Naked Aggression - Part 3

Part 3

Ok, I admit I am skeptical. All this fuss over a piece of pottery. This “Great Seal” as Damo called it. I had found the first piece in a dungeon in the Endless Desert three months ago. It seemed unremarkable, another piece of debris to the naked eye. Unremarkable until I used my wand of detection. It glowed so brightly that I had no doubt it was magical. But try as we might, no one in our band could determine its function or even decipher the glyphs covering its surface.

Kelger had suggested taking it back to the wizards’ guild with him when we returned. I had agreed, saying that I wanted any profits split equally between all of us.

That had led to a midnight summons from the Arch-Mage Damo himself. When the head of the Wizards’ Guild issues a summons, it’s usually a good idea to answer it. My family is not on the best of terms with the Guild to begin with, so I went with the apprentices that had delivered the summons.

They looked on in disgust as I crawled out from under the three dwarves sharing my bed. The little guys had passed out, a little too much of that rot-gut they call “Dwarf’s Tears”. In truth I wasn’t exactly steady on my own feet at that point. If the errand boys looked disgusted before, when I got untangled from the mass of bodies and the cum started to run out of my pussy and ass and and clung in dried patches all over my body, they turned positively green.

Serves them right, if they want to interrupt my “welcome home” party let them stare. I made them wait and watch as I sponged off. After getting dressed, I leaned in close to the tall one.

“Ready to go, sweetums?”

As my cum-scented breath surrounded his face, he began to retch. Poor kid, probably still a virgin. I am convinced most of these apprentices get into magic for the demon sex anyway, so who are they to judge.

Taking pity on the guy, I grabbed a bottle of Dwarf’s Tears and took a good long swig. It may have cleared my breath, but did nothing for the haze in my head. I staggered after them to the coach that was waiting outside the inn. The cool night air flowing through the windows helped some to clear my head. When we got to the guildhall, the gates swung open silently to let us in.

Karath, my sentient katar was screaming telepathically of danger and traps. Part of his enchantment allows him to sense these things. The thing is, in the guildhall of arguably the most powerful organization in existence, traps and danger were sort of a given. All he was doing at the moment was adding to the pounding in my head.

I was led to a small meeting chamber. A softly glowing crystal globe in the center of the table dimly lighted the room. As I was sinking into one of the cushioned chairs, the apprentice whom I had so impressed earlier mentioned that I should stand until the Arch-Mage had arrived.

“Should I now?” I asked as I plopped into the chair.

I watched him turn several shades of red. He looked like he was thinking of a suitable spell to cast, something nasty to punish me for my insolence.

“I wouldn’t recommend it, bright-eyes. My family has a habit of killing snooty mages that are too big for their spell-caps,” I told him as I tightened my grip on the handle of my katar.

“A fact that wins you few friends within these walls. Tell me Tyrissa, do you plan to kill us all?” asked a resonant voice from behind me.

“No Master Damo, I just thought I would whittle on this paragon of virtue until you decided to drop your invisibility. It’s late, my head hurts, and I miss my bed-partners. Can we get on with this please?”

“You knew I was here?”

I resisted the temptation to make a sarcastic comment about my sense of smell working. In truth, for an Arch-Mage I was told Damo wasn’t too bad of a chap. Even my mother could say his name without spitting in disgust. So I suppose he didn’t deserve the attitude, at least not yet. So in lieu of an answer I simply stroked the handle of Karath.

“Ahh, the Chaos Blade. And how is he?”

Karath’s telepathic response was to curse me for walking into the enemy’s lair.

“He’s fine, he sends his regards,” I answered as sweetly as I could.

I watched as Damo's form became visible, seated in one of the ornate chairs.

“I’m sure,” Damo replied, a wry smile on his face. “Leave us.”

The two toadies left without any further comments. I swiveled in my chair, facing him. He made a simple gesture and the light from the crystal increased. I squinted as the light stabbed into my blurry eyes.

“Show some mercy Damo. It is obvious she is a little .. unwell at the moment."

I leapt out my chair to embrace the cloaked figure standing in the doorway.

