glarin, I want you to assist Enbon when he rescues his girlfriend," Ezame said with an commanding voice.
"I am supposed to protect you," Glarin replied as he kicked the scimitars towards Enbon's direction.
"I know, that is why I will follow. It is your choice if you wait and come to my rescue later or help this young man from the beginning," Ezame said.
"Sounds like we got a job to do," Glarin commented and started walking towards the door. Both Ezame and Enbon looked at Glarin in surprise.
"If my princess commands I obey," Glarin said as he opened the door and checked that the corridor was empty.
* * *
"You are the professionals, so what do we do?" Ezame asked as they hid at the entrance of the dungeon. From their position they could hear the soldiers speaking but there were no way to tell how many that waited them.
"What do you mean, we just enter and cut them down," Enbon said, flexing his muscles.
"You aren't that bright, are you? Princess Ezame means how we avoid that they call for backups," Glarin replied. Ezame nodded and gave Glarin a warm smile.
"I suppose you are right, it will be harder if new soldiers keep arriving," Enbon admitted as he thought hard about the problem.
"Enbon, you understand that we can't let any of them escape, every last one of them must be killed without any mercy or else they will turn me and Ezame in. I can use Flying Eagle to silence all sounds but that will prevent us from speaking too so we better be finished planning before we begin," Glarin said.
Ezame's memory was excellent and she told them the layout of the dungeon and the location of the secret door to the lower dungeons.
"I have never been down there but Azbezil could not stop himself from telling me about it after one time when he...," Ezame said but the sound of her voice died as a flicker of pain could be seen in her eyes. Enbon looked puzzled at her as she seemed to lean on Glarin's supporting arm. The moment later Ezame pulled herself together and fast moved away from Glarin. Ezame looked towards Glarin with an unsure look in her face but Glarin's face was completly emotionless.
"Let's make war on these soldiers serving that monster Azbezil," Ezame said and got supporting nods back. They walked around the corner and faced more than forty soldiers standing guard.
"What have I dragged us into," Ezame thought but neither Enbon or Glarin hesitated at all.
It felt unreal as Enbon ran forward and charged into the first line of soldiers without a sound. The scimitars found the first target but the soldier's scream of pain was totally muted by Glarin's magic. The corridor was filled with soldiers but Enbon whirled forward without any hestitation. Ezame had to concentrate hard to actually notice when his feet touched the ground. The soldiers' movement seemed incredbly clumsy compared to the ease that Enbon dodged their attacks.
Enbon was close to last line of fighters when the it broke and ran down the corridor. They didn't come far before Glarin's warhammer closed in on them. A look of incredble concentration filled Glarin's face as he directed his Flying eagle around, it fast beat them into unconsciousness. Carefully Ezame walked forward over the slippery floor as Glarin and Enbon checked that all guards were indeed dead. She had never seen such a carnage of violence in her whole life. The number of dead bodies was not large compared to the slaughter done when Azbezil claimed the castle years back but the demons that did the fighting had left no bodies then so the situation was completly new to Ezame.
* * *
Trioni got a very bad feeling about the current situation. At first she had been glad when it was not Zelak that came to get her from the cell but now she was not so sure anymore. The soldiers had taken her to a new room and chained her to the floor. Her voice was still gone and the soldiers offered no explanations. Any movement would spread pain from her sore ankles and wrists but Trioni felt that she must knew what going on and twisted around to see the rest of the room.
At first she saw nothing interesting but suddenly her gaze focused on a crack in the floor. Strangely it was impossible to say how wide the crack was. In some strange way it both seemed only a few fingers wide but yet large enough to swallow a body.
"Why did I suddenly think of the crack swallowing a body?" Trioni wondered, alarmed. The chains held her legs spread towards the direction of the crack and this only increased her fear.
Suddenly one of the evil looking signs on her body started glowing and the terrified girl sobbed in panic as red light lit the room. One after another the signs started glowing and Trioni didn't know how to react. She tried to scream for help but her voice failed her.
