The Ingaran Adventures
Episode 54
“Rescue of Phaidon, Part I: Journey to Oard”

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                  Lord Issic:  Half Human, Half Gold Dragon Warrior
                  Lady India: A gypsy Bard/Shadow Dancer
                  Lord Phaidon:  A Tamer of the Beasts
                  Lord Alexander Maximus: The Gauntlet of Athena
                  Roland: The Chaos Lord of Oard
                  Phoebe: Sorceress, Initiate of the Temple of Marush Hob
                  Kaletor: Cousin to Lord Phaidon
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      Phaidon appeared in a dark room, still held by the mind flayer.  As his eyes adjusted, he saw a monster of vaguely anthropoid outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers. It had prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings behind. It was some sort of statue.  The mind flayer removed the tentacles from Phaidon's head.
      A person in a long, black robe, wearing a deep hood, approached from the shadows. The mind flayer told Phaidon to accompany the figure.  The figure took him down humid hallways and then to a room.  The hallway looked organic, and the door opened like the valve of a heart.  It motioned Phaidon to enter the room.  Once Phaidon was in, the valve shut.  Then Phaidon felt his connection to the Elder Brain sever.  Apparently Alexander and the others had succeeded in killing it.
      Phaidon looked around the room. A girl slept on an organic looking bed.  A blanket that looked like a thin membrane lay over her.  There were two organic, valve doors on the walls. He found that the door had a definite pulse, and was a living valve of a living creature.
      "Zagreus, do you smell anything odd?"
      The panther thought the whole place smelled odd, even Phaidon.
      Phaidon bumped the bed on the way to the other side of the room to see if the girl awakened. She opened her eyes and looked about in fear.  She sat up, holding the warm membrane close to her. Her black hair was disheveled and covered her face and part of her bosom. Her skin was dark from the sun, and he could tell from the shape of her head and the way she held herself that she was Odhirrish.
      "Hello," said Phaidon.
      "Who are you?" she asked.
      "I am Phaidon.  I am currently a thrall of the Mind Flayers.  What is your name?"
      "I don't remember.  My name was taken from me by the mind flayers."
      "Taken from you?"
      "Ripped from my memory."
      "I am sorry.  Do you know where we are?"
      "No.  I think that has also been taken from me.  Nor do I know from whence I came.  All I know is that I am supposed to breed."
      "Breed what?"
      "Babies. You are here to impregnate me, I think."
      "That is news to me.  What do they do with the babies?"
      "I don't know."
      "Well, no one told me to do that to you.  I was just motioned into this room by a person in a black robe with a hood."
      She lowered the membrane-blanket, exposing her soft breasts.  "Am I unattractive?"
      "No, you are very beautiful."
      "The last two prisoners also refused me."  She looked sad.
      "Why did they refuse you?  Who were they?"
      "I don't know.  They did not tell me their names."
      "No offense to you, but I do not want to further the Mind Flayers' insidious plans."
      "That is alright with me."
      "Yes, but they have programmed you to want it.  If you were yourself, you would not want to help them either."
      "I am sure that is true."
      "We can still talk if you want."  Phaidon smiled. She scooted over on the bed and made room for him to sit.  The membrane fell to the side, and she was naked. Phaidon unslung one of his bows so he could sit down more comfortably.  He sat down next to the girl while he handed her the membrane. She shook her head.  "I am warm." Phaidon laid the membrane on the bed between them.
      She coughed, then said, "Where are you from?"
      "I am originally from Ingara, but I live in Lamapacher."
      "I do not know these places."
      "Ingara is a land right next to Lamapacher.  They are far south of Odhirran past even Nyandar. Across part of the sea as well, if I remember right."
      She said, "I wish I could remember.  I am so alone."
      Phaidon smiled at her, "You are not alone now."
      She hugged herself and said, "I feel alone."
      "It must be the programming.  If I can figure out a way, I will help you return to normal.  Try as hard as you can to remember yourself."
      "I have tried."  she started to cry.  She turned her head away, hoping the rough warrior did not notice. Phaidon put his hand on her shoulder, "It is alright.  I will make things better one day, I promise.  I hope that my friends were successful in the battle I was taken from.  If so, I am sure they will try to rescue me and everyone here."
      She sobbed, "All I can remember is a name... Sharyss.  I am not sure what that name means, but I am sure it is not mine.  Although it might be."
      "From what I know of Sharyss, you are not her.  If she is involved in this mess, things are grave indeed."
      "I am sorry."
      "Do you remember the name Larbius?"
      Her eyes lit up as a memory returned.  "Yes!  I heard it in a dream recently.  I remember the name filled me with revulsion, and I was told that if I did not become pregnant soon with a human baby, then I would bear his child.  For some reason that frightens me.  But it was just a dream."
      "This does not bode well.  Larbius is a fiend and what you have told me only firms up that fact.  What the devil is he up to? Did the dream say why this Larbius wanted you to have a human baby?"
      "No."
      "Well, it cannot be good, that is for sure. Have you had any other dreams lately?"
      "Often.  Most of them horrible.  I really do not want to talk of them.  The last was about a woman who was related to Larbius turning evil and killing a priest."
      "I do not mean to press you, but can you tell me more of that dream?"
      She leaned toward Phaidon to put her head on his shoulder.  "I gave birth to Larbius' baby because I did not bear a human child, and that child grew quickly, and was used to blackmail the woman into evil acts."
      "Did you have any dreams about what would happen if you had a human baby?"
      "I was freed.  They took the baby, but I was freed.  And Larbius was angry, but a panther defended me from him."
      "Did Larbius try and kill you?"
      "Yes."
      "Is there anything else relating to those events you can tell me? How were you freed?"
      "I don't know.  The dreams jump around a lot, and I don't remember all of them."
      "Did you ever find out why Larbius wanted YOU to have his baby instead of someone else?"
      "No."
