The Ingaran Adventures
Episode 31
“Tensions Released and the Assault on Dalby's Mansion”
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                  Alexander: The Gauntlet of Athena
                  Zografos: An Ingaran painter going under the name of Domnhall
                  Flower: An Elven girl caring for a human child named Hannah.
                  Issic:  Half Human, Half Gold Dragon Warrior
                  India: A gypsy Bard/Shadow Dancer
                  Phaidon:  A local Tamer of the Beasts

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The Time: Summer, Nemed 24

The Place: Alisander – A very large city, the largest in all of Inzeladun, Alisander has a population of 120,000 persons.  Although Lamapacher does not have a capital, this city is the definite hub of Lamapacher's commerce and power.  Situated on the shores of the Alisander River, this town has a history that dates back to the Fourth Age.  Founded by King Alisander, a hero of the Fourth Age, it was the capital of the Kingdom of Alisander.   Alisander existed as a separate nation until it was conquered by Lord Komaaks and absorbed into his fledging nation Lamapacher.  The city is currently ruled by Baron Nadam, Champion of Vale.  It is rumored that the baron is older than the city itself, and is none other than the original Champion of Vale from the Second Age!  Rumors persist that he is undead, or a Chronomancer. 

      The guest wing of Lord Nadam's palace in Alisander had burnt to the ground, but the rest of the palace was saved thanks to the efforts of Alexander and Issic.  As the wing burned down, a servant came up to Zografos and said, "Lord Nadam bid me to fetch you and your friends so that they may have new rooms assigned to them."

      Zografos caught Alexander's attention.  "Let's go to our rooms and plan out a strategy for what to do next."

      "We will need other quarters," said Issic wryly.

      "Our new rooms," said Zografos.  "The ones the servant has came to take us to."

      The servant led the way into another wing of the palace. They were led to a third floor hallway.  Several female warriors lined the hall.  One by one they were each assigned new rooms. These rooms were not individualized as before, but are all identical. They were very ornate and luxurious.  The windows were stained glass, with a pattern of a knight in them.  The rooms were stately, but comfortable.  The beds were made of elaborately carved walnut-wood, hung with silken drapes.  A bronze lamp depended from the high, elaborately decorated ceiling in each room.  Each room had several divans, two or three ornate tables, and many nympholeptic statues.

      "Let's take a few minutes to settle in and then all meet in India's room if that is alright with her," suggested Zografos. 

      India said, "That will be fine."  Zografos disappeared into his room and lay down on the bed.  After a few minutes of rest, purging his mind of the grotesque flesh golems had had just battled, he got up and went down the hall to India's room.

      "Sounds good," said Issic.

      "I will stay with you and Flower now, India," said Phaidon. "If that's alright."

      "That will be fine, Phaidon."

      Flower smiled at Phaidon.  "You can stay with us forever."  Phaidon followed India into her room, ushering in his panthers.  The beasts smelled for anything unusual and found nothing.  He noticed India's room had two canopied beds, one for India and one for Flower.  Phaidon plopped down on one of the couches and began going over his wounds.   He was not feeling too good from the earlier golem attack.

      Another servant arrived and asked Alexander to come to the presence of Lord Nadam. Alexander left with the servant.

      Issic walked into his room and searched it to be sure there were no golems or assassins in hiding within.  He left and went down to India's room.

      Flower looked around the luxurious apartment.  She noticed the empty closets and asked India what they were for. 

      "To hang clothes in, little one," said India, absent-mindedly.  She was in awe.  Even though she had spent some time in Tafkat-afkap's father's castle, she had never been in a place as richly furnished or as large as this place.  She smiled when Issic and Zografos wandered into the chamber.

      Flower took off her grass-green dress and hung it in the closet. Flower's eyes twinkled, and her lips parted in a merry smile.  She was a lovely girl with a childish face that smiled above the budding womanhood of her barely noticeable mounds of her breasts. India sat down and smoothed out her dress.  "Put your dress back on, Flower.  You put your clothes in there when we go to bed."  Zografos tried to stifle a laugh.  Phaidon smiled.  India also smiled tiredly.  "I guess I should be more careful with my answers."

      Flower took the cloths out of the closet and put them on the bed.  India sighed and said, "Put the dress on, Flower."

      Flower said, "I still haven't figured out what clothes are for during the day.  At least now I know it is to fill closets at nighttime."

      A servant rapped on the door three times fast, then two times slowly.  Phaidon readied his bow, and Zografos answered the door as Flower slipped her dress on.  Issic stood by the side of the door.

      The servant in the hall, a young lady, asked, "Is there anything I can get for you?" She saw around Zografos and noticed Flower dressing.  "Oh my!  She shouldn't dress herself! Shall I bring some waiting maids for the young miss?"

      Flower heard what the young lady said and took her dress back off.  The servant put her hand to her mouth, embarrassed.  Then she noticed how many men were in the room.  She ran in past Zografos and, in a smooth motion, took off her apron and wrapped it around Flower. Flower crossed her eyes,  "First I am told clothes belongs in closets,  then I am told to put clothes on my body,  then I am told to not put clothes on by myself, and now I am told to wear aprons!"

      The servant said to the men, "Get out of here!  I will summon some waiting maids for this one."  Issic marched out of the room.  Zografos shook his head at the maid and at Flower, saying, "I would like to know about any taverns near here." 

      "The city is full of taverns," said the maid.  "You might try The Green Mould, it is not far from the palace gates."

      Zografos nodded and whispered to India, "Strike up a conversation with the maid about the Absterator guy we are looking for."  India nodded and Zografos went out into the hallway.

      "India?" asked Phaidon, not wanting to leave for fear of more danger.

      India said, "Go on.  I will stay with the 'young miss'."

      Phaidon replied, "We'll have our ears open."  He urged his panthers to follow him out into the hall.  He went into his room, which connected to India's by a communicating door, to rest and heal.  Phaidon cracked the door without drawing attention and posted Antaeus to listen/smell for trouble in India's room.  He then put Axylus on general guard duty and tried to get some rest.

      Issic went to his room.  He used the Guardian of the Bone to contact Golgaryllgar Hob and he asked about Doctor Dalby's weaknesses.  The answers came into his mind.  He saw the sun, fast moving water, and a bed of thorny blood-red roses.  Issic asked then about Dalby's strengths.  He saw wolves, bats, golems, test tubes, glowing eyes, and he got a sense of physical strength.

      Flower shrugged, "Now what should I do next?"  The maid said, "Just wait, young miss."  She pulled on a rope that hung next to the head of the bed.