* * *
"All the cells are empty," Enbon reported as he came back to study they had found. Glarin was reading the ancient books and motioned Enbon to come close.
"Ezame can keep seaching for a moment, you need to listen to me. These books include information that I think your familiy will be very interested in," Glarin said and Enbon stood waiting with a bored look on his face.
"The language is really obscure so I can't read all the text. Still some fragments are possible to read. This book includes a list of all the bloodlines of the nobles in the kingdom. Azbezil seems to have catagorized every noble out there. Most unsettling is that there are marks on the bloodlines that says sacrificed or unfinsihed. I checked your girlfriend's family and she is listed as unfinished," Glarin told as he kept opening new books to examine them.
"What are you saying?" Enbon asked confused.
"Azbezil is using woman as sacrifices. For some reason he needs to kill at least one girl from every noble family in the realm," Glarin said.
"Does that mean my Trioni was taken from the cell to be sacrificied?" Enbon asked with fear in his voice as he turned towards the door.
"The lad has got something inside his head afterall," Glarin replied as he dropped the books and followed Enbon.
* * *
Ezame discovered yet another door. It was not a cell since it didn't have a lock but Ezame opened it anyway just in case. As she looked inside the princess screamed in terror. On the floor she saw a nude woman covered in glowing red symbols. It was obviously Trioni but over her a creature of nightmare was standing.
In truth standing wasn't the right word. The creature was floating in the air as slippery tentacles extended down towards Trioni. The actual body only included a single red eye and a large mouth. Trioni's fragile frame was wrapped in tentacles. They crawled all over her and pushed themselves into the defenceless cunt, ass and mouth.
"Leave her alone," Ezame screamed and ran forward to help. The beings red eye looked at her while Trioni on the other hand was completely lost to the environment. Ezame griped tentacles and wrested them free from the Trioni's defenceless body. The tentacles didn't offer much resistance but Ezame soon realized her mistake. The loose tentacles wrapped themselves around her own arms. With a huge effort she used her legs to force the tantacles out from Trinio's defenceless cunt and ass and she felt a moment of triumph as the monster released Trioni completly.
The feeling ended soon as tentacles forced themselves on the inside of her clothes and ripped them into pieces.
"She got more to live for than I do," Ezame thought as she brazed herself for what would come. When it all started it still came unexpected. She opened her mouth to scream for help when one of the tentacles suddenly came lunging into her mouth and her scream was brutally silenced. The tentacle was not very wide compared to the others and covered in some kind of slimey substance so it slipped in without much trouble but she still tried to struggle as best she could.
Some moments later she felt a tentacle probe her pussy and squirmed in panic but there was no relief. Small tentacles gripped her hip and forced it to hold still as the larger tentacle pressed forward. The substance released by the tentacle in her mouth had started to take its toll and Ezame felt erotic feelings wash over her body. She trembled as the tentacle started to twist and thrust in and out. Suddenly the tentacles vibrated as they were covered in bright light, unfortunely the rape continued even while the tantacles twisted in anger.
Enbon rushed forward and slashed again with his scimitar. As the weapon struck it was covered in light and cut deep into the target tentacle. Unfortunely other tentacles whirled out and hit him before he could follow up his first strike and cut the tentacle of. The tentacles moved faster than eye could follow but stopped a few meters short of were Enbon was trying to clear his head. Enbon got up on his feet unsure what to do. He was furious with anger about what the monster had done with his beloved and now did to his halfsister. At the same time as the large tentacle violating Ezame increased the speed even more he could see a second tentacle that had started to force an entry in Ezame's ass.
"What the hell is that thing," Enbon called out towards Glarin that just had entered the room. He could see feelings of anger and fear play over the dwarfs face as he studied the situation.
"It is a lower entity from the demon plans. Not strong enough to makes gates itself, the body of your beloved seem to have been used to bring the creature here," Glarin answered.
"It is lightning fast but doesn't seem to be able to reach us where we stand," Enbon commented as he searched for any weak spots in the monsters defence but there weren't any.