      "How did you feel about being freed?"
      "I would like that."
      Phaidon smiled at her, "So would I. Did you have any dreams as to what would happen if you did not get pregnant at all?"
      "Yes," she said, and she shuddered.  "I get turned into some sort of living womb, and I am used for eternity to create illithids."
      "Do you know anything more about the name Sharyss?"
      "No."
      Phaidon sat there thinking for a few moments. "Your dreams hit very close to home.  You either have a wonderful gift or this is all a set up to entrap me."
      "I do not know."
      "The dreams you have told me of refer to my friends and I."
      "I am sorry."
      Phaidon smiled at her, "That is alright, it is not your fault.  I am glad you told me, it is good information to have."


      Thirty days later, Alexander had returned to Talishar from Samat Island. He prayed to Athena to show him Phaidon's location, and she finally offered it to him.  For the past month he had received conflicting, cryptic answers that no one understood.  But now he had a clear message; Phaidon was in Hell, in the Citadel of Larbius.  She also told him that Ordiss Ool was after Issic, and that she had temporarily diverted his attention.  Alexander thanked Athena.
      He had the town buy some cattle and horses from good breeders and set up a breeding program. Then he sent people to the Cahoki and Indor to buy horses to start the breeding program. He also asked Athena to provide him with elemental and celestial steed so serve as studs.
      Later he told India, "Larbius has Phaidon in Hell."
      "In Hell?  How did that happen?"
      "I am not sure. My guess would be that after the illithids captured him they handed him over to Larbius. We have had evidence that they were working together at times."
      "Can we, alone, reach him and rescue him?"
      "Reach him, yes, but I am not sure if you and I alone can invade Larbius' Citadel. We will need assistance and Issic is still training the next Legion of Blood Owl and I do not know if he can take the time to come with us."
      India said, "Then we need to round up some help."
      Alexander nodded. "We should go find Issic and see if he can hand his duties over to Cthaat for a time.  Then we will try and round up help regardless.  Last time I was in Larbius' Citadel, Manny and Sha were with Issic and I.  We will need all the help we can get."
      "Good idea.  I think he is outside flying around. Where shall we go for help?"
      Alexander opened the door for India. "Roland the Chaos Lord and I have promised to come to each other's aid and to the aid of Inzeladun when it is threatened. I believe this qualifies on all accounts."
      "Good," said India. "How do we get a hold of the Chaos Lord?  Travel to Oard?"
      "We can travel to Oard if you wish. I have heard much of the city myself and would like to see it. I will get a message to Roland shortly after we speak to Issic asking for his help and letting him know to expect us either way as I believe Oard has many gates that might be used to travel across the planes."
      "Good," said India.  "I would like to see Oard."


      Flying over Talishar, Issic, a demonic-looking mass of scaled muscle, saw a man riding up toward Talishar on a warhorse. The man looked confident as he rode toward the village.  He wore leather armor and a cloak and ride a dark brown warhorse.  He had a bow strapped to his back. 
      Issic landed and walked up to the man on the horse. The man responded with, "Greetings." 
      "Hail, sir.  What is your business in Talishar?"
      "I have come seeking Alexander and the Champions of Athena.  I was told they were headed to this town.  You must be the half-dragon that travels with them.  You leave very distinctive tracks when you are not flying."
      "So you have found what you were looking for. What do you intend now?"
      "Ah, finally.  My name is Kaletor.  I have come seeking my cousin Phaidon, the Panther Lord, on behalf of our Uncle."
      "What does that have to do with the Alexander and the rest of the group?"
      "My information indicated that he was journeying with your group.  Some priests at a tower in Lotharia told me as much.  Your trail led from there to Alisander and then here.  You are surprisingly easy to follow because of your good deeds and the praises the people sing of you."
      "Phaidon is a busy man. What proof do you have of your kinship?"
      Kaletor pulled out a scroll.  "This is a letter from my Uncle.  It is signed with the seal of his Bowyer shop in Ortenau." Issic looked at the seal and the scroll.
      "Is that acceptable proof, sir?"
      "It seems to be valid enough.  It seems that you will have to wait to deliver it though."
      "Why is that?"
      "He was stolen away by some mind flayers in our last adventure together."
      Kaletor's eyes widened, "That is dreadful information.  Are you preparing to rescue him? I will gladly lend my services to aid you."
      "Alexander would be the one to talk to to see where or if your services could be used."
      "Very well.  Is that him approaching?"

      Alexander and India, looking for Issic, saw him talking to the stranger. Alexander commented, "That man does not look like one of the villagers under my protection. I think we should go see if Issic needs any help."
      When Alexander and India reached Issic and the man, Kaletor said, "Greetings."
      "Hello, stranger," said Alexander. "What brings you to the simple yet holy village of Talishar?"
      "As I was telling your friend here, I came looking for my cousin, Phaidon. He tells me that he has been captured."
      "This much is true. Why do you come seeking Phaidon? He never mentioned he had a cousin before."
      Kaletor dismounted from his horse.  "Our Uncle in Ortenau was worried about him."
      Issic showed Alexander the scroll and seal.
      Kaletor continued, "He is known to venture away from home for long periods of time, but has been gone quite awhile. He sometimes forgets to write."
      India said, "We need to go to Oard for assistance."
      "I am at your disposal if you plan on rescuing him.  My name is Kaletor."  He extends his hand to shake Alexander's.
      "Excellent," said India.  "We will need your help."
      Alexander shook his hand "Kaletor, I am sure you mean well but do not volunteer until you know where Phaidon is."
      "It does not matter to me; he is my blood.  I will help him anyway I can."
      "Phaidon has been taken to Hell by a ice devil. We will have to go there to save him. If you still wish to come with us then we welcome you."
      Kaletor stared at Alexander for a second and then realized he's serious.  "If you can get us there, I am with you. Do you have someone who can care for my    "We will have to travel to a place called Oard before we can get there but with Athena's help we will get there and save Phaidon."