      Flower sat on the bed and waited for further instructions.  Zografos stood out in the hall wondering if it would be safe to go to the tavern on his own.  He watched as several maids arrived and walked into India's room.  A bit later, several left again, passing by Zografos in the hall.  One giggled as she ran past.  Zografos winked at her.

      After several minutes, the maids ran back with armloads of dresses.  Zografos stopped the one that giggled earlier and asked her if she could come and "help" him in his room.  She smiled and said she would be right out.  She dropped off her dresses on Flower's bed and got permission to leave.  She positively bounced back into the hallway and took Zografos' arm.  "What can I do for you?" she asked.

      Flower laid on the bed and twittled with her grassstained toes.  India spoke at length with the first maid-in-waiting as the other ones showed Flower the various gowns and dresses they brought.  They dressed the little elf in several gowns.  The ones she liked they hung in the closet.

      In Zografos' room, the maid said, "You still haven't told me what you need help with."

      "Would you help me undress?  And if there is a tub, I'd like you to fill it with water."

      She started by undoing the buckles of Zografos' tunic.  Then she pulled off his boots. She disarmed him, taking off his sword belt, then she started undoing the fastenings on his trousers. After he was nude, she took his penis in hand and smiled up.  She stood, released her hold on Zografos' member, and walked over to the wooden tub in a connecting chamber.  Using an in-house pump that connected to the well, she pumped water into the tub.

      Zografos walked up behind her and commented that her dress seemed a little snug and that she might be more comfortable if she removed it.  He began kissing the back of her neck as she pumped the water.  She smiled and, when the tub was filled, she started undoing the fastenings of her bodice.

      Once the bodice was open, Zografos saw a perfect pair of breasts, her nipples standing firm and erect, craving kisses.  Zografos slowly moved his hands over her body, massaging her breasts.  She leaned back into him, and her hand moved around behind her to grasp her manhood again.  She stroked it slowly.

      "I will never get clean like this," Zografos joked.  He removed the rest of her clothes and set her in the tub.  He stood back and looked her over.  Those breasts just drew his eyes.  He wanted to bury his head in the valley between those fleshy orbs.  Between her legs nestled a fine forest of delicate hair, hiding the precious lips he knew were waiting for him.  She smiled and said, "Well, get in and I will wash you, sir."

      Zografos stepped into the tub with her and started massaging her buttocks as he kissed her neck again. She rubbed the soap into her hands and moved her hands over Zografos' shoulders and chest.  Zografos moved his left hand to her right breast, cupped it and began to suck on it.  They both sat down in the tub, and her hand went into the water to grasp his penis.  Zografos' other hands went to her clitoris and began to slowly stimulate it with light strokes.

      She moaned loudly and started to stroke him more firmly.  Zografos couldn't hold back anymore, he picked her up and moved her onto his lap, penetrating into her body.  She moaned even more loudly and thrusted herself back and forth on his manhood, water splashing over the rim of the tub.

      "But sir!" she gasped between moans and cries, "I haven't cleaned you there yet!"  She licked her lips and kissed him.  Zografos returned the kiss and pressed her up against the side of the tub, thrusting deeply within her.

      "Oh, gods!  Harder, please, sir!" she cried out, her head thrashing back and forth in ecstasy. Zografos pinned her against the side of the tub and sucked on her breasts without any further thrusting, making her wait for him to finish with her breast before he pounded her against the side of the tub.

      "More!  More!  Faster!" she cried out when the thrusting began again. Zografos grabbed onto the side of the tub, using it for even more leverage to pound into her.  When Zografos felt she was reaching her climax he continued to pound into her hard and suck on her left breast to increase the orgasm. She screams in her orgasm, her legs straightening out of the water. With the help of her moans, Zografos quickly exploded after her eruption.

      She smiled and slid off of him.  She motioned for Zografos to stand in the water.  He stood. 

      She took him into her mouth, sucking and licking until he was ready again.  Once he was erect, she started cleaning him, but her lips did not move from his cock.  She washed his legs, his ass, and his stomach as she licked and played.

      "This is the best bath I have ever taken!" Zografos exclaimed.

      She cleaned his testicles, first with soap and water, then she made sure they were clean with her lips and tongue. She raised out of the water and said, "Fuck me again, please.  Anywhere, anyhow, just please... ride me, do me.  I need you in me."

      Zografos smiled.  He got a towel and began to dry her off and rub her seductively, kissing her occasionally in various spots.  He moved her to the bed as he dried her and, once there, he started kissing her stomach and fingering her firmly.

      "Sir!  You tease me!" she moaned as he fingered her.  Zografos moved his lips up to her breasts, massaging them again with his tongue, nodding in the affirmative. After teasing her just enough that she began to whimper or moan, then Zografos mounted her again. She moaned throatily and rocked back and forth in time with him.  Zografos lifted her buttocks slightly so that his manhood slid into her in the most pleasurable manner possible.

      She thrashes back and forth, nearly screaming as she rockd back and forth.  Zografos started to think that he needed a servant like this one. He redoubled his efforts with her increased moaning, determined to make her orgasm heard in the other rooms. She let out scream after scream.  She was a real banshee in the bed. Zografos was in bliss.  He loved a screamer.  He again came shortly after she did, licking her nipples after her orgasm and his subsided.

      She smiled and said, "Fantastic.  Do you want me to leave, or may I stay?"

      "You may most definitely stay," he said as he moved his hands to cup her buttocks and hold her close to him.

      She smiled and nestled to him and fell asleep.

      In his stately room, Issic laid down for a nap.  A knock sounded on his door.  He got up and answered it. The guard he had slept with earlier was standing there.  This time she was not in her armored uniform; she was dressed in a white gown.  She blushed, looked embarrassed, and then asked, "Would you like company again?"

      Issic grabbed her with one hand, pulling her in the room to him, kissed her hard, and shut the door with he other hand.  She kissed back and fumbled with Issic's trousers as the half-dragon caressed her face, down her neck, to her waiting breast.

      Once she got the trousers open, however, she knelt down in front of him, and Issic tangled his hand into her long blonde locks.  Her lips moved closer to his enlarged penis.  At the first impact her lips were closed, but a moment later they parted, and slowly, gently, she drew Issic into her mouth while her hands clasped his buttocks.  Her tongue caressed the bottom of his prick in a caress of unspeakable pleasure.  One hand moved around his buttocks to grasp the lower end of his cock. She started moving that small hand up and down while her tongue quickened its motion, and her head worked rapidly.  Issic let a light growl escape from deep in his reptilian throat.  He buried his hands under her lovely hair and clutched the white neck toward him, plunging his cock further and further into the delicious mouth that embraced him.  Her lips, tongue, and hands now worked with redoubled enthusiasm, and her other hand now cradled his testicles. 

