The Path of Dawn
T'was not just the dragon in her arms who beheld the hammer's thunderous approach in both awe and bewilderment, yet t'was she who was most inclined to respond swiftly to the act. "Then you will - release me, flat headed fool, that I might work!" In spite of the effort put into her volley of such complaints, so too did she push forth her hand and call forth the strength of the wild too long abused by the approach of this unnatural force.
A multitude of roots rose up from the soil and out through cracks torn in stone, exploiting every flaw in the ancient roadway so that the horde of shambling corpses might find itself entangled by nature's fury. Their dissonant wailing was nearly drowned out completely between the searing crack of thunder and the steady creaking of wood. They fell back onto each other in piles of limbs and rotting flesh, their steadily stumbling advance toward the pristine walls of the defenders halted in its tracks.
Only the leader of the foul force remained unscathed, a bone-piercing howl that mocked the art of song with its existence making still for but a moment the energies which threatened its shrouded half-life. That same howl seemed to bring the abominable assailants new strength, for they began to push forward against the winds.
But the elves, they did not rest. The volley of mystical arrows resumed, and upon Thorra's arrival one of the great conductors stepped forward from their midst to greet her with outstretched hands. "Hold, travelers!" The helmeted figure, dressed in some of the finest armor and silks her eyes had ever seen, beseeched her not with threat, but perhaps the warning of the calm and the experienced. "Greetings shall need to wait. Please, if your intentions are well we would have you continue to assist us!"
But of course, at least five of them had knocked bows in their direction. Just in case.
Sage took the opportunity to wrench herself from Thorra's grasp, and then immediately settled behind her so that most of her body was obscured by the blonde's. Her eyes stayed focused on the crowded approach.
Thorra
The hammer's grin was like the gentle mist on the forest. Charming, refeshing, and calming. She leaned forwards and hugged the top of the great dragon's head, smooshing her inhumanly soft chest against the scaley bark as if it were nothing at all.
"We shall succeed in our quest yet, but I fear these people are in dire trouble, facing beasts as fell as these."
The Path of Dawn
Sage adjusted her head so that her great leafy wings obscured much of it, leaving only the glow of her eyes to peer at the elves from far above Thorra's distracting visage. The combination seemed a bit much for the youthful-seeming brave who'd dared to greet them once more. He brought a hand to his mouth and softly coughed into it.
"Tis certainly worth an audience, at the least." The others in his presence set about the rest of the field before the bastion, and with songs soft yet strident began to turn the sun's rays into yet more cleansing light against what remained of the abomination. He focused on Thorra, instead, and a hint of eagerness entered into his voice. "If you and your... companion, would join us beyond the first wall, then I - we, may send forward word of your arrival!"
Thorra
Thorra skipped forwards with a girlish giggle. She reached down and slowly took off his helmet, planting a quick peck upon his cheek.
"I'd really appriciate that, thanks."
Thorra
Thorra's rounded ears wiggled. She grinned at the stunning beauty of the elf, cocking her head and staring at her with thunderstruck eyes.
Then, she winked. "Well, I'd love to take a beauty like yourself out to dinner. Get to know one another, exchange information?"
She blew a kiss at her with a charm that rivaled Lirazel's.
Valerie, sometime later near the gates at the path of Dawn.
"It is even more ridiculously oversized than I remember. They say bigger is always better but whoever said that has never gazed upon this travesty."
The hum of the motorcycle's engine quited as they drew closer to the absolutely massive bastion that was the gate into the land of Endien. There were clear signs of a large battle haven taken place here but from the rains of the enemies it didn't appear to be impressive enough for her to take further note.
Valerie was of course commenting on the bastion itself and as they came even closer, close enough for aterbtive members of the garrison to overhear her, she continued laying out her thoughts on it. "if I did not know any better I would think we had gone to the Dwarven lands as their sense of architecture is all a massive overcompensation to make up for what they lack in their pants."
Lirazel
Blue eyes went wide in surprise, long pointed ears twitched, and a hint of pink filled fascinating features in the face of such brazen flattery. One of her hands with nary a hint of the distasteful detritus of a medical ward came up to press against her cheek as though receiving the kiss. "Thorra," she said with an accented trill that made it sound like it melted in her mouth. As charmed as she seemed, she still turned her eyes and her smile to Sage as well. "And your companion?"
The draconian elven maiden puffed herself up, and tugged on her shiny platinum choker. "You may know me as Sage, Keeper of the Great Forest." She narrowed her eyes at the real elf maiden before them. "Of House Endien... are you perhaps someone important?"
Lirazel covered her lips with the wide sleeves of her cloak and laughed. "Perhaps so, Sage of the Great Forest." She peered up over her sleeve at Thorra once more, and let out a soft hum. "Is dining with me so valuable that you would expend your boon on the opportunity? I'm flattered."
Valerie, sometime later near the gates at the path of Dawn.
"It is even more ridiculously oversized than I remember. They say bigger is always better but whoever said that has never gazed upon this travesty."
The hum of the motorcycle's engine quieted as they drew closer to the absolutely massive bastion that was the gate into the land of Endien. There were clear signs of a large battle haven taken place here but from the rains of the enemies it didn't appear to be impressive enough for her to take further note.
Valerie was of course commenting on the bastion itself and as they came even closer, close enough for aterbtive members of the garrison to overhear her, she continued laying out her thoughts on it. "if I did not know any better I would think we had gone to the Dwarven lands as their sense of architecture is all a massive overcompensation to make up for what they lack in their pants."
Thorra
Lightning suddenly burst out of her eyes, dancing along the bare skin of her curvaceous body in such a way as to draw attention to all of her best places. A blue haze emanated from her body, causing her to look as if she were glowing.
And then, Thorra stepped forward, wrapping an arm around Lirazel's waist, looming over her with her immense size. Her touch was gentle, and Lirazel would be able to easily pull away if she decided such contact was unwanted. "Of course not, this is an entirely separate affair. Surely a woman as bound by the fates as yourself wants to learn more of the mysterious outsiders in a casual, possibly intimate setting?"
Lirazel
The electric glow reflected like a pool of water in the healer's eyes, and sparkled with the earnest and innocent joy of someone seeing something new again. Her hands came up and pressed at the toned belly of the woman suddenly holding her, keeping her arms pressed in between their bodies. Her face went from soft pink to flushed red, and she let out a soft sound of surprise as she looked to Thorra's face. "That is rather quite forward for one with whom I am only now acquainted."
Thorra felt the hilt of a sword lurking at Lirazel's side beneath the cloak that resonated to her, as a weapon, with the simple joy of being cherished and well used by its creator. The echo of its triumphant birth-song whispered in her mind.
Lirazel's fingers felt strangely, almost disbelievingly, at the curve of the demigoddess' muscles for precious moments despite her flustered flourish of words. Her left ear twitched as she gently put a few inches more between herself and her would be courter, and she withdrew her hands back to her sides. "Yet, I shall not deny my desire to know more of you, and of your lands."
The dragon off to the side let out a frustrated huff, and turned about in even more of a huff to leave the tent. Her tail swished over the face of one of the injured and tickled it enough to send them into a half conscious sneeze which made Lirazel's shoulders jolt in surprise. Sage grumbled out, "Inform me when you are done philandering, then," as she departed.
Valerie
"We cannot go faster Sakura lest we agitate our friends with the pointy ears." Valerie spoke to her passenger as the bike came to a stop. She leaned forward and pushed her ass back to really squish the hard member her minion had been teasing her with for a while now. She was the King and it was her prerogative to tease not the other way around.
The next she spoke it wasn't in the tongue of Man but in the one of the Elves. "Fourth? Am I to assume someone cleared the Path of Dawn ahead of us, if so they have our gratitude." Oh yeah she'd heard them alright, her hearing might even be sharper than theirs.
She continued speaking in Elvish. "But it is quite insulting that you do not recognize your own allies, for it is I, Valerie of the Sunken Most Valley, King of the Night and all Vampires, and Apprentice of Lord Yamada the Great. Your Queen will be most disappointed if she hears you held me up keeper of the gate..."
Thorra
The hammerborn's musculature brimmed with vitality. Divine ichor coursed through her faux-veins, and Lirazel could see the excitement coursing through Thorra.
After all, it was unusual to meet a woman both as fine as herself and equally bound up in the fates.
As Lirazel felt her up, Thorra smirked. Her large hand slid down the elven beauty's back, only just barely stopping at the point where her generous posterior began to truly form. "I'm an audacious woman, one whom knows what she likes and how to live in the present. If you live in the past, you can fall into a deep depression. If you live in the future, anxiety can overtake you similarly." Her half smirk grew as Lirazel accepted her invitation. "As you are interested in me, I remain woefully ignorant of your people and traditions. But even more than that, I wish to learn your own story."
Her hand slid down to Lirazel's hip, but brushed against her armament instead. "A marvelous weapon, it reminds me of my own divine creation."
The Path of Dawn
The harmonious weaving of melodies resonated in the place where the young magus sought contact with them, spun into place by verse and line with a weight older than her entire civilization. They reached for her - listening to her her, knowing her, and ultimately assessing her with the simple patience one might have for a child. Although some of that feeling may have been born from the bemused amusement of those who'd seen fit to follow in her wake and watch with great care as she broke ranks and approached.
As this moment took place there was a perhaps lesser preponderance of patience taking place in the presence of the perniciously provocative person who so proudly made herself known to them. The chorister who'd led the procession prior showed Valerie all too clearly their bewilderment there. "Surely not..."
They approached more closely, their azure hair fluttering in the mountain wind and their ears twitching with great uncertainty, and gave her another look. "You could not have aged a moment from whence I witnessed you!" Then they scowled softly. "I suppose House Aurë has you to thank for why my sister insisted on the scythe as a weapon rather than a tool of harvest. And I suppose you will be wishing to present yourself to her Majesty?"
