Shisu-Chan00 Posted July 21, 2018 Author Share Posted July 21, 2018 Wryn knew that Gildir would try and make him feel better and maybe that was why he said something in the first place. His heart was heavy with the misdeeds he had done to his son, his mother must think he was horrible. He didn’t want to add on to it anymore. He felt pain for what he had done knowing that Gildir’s mother would resent him for these such actions. Then again…she wasn’t here…as much as he wanted to love her and respect her he knew that if gildir decided on this she couldn’t stop him. They weren’t related by blood, they weren’t family by blood. He could easily unadopt Gildir now that he is an adult and they could do this without the fear of it looking bad. Then again…that would mean disowning the only thing that ever mattered in Wryn’s life and he didn’t see that happening anytime soon. He felt a soft pressure on his shoulder and he tilted his head peering over to Gildir who was trying his hardest to make him feel better. After his initial response to his words Gildir fell silent for a few moments. When he spoke again Wryn was a little shocked o hear what he had to say. It wasn’t a big deal? Really? Was Wryn seeing something Gildir wasn’t? Wryn opened his mouth then closed it hearing the last part of his sentence. Gildir was trying to make him feel better and the thought did make him chuckle. Then again he could see that something on Gildir’s face wasn’t okay. His mind was thinking it through when the younger elf asked what was being made for dinner. Wryn shook his head a moment and smiled lightly, a small flicker of his old self back. “I was thinking a stew with some of the meat we have left. I think since we are so close to town we can use some of the vegetables we have left too and have a little feast.” He winked to Gildir and shifted slightly pulling his bag his way. He pulled out potatoes, carrots, and squash holding them up for Gildir to see. “We can buy more, I get a pretty good pay from the elders for my healing duties so I’m not worried. I also get paid rather well for healing the outsiders too. We will have to stop by a bank before we buy anything though and get some money out.” He held the vegetables out for Gildir. “Can you dice these for me? Then just put them in the pot. I’ll get the meat prepared.” Wryn then resorted to silence as he pulled his bag over once more getting the meat from it and taking the knife that was strapped to his thigh out. He wasn’t the best at wilderness hunting but he was pretty good just like every elf was. He skillfully worked the meat cutting any fat or dirt form the red mass in his hands. He then shredded it and put it in the stew watching it sink to the bottom of the pot where it could get the hottest. He shifted the knife in his hands and wiped it clean before putting it back in its holster on his thigh. He peered over to Gildir wondering if he was done with his task yet or not. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted July 22, 2018 Share Posted July 22, 2018 Gildir wasn't sure what effect his words had on Wryn, but his effort to change the subject seemed to have worked, for a moment they seemed to be at their home and was going to have dinner as usual. He took out his small camping cutting board and knife, then began to cut the ingredients as Wryn requested. Cooking together like this really brought some familiarity to the bizarre circumstances they found themselves in. Gildir chuckled and said: "This reminds me the time when you took me to look for herbs and spent a night in the woods. When was it? 40 years ago? Or was it 50?" Gildir passed the diced ingredients back to Wryn and smiled: "I remember that I was so scared when the sun set and the forest became dark. I was about to cry then you cast a spell and created a sphere of light, then I was not scared anymore. Afterwards we set up camp and you cooked a stew just like this one. After dinner you spent the night telling stories and fairy tales, on the history of the races and the world, and of course, the stories of these woods, how our ancestors found the village and carved out a safe place for Elvan kind among the dangerous beasts and creatures. You made me fell in love with the woods, and also the idea of fighting to keep your loved ones safe. While I couldn’t become like the great mages in your stories, at least I’ve got this.” He finished with lightly patting on the sheath of the sword hanging from his belt. Gildir waited for Wryn to finish cooking, the smell of the pot caused a quite audible rumbling in his stomach. He got the bowl and poured the stew for both of them. The gentle flavor created by the meat and the various vegetables was as delicious as ever, and given how hungry Gildir was he quickly emptied his bowl and went for a second. After the meal Gildir took it upon himself to clean up and dishes. He shifted to a more comfortable spot to sit and said: “Father you sleep first, I’ll stay up and watch for the first half of the night.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted July 23, 2018 Author Share Posted July 23, 2018 When Gildir spoke the simple memory brought a smile to his lips. He chuckled lightly with Gildir as he put the other bits of meat into the pot. He knew it was probably 40 years ago but he remembered it like it was yesterday. Elves had really good memory and it wasn’t unlike him to recall such nights with Gildir. The thought of him as a boy now seemed so far away, hundreds of years ago it felt like. Age was creeping up on Wryn and he knew that before long he would be growing old and Gildir would be taking over. Of course this thought didn’t get to stick for Gildir was handing him the ingredients and Wryn was putting them back into the pot. His rendition of the memory was more childlike than what Wryn remembered but that was to be expected from the child Gildir was at the time. Wryn was much younger, taking care of a very fast growing Gildir who was surpassing his expectations day after day. One evening Wryn wanted to introduce the woods to Gildir, for the boy had been terrified to venture into them before now. So, they travelled into the forest before dusk heading to a meadow with herbs and ever growing greens. It was a safe and perfect place for a campsite, away from any roads or towns, still relatively close to the village. It was beautiful at night with lightening bugs roaming about lighting up the tall grasses around them. Of course the young Gildir was terrified of the forest and the beasts that roamed its woods so Wryn made a compromise. Casting a mages guide, a small sphere of light that floated near by the caster guiding his sight through the night. With the help of the light the fear floated away from Gildir and they were able to enjoy a night worth remembering. Stories poured out of Wryn as they sat around a fire cooking a meal a lot like tonights. He filled the young elves head with stories of their people, the past, the forest, and sometimes even of the darker times before their village. He told him things that no elf could ignore and the woods became somewhat of a home to him. Their people and mother Earth were connected and Gildir didn’t need to be frightened of her creations. Wryn smiled softly and peered over to him nodding, “Yes. I remember it well actually. I’m glad you still do.” He chuckled gently and put the last of the ingredients in before starting to stir the pot. Minutes passed as the food boiled in the pan and filled the air around them with warmth and tasty smells. He could tell Gildir was hungry for he could hear the others stomach rumbling. Once it was finished he dipped them both a serving in their bowls and they sat back enjoying their meals together. Of course Gildir went back for seconds like always and Wryn was setting his bowl aside as Gildir started chowing down on his next bowl. After dinner Gildir thankfully cleaned the dishes leaving Wryn to lay out his bed roll and start to get comfortable on it. He had no intentions of sleeping but when Gildir gave him the okay from across the fire he nodded and yawned. “Goodnight Gildir.” He called to his son before his eyes slowly started to drift close, sending him into a dreamless sleep. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted July 24, 2018 Share Posted July 24, 2018 Gildir was glad that the story of his childhood was able to bring a smile to Wryn's face, likely because it reminded him o a time when everything was much simpler, when he was just his lovely son, but not the man who he was pretty much forced to give up his body to. It had always been a struggle trying to maintain a proper distance between them ever since he first realized his feelings towards Wryn, and it had only gotten worse with a whole curse thing. But they would have to cope with it, or neither of them would survive, for Wryn because he'd succumb to the effect of the curse, and for Gildit, it's because he simply couldn't imagine a world without Wryn. After the meal Wryn fell asleep, leaving Gildir to stay up in guard for the first half of the night. For the past several days of travel this has been one of his favorite time of the day. Sure he kept his ears up and senses sharp, making sure that nothing dangerous was nearby, but most of his was devoted to appreciating Wryn's beautiful, handsome features as he slept, and he was able to do so without worrying getting awkward or being interrupted. Each time he seemed to notice something different which made him appreciate Wryn's beauty even more. Time flew by quickly, and as the bugs provided the chorus for the quiet show of Wryn's features, soon it was time to switch. While Gildir was a little sleepy himsel he was used to long stakeouts given his line of work, so in reality he could easily stay up for the rest of the night if not for the next several nights. But he knew Wryn would not allow it. He walked over to where Wryn slept and tapped on his shoulder lightly saying: "Father, it's your turn." After seeing Wryn wake up Gildir went back to his old post and closed his eyes, since the ability to rest when necessary was also a required skill for a hunter he quickly fell asleep. By the time he woke up, the sun was showering through the thick foliage above, creating countless beams of light which flickered as the morning breeze blew through the leaves, the birds were singing, and Wryn was there putting stuff back in their bags and getting ready to continue there journey. It didn't take long for them to arrive at the human town, so in hindsight they were likely able to just kept walking for a little bit and spend the night there instead of camping. But Gildir wasn't exactly regretting his decision, since last night was really a rather pleasant experience. As soon as the human town came into view Gildir got really excited. Even though he'd read about how the humans lived and built, and heard of stories from Wryn and also the occasional human traders, it was the first time he'd ever actually seen it with his own eyes. There architecture were in a completely different style, some in wood, stone, but also a few were built of bricks which was never used in a Elvan town. They were also a lot less elegant, seemed more blocky and sturdy than a Elvan home. The streets also seemed a lot more messy, with some lose scraps of food and litter occasionally on the street. But what struck Gildir the most was the people, so many humans! More than 50 already in such an early hour, men, women, old and young, and a lot of children too! All seemed busy in their early morning routines. He turned to look at Wryn and asked excitedly: "Father, you've been here before, right? Are all human towns like this? So many people! So crowded and.... dirty!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted July 27, 2018 Author Share Posted July 27, 2018 Wryn’s dreams were empty and dark leaving nothing for his mind to feed a nightmare. He preferred it that way, a silent night full of nothingness was better than a horrid dream coming his way. Most of them were about his own life and with the curse his dreams were just odd. He didn’t mind letting Gildir take the first shift of guard duty but he didn’t want him to stay up all night. Wryn sometimes didn’t get to bed till late thanks to waiting for Gildir and his own work so it wasn’t unlike he wasn’t used to lack of sleep. He was glad that Gildir agreed to wake him after half the night was over and that’s just what he did. He felt a soft nudge to his shoulder forcing the light sleeper to open his eyes with a yawn. He nodded to Gildir and sat up rubbing his eyes watching as his son found his way back to his post and laid down closing his eyes. Wryn stood up a moment stretching out his muscles before sitting back down, his eyes now completely adjusted to the night and the fire beside them. Thankfully he got the shorter end of the night so as time flew so did the sun back up into the sky. By the time GIldier was waking up Wryn was finishing packing up his pack with the company of some birds. He smiled gently and yawned in the others direction. Of course with the help of Gildir now that he was awake packing went by much quicker and they were heading back on the road. It wasn’t long before they could hear the bustling of the village, humans yelling and laughing and music coming from the bars. The tips of the homes came into view and Wryn couldn’t help but to look over to Gildir wondering if he was excited to be here. As they passed the front gates it was apparent that it was a market day. Humans lined up in small vendors on the streets selling their wares as the customers came by handing over money. The streets were riddled with food and dung from the animals around them. It was just like he remembered. Children were playing by the well supposedly getting water for their mothers while men chopped wood or got ready to go tend to their fields. When Gildir spoke Wryn chuckled softly and nodded, “Yes. Humans are…rather dirty creatures but yes. Bigger towns are even worse. There are so many people and its even more dirty. Listen, elves aren’t seen very often so I would like you to stay close to me. Lets get what we need and get out alright?” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted July 28, 2018 Share Posted July 28, 2018 Gildir followed Wryn around closely, even though he was excited to see all these strange people, products and buildings, he was equally cautious. Despite the occasional visiting merchants being quite friendly, he had listened to countless stories about evil humans who'd driven their ancestors to the woods since childhood. He'd also dealt with his fair share of bandits, smugglers, criminals and outlaws who found their way close to their village without the proper permit, and some even ended violently. So he was fully aware of the treachery of the humans, and was determined to keep Wryn safe from any threats which may lurk among the crowd. Yet despite his alertness, there was nothing malicious in the village. All he could see, hear, smell and feel, was people enjoying a fresh and bright morning. That's until suddenly there was some commotion coming from the other side of the market. The crowd parted and a group of people wearing long white robes walked to the middle of the market square. Due to their lose robes as well as the plain white masks on their face, it was hard to tell whether they were men, women, or a collection of both. They all had their hands clammed in front as if praying, with the exception of the one leading the procession who had a scepter ending with a big, golden, ten pointed star at the top. The group formed a line behind their leader and the one with the scepter took a step forward. "Rejoice children! For the promised day is nigh!" The masked man yelled loudly: "Our Lord had sent forth his angels and had blessed this land! Soon the stars will align, the veil of the sky shall be lifted, and the truth of the world will be revealed! Pray children! Pray to our Lord! Renounce the false gods, and he shall deliver us to the true world!" Gildir looked around and observed the villager's reaction, and could see that a few were on their knees and apparently praying towards the strange group, while others were totally opposite and was showing clear disdain. Soon they seemed to have finished their prayer, and the group of white robed man left the town square. During this Gildir overheard an old man huffed and muttered: "What Lord? Give me a break! There are no gods other than The Nine." Gildir agreed with the old man in his heart. Most races in the world believe in a pantheon of gods known as The Nine. While the actual list of that pantheon may vary depending on the region or the race, and people may choose to worship one specific god instead of the whole pantheon undivided, or even not worship the gods at all. But it was pretty much taken as a fact that the world was created and ruled by The Nine. Judging by the reaction of the old man it was clear that whatever those strange cultists were worshiping, it was not one of the pantheon. Gildir couldn't help but shiver at what seemed like madness to him, as rejecting the nine was basically like saying that gravity doesn't exist. Once the crowd dispersed and went back to their usual daily routine, Gildir turned to Wryn and said: "That was... weird. Father, have you seen anything like that before?