      Issic thought to withdraw as the sensations became more acute, but she shook her head with great emphasis and she held him in a firmer grasp.  The hand that held his testicles slid back to his buttocks and pushed between the tight cheeks, seeking out his sensitive anus.  The unspeakable clinging action of her mouth, the firm grip of her hand on his penis, and the probing sensations of the other hand carried out this delightful act of love to its logical conclusion, and she refused to remove her lips until some minutes after she swallowed all the evidence of his appreciation.

      She stood up finally and walked over to the bed.  She sat down and hiked her gown up around her hips and her legs parted.  Between the ivory thighs he saw her soft lips peeping out below the slight tuft which adorned the base of her adorable belly.  "Me?" she asked, shyly opening her legs even further.

      "No need to even ask," said Issic, grinning.  Issic slipped the gown off over her head and let it drop to the floor.  He scooped the lass up and lay down beneath her, setting her down on his face, giving her licking she asked for and very much deserved, licking along the outer lips, then probing to find her inner lips.  He held her steady with one hand and reached for the soft flesh of her breast with the other, brushing her nipple just as his tongue penetrated her inner recess.

      "Gods!" she cried breathlessly. "You are the mightiest lover I have ever had!"

      Issic smiled and slid his tongue in and out as he palmed and caressed her breast, enjoying the feeling of her hard nub in his hand.  She clamped her thighs tight around his draconic head and she screamed as she came. "Gods!  I must have you in me again!  Please, hard, like earlier.  Hard and fast!"

      Issic swung her down onto the bed.

      "Yes!" she screamed.  "Fuck me!  Fuck me like a slave girl!"

      Issic stood on the side, spreading her legs and entering her in one motion.  He gave her a few thrusts hard and fast, then he pulled out.

      "Oh ohohohohohoh!" she moaned, and he flipped her over with her feet hanging off the bed, entering her behind and thrusting as hard as he could into her.  He smacked her on her round, muscular ass.  "You've been a bad slave girl!"  He thrust into her even harder.

      "Oh!" she screamed, "Master!"

      Zografos let her sleep for about an hour.  Meanwhile he checked over the rooms carefully and checked out her clothing.  She had three copper pieces, a lead ball, three rags, and a lace handkerchief.  He found a secret door against one of the inner walls, which led to a stairwell that went up and down from the room.

      Zografos quietly closed the door again and walked over to the sleeping maid and admired her beauty for a moment.  He then crawled into bed and gently woke her by beginning to kiss her back.

      She smiled.  "Want more?" she said, starting to wake up.

      "Possibly," he answered, throwing in a nibble occasionally.  "Do you work in the palace of your own free will?"  He moved over her and held her hands with his so that she couldn't turn over and had endure his nibbling and kissing of her back.

      "Oh yes.  This is where I dreamed of working when I was a child.  So my parents presented me to a noble lady, and I was brought here."

      "Do you enjoy working here?" He slowly worked his way up her back to the low part of her neck.

      "Very much, sir, but moments of joy like this are rare.  I am so happy you chose me.  I am often the girl left unchosen."

      "Why is that?  You are beautiful."

      "Because I am not as forward as many of the others."

      "The most beautiful rose is always hidden by the other more prominent flowers." Zografos begin nibbling on her ears.  She moaned and pressed her pubic mound against the bed.

      "Would you give up working here for someplace else?"

      "Perhaps, if it were to pay as well."

      "What are you paid now?"  He rolled her onto her back and put both of her hands together so he could hold them with one of his.  He began massaging her breast, teasing her by not touching her nipple.

      "I get five coppers a week, sir."  She had trouble concentrating on her answers due to his manipulation.

      "I have recently bought land in this city and wish to find out about the political situation here.  Do you know anything useful?" He moved his other hand down and began massaging both of her breasts as he kissed her neck and ears.

      "Yes.  Oh, yes."  Zografos found out that some members of her family were in the Cult of Ilsensine. She didn't know much about it, except that they planned to equalize the economy so that all would share in the wealth.

      "Do you like paintings?" he asked.

      "Yes, I like paintings very much.  When I was a child I would fantasize about taking my clothes off and posing.  I would walk around my house naked, and dream there were artists in attendance drawing me as I walked from room to room."

      "I am a painter.  I hope to ply my trade here.  Would you like to be my first subject?"  Now he started on her nipples.

      "Oh yes!"

      "If I hire you on will you be totally loyal to me above all others?"  He moved his left hand down and start rubbing her between her legs.

      "Oh, yes."

      "Then now consider yourself to be mine," he said as he stuck his finger into her.  He swiftly massaged the inside of her.

      "Yes, master.  Yes."

      After a while, Zografos replaced his finger with his shaft. She fucked back with complete abandon again, screaming and thrashing like a barbarian in heat. Zografos gave her what-for with all he had, using his arms on her hips to help generate more thrust.

      She planted her feet on the bed and thrust back just as hard. She screamed, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," over and over again as she thrashed her head back and forth, pumping her hips as hard as she could.  Zografos did that and smacked her butt as well.

      After she came, Zografos moved so that he was sitting with his legs over the side of the bed and the woman was sitting on him. She rode him for all she was worth, screaming and bucking.  She raked her fingers across his back. Zografos bit down on her nipple and pulled on the other one as he pumped into her. She seemed to get off on the pain.  She came and kept right on going.

      Zografos pulls out a false phallus that he stole from the erinyes, and had the maid ride it while she sucked on him and he spanked her. She did it with passion.  She rode hard, fucking herself with the toy.  Her cries of pleasure were muffled by his cock which was stuffed in her mouth.  Zografos held out until she came again and then shot off inside her mouth.

      She swallowed it all. Then, in the interest of keeping him clean, licked his cock and testicles clean of any residue of her juices.

      Zografos thought, "Man, this woman is awesome!" Feeling refreshed and like he had slept for a week, Zografos lied next to her.  He asked her what she knew about the castle.  She told him all about the castle, and about the little holes in the walls that most of the rich and the law abiding knew nothing of.

      "Who listens and watches at these holes?" he asked.

      "Rats," she said.

