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Realms Phantasy: Games Within Games by PJ


Chapter 3

     Night lay over the smoldering ruins of Dathorgrove like a warm
blanket.   Alfred Mortis crouched at the mouth of an empty alley,
cloaked under a spell of Invisibility.  He held his iron battle staff
in both hands, the weapon throbbing with the contained power of the
lesser god Iyachtu Xvim.  Alfred could just barely sense the presence
of Good beings nearby, which had prompted him to warn his shaky ally
Rhant and to prepare an ambush on the western side of the destroyed
village, where the carnage was greatest.  Hours had passed, but still
the heroes had not appeared.  Alfred began to daydream, his mind
reveling in thoughts of domination and limitless power, the power of
being the greatest mage on Faerun.  Xvim had promised him greatness if
he only obeyed the dread god's commands and collected the women who
held the divine power of Mystra, goddess of Magic.  Alfred was so
caught up in his fantasies of power that he failed to see the
billowing patch of darkness that descended from the sky and alighted
on a roof across the street from his position.  A brief flash of fire
broke Alfred from his revelry just before the Fireball exploded around
him.  

     Alfred screamed as the flames licked his pale flesh.  He was
hurled back into the recesses of the alley, his black robes and cloak
smoking.  The necromancer staggered to his knees, holding onto his
staff for support.  He invoked one of the staff's powers, healing the
painful burns upon his body.  Another flash of light heralded the
approach of a flaming sphere, the ball of crackling fire rolling down
the alley towards the mage.  Alfred jumped to the right hand side of
the alley, pressing his back against the hard wooden wall.  The
rolling sphere sizzled past Alfred, its heat making him grimace.
Alfred peered towards the mouth of the alley, trying to spot his
attacker.  He found a human form draped in a flowing black cloak
kneeling at the edge of a roof across from him.  The human made a
quick hand gesture, creating two green glowing darts that hurled
directly towards Alfred.  The necromancer stumbled back, vainly trying
to dodge the Magic Missiles before they struck.  The magical darts
slammed into Alfred's thin chest, sending spears of agony into his
elderly body.  Alfred doubled over in pain, his breath rasping in
burning lungs.  Glaring with hate, Alfred withdrew a ball of bat guano
from a belt pouch and hissed the words to Fireball.  He threw the ball
at the stranger, watching in smug satisfaction as the ball ignited
into a brief spark that blossomed into a huge sphere of flame around
the top of the opposing building.  The air roared with the explosion
of the Fireball, the entire upper two floors of the targeted building
shattering into all directions.  The glare of the explosion prevented
Alfred from witnessing his foe's death, but did nothing to reduce the
necromancer's pleasure.  Alfred clutched the two scorch marks on his
chest, cursing the limitations of his staff that prevented him from
invoking its healing powers a second time.  The necromancer shambled
back to the mouth of the alley, the flames of the nearby building
slowly dying as they ran out of material to burn.

     "Sloppy, necromancer," observed a beautiful woman dressed in a
black silk dress, a bright red sash around her shapely hips.  She
aimed an ivory wand at Alfred, snapping out a single command word.
The wand spat out three Magic Missiles that impaled the stunned mage
in the belly.  Alfred drooled blood as he fell limply to the street,
his torso smoking from the blasts.

     "What the hell?" shouted Rhant as he ran up to where Alfred lay.

     "Another one?" sighed the woman before she prepared to cast a
spell.

     "Hey!  Whoa!  Wait!" exclaimed Rhant fearfully, raising his hands
in surrender.

     "Are you not this necromancer's apprentice?" inquired the woman.

     "He taught me a few spells, but that's it, babe!" 

     "Why should I spare you?"

     "Uh, I know stuff.  There's some heroes coming, the old man and I
were setting a trap for them.  You could take them out instead and
claim their loot!"

     "Ah, so that's why Vana's so late.  Probably playing with them,"
muttered the red-maned woman as she knelt next to Alfred's body.

     "Help yourself," whined Rhant disapprovingly.