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted July 30, 2018 Author Share Posted July 30, 2018 Gildir did as he was told, sticking to his side like a loyal son would. Wryn knew he could keep himself safe but that fatherly need to keep him safe was sadly overweighing the realization Gildir was old enough to take care of himself. Every so often they would have humans stop them asking them if they wanted to check out their goods and Wryn would politely decline knowing easily where he was going already. Wryn knew that not every human was bad and he didn’t hate them, he treated them often but growing up elves were taught otherwise, most never intended to leave the village. It kept their race safe and pure and that’s how the elders liked it so they forced scary stories on their children. Wryn did the same but left out most of the horrible horrible stuff aside from their actual history. As much as their morning was easily threat free it wasn’t going to stay that way. Gasps and soft commotion came from the other side of the market as the crowd of people started to part. A group of cultists wearing matching robes walked into the middle of the square drawing the attention from every human that had been buying goods. To a naked eye it would look as if they were a group of priests going about and preaching the gods word but instead it was a darker thing. Wryn always thought these were rather…funny. Followers trusting one man who showed himself in the same light as a King to believe in a God they had never seen. It was more political than anything else and he just though it was funny. Wryn tilted and pushed a hand out infront of Gildir pushing him lightly behind him. As much as humans didn’t terrify him as much as other creatures they were more violent and unpredictable. They could do anything in this moment. He sighed softly hearing the speel of the man in the front. It was the normal, pray to the god for he will save you from the day of reckoning and so on and so forth. Wryn could tell Gildir was confused as he seemed to be looking around at the villagers. Once more it was normal, some were followers and others were clearly grossed out by the profound display. As they wrapped up thankfully things went back to normal and they were sent back into their normal morning. When Gildir finally spoke Wryn let his arm fall and nodded. “Yes. They are more often in big cities. Making huge displays of their practice in hopes to drag more poor souls into their cult.” He shrugged lightly and righted his bag on his shoulders. “Don’t think too hard on it. Believe what you believe and don’t let someone in pretty clothing confuse those values.” He winked to Gildir and sighed, “Lets go get some food! I’m starving and I’m sure you are. There we can get some more supplies.” He pointed out the small inn/pub and crossed the street to get there. As they entered the main waitress smiled as she was weaving through tables with a tray of ale on her hand. “Sit anywhere dears I’ll be with you soon!” She called out in a thick drawl. Wryn did as he was told finding a booth away from many of the locals setting his pack on the seat beside him. He peered over to Gildir and shifted slightly, “Here we can fill our bellies, sleep for a few hours if we like in a bed, and then stock up on goods before getting back out on the road. I believe…we have 4 days to the next city and after that only a days walk to Foridia which is the first big city we will come by. It is run by humans and mostly just humans but the further away the more and more other races will be present.” He tapped his fingers on the table after a moment and nodded. “Yes I’m pretty sure those numbers are correct.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted July 30, 2018 Share Posted July 30, 2018 Gildir nodded as he followed Wryn leaving the town square. He knew Wryn was not the faithful type to begin with, so any of those religious processions must look silly to the Elf, and given his age and wisdom, Gildir felt his belief must be well founded and justified. That being said, the cult which worshiped some weird deity and went as far as denouncing The Nine outright was still rather shocking to Gildir. Not to mention the fact that even through those masks, Gildir could feel the cultists starring at them, at Wryn more specifically. Obviously there was no way he could see through those expressionless masks and be sUre of where those people's eyes were looking, but somehow, he just knew. But then again it could just be the fact that he was in an unfamiliar place surrounded by unfamiliar people, and the fact that Wryn was just recently attacked and cursed, adding this two together you can't really blame Gildir for being a little bit paranoid. Gildir followed Wryn into an inn/pub, which was yet another cultural shock for him, since there wasn't really the same thing like it back in the Elvan village so he had only ready about these establishments for dinning and sleeping in books. Sure the Elves would also eat and drink together, but usually in someone's house but not at a special place, and to his knowledge all the merchants who came to the village slept in one of the Elders' home during their stay. The place looked rather cozy with some customers eating breakfast. Even though none was actually drinking alcohol, he could still smell the residual scent of cheap beer in the air, mixed with the slightest hint of vomit. There were also a group of people sitting at a table all groaning and complaining about hangovers and headaches, so Gildir got a pretty good idea want the place must be like at night. As told by the waitress they found themselves a booth away from the crowd. Gildir listened to the explanation of their travels ahead and made mental notes to all of it. He then asked: "And what's beyond Foridia? Have you ever traveled further?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted August 6, 2018 Author Share Posted August 6, 2018 Not that the images before him were silly just that it was rude to force ones thoughts on others and throw a huge skeptical like this. Plus, being in the town so often it was pretty easy to brush it off. Wryn didn’t like to believe in too much faith but he like most believed in the Nine and thought it disgusting that these people were teaching young children otherwise. They were just Gods and were wanted of the worship unlike the cultists who were forcing children to believe in their apocalyptic god. Then again Wryn couldn’t hate on them for believing what they wanted, just that they were showing it in such a huge way. Wryn tilted his head up when he heard Gildir speak and he chuckled softly, “Beyond that mostly grazing fields for livestalk and mountain ranges. That is until you hit the next city. I’ve traveled till the desert. Not many travel far beyond it, it’s a really perilous journey and not many make it. We will need to get camels before we head out, then from there we will be in that unforgiving landscape for most of the time. Beyond that I can’t tell you what is there.” He leaned back in his chair running a hand through his hair. His yellow eyes shut a moment as he sighed once more. “All I can say is that it’ll be a relatively easy journey till then. Past that who knows what we will face.” He shrugged lightly. He couldn’t tell Gildir that he knew what was happening beyond this point because he too was afraid to travel the desert. It was a lot of terrifying areas so he couldn’t scare him off with the stories he had been hearing since he was younger. To say the least he was worried about this part of the journey along with what came after the sandy dunes. It would be a learning experience for the both of them and he could only hope he could protect them both. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted August 7, 2018 Share Posted August 7, 2018 Gildir listened to Wryn's explanation of the journey to come, and he couldn't help but letting his imagination run wild on all the unknown danger, but also wonders they may encounter. During the time his mind dozed off, Wryn had already ordered for them, then shortly after their food came. Gildir was rather surprised by just how quick their order came, as he didn't realize that in restaurants like this much of the ingredients were already prepared beforehand, thus saving a lot of time. In all honesty Gildir didn't enjoy the food that much, one reason being the fact that the humans were a lot more liberal when it comes of condiments, so it was either too salty or too spicy for Gildir's tongue. He did enjoy the ale however, as they only produce fruit wines back in the Elvan village. As they rested after the meal there was suddenly a voice calling: "Gildir, is that you!?" Gildir turned to the source of the voice, and found a old man with a walking cane approaching while waving at him. Puzzled by the apparent stranger, Gildir responded: "Yes, I'm Gildir Blumenthal. Excuse me but... do I know you?" "It's me! Jack Anderson!" The old man said. "Jack..... Jacky!? By the gods! It's been years since I last saw you!" Gildir exclaimed as he went up to the man, shaking his hand: "How have you been?" "All things considered, pretty good actually."The man smiled. He then turned to Gildir and bowed down slightly saying: "And good morning, Mr. Kaylar." The man named Jack Anderson was the son of one of the