      "India?" asked Flower, "When can we go back to Hannah?  I miss her, and do you remember what the oracle said about connecting lineage?  We must bring what we have to Hannah."  That last part was spoken with a somber tone.  Flower spun around in one of her new gowns.  The maids-in-waiting smiled.

      "We can go back to Hannah when Alexander says it is safe," said India.

      "Okay," the elf said. "Aren't you going to get a new dress too?"  India smiled and shook her head.  She returned to talking to the first maid.  She seemed to know quite a bit about Absterator and The Esoteric Order of Ilsensine.

      Flower tugged at India's skirt impatiently, "You should have something pretty too."  India sighed and asked one of the maids to bring her a gown.  One left the room. She returned after a bit with a gorgeous blue gown.  India took off her clothes, and Flower helped her to undress the same way the other girls had helped her.  She also helped India dress in the gown.  Flower admired the way India's breasts filled the gown.  She knew her own breasts would never be so full, and she knew India was not regarded as a particularly large-breasted woman.  India twirled around in the gown, a grin on her face that she could not wipe away.  Still, she felt grimy, so she ordered a bath to be drawn.  She had never been in such a fancy gown as this.

      India bathed while Flower talked to the maids-in-waiting, asking if they ever received new dresses.  Flower commented, "I never been anywhere where everyone helps everyone else get dressed."  The girls laughed and said it was their pleasure to help her.  Flower said, "Maybe THAT is the reason for clothes!"

      While India bathed she thought about Phaidon.  He moved with the sensuousness of a wild animal, and that attracted her.  She washed herself as clean as she could, thoughts of Phaidon in her head.

      After Flower decided on a nightgown to wear, the waiting maids put the rest of the dresses into the closet.  They asked Flower if there were anything else that she needed.  Flower asked if there was a plant or something that could be brought into their room. They nodded and a maid was dispatched to fetch a plant.

      India got out of her bath and was dried.  Flower brought a nightgown to her. They made a rather contrasting pair.  India was dark-haired and vivid.  Flower was graceful, delicate.  India had strength in her voice.  Flower had a voice that haunted people.

      "What game do we play now?" asked Flower.

      "We go to sleep, Flower."  India pulled back the covers to the canopy bed that Flower wanted.  Flower hopped into the bed, holding the covers up so India could hop under them too.  India shook her head and tucked the little elf in.

      "You aren't leaving, are you?" Flower asked.

      India said, "I am going to take the other bed.  Go to sleep.  I will be back in a minute."

      India knocked lightly on the door that connected to Phaidon's room.  Phaidon opened the door.  "Everything alright?" he asked.  India nodded and walked into Phaidon's room, shutting the door lightly behind her.

      India said, "I am sorry to bother you, but I have a question."

      "You're never bothering me.  What's the question?"  Phaidon was struck by how beautiful India looked in the pink nightgown.  It was sheer in the most tantalizing of places, opaque in the appropriate strategic area.  India seemed unaware of the effect she was having on the rough wilderness warrior.

      "I have to stay with Flower, but would you mind staying with me?  In my bed,  I mean?"

      "Sure...  I would... like that..." Phaidon smiled.

      "Come in after a few minutes.  give Flower time to fall asleep."

      "Okay."

      India walked back into the room and checked to see if Flower had fallen asleep yet.  Flower, to all appearances, was asleep.  India took off her nightgown and lay down in her bed.  She felt naughty being nude beneath the covers.  She waited anxiously for Phaidon.  Butterflies flew around in her stomach, and she was getting wet from anticipation. 

      Finally she saw the communicating door open silently.  She saw Phaidon's form slip into the room, flanked by his panthers.  India giggled to herself, hoping that Phaidon didn't include the animals in his love-play.  She noticed again how he strode like a wolf, alert, yet conveying a sense of casualness.  With a quick motion, he sent the panthers to lay down on either side of Flower's bed.  He warded the room with an alarm spell then walked over to India's bed.

      He pushed aside the curtains and looked down on the gypsy.  He pulled off his tunic and unlaced his trousers, kicking them off quietly.  He was tall and rangily built, the fierceness of the wild strong in his broad, sloping shoulders, his huge hairy chest, and long muscled arms.  His facial features were very much in keeping with his body.  He had a strong, stubborn jaw and a shock of tousled hair.  He was wolfishly rugged, a man who lived a life as hard as the iron environments that bred him.  Phaidon only saw the beauty that was lying in the bed in front of him.  He took a deep breath and slid into the warm bed next to India.

      Under the covers, India turned to the wolf that lay beside her.  She pressed her lips against his, her small hand searching out and finding his already erect manhood.  He covered her lips in hot kisses, then her cheeks and ears, then down to her neck.  His eyes glanced over to Flower's bed, to make sure she still slept.  To all appearances, she was sleeping.  He returned to the lady at hand, kissing her slim neck as his hands caressed her smooth back.  He longed to touch her all over all at once, to kiss her everywhere at the same time. He wasn't sure where to begin, what would give her the most pleasure.

      India felt his hand between her legs, very lightly, very softly caressing the skin between her legs without actually touching the lips of her sex, he only touched the tips of her pubic hair.  Then Phaidon's hand slipped down to the little valley between the soft folds of flesh.  He pressed his lips against India's, and he touched the tip of his tongue against hers.  His hand was moving, exploring, playing, but so softly it was tantalizing.  His hand moved around her pussy and around her ass, just touching her enough to drive her mad.  Finally his finger touched her clitoris gently, then slipped between the lips of the vulva and he felt her wetness, his finger moving around her clitoris until the little mound swelled and hardened.

      India kept stroking his penis with the lightest of touches.  Finally she moved under the covers, turning herself around so that her head was at Phaidon's crotch.  She mounted the warrior's head and lowered her pussy to his lips.  She took him into her mouth, moving her head up and down, toying with his manhood with lips and tongue.

      India's thighs tightened around Phaidon's head as she came, then she turned around and mounts him proper, sliding his penis into her warm depths.  He lifted her gently up and down, watching his shaft disappear into her pussy over and over again.  She threw her hair back as she rode him to an orgasm.  She slowed down and he massaged her breasts, playing with her nipples.  She had to bite down on her lips, trying to be quiet so Flower didn't awaken as she bounced on top of him.

      India finally leaned down and whispered into Phaidon's ear, "I want you to be on top. I want you to fuck me... hard.  Very hard."  He did exactly as she commanded, flipping her over onto her back.  He spread her legs wide and thrust himself inside of her.  She tried hard not to cry out.  She wrapped her legs around him, and thrust back against each of his thrusts.  Her pussy was warm, and gripped Phaidon tightly.

