The
Adventures of The Unknown
Episode 6
“The Temple of Kara Sharyss - Part 1”
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Seth DeCalea: Half-Elven Ranger
Issic: Half Dragon from Sigil
Flower: Elf.
Shanagra Darmal: Nyandarian Druid
late of Drychtnoth.
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The Place: The Unknown Lands, Lake Eonnoth
The Time: Spring, 24 Artim - 5 Eul, Sixth Year, Eighth Age.
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Shanagra climbed to the top of the tower from the smashed attic
and threw down the ropes. He wondered idly where Adas, who was guarding the
roof, went to. Then he slid down to the bottom of the tower. Flower was still
carrying the potted plant. Seth went to the rim and said, “Be careful of the
werewolf.”
The werewolf, knocked off the tower by Issic earlier, growled when
the druid reached the base of the tower, and Shanagra wheeled around, drawing
his sword. “Hell! I forgot! HELP!”
Seth quickly slid down after the druid, his own sword drawn. Issic
leapt over the side, using his wings to glide down, hoping to land on the wolf.
Shanagra slashed at the werewolf, hitting the beast, but the werewolf crashed
into the druid and knocked him to the ground. Issic landed on top of the whole
mess, crushing the werewolf into Shanagra. Seth slid down behind them. Flower
sat down on the rim of the tower and stared intently at the potted plant she
carried.
The werewolf tried to throw Issic off.
“Damn, I can't do anything to help if you’re wrestling!” said Seth.
Issic cursed and stepped off, grabbing at the wolf to knock him senseless against
the tower so that Seth could hopefully kill it.
At the top of the tower, as the other three struggled for their
lives, desperate for some magical aid, Flower began straightening the leaves
of the plant, spitting into it and saying, “Acknowledge me, little one. You
know the secret I need.”
The wolf growled and struck at Seth. The wolf crashed into Seth
and Shanagra plunged his scimitar into the beast, spraying hot blood all over
Seth. Issic grabbed the werewolf and slammed it into the wall. It slumped
unconscious.
“Chop its head off!” said Issic.
“No, don't. Maybe this plant can tell me it's secret,” said Flower.
“It has gone through the transformation. Surely it can tell me.”
“The secret is to destroy this vile thing,” offered Issic.
“But, I want it to become a plant too,” said Flower. She went
back to trying to get the plant to acknowledge her.
“Wait. Isn't this a person, can we cure him of this illness?” asked
Seth.
Issic slammed the wolf again to be sure that it stayed knocked out.
Shanagra shook his head. “No. This one cannot be cured.”
Seth chopped the werewolf’s head off. Shanagra put his scimitar
away after wiping it off and started walking down the forest trail. “Let's
continue on our way,” said Shanagra calmly.
“You listen to me, don't you, plant?” said Flower, sad that Seth
killed the werebeast. Seth wiped his blade off and followed Shanagra. Flower
continued to sit atop the tower with her plant. Issic bent down, picked up
the head, and tossed it to the top of the tower, then followed Shanagra and
Seth. Manderkarr and Ghallan climbed down the tower and, after speaking quickly
with Shanagra, left the party, heading toward the village. Flower ignored the
bloody head sitting a few feet from her.
“Shanagra, so do we head for Nyandar now, or inform the village?”
asked Seth.
“We head for Nyandar. The villagers will figure it out.” He smiled.
“Actually, I sent Manderkarr to leave a note telling them all is safe.”
“Come on, Flower,” said Issic, but she ignored him.
Flower noticed that the plant wilted as the others walked away.
She slid down the rope. Issic grabbed the plant and walked off, leading Flower
like a carrot before a horse. The plant seemed to cheer up when Issic grabbed
it. Flower was a little miffed that the plant seemed to like Issic more than
her. But her bad mood didn’t last long. Shanagra stopped and waited for Flower
to catch up and soon she was skipping beside Seth and Shanagra.
The woods seemed calm and tranquil as they walked through the paths.
Flower tried to see if the plant would tell her a secret. She wanted the other
wolf men to turn into plants too. “I'm glad this one had a good heart; no
thorns on this plant,” she commented.
“Wasn't that done by the potions?” asked Issic.
“Yes, but now the plant surely knows the secret of it. Or maybe
it's in it's leaves now or something.”
“I just hope the plant leaves,” said Shanagra, smiling at his joke.
After a week of rough travel, Shanagra announced that they were
nearing the Drychtnothian border.