One of the other elves nearby had eyes all but bugged out at the sight of their elegant and distinguished leader telling Valerie off
Lirazel
"A strange philosophy to live by for one who speaks so freely of fate's weave." Lirazel's hand found its way over Thorra's, then underneath it in order to feel for the hilt of her precious blade. "Yet, I cannot fault it when you admire my work as much as my mother's. This sword is meant to cut those tangling strands."
She lingered there for a moment, a nervous uncertainty lighting up her noble features Then as if remembering where they were, surrounded by the injured, Lirazel gently yet swiftly disentangled herself completely from Thorra's amorous embrace and covered her mouth with a giggle. "There are other places we could continue our discussion of tales and their instruments than a healer's tent, Thorra." Then, turning about on her bootheel she turned up her hood once more, and turned to allow the mysterious curve of her lips beckon her. "You may wish to tell your companion of your intentions. I shall meet you at the bottom of the hill."
And then swifter than any woman of man, she slipped away out the back of the tent.
Valerie
"Excuse me for expressing doubts but I hardly think anyone here is capable enough to emulate me." She smirked just a bit, but quickly pushed that feeling of pride down to appear less hostile to them. It was never her intention to threaten the rest of the garrison." Fetch me your best and brightest masters of the bow, spear and sword and I shall test their mettle. Unless of course you are afraid of being shown up by one mere girl"
This should rustle their memory if all they remembered of her was her scythe loving and her bloodlust. She was even particularly bloodthirsty the last time she'd visited, maybe the men exaggerated her training drills that put them in the ground as some hellish duels do save what was left of their pride.
With how he had acted so far, the odds of him accepting challenge was certainly in her favor.
Thorra
"A fascinating and wonderful power, to be sure." Thorra's soft smile was enchanting, drawing the attention of even the wounded, quieting their pain for just a moment with the distraction of her happiness. It drew the attention of all those whom beheld her, and to each and every one of them, she seemed to be a flower in the bloom of her life. "I appriciate the skillful worksmanship of your people. It reminds me of my home."
She turned to wave at the wounded, blowing each and every one of them a kiss before exiting the tent to follow the elven royal, waving at Sage—it was up to the dragon whether she wanted to follow along on such a date, or to explore on her own.
Valerie
The king nodded at their answer and appeared satisfied for the moment. Thus she moved back to her bike and hoisted it up over her shoulder, it's great weight seemingly not hindering her at all.
She put it down once she'd past the gate and told the guards to watch over it until she returned. Then she continued on towards the Kingdom together with Sakura. "You will see far more wondrous things once we reach the heart of Endien. And their Royal Family has some of the tastiest blood you'll ever find. If you're lucky you may even get a taste." The opportunity to sink her fangs into one of them again was almost as exciting as the main goal of this trip.
Valerie
At the question the blonde king merely pointed at a massive tower visible even at this distance. It was a true work of art, that much was clear even from here. Or so it would be for regular mortals, but they were anything but that. Far more detail was laid bars for the two with their amazing eyesight.
"There exist a great lake some distance from here which is the home of our natural enemies, dragons. I would rather not go there. And the Everwood is far too gloomy for this excursion. No I believe the castle town and the Star Tower will bring you most joy Sakura. That is gathering place of the high point of Elven culture and also where House Endien resides"
Valerie licked her lips as a particularly refreshing memory rose up from the dregs of her mind. "And that is the most likely place to find any of the sweet princesses, oh how I long to sink my fangs into them..."
Thorra
Thorra chuckled at Sage's reaction. She knew it was somewhat inappropriate, but she knew very well that if she failed to hit on as beautiful a woman as this, fate would make sure to throw issues at the two on their quest. It was better to play to her role and enjoy herself than put everything at risk for the sake of expediency.
She leaned down and kissed Amras on the top of the head before following the Elven royal. "I don't think I will, but I'll let you know if I do!" She turned around and blew a kiss one last time before catching up with Lirazel.
Sage
Their position allowed the two vampires to largely ignore the field hospital off to the side of the main road, of the scent of blood and weakness that would have tantalized their senses with the prospect of filling themselves with fresh elven nectar. The very air was filled with the radiant presence of magic, of the splendor and grandeur of a forgotten age, and even from this far from its center they could not help but feel it welcome them.
And then, after perking up at the word 'dragon,' a big and fluffy white cat sauntered on up to Sakura to start rubbing itself against her leg, purring loud enough to resemble a lawnmower motor.
Thorra
Thorra smirked, tossing herself blithely for Lira,el to catch. "I'd be happy to join you." She remarked, before her body disappated into a puff of plasma. The immense hammer soared through the air in a perfect arc, ready to be caught by the princess.
Sakura
The cat quickly found itself swept up in Sakura's arms, snuggled up against the vampire's firm and squishy chest. "Aww, who's a good little kitty?" Sakura cooed at the large white cat, giving Sage a kiss on the head.
Lirazel
Lirazel's mouth hung open as the change took hold, the elegance and propriety of minutes prior falling before the unsubtle tearing sounds of the outfit that lay beneath her cloak, and the unsettled whinnying of her mighty steed as a familiar rider suddenly became all so very much unfamiliar. That knocked her out of her shock, and she mustered some composure to reached down and whisper gently to her steed. "It's still me -"
She became very still.
"... and of course, my voice has also undergone some changes." She looked once more to the hammer in her hand.
"An intelligent weapon? Then, what of the woman who once wielded you in my place?!"
Sakura
"Not just any cat!" Sakura flashed her fangs with a toothy grin. "This right here is a magic cat, one which probably has intelligence herself!" She held Sage out at arm's length, displaing her like a trophey to Valerie. Sage's posterior hung loose while Sakura's strong fingers held her steaduly under her forelegs. "What's your name, little kitty?" Sakura cooed.
Thorra
"A simulcrum of the storms. This is my true body." Thorra chuckled, her voice reverberating through Lirazel's head. "Just drop me if you're upset with the changes, that's not something I can control. If you're worthy to wield me, you'll gain my not insignificant power."
Valerie
"You are right about her being magical..."
Valerie only spared a single glance at the collar, it was far more interesting to see how soft the fur was and that's why she rubbed "the cat's" underbelly which much enthusiasm.
"But she is not a cat. You are some kind of spirit with a deep connection to forests are you not ms. Sage?" As she posed her question, the vampire king kept up her rubbing. It felt amazing to brush her fingers through it. "I am Valerie, the Vampire King, and this is my progeny Sakura."
Lirazel
That appeared to bring her up short for a moment, and it only ended after Lirazel took a peek beneath her cloak and saw the travesty that was what happened to the rest of her clothes. A soft sigh fled her lips reluctantly. "Then, as much as I respect the honor and the opportunity presented by your regard? I am afraid I will forego such benefits for the time being."
She did, for a moment, gently run her fingers all along Thorra's hand as though she could not help but marvel at the make of her. But she had already made her choice, and so very gently returned the hammer back to the ground next to her horse using the greater reach this transformation granted her. She swiftly sat upright again in anticipation of returning to her usual self.
Thorra
After a few moments, Lirazel felt the link connecting their minds shatter. The hammer laid against the ground, unable to animate itself as her body returned to its usual supple size.
Then, the hammer-woman's body apperated in with a great cloud of smoke. She smied gaily at Lirazel, winking at her before bending over to pick herself up.
Thorra
Thorra winked, offering Lirazel her hand. She was slim, with a smoothness that belayed the great strength and power Lirazel now full well knew she had. Her large breasts jiggled freely with every movement, and electricity raced harmlessly along her skin.
"And I have never met as wonderful a city of elves such as yourselves, nor one as fair and beautiful as yourself. I would be honored to be wielded by one such as yourself in your time of need."
Sage
Her purring grew much louder even as her fur started to stand on end at the back of her neck. "Nyaaa..... you are quite close in your - mmmm, estimation. I am the mighty guardian of the Deep Wood!"
Her little paws wiggled.
"I came to this land so that I might acquire a fruit for the - ahh, could you get a little more to the left? - person who enchanted this collar for me, that she might assist me in my time of need!"
Sage's little kitty ears stood up.
Thorra
She immediately felt Thorra's powerful thighs as thick as a log wrap around her. The hammer's breasts squished up like clouds, as if they had no resistance at all, up against her back as Thorra wrapped her arms around her waist to hold on.
Then, she simply allowed the wind to whip through her hair and enjoy the ride.
Valerie
"So the mighty guardian is fetching food like a well trained dog, how quaint. This must be a truly magnificent person to tame you so well." Valerie played up her surprise and rubbed the fake cat's chin. "We may assist you in your quest for a small fee of course..." Valerie said as she opened her mouth to reveal her sharp fangs, the message being very clear.
This cat was a sublime dish just waiting to be tasted.
Sakura
Sakura flicked her master's nose. "Come now, is it really proper to try to feed on someone the first time we meet? You're going to scare the cute itty bitty guardian of the forest away."
Sakura began to scratch Sage just above her honches, digging her fingers into all of the best places.
Thorra
"No, no, it's fine. I'm enjoying the gentle breeze just fine." Thorra replied. "I get it, fusing with another can be pretty intense. If I'd had a better way of ascertaining the truthfulness and trustworthiness of your people I'd have used that instead—and don't worry. I couldn't see anything past the very surface."
Thorra gave Lirazel a comforting squeeze. "I won't deny it—as a weapon, I long for the feeling of being used well by those who are worthy. I'm sorry for forcing it upon you."