      "You may need the horse for the ride," said India.
      "Let us be off, then."
      "First, I believe we should gather supplies and also we should take Phaidon's panthers with us. They know his sent and might be helpful."
      "Antaeus and Axylus are here?  They will be most helpful."
      "You know them? Then maybe you and India can go and get them ready for the trip."
      "I have not seen them in a couple of years since they were cubs."
      "Issic, can Cthaat take over your duties training the blood owls for a time? I would not want to go on the quest without you."
      "I am ready to travel," said Issic.
      "I must stop by the temple for a minute and speak to Reeve Styne before we go. If you can see that our horses are ready I will meet you at the stable shortly."
      Kaletor followed India and Issic. Alexander told Reeve Styne that they were leaving and to start the horse breeding program in his absence. Alexander then went to the temple of Zeus and cast sending to Roland the Chaos Lord: "Roland. I have discovered that Larbius has taken Phaidon to Hell. Can you aid us in saving him? We need to find a portal to hell and are coming to Oard on the way to sigil to find one. Is this okay?"
      Roland responded quickly. "Greetings, Alexander.  I will do anything in my power to aid you.  You are welcome in Oard."
      Alexander grabbed a couple extra vials of holy water on his way out of the temple, then went to meet Issic. "To Oard! For the glory of Athena and nothing less than Phaidon's soul!"  He spurred his horse, and the others followed him.


      Roland was sitting down by the docks, smoking his pipe.  Skellum thumped down behind the Chaos Lord.  Roland wore an old wide-brimmed hat, a worn and threaded cloak, a loose shirt with wide sleeves, a dusty pair of trousers, and a dirty pair of well-worn work boots.  A crystal on a leather string dangled around his neck.  His eyes were tired, for they had seen much that should not be seen, and still held the horrors of Samat Isle. A certain mystical aura surrounded him, and all in Oard knew him as their Chaos Lord.  His unkempt appearance fooled no one, for even the densest commoner could sense the dark powers he commanded, powers inherited from far-flung eons and strange planes undiscovered by modern scholars of arcane lore.
      Skellum, a powerful white slaad, stood behind the Chaos Lord.  The slaad was as pale as snow, and glowed even in the dimmest light.  It was a huge creature that respected Roland and the power Roland held.  Skellum functioned as the head of security for Oard.
      "Hey, Skell," said Roland. "Nice day, eh?"
      Skellum hated shortened versions of his name.  He found them insulting.  Still, it was not his place to correct the Lord of Oard.  He wondered why a Chaos Lord would waste time talking about the day.  If Roland thought it was a nice day, then it was.  Roland, of all people, did not need other people to confirm facts for him.
      "The fish are jumping out there," said Roland, pointing. "You like rivers, Skell?"
      "Yes, I like rivers very much, Lord."
      "You eat them? Fish, that is?"
      "Yes.  I eat anything, Lord, if I am hungry."
      "It's a lazy day.  Not much going on.  Haven't had a day like that in some time.  Makes me uneasy. You ever felt like you can't relax?"
      Skellum said, "Yes.  Often, I have found, there is reason to not relax.  My instincts are honed so as to forbid  me to relax when there is trouble."
      "That is how I feel.  I always feel like something urgent is about to happen.  That's why I'm here. The river relaxes me a bit."
      "Yes, rivers are deceivers."
      "How is that, my overgrown yeti?" asked Roland.  Skellum barely kept himself from wincing.  He thought for a second, then answered, "They relax you despite your instincts.  They override innate knowledge, deceiving you, making you think all is well, when all is not."
      "Ah, mayhap.  Mayhap..."  Roland puffed on his pipe.  Skellum wondered if the pipe gave Roland some of his Chaos powers.  The slaad had seen some for sale in Oard, but chose not to buy one; he was afraid Roland would think he was overstepping his authority.  Skellum drew another deep breath and thought he would try making small talk.  Skellum said, "Have you been to the Dark Chalice?"
      "No. Should I?"
      "You should try it sometime.  It is a haven for gamblers who would 'risk all' during their visit to Oard."
      Roland merely nodded, not particularly interested.  Skellum sighed and decided to just stand there. 


      In Castle Oard, Kayme had stopped by to visit Phoebe. Kayme was a stunningly beautiful woman.  Her nose was cute, her eyes were cobalt-blue, slightly slanted, very Odhirran.  Her lips were glossed with crimson, as the Khemians prefer.  Her nails were long and perfect. A white cloak was draped over lovely bare shoulders, but hid nothing of her figure.
      "Hello Kayme," said Phoebe.  Kayme smiled.  She liked Phoebe a lot. Kayme was nervous, but began anyway. She said, "In a week, we are performing the ritual of initiation for several applicants.  Would you be interested in being bound to our temple?  We could even begin teaching you the path of the priestess.  It will be a three hour initiation ceremony."
      Phoebe said, "I really have given some thought to this since the last ceremony, and although I really love you all and your efforts, I have decided that my path is not one of devotion to any one goddess.  I do hope though that I will be welcomed back."


      Outside, Skellum said, "I sense an angry goddess.  I do not like sensing such things, but since you brought that second lion here, my senses seem to be more... sensitive."
      "What angry goddess, Skellum?" asked Roland.
      "I do not know, Lord."
      Roland nodded and let the matter drop.


      Kayme bowed her head. "That is too bad; I think we have a lot to offer you, but as you wish."  She bowed to Phoebe.  "Of course you are always welcome."
      "You are a very beautiful girl, Kayme."
      "Thank you, lady Phoebe, but I pale compared to you."
      Phoebe said, "I know that you all have much to offer.  Thank you and I will return often. but maybe we could sit here for a while ourselves and relax with some wine."