“What an ugly name,” said Flower. “Drychtnothian, Sounds like
something that an Orc sneezed.”
“I have heard that these guys like a good fight,” said Issic. He
flexed his sizable muscles. “I wonder if they can handle this?”
They soon came to a huge freshwater sea. Shanagra called this freshwater
body Lake Eonnoth.
“Do we have to cross it?” asked Seth.
“No. We can walk around it. The lake is known to harbor monsters,”
said the druid. He watched as Flower climbed to the top of a tree and took
off her clothes. He could not help but to admire her graceful form as she dove
into the water, barely making a splash.
“Are there any cities so we can charter a ride across? This must
be one massive ocean,” said Seth. Shanagra, still watching the nude nymph,
just shook his head absently.
Issic ran and jumped into the lake with a bit large splash than
Flower made. Graceful as a dolphin, Flower swam down and came up with a shiny
rock for Shanagra. Shanagra took the rock and shed his clothes for a swim.
Seth went to go bathe in the water a little ways down the shore. He brought
a dagger into the water with him.
“Bet I can swim faster than you!” said Flower to Issic, “And I bet
no sharks will come around with a demon in the water!”
The swimming was fun and relaxing, and Shanagra caught some fish
for dinner. As the sun set, the druid cooked a decent dinner for them all.
The three moons rose high in the night sky as they slept by the shore. Seth
gazed at the stars, lost in thought.
After a restful evening, they arose with the sun.
“How do I figure out the secret from the plant?” Flower asked.
“I want to know how.”
Shanagra said, “You have to say the secret word to find out the
secret.”
“Do you know the secret word?”
“No, I do not.”
Shanagra packed up camp and started walking down the trail around
the great lake. Issic and the others followed. Seth skipped stones in the
water as he walked along. Issic watched the lake for the supposed monsters.
Flower brought Issic over to the water and told him to look straight
down and he would see a monster in the water. Issic did so and said, “I did
not know that monsters came that small and feminine.” He chuckled at the jest
turned on Flower.
“Ehhhh!” Flower splashed him and giggled. Seth fell over laughing.
That evening Shanagra celebrated the Summer Solstice.
They came, after four days of beautiful scenery and travel, to a
town. The town, picturesque in all respects but one, seemed fairly quiet.
Fishermen were out fishing. The odd thing about the town was a huge, black
edifice that was somehow uglier than the worst imaginable sin.
They saw three winged folk women walk out of the black building,
wearing translucent white robes. Seth blushed, being very embarrassed. Flower
gave Seth a curious look and Seth blushed further, saying, “Modesty is a very
human trait.” Shanagra removed his magic ring so that his eyes did not glow.
“Shanagra, what is that ugly thing?” asked Issic, referring to the
ugly black building.
“Looks like some sort of hellish temple to me,” said Shanagra.
Flower said angrily at Shanagra, “There is a hellish Temple to
you?” Issic and Shanagra laughed.
“Can it be an evil temple with the girls wearing white?” asked Issic.
Shanagra shrugged.
Flower looked at the Winged Folk with confusion and wonder. Then
she gazed upon the black edifice, a bit disturbed.
“There is no reason to go in, is there?” asked Seth, looking at
Shanagra.
Shanagra shook his head in the negative.
One of the winged folk walked up to a beached fisherman and started
kissing him passionately. His hands caressed her body, cupping her breasts
softly as they kissed. One of her hands went down to his crotch and felt his
hardness. She then took him by the hand and led him into the temple. One of
the other winged folk went to a pretty girl, kissed her passionately. They
fell to the ground as their lips and bodies intertwined. The wings on the winged
beauty spread out as the girls caressed each other. The winged folk pulled
down the girl’s simple blouse and began to lick at her small breasts. The girl
sighed and moaned, her hands moving from the winged one’s shoulders to her head.
The winged girl kissed the other girl down her stomach, pulling the girl’s simple
dress down with her. The girl lifted her hips as the winged one pulled the
dress down further, taking the dress off. The girl had a dark patch of pubic
hair that contrasted eloquently with the blonde winged lady’s golden tresses.
The winged girl knelt down between the peasant girl’s knees and pressed her
lips against the fuzzy pubic mound nestled between those fine thighs. The girl
seemed to be in heaven, but the winged one was, at this point, just teasing.
The winged lady stood and helped the girl up and then led her to the temple.
“I thought winged folk were legends,” said Seth. “Love goddess?”