Sage
Sage-kitty let out a hiss of disdain at the sudden mockery, and the perverse interest in consuming her. She squirmed about in Sakura's grip as though to leave, but then the good scritching left her slowly relaxing again. "I am no creature's meal - nor will I allow you to mock a sacred covenant made in good faith!"
She hissed some more, but couldn't stop purring much either. After a moment of that she let out a drawn out 'meooooow.' She looked up at Sakura. "Eruraviel will hear of your wisdom, she of great pettings."
Lirazel
Lirazel listened quietly, her ears twitching beneath her hood as she received the earnest sincerity of Thorra's words. By the end she permitted one of her hands to seek the hammer's own. "Very well." A smile was conveyed by her voice even though her face could not be seen. "When next the time comes, and it is appropriate, I shall wear something more suited to the occasion."
Sakura
Sakura stood her ground, and again shook her head. "I lust for only the highest quality of blood, but it's a gift which should be given willingly." Her fangs had begun to elongate as she could smell the delectable treat flowing through Sage. "This mighty kitty isn't in the bussiness of selling herself, and I think we should respect that."
Sage
The feline druid hissed once more at Valerie for her blatant provocations, but appeared to visibly restrain herself as Sakura spoke soothing words of respect. "I may, perhaps, gift you with a taste of what you seek upon deliverance of aid in my quest - if after I do not find you tedious and unbearable, mew."
With that being said, she pointed a fuzzy tail in the direction of a visibly baffled elven man, Amras from before, who was even now approaching. He said, "H-Hail, travelers - more of you? That is to say, forgive me my hasty approach, but have you seen a strange bird pass?"
Lirazel
Her shoulders shook for a moment in obvious mirth. "If I were to unwrap the adornments of your handle, I suspect you would feel similarly... discomforted." Lirazel whistled, and her horse began trotting along again at a much slower pace than before. "Some things are best only seen by a few."
After a few moments the elven maiden responded again. "It is nearing the time when the Night will march upon us in force once more. You have come at a fortuitous time, if you intend to lend us aid!"
Thorra
"I do, I do!" Thorra cooed almost akin to a small child excited at the prospect of going to the amusement park. "Tell me more—about this night, about your kingdom, about everything!" But then, she chuckled. "And no, I wouldn't mind too much. You might not have noticed, but I don't have um, any concerns about your mortal senses of decency. I've never really gotten it, personally."
Valerie
Valerie sighed yet she didn't address Sakura directly, she merely continued the conversation with the Elf. "If you could spare us some simple lodging that would be quite lovely. Especially for my companion, she needs to learn that you simply cannot ridicule the great hunt and expect free handouts in return. Perhaps some hardship will finally burn that spoiled nature of hers away."
She couldn't even find the will correct the incorrect way this guide had addressed their relationship. If she was gonna behave like a brat then she should simply be treated like one.
"If you keep this nonsense up then I will have no choice but to spank you in front of the whole royal court. And do not take this as idle threat, I spanked over a hundred Elves last I visited." Ah that was a good memory, many young maidens swooned for her exalted grace back then, it was quite the scandal.
And this time she was dressed even more provocatively than back then. Perhaps the Queen would panic when she heard of her arrival, or perhaps it would happen when she laid eyes on her. Either way that was amusing scene she couldn't wait to partake in.
Lirazel
And then Lirazel started talking, allowing her horse to rest in a slower yet steady walk as the urgency of the moment passed. "Our people settled here, in the Valley of Forever Fall, thousands of Turns ago. The first Queen knew that this was where we could discharge our ancestors' sacred duty - to stop the Lord of Night from every returning to ravage the lands from whence you arrived." Her angelic voice had become stern, yet retained the softness of a school teacher who had no use for yelling. "But the Queen knew too that she would give her very life to prevent His return, and that it would take time for her daughter to take up the duty in her place. Since then our people have prepared for war with the monstrous denizens of Night, beyond the Burning Mountains, until the next Queen is ready to take up her mother's duty. Everyone here has readied themselves from childhood, no matter their careers, to offer their lives in battle against this foe."
She paused, either for dramatic effort or because it impacted her in some deep way to speak of these things.
"The Queen's time grows short. He will return, soon, at the head of an army a thousand years in the making." A hesitant sigh escaped her chest. "I fear even your great power could not stand before the Dark Lord in victory alone."
Valerie
Valerie sighed yet she didn't address Sakura directly, she merely continued the conversation with the Elf. "If you could spare us some simple lodging that would be quite lovely. Especially for my companion, she needs to learn that you simply cannot ridicule the great hunt and expect free handouts in return. Perhaps some hardship will finally burn that spoiled nature of hers away."
She couldn't even find the will correct the incorrect way this guide had addressed their relationship. If she was gonna behave like a brat then she should simply be treated like one.
"If you keep this nonsense up then I will have no choice but to spank you in front of the whole royal court. And do not take this as idle threat, I spanked over a hundred Elves last I visited." Ah that was a good memory, many young maidens swooned for her exalted grace back then, it was quite the scandal.
And this time she was dressed even more provocatively than back then. Perhaps the Queen would panic when she heard of her arrival, or perhaps it would happen when she laid eyes on her. Either way that was amusing scene she couldn't wait to partake in.
Thorra
Thorra held onto Lirazel as they rode, listening silently with the rapt attention of an eager student. The faint smell of ozone grew slightly more intense as Lirazel told her of their ritualistic sacrifice to seal the ancient evil—this was the first hint she'd been able to hear of the mythos of the Nexus, and it reminded her of her own inevitable demise.
It was relieving that such a fate did not seem to upset Lirazel. At the least, she seemed to be accepting. "I fear you are correct, Lira. I would not be able to singlehandedly defeat an evil as you are describing. Such an endeavor would be a tremendous enough deed to trigger my apotheosis—in other words, an impossibility. However..." Thorra wrapped her large hand around Lirazel's own. "I'm well known to meddle in affairs where I do not belong. And I'm foolish enough to be able to spurn fear and stand up for what is right and good. The threat of certain doom would not deter me from standing beside you and perishing together to protect your kingdom. You are a worthy wielder, and I will stand beside you in your quest."
Valerie
She was going to spank her regardless if she was a good or naughty, all that would determine would be how hard she went at it. Even so Dakura rushing over to walk beside her at least spoke for her willingness to amend. It was a start, which is why she didn't verbally reprimand her for not walking the proper half step behind her as she ought to during an official visit.
Valerie was her King before she was anything else, it didn't matter how she may allow Sakura to treat her in bed, that fact would never change. That emotion flowed strongly through their bond and she would never allow one of her own to talk back to her in public, to do so was to shame the whole nation. Outwardly they were indomitable, a unified will and she wouldn't allow one cute vampire lass to ruin that image.
"Actually I have changed my mind. Take us to where you accommodate visitors of stately business. We are here regarding urgent and confidential matters."
Lirazel
A sigh, for once all too mundane and lacking in lilt and lyric, tragically escaped from Lirazel's lips as she covered Thorra's own comforting hand with her opposite one. She trusted her horse to stay steady, clearly, in the absence of a grip on the reins. Her voice, so soft and low, was clearly not intended for others to overhear. "Well, at least one sacred weapon approves of my hands." But then, straightening her posture and getting some energy back to her, she lifted her held hand up to Thorra's sight. "You know, it's usually not the hammer holding on in a time of need. Thank you, Thorra."
And then, she gave her horse a little nudge with her ankles, and they picked up some speed again.
"But I have no intention of either of us dying in this!"
Soon, atop a hill overlooking the great alabaster-hued walls of the royal city, in the shadow of the Star Tower, they came into sight of another great crown of spires peeking out from a beneath cloak of green leaves and blue rose vines. A sort of slanted, almost organically rounded enclosure molded itself about the great perimeter, and as they came closer they were greeted further by another youthful pair of elves with ears seemingly shorter, less pronounced, proceeding down the hill upon a horse-drawn cart covered with some manner of smooth beige tarp.
Lirazel drew her hood up further over her head, but Thorra herself was too mesmerizingly strange a presence not to draw their attention. They did a visible double take, and whispered in a much too loud way, "She's returned with - who is that?"
The younger of the two, a much younger boy compared to the auburn-haired young lady steering the cart, stood up and waved frantically. "Good morning, your Highness!"
Outed so, the elven maiden Thorra was riding with lifted her hand in greeting. "Good morning Callon, Nienna. Please, do not stop on my account. My guest has had a long journey."
Valerie
She was going to spank her regardless if she was a good or naughty, all that would determine would be how hard she went at it. Even so Dakura rushing over to walk beside her at least spoke for her willingness to amend. It was a start, which is why she didn't verbally reprimand her for not walking the proper half step behind her as she ought to during an official visit.
Valerie was her King before she was anything else, it didn't matter how she may allow Sakura to treat her in bed, that fact would never change. That emotion flowed strongly through their bond and she would never allow one of her own to talk back to her in public, to do so was to shame the whole nation. Outwardly they were indomitable, a unified will and she wouldn't allow one cute vampire lass to ruin that image.
"Actually I have changed my mind. Take us to where you accommodate visitors of stately business. We are here regarding urgent and confidential matters."
Thorra
"Sure do. I'm not just any ordinary hammer—I can do tricks, and I can even give love advice!" The tall blond chuckled, wrapping her arms and legs around Lirazel to fully embrace the troubled princess. She rested her chin on the elf's head and gently kissed her. Despite her size, Lirazel felt little to no weight to her ephemeral body formed out of the clouds. It was a soft gentle embrace that didn't feel claustrophobic at all. "Fear not—this is not the place I shall die. We shall come out victorious just as you say."