"The rift in the corner of the room can not let demons completly through. Unfortunely the reverse isn't true. If the monster carries Ezame through the rift she will be lost," Glarin replied and pointed towards the corner of the room.
Enbon looked towards where Glarin pointed and could see dark smoke come flowing out of a crack in the floor. The crack was getting wider and the demon was allready very close.
"Lad, we must attack now before it is to late. Strike at the eye with your scimitar when you get the chance," Glarin commanded.
"The tentacles protect the eye. I have no chance of doing that attack," Enbon answered.
The moment later he heard the demon roar in anger as the tentacles parted. The demon struggled with all it's might but could not resist the magic that pulled the tentacles apart. Enbon didn't hesitate as he jumped forward and thrusted his left scimitar towards the exposed eye. The demon trashed around in mortal pain as the scimitar was covered in holy light.
The moment later Ezame came falling down and Enbon caught her. Suddenly the roar from the demon was gone and Enbon looked around in surprise. Ezame was trembling and sank to her knees when he tried to help her stand. Black slime left from the demon came flowing out of her abused holes. Glarin was at his side and Enbon could thus rush over to the beloved body of his beloved. She just lay there unmoving, paralyzed from the terrors and magic she had endured. With a white face Enbon loosened the chains and tried to rub a away the black slime from Trioni's unmoving body.
Enbon was close to screaming in desperation when Trioni's eyes suddenly focused on him. She gave a weak smile as she hugged Enbon's body desperatly.
"You came," she whispered crying.
"Your father sent me, everything will be fine now," Enbon answered as he gently rocked Trioni's trembling body.
"Lad you got the girl, get out of here now," Glarin called out interupting the moment.
"Where is the scimitar I stabbed the eye with?" Enbon asked as he turned towards Glarin.
"In the dead demon on other side of the rift but ignore that, Azbezil may have detected the holy powers your scimitars released so you must get out of here as soon as possible," Glarin answered.
"What about you two?" Enbon asked as he looked at the dwarf and the princess. They were standing close, not hugging in each other, but in some way it seemed unnessary. The unlikely pose of an nude human girl standing close to an armed dwarf seemed completly logical.
"Two sides of the same coin," Enbon thought.
"We need to get out of the dungeon to be safe while you must get out of the castle," Glarin answered. Enbon nodded and he picked up Trioni in his arms and exited. Glarin and Ezame remained standing watching each other.
"I am sorry if I scared you. When I saw that innocent girl I felt that she had so much more to live for than myself. I just reacted..." Ezame said and her voice trailed of when she saw the hurt in Glarin's eyes.
"I think you got plenty to live for. Our child for instance," Glarin said and put his hand on Ezame's hip. Ezame nodded and then hesitated searching for words.
"Can I call you lover?" she asked with an unsure voice.
"Sure, it has taken you an aweful log time to realize the fact, hasn't it?" Glarin said.
"You were a bit mean in begining," Ezame said as she bent down to give him a kiss.
"You mean unlike your sons who always treats you with false kindness. I always give all people what they deserve, unless they are mad false kings that can melt rocks with a thought," Glarin replied.
Ezame had intended to kiss Glarin's forehead but Glarin raised his head and they met in a real kiss. Ezame closed her eyes as she unsure let the tip of her tongue probe Glarin's mouth. She felt Glarin do the same and an moan escaped her. She felt pleasant tinglings fill her body, not the forced kind of feelings that demon's slime had induced in her but actual feelings. They broke the kiss and Ezame looked at him with surprise.
"You know that was our first kiss, actually the first kiss ever for me. What Azbezil has forced me to do doesn't count," Ezame mumbled and bent down to kiss again. It was even better this time but Glarin broke the kiss much to early.
"What I said to the lad applys to us too. We must get out of the dungeon soon or we will be in a real mess," Glarin said and Ezame nodded. They had just exited the room when Glarin suddenly ran back into the room. Ezame halted unsure if she should follow. Before she had time to time to decide she heard Glarin returning.