Flower said, “I don't think they are goddesses. And I don't want
them to kiss me!”
“Just a fun way of charming the people, Seth,” said Issic.
The third one saw the party. She walked toward the group, slipping
her thin robe to the ground as she sashayed over. It slid off slowly, revealing
first one breast and then the next. Her stomach and hips were next to be revealed,
then all of her womanly charms were open for public viewing. Her body was perfect.
Smallish, but pert breasts, a washboard stomach, legs that seemed to go on forever.
Like most elves, she had no hair on her body, except on her head, and that was
blonde and flowing. Seth turned a deeper red and tried to avert his eyes.
Shanagra, however, drank in her breasts and smooth crotch with his eyes like
a dehydrated man.
Flower didn’t know what to think. “Who are you?” she asked the
naked winged folk woman. It wasn’t the nudity that nonplussed her, but the
wings.
The winged lady, looking like a young girl with fluffy white wings,
stopped, totally nude, in front of them all. She smiled a pretty smile at Flower
and said, “I am Sharyss.” Seth continued to try to avert his eyes, but did
a poor job at it. The winged lady’s white skin, pink nipples, and the soft
cleft of her crotch drew his attention almost as aptly as it did Shanagra’s.
“We don't need no kisses here, lady,” said Issic, unmoved by her
nudity.
“We always need hugs,” commented Flower. “You have wings. How?
Why? They are beautiful.”
The winged folk knelt in front of Flower. She smiled and said,
“Please come with me.”
“Come where?” asked Flower.
“To the temple of pleasure,” said the nude winged girl.
“I don't think she is going anywhere except to Nyandar,” said Issic.
“Why?” Flower asked as a child asks of the color of the sky. “Can
you fly?” The winged girl nodded and spread out her white wings and started
to speak.
“We should just continue to our destination,” interrupted Issic.
Flower looked from the wing-folk to Issic. “Can you fly too?”
“Yes, darling, I can fly. And I wish to sample your charms,” said
Sharyss. The winged girl looked at Issic intently, passion hot in her eyes.
“Then come with us, Sharyss,” said Flower. Sharyss smiled and held
out her beautiful hand for Flower, still looking at Issic. Issic began to feel...
excited. Flower noticed that Shanagra was paying a lot of attention to Sharyss
and she found she did not like that. Flower glowered a little. She went over
to Shanagra.
Sharyss stood and reached for Issic’s hand. Issic took her hand
started to stroke it, growling at Shanagra, “This one is mine.”
Sharyss smiled and said, “Come with me,” and led Issic by the hand.
Shanagra ignored Flower and followed, staring at Sharyss’ finely shaped butt.
“Hey wait!” exclaimed Seth. “How do you know what’s in the temple?”
Flower took off her robes and took Shanagra's hand and said, “Don't
you love me, Shanagra?”
Sharyss turned around and said to Shanagra, “Love the elf, druid.”
Shanagra turned to Flower, love and adoration in his eyes, taking in Flower’s
nudity and becoming excited.
Seth ran up and pushed Issic away and said, “You’re bewitched!
Snap out of it.”
Sharyss looked passionately at Seth.
Flower looked sharply at Sharyss, “What are you doing? These are
my friends!”
“I do nothing. It is the power of nature here. It enhances kindness
and love,” said Sharyss, her hand brushing along Issic’s chest, her eyes locked
in the depths of Seth’s eyes, staring into the windows of his soul. She smiled
and continued on her way, motioning for Seth to follow. Seth ran up and shoved
Issic away.
Sharyss raised a finger to Seth. “Now, now, there is room for both
of you.”
“You have beautiful wings,” said Issic, spreading his own out to
block Seth's view so that he could have her all to himself.
Sharyss said to Issic, “Share me, and I will be yours forever...
share me but once...”
“Move demon, or you’ll have the dead as your consorts!” Seth threatened,
shoving past him once again.
Issic was annoyed. “As you wish,” he said to Sharyss, but then
he turned and snapped at Seth, “Do not threaten me or mine, little man thing.”
Sharyss interposed her nude body between them. She played her fingers
alongside Seth’s cheekbones. “Be gentle with this one, please, and your reward
will be exquisite. Two women for you.”
“I only want you, for myself,” said Seth, his passion become very
evident to Sharyss. She smiled.
“But this is what I want, okay?” she said to Seth.
“I’ll prove my love, he will have to pay,” promised Seth.