     "Not as good as the Magick Staff, but it'll do," smiled the
sorceress, Alfred's black iron staff held covetously in both hands.

     "Uh, since we're buddies and all, what's your name?"

     "Ravena..Ravena Nightmane," declared the sorceress proudly.


     Jiri groaned softly, her entire naked body aching dully.  She was
tied to a tree, her arms wrapped around its trunk and bound at the
wrists with leather cord.  A second cord wrapped around her waist,
pinning her against the rough bark.  Jiri pressed her right cheek
lightly against the tree's skin, dreading the horrors to come.

     "Loviatar, my dread goddess, accept the worship of this unworthy
slave.   Let this girl's cries of pain bring you joy and grant me a
place one day at your side," chanted Vana Lasher from nearby, her
gloved hands clasped in prayer.  The lich Azimer reclined against
another tree, his arms folded against his restored chest.

	Vana licked her red painted lips in anticipation as she
uncoiled her barbed whip.  Without warning she snapped it across
Jiri's bare back, cutting a bloody rent diagonally across her pale
white skin.  Jiri cried out in pain, her hands struggling in their
tight bonds.  Vana whipped the naked girl over and over, until Jiri's
back was a mess of blood and torn flesh.  Jiri hung limply in her
leather bonds, the cord around her waist the only thing keeping her
upright.   Vana purred when she lashed Jiri's left buttock, adorning
it with a red slash mark.  Jiri moaned softly, her throat raw from
screaming.  Vana whipped Jiri's smooth ass several times, covering it
with agonizing slashes.  Azimer watched in approval, his eyes burning
with bloodlust as he watched the naked girl bleed against the tree she
was bound upon.

	Vana returned her whip to her belt, walking up to the groaning
young woman.   She yanked back Jiri's head by her waist length red
hair, kissing the pain-wracked girl ravenously on the mouth.  The evil
cleric sucked on Jiri's sweet lower lip before ending the embrace.
Vana removed a leather strip from her pouch, positioning it across
Jiri's face.  Jiri's eyes widened when she saw the long, sharp nail
fastened to the middle of the mouth gag.

	"No, please," begged Jiri, her lips trembling with fear.

	"Accept the Kiss of Loviatar," replied Vana before she pressed
the nail into Jiri's mouth.  The half-elf girl's screams were muffled
by the gag that Vana fastened around her victim's head.  The nail
pierced Jiri's tongue and rammed itself deeply into her lower jaw.
Fresh tears spilled from Jiri's eyes as blood dripped under the gag
and down her chin.  Vana rubbed her nose against Jiri's neck, her
right hand sliding down the girl's skin-torn back.  The priestess
licked Jiri's warm blood from her fingers, then placed her hand over
Jiri's slashed ass.  She slid her fingers into Jiri's crack, rubbing
up and down the naked girl's pussy and anus.  Jiri moaned softly, her
eyes closed against the pain washing across her back and mouth.  

	Vana removed a crotch harness from her pouch, fastening the
device around her hips.  She fondled the large dildo thrusting out
from the harness, then she started rubbing it between Jiri's buttocks.
Jiri entwined her fingers together, preparing herself for fresh agony.
Vana shoved the dildo into Jiri's pussy with a strong thrust of her
hips.  Jiri groaned as Vana pumped in and out of her cunt, the dildo
sliding deeply into her vagina.  Jiri's bloody buttocks rocked up and
down with each violent thrust of Vana's crotch.  Vana grasped two
handfuls of Jiri's thick red hair, using them as reins while she
fucked the naked girl's tight slit.  Jiri's breasts pressed against
the hard bark of the tree she was bound to, the soft flesh rubbed raw
by the tree's tough skin.   Vana panted with exertion, her eyes wild
with lust.  She slapped more violently into Jiri's pussy, her own cunt
dripping with sticky honey.  As she felt an orgasm approaching, Vana
unsheathed a dagger from her belt.  She held the edge of the blade
against Jiri's vulnerable throat, her cunt throbbing on the edge of
ecstasy.  When hot cum gushed from Vana's pussy, she slashed Jiri's
throat, panting deeply as she felt the girl's life drain away with her
gushing blood.