As they approached the castle, Thorra disentangled herself from Lirazel and simply pressed herself against the elf's back, holding onto her stomach as she rode alongside her. She flipped her long hair with brilliant flourish, sparks arcing down her nude form. Her blond hair seemed to glow with the power of the sun, and she made sure to show off the subtle rounding of her ears. "My name is Thorra, daughter of Mjolnir. A guest from the divine realm of Valhalla." The act alone was enough to inspire awe in the lesser folk.
Wherever she was talking about, Thorra seemed perfectly at home in such a fancy and luxurious abode. Despite its beauty, it paled in comparison to the palace of the gods.
Lirazel
"You speak as if fate has already ordained your end." Despite the great affection and softness draped upon her ever youthful form, Lirazel's soft and steady voice could tear the heart with sorrow. But she did not persist in such a melody over long, and she straightened in her saddle to present a most regal of figures. "Perhaps so - but not without my blade to stand against it too."
Upon their arrival then, greeted as they were by the now-revealed royal maiden and then by Thorra herself, the two upon their carts whistled their horses to a full stop, and set themselves down upon the road that they might not stand taller than Lirazel herself. The boy, Callon, seemed all too eager to approach, but had the hand of the older girl upon his shoulder. "Wow! Is 'Valhalla' a place from past the mists?!"
Nienna, the older of the two, placed another hand upon the boy's head and ruffled his fine hair so. "Easy, boy." But her eyes were enrapt with the scene before her as well, of the princess and her magnificent guest together. "You know that cannot be - only Lowborn live in the mists!" It was a gentle chiding, well meant.
Lirazel herself allowed a lyrical laugh to escape her throat, and she covered her lips with her hand as if to preserve her impeccable elegance. "Ah, but little Callon is correct - I ask that you keep this to yourselves, for a time. She has had a long journey, and I wish to give her an opportunity to rest before presenting her to the Queen."
Callon laughed a lot more, and wrapped his arms around his - sister? Someone older, related, perhaps. He looked at Thorra and beamed. "Wow!"
Amras
The elf blinked, and opened his mouth as though to question, but after a moment thought better of such things. "It is... as you speak then, yes. I shall lead you to the shadows of the Star Tower, and there the Queen's honored servants shall see to your accommodation." Amras' voice was a touch more guarded now than in the past, that earnest and open enthusiasm tempered by something else. "A moment, please, while I acquire a means of conveyance for you - lest you be forced to walk."
Thorra
The statuesque pale giantess hopped off of her horse with gentle grace surpassing even that of Lirazel. The soft curves of her body trembled as she stood up to her full seven foot tall height. She loomed over the smallfolk and looked down upon them with a gentle half-grin. She crouched down to Callon's full height and pressed soft lips against his forehead, repeating the gesture with his elder sister. "I hail from far beyond the mists, from beyond even this world." She replied, smiling gaily at the two before standing up and offering Lirazel her palm. "Shall we, Milady?"
Valerie
"That is hardly a concern of ours. In such a situation I would simply have my trusted vassal carry me onwards." On second thought perhaps that was the ideal reprimand for her childe. Sakura should princess carry her the rest of the way to Star Tower as her penance. Such an extended task would surely teach her the respect that her King ought to be treated with.
This desire grew firmer and firmer, until it started leaking over the bond, giving Sakura an idea or more of a feeling of what Valerie wanted her to do. Now would Sakura pay attention and carry out her silent order? That was quite the exciting prospect for her, Valerie had never been carried in such a way by another girl before.
Thorra
The nude giantess gently waved at what felt like each and every one of them, tugging at the heartstrings of the old and the young, straight or otherwise, of all genders. Her soft body's gentle trembling sent soft pangs of lust throughout all who beheld her, leaving them with but one question to debate.
Was the princess a fairer woman, or this exotic and interesting outsider? The halls would be abuzz with this debate for months to come.
She grabbed Lirazel's hand and raised their entwined fists up into the sky, imbuing her chosen wielder with both the power of flight and the thunder god. Electricity ran down both of their bodies in a tremendous show of silent force.
Lirazel
The youthful and elderly alike let out sounds of unfettered awe, raising their hands in witness to the great crackling force that defied the nature of Melody, yet did not insult it in doing so. Those more timeless, less caught by the chains of aging, held their hands together at the auspicious sign. Lirazel herself flushed, and very gently and subtly brought their joined hands back down to their sides. "Thank you, everyone. I must apologize, for our guest, Thorra, has come from a great distance, and I would see her receive all the hospitality she is due for her effort in coming to us."
She smiled, and the populace spread to give the pair space as they continued to walk toward Lirazel's verdant tower.
It was a rounded sort of interior, with two staircases branching off from the gate which had folded up into the walls at Lirazel's approach, and then returned to seal behind them as they stepped inside. The ground floor was warm in a literal sense, a series of soft golden flames hanging from crystalline spheres from a ceiling that was inevitably the floor of the next level up. Directly ahead appeared to be some manner of dining hall, with a long table molded from the same material as the building itself, set with chairs. It was overlooked by whatever was on the second floor...
Actually, everything seemed to be all molded as a flowing, single piece of the overall structure save for the chairs and some of the various enamelware and ceramic pieces set about.
The elven maiden released Thorra's hand, and turned to face her with a smile. "Welcome to my home, Thorra. I hope you will like it."
Thorra
"Ahh~" Thorra cried out as Lirazel stroked her simple corded shaft. The metal was unlike anything from this world, pulsing with power and beating with the life of the woman sitting ever more listlessly across from her in a fascimile of life.
"You won't have to worry about that with me—it's a well known fault of mine. I'll treat you the same, no matter your station in life or the appropriateness of my decorum." A gentle shock ran up Lirazel's arm, focused around her wrist and hand as if Thorra was squeezing them.
"I'm a wandering daughter of the trickster god, a free spirit who doesn't have a place of true belonging except with the people she cares about."
Lirazel
"If you did that, I would need an entirely new wardrobe." The princess smoothed out her dress with her free hand. "Have no concern - they will cease quickly once I make clear the aid you have rendered us, and that you are a friend to me." Then she blinked, seemingly in confusion.
"Whatever happened to your companion, the horned woman for whom you undertook the great journey to us originally?"
Amras
The sight left Amras staring, visibly bewildered yet doing an admirable job in minimizing just how much so. Then, he turned to face the road and not the pair of vampires, or the field hospital off to the side, or the great wall from whence they'd come. "I suppose, then, that I shall be walking with you. It will be a considerable distance by foot, and so I pray for your patience in enduring this choice."
He began marching along, and with only a brief glance to see if they were following, he proceeded on.
The sun rose ever higher in the daybroken sky. A white cat followed in their wake.
The Approach to Castle Town
It was a fortunate matter that for all that the great white road between the Path of Dawn and the distant Star Tower had not shifted an inch since Valerie's last visit to Endien it was even more pristine and well kept than before, the hardships of war washed away by the alluring gleam of enchantment. The path whispered the subtlest harmonies to Sakura's acute mystical senses, easing their passage and washing away the idle woes of weariness that came with foot travel. Sage, the cat, could hardly help herself in sniffing at the edges of the road, but also seemingly refused to step foot on it and instead trotted her way through the soft and flowing grasses that crunched here and there with the leaves of trees quickly left behind.
They passed several villages along the way, each built such that the land accentuated their presence and their simple elegance. Tasteful hues of gold, orange, and red predominated. The elves they passed, some with longer ears and others with shorter, some visibly aged or youthful and others with a timeless beauty, were all in the midst of preparations for some manner of conflict. They drilled with spears, swords, and bows. They sang rousing songs of battle, and brought forth with grace all manner of magic. Children played flutes and strung harps by gardens to coax forth their fruits.
They were greeted, of course, by those with the time to spare for such. Amras handled the brief introductions at each village, and as they passed he and they were offered drinks and food of exquisite quality for the road. Craftsmen took one look at their attire, and attempted to ply them with some of the finest shoes either had ever seen to see them on their journey. Sage caught mice, which seemingly dissolved into her mouth.
The great walls of Castle Town, as it translated from the tongue of the Highborne for Sakura's ears, grew ever larger. They could feel the great weight of eons of enchantment beginning to layer into place, one step after another, assessing and welcoming them. The regard of the one who waited for them in the Star Tower rested on their shoulders.
Then at last, as the sun made its far across the horizon from its eastern start, Valerie and her entourage arrived at a much larger, more fortified settlement at the foot of the great hill upon which the capital resided. Amras raised a hand as if to present it, and its open gates, and its glimmering townhouses, to his guests. "We have arrived where all foreign visitors of status are expected to remain until granted access to the capital. And to rest after that long walk." He nodded to both of them. "Her Majesty is, of course, aware of your presence - preparations are... likely being undertaken to greet you properly."
Thorra
"Sage is not one for being indoors—right now, she's exploring the city on her own terms." Thorra replied. "In other words, I'm not entirely sure what she's up to—or what she's thinking, most of the time. She adores her elven princess—not you, someone else."
Lirazel
Lirazel blinked, and tilted her head to the side, and then blinked again. "Another... princess?" Her lips moved a few times as the wheels of her mind visibly turned. "Are you implying there is - some other land of Highborne blood out there, in the lands of dawn?"
Her voice grew more excited as she spoke, those same lips curving all the more upward.
Thorra
"Yes, although I caution that she may not be exactly the same sort of elf as you are—as you are an elf of no degree similar to those which I myself had previously encountered." Thorra replied. The hammer suddenly lifted itself up with electromagnetic forces and turned as if to look into Lirazel's deep eyes.
"We should journey throughout what you call the land of dawn together!" She suggested excitedly. "Perhaps you need to embark on an epic quest to solve the woes that face your people! That would seem to be the most reasonable explaination to me!"