“Methonus!!”

“Yes my child, how are you?”

“What are you doing here?” I asked excitedly.

The high priest for the dragon-god Bahamut was one of the few non-family members who could call me child and not get a punch in the mouth. The fact that he was here was both comforting and unnerving at the same time. He rarely left the Platinum Citadel, center of his sect.

Whatever was happening was serious. I suddenly regretted those last few bottles of dwarf spirits. As if he could sense my thoughts, Methonus muttered a quick prayer and touched my forehead. Immediately I could feel a magical wave of energy flow from his touch, clearing out the alcohol and leaving a tingling burning in its place.

“Ow, ow, ow,” I cried as the night’s excesses were cleaned from my system. “It never hurts when Bethany does this,” I complained.

“That is because she does not care if you gain wisdom from the treatment.”

“Yeah, lucky me,” I griped as I rubbed my stinging forehead.

“Please, can we continue?” asked Damo.

Methonus led me back to my chair, casting an appraising glance over me. I suddenly felt conscious of the dried dwarf cum flakes in my hair and the cum still leaking from my cunt and ass. I smiled, happy that I could at least ruin one of the wizard guild’s chair cushions. Taking the chair next to mine, he motioned for Damo to continue. I looked at the Arch-Mage with much clearer eyes this time.

“The shard you discovered in the dungeon of Al-Bathshar is part of a greater relic. It is in the best interests of all concerned if the remaining pieces do not fall into the wrong hands.”

“And who is ‘all concerned’, the wizards’ guild?” I asked.

Methonus replied with a sad shake of his head. “Everyone, my dear, everyone.”

I took a minute to consider that. Damo took that time to continue.

“The remaining pieces of the relic were hidden in secure locations. The final two pieces were assumed lost beyond the reach of us. Obviously we were wrong. Using the piece you recovered Methonus was able to divine the whereabouts of the last piece.”

“Great, so you wizards go get it, tuck it away, and the world is safe once more. Can’t be more than a teleport away, right?”

“It’s not quite that simple,” replied Damo. “The relic is cursed. It is not safe to touch.”

“What? Each of us in the party must have handled the shard. I have to warn them!” I exclaimed, starting to rise out of my chair.

“Be at ease Tyrissa. Your companions are fine. The curse on the shard only affected the person finding it.”

“Oh great, so I’m cursed again?”

Methonus shook his head.

“No, you are protected by the sign of Bahamut. You cannot be cursed again.”

I reached up to touch my cheek where the dragon-god’s mark ran. I had taken to using micpan tattoos to draw any possible attention away from the faint streak. Still, it was there, I could feel it.

“So, you are uniquely qualified to retrieve the final shard. You are immune to its curse, you are not a mage so you can’t be tempted to use its power, and you are a skilled adventurer. Also, you are not so important as to be missed,” explained Damo.

“Missed? I am going alone on this errand?”

“It would be best, Tyrissa. I have divined this as being the plan with the greatest chance of success. Other forces may be watching for us to mount a recovery operation. The lower profile we can maintain, the less likely they are to discover what we are doing.”

Methonus looked decidedly uncomfortable saying this. This made that warning voice whispering in my mind that much louder.

“So what is the connection between the wizards’ guild and the church of Bahamut? I didn’t think the two of you worked together.”

Damo replied first, “While we do not normally work closely together, our orders share a common goal in this.”

The High Priest nodded in agreement. He reached into his robes and pulled out a platinum medallion. He motioned for me to lean forward as he slipped it over my head. I pulled my hair out from under the chain and let the dragon-shaped charm hang between my breasts.

“This will help to protect you from magical scrying and location spells. It has also been blessed to bring you luck.”

I took a couple of deep breaths, trying to cope everything I had just been told. Ordinarily I would have told Damo to take his quest and.. well, I am sure you get the idea. But Methonus was involved, and I owed him and his god my very soul. Not something I tend to forget.

“Alright, when do I leave, and for where?”

“Tomorrow would be best. You ride for Ivaarhomme, in Sethrul.”