	"Very nice," clapped Azimer while Vana stumbled away from
Jiri's bound corpse.  Vana bent over, supporting herself with hands on
knees, gasping for breath after her catharsis of lust.

	"Time..to..get moving," panted Vana, straightening up before
she removed the dildo harness from her hips.

	"Indeed.  We have wasted too much time already," remarked
Azimer, leaving the clearing to recover his black charger that grazed
nearby.


	Jana finished buckling the last clasp of her leather armor,
checked to make sure her weapons were secure, then stood up to begin
her pursuit.  She tied her auburn hair into a ponytail, then sprinted
through the trees nearly without sound.  She returned to the clearing
where Vana and her male companion had captured Jiri, but nothing
remained except the embers of a dying campfire.   Jana re-gathered the
rest of her gear as well as Jiri's.  She searched the clearing
thoroughly, finally discovering a trail leading south.  She followed
the trail cautiously, eventually entering a second clearing within the
trees.   Jiri's dead body drew Jana's eyes, the rogue girl whimpered
softly when she beheld her mutilated friend.  Jana moved to Jiri's
side, closing the dead girl's wide eyes.  She untied Jiri's body,
laying it gently upon the blood-drenched grass.

	"I'm sorry," whispered Jana, hot tears sliding down her pale
cheeks.  She covered Jiri with a spare blanket from her pack.  Jana
stood up slowly, tears of loss drying to be replaced with burning,
rage filled eyes.


	The next morning was bright and warm, the sky a deep azure
canopy.  Ravena sat loosely in a chair, feet placed over a nearby
table as she watched Rhant fuck Debra across the room.  Rhant held the
naked girl's legs up in the air as he shoved himself into her raw
pussy.  Ravena took another sip from her mug of ale, enjoying the
spectacle immensely.  Alfred's staff lay nearby, the weapon glowing
with a soft green light as it too enjoyed Debra's shame and
degradation.  Rhant climaxed inside Debra's warm belly, then cleaned
the tip of his member against her pink orifice.

	While Rhant straightened his black robe, Ravena's black iron
staff began to glow brighter, filling the tavern common room with an
intense jade light.

	"Why is it doing that?" asked Rhant, shielding his eyes with
his right arm.

	"The Detect Good spell senses someone, my quarry,
approaching," smiled Ravena before draining her mug, discarding the
vessel for the intensely glowing staff.

	"Damn, I was going to kill the bitch today," frowned Rhant,
eyeing Debra who cowered at the far corner of the table she lay upon.

	"Kill her later, we have to meet our guests," replied Ravena
as she disappeared out the door.

	"Watch her," ordered Rhant hastily before he ran after Ravena.

	Debra took her thin torn shift from a nearby chair, sliding it
over her bruised body.  She shook out her blue hair, tucking it away
from her pointed ears.  Debra glanced at the zombie who guarded her,
the dead elf woman staring at her intently.  Debra thought for several
moments, replaying what Rhant said again and again.  Tentatively,
Debra slid off the table, walking towards the open doorway.  When the
zombie failed to react beyond continuing to watch her, Debra smiled
before shooting out through the door as fast as her slim legs could
propel her.


	"Well met, sister," smiled Ravena when she spotted Vana Lasher
and Azimer from the edge of town.

	"Reunited at last," grinned Vana, leaping off of the lich's
black charger to hug the fiery- maned sorceress.

	"Ah, here is the young man who freed me from my prison and
granted me a portion of his life," said Azimer, dismounting gracefully
from his stoic horse.

	"Do I know you?" inquired Rhant with a confused frown.

	"Yes.  Remember, the mines?" provided Azimer as he walked
towards the young mage.

	"What?  The lich!" hissed Rhant, his eyes widening in
realization.

	"And now I finish taking what is mine," growled Azimer,
grasping Rhant's chest with his right hand.

	"No!" screamed Rhant, his body shuddering from the lich's life
draining touch.  The obsidian ring on Azimer's finger pulsed with
unholy power, drawing the young man's essence into the lich's corrupt
frame.