Lirazel
"You can fly?" That seemed to be the part that really made Lirazel's eyes bright, and not just because they were reflecting the electrical charge coursing over Thorra's metal head. But then the rest of the hammer's words reached her, and the princess' face slowly fell. "To be so free... I have not told you all of what is to come, I suppose."
She withdrew her hands to her lap, and rested them there togther whilst closing her eyes.
"My mother is due to pass, soon."
Sage
A soft, squeaky 'huff' could be just barely be made out despite the melodic background music that comfortably settled into the scene. Valerie soon felt the cat in question clawing her way up and around her body until glorious white fluffiness was within sight for both of them once again. She started to knead at the spot, making it extra comfy, and let out a rumbling purr as she settled down there looking at her. "Very well. You are wonderfully comfortable like this. It is a shame you are a king, and not a proper princess, or I would kidnap you for such coziness."
Sage
"Life is always in motion, always changing - but the cycles remain as they have in the beginning. Variations on a pattern, devoted to a single purpose." The particularly talkative cat's speech was interrupted by yet louder purring as Valerie really took advantage of the situation at hand. Her fur was especially soft and smooth, perfectly pettable. She was very warm on top of the vampire's belly. "Ahh, but this is also good. Keep doing that."
That was until her face scrunched up in confusion. Consideration.
"But.... princesses become queens, do they not?" She looked up to Sakura. "Indeed, would not she be the princess to your queen, now?"
Lirazel
"I'm not even quite sure." Her pointed ears twitched, following Thorra's voice. "Strictly speaking, she should already be dead. When the princess of Endien becomes queen, her years are already numbered. I do not know how my mother has lasted longer than that, and I do not know for how much longer she can endure. She could last another hundred years longer than she should, or she could pass this evening and war would be upon us in an instant."
She picked at one of her fingernails with the other, and bit her lip in discontent.
"To take on such a journey now, uncertain?"
Valerie
Valerie kept petting the cat and even scratched her behind her ears. The fur just felt wonderfully against her and the sounds the cat was making in response were heavenly to listen to.
"No she is my guard and one of the people vying to be my mate. Any new princesses of my kingdom would have to be carried by me, unfortunately only the most virile of species stands a chance of conceiving with my kind, so you will have to wait to see that which you desire."
Then her smile turned more mischievous. "Besides if you claimed a King instead, you would not have to worry about maintaining my purity..."
Thorra
"Yes. The urgency makes it even more urgent. If the cycle remained functional, you would not be worrying so. I know well of them—as some point, Ragnarok shall come and the world shall be cleansed only to be reborn. Fate is not so easily changed. You'll have to look outside the box in order to break its chains."
Thorra paused for a moment, then continued with a greater sense of urgency. "If not now, when? When all is lost?"
Lirazel
The princess' breath caught in her throat, and her fingers moved to massage the front until the air escaped past her soft, pink lips. "You are... not wrong. There is no way out if I remain here." Her mouth thinned out into a line. "Mother will never permit it. I would be leaving without her sanction, most certainly. She may even try to stop me. But, if I do not go-"
Sage
"Huh. However, Eruraviel's example suggests to me that purity is a very minor element behind the mighty allure of princesses. Is my living example truly an anomaly in this regard?" Sage's head turned so that Valerie's fingers could properly pamper her twitchy ears as well. "Has my understanding of princesses been truly so flawed...?"
Sage
"Huh. However, Eruraviel's example suggests to me that purity is a very minor element behind the mighty allure of princesses. Is my living example truly an anomaly in this regard?" Sage's head turned so that Valerie's fingers could properly pamper her twitchy ears as well. "Has my understanding of princesses been truly so flawed...?"
Thorra
The hammer's body reached out and took Lirazel's hand. "I'm new here too, so you won't be alone. Sneaking our way out would be child's play with my abilities—and my draconic friend would surely wish to help were she to become aware of this tumult. Perhaps um, what's his name, Yamada? Perhaps he may have an idea."
Sakura
Sakura raised her eyebrow at the cat. "Your Eruraviel... Hmm... What sort of person is she?" Sakura asked. She tapped on Valerie's back, creating a small shadow familar which walked up and around Valerie's waist and turned itself into a pillow for the dragon-turned cat. Then, sure turned and grinned at Valerie. "And I'm not vying for it. I shall soon become your queen rather than simply your mate, my King."
Lirazel
Lirazel's eyes widened at the mention of that name. "You mean the Great Chief of the East, who fought beside the Firstborn of old?!" She closed her mouth tight, her lips pressed together, and then squeezed at Thorra's hand. "You speak truly, yes. It would be a grand opportunity indeed. However... I cannot do my mother the disservice of leaving without being forward regarding my intentions."
She stood then from her chair, long blonde hair spilling down her back like a curtain, and tightened her expression into one of determination. "Tomorrow I will introduce you to her, and make plain my desire."
The princess' free hand clenched into a fist.
"I will not allow my mother to die this way."
Sage
"She is my beautiful elven princess, of course, even if she has a horrible witch around her I need to get around to eating someday!" The arboreal feline's ears flattened at the profane recollection of that most perfidious creature Eruraviel kept the company of. "A wizard of great potential-!"
Someone, a red haired woman with short pointed ears left visible by her ponytail, wearing a dress of fine quality silk yet simple and uncomplicated design, made to approach the trio with a smile on her face. "Ah, you surely do not mean the great Princess Lirazel by your discussion, do you outlanders?" She looked them both over once, and then covered her mouth. "Oh my, such daring outfits too! But where are my manners?"
The woman bowed, even as Sage peered at her with renewed interest from atop her perch, and then looked up at them with an even brighter smile. "My name is Aerin, of House Aurë. Were you, perchance, looking for a certain establishment for guests of our land?"
Thorra
Thorra blinked with a look of mild confusion. "Hm? Ah, yes, him! I read online that he was really really old, so I thought he might be helpful! I guess you know him by another story, huh?" The hammer grinned sheepishly at Lirazel. She rubbed her hand against the back of her head and squeezed it back.
"Of course. And as the daughter of the trickster god, I'll make sure your escape is clean if she doesn't agree with you." Thorra squeezed the elven princess's fingers. "And I would love to know what you do around here. I'm severely lacking in local knowledge right now—it's almost as bad as my first time into the human world."
Lirazel
"Online...?" She shook her head, disregarding the word after a moment and instead focusing on Thorra's question with a twitch of the ears. "I would be more than happy to answer any of your questions. You are doing far more for me, and for my people, than I could ever possibly ask anyone after all."
And then she smiled. "And I will be needing your aid in navigating that same human world myself, when we leave."
Thorra
"Oh. Right. You're going to be in for a shock as to how the outside world works, aren't you?" Thorra rubbed her forehead and smiled. "You don't need to thank me so much, though. This is just how I am, I can't help but meddle where I don't necessarily belong."
Valerie
"Six out of ten, you can do better than that my loyal retainer. And you can start by answering a greeting
from foreign representatives by introducing us first and then yourself." She wasn't even gonna acknowledge the other statement Sakura had made in public. The dismissal of the royal bossom was a grave offense and one that irked her greatly. Her servant shouldn't ogle a mediocre Elf when she was her. She'd understand if it was real treat before then, but it wasn't.
"I hope that certain establishment comes with a selection of virgin Elves to corrupt to the ways of the scythe bearers." Subverting the whole Elven courting process and bagging them on the first date was definitely a pleasurable thrill. Her old conquests were probably unsatisfied since she left, considering no one around here had her raw passion.
Castle Town Visitor's Quarter
The woman who'd approached them flushed in some quite visible degree of shyness now. "A-Ah, well, you are hardly someone who requires an introduction here, your majesty." She wrung her hands together and smiled all the same. "There are many among our Highborne elders who remember your ways." She took a better look now at having Valerie's identity confirmed, at her current outfit and form. Her face got even redder. "In fact, my mother ah, spoke quite highly of you."
She bowed again, and turned as though to lead them. "Would you care to see your legacy, your majesty?"
Thorra
"Ehehe..." Thorra's musical laugh sounded discordant and uncomfortable. "Lira... you have it backwards. The human-dominated societies out there... they're far surpassing this one in terms of technological development. As wonderful as your kingdom is, it feels like home. It's stuck in the past, while the rest of reality moves on."
Thorra smiled sadly. "Whatever I say can't prepare you for what you'll see, but please be ready for a surprise."
Valerie
"I would certainly hope so, I invested a lot of effort into those girls, so I do hope they actually accomplished something or I will have to pound some discipline into them again." Was it her fault she ended up fucking every single student she had? No definitely not. They totally started it and she just indulged their fantasies. And it definitely wasn't her fault that some of them threw away betrothals over devotion to her.
"One day you too can have your own Elf harem and cuck the Highborne families Sakura, just follow her and the truth will unveil itself." Being carried around was so nice, she should do this more often.
Lirazel
The princess' eyes widened in no small measure of disbelief. "That is - unlikely to be the case. But so too do I not feel you would knowingly deceive me in this." She relaxed quickly, and stood from her seat while gently pulling Thorra's body up with her. "I will simply have to show you the wonders that my fair kingdom has to offer."
Sakura
Sakura grinned at Valerie. "I see no reason why we need to limit ourselves to the highborn, your majesty." She winked at the cute redheaded lowborn. "And I see no reason why I shouldn't start the process of gathering my elven wives today."
She followed the elf along, carrying Valerie at the perfect height to watch the woman's hips sway.
Thorra
"I would be honored to be proven wrong." Thorra's chest jiggled as she was pulled up in just the right way to send a pang of lust down Lirazel's spine. She towered over the elven woman and gently interlocked hands—hers was far larger though, almost half again the size of Lirazel's. "I think you'll find yourself telling me that I was right once we arrive in the realm of mortals, though."