“Help me keep our friends’ wits, Shanagra!” pleaded Flower, but
Shanagra was interested only in pleading his love for the little elf maiden.
He begged for a kiss from Flower. She hugged Shanagra and said, “Come with
me.”
Shanagra caressed Flower as he hugged her, kissing her neck up to
her pointed little ears. His hands caressed her legs, the backs of her thighs,
her buttocks. This made her feel very odd, she was very aware of her
nudity in a way she never was before.
“Shanagra, only follow,” she whispered almost breathlessly,
not knowing what to think or how to feel. His hand, caressing her buttocks
sensuously, started to slide between her legs. Flower quickly moved back and
hurried after Seth and Issic.
Shanagra caught up and pulled on Flower's hand. “Lay with me a
while,” he pleaded.
“Shanagra, do you love me?”
“Yes, Flower. Let me love you.”
“Then come with me, and show me as I ask.”
“You'll show me yours if I show you mine?” asked Shanagra.
“Show me by helping me keep our friends with us.” She noticed Seth
and Issic had reached the black building. Flower yelled to Sharyss in a panic
that she would lose them, “Sharyss! No! Their kindness and love are mine!”
Issic and Seth could now see the beauty in the black temple’s alien
architecture. She led them up the sensual stairs to the door. The stairs were
embossed with the images of people making love, a massive orgy that extended
from the lowest step to the topmost and continued around and around the building
in layers.
Flower abandoned Shanagra and hurried to the black building. Then
she remembered the plant and turned back to fetch it.
Sharyss turned to the rushing elf. “Love the druid, Flower, then
you may know my love.”
Issic grabbed Sharyss for a kiss before they entered the temple
of love. She kissed Issic passionately, caressing his crotch as she did so.
Issic caressed Sharyss down her wings to her buttocks and squeezed them gently.
“Ma’ee ah,”* she whispered. She disengaged and disappeared into the
temple, enjoying the carresses of Issic.
“She’s mine, Demon!” Seth said with much irritation. “You can’t
appreciate her beauty and fine body, you ugly brute!”
“No,” said Issic, “You are hers to do with as she pleases. I saw
her and claimed her first.”
Sharyss, trailed by Issic and Seth entered the black temple and
vanished even as Flower ran up the stairs. She turned back to Shanagra, who
was sitting uselessly on the ground, sobbing. Flower sat down with the plant.
“Come sit with me, Shanagra,” said Flower quietly. He did not respond.
“Shanagra, please.”
Seth and Issic found themselves in a large bedroom, filled with
diaphanous curtains. Two more winged folk women waited there. They were gorgeous.
Like most of their kind they had small breasts and small waists. One had hair
of soft gold, the other had very light brown hair. Both wore their hair long
and were dressed in a simple tunic that revealed more than hid in a teasing
manner.
“One for each of you,” said Sharyss, slipping on a similar tunic.
“I only sleep with the best, so it is the contest. The one who pleases their
girl the most, wins me.”
“It shall be I!” exclaimed Seth eagerly. Sharyss nodded and said,
“Then Reshni is yours.” The light brown haired winged girl stepped up and took
Seth’s hand. She was shorter than Seth and looked up into his eyes with her
own large brown eyes.
“I will do as you wish,” said Issic.
“Then Luhala is your woman,” said Sharyss. “Go to your women men!”
She vanished behind some curtains and the two girls led the two men into separate
bedrooms. Issic stopped Luhala and gave her a passionate kiss. He picked her
up and carried her as she pointed the way. “Those feet are too precious to
touch the ground.”
Shanagra came over to Flower and sat with her, caressing her shoulders,
arms, and back. She sat with the plant. “Plant, you wanted to go to the demon
and Seth before; now help me go to them.” She watched the plant closely, trying
to ignore Shanagra’s caresses. She was again uniquely conscious of her nudity.
She was watching to see if it “cheered up” in one direction over another.
“Come with me if you love me, Shanagra. You are so nice to me,
but I’m confused. Didn’t you love me before she told you to?”
“Yes, but I was afraid to express it before.”
Flower put her dress back on. “Show me the same way you showed
me before.” She placed the plant in his face. “Breath in; remember Mother.
If you love me, you also must love Mother as I know you do. Now, Nature
told you we must do something. Lets go get our friends; Come with me.”
She picked up the plant and noticed it leaning toward the lake.
She led Shanagra to the lake.
Issic carried Luhala into the chosen bedchamber. The curtains on
the canopy over the bed were pink and translucent. He laid her down on the
bed kissing her cheeks and neck. Her hands caressed the sides of his head.
