Isekai Adventure
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With the haycarts still burning, we had no other choice but to make a way out through one of the manufactories. We chose one that lead in the direction we wanted to go, and Katriana smashed the chains open with her warhammer. I felt a little bad, so I cast Mending on the padlock while we made our way though- at least this way the owner wouldn’t be out an expensive, precision-made device, and besides that, the square was probably going to be crawling with guards as soon as they could access it.
The manufactory was dark and silent, and we were able to make our way through with a minimum of fuss. At the far end, what seemed to be past the burning barrier, we unlatched a window, and Voss held it up while we each slipped through. I held it open for him from the outside so he could also escape. We then hurried through the night, finishing the trip to the docks.
Calliope took the lead there, and lead us to a dockside inn. The inn’s sign was a mouse-man in clothing, hands on hips and beaming with pride over the bulge in his pants. Below that, a hand-letter wooden sign named the place, “The Big Mouse Inn”.
“This is where you work?” Katriana asks, with a sardonic tone, “A dockside inn? You have to know the reputation of places like these.”
“Sh-shut up!” Calliope replied, red-faced, “Let’s just ... get this over with.”
When we entered into the inn, the innkeeper, a scrawny, stick-like man with an eyepatch, laughed to see her. “Three hours late, and then you show up looking and smelling like you’ve rolled around in a slaughterhouse? You’re done, princess. I replaced you already, two hours by.”
The innkeeper pointed over his shoulder with a thumb, to the centre of the busy inn. There, four girls in multicoloured outfits with short, frilly skirts and bare bellies danced in whirling, teasing steps as a fiddler and drummer played in the background. One of the girls was obviously more clumsy that the others, tripping over her own feet and stumbling after her partners.
Katriana chuckled, and Calliope somehow became even more flushed. “W-well, I’m just here to get my things! Just let me back to the dancer’s room and I’ll be on my way!”
The innkeeper scowled, but nonetheless grabbed one of his serving girls, to lead Calliope to the back. Katriana kept silently giggling, to the point where Ashryn prodded her and admonished, “You have to be nice! Calliope’s a good person.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Katriana said, shaking her head, “But you didn’t know her before, a common village girl who acted like she was better than others just because she knew a little magic. It’s just funny to me, to see that she’s so bad at finding a party for herself to adventure with that she had to become a dancing girl in a dockside tavern to make ends meet.”
That made me wonder a little bit about Katriana. Did she mislike Calliope for the Invoker’s attitude, or... ?
My thoughts were interrupted by the reappearance of Calliope, carrying two big bags with her. They were large and bulky, but she didn’t seem to have any trouble carrying them both with her.
“Well ... sorry about all this,” she said to everyone as we filed out of the Big Mouse Inn. “This ended up being mostly a waste of time ... and worse, we ended up in a fight, and some of us got hurt,” She shook her head, “Well ... I hope you let me pay you all back for this.”
Voss shrugged. “We walked into a trap and got out alive, and now there are two less hobbos’ and two less of their apes, if they even have more.”
Ashryn nodded. “You’re one of us, now,” she said insistently, “This trip was the least we could do.”
Katriana didn’t say anything, but I stepped forward. “It’s you who’s wrapped up with us in this plot, not the other way around,” I said, “If you want to apologize for the walk out here, then I ought to apologize for bringing you into that potter’s shop in the first place.”
Calliope gave me a bit of a smile, and nodded. “It’s late enough, we ought to get back.”
The walk back was quiet, which I had expected. Whoever was after us, they had all afternoon and evening to plan their ambush, and we walked right into it and dealt with it directly with no casualties. Their next logical step would be to hang back, keep an eye on us, and either prepare another trap or wait for a weakness to exploit.
It was late enough when we arrived at the Lazy Ox that the musicians had been cleared away, and the only people left in the common room were a handful of groups still talking low and laughing over drinks. There were only a few serving girls around, but still, I handed over a few coins for wine and goblets to be brought upstairs for us to enjoy in private, and we headed up to our room.
Voss volunteered to sleep on the floor, giving Callipoe the couch, but she would have none of that. “You need to be comfortable or else you’ll shift and pop your stitches,” she said, “Ashryn can heal you in the morning, and we’ll figure out what to do then.”
“About that,” I said, “I think tomorrow should be all about recovering. Nobody leaves the inn, unless three of us go, and we don’t leave at all during the night. Our fighters heal with help from Ashryn, while we try and figure out who is hunting us and why.”
At the very least, everyone was too tired to argue.
I shuffled over to Ashryn, and gave her a nudge. She startled a little bit, but then smiled up at me. “Yes, Theo?”
“You still have that spell memorized, right?” I asked as I drew the black steel broadsword, “Can you analyze this for me?”
Ashryn muttered her prayer, then examined the blade. “Yes, it’s magical, alright,” she confirmed, “It was from one of those hobgoblins, right?”
