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Thursday, November 15, 2018

The Iron Reaver’s Throne: Epoch Gambit

Continuation from the contest story from Honestabe.



The Iron Reaver’s Throne: Epoch Gambit

Part One: Playing the Fool

After ten months, they were finally back.  Dorian Meer set his eyes on the familiar fog covered hills of the ancient city.  The peaks of the hills covered the site were the same as he remembered them being.  Grass covered with nearly unmarked stones and moss covered everything else. Only one thing broke the endless sea of highlands here.  A black iron spike broke the landscape. It was lodged in a hilltop, one of the last things they had picked up in the dungeon the last time they were here.  The haft of a javelin had been sank into the hill, the broken tip replaced with black iron taken from the dungeon.
Is this your marker?” Dorian was much happier about the trip to the dungeon this time around.  They had hired a wizard and scholar to accompany their group. Kevoran Boreal Guevenne was an old hand at adventuring, and a weak curse breaker.  He and his owl familiar, Herod, had been a great help. They were academically skilled and he had a secret home on another plane of existence. Inheritance, he claimed.  But he could draw a shape of a door on anything and access his small secret space at any time. Older than anyone else by far, but knowledgeable about many subjects. His scruffy brown hair had some gray patches, but the middle aged man was one of the most valuable members of their expedition.  
Lenna Shadewake came up behind him, her hair in a different style than when she was last here.  Instead of a giant braid hanging down her back she had twin braids hanging from her shoulders and connecting back into each other near her belt.  The blonde hair had been cursed on the trip previous journey and was still ten feet of unbreakable length. She wore it all over her shoulders and torso now, as the hair could stop most piercing weapons.  She had been a Human, once. Now her blue skin and elfin ears were marks of the Sylph race, gifted in all things of air and lightning. Dorian was also her familiar, which he had some regrets about. Lenna’s legs, what she called her most beautiful feature, were always on display.  As a mage, she didn’t want to have anything interfere with her spellcasting. Or so she claimed. Really the woman had barely any boobs to speak of, and last time they had come here she had gained the legs and booty that could be called respectable.
Even when he was human and she was his girlfriend she was quite vain.  Even now that he was a hawk she still felt vanity for her body. She could feel his senses, and he amplified her magic.  She had to do as he said, though. Part of her Sylph abilities were connected to who she was with at the time of that transformation.  If he or Alexandra asked her to do something, she would do it without thinking. Her mid-thigh length skirts were just one of the things she wore as a result of that.  Of course, Lenna was only doing that because of jealousy.
Coming up behind her was the reason for that jealousy. One of Lenna’s old friends.  Lavinia Gale was an olive skinned human from the wandering tribal groups surrounding Galen.  An old nation long since fallen, and its people scattered. Lavinia was a curvaceous short woman with no fear.  Land or sea she was able to guide by the stars and signs. More importantly, she understood some of the language that was in these ruins.  Hanging from her belt were a pair of dire flails that should have been too heavy for it. Not that her outfit was any more reasonable. Lavinia didn’t believe in modesty, only in practicality.  As such, the only thing covering her legs were pairs of long socks that kept her warm. The rest of her was wrapped in an outfit that could classify as a dress if it actually covered her ass. A pair of tight shorts were always visible, if they could be considered such.  Dorian did admit she had a very nice ass to look at. She didn’t mind anyone looking at her, in fact she encouraged it. Her shoulders and wrists were heavily armored, but the rest of that woman was as soft as one could imagine.
The only man here was Kevoran, and he always kept his eyes politely elsewhere.  Dorian knew that whoever Lavinia was showing off to, it wasn’t him. That left the last two members of their expedition. Alexandra Heliot and Tori.  Alexandra was his girlfriend of sorts, even though she didn’t like to admit that she was dating a bird. Birdman. Whatever. Alexandra had been a gladiator, a free woman who entered the Verusian arenas to fight and win money and fame.  She had succeeded, and her trident was at her side always. She, Lenna, and Dorian had been the only ones to make it out last time. Dorian had entered a man and come out a hawk. Lenna had gone in human and come out part elemental. Alexandra had probably gotten it the worst.  


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