He held her with one arm, using the other to caress her toes. He worked his
hand up her feet and legs. She sighed and wiggled slightly as he moved up her
legs. He continued to kiss his way around her neck and down her chest while
his hands caressed her thighs. His thoughts, however, remained on Sharyss.
Luhala cried out in pleasure as Issic kissed down her chest and
played along her thighs. As his lips touched her breasts, his hand lightly
caressed her smooth womanhood, finding her damp already, her juices flowing.
She kissed more passionately as his fingers explored the soft folds of her sex.
He kissed and caressed more aggressively as she kissed him. He cries became
louder as his hands caressed her womanhood. She opened her thighs wider for
him, kissing his neck and caressing the joints of his wings and his spine. “Enter
me with thy fingers, please,” she said, then repeated the phrase in the language
of the Winged Folk, “Deb ana da zuneme shusia, tukumbi.”
She grabbed his head and pulled it to hers, her lips finding his,
and they were soon exploring each other's mouths with their tongues, their hands
roaming rather freely in the darkness. Issic's hand moved down Luhala's flat
stomach. In response she spread her legs a few inches apart, awaiting the arrival
of Issic's warm hand and those long fingers.
As his hands wandered over her body his kisses become more intense.
He was teasing her. She felt the wetness between her legs increase. He rolled
over on top of her, both hands on her shoulders, massaging, moving down her
arms. His lips stayed locked to hers until his hands reached her soft hands.
He started to kiss down the front of her neck. His massaging hands moved from
her fingertips to the roundness of her hips. He moved his hands over those
fantastic curves that made up her waist and hips. His kisses moved from her
neck to her upper chest. They rolled together onto their sides and his hands
found their way to her firm ass, and their wings seemed to envelope each other
like a warm blanket.
Enveloped in the warmth of his body, Luhala felt herself melting,
becoming fluid in his arms, charged by his every touch. She arched her back,
offering her fleshy breasts to his hungry mouth as he kneaded her ass. He accepted
her offering and began to kiss up the roundness of her right breast, coming
closer and closer to her waiting nipple.
She could feel his hot breath tease her nipples as he kissed around
them. He lightly kissed the tips of her upstanding nipples, first one then
the other. She rolled over onto her back, his hands still firmly gripping her
ass cheeks. His tongue lightly flicked her nipple few times, barely brushing
the sensitive nubs at first but become more solid with each lick. Finally he
took it all in his mouth, sucking her breast in.
Luhala's heart rate and breathing elevated and her thighs began
to tremble slightly. Issic's mouth moved from nipple to nipple, breast to breast
as he continued to tease her hairless mound and moist lips.
Issic slowly began to kiss his way down her belly. As his lips
brushed over the top of her smooth mound he was greeted by her sweet aroma,
the aroma of an aroused woman. He paused as he licked further down and just
looked, enjoying the natural sights and wonderful fragrance of delicate fruit.
“O tukumbi,” she begged, pushing herself toward his lips,
spreading her knees wide so she was easily accessible for fondling and licking.
“Please,” she repeated.
He pressed his mouth against her. Unable to hold it in, she screamed
in pure delight. She tasted wonderfully.
“Tukumbi eme nig lah, O dinghir, Issic, Tukumbi eme bi tun,”
she begged, using her own language instinctively.
Issic pressed his face harder into her crotch, his tongue stuck
as far as it could go inside of her. He wiggled it, licked, and sucked as much
of her sweet love juices as he could. She was so wet he was practically drinking
it in.
Issic groaned with pleasure when she turned around and took him
into her own mouth, playing gently with his manhood with her tongue and lips.
Finally, wanting to have sex with this wonderful woman, he pulled away from
her. Gently he picked her up and laid her on her back.
“Take me, Issic,” she offered, pleading. “Put it in me, please put
it in me. I want you inside of me.”
Issic placed his engorged manhood at her nether lips, gently teasing
her with its tip. He could feel her wetness. He could still taste that wetness
on his lips. He looked deep into Luhalla’s blue eyes and slowly entered her,
pushing in until he was fully inside of her, her warm flesh wrapped around him
like a glove. She moaned as she felt him slide deep inside and she rocked toward
him, wiggling her hips, taking him all in. Together they found their rhythm,
hunching and writhing, her hands clawing at his back, stroking his wings, trying
to pull him in deeper. Her moans became fiery cries. Her body finally locked
up in a convulsive orgasm as he continued to pound into her. She wrapped her
legs around his waist, giving him deeper penetration and she soon was rocking
in the pleasures of a second climax. Harder and harder, faster and faster he
went, pushing his rock hard manhood into her gushing wet womanhood. Finally
with a cry his body went rigid, then flax as he orgasmed, filling her vagina
with hot fluid.