merchants who visited the Elvan village to trade for goods, and had came along with his father during his business trips. Being around the same age as Gildir, they quickly became playmates during their visits as the other Elvan kids didn't want to play with either of them. But as the years gone by and Jack grew up far quicker than Gilidir, they became more and more distant. In time Jack took over his father's job to trade, and eventually got too old to make the journey himself. "So what brought the two of you here?" Jack asked: "It's not the time for Mr. Kaylar's visit yet, and you too!" "Just some... stuff. You know, Elvan rituals." Gildir tried to keep the purpose of their journey vague. "And what about you? Why are you here in the inn eating breakfast? What, did you piss off the wife?" "Ah... my dear Mary..." Jack said in a nostalgic tone: "She passed away two months ago." "I'm... sorry to hear that." Gildir said. “Ah, you don’t have to. It’s just a natural part of life. ” Jack smiled and continued : “Besides, we had our time. Good and bad, well and ill, the kids had grown up and made a living on their own. Even got to see a few grandchildren. Speaking of which, how long are you gonna stay here? Cause I have empty rooms which you can stay in.” “We’re just stopping for supply before we move on so....” Gildir said in a uncertain tone as he looked at Wryn to see his father’s reaction. It would certainly save them some money to stay at Jack’s house instead of the inn for the night, but he wasn’t sure what’s Wryn’s view on such matters. Plus the fact that he wasn’t really sure how to interact with his childhood playmate who has become a grandfather. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted August 10, 2018 Author Share Posted August 10, 2018 After their food came and they started to enjoy it, of course not near as much as his own food. Humans were a little poor when it came to too much flavor that outweighed natural ones. Once their food was finally finished they both sat back and sighed enjoying their full tummies and the roof over their head. Wryn was still on alert but not so much now that they were relaxing in a booth at the pub. Of course, this was why the call out of his son’s name shocked him and threw him way off guard. Gildir of course responded in his good manners before Wryn could stop him. His eyes focused on the old man and recognized him almost instantly, the man in his old age had needed lots of Wryn’s services. A smile formed on his lips as he saw Gildir get up and shake the mans hand. Wryn waved lightly as the other bowed to him as if saying he had no need to do that. Sometimes humans acted this way to him, it was a little strange to most but it was a norm for Wryn. He stood setting a few coins on the table and sighed gently lightly listening in on the others conversation. Once he heard the offer to stay in their empty room and Gildir’s basically uncertainty about it. “Ah, Jack.” The tone was very gentle, caring, almost father like to the old man. He smiled gently and tilted his head, “Thank you for the offer. I’m sure we would love that and I doubt the company would bother you right? It’s been far too long…I wish you had sent word to me of your wife I could have made the last few months blissful for her.” He grabbed his bag from the booth and shifted on his feet. Even though this child who used to pay with Gildir when he was younger had grown and wrinkled Wryn couldn’t see him as anything else. During his travels when his father was busy trading in the village thanks to his son’s good friendship with Jack he often stayed the night with them. Welcomed with open arms and therefore Wryn fathered him just a tad. It was sad seeing the loss of his trips and the fewer they got the more Wryn had to travel to see Jack instead. He knew that Gildir was slightly uncomfortable but spending money on a room when there was one offered wasn’t too bad. “I think we will stay for a night or two and head out. We have a rather urgent timeline with these…rituals and as you know I’m serious with my deadlines.” He chuckled lightly and looked over to Gildir. “We would love a room if you don’t mind sparing a bed. No need to host us, I can give you your salve too while we are in town that way you don’t have to wait too much longer for it.” Jack as he got older needed medicine for his joints, and the pains in his lower back thanks to old age. Wryn often stopped by this village on his way to bigger cities just to give Jack and his wife free services that he often charged a little for. Elves didn’t really need money but Wryn while in the human settlements did and money didn’t come without a little work. Thankfully many people needed his services, most of them children thanks to a horrible virus going around. It kept him busy but it was still really tough to take money from their parents. He liked to help people and the money wasn’t why he did it, it just allowed him to stay safe while on his travels. Thankfully Jack was a good friend of both of them and he had no bad feelings for taking a room in his home for a night. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted August 10, 2018 Share Posted August 10, 2018 Gildir had mixed feelings about spending the night at Jack's place, but since Wryn had taken upon the man's offer he had no choice but to go with it. "Well, in that case, maybe we'll bother you for a bit." Gildir smiled apologetically at the old man. "Wonderful! I'll go home and let my son prepare the rooms for you. See you later then?" Jack smiled as patted on Gildir's shoulder. Afterwards he bid fairwell with the two and left the inn. After the man was out of sight, Gildir let out a deep sigh and said: "It's weird, seeing Jack like this. It seemed not so long ago when we were children playing around, but now, he's a grandfather! I know it's the way of things, but still..." Gildir fell silent as he dwell in the realization of mortality, not just for Jack of course, but also for himself. Gildir looked at the man sitting across from him, who seemed as young and beautiful as the first time he saw him when he was but a baby. Since a human-elf bybrid was so rare that there wasn't really an agreed upon life-spam for the half elf, and he'd certainly matured faster than Elves of his age. Is it possible that Wryn would outlive Gildir, just as Gildir would certainly outlive Jack? Gildir wasn't scared of death per se, but the idea of leaving Wryn behind, alone and undefended, really frightened him. Gildir shook his head as he dared not to dwell any further. He forced a smile on his face and said: "Well then, now our bellies are full, maybe we should head for the market and do some shopping?" (I don't really have anything at the moment, so unless you got any idea maybe we can skip ahead to the night, or even the next day after they've already departed.) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted August 12, 2018 Author Share Posted August 12, 2018 Wryn nodded gently and peered over to Gildir with a knowing expression on his face. It was always strange the human friends they made growing older than them way sooner than themselves. When he spoke it was like heh ad been thinking the same thing. Wryn couldn’t help but clap his son’s shoulder and nod, “Yea…it is strange but…that’s how our lives are. Trust me it is strange for me too, he was practically living with us for a time.” He chuckled gently and sighed a little his eyes trailing away from Gildir as they both slipped into their thoughts. Wryn knew when he looked up to his son that something was wrong, something wasn’t okay. His eyebrows knitted together a moment but decided not to say anything and instead stood nodding. “Yes! Shopping then we can stop by Jack’s place and get comfortable for the evening.” After they left the pub they travelled to stall after stall of vendors buying new supplies for their food and water but leaving everything else for later. Thanks to the money built up they still had plenty left over when they travelled to Jack’s home. It was a small hut off toward the end of the village with a small well infront of it. It was cute, unlike when he was a boy it wasn’t bustling with children but instead was rather quiet. When they got there Wryn knocked on the door and was let in by Jack’s son who thankfully took their things up to their rooms. The night was relatively quiet and full of good fun catching up with Jack and his son before they headed off to bed. Wryn and Gildir were thankful enough to have separate beds in the same room, most likely a childrens room when kids still lived there. Night came quickly and thanks to the fact that neither of them had to stand watch they were out like a light pretty quickly. The next morning went by even quicker and they were saying their goodbyes to Jack and on the road again. By the time they finally were out of the house it was midafternoon and the heat was bearing down on them. Thankfully their first few hours was seemingly easy, trecking on roads that were dirt surrounded by tall grass. After a few hours of walking he slowed slightly and called up to Gildir, who like always was leading. “Can we take a moment? I’m feeling kind of tired…maybe hungry too? I know we shouldn’t stop too often I just need a few minutes.” He said up to his son peering behind him at the long distances they had already passed since they left Jack’s home. The village was long behind them and they had been passing small cottages that were living off the land and selling cattle but that was the only civilization they had found. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted August 13, 2018 Share Posted August 13, 2018 The little shopping trip to the market was pleasant enough, as it was filled with new things he'd never seen before back in the Elvan village. The novelty of the environment was enough to make Gildir forget about his earlier realization of mortality. The stay at Jack's place was also a lot less awkward than he expected once he got over the whole aging deference thing. The next morning Gildir and Wryn packed their things and headed out around noon. Jack however insisted on accompanying them all the way out of the village, and quite a while after that. At first Gildir thought it was nothing but Jack's hospitality, and only realized latter that given the advanced age of Jack, and the potential length of their journey, it could very well be the last time they'd ever meet. But Gildir's footstep did not waver for even a moment, as much as he valued his friendship with Jack, he valued his love towards Wryn much, much more. Unlike the forest roads which was covered by heavy layer of trees and branches, the road ahead was running across a rather vast, grassy plain. The tall grass blocked much of their field of vision, and if not for the road which cut across the field they would certainly feel disorientated. They traveled down the road and after a few hours until the sky has turned to bright orange, and Wryn suggested them to take a rest. “Yes, it’s probably a good idea to take a rest here. “What are you going to cook father?” Gildir asked rather excitedly. Having just resupplied from the village earlier, thy had quite a lot of fresh ingredients in hand, fresh meat, vegetables, spices and so on, and to be honest after enduring the human cooking for a day, Gildir could really use some good old fashion Elvan food. The sun slumbered and the night arrived. Suddenly a gust of wind blew the clouds along and blocked off the moonlight, which made the bonfire they made the only visible light source in the area. Not that either of them would be too bothered by the lack of light as the Elves have really good eyesight even in the dark, and Gildir was used to hunting in the dark woods. But there was just something suddenly eerie about the place, which Gildir could quite certain what. “Fahter, be careful.” Gildir said as he looked around in alert, he kept his senses sharp and held his hand on the sheath of his blade. Then the sound of something moving through the grass could be heard from all around them. “Show yourself!” Gildir yelled as he got up and drew his blade out. Moments latter around five hooded figures emerged from the grass, and Gildir immediately recognized them as the cultists who they’ve seen in the town square the day before. “What do you want from us? I assume you’re not here to preach?” Gildir asked coldly, his grip around the blade tightened. But the group of masked, hooded figures said nothing. Suddenly they took out weapons concealed within their long sleeves and rushed towards to them. Two of them engaged Gildir while the rest attacked Wryn. “Father look out!” Gildir yelled as his blade met with the cultists’. Luckily they were not trained fighters and their attacks were blocked or dodged easy enough. But Gildir was also hesitant to actually harm the cultists, as he wouldn’t want to use lethal force on people if absolutely necessary. But Gildir’ worries towards Wryn quickly outweighed any mercy in his mind, as couldn’t help but think that the cultists were really targeting Wryn, and being outnumbered 3 to 1 he began to worry if Wryn could deal with them alright. With a swift slash removed the cultist’ head, then he stabbed the other through the heart. He was about to draw the sword out but the dying cultist suddenly launched himself forward and hugged Gilr tightly while pushing him to the ground. “Damn it! Get off me you...!” Gildir cursed as he struggled, but the dying man seemed determined to stop him till his last breath. By the time he finally got rid of the cultist the fight between Wryn and the three attackers should be over. He got up hurriedly and cried: “Father! Are you alright!?” (I'll leave Wryn' fate to you. You can be victorious and they just continue on their journey, or you could let Wryn get captured and Gildir would have to track the attackers. During the capture however things could potentially get.... you know...dirty..) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted August 26, 2018 Author Share Posted August 26, 2018 Wryn loved Jack and he loved the relationship that they all used to have with one another. Sadly this wasn’t something that was really relevant anymore now that Jack was getting older and older. The sweet relationship that Gildir and Jack had when they were boys were almost non-existant and Wryn would be lying if he said that it didn’t bother him. Jack followed them out for just a little bit, making sure they made it out of the village safely. As the sun started going down and the night started to chill the air they stopped to make camp and make some dinner. Unlike the woods that they had been traveling in before it was a plain landscape and they were the only people to be seen for miles. As they unpacked their bags, setting out the ingredients for the dinner and got comfortable for the night neither of them thought anything bad could happen. The night was nice, the sky was clear and their food was brewing on the small fire between them. Gilder’s excitement for his dinner made him even happier knowing that he was so happy to eat his dinner. They had plenty of meat and vegetables to make a stew like usual and they had even gotten some bread to dip in it. After an hour or so they had finished cooking and were sitting together and eating dinner. Talking amongst each other and enjoying one anothers company. Little did they know that their peaceful night was soon to be ruined by the uninvited guests. Wryn could tell that something wasn’t right, that something was bothering GIldir. His son’s stance grew hard, the lines on his face tightened and worry struck his features. The night grew eerie in a sense and grave, making it feel like it was spooky. The night didn’t feel welcoming anymore without the light from the moon and Wryn could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand on end because of it. Just like that their night was shattered, he watched Gildir stand which in turn pushed him onto his guard. He stood and his fingers wrapped around the small dagger at his side peering over to Gildir for advice. He called out to see if anyone was there and sure enough five hooded figures emerged from the tall grass into the firelight. Wryn pulled the dagger from its shealth turning to face the intruders. Then again nothing was much help before he could do anything someone was on him pushing him to the ground. The air in his chest left him and he sat breathless under the 3 cultists, his dagger essentially useless. An arm was pinned to his back and his stomach against the ground. His magic was depleted thanks to the curse and its upcoming wants and so his familiar was unwelcoming in this situation. “No get of me!” He screamed fighting against the hooded figures above him. He felt the pain in his lower back as a knee was pushed into it slamming his face against the dirt. “What a pretty little thing…this the one the boss wants?” He heard a rather young sounding man ask and then he felt a piece of hard rope slide around his wrists. “Gildir!” He called out tears filling his eyes. If he was getting contained what was happening to Gildir? What could he do to protect him? He knew that something was wrong but as he was hoisted to his feet and pulled into the deep grass away from the fire he couldn’t help but think something else would happen. The two men who had been on Gildir were dead but this wasn’t before the other three could pull him away from his son. The tall grass drank them up quickly blocking the sight and their trail for the moment. He felt fear slide into his skin and the tears wouldn’t stop. Another man pulled him up and hoisted him over the shoulder carrying him through the grass in a rush. Wryn pulled his sheath out from his thigh the best he could and dropped it onto the ground, a little trail for