Thorra
Thorra pulled in closer and hummed. "I want to see what you have to show me—I know scarely enough to make a reasoned judgement at what sorts of sights are best to see. Shouldn't one leave the guiding up to the locals?"
Valerie
"The highborn are the ones who actually look like Elves which was the whole reason for going here, and the taste so much better, you will understand once you have your first Sakura."
Then Valerie's attention turned to her old student, she'd handled things nicely here it looked like. If only she could dress better though, those breasts of her deserved more exposure. And they would get what they deserved, once Idril was one of her children
Valerie skipped out of the carry Sakura had on her but also made sure to gently put the shapeshifting Cat down so that she didn't offend it. Then she skipped right up to Idril as if she was about to hug her, only to kick at the head of the scythe launching both it and her student into the air.
Then she moved with an absurd grace that could make an ordinary Elf jealous and caught her student with one arm, and the falling scythe with the other.
"You have passed the test my cute Idril, this time I have returned to truly make you one of my own."
Thorra
Thorra's vast body glistened with electrical charge. Her chest gave a sensual show of trembling with each fake breath that Thorra took. She patted Lirazel on the shoulder with a hearty chuckle. "Hehe, I can, but I have no needs in that manner. My body is a cheap fascimile of the human form constructed from the thunder and clouds. I only eat or drink for pleasure."
She then ran an immense hand down Lira's arm, grasping their hands together and squeezing it. "What I would love is to be given a tour—and then be granted to share a drink with the pricess of Endien herself." Thorra flashed a charming toothy grin. "If that would be amenable to her."
Lirazel
"I would not call this," she emphasized her words with a squeezing hand of her own, "a cheap anything, Thorra. And I will gladly show you what lay within my piece of this kingdom." Lirazel began to lead her guest up the stairs of her home, that which hummed with the echoes of her melodies, and then further, up the spiraling staircase which seemed to have grown as a single piece from floor to the levels beyond.
The stairs continued up, and Thorra caught but a glimpse of the corridors and chambers beyond, but Lirazel gently pulled her up yet another, to what could only be the top. It was, the stairs aside, a more seamless and open space in comparison to the first two floors. It was gently rounded, with an airy dome filled with natural lighting from the sun. Upon its walls were adorned a multitude of works molded from metals and clays. Each appeared whole, and whispered a soft acknowledgement of their creator's presence. Some were simple pottery, while others were fine knives or bows or any manner of weapon. Barrel upon barrel of arrows found their place in a corner, while fresh materials sat in piles awaiting use. Mirrors, arranged and moved by mechanisms foreign to her senses, responded automatically to the shifting of shadows cast by their presence.
At the center of the chamber was a some manner of... forge?
But like none Thorra had ever seen before. Absent was an anvil for hammering, or a furnace for heat, or a vent for smoke. No, instead there were an assortment of instruments of the musical kind, and artfully crafted molds, and delicate precision tools. A barrel for water was there, yet it appeared all too fresh and rested next to a ladle for drinking. The princess looked quite pleased, if pink in the cheeks, to be showing her this space. "It is but a pale ember of the Bright Forge of Húro, itself a shade of its elder cousin, but it is mine. I do not... often bring others here."
Thorra
Thorra grinned back at Lirazel, interlocking the elf's elbow with her own as she was led up the stairs. She looked around with awestruck wonder at Lirazel's worksmanship, holding her mouth shut as to avoid looking like a country bumpkin to her.
When they arrived at the forge, she had only one thing to say.
"It's divine. Thank you for showing me this." She stepped forward and ran a finger along the outside, walking gently in a circle around it, doing her best to ignore the rising heat in her core. "So it's hear you breathe the breath of creation into these objects. Maybe one day you could honor me with your work."
Castle Town Visitor's Quarter
It spoke to the athletic potential of the Highborne, and of just how well Idril had kept up with Valerie's training for all these long centuries, that she managed to position herself in just such a way that she landed face up in the vampire king's arm instead of ending up as a sack of potatoes. With a daring smile, and a flippant tilt of her head, the ageless woman made a mockery of swooning. "Ah, such a promise you make to me, great teacher!"
Aerin seemed only somewhat impressed by what had taken place, and so was quick to find herself with arms full of fluffy white cat and a purple-haired youngster courting her shamelessly. The commoner still had the decency to blush. "Ahh, you do have my thanks. It can be hard not to... feel overshadowed by those so much more experienced than you." Her eyes were understanding as they met Sakura's.
As this took place, Idril's smile became far more sly. "But oh, if you wish to have me then I have quite the price this time!"
Lirazel
The elven princess bit her lip as she felt something welling up inside of her, breathing heavier until she swallowed it back down and took a deep, cleansing breath. "Then, if you are so willing I believe I will... 'have a go', as you call it." Lirazel wrapped her fingers around Thorra's haft with the utmost care of an expert craftsman, rather than the firm grip of one who intended to swing her about. Then, seating herself before the forge, she began to inspect her. Not just with her eyes, but by drawing her fingers delicately across her metallic head to feel for the slightest imperfections. "It must have been so long since you've been tended to."
Castle Town Visitor's Quarter
It spoke to the athletic potential of the Highborne, and of just how well Idril had kept up with Valerie's training for all these long centuries, that she managed to position herself in just such a way that she landed face up in the vampire king's arm instead of ending up as a sack of potatoes. With a daring smile, and a flippant tilt of her head, the ageless woman made a mockery of swooning. "Ah, such a promise you make to me, great teacher!"
Aerin seemed only somewhat impressed by what had taken place, and so was quick to find herself with arms full of fluffy white cat and a purple-haired youngster courting her shamelessly. The commoner still had the decency to blush. "Ahh, you do have my thanks. It can be hard not to... feel overshadowed by those so much more experienced than you." Her eyes were understanding as they met Sakura's.
As this took place, Idril's smile became far more sly. "But oh, if you wish to have me then I have quite the price this time!"
Thorra
"Hmmm~" The hammer replied. She placed her hand on Lirazel's shoulder. "Far too long since I had a professional's touch."
Valerie
Valerie didn't even let the Highborne Elf finish speaking before kissing her with a millenia of bottled up passion, like a raging sea it was all unleashed at once, the Vampire King ruthlessly took advantage of her nonexistent need to breath to prolong the kiss until Idril would be rendered breathless. Then and only then did she pull back.
"My young and oh so cute apprentice, did you think my past exploits was the true extent of my power? You still have much to learn Idril and no silly price will stop me, for you are already mine." Her piercing crimson eyes saw naught but Elf now, nothing else mattered in this moment than her claiming what was hers.
Lirazel
"I would hardly call myself a professional," the princess demurred between short, chest-heaving breathing exercises. Then she made a very distinctive throat-clearing sound. "I'm far too easy to convince to do this for free, apparently." She pulled out from a small crevice in her workspace a vial of some manner of transparent oil, poured a few drips onto the fingers of her left hand, and began to gently but firmly rub it into the spaces she'd felt for earlier.
Then Lirazel began to sing, softly and slowly, in a dialect of her people's tongue even Thorra could scarcely recognize. The divine hammer began to feel more divine with every note she hit, the stresses of battle and the looming shadow of her demise sliding off of her with the cleansing sound of her voice just as the princess' fingernails scraped the filth from her form.
Thorra
Thorra felt the grit of travel falling off of her; the weariness of the journey evaporating. She felt comforted by the song. "Ahh~ Never felt---anything like this before. I like the gentle healing of your song almost as much as the warmth of the forge and the beating of the hammer..."
Idril
The vampire's student was on her feet as though she'd been gently let down rather than abruptly released, and looked not at all bothered by it. Idril was instead grinning at the enthusiastic cheer that went up through the inn. "That's just the sort of bold claim I'd expect from you!" The older of the two redheads accompanying them took hold of her scythe again, and gave it a casual spin. "Very well. Defeat the Dark Lord, and I'll join you in eternal darkness as your bride. A fair trade for all."
Aerin
The younger of the redheads gave Sakura a playful push at that. "Y-Yes, I see where mother got it from now."
Thorra
She was quite good, a supremely talented smith. Her method was unique and her technique was flawless. Thorra let out a soft moan as the song seeped into her metallic form.
But, she knew that Lirazel still had a ways to go—she was not as skilled as the dwarvish smith who had forged her. The technique was only approaching perfection, it failed to exceed it and go beyond.
The princess felt a pair of breasts press against her head. Thorra's long arms draped around her shoulder. She reached down and grabbed ahold of her own shaft, running a finger down the length of it with a gentle hum.
Lirazel
It spoke of the princess' great concentration on the truth of Thorra that she did not miss a note merely because she was so intimately close in flesh rather than just spirit. But as the harp continued playing her ears twitched, and her breathing caught in her chest. "H-How do you feel? I've never had a chance to truly ask the weapons I shape this."
Valerie
"Sakura..." The blonde king spoke oh so sweetly as she walked in between with a stride of absolute confidence. " Perhaps you should inform me of when I ever gave you the right to interrupt me." Her tone grew deeper and deeper the closer she came. Then she suddenly spun around and faced Idril.
"And you Idril, being my student does not give you the right to refer to one of my one as Child of Man, have you lost your wits?" This was particularly insulting cause her kin were her children and she most definitely not of Mankind.