They held each other for a long while, caressing and stroking each
other.
Seth caressed Reshni and softly whispered sweet things in her ear.
She sighed and whispered, her breasts heaving with passion, “Tell me what you
want me to do.”
Seth said he was hers to do with as she pleased.
“Strip for me,” she commanded. “I want to see you naked.”
He stripped, doing a seductive little dance as he took off his clothing.
Her hands slid down her body to her crotch as he undressed. She pushed her
hairless crotch against her palm and fingers as she watched. Her gyrations
became more and more insistant, and soon she was plunging her middle finger
deep into her vagina, her palm slapping wetly against her soft skin.
After he was naked and standing at attention, she slowly withdrew
her wet finger and said, “Come here, big boy.” She held out the hand she was
masturbating with to him. He sucked the juices off of her finger and swept
over her, making passionate love while caressing every part of her body. He
forgot Sharyss as his passion for Reshni overcame him. Seth was a virgin no
longer.
“Why do you love me, Shanagra?” asked Flower as she walked to the
lake shore.
“Because you are sweet and tender, and kind and beautiful.”
“Is it because Sharyss said to?”
“Not at all,” said Shanagra. “She just made me realize my feelings
were nothing to be afraid of.”
“But you looked at her the same way as you do me now before.”
“I was confused.”
“I want it to be only because of me. Not her making you realize.
You must remember your love of nature, and your power and hear 'mother' talking
to you again before you speak of your love to me again.”
Suddenly a bird flew down and knocked her plant into the lake.
She jumped into the lake with it, swimming. Shanagra dove in after her and,
when he came up, he looked normal. He blinked his eyes. He stood and
put his ring on. His eyes glowed red once again.
“Here!” said Flower. “Holds what is lost of Demon and Seth.” She
gathered the lake water into Shanagra’s waterskin. She put a little of the
water into the plant as well. She and Shanagra returned to the black building.
“That seems like the place for deception or love-turned-wrong,”
said Flower. Shanagra nodded. As they began to ascend the stairs another winged
folk lady swept out of the sky and landed in front of the two would-be heroes.
“Stand aside; I want my friends,” said Flower. She put her fingers
in the water. Shanagra drew his scimitar.
The lady said, “Your friends will be done shortly. Unfortunately,
men cannot last as long as women. would you care to learn the pleasures of
another woman?”
“No, Demon shouldn't lay with elf-kind, even elf-kind with wings.”
Flower stepped forward toward the building. She splashed the lady with some
of the water.
The winged folk whipped out a dagger and a rope, crying out in pain
when the water struck her. The rope, seemingly of its own volition, lashed
out and tangled around Flower, wrapping her up.
“Shanagra! Help me!”
Shanagra charged, but the winged girl was faster than she looked.
She rammed the dagger into Shanagra, knocking him to the ground, grasping the
dagger in his belly, blood swelling and covering his tunic. He could feel the
poison taking hold in his veins and his eyesight faded away to darkness as consciousness
slipped away from him.
In a panic, Flower tried to make the rope entangling her stand clear,
but it only grew tighter. The winged girl picked up Flower when she was completely
wrapped up.
“Oh, NOOOOoooooooooooooooooo!” cried Flower.
Finished Campaigns in Inzeladun
The Adventures of The Unknown 5 | The Adventures of The Unknown 6.5
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The Azraelite troops in Alisander under General Morgul began to prepare to mobilize.
The coming of summer promised loot and glory for the Azraelites. Becoming accustomed
to the climate, they were prepared to go out and conquer the lands around them.
But Nadam, Lord of Alisander, had other plans. Secretly, all loyal Lamapachans
were to carve the ancient symbol of Vale over their doors. On the 25th of Artim,
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The generals of the Azraelite armies blamed General Morgul for
the deaths in Alisander. Yam ibn Saud ordered Morgul beheaded. Morgul killed
twenty men before he was finally taken and decapitated. (Spring, 27 Artim)
* “Ma’ee ah” is Al Karak Elam (Winged Folk)
for “I’m wet (sexually excited).”
