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Dragonlance: The Orb of Passion
by PJ
Chapter 6
The two red dragons knifed through the air, their ruby scales gleaming in
the afternoon
sunlight.
"Continue northeast," said Ulrym from his seat behind Azblan.
"Sir?" shouted the dark knight.
"We don't have anywhere better to search, follow his directions," replied
Joar.
The red dragons veered to the right, gliding on the strong thermal winds
above the jagged
mountains of the Desolation.
"Incredible," observed Phaelam as he gazed up into the Tower's upper
stories. The
interior of the Tower was one tall empty shaft with a spiraling staircase along
its walls. Doors
were also spaced along the walls at intervals. What made this tower different
than other edifices
visited by the knights was the abundance of plant life that rested everywhere.
Green leafy
vegetation thrived in planters set along the stairwell. A massive garden of
small trees and bushes
resided in the center of the ground floor, fed by sunlight that poured down
from the distant ceiling
of the Tower. A gentle breeze blew from some unknown source, rifling the tree
branches and
wafting the heady perfume of the garden's flowers all around the circumference
of the entry floor.
"It's beautiful," said Allustria, Ayarlin nodding in mute agreement.
"Keep your guard up," warned Linsha, searching the garden for possible
ambushers.
"Ayarlin, where would the magical artifacts be stored?"
"There could be lower levels with storerooms, or there could be some magic
in the
laboratories upstairs or in one of the master wizard's chambers."
"We'll have to separate. You'll come with me, Ayarlin. Phae, you take
Allustria with
you."
"Sure," nodded Phae, motioning for Allustria to follow him to a trapdoor
set in the floor on
the far side of the room. Linsha watched the knight and cleric descend,
Allustria casting a Light
spell on a rock she took from the garden beforehand.
"Follow me," said Linsha, leading the way up the foliage adorned stairs.
"There's the Tower!" declared Ulrym, pointing excitedly.
"We see it," said Joar, giving the Tower and the surrounding terrain a
careful once over.
"Guards!" exclaimed Azblan just before a burst of arrows snapped against
Joar's dragon's
belly armor.
"Take them out," ordered Joar, directing his mount towards the milling
squads of
goblinoids on the ground below him. The red dragon carrying Joar inhaled
deeply, then vomited a
bright shaft of fire at the screaming goblins in front of it. Dozens of
goblins were incinerated into
ash immediately, while others were horribly burned. Joar smiled with relish,
directing his mount to
gain altitude before banking to make another dive run.
"I'm cold," muttered Allustria, walking close to Phae as they descended
into the lower level
of the Tower.
"Stay alert," admonished Phae, his sword hand clenching into a fist with
frustration.
The companions climbed down the staircase until it emptied into an empty
square room. Two doors provided exits, one right, one left.
"Which one?" asked Allustria.
"Left," said Phae, opening the wooden portal and peeking beyond it into a
black passageway. Allustria lit up the hall with her glowing rock, allowing
Phae to proceed forward. They followed the passage to the very end, where it
ended with another wooden door. Phae tried to open the door, but the portal
would not grant entry.
"Locked," growled Phae impatiently.
"Guess we go right," said Allustria.
They returned to the entry room, opening the right hand door to see where it
led. It too opened into a long, narrow passage that led to a closed door.
Phae tried this door, which opened quite easily. Carefully passing the
doorway's threshold, Phae detected the shambling skeletons with plenty of time
to spare.
"Can you repel them?" asked Phae sharply.
"No, I don't have my holy symbol."
"Perfect," frowned Phae, diving into the room, lashing out with his right
boot, shattering a skeleton's left leg.
"This certainly wasn't what I was expecting for a Tower of High Sorcery,"
remarked Ayarlin, admiring the plants as she followed Linsha up the spiraling
stairwell.
Linsha didn't reply, she kept her eyes forward, alert for anything strange to
occur. Wishing she had a good blade or even a dagger, the knight ascended two
levels before the plants struck. Ayarlin was attacked first while she stopped
to smell a particularly pleasant flower bloom.
Green vines lashed out from the planter, wrapping around Ayarlin's wrists and
waist. The elf managed a brief shout before a vine wrapped around her face,
gagging her. Linsha spun around at the noise, her eyes widening in
astonishment before tendrils of thorns exploded from behind her and bound her
body. Linsha grunted as the tendrils' thorns bit into her flesh, numbing her
limbs.
She watched while Ayarlin was dragged towards a huge blossom with a glistening
green phallic probe. Vines pulled off Ayarlin's robe, turning her naked body
around to face the quivering blossom. Ayarlin screamed into her gag as the
erect green shaft moved forward and nuzzled her pussy. Linsha returned to her
own dilemma when several red buds attached themselves to her arms and neck,
biting through her skin. The knight gasped as the buds sucked out her blood,
trembling as they fed upon her. Linsha began feeling weaker, her struggles
became less violent with the approach of unconsciousness.
Ayarlin moaned when the flower probe slid into her pussy. Her thighs quivered
while the blossom covered her crotch, the probe thrusting back and forth inside
her vagina. Vines surrounded her breasts, squeezing them tightly, caressing
her warm flesh. A numbness began to grow from Ayarlin's cunt, expanding to her
legs and stomach, stealing all sensation from her bound body. Using the last
of her strength, Ayarlin tried to free her hands for one last desperate spell.