      "I would enjoy that. Even though you have devoted your soul to the goddess in exchange for freedom from your curse, you now do not want to devote yourself at all to her?"
      "Oh no," said Phoebe. "I just do not want to become a priestess at this time.  I have other plans at the moment.  I believe this path requires more devotion than I am able to give.  I hope you understand this.  Though I do plan to honor Marush Hob in my life through giving to others such enjoyments that I have found through her."
      "Joining our temple does not require you to become a priestess.  There are many other opportunities of service."
      "What would those be?"
      "Being bound to our temple is just a way to honor us in a ritualized manner. We can teach advanced seduction skills and techniques." 
      "I know this sounds sort of crazy, Kayme, but actually I like to research history more than seduce others.  although I hope to seduce a special someone one day, I am not sure that is what I would like to do now."
      "We also have our research functions as well."
      "Okay, well that is something I would be interested in." 
      Kayme pressed forward with this tack. "You could be the head of such research, and have the disposal of the church at your beck and call for such research. Indeed, perhaps you could revitalize that aspect of our church.  It is in a horrible state, actually. Most who join us are more interested in the seduction aspects."
      "Well, I am very interested in this. what type of information can I find within your temples?  Is there more than just topics and history on seduction and sex?  I am really interested in a wide range of things."
      "Aye there is much more than sexuality to our temple, although few bother to learn of this."
      "What will I need to do then? Please explain in full detail what it means to be bound to the temple."
      "It means participating in a three hour ritual that forges a magical mental bond between the goddess and yourself.  Thus you will have access to the resources of a goddess as well!"
      "Is there a cost involved in my giving up free will, free thought, etcetera?  I am very much not interested if so."
      "Of course not.  What good would that be?  We are interested in you; taking away your free will would rob us of the best part of you.  Oh no.  Your free will is just as important to us as it is to you.  Vital, you might say."
      "But is there any other cost involved? I would like to see the small print."
      Kayme didn't understand the reference to small print, but disregarded the comment.  "We may request that you undertake small missions for us, but you are always free to refuse them.  There is much about history we are concerned about, and there are many things we seek."
      "I think this is a good thing for me to do.  I am interested in this offer.  When is the ceremony?"
      "In a week's time, if that is convenient.  Of course we can always do a private ceremony."
      "I would prefer a private ceremony.  Thank you for the alternative."
      "You are welcome.  When do you wish it?"
      "Give me a few days."
      "As you wish, my lady.  I think this relationship will be good for us both.  Our temple needs someone like you."
      "I am looking forward to helping if it means strengthening Oard and the cause for the Liberators, as well as Marush Hob, of course."
      "Our alliance shall be mutually strengthening."
      "Very good.  Is there anything else I can do for you?"
      "Just share your company.  It is nice being somewhere not so... uh, sexual."
      "The mind is the center of sexuality, or so I'm told."
      "Yes, but the hedonism of the temple sometimes can be overwhelming."
      "I am enjoying your company too, although I never realized that one could feel tired from sexual feelings. This is all very new to me as you know. Well, let us lay back here upon my bed and just rest.  I could even give you a non-sexual massage."
      "Thank you," Kayme said.  She lay back. Phoebe began her special massage techniques to make Kayme feel very much at home.  She noted that Kayme had very powerful shoulder and back muscles.  Kayme smiled and relaxed, pleased to be in Phoebe's company.


      Alexander, Issic, India, and Kaletor rode for a fortnight, and came to a huge river.  On the other side was the great city of Oard, its spires reaching heavenward, and its great walls were ornate and sparkled with magic. A glowing golden light seemed to radiate from the city.
      "My, that is impressive," said Kaletor
      Alexander agreed. "The legends do not do it justice."
      Two dragons spun across the skies of the city, scintillating and shining. They seemed to be playing... the sounds of their laughter rang across the river.
      Kaletor was still stunned. "Now, there is something you do not see everyday.  This place is certainly different."
      "It reminds me somewhat of Sigil," growled Issic.
      "I know not of this Sigil, but I will take your word for it, good Issic. Onward to Oard, then."
      "Aye," said Alexander. A golden river boat seemed to ferry people across the river to the actual city. Centaurs stood near the landing where the golden boat sat. The centaurs, one male, two female, rode up in formation.  One of the females took the lead.  She wore a golden helmet of streaming light and bore a lighted golden spear.
      "Alexander Animus Litus Maximus, Marquis of Talishar, The Gauntlet of Athena and the champions of Athena come seeking the Chaos lord of Oard," said Alexander, introducing himself.
      The centaur bowed and said, "Welcome to Oard, Alexander Animus Litus Maximus."  Alexander bowed back.
      "Where to we go to find the Chaos Lord?"
      "The Chaos Lord is never found.  He finds.  Enter his city, and enjoy it.  When it is time, he will find you."
      The male centaur motioned the quartet toward the boat.  "Please partake of our city; that pleases our Lord, and us."
      "Thanks to you, noble gate keepers," said Alexander. "And thanks to your lord."  The young Ingaran led his horse to the landing and onto the boat.  Kaletor led his horse, Daetor, and the panthers onto the boat.  Issic and India followed.  The golden boat moved elegantly across the water.  They did not see a boatman, however.  But the boat moved unerringly toward the docks on the other side.
      Once on the other side, another female centaur bowed and said, "Welcome to Oard, Champions of Athena."
      "Thank you, guardian of Oard"
      Kaletor was utterly astounded by this place.  He simply said, "Thanks" and wandered off the boat, horse in tow.  Alexander let his horse go where it will, and he followed it.
      A slaad thundered past them, in a hurry to get somewhere.  His froglike form was huge, and white.
      Kaletor said, "He looks important, maybe we should follow him...whatever he is."
      Alexander shook his head. "I don't think we should. He doesn't look like the kind that wants to be followed."
      "Good point," murmured Kaletor.
      "It's a slaad," offered India. "A native of Limbo, I think."
