From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado)
Subject: Blood Lust- Chp. 8 By PJ
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Blood Lust by PJ Chapter 8
The wiry Elven warrior walked proudly through the entry portal of the
tall, crystal tower that housed the Council. Around the shining tower was
a vast city of tree houses and pink crystal dwellings. The City of the
Elves was deep within the Great Forest of Kelderwood, far in Southern
Magnamund. Striding into the vast entry chamber, the Elven fighter
levitated gracefully into the air until he reached the landing that led to
the Assembly Hall. Nodding to the two guards watching the entryway, the
fighter strode down a carpeted path past softly glowing LightOrbs until he
stood before the levitating Council members. Each of the five Elves was
dressed in grey robes that hid their figures and sex. Cowls hid their
facial features, while a shaft of bright, white light illuminated each of
them with searing clarity.
"Are you prepared, Melf?" asked the leader of the Council.
"Yes, my lord," acknowledged the raven-haired Elf with a respectful
nod.
"You must leave the Great Forest and find the renegade, Gwena,"
emphasized a female voice from a darkened hood.
"And when you do, you must kill her," finished a male voice. "Gwena
has become corrupt with the Darklords' taint and must be destroyed before
she annihilates us all."
"I understand, I will do as you ask," replied Melf.
"Then go and free Magnamund of the Dark Elf's evil," chanted all the
Council members together before they faded away. The five shafts of light
died, plunging the room into dimly lit shadow as Melf turned and left the
Assembly Hall. Re-emerging from the crystal tower, Melf made directly for
his small room in a nearby inn to retrieve his backpack and weapons.
Paying the young Elf girl at the bar, Melf left the inn, then chanted the
words of a Teleport spell before vanishing in a spray of greenish light.
Mara lay upon her small cot, naked but clean after Skarg splashed
water over her earlier in the morning. At the moment she was alone, tied
to the cot as her captors went to eat and drill within the fortress-city.
Struggling within her bonds, Mara closed her eyes and envisioned the
ropes, calling upon the power of magick to release her. Mouthing the
words to a Telekinesis spell, the ropes slowly rustled and slid apart.
Mara rubbed her sore, bruised wrists, then quickly jumped to her feet and
searched for some clothing. She found a discarded shirt on one of the
Giak's cots, then some oversized breeches made of coarse leather. Tying
the breeches against her slim waist with some rope, Mara tucked a short
knife into her makeshift belt, then peeked outside to see if she could
flee. Giaks and Helghast roamed the streets, either patrolling the area
or going about their assigned tasks. The slim girl did see several groups
of humans walking along the edges of the roads, carrying burdens for their
Giak masters or clutching scrolls protectively with their arms. Gritting
her teeth, Mara left the barracks and entered the congested streets, her
back hunched as she tried to remain inconspicuous and blend with the
crowd.
After being shoved aside and prodded by several leering Giaks, Mara made
her way to the west gate and slid past the inattentive guards. Once past
the gaze of the Giak soldiers, Mara sprang into a desperate run, pumping
her legs for all she was worth until she reached the foot of the
surrounding mountains. Stopping briefly to catch her breath, Mara swung
her head up as she heard the sound of horses approaching from a nearby
mountain trail. Searching desperately for somewhere to hide, the lovely
girl crouched behind some nearby bushes and held her breath with fear.
A party of Dark Elves rode into view, led by a devastatingly
beautiful Dark Elf woman dressed in skintight black leather. Behind the
Elf woman rode four Dark Elf warriors, men with long, black hair,
pasty-white skin, and lean, gaunt bodies. As the Dark Elves rode past,
Mara pressed her lips together and grasped the hilt of her knife tightly.
Suddenly, the Dark Elf woman stopped her horse, and with a brief exchange
of hand signals, the whole party dismounted and charged towards the
kneeling girl. Gasping with terror, Mara shot to her feet and drew her
knife, waving it in wide arcs to keep the Elves away from her. Faster
than thought, one of the Dark Elf males shot his hand forward and caught
her weapon wrist. Twisting savagely, the Dark Elf forced Mara to drop her
knife, then he turned her arm behind her back and held it in place with a
vice-like grip. Panting for breath, the captured girl watched with
apprehension as the Dark Elf woman walked forward and cupped her chin
gently.
"Very pretty," remarked the Elf woman with a cold grin. "She would
bring a fine price on the slave block.
"Do we really have the time, Victoria?" asked one of the Dark Elf
fighters. "I thought you made quite a bit from the last one."
"A girl always has expenses," replied the Elf woman with a smile as
she slowly caressed Mara's neck, then slid her right hand between the
girl's full breasts. "We'll take her with us for now."
"As you wish," said the fighter with a frown.
"Now, who are you, my little one?" asked Victoria as she placed her
right hand on Mara's smooth forehead and whispered an ESP spell. "Ah, a
mage. Your name is Mara, and you're on a quest to recover the lost
Sommerswerd. How delightful!"
"Maybe we should give her to the governor of Helmstorm. The
Darklords will want her," warned the argumentative Dark Elf.
"No. I like this one, Ash. She's mine," replied Victoria with teeth
bared as she continued to probe Mara's defenseless mind. "She knew
Brandon, a Crystal Star mage, and she saw Gwena Starblade! It is a small
world."
"We should definitely give her up. The Darklords want Gwena dead,"
informed Ash.
"I'm quite aware of that," said Victoria. "It's such a pity, she
really had a lot of potential."
"Please, don't hurt me," begged Mara with tears in her wide eyes.
"Oh, I won't hurt you, much," promised Victoria with a leer before
she bent to kiss Mara lovingly on the nose. "Tie her wrists, then put her
on one of the horses."
"Yes, mistress," acknowledged Ash as he walked forward to take the
trembling girl from her captor.
Tying her small wrists with a leather strap, the gaunt Dark Elf led her to
his horse, then helped her up before mounting behind her. With a snap of
her reins, Victoria turned her band around and re-entered the mountains,
leaving the smoky, iron behemoth of Helmstorm behind.
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