Phaelam smashed the last skeleton to rubble with his joined fists. The knight
wheezed for air, his tunic torn in several places, blood flowing freely from
nasty scratch wounds. Allustria hurried from the doorway to Phae's side,
setting down the glowing rock to take off Phae's shirt and examine his
injuries. After Allustria cast her healing magic on the worst of the cuts,
Phae replaced his shirt and began searching the room. Phae found a key amidst
the bones of one of the destroyed guardians. Smiling triumphantly, Phae
returned to the locked door, sliding in the key and twisting it open. Pushing
in the door, the knight halted suddenly as he beheld the racks of weapons and
armor stored within.
"The Goddess be praised," smiled Phae happily.
"Dragons fry troops good," observed Minion from Gnasher's side.
"Indeed. Sound the retreat, we seem to be outmatched for the time being."
The little goblin grasped a crumpled iron horn from his belt and blew with all
his might. The call echoed over the battlefield, prompting the few survivors
from the dragons' assaults to retreat back towards Gnasher's smoldering command
tent.
"What about great magic?" reminded Minion.
"We will retrieve it another time, when the opportunity allows," replied
Gnasher as he mounted a particularly massive dire wolf. Minion hopped onto his
own wolf, racing after his lord who led the retreat into the craggy wilderness
of the Desolation.
"They're on the run!" laughed Jenni, her face flushed with cruel excitement.
"Yes, now to claim the prize. Ulrym, how do we enter the Tower?" shouted
Joar.
"We must open an entrance on the roof!" replied the mage.
Joar nodded, directing his dragon mount towards the peak of the tall Tower.
The dragon spat his fiery breath, burning a roughly circular hole in the
Tower's cone shaped roof. Uncharacteristically brave, Ulrym tied a rope from
his waist to his saddle horn, jumping from his hovering dragon steed to the
still smoking entry hole on the tower. The thin wizard disappeared from sight,
his rope becoming slack after Ulrym freed himself from it.
"Go after him, Jenni. I don't trust him alone with anything really powerful."
"Nor do I, Joar," agreed Jenni, copying the mage's rope descent to the tower.
Ayarlin bit through the vine gagging her mouth, her teeth easily parting the
plant's soft flesh. Spitting out sticky sap from her mouth, the elf girl aimed
her right hand at the neck of the large blossom and cast her Magic Missile
spell. The neck exploded in a cloud of green ichor, the blossom shuddering
before it fell away from her aching pussy. The vines released their hold,
letting Ayarlin free herself to help her trapped comrade. Linsha lay limply
within the thorny embrace of the vampire roses, her skin chalky white from
blood loss. Ayarlin tugged on Linsha's barbed restraints, the thorns biting
into the skin of her palms, numbing her hands. More tendrils shot towards
Ayarlin, wrapping around her wrists, paralyzing her thin bare arms. Ayarlin
gasped in pain, falling to her knees as a tendril wrapped around her neck,
biting into her warm flesh.
Ayarlin blinked when a glowing sword severed the tendrils entrapping her.
Phaelam shouted a battle cry as he hacked at the rose plant feeding on Linsha.
Allustria cradled Ayarlin's naked body, pouring healing energy into her slim
frame. After destroying the vampire roses, Phae carried Linsha to Allustria,
who used the last of her magic to stabilize the blood-drained knight.
"There was a loud noise upstairs, I'm going to check it out," said Phae, proud
in his gleaming silver platemail.
"Wait for me," replied Allustria, grasping her new stout quarterstaff to
follow the enthusiastic knight.
The companions raced to the top of the spiral staircase, which led to a single
iron reinforced door. Phae tried the door, not surprised when it resisted his
attempts to open it.
"Get back," warned Phae, brandishing his glowing long sword with both hands
before hacking at the stubborn portal. The door smashed in easily, permitting
Phae to charge inside. The knight found Ulrym holding a pulsing orb lovingly
in his hands, a dark robed cleric standing impatiently behind him.
"Damn! A Solamnic Knight!" spat the woman, raising her spiked mace for
battle.
"Let me handle it," said Ulrym, his voice silky with confidence. He raised
the orb to eye level, holding it out towards Phae. The Solamnic Knight snorted
when nothing happened, tightening the grip on his sword as he marched towards
his foes. The orb's light danced in front of Phae, drawing his gaze, beguiling
him.
"Stop. You will not interfere with our escape," said Ulrym with a cold smile.
Phae halted in his tracks, his eyes locked on the swirling lights within the
Orb. Ulrym held out the Orb until he reached the dangling rope that led back
to his hovering mount. Ulrym whispered to the Orb, commanding it to shrink to
the size of a marble. The mage reverently placed the Orb in a silk belt pouch
before grasping the rope and agilely climbing up through the hole in the roof.
Jenni frowned at Phae, debating whether she should kill him now while he was
still entranced by magic. Sighing loudly, the cleric slid her mace into its
holder ring on her belt, taking her own rope back to her waiting dragon. The
two dragons flapped energetically, gaining some distance from the Tower before
gliding away on a powerful mountain wind.
Allustria finally reached the doorway, carefully scouting the room first,
finding only Phae standing perfectly still in the middle of the wide circular
chamber. She drew close to the knight, staring into his unblinking eyes,
recognizing the effects of a Charm Person enchantment. She slapped him several
times painfully, calling out his name.
"What? What happened?" stammered Phae, blinking his eyes and looking around
vacantly.
"The dark knights got away. Did they take anything?"
"Yes, I think so. An orb, a pulsing orb."
"We better go. It looks like the dark knights got what they were looking
for," frowned Allustria, leading the confused knight back to their waiting
companions.
The End.
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