* * *
Enbon was on servants' floors and decided to take the first door he found. He pushed the door open and saw that the room was actually quite large. In one corner there was a large bed with old fashioned curtains that prevented the view of the bed itself. Enbon walked to the window and put Trioni down so that he could open the window. Trioni had recovered much since the traces of black slime had melted away but Enbon was still worried. The evil looking red marks on her body disturbed him greatly.
Suddenly Enbon heard the sound of bed-curtains being pulled aside and whirled around with his scimitar prepared. To his surprise he found an equally surprised Zelak standing nude in front of him. On the bed a girl with large breasts tried to cover herself.
"Why do you always rush in when I am in the middle of great sex?" Zelak asked. His gaze drifted over the trembling Trioni and a flicker of anger could be seen in his eyes but he kept his temper in check.
"Bold words. One look at my beloved tells me how much you have hurt her," Enbon called out and thrust with his scimitar towards Zelak's heart. Zelak just raised his arm and to Enbon's surprise his thrust was blocked by a shimmering blue shield.
"Handy magic to have right but nothing beats this, don armor" Zelak called out and the second later he was fully armed. Enbon barely had time to get out of the way when Zelak's two-handed sword came slashing. Enbon danced around using all his speed to avoid Zelak's mighty trusts but the prince's gigantic range with the weapon prevented him from get close enough to strike back.
Zelak kept chasing Enbon around but could not corner him.
"Don't you ever get tired?" Zelak cried out in despair.
"You don't seem to tire easly yourself," Enbon answered as he tried a kick towards Zelak's knee. Unfortunely Zelak was too heavy to be overturned and he had to twist his body in the air to avoid getting hit.
"An enchantment or two can make serious difference," Zelak answered as he tried to move around so that he would get within striking distance of Trioni. Enbon distracted him with a number of blinding trusts that gave Trioni time to get out of the way. Zelak tried to use the fact that Enbon was close but Enbon jumped up on the bed and Zelak's mighty thrust hit one of the bedpoles. The bed curtains came tumbling down and Enbon hit with all his might. He pulled his sword free and it was covered in blood. He was on the way to rise his hands in triumph when he saw Enbon unhurt on the shortside of the bed.
"Stupid servant girl, a suiting end when she are to dumb to run after help," Zelak said as he moved towards Enbon.
"Keep fighting," Zelak called out and his sword was covered sparks. The two-handed sword jumped from his hand and Enbon barely managed to block it when it came lunging. Zelak retreated but his sword was kept animated by magic and attacked without stopping.
"Play with my sword, I just intend to go and find a company of crossbowmen that can nail you to the wall," Zelak said lauging as he exited the room.
Enbon was left with the giant sword that kept attacking him with furious energy. The magic guiding the weapon clearly imitated Zelak's fighting style but without a human holding the weapon Enbon had few options but to just block the trusts. He could keep the sword away from him but the dance of blades only continued.
"How do you defeat a magically animated sword?" Enbon cried out in anger.
"Like this," he heard Glarin's voice say from the direction of the door as the two-handed sword was hit by a lightning bolt. The giant blade fell down covered in sparks. In the doorway Glarin was standing with his warhammer pointed towards them. In his left hand he held Enbon's missing scimitar.
"How did you get the scimitar back?" Enbon asked amazed staring at the scimitar.
"Not a matter of importance, it is time for you to escape," Glarin said and extended the scimitar.
"Why are you helping me?" Enbon asked as he looked around. Ezame was obviously not present.
"I wouldn't want them to capture and question you," Glarin answered with a smile and opened the window.
"Trioni don't worry about swimming, I will carry you if you are too tired," Enbon said and pulled Trioni out through the window. They landed in large splash and a few seconds later Glarin saw how they came up to the surface.
"What an airhead. Hope for the sake of the realm that the others are better at thinking in advance," Glarin mumbled and exited the room.
