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Dragonlance: Genesis
by PJ


Chapter 2

     Linsha groaned softly, rolling onto her right side, enjoying the feel of
clean sheets around
her naked body.  She slowly opened her eyes, blinking from the warm sun rays
beaming in from a
window on the wall facing her.  Adjusting to the brightness, Linsha gazed at
the Tower of High
Sorcery that jutted up like a sword tip from an impaled victim.  The Tower cast
a dark silhouette
across the otherwise glowing skyline of Palanthas.

     "Are you feeling better?" asked Allustria, entering the small room with a
covered tray.

     "Aye, I'm glad the magic worked."

     "Magic is far more dependable than you knights would like to believe,"
smiled the cleric,
placing her tray on a bedside table.  She removed the lid, revealing steaming
scrambled eggs, ham,
and jelly-laden toast.

     "Thank the Goddess!  I'm starved!" grinned Linsha, placing the tray on her
lap before
attacking her morning feast.

     "You do look thinner.  Why didn't you eat better in Sanction?"

     "I had to keep up the pretense of a struggling sell-sword.  Mercenaries
usually don't have a
lot of money to eat with, they spend it on ale and whores."

     "I wouldn't know," blushed Allustria deeply.

     "I wouldn't expect you to, a cleric of the Goddess and all," giggled
Linsha mischievously.

     "Your commander wants to meet you after you've had time to eat and wash
up.  You're to
go to the chapter house in Old City."

     "I will.  Thank you for watching me again, Allustria."

     "We all serve in our own way," nodded the cleric before departing.

     Linsha left the Temple of the Goddess, eyeing the Tower of High Sorcery to
the south
warily before following the curve of a northern street as it wound to the east.
 She admired the
Palace as she walked, its white tower gleaming in the golden sunlight. 
Fountains sparkled
everywhere, making the air cool and soothing.  Linsha took the time to bind her
shoulder length
red hair into a loose ponytail, letting it dangle down her armored back.  She
passed a foot patrol of
knights when she came within sight of the chapter house, she nodded in
acknowledgment of their
brief salutes.  

     The chapter house of the Solamnic Knights was a plain two story stone
building with
narrow windows.  Linsha walked up to the building's only entrance, saluting the
two knights who
stood guard outside.  Passing through the front door, Linsha walked by two more
knights who
guarded the inner entrance, turning left to enter a short hallway.  At the end
of the hall, Linsha
entered an office with a single occupant, Commander Darach.

     "Linsha, I'm glad you made it back," smiled Darach, motioning the girl to
sit opposite him.
"What did you find out?"

     "Nothing in addition to what I reported before I left Sanction.  The dark
knight found out
who I was somehow.  I had to kill most of the party, but he got away."

     "I see.  If the dark knights are searching for magical artifacts, we need
to stop them.  I can't
spare much right now, Command thinks that Abrena is planning a major campaign
in the regions
surrounding Neraka.  I want you to form a party and neutralize this artifact
hunt.  Requisition any
material or personnel you think you need.  I'm giving you operational commander
status for the
duration of the mission."

     "Thank you, sir," nodded Linsha gratefully.

     "May the Goddess watch over you and your companions," smiled Darach
wearily from his
desk chair.


     "At least finding a cleric is easy," remarked Linsha, with Allustria
walking beside her.  "Are
you sure that this mage we're meeting is reliable."

     "Well, she is a White Robe, that's about as reliable a wizard as you can
find on Krynn,"
replied Allustria with a shrug.

     The two young women climbed the wide marble steps of the Great Library of
Palanthas,
the stairway illuminated by softly glowing orbs of magic floating at even
intervals.  After knocking
with a massive door knocker, one of the huge iron portals swung inwards on
oiled hinges.

     "Yes?" said the young acolyte from the doorway.

     "We're looking for Ayarlin Luassath.  She was said to be helping Master
Bertrem with the
restoration," replied Allustria crisply.

     "Ah.  Please follow me," said the acolyte, closing the thick door after
the two girls walked
past.  He motioned the girls forward with one wide sleeved arm, guiding them
through the high,
dimly lit, arched hallway.  They passed several doorways until they reached a
door at the end of
the wide passage.  The acolyte opened the door, entering a huge dim chamber
lined with row upon
row of bookshelves.  The shelves were made of sturdy oak and climbed up at
least ten ranks.  The
acolyte led them to the left, the shelves seeming to stretch into infinity. 
Linsha noticed that most of
the shelves were empty, adorned with a heavy layer of grey dust.