      India whispered, "Let me swallow your seed.  Tell me when you are ready!"

      Phaidon fucked her hard as long as he could, getting India off several times, until he felt the torrent mustering, as if he had never cum in his life.  Reluctantly, he told her, "I'm ready."  She pushed him off of her and she quickly took him into her mouth, and he thrust back and forth as she sucked.  He finally burst into her mouth, and she drank down every last drop.  She pulled back and smiled up at him.  "Thank you," she said.

      "No, thank you.  That was wonderful.  Do you want me to stay all night?"

      "No, I don't want you to be here when Flower wakes up.  But I needed the release.  Thank you."  India smiled.

      "Okay, until morning then."  Phaidon took the panthers back to his room, leaving the alarm spell active.  He fell asleep, alert to sounds in the hall for he wanted to talk to Alexander when he returned from his audience with Lord Nadam.

      Flower smelled her fingers, then wiped them on the blanket.  She got up and slid into India's bed.  India rolled over and put her arm protectively around the elf.  Flower looked at India, deep into her eyes.  Hesitantly, curiously, Flower pressed her lips against India's lips.  Sleepy, India responded, and returned the kiss, and hugged Flower tight to her.

      Alexander was led to a private audience chamber where Lord Nadam was waiting for him.  Lord Nadam was dressed in fine silks, and looked powerful as he paced behind a large table.  He sat down when Alexander was announced.  He motioned for Alexander to sit.

      Alexander bowed, then sat down.  "You sent for me lord?"

      "Yes, Alexander.  I need to know what happened.  Was that attack aimed at your party, or is this something else that only coincidently involved you and yours?"

      "I believe Dr. Dalby, who was controlling your judge, saw that there was an elf in the castle and was after Flower for parts. He is very interested in gaining elves to make golems out of."

      "Ah.  I will assign extra security for the elf's room.  Between her and the half-dragon, there will probably be no end to the troubles.  Ah, well.  Is there anything I can do to make you feel more secure in my palace?"

      "I believe that you could. However my party does have some interest in seeing Dalby destroyed and would be more than thankful for any help you could give us in driving him from your grand city."

      Lord Nadam slid a great key across the table.  It was iron, and had a design with a dragon skull at the top.  "That will unlock any door in this city," he said. "I will assign troops.  They can escort you to Dalby's residence and surround the place, if you wish."

      "That would be very helpful sir."

      "In the morning, I will begin drafting the paperwork necessary to take from Dalby his residences here in this town."

      "That would be a prudent action. Also, I think it might be wise to tell you, the party I travel with has been give the deeds to some land in your wondrous city. We don't know much about the land but some of us might end up taking residence here at a later point."

      "The elfling and the dragon may have a fight in their chosen neighborhoods, but I do not see why the others will not find themselves immediately satisfied to live among us."

      "After we have dealt with Dalby and the Mindflayer threat here is there anything that you have need of?"

      Lord Nadam laughed.  "Well, how good are you at dispersing armies?"   He laughed again.

      "We have been known do thus, but the situation must be right for us to achieve victory. I will ask Athena what help we can give you in do so after the other problems are dealt with if you wish."  Alexander knew he wasn't being serious but he let Lord Nadam think that he was.

      Lord Nadam dismissed the Ingaran and thanked him, telling him that the assigned guards would report to him at breakfast.

      "Thank you, your grace," said Alexander, bowing.  He was escorted to his new room, which was across the hall from India and Flower's room.  Phaidon was in the hall waiting for him.

      "Greetings, Alexander."

      "Hello, Phaidon. Be sure to get plenty of sleep tonight we are going after Dalby in the morning and we have Lord Nadam's help."

      "Great.  Just wanted to let you know that I warded India's room against entry."

      "OH, that was a good idea!"

      "I can let you in if need be.  I'm sure all is well. You can peek in through the door between my room and theirs."

      "That's okay. I am sure they will be fine."  He checked on them mentally as he said this.  They were indeed fine.  Flower was awake and curious, but doing fine.  India was asleep.

      "Me too," said Phaidon.  "The boys and I will be the first ones there if something happens.  I guess I'll try and get some more rest.  That golem sure did a number on me.  I've patched myself up as best I can."  Alexander put his hands on Phaidon and healed him of some of his more hurtful wounds. 

      "Thank you, Alexander."  Phaidon went to his own room, thinking of India. He said, as he closed his door, "I will repay you someday."

      "Don't worry about it! The only thing that Athena requires in return is your help in the battles ahead," said Alexander as he checked in on Issic and Zografos.  Both were involved in sexual relations with women, so he left it at that.

      "You can count on that," said Phaidon, closing the door to his room.  He washed up a bit and took up a position so he could watch India and Flower through a chink in the door.  He noted they were in the same bed now.

      Alexander went to his room and prayed for new spells, then caught a short nap.

      A little after daylight servants went around the hall and knocked on everyone's door.  Servants were assembled in the hall.  A female servant stood in India/Flower's door and said to Alexander when he opened his door, "Please wait until the women are dressed."

      Alexander went out into the hall, "Come on everyone we have a battle to fight!"  Phaidon deactivated his spell and went into India's room.  "Good morning!" he said.  India sat up in the bed, beaming.  Her bare breasts stirred Phaidon and he grinned and returned back to his room and walked out into the hall.  He would have loved to watch India dress, but figured to give Flower her privacy. He heard several servants go into their room.  They dressed Flower and India while Alexander gathered Issic and Zografos.

      "Good morning, Alexander!"  said Phaidon, rather chipper.

      "Morning," said the Ingaran priest, grim and serious.

      Issic stretched as he walked down the hall.  "Well, what is your plan of attack for this battle?" he growled.  His inhuman eyes looked hard into Alexander's.  His dragon senses smelled the odor of India on Phaidon.  He was surprised, but he didn't have time to ask about it.

      India ushered Flower into the hall.  She also seemed chipper and relaxed.

      Alexander said, "Lord Nadam's troops will encircle Dalby's house and we will storm it. Meanwhile Lord Nadam will be pushing through the paperwork to take Dalby's lands from him."

      A guard entered the hall.  He saluted Alexander.  Alexander saluted back.

      "My men and women await your commands," said the soldier. 

      "Take us to the troops."

      The guard took them down the stairs and out into the courtyard, a grassy area with a couple of trees.  Thirty men and women were assembled there, all dressed in scale mail and wearing tabards that displayed the royal crest of the house of Alisander.

      Phaidon sent his panthers to the trees to take care of their business.