* * *
"How come that Enbon can defeat proffessional soldiers no matter their experiece," a man asked.
"It is valid question but you are not thinking about all the facts. Zelak profession was the Armsmaster, thus he did except from fighting learn mentalism magic, tactics and dozens of other skills. Enbon on the other hand did only focus on a fighting, he also had some of the best teachers in realm. Even elven rangers who care most about the bow will in time be very good with close combat weapons. They would not fill the requirments to be called true blademasters but their combined knowledge about close combat and Enbon's talent for it well explain how Enbon seem so unbeatable in fights against lesser enemys." the storyteller answered.
* * *
Ezame did her best to sit still as the doors to her room opened. When she saw that it was Glarin she stopped pretending and jumped up from the chair.
"Are there any news about them?" she asked with fear in her voice. If they were captured it would be sure doom for her and Glarin.
"You can put those worries aside. The crossbow soldiers followed on horses but did recently return empty handed. Horses with a rider can't ride fast for long periodes of time and your halfbrother doesn't feel exhaustion. The riders claim that he just outran them but most likely he used the elven ability to not leave any tracks. In any case I think it is safe to say that they are safe," Glarin replied.
"The first time we had sex you claimed to have locked the door. After seeing you using your warhammer tonight it's obvious to me. You did do it with the magics of your warhammer that time too. Why didn't you tell me about it?" Ezame asked. Glarin chuckled.
"The highly doubt I would be allowed to stay here if Azbezil learnt the secret of my hammer so I avoid using the powers in public. I think we can leave it with that it is remarkably that we managed to trust each other as much as we did in the begining ," Glarin answered with a smile. Ezame sat on edge of the bed with her legs spread and Glarin saw the longing in her eyes.
"Would you mind demonstrating but lock the doors first," Ezame said as she with a small twisting managed to let her bedrobe slide open. Her breasts came into view and she licked her lips seductivly.
"I have allready taken care of that," Glarin answered and started to undo his armor.
"I should have guessed you would answer that," Ezame said as stood up to drop her robe. Glarin had a lot of armor parts to drop and she thus had to prolong her stripping a lot to match the time when Glarin was finished. She twisted her hips in front of him, her left hand was inside the panties playing with her wet folds. Glarin finally pulled his tunic off and stood nude in front of her. Like normal she could not believe her eyes when she saw his huge erection.
"This is one of the times when our differences in lenght ruin the scene," Ezame commented with a playful voice as she looked down on Glarin.
"Nay, just makes what I have in mind more apporite," Glarin said as he stepped closer. With a fast movement he gripped Ezame's panties and pulled them down. Ezame moved her hand aside as Glarin bent forward to kiss her moist lips.
"What are you doing?" Ezame asked but didn't do any try to resist him when he continued his exploration. She didn't get any spoken answer from the dwarf but his actions was answer enough. His tongue probed her clit and Ezame closed her eyes in sexual ecstasy. She had already been very horny thinking about having sex with her lover and the sensations she felt now fast pushed her into even more excitment.
"Keep doing that, your beard tickles, but it only increases the sensation," Ezame mumbled.
"I would like to kill the one who decided that all dwarfs must have beards," Glarin answered before he continued his work. Ezame was now panting wildly as her fingers played over her hard nipples. Waves of fire seemed to radiate from her sex as the dwarfs talented tongue continued to drive her even more excited.
Finally she could not stand the excitement. She tried to keep silent as the core of her being vibrated but it was no use and she scremeamed in ecstasy. The sound of her voice was very strange, it sounded like she was in small closet instead of her large bedroom. As her trembling legs gave in Glarin caught her and placed her on the bed.
"Did anyone hear?" Ezame mumbled. She was still dizzy from her strong orgasm but the guilt she felt over exposing them by not being able to stay silent tormented her.