"This hot-headedness is precisely why I left Emilia in charge when we left. Who beats who is inconsequential for standing in my harem. There are members at home who could crush either of you depending on the match up. No if you two naughty little girls wish to impress me so, then take this fight to the bedroom and see who the dominant one is-"
Thorra
Thorra's chest settled against the back of Lirazel's head. They were gentle and almost weightless, and felt like two large soft clouds were pressed gently against her, embracing Lirazel without resistance. She could feel more things about Thorra's body, too. The impossible softness was her defining feature. It was easy to simply fall against her body and enjoy the comforting feeling. But also, she could feel its stillness. There was no heart beating within her body, no circulation, only the gentle hum of a generator within, an electric crackling within her just under her skin.
"Your music is subtle and healing." Thorra replied. "I've never had a gentler touch upon my metallic form. And I can feel your careful wishes washing over me, resonating throughout my form. I see now you're not just worthy of wielding me. You're a great smith in the making, and soon, you'll be able to reforge me once again..." Thorra hummed it out in her high pitched gentle tone. She crouched down and planted a gentle kiss against the back of Lirazel's ear. "I can also say this with confidence–it is not your fault–the great weapon of the heros must have run out of energy in its own right. You care far too much about us for it to be an issue of compatibility." Then, she testingly planted another kiss against the same spot, ready to stop at the first sign of discomfort or rejection.
Thorra
Lirazel felt Thorra's quiet giggle gurgle against her ear as Thorra continued to kiss at it. She slowly worked a circular pattern around its base, sucking on it for just a brief moment before moving to another spot on the elf's ear. "You're the hero of your own story. Don't get caught up in the details of the past—it obscures your sight of the future." Thorra muttered. She gently wrapped her left arm around Lirazel's waist, sliding the other one gently down the princess's shapely thigh. "You shouldn't wait for a hero who may or may not come. We should use each-other to refine our own strengths and compensate for one-another's weaknesses."
Thorra planted another, longer kiss against the same ear, pressing her mounds right up against Lirazel's back. She could feel Thorra's arousal pressing against her. Gentle sparks of electricity raced up her arm in the meantime, relaxing the princess's muscles with Thorra's rythmic ministrations. "You're one of my chosen wielders. That means you too have the capacity to be a hero."
Lirazel
The elven princess couldn't stay tense with all that energy running through her. Feeling someone grasp where she'd not permitted others to before, tasting hot breath against her skin, it was all so new. Most novel of all was hearing someone call her that, and having it be something that sent a fresh flush of heat through her rather than merely experience it as a reality.
She was blessed with beauty. It was a fact, a simple inevitability, a feature that every Princess of Endien possessed by virtue of her birth. For Lirazel, it was merely an empirical observation that others found cause to voice in one moment or another. There was nothing to take pride in about it, for all that it was proper she honor it as the gift it was. The difference here was, perhaps, why she leaned forward to meet Thorra in the middle between them.
"Mmm..." As she attempted to return the kiss she did so with far less zest and zeal, the hesitancy of inexperience and the gently tugging of her fingers in Thorra's hair respectfully requesting she not be overwhelmed.
Thorra
Thorra's more experienced lips gently met hers. Her tongue pilied at Lirazel's mouth, gently teasing it open. Her tongue carefully grazed against the front of Lirazel's mouth, making sure not to invade her virginal mouth too aggressively and to savor her taste. Meanwhile, Thorra reached behind her, gently untying the back of the woman's dress while continuing to knead at her ass.
"Nnnhhhnnn..." Thorra gently moaned, reaching to help Lirazel slip out of her clothes.
Sakura
Sakura somersaulted through the air and gracefully landed on her feet facing Idril. She flipped a brilliant purple curl accompanied by a gentle sparkle around her hair. With a graceful ease, she slipped out of her top which proceeded to disintegrate into her shadow and free up her bouncy breasts from their containment. It also have Idril a first chance to admire her figure—the toned musculature of her eight pac dominated her gut, and her feminine curves were accented by the masculinity of her hard definition.
"You need not worry about that—while I am quite hungry, feeding is a desirable part of coitus, for both me and my partner. There is no need to offer me charity." She grinned, baring her fangs at the elf. They were long, pointy, and sharp, befitting of a direct spawn of the Vampire King herself. Sakura sat down, her shadow morphing into a chair for her to sit upon. "I may be younger than you, but I am not to be trifled with." Sakura too seemed more relaxed, but every action she took, every word she spoke, had a sort of nobility to it that it had lacked in the heat of defending her honor in front of their respective lord.
"It will be I who walks out of that door, not you."
Idril
There was no hint of a stumble as the two were deposited abruptly in one of the luxurious side rooms, with a truly magnificently sized bed. As soon as the door was open and Valerie's attention turned away from it, Idril seemed to relax. It was just the slightest of cues, her ears twitching and her shoulders losing a small measure of their tension. She held a finger up between herself and Sakura as if to urge her to wait. "You truly have come a long way. Tell me, when is it that you last fed, young childe of Valerie? I will not defeat you at any less than your best."
Sage
As soon as the vampire king was done with setting her students up for that, a familiar cat began rubbing against her ankles with a loud motor purr.
Everyone else was busy gossiping and dancing, casual displays of minor magics filling the air with song once more.
Sage
The cat's hackles were up, hair of great white softness now standing on edge in sharp and predatory readiness as her eyes unblinkingly focused on Valerie and her sudden movements. Everyone around them had frozen up as well, the tension in the air and Valerie's own open display of hostility provoking them to stillness. After a moment Sage let out a huff through her little kitty nose.
"I know nothing of what or whom you speak, or why I would work for anything but my own quest." Her words were slower now, more guarded than before. "Though I commend you for realizing my true nature in the end."
Sage
"My encounter with you and your spawn was mere happenstance." A decidedly unfeline huffing sound continued to escape from Sage's decidedly feline nose. "I came to this land with another, who abandoned me to galivant with some manner of physician, in order to seek a remedy for an ailment for one of my spawn. You were simply heading in the direction I wished to go when you arrived after me."
Valerie
"You came all this way for some magical remedy? Would not Columbia or the Campus have been less of a hurdle to visit? This place is not even the center of magical learning, not anymore. Yeah you hear that?"
The blonde vampire turned to face the onlooking crowd, addressing the Elves themselves. "While you squander away your splendors the humans innovate freely and without restraint. They have already long surpassed you in industrial output, and soon even your qualitative advantages will wither away, your nation is falling one way or the other."
Valerie
"And playing at being a cat is necessary to acquire it?" Valerie shook her head mirthfully. If the Dragon wanted to play charades then she would entertain the machinations of the beast. It's not like she would be able to fool anyone important with that form of hers anyways. Right now there was something far more pressing to deal with.
"And no Aerin, this is where the fun begins...." Her smile turned predatory as her fangs made themselves known, with a glinting presence. " I must have gone far too easy on you all last time, I see thar now as sure as the guiding light of Luna. You children thoroughly dissapoint me. Release your passion, what are you waiting for? How am I supposed to step on your balls if you lack any in the first place?"
Folainluc
If one could hear the workings of the knight's mind, then the speeding gears that were turning inside would likely compel most people to cover their ears. He still blocked for himself the sight of the pair, but they saw his mouth stretch into a knowing smile in spite of the awe that occupied him.
"I jest, I jest!" Folainluc said, waving his other hand apologetically. "But it's a serious commitment then. Now I really must hear everything! I had given for lost that my lady would ever entangle herself so deeply with anyone until her awaited hero arrived, but fate seems to be smiling today. Ah, I should leave you to compose yourselves, excuse me!"
He started walking backwards to the outside of the forge with a spring to his step.
Sage
"It does not interfere with my efforts." But, seeing that Valerie had quickly lost interest in Sage the false feline took that opportunity to slip silently away to elsewhere. "Although associating further with you may make up the difference!" Well, almost silently.
Valerie's rebuttal would be inevitably drowned out by the sound of the revelers beginning to draw their weapons in concert. But Aerin herself, holding a hand to her chest and scowling in dismay, suddenly raised her hands up high. "Wait! Please, hold." She had placed herself between Valerie and the others - the ones who weren't aiming at the vampire from behind - and turned her pretty young head back and forth to look at them all. "Should we not... wouldn't it be better to take this outside?"
That brought the outraged elves up short. Aerin looked to Valerie herself and asked, "What say you?"
Valerie
"You are right...."
The continuation of her sentence was as swift as she was brutal, because just as Aerin had turned around to face her, the Vampire King's foot met her face and launched her through the nearest window.
"And that is why you go first. Now, who would like to go next?" She addressed the crowd of Elves with a jovial tone as if she hadn't just kicked someone out through the window. "If you would be so kind to come all once I would greatly appreciate it. I do so hope at least one of you is worthy of my time."
She couldn't wait to sink her fangs into some prime elven meat. Ah the nostalgia. She oh so hoped some brave warrior would step up and try to put her in her place, those truly were the fun ones. Idril had been like that before she claimed her.
Thorra
The nude giantish woman rolled over onto her belly like a cat, kicking her legs into the air and resting her chin against balled fists. Electricity crackled through her messy blond hair, unkempt yet perpetually untangled. Even in such a lazy and childish position, she was absolutely stunningly gorgeous.
"Mmhhh? Can't I just wear what I always do? I hate dressing up in those uncomfortable and constraining wrappings when I can avoid it. This body's just a puppet, anyway. Who would want to put a hammer in a dress? It'd be so weird..."
Valerie
"You are right...."
The continuation of her sentence was as swift as she was brutal, because just as Aerin had turned around to face her, the Vampire King's foot met her face and launched her through the nearest window.
"And that is why you go first. Now, who would like to go next?" She addressed the crowd of Elves with a jovial tone as if she hadn't just kicked someone out through the window. "If you would be so kind to come all once I would greatly appreciate it. I do so hope at least one of you is worthy of my time."