      "Has anyone determined if Dalby is presently at home?" asked Issic. "Or are we attacking nothing?"

      "Good question, Issic," said India. "But our attack could give us clues about his plans, or allow us to take down some of his forces."

      "More than likely Dalby will not be here," said Zografos. "It would be dangerous for him to come to a city.  It would confine him somewhat."

      "I hope he's there so I can stick a pincer up his arse!" growled Phaidon.

      Flower said, "I am scared that in our attack we will lose what we have and we could lose the item that we have worked for forever to gain. We have one single most important task:  To do that which must be done with the ring."

      Alexander addressed the thirty soldiers.  "Noble soldiers of Alisander! Athena's champions have requested your help in a epic fight against evil. We will lead you to a house own by a vampire and you are to encircle it while we storm it. Your role is very important and I know you will all act bravely in this battle."

      The soldiers saluted as one.  Alexander saluted back.

      Alexander said to Issic, "I don't know if he is home but I am sure he couldn't have emptied his estate in the short amount of time he has had."

      Zografos said, "You know my attacking Dalby outright, we announce our presence in the city."

      "By the way Alexander," said Issic, "a little bit of information: some of Dalby's weaknesses include the sun, fast moving water and a bed of thorny, blood red roses."

      "Chances are he knows we are here when we defeated his golems," said Alexander.

      "But we have other objectives than just Dalby," said Zografos, beginning to think Alexander was off his rocker. "We announce to everyone we are here."

      "He knows where are here or we wouldn't have had to fight his golems," said Phaidon.

      Issic echoed Phaidon. "He knows we are here when he sent his golems to attack us."

      Alexander shook his head.  "But if we don't take care of this first we leave ourselves open to attacks by Dalby while we are dealing with the other problems!"

      "But the mind flayers do not know we are here," said India. "Perhaps we should fight the foe that does not expect us first, and then go after the one that does expect us.  He might not expect that."

      "Why not try to use Dalby's golems to take care of our other problem?" suggested Zografos.  "Why not circulate rumors that this guy we want to get rid of has Elves in his place?"

      "We don't know that the mindflayers don't know for one thing. If nothing else Lord Nadam has given us his troops to attack Dalby and I don't think we should go against the wishes of the ruler of this city since he has been so kind to us," argued Alexander.

      "Why not circulate the rumors and wait a day," said Zografos. "If nothing happens then we can attack and if they do attack.  We will attack afterwards and kill whatever is left."

      India said, "No, a swift attack is best.  The essence of war is speed."

      Zografos spread his hands and gave in to the plan.

      Alexander said, "At worst this attack will let the mindflayers know we are here, in which case they will start preparing for an attack. Most of us have had to deal with a lot more mindflayers than are in the city who have had a lot more preparation time than these will have."  The Ingaran priest nodded at India and took position at the head of the troops, ready to lead them to Dalby's estate.  As they crossed through the city of Alisander they noted that the houses were  mostly in excellent shape, but soon enough they saw the mansion that belonged to Dalby.

      "Do we have a plan?" asked Zografos.

      "That is what I have been asking all along," growled Issic. Flower grimaced at Issic, "Humans never listen to elder-races until it is too late."

      "We have no idea what to expect in there. Versatility is our best option," said Alexander.

      The house had black, gaping windows under a huddle of gambrel roofs that formed a jagged and fantastic skyline. The roads and alleys that ran past the mansion seemed shadow-blighted.  A ghoulish, abandoned temple squatted next to the mansion, leaning at a perilous and incredible angle through the sinking of part of the foundations. The mansion itself made them feel like the interior was an endless avenue of linked infinities of black, brooding rooms given over to cobwebs and memories and the conqueror worm. The mansion was excessively antiquated; the discoloration of the ages hung on the fungi-clad stones like a faded cloak.  When they were silent, and listened beyond the noises of the city, they heard creaks, scurries, and hoarse noises from doubtful sources. They noticed none of the townspeople walked next to this mansion nor the curious, abandoned temple next to it.

      "Why don't we surround the place and just torch it?" asked Zografos.

      "What if there are people Dalby has captured chained inside?" asked Alexander.  Zografos shrugged.  "Then they are burned alive."

      Alexander ordered the troops to surround the buildings.  They moved to do so.  Zografos shook his head at this lunacy.

      "Issic," said Alexander, "I have a key that will open the front door. After I do, charge."

      "So you want me to just blindly run into a trap?" asked Issic.

      "If there is nothing waiting on us, don't do it, but assuming there is a golem, charge."

      "If he is inside he knows we are here," said Issic.

      Flower asked Alexander how to defeat a golem.  Alexander shrugged.  "Burning it is one way."

      "Which would then lead to Domnhall's suggestion," growled Issic.

      But, Seth-thing wouldn't burn," Flower pointed out.

      Alexander noticed that the troops completed their surrounding maneuver.  "Hopefully we will not have to fight Seth," said Alexander.

      "Okay,"  Flower said quietly,  falling back in step with Phaidon.

      Alexander stepped up to the entrance court.  Four columns held up a tall roof that connected with the front door with a  drive passing under the roof for carriages.  Alexander felt the iciness, the sinking feeling the house seemed to exude. He braced himself against the depressing, sickening of the heart that he suddenly felt.  The door under this causeway was of a wrought iron affair, twisted and heavy.

      Flower prepared her flare.  Issic said, "Once we are inside, light your lantern, Flower."  Flower prepared her lantern.

      Alexander swung open the iron door after he unlocked it with the magic key.  Beyond the door they saw an enclosed porch area, with another door beneath a Gothic archway.

      "Domnhall, can you check for traps?" asked Alexander.  Zografos moved forward.  The opposite door, however, sprung open.  A woman in white stood there, looking at them, obviously displeased.  She was about six feet in height, and was not pleasant looking.  She wore long white gloves, a white overcoat, and a white dress. The panthers backed away, for they smelled the grave upon her.  "He isn't seeing anyone today!" she shouted.

      "Take us to Dalby!" demanded Alexander.

      "No!"

      "By order of Lord Nadam, take us to Dalby!"

      "No!" she yelled.

      "Alexander," whispered Zografos, "I believe she could be a golem.  She is completely covered."

      "She smells of the grave!" hissed Phaidon.

      "Hold her down, Issic," commanded Alexander.