"Absolutly not. Flying Eagle is blocking all sounds from leaving this bed," Glarin said as climbed up into the bed.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Ezame moaned as she felt Glarin's fingers on her breasts. He would playfully move over her skin, stopping to comfort a single spot and then suddenly move in a complety different direction. She could not believe that her body allready had started to climb towards higher excitement. With trembling fingers she reached out and touched Glarin's hard member.
Glarin moaned as her delicate fingers closed around his stiffness. She had it inside herself more times than she could count but never before had she actually touched it with her hands. She gave Glarin yet another kiss as her fingers played with his member.
"It felt wonderfull when you licked me, shall I return the favor?" Ezame asked.
"I got something I would like to test," Glarin answered. Without any stop to his gentle carress of her he moved above her.
"Lick it as much as you like," he said and then he he gently pushed her breasts together. He let his warm member press into the cleft beween her breasts. It felt wonderful and Ezame looked down. The tip cock came sliding towards her face and without hesitating she licked it. When Glarin pressed forward the head slided into her mouth. Ezame didn't mind since she found the taste good.
She let tongue wirl around the head as she studied the reaction in Glarin's face. Finally he grunted and frooze as he realeased his load. Ezame did her best to catch it all but some came on her face and she giggled as Glarin rolled of her.
"I love your taste, my beloved. Do you think you can get it up again since I don't want to leave this encounter without feeling your size streetching my insides," Ezame said.
"Are you questioning the staminia of a dwarf?" Glarin asked and bent over to kiss her. They did share a long wet kiss.
Glarin moved down and started to lick her nipples and Ezame loved the feeling. Still her sex was throbbling with desire and she struggled with the decission if she should ask him to leave her nipples alone and focus on more important things. Suddenly she was pleasantly surprised when she felt Glarin's member pressing towards her lips. She moaned loudly as he pushed himself into her. His size could itself drive her crazy with lust but she also loved his way of fucking her. He would variate the speed of his trusts and kept her guessing about what he would do next.
Ezame squirmed as she came closer to yet another release. She felt the release come but Glarin didn't lost control and continued pushing into her. As Ezame came down from her peak she found that the vibrations in the core of her being would not end. Her muscles contracted again and again. It was not same strong feeling she felt at the very peak but the long continued feeling was wonderful. As the feeling faded away she rested exhausted. Glarin noticed this and let his control go, he grunted hard as he came hard. Ezame felt a weak minor climax rush through her beings and with a smile on her lips she fell asleep.
* * *
"This concludes this part of the story. Tomorrow the story will focus on mystical horns and what happened to the elven rangers that used to guard the cottage," the storyteller said and sent his hat out.
As he waited the storyteller thought about what is in a name. He had done this often since he realized he could remember his own name but like before these thoughts didn't give him any answeres. In some ways it didn't matter what his name was, he enjoyed being a storyteller, but his lack of memory raised the question of what memorys he had lost together with his name. That last thought was very unsettling, wasn't it a great crime to rob a man of his past. The storyteller got his hat back and exited the room deep in thoughts.
Who is who in the Laughter of Azbezil?
Pymaria
Age 48
She saved the king from certain death in the moat of the royal castle. She used to dream about becoming a singer at the opera but have settled to be the mother of Davrion's children. She and Davrion have nine children.
Davrion VII Entaro
Profession Bard
Age 78
The rightful king but removed from the throne by his brother. He is severely crippled after combat with Azbezil's demons and starting to get old. Still the magic that healed him from the brink of death has kept him in good health.
Azbezil Entaro
Profession Magician
Magic realm Essence
Age 78
The twin brother of Davrion. He claims to be king Davrion and have managed to convince the people that he changed his name due to sorrow over the dead queen. The ancient prophecy marks him as the witch king that will bring ruin and death to the kingdom.
Ezame III Entaro
Age 43
Davrion's oldest daughter that was captured by Azbezil. She is the unwilling lover of Azbezil and mother to Zelak and Madel.