      "Well, we are here," said Kaletor as he watched a giant cricket jumping overhead. "Maybe this Roland will just appear?"
      A gnome, his skin gray and wrinkled, said, "Roland doesn't JUST appear anywhere, unless he wants to."
      Alexander said to the gnome, "He is expecting to see us. So therefore he must want to appear to us at some point."
      "He expects nothing.  Well, except for surprises.  Otherwise, he just takes things as they come."
      "I wish he would hurry up," complained Kaletor. "Phaidon could be in imminent peril!"
      "Of course," said the gnome. "Well, one never knows.  Besides, what is time or perils to a Chaos Lord?"
      "Sir gnome, where is the chaos lord's castle?" asked Alexander. The gnome turned around and pointed up.
      Roland said, "My castle is right there, in the middle of the city, Alexander.  Don't you see it, there."  Roland pointed.
      "Oh, I guess it is.. em...oh. Hello, Roland. It is good to see you again," said Alexander, surprised at the sudden appearance of the uncanny ruler.  India, also surprised, felt somewhat overwhelmed.  The aura of power Roland wore wrapped around the party like cobwebs around a spider's prey.  It was an unsettling feeling.
      "Likewise, sir," said Roland. "I am pleased that you are here in my city.  You do me great honor.  Won't you come with me to the castle where we can talk a bit more privately?"
      "You do me greater honor by coming to Phaidon's aid. Lead the way to your castle, Chaos Lord!"
      "This way, and watch the butterflies.  Oh, and if you would, stay close.  The city is developing a mind of its own, you see."  Roland took them through the streets of Oard toward a ruby staircase that rose from the ground and spiraled up into the golden light above.  Beautiful female centaurs with butterfly wings stood guard at the base of the ruby stairs.  They knelt as Roland approached.
      "That's odd," said Roland.
      "What isn't odd?" growled Issic.
      Alexander looked around. "I would think that nothing is odd to a Chaos Lord. What is on your mind, Roland?"
      "Eh?  Oh, nothing.  Forgive me.  It's just that the centaurs almost never bow."
      The stairs sang as they ascended them. Little dragons flew along beside the group as the stairs rose, singing along. They entered the light and appeared in an entry hall.  The suits of armor, of an ancient design, all saluted.  Alexander saluted them back.
      "Alexander, do you wish to talk long, or shall we get started as soon as possible?" asked Roland.  "I assumed that you had a few things to tell me."
      "I do not have much information," said Alexander. "I left as soon as I discovered that Larbius had Phaidon in Hell.  I can gather more information."
      "I think it would be foolish to go in blindly.  Let us gather more information."
      Roland took them to his private and secure chambers, a room filled with candles and comfortable chairs that shifted to adjust comfortably for those sitting on them.
      "Have a seat, gentlemen."  Roland sent for Phoebe to join him.


      Kayme and Phoebe were relaxing together, laying in Phoebe's bed.  "Can I trust you fully?" Kayme finally asked.
      "Of course.  Implicitly."
      "I have some fears and concerns."
      "What is it that you are concerned about?"  Phoebe got up from the warm bed and lit a candle to protect the room from scrying.
      "One of our priestesses.  I fear she is plotting against Roland."
      "Who is this? Do you know what has caused her to be less cheerful in her service to Marush Hob?"
      "No, I do not.  I cannot get close to her for her to confide in me."
      "Who is it?"
      "Her name is Sister Tiaja."
      "Have I met her? Does Roland know her?"
      "She was one of the priestesses that participated in the orgy that released you from your curse.  I don't know if Roland knows her or not.  I don't think Roland has been down to the temple to partake of our services."
      "How do you know that she is plotting against Roland?"
      "Rumors."
      "Kayme, do you really trust these rumors you have heard?" 
      "I do not know.  Perhaps after you are initiated, you can investigate some of the rumors."
      "Are you saying that there is no immanent threat to Roland?  You have me a bit worried now."
      "I am not sure, my lady."
      "I ask you a favor then.  Will you please keep me abreast of anything suspicious at the temple concerning Tiaja?  I will definitely let Roland know what you have told me. Is there anything else?"
      "Thank you my lady.  Yes, there are other things, but they cannot be discussed with the uninitiated."  She wanted to talk to Phoebe about a new initiate, one named Siemma, but she dared not, not until she knew Phoebe was committed to the Temple.
      "Then we will speak later.  thank you for this information, Kayme.  you are a good girl. Are you feeling better now?"
      "Yes, thank you."
      "If you ever need to speak with me or just have a relaxing day you are more than welcome to come here and visit with me.  I am glad I could help you."
      A knock on the door sounded, and a servant came in, carrying a note from Roland, summoning her.  Phoebe thanked the servant and said to Kayme, "Thank you again.  I must go now, Kayme.  Roland is asking for me.  I will have someone show you out."  Phoebe left her room and rushed through the castle halls toward Roland's meeting room.


      "Now," said Roland, "perhaps you can get right down to the business of information.  What can you find out, Alexander?"
      Alexander Maximus pulled out the Dark Athena, knelt in front of it and cast commune. "Great Goddess of Knowledge, we seek information about the place they are holding your lost Champion and our Friend. Aid us with this knowledge so that we may bring you Wrath upon those devils that threaten your chosen warriors."
      The goddess spoke and said, "Follow the Chaos Lord and his Lady, for they can find the way to my lost Champion.  Be wary of tricks, however, for he will not be as he appears."
      "The Chaos Lord has asked for aid in planning this assault. How should we attack the citadel of Larbius? With stealth and shadow? Or with holy fire and song?"
      "With stealth and shadow, lest you feel you can combat the fiends directly and win."
      "Is part of the ice devil's citadel weak to stealth?"
      "Yes."