      The woman growled at Phaidon and slammed the door. Issic walked up to the door and ripped it off its hinges. She screamed at Issic and attacked, lunging forward quickly. Zografos reacted first, slashing in with his green dagger, his shadow attacking the shadow of the nurse.  India sang a quick song of strength, enhancing the muscles and sinews of Phaidon as Flower turned on her lamp.  Phaidon plied his arrows, sending them hissing past Zografos and Issic into the flesh of the woman.  Ice crusted over the wounds the arrows made as Alexander jabbed his pilum into her stomach.  She crumpled to the floor in the doorway.

      Zografos opened up her clothing to see if she really was a golem.  He saw sewn flesh, and strange tubes entering and leaving her flesh, pumping alien fluids.  Disgusted he backed away.

      "Flower, burn her," commanded Alexander.  Flower started her flare at the woman-thing as Issic chopped off her head.

      India said, "The whole house will blaze up!  And the city will burn!"

      Alexander nodded and motioned for Flower to back off.  He called a couple of soldiers over.  He ordered them to drag the corpse into the street and burn it there.  They dragged the headless body into the street.

      Alexander led the way into the space beyond the doorway. Passing through an enclosed porch, they entered the well appointed entry hallway, as one might expect a doctor's residence to have.  The chamber was very large and lofty.  The windows, set along the east wall, were long, narrow, and pointed.  The carvings on the ceilings, the somber tapestries on the walls, and the ebon black wooden floors created vague sentiments of oppression.  Phantasmagoric armorial trappings hung on the walls and rattled as they walked the length of the entrance hall.  An air of stern and irredeemable gloom pervaded the shadows of the hall, shadows that even Flower's lantern could not fully dispel.  The shadows lurked, and hung tenaciously to their accustomed places, and flowed away from the light with an almost reluctant attitude.

      Works of art hung on the walls, and curious statues squatted on pedestals between the paintings. Zografos paid special attention to the paintings, which were mostly portraits of women or elves.  He even saw one painted by himself, one of his earlier works.  Zografos felt a twinge of ego-boosting self satisfaction.

      A solid door was at their right, closed, and three arched doorways on gaped open upon their left.  They heard strange, discordant sounds, and a lot of scurrying.  Alexander opened the closed door on their right, on the north wall.  It opened into a cloakroom/watercloset.

      "Well," said Zografos upon hearing the noises, "the other golems know we are here now."

      "Check for secret doors," ordered Alexander.  He found a candle that activated a rotating section of the west wall.  He lifted the candle, and the section of wall swung around 180 degrees.  He put the candle back and it rotated another 180 degrees.  He lifted the candle and set it back in quickly, and the wall rotated 90 degrees, allowing easy ingress to the next chamber, which was some sort of large picture gallery. The gallery had two balconies above it, opening, of course, on the second and third floors.  The paintings in this dark chamber were mostly of nudes.  Most of the nudes were in wilderness scenes, or nudes painted against backgrounds of city streets, where everyone else in the painting was dressed.

      Slam!  They heard the slamming of a door echoing throughout the gallery.  The group poured back into the entry hallway.  Issic went down to the three arched doorways.  Through two of them, he could see a tower staircase.  The westernmost doorway led into a nearly empty antechamber, a small room with a chair and a portrait.  Flower checked the entry hallway for evidence of rodents. She found the evidence of nibblings and scratchings of rats all along the baseboards of the house.  Occasionally she saw rat holes, as well as places where older rat holes were blocked up.  Zografos wished he was back with the servant girl in his room.

      "Which direction, fearless leader?" asked Issic.

      "I still like the idea of just torching the place," suggested Zografos.

      Alexander said, "I think we should try and search the upper floors."  To punctuate his idea, more slamming doors echoed through the rooms.  This was followed by maniacal laughter.  Issic roared back in defiance, while Phaidon mimicked the laughter. The roars echoed through the household, and they next heard steps coming down the tower stairs.  Loud thudding steps.

      Zografos shook his head. "I must be crazy."  Alexander started up the stairway.  The tower stairs were made of stout wood, the same polished black wood that covered the floors.  The steps coming down the stairs sounded louder and louder as Alexander moved up the stairs.  He reached the second floor, but saw nothing, yet he could feel the stairs shake with each thud.  He headed back down the stairs quickly.  Phaidon nocked an arrow.  The thudding from above came closer until it seemed like it was just overhead.  Then silence.

      Sand and dirt trickled down from above them.  Phaidon whispered, "Move out from under it!"  Issic moved aside.  Zografos held his breath and moved away from where the dirt was falling, listening for anything to come.  India backed away.

      Another stomp.  More dirt trickled down from the disused stairs.  A low chuckle.

      "Alexander," whispered Zografos, "Why don't you use your priestly powers to blast a hole in the floor right there."

      A scraping sound came from the gloomy entry hallway.  Zografos and Phaidon whipped around in time to see the secret wall panel in the room open and several huge men shamble out into the dismal hall. These men were gruesome in the extreme, lopsided and shuffling. Hideous and abnormal, the crowd of doubtful shapes were pouring into the room.  The odor of the grave wafted in their direction from the shambling horde, and they all wondered how they could stand it without fainting. Their bobbing heads and flailing arms were alien and aberrant in a way scarcely to be expressed or consciously formulated. They moved with a bestial abnormality, and crouched with a sub-human gait.  Most were around eight to ten feet tall, but two of them distinctly towered over fifteen feet above the floor.  The taller pair remained behind the other, relying on their long reach to attack the enemy.

      In unaccustomed seriousness and maturity, Flower said to Phaidon, "We must begin to avoid these creatures; if we fight each battle that is bound to be here we will be spent by the time we get to Dalby!"

      Issic summoned up the magic within in him and sent it out in flash of blue light, dazing the closest of the sub-humanoids. Alexander summoned up his own psionic powers and stomped his foot onto the polished black hardwood floor, sending shockwaves throughout the wood in a golden burst of light.  The entire assemblage of horrors collapsed onto the floor and stumbled their way back up.

      "Kneel Beasts! Kneel before the power of Athena!" exclaimed the priest. Zografos tossed his animated rope into the crowd of monsters, giving it the command word to tangle up.  Two of the horrific things were caught up in the rope and collapsed back to the floor.

      Phaidon ordered his panthers into the fray, but they refused to go, cowed by the graveyard stench.  Phaidon let loose an array of arrows.  Flower flung oil into the bunch as they strove to stand.  The oil caused several to slip and fall back prone. Flower said, "This is not what we are after! Let's leave! They are stupid and injured, we can get around them."