Fenlyw Entaro
Profession Illusionist
Magic realm Essence
Age 30
Davrion's oldest son, skilled in the art of illusions. He is the one that is closet to Davrion in interests of the past but the rest of the family finds him unfocused and careless. His similar interests with Davrion has made him the favorite son. Davrion has selected him as the field leader in the struggle against Azbezil but the rest of the family doesn't share Davrion's faith in Fenlyw's abilities.
Enbon Entaro
Profession Fighter
Weapon Scimitars used in two-weapon combo
Special items Got two magic scimitars
Age 27
Could beat his elven instructors in the art of combat by the age of 12. Only lack of worthy opponents has slowed down his development since then. His only real interests are combat and athletic skills and he is thus not very talented in other areas. Trioni Arlin is his girlfriend.
Duwlon Entaro
Profession Sage
Age 24
Extremely intelligent and with large ambitions. The one of Davrion's children that been most irritated by being forced to stay hidden in the cottage. He had a brief romantic encounter with Tysania Agril until he understood she was a Azbezil supporter.
Cymari Entaro
Profession Ranger
Magic realm Channeling
Weapon Longbow and shortsword
Special powers Has been affected by unknown magic at the tomb of kings. The magic allows her to see spirits and magic but the spirits of the ancient elves warned her that the powers are dangerous.
Age 21
A talented ranger with a strong sense of duty. Her skill with the longbow is without comparison in the family.
Talinda Entaro
Profession Dabbler
Magic realm Essence
Weapon Falchion and shield.
Age 18
A girl who knew her line of profession from the moment that she started to crawl. Lots of practice made her a master pick pocketer even before she left home. She is also skilled in most kind of small weapons and unarmed combat. She is in love with Awril the sharpsighted. Awril is one of elven rangers that protects the family but Talinda thinks that he is dead. Talinda also got a false identity, Talinda Harper bastard daughter to Lord Harper.
Larion Entaro
Profession Cleric
Magic realm Channeling
Age 15
A girl filled with much compassion and a strong belief in her goddess. She has never visited a real temple but still got a strong grip on the art of cleric magic. The goddess she follows is the ancient elven goddess of the night. The goddess used to be worshipped by most humans and elves but very humans follow her way except by lip services. Helian has enslaved Larion but the limits of this magic control is not clear.
Junia Entaro
Special Soprano
Age 11
A girl that very much resembles Pymaria. She is interested in singing and spends most of her time either practicing or begging for lessons from Pymaria or Davrion.
Helian Entaro
Profession Houri
Magic realm Mentalism
Special Normally transmit her magic by kisses and touch but can affect victims on distance by throwing kisses.
Age 89
Was by the age of the 5 affected by the magic cum of her father. When her body could not cope with the feelings she was brought to the lake of three flames to be healed. The magics of the lake brought her to a possible future were she become a priestess of the cult that controls the powers of the lake. She helped rebuilding the kingdom but was called back to join the battle against Azbezil. She is very determined since she knows that failure means that everyone, including herself, dies in the end.
Awril Fandyllion
Profession Ranger
Magic realm Channeling
Weapon Longbow and sword
Age 464
A legendary ranger that has been working in the group that protects the cottage of the family. He and Talinda are in love but got a secret relationship. He is often called the sharp-sighted.
Tarben Agril
Profession Layman
Age 52
A very talented trader. He is a devoted follower of Azbezil and the main supplier for the army.
General Lombadiel Iglack
True name unknown
Magic realm Evil mentalism
Age unknown
General in Azbezil's army and married to princess Ezame. In truth one of Azbezil's demons in disguise.
Zelak Entaro
Weapon Two-handed sword
Age 24
The younger son of Ezame. General and famous warhero. Publicly general Lombadiel Iglack is his father but in truth it is Azbezil.
Madel Entaro
Profession Magent
Weapon Broadsword and shield
Special item: Got the cursed broadsword Eryathor.
Age 29
The older son of Ezame. General and famous warhero. Publicly general Lombadiel Iglack is his father but in truth it is Azbezil.