     "The rumors are true," whispered the knight.

     "Yes, when Astinus disappeared, the books went with him," replied
Allustria from the
corner of her mouth.

     The trio entered an open square space amidst the shelves, where several
rectangular tables
rested.  At the corner of the far left table, two robed scholars examined books
from a small
wooden crate, copying information from the spines onto wide ledgers before
them.

     "Forgive me, Master, but two visitors have come to see Mistress Luassath,"
murmured the
acolyte tentatively.

     "Return to your duties," replied one of the scholars, rising from his
chair to reveal a bald
head and lightly wrinkled features.

     "Master Bertrem," bowed Allustria respectfully.

     "Greetings," replied the sage, returning the young cleric's bow, hands
hidden in the joined
sleeves of his plain brown robe.  "I shall leave you alone to converse with
Mistress Luassath."

     The second scholar raised her face to examine her visitors, wiping a
smudge of dried ink
from her right cheek.  Ayarlin was an elf, with long shining blonde hair and
sparkling blue eyes.

     "Hello, Mistress Luassath.  Your order recommended you for a mission
sponsored by the
Knights of Solamnia.  We are on a quest for ancient magics and we are in need
of someone with
your expertise," explained Allustria.

     "Where is this search taking place?" asked Ayarlin, gesturing for the two
girls to sit with
her.

     "The Desolation," answered Linsha.

     "Ah, the lost artifacts of Istar.  If the wrong hands find items of power
from those times,
we could definitely have some problems."

     "Exactly," agreed Linsha.  "Will you join us?"

     "Of course," smiled Ayarlin eagerly.


     "Teleportation will be the quickest means to the Desolation, since the
dark knights have a
head start on us," said Ayarlin as the three girls descended the steps of the
Great Library.  "I'll get
the help we need from the Tower.  Meet me at the edge of the Shoikan Grove
tomorrow morning
at sunrise."

     "You have access to the Black Tower?" whispered Allustria in awe.

     "Limited access.  Its master has taken a fancy to me," smiled Ayarlin
mysteriously.

     "We'll take your word for it.  See you at sunrise," replied Linsha
hastily, grabbing
Allustria's arm and dragging the cleric east along the bending street.  Ayarlin
giggled at Linsha's
discomfort, turning to gaze at the Tower as it stood implacably beneath the
glittering night sky. 
The elf girl strode towards the imposing edifice, her slippered feet making no
sound on the paved
boulevard.  She turned left into a wide alley between two abandoned buildings,
the darkness
closing over her heavily.  Ayarlin stopped at the end of the alley, her heart
beating rapidly from the
proximity of the Shoikan Grove.

     "Afraid, my love?" inquired a husky male voice while delicate fingers
pressed against
Ayarlin's slim shoulders.

     "Yes," breathed the elf girl, leaning back into the firm chest of Dalamar.
 The dark elf
traced a finger along Ayarlin's right cheek, caressing her flushed white skin.

     "I like it when you're afraid," whispered Dalamar into his lover's pointed
ear, gently biting
the graceful curve of her lobe.  Ayarlin sighed deeply, her pussy growing warm
with desire. 
Dalamar wrapped his arms around Ayarlin's slender waist, murmuring the words to
teleport them
to his bedchamber.  In the blink of an eye, the couple appeared in a spacious
room with an
enormous fireplace, a four poster bed, and a paper laden table.  Near the same
wall as the bed was
a work table adorned with beakers and jars filled with grotesque preserved
creatures.  A locked
chest sat between bed and work table.  Ayarlin walked to the fireplace, warming
herself from the
roaring blaze and sliding off her shoes.  She rubbed her bare feet over the
soft, rich fabric of the
bedroom's carpet while Dalamar cleared away scrolls and books from the nearby
table to summon
a decanter of elvish wine and two crystal glasses.  Pouring the blood red
liquid, Dalamar returned
to Ayarlin's side, offering her one of the drinks.

     Ayarlin smiled wantonly at Dalamar, untying the bosom of her robe,
allowing it to fall to
the carpet before taking a glass from her host.  Dalamar admired the lush
curves of Ayarlin's naked
body, the tempting fullness of her breasts, the small batch of blonde pubic
hair that surrounded her
sweet pussy.  The lovers drank deeply from their glasses, their eyes locked
upon each other. 
Ayarlin moaned as the powerful wine burned down her throat, making her flesh
grow hot with
arousal.