“Ivaarhomme, that’s a week’s ride away. When do I have to be there?”

“Seven days, you have to be there by the next full moon.”

“That’s a hard ride. Unless I have a magical short-cut?” I asked, turning to Damo.

“That wouldn’t be prudent. If you do not think you can make the ride on horseback, we can provide alternative transportation, but no spell travel,” the Arch-Mage replied sadly.

“No thank you, I’ll stick with my horse. We can make it.”

Methonus reached into his robes again. This time he produced a small bone scroll case with platinum seals. He handed it to me and smiled.

“Open this when you reach Ivaarhomme. It will have directions for you. As long as it is in the case it cannot be magically assensed. It also has a picture of what the final shard looks like”

“So Ivaarhomme may not be my final destination?” I asked.

“Possibly. I cannot say at this time,” answered Methonus.

I leaned back in my chair, my mind racing with plans. Damo choose that moment to speak.

“Of course we are willing to pay you for this task. I realize that..”

I held up my hand to stop him before he could finish, “I didn’t ask for pay. Methonus asked me to do this, that is enough for me. Loyalty means something to me, understand?”

“My apologies,” he said. “I meant no offense. Still, you should be rewarded for your efforts I think.”

“Fine, I’ll need half a dozen torches, a month’s worth of iron rations and grain, four flasks of lamp oil, a new horse blanket, and two vials of holy water. Oh, and a spell if you please.”

I pulled a platinum coin out of the special compartment in my sword belt. I slid it over the table to Damo.

“Never-ending Light please. The last spell was cancelled while dispelling the darkness inside the vampire’s lair in the dungeon where we found the first shard.”

The Arch-Mage appeared amused by my request for such a simple spell. Smiling, he touched the coin and spoke a few magical incantations. The coin began to glow brightly almost immediately. I accepted the coin and returned it to its pocket.

“Tyrissa, despite what you may believe, the wizards’ guild is not your enemy. The affair with my predecessor Borchar was unfortunate, but I do not bear your family any ill will. Please let me offer this to aid you in this endeavor.”

I watched as he removed a ring from his right hand. Taking it, I saw it was a gold ring holding a single red gem, probably a ruby.

“What is it?” I asked.

“A ring of fire resistance. It will make you immune to normal fires and protect you from magical fires. Perhaps it will be useful to you.”

I watched him as he explained this. To his credit he returned my gaze evenly the whole time.

“The other items you requested will be in your room when you return. Is there anything else you require?”

“What do I do when I find this piece? Return it here, to a temple of Bahamut?” I asked as I slipped on the ring.

Methonus shook his head. “No, return it here.”

I rose out of the chair. I had to pack and try to get a few hours of sleep before sunrise. Leaving without saying goodbye to my companions could raise complications if they decided to try to find me. I told Methonus so.

"I will explain that you are unavailable. It should allay their fears."

I bid goodnight to both of them and was escorted back to the coach. From there it was a short ride back to the inn.

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As Damo had said, the items requested were waiting inside my room when I arrived. My three dwarves were still sleeping, apparently engaged in some sort of snoring contest. I briefly wondered how the items were delivered; magic, unseen servant, or some other more bizarre manner. Still, everything seemed in order. I even found a gift from Methonus, three vials of magical healing salve. Since I was going on this mission without a cleric, I was thankful for his gift.

I finished packing all the items away in my backpack. It is always a little disconcerting to see it hold so much more than it should. The magic that allowed it to do so was wonderfully functional, and had made the difference in several adventures. Still it had its limits. Fortunately my companions and I had already deposited our excess treasure and booty. Sar'el Thul is one of only a few cities large enough to have an organized banking system and I used it for all it was worth.

Looking at the bed; with its tangle of stocky arms, legs, beards, snoring dwarves, and wet spots from different fluids I decided to sleep on the floor. It was only marginally harder than the cheap straw-filled mattress and much cleaner. I don't know if it was Methonus's spell of cleansing or the effects of my two-day-long party but I fell asleep almost immediately.

Continued in Part 4

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