Trioni Arlin
Age 17
The daughter to Lord Arlin. In love with Enbon Entaro
Lord Arlin
Profession Fighter
Weapon Broadsword and shield
Age 51
One of the lords of the kingdom. Publically he supports Azbezil but does secretly have large doubts about if this is right or not.
Glarin son of Karmin
Age 182
Weapon Warhammer
Special item A warhammer named Flying eagle
One of the few remaining dwarfs. He has been hired by Azbezil to act as a bodyguard for princess Ezame.
Iffer Mandilo
Profession Thief
Weapon Shortsword
Age 30
Second in command in the thieves' guild of Shernam. Did force a blowjob from the unwilling Talinda Entaro.
Nanac Sald
Profession thief
Age 89
The leader of the thieves guild of Shernam. Originally came from lord Harper's domain but was thrown out because of suspects of thefts. Talinda Entaro belongs to her guild.
Tysania Agril
Age 22
The oldest daughter of Agril the merchant. She is in love with Duwlon Entaro but he doesn't dare to respond to her due to her fathers' strong ties to Azbezil.
Myan Agril
Age 12
The younger daughter of Agril.
The beggar
True name unknown
Age unknown
A demon employed by Azbezil. Does despise Azbezil greatly.
General Marol Dorak
True name unknown
Age unknown
Another of the demons serving Azbezil.
Waif Norl
Profession Fighter
Age 32
A soldier in Azbezil's army. Enslaved by Helian and now a soldier pledged to cult of three flames.
Magul
This artifact is called the will of the king and its origins is hidden in mystery. Once every generation it may grant one single wish. It can only be used safely by a magic trained member of the royal family. After that queen Ensalion the great used the artifact without any magic training, and almost blew up the royal castle, it has been sealed away. The location of the hiding place is unknown. Rumors from the possible future where Helian grew up says that Magul was used by Azbezil to destroy everything. The artifact opened some kind of portal to a demonplane but it is not known if this was intended or not.
Ensalion Entaro
Legendary queen that told the prophecy that warns about Azbezil's arrival.
"Out of the shadows a witch king will come.
He comes walking clearly visible but the path remains open in front of him.
Three sons of the king shall join the battle. Neither exhaustion, magic nor injuries shall slow them down.
Creatures of nightmare shall come to the witch king's aid, granting sorrow and tears to the ones that follow him.
Elves and humans shall no longer be allies but meet in horrible war.
As the storm grows stronger love and hate will corrupt and twist the fates of the chosen.
Victory awaits the witch king unless the secret of his mad laughter can be learned
When seven loyal children of the rightful king assemble in the royal throne-room shall it be known that the time of trials is at end."
Ensalion is also known to be the last user of the artifact Magul.
Kapri Metati
Profession Rogue
Weapon War matoc
Age 27
A female adventurer that got a growing reputation. In an unknown way she managed to make Etzahl the dragon surrender the holy box that he had stolen from the temple in Nabasi.
Katin Apinon
Age 25
The widow of Lord Apinon. The lord was murdered by Madel Entaro but Katin were framed as guilty. Talinda Entaro saved her from the dungeons of the castle.
Mathan Iradio
Magic realm Mentalism
Profession Seer
Age 75
The seer at the court of king Azbezil.
Retalia Harper
Age 42
The wife of lord Harper. To hurt her husband she has made herself pregnant with the child of the alchemist Lord Midilion.
Lord Harper
Age 59
A noble working for king Azbezil. He has made himself a name at the front towards the elves but his support for Azbezil has lessened after that prince Madel convinced Harper's wife to carry the child of Lord Midilon. To get revenge he has accepted to pose as Talinda Entaro's father but he recently learnt that she is of elven blood.
Lord Midilon
Age 37
Magic realm unknown
Profession Alchemist
King Azbezil's alchemist. Some earlier accidents that almost turned fatal has forced him to work away from the royal castle. His wife is barren due to being struck by the red fever but Lady Retalia Harper carry his child. This is a result from Lord Midilon's deal with Azbezil when he was sent away from the court.