I nodded. “It’s alchemical steel, I think,” I told her, “It holds a weak natural enchantment, but it can’t compete with a proper enchanted blade.” I knew that bit of lore from Theodore’s memory of magic school. I guess it’s for +1 weapons, to help explain why they are way more common than others.
I offered the sword, handle-first, to Katriana. “It’s not quite like your longsword, but it could be handy to have a magic weapon around,” I mentioned.
She took the blade and hefted it experimentally, and nodded. With her “related weapon” non-proficiency penalty, she would be at a +0 to hit and a +1 to damage compared with the +1 to hit and +2 damage for her longsword speciality ... but the magical weapon would be able to damage certain enemies immune to the effects of mundane steel. And, if she spent to proficiency slots on it, it would eventually rise to +1 / +1 and then +2 / +3 if she also specialized in the broadsword ... but a magical longsword might turn up by the time she hit level 6, having earned an additional proficiency slot every three levels. Still, it was good to have.
I got into bed, and immediately Ashryn hopped in next to me and snuggled up to me, earning a derisive snort out of Calliope. Katriana also eventually climbed into bed, but started out with a bit of space between us ... until the last candle was out and she felt comfortable enough to turn towards me for a cuddle.
For all that we almost never left the building, the next few days went by in a blur.
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It wasn’t much of a telegram — just three words: “Return to Helena.” Four words, if you counted the signature: “Autry.” Well, we had made it as far as Butte, about 70 miles or so south of Helena. Not all that much progress since we were on our way to San Francisco via the transcontinental railway system. In fact, it felt like we were moving backwards in time as well as distance. But no one argued about the change of plans. The Montana Territorial Marshal wouldn’t ask us to interrupt our trip...
I had a dream where Jess was kissing my cock & sucking it. Then I pulled up her underwear in her 5ft nothing frame & she disappeared. I couldn’t have any of it.What I imagined from that was being in a club with her on a night out with friends & seeing her body on the dance floor. I pictured her in long black leather gloves in a longish dress & leather thigh boots up to her ass but you wouldn’t have known from the dress. They were at least knee high. Sure enough we complimented...
(Author’s Note: This chapter is heavy-duty sports oriented. There are a few important ‘non-sports’ details but be warned, this contains much basketball, volleyball and a little gymnastics action. I hope it is realistic and an enjoyable read. As the book title suggests, this chapter is mostly about Championships.) “Look in these eyes! These eyes don’t lie. And they say that if you don’t blink, Then you don’t die.” (The opening lyrics to Def Leppard’s, Undefeated.) Alumni Hall, Western...
Mouse had taken to dancing in her panties and socks. Her shoulder-length hair - fine, yet a nondescript, easily forgettable shade of brown - whipped around her head and got caught in her glasses. But she kept going, arms and legs flailing wildly yet not without a sense of design. It was as if she were moving to some bright vision of grace in her mind that her body couldn't keep up with. Lamb was watching her from his studio window, drawn at first by the music, but then he found himself...
Our second day at the nudist campVanessa was the first to waken. She woke me up then Kate got up. Vanessa wanted to get something to eat. What's the dress code? I was like what do you mean? The dress code Vanessa said. Do we have to wear clothes? Kate was a little puzzled. Is this the same girl I had to take her bikini bottoms off yesterday? I hardly sleep last night. All I kept thinking about was you. You were such an exhibitionist walking back to the room without any clothes, cum & all on...
It was in Camden Town, London, late 2015 I discovered a store that housed imperfect but seriously sexy leather trousers, jackets, skirts, even dresses. The kind of place that would make you become a leather addict if you weren't already. The best part was I had already been on the kinky dark path of leather. By this stage, I was 24 & I'd worn high heeled thigh boots & elbow length leather gloves at the same time to masturbate in front of a mirror watching as I shook with incredible...
MOTHERS & DAUGHTERS: ABBY & BARBWHAT YOU SHOULD KNOW …This is a story that is intend to be a part of a series grouped under MOTHERS & DAUGHTERS. Each story will be independent. The stories will ultimately cover a range of genre. These will be shorter stories of one chapter which is different from my previous efforts as a writer. I hope you enjoy them.This first story is an interracial story.This is a story about a mother, Abby Ordman and her daughter, Barb. Abby is 43 and Barb is...
First I'll start off by saying, I'm no great story teller, but here's what I got about a recent event. Now, my younger brother & I have always been close. Since our late teens, we have always been attracted to the same type of women. We used to date & share a lot of them also, by means of we look very much alike with the same type of build & we attracted the same type of girls, ones that loved to have a good time & fuck. Occasionally we would get into fights about certain women...
This was monday night the mother in law rang to say she wanted me to do her a little job, ok I said i will be down in a hour knowing full well I would finish up fucking her, When I got to the mother in laws the sister in law was there, she ask me if I would like a drink of tea, yes I said, the mother in law says to me can u look at the tap in the kitchen so I follow the sister in law in the kitchen & close the door, I have fucked her a couple of times before, we was just chatting I got...