      Phoebe swished into the room. Instantly all of the room's occupants save Roland were taken by her intense beauty.  Kaletor let out an audible gasp.  Phobe was slender, and wonderfully graceful, despite a certain languidness in her movements.  Her complexion was rich and brilliant and her eyes were large, dark, and lustrous.  Her smile was simply gorgeous. She had golden hair that hung about the back of her head and her shoulders like a soft cloud of gold, creating the vision of a halo. Her eyes showed an inner beauty of character that managed to overshadow her incredible outer beauty. An aura of magic surrounded her, as well as a sense of restrained power.
      "I'm glad you could join us, Phoebe," said Roland. "You remember most of these men, and India.  We are attempting to rescue Phaidon in Hell.  Up for a lark?"
      "I am always ready, Roland." She leaned over and whispered into Roland's ear.  She told him about the conspiracy.
      "Have her brought to me, please," said Roland, speaking of Tiaja.  Phoebe nodded and left briefly, fetching a messenger to carry the summons.  When she returned, Alexander had returned to his questioning. "What is this weakness in the devil's home?"
      The goddess said, "The weakness of the house is in the devil's vanity and pride."
      Roland said, "It might be best, Alexander, to find out what sort of means would prove the most stealthy.  Devils are not exactly stupid or blind. Can you ask Athena this?"  Alexander did.
      "Diplomacy is often the most devious of means."
      Roland nodded.  It was as he thought. "There is no reason we can't simply announce ourselves and barter for Phaidon. Not all victories must be won through bloodshed."
      Phoebe said, "I think Roland is right. and if what the goddess is saying is correct then using flattery will do us good."
      "Indeed," said Roland. "From what I know of Larbius, he is a gigantic, conceited ass.  It would be simple to pander to his weaknesses in this way. Larbius has some store in the mind flayer war and the things of this plane, does he not?"
      "This has been how we have beaten him in the past," said Alexander.
      "It seems to me that he is quite greedy to build up wealth here," said Roland.  "He is cavalier and reckless."
      Alexander returned to questioning his goddess. "Does Larbius' blood hold the key to this devious diplomacy?"
      "No," answered the goddess.
      "Why is Phaidon not as he appears?"
      The goddess said, "The devil will use deception."
      "Is there anything that we should take with us that we need and do not already have?"
      "No."
      "What devils aid the ice devil in his lair?"
      The goddess said, "Kara Sharyss.  Many Abishai."
      "I say we formulate a ruse," said Roland.
      "Does anyone have any other questions for the Goddess Athena?" asked Alexander.
      "Yes," said Roland. "What does Larbius desire most on the prime material plane?"
      After Alexander asked the question, the goddess said, "Larbius desires to crush my Champions; he desires his daughter to take up his path."
      "Interesting," said Roland. "Perhaps if there were a fabulous magic item that would aid him in this quest? Who is Larbius' daughter?"
      Alexander shook his head. "That is not for me to tell."
      "But do you know who she is?" asked Roland.  Issic winked at Roland.  Roland raised his eyebrow at Issic.
      "Yes," said Alexander, "and I know she will do what ever it takes to get Phaidon home."
      "Ah," Roland nodded, studying India. India bowed her head and shuffled nervously. "I see how it is," said Roland.
      Alexander said, "I have a spell that I can cast to make one of us look like Larbius' daughter. Then that one of us can lead the rest of us in chains into the citadel."
      Roland shrugged. "Why not just allow Larbius' daughter to lead us in, Alexander? Or is she not powerful enough?"
      India said, "I do not think he would believe I converted that easily or that overtly."
      "No, I do not believe he would believe that either, India," said Roland.  "That was not my intention."
      "She is among the most powerful of Athena's warriors but she has her reasons for remaining hidden," said Alexander.
      "But, she is not hidden to me," said Roland. "Who does she hide from?"
      Alexander said, "Larbius might not be fooled this way but maybe his guards can. Are their no more questions for the goddess?"
      "Ask Athena what Larbius has to do with Siemma."
      Alexander didn't know who Siemma was, but he asked anyway. "What does Larbius have to do with Siemma?"
      The goddess said, "Siemma was tricked into making a bargain with Larbius.  She seeks a way out of it, but she is lost.  Larbius laughs at her and her feeble attempts for power."
      Kaletor said, "I have a question, Alexander. If we cannot trust our eyes, or even our instincts, how is the best way to know Phaidon when we find him?"
      "The animals will know him," answered the goddess.
      Roland said, "I must raise a question here.  If Larbius intends nothing more than to kill Alexander, then conflict with him seems unavoidable.  Any suggestions?"
      Kaletor said, "Athena is most wise, I say we follow her advice of stealth.  I can help in that department."
      India said, "I do not think he wants to kill Alexander.  He wants to defeat Alexander, to crush him, to take his soul. Killing only makes martyrs.  He wants to win Alexander, I am afraid."
      "Win Alexander?" asked Roland. "What does that mean?"
      "His soul," said India.
      Roland said, "He is conceited beyond belief.  If only we could use this."
      "He wants to corrupt Alexander," said India. "That is winning.  To see the Champions falter and become a mockery of goodness. Killing is easy for my father.  Any brute can do it.  He seeks the more difficult challenge."
      "Interesting," said Roland.
      Phoebe said, "Maybe we could employ Siemma to help us, and I turn perhaps Athena will help her recover her senses?"
      "Sooner or later we will have to destroy Larbius," said Alexander, "but my concern now is Phaidon. I do not want to fight Larbius now but if we must to save Phaidon we have and will. That and I am sure we would like to find a way to get out of the last bargain he made. He was taken the unbreakable oath of the Styx that he will not harm a priest of Athena."
      Roland said, "Then, we shall go in disguise and see what we can do. Could you ask Athena if Larbius knows of Phoebe or me?"
      "Is Larbius aware of the Chaos Lord and his companions?" asked Alexander of his goddess.