	"Yesss," hissed Azimer, his magically restored features
contorted with obscene ecstasy.

	Rhant pushed futilely on Azimer's deceptively thin arm, then
struggled for the short sword belted at his waist.  Drawing the weapon
swiftly, Rhant plunged the sword into Azimer's chest.  Azimer roared
in agony, the blade flaring with blood-red radiance.

	"Die, bastard!" spat Rhant, twisting the sword within the
lich's torso.

	Azimer clawed the blade impaled within his chest, his arms
growing weak with approaching death.

	"I..will..not die..alone," gasped Azimer, withdrawing a black
pearl from a belt pouch.

	"Stop him!" shouted Ravena, recognizing the spell component.

	Azimer crushed the black pearl in his hand, using the last of
his magic to cast the awful spell.  A cloud of glowing purple vapor
exploded from the pearl, expanding out to fill the street.  Rhant
staggered away from Azimer, freed from the now dead lich's grasp.  He
covered his mouth with both hands, his eyes becoming large with
astonishment.   Purple vapor collected around Rhant, smothering him
with deadly magic.  The dying mage reached out to the two women with
his right hand, his flesh becoming dry and wrinkled.  Rhant fell to
the street, his body now a withered husk, his eyes nothing but empty
sockets.

	"Vana!" shouted Ravena as the purple vapor overcame her.

	"Ravena, no!" replied Vana, watching helplessly while Ravena
was slain by the enchanted vapor the same way as Rhant.  

	Vana backed away from the glowing cloud as it slowly broke
apart.  She stared at the corpse of her companion Ravena, the once
beautiful wizard nothing more than a dry husk over bones.  Consumed
with loss, Vana was oblivious to anything else until Jana stabbed her
in the back with her silver short sword.  Vana screeched in agony,
wrenching herself forward away from the impaling blade.   Jana held
onto her sword as Vana pulled away, then she charged the evil cleric.
Vana drew her dagger, slicing it in a wide arc.  The glistening steel
cut Jana's right leather sleeve, biting lightly into her flesh.  Jana
glanced at the burning wound, recognizing the dread sensation of
poison flowing into her bloodstream.

	"I won't let you win this time, Moonbeam!  I'll see you rot
first!" spat Vana, drool leaking out of her mouth.

	The two young women circled each other, gaging each other's
defenses.  Snake swift, Vana uncoiled her whip, lashing out with a
loud snap.  The barbs bit into Jana's right arm, making her sword hand
numb with pain.  Jana dropped her sword into her left hand, thrusting
outwards with it.  Vana screamed when the cold steel slid into her
stomach.  The cleric tried to cast a spell, but lost the magic when
Jana twisted the blade inside her.  Jana's vision blurred, the poison
in her blood making its way to her heart.

	"The poison is doing its work well," giggled Vana, blood
sliding from her lips.  "We go to Hell together!"

	Vana slowly released hold of her whip, falling to her knees,
then collapsing onto her back.  Jana untangled herself from the barbed
weapon, tripping onto her buttocks.   Sweat gathered on the rogue's
brow, her breathing became labored and weak.   Jana fell backwards,
arms outstretched limply.

	"So this is death," observed Jana, smiling wanly as the
darkness consumed the sun and sky.


	


	Debra was standing over Jana when the rogue awoke.  The lovely
thief sat up, then glanced at her right arm, which had a bandage
wrapped around it.

	"How?" stammered Jana, amazed to be alive.

	"I found a jar of ointment in your gear.  I used some on your
arm wounds, then I wrapped a bandage over them all," replied Debra
proudly.

	"Jiri's ointment," murmured Jana, remembering when Jiri had
went shopping for healing magic.

	"Are you okay?" inquired Debra.

	"Yes, I am," smiled Jana, allowing the elf girl to help her to
her feet.  She looked at all the dead bodies around her, then turned
to regard the elf waiting expectantly.

	"Let's find you a new home," suggested Jana.

	"Thank you!" grinned Debra, hugging the thief happily around
the waist.

End Program.



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