     "How goes the restoration?" asked Dalamar, grasping the floating decanter
with his left
hand to fill Ayarlin's empty glass.

     "Slowly.  Master Palin sent me with a crate of copies for Bertrem to add
to the archives. 
Incomplete histories and herb lore, mostly," replied Ayarlin, holding out her
glass for Dalamar to
refill.

     Dalamar filled the glass to the brim, releasing the decanter to float
nearby again.

     "Anything else of interest?"

     "A Knight of Solamnia and a cleric of the Goddess visited me.  They want
me to go with
them to the Desolation, they say Knights of Takhisis are searching the coast
for Istaran artifacts,"
said Ayarlin before drinking long from her glass.

     "Lost artifacts?  Interesting," mused Dalamar softly.

     "I said that you would Teleport us to the Desolation so we could catch the
dark knights
faster," smiled Ayarlin, her eyes smoldering with passion.

     "Really?  Rather presumptuous for a White Robe, isn't it?" replied Dalamar
with an arched
eyebrow.

     "I knew I could convince you to help us," grinned Ayarlin, kissing Dalamar
eagerly on the
mouth.  The dark elf released his glass to levitate next to his lover's,
returning Ayarlin's embrace
with equal fervor.  He fondled the elf girl's tits, his agile hands sliding
beneath and around the firm
mounds of warm flesh.  Dalamar teased Ayarlin's nipples to hardness while
stabbing her tongue
with his own.

     "My Dalamar," moaned Ayarlin, her hands pressed against his back, her tits
trembling as
the dark elf squeezed them in his grip.  The elves kissed again, their lips
locked tightly, Ayarlin's
hands running through Dalamar's long brown hair.  Dalamar broke the embrace,
picking up the
nude elf girl and carrying her easily to the soft wide bed.  The dark elf
removed his own black
robes as Ayarlin rubbed her bare legs together and licked her moist red lips. 
Dalamar climbed on
top of Ayarlin, holding her arms above her head on the pillow she rested on,
bending down to kiss
her ravenously on the mouth.  Ayarlin groaned with pleasure, pressing her
thighs against the dark
elf's bare ribs.  Dalamar bit Ayarlin's lower lip, licking down her graceful
neck to her warm
shoulders.  He squeezed Ayarlin's tits, forcing the nipples to prominence.  The
dark elf pressed his 
lips over Ayarlin's left breast, licking her nipple until she moaned loudly in
ecstasy.  He sucked on
the tit, relishing the taste of the elf girl's hot skin.  Ayarlin panted, her
fingers entangled in her
lover's thick mane.

     "Yes, Dalamar!  Yes!" moaned Ayarlin, her cunt glistening with her juices.
 Dalamar
pressed his right hand over the elf girl's pussy, rubbing her cunt
energetically, coating his palm with
her sticky honey.  Ayarlin spread her thighs apart, inviting her dark elf to
harvest her sensual
bounty.  Dalamar positioned his crotch over Ayarlin's, slowly inserting his
hardened cock into her
trembling pussy.  The elf girl gasped as she felt her lover's pole dig into her
tight vagina.  

     "You feel so good," gasped Ayarlin, her hands squeezing Dalamar's bare
shoulders while
he thrust deeper into her uterus, filling her belly with his shaft.  Dalamar
kissed Ayarlin briefly,
beginning to pump his hips rhythmically.  Ayarlin grunted from each strong
stab, her vagina
clutching Dalamar's cock possessively.  Dalamar licked the sweet perspiration
gleaming over
Ayarlin's breasts, he rubbed his nose in her musky cleavage.  The lovers
writhed together on the
soft sheets, kissing each other desperately, like animals in heat.  Dalamar
thrust one last time, his
cock smashing into the wall of Ayarlin's uterus, prompting a flood of cream to
fill her empty
womb.  Ayarlin shuddered with bliss, her eyes shut, her lips quivering
helplessly.  Dalamar held
Ayarlin's face in his hands, he kissed her shaking lips softly, then nuzzled
her damp golden hair.
The two naked elves fell asleep in each other's arms until the sun rose grandly
the next morning.
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