      Athena said, "Yes, he is aware.  You have done what he predicted, and, in so doing, helped his agenda considerably."
      "And what was it that he predicted and how does it further his agenda?"
      "The fall of Samat island," said the goddess. "is the answer to the first question.  The second question's answer is more complex.  The simple version is that the fall of the mind flayers opens up the playing field for something else."
      Kaletor asked, "Does Athena know the best way to sneak in?  I can probably figure it out, but knowing would give us an advantage."
      "Diplomacy is the best way," said Athena.
      "She has already told us Diplomacy," said Alexander.
      "Not my strong suit," said Kaletor.
      Roland said, "This, Alexander, is why our union must be strong.  We, together, can repel a great deal.  And a great deal is headed towards Inzeladun, always.  Evil doesn't seem to take holidays. Phoebe and I are not without diplomacy.  Perhaps this is why you were guided to us?"
      "I think so," said India.
      "Goddess," said Alexander, "does Larbius await us in his citadel or is he else where?"
      The goddess said, "He is elsewhere now, but may return depending on time."
      "I am ready, if you are," said Roland. "Let's move."
      "Thank you, oh great Athena! We strike now for your glory and Phaidon's safety."


      Phoebe ran down to the temple, wanting to be initiated before she left. The temple was fabulous, even though this was her second visit. Phoebe was impressed with the craftsmanship.  After ascending the grand steps outside the temple and passing through the ornate doors, she entered the long corridor. A fountain beneath an erotic sculpture of two couples intertwined together bubbled pleasantly. Along the walls, tucked inside of alcoves, were statues of nudes, alternating male and female.  Phoebe smiled to herself.  She looked at the fresco running the length of the hall above the alcoves depicting orgies. She pushed open another set of heavy double doors.  A round chamber was revealed.  This was the chamber where the previous ritual was performed.  She went inside the huge, magnificent chamber.
      About fifty women of varying ages, all dressed in long robes so diaphanous that their nakedness was enhanced, not veiled, were moving slowly and silently about the rotunda, as if performing some choral dance. The central dais held the ornate altar, three erotic statues, two pillars carved to look like courtesans, and two pools of shimmering water. The center statue was a tall image of a beautiful woman.  She carried a cornucopia and a flail, and her breasts were bare.  Between her legs was the intimation of immortality, the revelation of life itself, motherhood.  Phoebe admired her form as she collected herself.
      Two pools were in front of the statue.  It was here that she was ritually bathed before.  Kayme and her two attendants, one male, one female, waited for her by the pools. The pools were lined with magnificent mosaics and filled with warm, perfumed water. The bottom of the pool was a mosaic of Marush Hob, nude, her arms and legs spread-eagled, so that her fingers and toes touch the edges of the pools.
      "First, we must bathe you," Kayme said.  "As we do so, imagine that we are cleansing not only your body, but your soul and spirit as well." They were the same ritual words she used before.
      "Okay," said Phoebe, stepping into the pool.  A young male and female acolyte stepped up and bowed to Phoebe.  Phoebe returned the bow.
      The youthful pair traced their hands along the contours of her body, stroking her hair, teasing her skin, undressing her body. The two youths each took a cloth and commenced rubbing Phoebe until she was wet from head to toe. Phoebe enjoyed this immensely.  They then used soap and began to lather her body. The boy took extra time when he washed her breasts, vigorously swirling the cloth around her breasts, making the blood flow to the surface of the skin, giving them a pink glow.  Both of them pulled on her nipples, making them erect.
      Phoebe got quaky inside.  They began to wash her pubic mound, the soap turning her golden hairs into a white fluffy mound of bubbles.  They motioned for her to spread her legs wider. She did with great delight.
      They rubbed her vulva.  The young boy continued the washing first with an open palm, running his fingers up and down along the labia, then with the cloth and rubed more vigorously as the girl washes Phoebe's legs.  Phoebe was feeling very aroused, as before.  She was asked to lay back in the pool of water, with her legs spread.  Again, Phoebe did as asked, and the girl washed her hair as the boy knelt in the water between Phoebe's long legs.
      His hands went to her crotch and he inserted a finger into her inner sanctum.  Phoebe gasped as first one, then two fingers began their exploration. Phoebe felt she was about to climax, but she held back. He spreads her lips as far as he could. Then, taking a wooden ladle, he filled the cup with warm water, pouring it into the palm of his hand which has formed a trough into Phoebe's open sex. The fluid penetrated deep into her womb, warming her as before.  Phoebe enjoyed this.  She felt aroused and relaxed at the same time.
      The two attendants stepped back and Kayme told Phoebe to rise.
      Again, they ritually fixed her hair. The hair was divided into six parts and braided into six plaits, which were then carefully arranged in a high crown on top of her head. A wreath of fresh-cut flowers is added.  Phoebe felt very beautiful.
      A straight tunic woven in one piece without seams was dropped over her head. Kayme knelt to adjust the hem so that the tunic hung evenly, then hungs at Phoebe's waist a long woven woolen girdle that fastened in an Ingaran knot, a knot that could easily be undone.

      High Priest Natokzu arrived through a side door. The circling women stopped their movements, as he walked toward the central dais, his bare, bronzed chest breathing calmly and confidently.  He was the priest who deflowered Phoebe recently.  He towered over the women as he passed through their circle and climbed the steps of the dais.
      "Has Phoebe been washed thoroughly, Kayme?" asked Natokzu.  Phoebe was beginning to feel a bit shy at this point.              
      "Yes," replied Kayme. "Inside and out."
      "Do you understand the ritual, Phoebe?  You are to take a blood oath to our goddess, and a magical, mental bond will be forged, one that will not take away free will, but will be there for your guidance."
      "What does that mean? A blood oath?" asked Phoebe.
      "That means you swear not to betray us or our ceremonies; to keep our inner rites secret; to uphold your own beliefs as sacred. It means we will not betray your or your secrets. It means we are brothers and sisters under our goddess."