      India cast Cat's Grace on Zografos, singing the song of acrobatics that summoned the magical power.  Issic drew his green sword and marched toward the mob of reanimates. He hacked into the shambling horde, gashing rib cages and splintering skulls.  He beat one flesh golem to his knees and impaled the next on that glimmering green point that seemed to be everywhere at once, weaving a web of death around the half-dragon.

      Phaidon, snarling like a wolf at bay, the fierceness of the wild dominant in his every motion, half crouched, bow ready, a bestial snarl of menace humming in his bull throat, and fired repeatedly into the gibbering reanimates.  His arrows were a whistling death that struck true in a nonstop pattern.

      Zografos attacked with his green dagger, inexorable as doom, and his shadow eerily attacked as well, seeming to injure the corpses despite the lack of corporeal weapon.  The blasphemies mouthed and slavered, gibbering incoherent threats as they clawed him with unclean nails and hammered him with horrible ham fists.  Yet Zografos attacked as a wolf leaps, his green dagger the fang he used to thrust like lightning for face and body.

      The things, though slow and stupid, still struck with the strength of the dead, bruising and throwing Zografos, Issic, and Phaidon back and forth as they fought.  Flower took a black leaf from her dress, one seemingly too big to fit in such a small pocket for when unrolled it was more than a foot diameter.  The leaf dripped, and she leapt as high as she could, leap-frogging over the top of Phaidon, and slapped the sticky leaf over the head of one of the horrible creatures, blinding it. 

      India cast haste on Phaidon, allowing him to shoot his shafts faster and faster. The wolfish ruggedness of the archer seemed enhanced as he sped up, loosing his clothyard shafts into the enemy with scorn.  His eyes gleamed, cold and grim as the panthers that snarled behind him.

      Alexander directed the attack from behind, summoning the celestial lion from his armor to keep the undead constructs from him.  Issic whirled and smashed with his gleaming green sword, and body parts flew from the abominations to slam against the walls, tapestries, and paintings.

      Phaidon was nearly laid low from the multiple slams the constructs plied upon him, but his panthers leaped into action at the final second, and Phaidon was able to retreat.  India tumbled through the melee, but was clobbered by one of the soil-stenched flesh golems, a blow that sent her reeling back against a wall.

      Flower drew out the green sword that Zografos had given her and, shaking, tried to shove it hard into the back of one of the wretches.  The battle was not going well.  The monsters shrugged off damage that would have stopped a man.  They kept coming, even if their entrails were dragging on the floor or if they were missing an arm or part of a leg.  The taller ones dealt out horrific damage against Issic, uncaring about the whirling blade he spun around.

      The footsteps on the stair behind them began again suddenly, and something loomed up from behind as the flesh golems entangled in Zografos' rope managed to break free.  The panthers were thrown against the walls as another one attempted to reach Phaidon.

      Alexander attempted to mindblast the flesh golem, but the mindless creatures ignored the attack and kept on coming, stepping over the lifeless ones that Issic, Zografos, and Phaidon did manage to take out of action.  Alexander sent a missive to the head guard outside to send reinforcements.  India cast a Bull's Strength spell on Issic.

      Embattled and weary, and refusing to lose, Zografos put on the wolf pelt he had.  His ears pulled back and elongated.  His bones creaked and cracked as they reshaped Zografos into a tall wolf-human hybrid.  Flower ran toward the exit in fear, and screamed. Flower was screaming a terrifying shrill that soon registered above the human range of hearing.  The scream was musical, beautiful and painful. India screamed, putting her hands up over her eyes.  She slumped back to the floor, crying.

      Issic, rejuvenated by the spell, attacked with renewed fervor. "Feel the power of the dragon!" he roared.  Alexander, behind the winged half-dragon, poked at the flesh golems with his pilum.    Issic's blade took off the head of one, then his weapon crunched through the rib cage of the next.  Stepping over the pair of corpses, Issic continued his enraged battle and tore the next flesh golem into halves.

      Zografos, now a werewolf, tore into one of the larger flesh golems, ripping with his terrible talons and ferocious fangs.  His shadow form continued to attack the shadows of the constructs, tearing out large chunks of shadow.  Zografos flung dead body parts all over the entry hallway.  An arm slid over next to India, leaving a slimy trail on the black, polished floor.

      All the golems seemed to be dead.  Issic walked back and forth over them, swinging his sword down, chopping them into even smaller bits to protect against any sort of regeneration.  Alexander quickly started magically healing his companions.  India sobbed against the wall and Flower stared at Zografos in disbelief.  Zografos had taken off the wolf pelt, and was slowly returning to human form.

      Issic swayed back and forth after his grisly task was finished.  Alexander came up to him and put the healing energies of Athena into him.

      As Phaidon and Zografos converged on India, the footsteps on the stair began again.  A familiar shape loomed in the tower doorway. 

      "Go back, my friends," said the voice from the shadows that appears.  The voice that sounded like Seth's.

Everyone received 4000 exp for the night

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Alderni Whatley, Lady-in-Waiting (maid) that slept with Domnhall, Female Human Commoner 1: CR -, medium humanoid (4'11" tall); HD 1d4+2; hp 4; Initiative: +4 (Dex); Spd 30 ft.; AC 14 (flatfooted 10, touch 14); Attack +0 (1d3 unarmed strike); AL CG; SV Fort +2, Ref +4, Will -1; Str 10, Dex 18, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 9, Cha 11.
            Skills: Profession (maid) +6, Spot +5, Craft (embroidery) +4
            Feats: Skill Focus (Profession), Skill Focus (Spot)

Cthaat Angartha, the female human guard that slept with Issic, Warrior 1: CR -; medium humanoid (5'2"); HD 1d8+4; hp 12; Initiative: +4 (Improved Initiative); Spd 30 ft; AC 14 (flatfooted 14, touch 10); Attack +3 (1d8+2 longsword or 1d10+2 halberd); AL NG; SV Fort +6, Ref +0, Will +0; Str 15, Dex 11, Con 18, Int 10, Wis 11, Cha 13
      Skills: Sense Motive +2, Intimidate +5, Jump +2
      Feats: Improved Initiative, Endurance
      Equipment: Scale mail, Halberd, Longsword

Dr. Dalby's large Golems: CR 7 (2x normal exp. award) large humanoid (8 to 15' tall); HD 18d10; hp 99; Initiative: -1 (Dex); Spd 30 ft; AC 18 (flatfooted 18, touch 8); Attack: +17/+17 melee (2d8+5 slam); AL N; SV: Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +3; Str 21, Dex 9, Con -, Int -, Wis 11, Cha 1