She couldn't wait to sink her fangs into some prime elven meat. Ah the nostalgia. She oh so hoped some brave warrior would step up and try to put her in her place, those truly were the fun ones. Idril had been like that before she claimed her.
Lirazel
Lirazel shook her head even as her flush grew brighter. "It is very important that nobody can so freely see you except m- ah, that is to say only in the appropriate circumstances." The princess carefully moved about, taking in the hammer and her aforementioned puppet body in the corner of her vision always, and made as if to do something with the covering they had availed themselves of previously. Somewhere along the way she acquired a needle. "You may consider that form to be but a shell, but it is still a part of you others will sing of in praise! I will have them do so for the right reasons."
Speaking of singing, she began to move her needle about through the fabric whilst flitting about the room, collecting bits and pieces of material and widgets as she went along. Her voice began to hum out from within her throat, filling Thorra's ears and causing the linens to begin changing before her eyes. It was a waltz of weaving held before the weapon's eyes alone.
It would be impossible to track time were it not for the passage of the sun's light through the finely colored glass. It was a sight that ended only with Lirazel's dance coming to an end by Thorra's side, and a finished product being dropped upon her head with a triumphant "Hmmph!"
Valerie's Lesson
The bloodstains on Valerie's footwear were obvious to those who looked once she finished knocking the redheaded commoner through a window like that. It spoke well of them that despite the outrageous brutality the vampiric monarch had displayed they came at her with a semblance of discipline, all hard-eyed stares and unsettling silence while they surrounded her from all directions in rows with whatever weaponry they could have at the ready. There were just enough gaps between them that missed attacks wouldn't hurt their comrades, and where most opponents trying to weave their way through them would just leave themselves open to opportunism.
It also gave time for the ones up on the higher levels to start singing.
Idril
Idril was bare as the day she was born, all scarred tan muscle and intrigued smirks until she heard that much. A deep throated chuckle escaped her, and she began to clench her fists in excitement. Long tapered ears twitched. "I made the mistake of challenging her for her bravado and licentious arrogance and found myself... similarly propelled. I was not the only one - just she who got up and tried again."
Sakura
Sakura chuckled. She stepped out of her magical panties and dropped them loosely on the floor, allowing her immense member to snap up to attention. She wrapped her hand around the base of it and felt the gentle throb of her heartbeat through the smooth skin. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, allowing her perky tits to be put onto full display for the delectable elven woman.
"Heh. I'm strong, no doubt, but she's definitely still on another level compared to me. I don't think she's even a little serious out there—probably just killing some time and teaching some sort of lesson to your progeny while I fuck your brains out."
Sakura grinned, reaching up and tweaking one of her nipples. The woman's bare body was a magnificent specimen of a bodybuilder. Each and every muscle had been lovingly and carefully trained and crafted to near-perfection, a state of affairs locked into place forever by her vampiric genes. The purple-haired second heir of the Edelfeldts sauntered on over to the elf sitting on the bed, before slapping the tip of her cock against Idril's forehead playfully. "So, how'd you do? Do you think the you now could beat her?"
As much as fucking and drinking from a full-blooded elf appealed to her, the greater part of Sakura's being would rather be wrestling this woman into submission first, fighting her with everything she had and defeating her in that manner first. This was like eating only the gravy on top of the mashed potatos, and ignoring what really made it delicious.
Valerie
Ah how commendable, to think that these Elves were so disciplined that they would assume such a brilliant formation. But before the Vampire King it would do no good, no it would be what spelled out their doom. For they were facing one who had braved the unknown and unlocked the final secret of indoor fighting. It was only something a master of unorthodox battle styles could ever hope to comprehend, and it would know shatter the minds of all these Elves.
Combined with the teaching bestowed upon her by the great master himself, the cherished flow of life would invigorate the wood, and flourish beyond even the limits of Elven craft. And with it's massive size their formation meant naught for she would sweep them all aside with a few swings of her newly brandished weapon.
These fools were now up against the sacred art of Tablekwondo.
Folainluc
His hurried footsteps came back into earshot of the princess and her companion with timely aplomb. Elfglass and fine porcelain clattered as he emerged from the last stretch of the rise, but not one thing spilled or fell off in the hasty manuevers. And no sooner had he made the last of the stairs, did Folainluc raise higher the silver tray he brought and unfolded wheeled legs from under it, setting it on the floor so he could simply push it. The wheels made no sound as the set of delicacies and refreshments was brought to them, but the knight had to pause when it came the time to look upon them, and smiled with due consideration a second later.
"Here we are, my ladies!" He said, bringing the tray to a halt. A colorful grouping of desirable snacks stood out for them, such as delicate, sugar-sprinkled treats like flower petals, grape-sized fruits by a bowl of fluffy cream, flat, caramel-colored biscuits, tea of a blend exclusive to making of the Houses of Endien, and a honeyed, refreshing nectar drink in a crystalline container.
Not willing to stop there, he pulled chairs along for each of them before beginning the conversation proper as he inquired with his eyes how to begin plating their choices. "So, Miss Thorra, I am given to understand you played a rather flashy part on the walls! Before anything else, though I'm certain the princess has already impressed upon you the significance of your deeds, please, accept my thanks in looking out for our soldiers. Any one life your contribution saved means more than I can express."
He managed with no small effort to not gawk as he addressed her.
Valerie's Lession
Certainly, none of them had expected Valerie to produce such a potent example of powerful improvisation with which to pummel them. It spoke admirably of a few of the most nimble of Highborne that they were able to leap over the first swing, or slide beneath the second, but the majority of commoners and those who had been further in the back and unable to properly perceive the threat were knocked into the well appointed walls and windows like chaff on the wind. The only ones who were unaffected stood still upon the upper levels, and finished weaving their Melodies of woe!
Valerie's position, or more pointedly her abominable furniture-weapon, were struck by a barrage of high powered elemental fury.
Folainluc
He averted his eyes of course, and concerned himself with setting the princess's favorites on a plate. "I don't know what you could mean, my lady," he answered, offering a wry smile. But when it came to the other woman's words, his brows climbed subtly up his forehead as towards a foreign curiosity. "Pardon me, but wielder? Might this be some parlance from your home for a warrior of renown sworn or aligned with a particular personage? You do match the part, speaking as a hero like it were a simple thing, standing here in the confidence of Princess Lirazel."
Folain's gaze drifted between Lirazel and Thorra.
Idril
"Were she to combat my fellows in any true earnest, then I expect the building would already have been leveled by their whole hearted efforts to swallow her in the full measure of Highborne might. Most of them would die." Idril said as such with a subtle shrug to her shoulders, but her sight never left her 'opponent.'
The elven warrior's eyes fluttered a moment as she found herself struck by the sheer size of what Sakura was packing. She murmured something softly in her native tongue, sweet to Sakura's ears but beyond her ability to grasp. The purple-haired vampire could hear her taking a long, searching whiff of her, and her eyes crinkling immediately after. "The Great Teacher of a thousand years ago? That is an opponent I am confident I have surpassed. The one of now?"
She did not dignify the notion with further response. A calloused fingertip pressed it oh so slightly to the left so that she could see with both of her eyes. "When was the last time you washed this?"
Thorra
Thorra laughed. A boisterous guffaw echoed melodiously through the forge. Thorra sat up and slid into her battle panties, affixing the silvery coverings over her breasts. She crossed her legs and then reached under the blanket, pulling out herself and lazily lobbing herself over towards Lirazel. "No, my wielder is my wielder." The fine tunic Lirazel had made was tossed over as well. "Why don't you show him our bond, so he stops misunderstanding once and for all?"
Sakura
Sakura chuckled. "I have been traveling for many days to visit this place with my King. Does the smell offend you?" Sakura reached down and grabbed onto the tips of Idril's ears with both hands, carressing the foreign objects with her thumbs, pressing into them and feeling the hard cartilage...
Her salty nuts hung right in front of Idril's face, each the size of an apple, dangling obscenely between her shapely thighs. Sakura continued teasing her, pressing them right up against the elder woman's face with a soft hum.
In the background, they heard the unfortunate fate of the table, and the elves who had unfortunately decided to challenge an unstoppable force...
Idril
A soft hum of appreciation escaped Idril's throat, a flush running up her ears toward her tips, even as she brought a finger up to poke at the tip of the monstrosity pressing against her face. "She must have found quite the steed to take the two of you to the Path of Dawn so swiftly. Trust me when I say - the stench of battlefields makes enduring this a simple matter." Sakura felt the woman gently nip at a sensitive place there, and she flicked her fingernail along the slit at the end.
She repressed a laugh as she heard the table shatter in a barrage of sorcery. "O-Oh, that is not going to help them. I did try to warn the lot..."
Valerie's Lesson
It was in the gap between the first table and the second that the second barrage rained down spears of light and darkness from all directions from above. The ones on the ground, those who had been furthest from the swinging of Valerie's assault, attempted to take advantage with their staffs and knives by striking at her with strafing and sliding blows from the sides. But the second table, the second table was too much, it left them bereft of options as whilst a few lucky strikes would inevitably hit the vampire king they would not dissuade her from punishing them further.
Then it was only the Weavers who sang their songs of retribution from above who maintained the potential to retaliate against her. She could not use a single table against all of them at once, surely?!
Thorra
Thorra's joys rushed through Lirazel's mind as they merged into a singular being, sharing all, knowing all about one another. The hammer's body laughed, hopping up and floating over to behind Lirazel, before grabbing her from behind and pressing herself up against her wielder's back. "She is quite a talented smith—and I am quite the weapon. It was destiny that we would meet here in this strange land."
She looked over Lirazel's shoulder, casually floating a few feet off the ground in a prone position, arms wrapped around her neck. "Lady Lirazel and I shall create great new sagas of victory and triumph together!"