      "I understand. but whose blood are we using here?"  Phoebe was feeling a bit nervous.
      "There is no real blood, only symbolic blood.  The term comes from the ancient ritual of 'blood brothers' used by barbaric warriors."
      "I understand."
      Phoebe was taken to the central altar and asked to stand there, as before. The women in the chamber began a chant. Several male and female priestesses entered the chamber, wearing ornate headdresses, indicating their higher rank within the temple. Natakzu stood in front of Phoebe.  She could feel the sexuality radiating from him.
      "Your vagina is consecrated and sacred," said Natakzu.  "Only those blessed of our goddess and the initiated will know you as a woman this morning.  Your mouth, your hands, your breasts, and your tightest aperture may be employed to enrich our Order in all matters spiritual and temporal."
      The priests and priestesses touched and tingled Phoebe as he recited ritualistic words in a forgotten language.  Soon, he motioned her to lay down on the altar.  Phoebe lay down. He untied the knot and lifts the tunic, exposing Phoebe's nether regions. Natakzu bent down and grazed there, licking and sucking in the tangle of golden hair. The energy here has made Phoebe very aroused and wet. He continued to lick eagerly, touching and stroking.  The others came closer, disrobing. Phoebe was feeling lost in the sensation of pleasure. 
      Natakzu continued to partake of the lustful liquid running between Phoebe's legs, wetting the sponge of hairs at her groin.  Phoebe's body stiffened in a convulsive orgasm that she could not contain.
      One of the priests came closer, and Phoebe saw a flat belly, a great chest, boles of thighs covered with a light dazzle of golden hair, and between them, a thick nest arranged in curls around his cock. One of the priestesses, naked, approached too.  She take one of Phoebe's nipples into her mouth, toying with it playfully. Phoebe felt as if she was swirling into nothingness, an euphoric delight.
      Once you orgasm, Natakzu rose and opened his robes.  He spread Phoebe's legs further and moved in.  His penis grew more, swelling massively in girth and length.  As it awakened, it cleaved the air, a thick mast on a golden deck. He pushed it into Phoebe. She moaned as he entered her. Phoebe's opening was still feeling a bit tender from her first ritual here.
      The priestess took Phoebe's hand and placed it between her legs as she continues to lick and suck Phoebe's breasts.  Phoebe fondled her tenderly, as the other acolytes resumed circling and chanting.
      A male priest took your other breast, and put his erection into her other hand.  Phoebe took it and stroked him. It was weighty, warm as embers, thickly enveined, the smooth bell like silk and deeply cleft, and ringed by a loose foreskin.  It felt nice to Phoebe.  The cock bloomed in her hand like a strange and potent fruit of the earth, growing straight and hard, gorged like some great mythic serpent fattened on maidens' flesh.
      Natakzu strokes in and out of Phoebe in time with the chanting. Another priestess, Tiaja, climbed up on the altar and mounted Phoebe's face, lowering her vulva to her soft lips.  Phoebe felt herself climax again, then she began to kiss her and lick her clitoris.  The smell was making her more aroused. The girl began to moan as Phoebe licked her, and her hips moved back and forth over Phoebe's lips and nose.
      As Natakzu fucked Phoebe, Kayme reaches beneath him, pressing her finger against Phoebe's rosy little anus. Kayme pushed her finger in, and Phoebe felt the pleasures of double entry, a hard penis in her pussy, a finger in her anus.  Two lips are at her breasts, and she hold a cock and a pussy in her hands, her tongue against yet another girl.
      The man Phoebe was stroking was moving his cock in and out of her small hand at an increasing pace.  Phoebe noticed that the chanting was going faster and faster, that all of those touching her was moving in time with that rhythm. Phoebe felt at one with this too. The girl she was licking threw her head back, panting with animal pleasure.  Phoebe felt her desire and understood it, making her excited.
      The chanting increased its pace, as did the participants.  The girl Phoebe was fingering grabbed hold of Phoebe's hand and manipulated it like a dildo, thrusting Phoebe's finger into herself.  Phoebe's body felt spent, but her mind was still enjoying the stimulation.
      Natakzu roared as he pulls out, cumming all over Phoebe's stomach and pubic hair.  Immediately Kayme took his place and started licking Phoebe until another priest stepped up, ready to have the initiate.
      The man Phoebe was manually stroking came over her arm, and he stepped back, to be replaced by another. Once the girl she was licking came, the girl dismounted, and a man presented his slim member to her lips.  Phoebe gave in to all of this as time ceased to exist. A third man entered her after the second finished. Kayme kept her finger in Phoebe's anus, moving it slowly.
      Another girl mounted Phoebe's leg as the third man fucked her, rubbing her pussy against Phoebe's thigh.  Phoebe's vagina, swollen has more orgasms, surprised at all that was happening.
      For nearly two hours the ritual went on.  At the end, the magical bond was formed, willingly permitted by Phoebe.
      At the end, she was bathed again, and Natakzu kissed her cheek.  "You are now an Initiate.  We welcome you."  One by one the priests and priestesses came up and kissed her.
      Phoebe said, "I feel honored.  My body is exhausted.  My mind feels renewed."
      He handed Phoebe a key.  "This is our library key.  I understand you want the duties of Temple Historian; is that correct?"
      "Yes, it is. Thank you. Will I have access to an aide?"
      "You may begin your duties when you wish.  Yes, an aid will be assigned to you."
      "Very good."
      "Would you prefer a male or female aid?"
      "A female would be fine."
      He kissed her cheek again, and stroked her hair lightly.  "Go in peace, but always return to us, your brothers and sisters."
      "I will. Thank you for your encouragement. Am I allowed to enter the library at any time?"
      "Yes.  We do not currently have anyone to look after our library.  Indeed, we haven't even unpacked it.  You are in charge of the library and all of its materials."