Gildir to find later. These men weren’t going to be nice to him…and he wanted some chance. Once they got him wherever they were taking him he assumed they were going to abuse him, or kill him. He just hoped Gildir was on his way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted August 26, 2018 Share Posted August 26, 2018 "FATHER!! FAAAAAAAAAAAAAATHER!!!!!!!!!!!!" Gildir screamed out of his lungs as he looked around, but not only could he not find any sign of Wryn, but also the other three cultists who attacked them. For a moment he was paralyzed by fear of losing his beloved adopted father for good, his body trembled and tears were forming in his eyes. But he quickly gave himself a slap on the face and focused on the matters at hand. Those cultists couldn't have gone far. He looked around keenly for any clues, and after following some muddy foot steps he soon found the sheath of Wryn's dagger laying in the midst of the grass. Mustering all the tracking skills he'd learned as a hunter, Gildir began to follow the thin trail left by the attackers in the hopes that he would be able to find Wryn in time, before whatever harm those bastards would do. Gildir's earlier hesitation to kill had caused all this, and next time, Gildir would not make the same mistake. Meanwhile, the cultists who got Wryn quickly ran across the long grass. They soon arrived at a small open filed where a horse carriage was waiting. Two of the attackers carried Wryn to the back of the carriage, while the one who commented on Wryn's appearance earlier got to the front and waved at the carriage driver: "Hey you! Where's my payment?" The man turned his masked face towards the vocal attacker, taking out a small bag and threw it towards the other, who caught it and chuckled. He then walked towards the back of the carriage and turned to look at Wryn and said: "Sorry pretty. It's just business." The carriage started moving, and the man threw his mask and cloak onto the carriage before it left, revealing a tall young man with long black hair and dark skin. He also seemed to have some sort of red tribal tattoo all over his face and extending down along his neck, and presumably beneath his clothes as well. He was weighing the rather hefty little bag he got joyously when suddenly Gildir rushed out of the grass with his sword drawn and ready to cut the man in half. "Wow wow wow wow wow wait a second!" The man drew a dagger at the last moment and blocked Gildir's strike. "Just who the hell are you?" "Where are they?" Gildir growled as he applied more force to his blade and pushed the man back. "Where are who?" The man asked. "Men wearing masks and white cloaks! Carrying an Elf with silver hair. WHERE ARE THEY!" "Oh you mean the cultists?! They just left on a carriage. See the tracks on the ground?" Gildir's gaze turned to the side for a brief moment, confirming the man's claim. He then asked: "Which way did they go?" "Ugh... that way." The man gestured with his head since his hands were occupied trying not to get himself sliced in half. He then added: "I think they're heading to Lisrieu. The cult have a small church over there." Gildir stared at the man for a brief moment then drew back his sword. With a small nod he quickly rushed towards the direction the man showed him. Once Gildir disappeared in the long grass the man let out a heavy sigh of relief: "Man... I should really think before I take any jobs..." Sometimes latter the carriage arrived at the small town of Lislieu just as the man had predicted. During the short ride the cultists have also stuffed Wryn's mouth with some clothes to prevent him from calling for help. They took Wryn into a building which looked like a small warehouse from the outside. But once they got in there were a few rolls of long chairs on each side, and an alter at the end of the room, with a big ten-pointed star hanging above. They went behind the alter and lifted the carpet, revealing a hidden hatch underneath. Walking down a long, dark staircase, the two took Wryn deep underground until they finally arrive in front of a wooden door. "We've brought him here, your holiness." The cultist said. "Bring him in." A voice came from inside the room. The door opened and the inside was almost an exact copy of the room above ground, only it was lightly lit with countless candles, and the air was filled with the smell of some strange incense. There were around ten more hooded cultists as well as the priest holding a scepter behind the alter who said loudly: "Bring him to me! He must be examined!" The cultists followed the priest's order and brought Wryn to the alter. All the other cultists joined in as they untied the ropes restraining Wryn but pinned his limbs down, then some of them took out knifes and daggers and proceeded to shred Wryn's clothes to pieces, revealing the poor elf's body in front of their eyes. The group made way for the priest to approach who leaned down and got so close to Wryn's body that the elf would be able to feel his breath if he did not have the white featureless mask on. As his inspection reached Wryn's belly however his body suddenly began to shiver. "Oh..... Oh.....!... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!!!" The priest howled as he got back up, opening his arms and exclaimed: "Rejoice brethren! We have found it! This one bares the mark! " "Are you certain!?" One of the cultist asked excitedly. "Yes! I am certain!" The priest said. The group began to cheer, yelling, crying, howling in joy. The priest waved his hand and calmed the group down. "This is indeed worthy of celebration. But we must be vigilant, for the enemies of truth lurks in every corner, and the great plan of our lord can be toppled at any moment!" He pointed his staff at Wryn's body and said: "The mark is still young. If we're not careful, salvation can still be taken away from us." 'What... what should we do then?" The cultists asked nervously. "Worry not, my children. We shall feed the mark and accelerate its growth!" The priest then began chanting a long series of nonsensical, barely coherent sounds. At times his voice would change in tone and pitch so he no longer sounded like human, but some strange beast growling and roaring. Moments latter a faint white light emanated from Wryn's body which after lingering for a brief moment disappeared. But its effect was clear, Wryn was suddenly struck by the effect of his curse even though he'd just received "medicine" from Gildir not too long ago. The cultists chatted joyously as they observed the change in the elf's breathing, the his fair skin becoming more red from increased circulation, and most notable of all, his cock now standing firm and twitching in the night air, dripping pre-cum. The mob closed in, dozens of hands roamed all over Wryn's body touching every inch of his flesh. Some reached the elf's chest and proceeded to play with the two little buds, while others found their way to Wryn's groin and began to stroke the Elf's member. A few removed the lower half of their masks and began to run their tongue along the elf's skin. One of them took Wryn's testicles in his mouth and began to suck on the sack. Bizarrely their movements were gentle, loving even, but also passionate, as if touching something both holy and carnal at the same time. They flipped Wryn around and stretched his hole wide open, and gasped at the sight of the inner walls of Wryn's intestine as if it was something sacred. "He is prepared, your holiness!" The cultists said, and the priest opened his cloak, revealing a skeletal naked body, but having a massive member which seemed disproportional from his figure hanging between his legs. "Oh most holy one.... receive our offering!" The priest said before moving forward, stuffing the head of his member through the tight rim and further beyond. The priest then began to violate the poor elf with little regard to his well being, and shortly after he let out a disgusting growl, releasing an inhuman amount of slimy white cum down Wryn's belly. The priest pulled out, leaving Wryn's hole gaping and leaking cum.He then said to the others: "Go forth my children! Feed the mark with your body and soul!" As the priest said, the other cultists also opened their cloak and pulled out their erection. One of them replaced the priest and began to violate Wryn from behind, while the others proceeded to pleasure themselves with any part of Wryn's body they could reach. One of them stuffed his length down Wryn's throat while another reached under the elf's armpit. One forced the elf to give him a hand job while another rubbed his length on Wryn's chest. One by one, they came, releasing their filth in and out, covering the poor elf in a coat of foul smelling white slime from head to toe. But despite having came already, it was clear that the cultists had more energy in them and were nowhere near done with the poor elf. The night was still young, and the fanatic desire of the cultists raged on. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted August 29, 2018 Author Share Posted August 29, 2018 Wryn could hear Gildir yelling for him, not his name as much as he would love to hear him say it but that title he had. He felt bad for him, felt heartbroken he had caused such a horrible sound to come from his son. Then again this wasn’t something he could be worrying about right now. He couldn’t see anything really just he quick footfalls of the man he was being carried by and the grass descending from them. Once they finally stopped at a carriage, the masked men seemed to swap payments. Wryn was sat down in the back of the carriage pushed up against the wall, his head leaned back slightly with no ability to really move it. He scoffed lightly when the man who carried him here apologized rather fakely and left him as the carriage started to move. Wryn just barely see Gildir break from the grass before the carriage took him over a hill and out of sight. Tears welled in his vision, his heart grew heavy and he only hoped that Gildir would soon be here. The journey to their destination, whatever that may be, was long and bumpy. The cultists throughout the slightly short ride had stuffed his mouth unable for him to move his mouth and call for help. This sort of told him that their destination was that of civilization, one they didn’t want people finding out about him. Before too long a city came into view and they were crossing the gates to Lislieu. Wryn had heard of the town but refused to go because of the cults heavy hand in most of the politics here. He had no interest in mixing himself with these people. Once the carriage finally stopped strong hands picked him up and carried him into the building which looked like a small warehouse from the outside. Had he not known he was prisoner to a set of cultists he would have had no idea it was a church of their worship. As they entered the church came into view, small pews lined the room and faced an alter at the front of the room. This however, was not their final stop and the small hatch under the carpet was pulled up and him pushed down into it. His gagged mouth groaned in annoyance as he was pushed down the stairs, led deep into the underground. Finally they arrived infront of a wooden door where one of the cultists finally spoke. A voice on the other side of the door answered and the door was opened. As it was opened it gave way to a dimly lit room where the room above was basically copied but almost more creepy and alarming. Not only were their candles but the other cultists were in the room, their hoods held up and a priest in the midst of them all holding a scepter behind the alter. At this time Wryn started to fight against his bonds pushing and shoving against the two cultists who held his arms as they seemed to push him toward the priest. His strength seemed to be failing him however, and they just simply dragged him to the alter. His limbs were unbound and in this moment he fought against the cultists but was soon thwarted by many other limbs pushing his down against the ground. He bucked his hips up, shaking his head hard as he saw daggers being produced. He was sure he was going to die but thankfully, or rather sadly, his clothes were torn apart exposing his flesh to the eyes of the priest and the 12 cultists that pinned him down. Tears welled in his eyes and dripped down the sides of his temples falling into his ears thanks to gravity. He tilted his head to the side out of almost shame as the cultist priest began to examine his body. His eyes combed over his pale skin sending shivers and goosebumps over his skin. After a few moments of checking him out the man exclaimed that he had the mark. Thought Wryn didn’t know what that meant it seemed that the cultists did and began to rejoice and be happy over it. With the wave of a hand the priest quieted them down and began to speak once more. Something about the mark still being young and that salvation may be taken away. Wryn’s eyes peered up to the priest as another cultists asked what they should do. Sadly, the priest said they would need to feed his mark, and Wryn didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what that meant. The priest began to chant, his low voice echoing off the walls and even more so in Wryn. Sweat started to form at his temples, the shirt that still hung to his back which had been cut open in the front now started to soak with sweat. A bright white light illuminated from his stomach and fear shocked him head on. His body started to betray him, his mind growing ever so awful. He felt himself falling into that hole, that need once more. His chest rose and fell faster now, heat rising in his cheeks and chest. That wasn’t the worst of it, his embarrassment grew even more as his skin started to tingle, his cock between his legs which had been limp before now stood at attention. Not only was his flag held high it was dripping pre-cum and his tears were left unaltered now. They streaked his dirty cheeks as he realized that he was going to be raped by these men. They began to close in on him, their hands roaming over his body touching him in places he didn’t want to be touched. Then again his body wanted it and that was the worst part. His body shivered under their touch his eyes closing hard as if closing them would make them go away. His tears came freely and so did his moans as he felt hands pinching and rubbing against his nipples. His body was betraying him, egging them on to keep going as his mind begged them to stop. He felt anger in his soul, hatred in his heart, and it wasn’t a feeling an elf like him should be having. It only got worse, he felt a tongue roam over his skin causing a half disgusted half wanting shiver to escape him. A mouth pulled his sack into their mouths and he wanted to vomit and yet his moans still persisted. His hips pushed up into the stroking hands of his cock, wanting them to take the almost painful itch from him. The worst part was how gentle they were about it, how loving their caresses were and if Wryn closed his eyes and thought really hard he could possibly pretend it was Gildir. He knew that even if Gilder was coming for him that this night would end horribly for him, even if Gildir got here in a few moments he would have already been defiled and ruined. As much as he wanted to hate what was happening his curse didn’t let it. As he was flipped over onto his stomach, his ass perched up into the air and his cheeks spread he knew that they weren’t going to stop till they had dosed him up. His heart was beating incredibly fast as he felt their eyes on his hole that twitched and practically screamed for something to fill it. Sadly he wished he could have pretended like his body was that of a virgins but it was still soft, still willing from Gildir’s length which had left his body only a few days prior. Wryn’s head shifted and turned back peering at the priest who had been given the all clear to take him. He felt a sob wretch out of his throat as he saw the massive member hanging from his groin. Wryn knew it wasn’t going to feel good and he was right. As the priest lowered himself behind him, grabbing his hips and pushing the tip of his length inside of him Wryn had to bite hard on the gag in his mouth as a gut curdling scream left his mouth. It didn’t even feel good, tears dripped down his chin as sobs left his mouth, feeling the other pound into him again and again appearing not to care about his wellbeing at all. He could feel warmth in his ass that he had never before and he just knew he was bleeding. This of course didn’t stop the priest for he came inside of Wryn, mixing his unholy amounts of cum with the blood inside of Wryn filling him to the brim. As he pulled out Wryn’s hole was left dripping cum and his hips were finished. His legs shivered and trembled before collapsing on the floor. To his dismay they weren’t finished with him and the other cultists began to open their cloaks and revealed their disgusting erections. One moved behind him, mounted him, and began to violate him. His cries were more of a sad moan now as his gag was removed and a cock was shoved down his throat. He gagged and tears other than the ones he had already been crying formed in his eyesight and he had to fight not to throw up from the others cock being shoved down his throat. His arms and legs were pinned against the floor, cum rained down on him like a spring shower. His body was covered and one by one the cultists violated him, adding to the cum inside of him, filling his body to the brim. His hole was dripping cum as he noticed all had taken a turn with him and he assumed they were finished. His body was left for a moment, wet and dripping in cum. Exhausted he welcomed the cool ground pain and hate welling through his body like they were the blood in his veins. He practically willed his soul to call out to Gildir. During his preliminary banter he had screamed so much his voice was hoarse. He felt that it was only worse now thanks to the dozen’s of cocks he had taken in such a short amount of time. His exhausted frame of mind didn’t bar him from the fact that some cocks were hard once more. His eyes blinked sleepily as he peered up to the men. Another round was soon to come but he hoped that they would give him a slight moment to catch his breath. Of course this was unlikely and he just prayed with everything in him that Gildir was close by. Thanks to the feeding of semen his body no longer needed it and his magical strength was replenished, though he was unable to really do any harmful magic his elemental sprang from his body at such high speeds it left just a wisp of wind and disappeared. It was on the hunt for Gildir, sadly only able to reach the outskirts of the town and wait for his son to arrive to show him the way to the warehouse. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted August 30, 2018 Share Posted August 30, 2018 The horrific violation of Wryn continued on, even though the cultists were all ordinary humans, their fanatic faith kept them going beyond what would be normal. The coat of filthy cum on Wryn's face was so thick that his beautiful features were barely visible. Eventually the orgy seemed to stop, the cultists put Wryn on the alter face up and the priest approached once more, leaning down and observed Wryn's belly keenly. Strangely there was a small black mark of the ten-pointed star under Wryn's belly and just above his well abused groin which looked like someone had just started a tattoo. "Yes..... YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS! The mark has grown!" The priest exclaimed, and was joined by all the cultists' cheering. They raised Wryn's limp body up and chanted incoherent verses in celebration. After they paraded Wryn around the room for a few rounds they set Wryn back at the alter. The priest then chanted something which would be familiar to Wryn's ears, a standard healing/vitalization spell. A gentle green glow shrouded the cultists who all seemed invigorated. The priest then said: "Now, let us continue to ceremony. The mark must be fed! And salvation shall come!" The priest pointed his staff towards the mark above Wryn's groin and began to chant something, judging by the syllables it was the very same spell which awakened Wryn's curse before. But before he could finish the chanting the wooden door of the underground chapel was kicked open, and a smear of greenish shadow rushed inside. It was none other than Gildir charging towards the cultists with his sword drawn, which was slightly glowing as the blade was imbued with Gildir's power. "What's happen...." The cultists turned around but before theey could react several heads were sent flyer, causing their blood to spill out like fountains and rained down their blood in spectacular fashion. "Intruder! Kill him!" The priest roared. But by the time the half naked cultists hurriedly drew out their daggers more of them had been turned into blocks of meat. "Stop that devil!" The priest said as he raised his staff, magical energy began to flow towards the tip of it and he began to chant. Meanwhile the surviving cultists began to rush towards Gildir. But before they could get close Gildir threw a small bottle in front of the group and as the bottle shattered a green smoke enveloped them all. The cultists began to cough and collapsed in agony, while Gildir leaped forward and used one of them as stepping stone, jumping into the air and with one big strike cut the priest from head to groin cleanly in half. The massacre ended. With the exception of the cultists who were dying of poison twitching on the floor only two living thing remained. During all this Gildir was completely calm and cold, meticulous in deadly execution and didn't even utter a sound. But once the two halves of the priests' body hit the floor and made a slpash in the pool of blood Gildir dropped his sword. He quickly got down to the alter and held Wryn up: "Father! Father! By the gods what they've done to you.... I"m sorry.... I'm so sorry!" Gildir tried to wipe the filth off Wryn's face, but his own hands were covered in blood and arguably made matters worse. "Let's get you somewhere safe... somewhere..." Gildir said as he took off his coat and wrapped Wryn up, then carried him on his back. He grabbed his blade before standing up and quickly headed out. When he stepped out of the church the sun was about to rise above the horizon. He thought long and hard for what to do, as there could be more cultists out there in the town. And even there weren't any cultists, it would be a bad idea to be seen like this all bloody and carrying someone half naked on his back. His gaze eventually fell on the very carriage which the cultists used to abduct Wryn. He untied the horse from the cart and climbed up, holding Wryn at the front with one hand while gripping the leash with another. Quickly he rode out of the town with top speed, heading towards the one place he knew to be safe in the area. Several hours latter Gildir had returned to the small village by the edge of the woods. Since it had passed the busy time of the morning market most people had gone off to work in the fields or pick herbs and fruits in the forests. He went to Jack's home and knocked on the door. "Jack! Are you home! I need your help!" Gildir yelled loudly. "Yes.. yes... just a minute!" The familiar voice of the old man could be heard from inside, moments latter Gildir's old friend opened the door: "What can I do for... Oh my god Gildir is that you? " "I need to borrow a room.." Gildir said as he rushed in. "Ye... yes.. of course..." Jack said as he closed the door behind the two, and noticed Wryn on Gildir's back. "Wha.... what happened to you two.. you look like..." "Can you prepare the bath for us?" Gildir asked. "Yes, right away." Jack said as he bumped into his daughter who was about to scream seeing the blood-coated man standing in their living room. But Jack managed to calm her down. Sometimes latter Jack had the bath prepared and Gildir carried Wryn to the bathroom. The process of cleaning both of them was a rather heart breaking one, as Gildir was forced to see in detail what those cultists had done to the man he loved. Bruises of their grip when they pinned the elf down, the thick coat of slime and blood, which the latter was more of his own doing, and also, the bloody tear of his abused rear. His heart almost stopped when he saw the stream of cum mixed with blood overflow from Wryn's body. Gildir couldn't help but cry and sob during the bath, but he tried his best to stay strong since he knew Wryn was the one who truly suffered. Once he'd finished cleaning Gildir took Wryn to the guest room Jack hastily prepared for them. There Gildir applied some medicine to Wryn's rear and laid him to sleep, while he sat beside the bed and kept an eye on him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted September 3, 2018 Author Share Posted September 3, 2018 Finally, the orgy started to slow and come to a stop. Wryn’s mind was broken and his body was torn. His now unsupportive body was just left on the floor as the priest came to him talking about the mark having grown. Tears just wanted to keep forming in his eyes and his cheeks were wet with cum and the tears he couldn’t stop shedding. He was paraded about the room and this action almost made him want to vomit. The wiggling of their hands on his worn out body just made it even worse. Finally they sat him back down, his head lulled to the side and his eyes slowly started to close. He was so tired, so beat up, so…ruined. He wanted to just close his eyes and sleep and never wake up again. He heard a preist start to heal themselves, his eyes opening wider to see them literally rejuvenate them for good and they were getting ready again. Tears swelled and he let a soft sob leave his lips. His limbs wanted to move, wanted to run away but it wouldn’t work at all. His body was too broken and ruined to get up and actually walk anywhere. His rear was on fire, everything was on fire. Instead his eyes started to close again but as soon as his vision started to get blurry he heard a crashing sound and then blood splattering across the floor. A small speck hit his cheek and his eyes opened a little wider despite himself. Wryn was a little gone for the most part of the battle but when he felt arms on him tears couldn’t help but fall from him as he wanted to push the person away. It wasn’t until his eyes opened wider and peered up at Gildir did he realize he wasn’t in any trouble. He leaned into Gildir softly pulling his fingers into the others shirt. He didn’t care that he was dirty and bloody he just needed Gildir. This was all he apparently needed because his mouth twitched lightly, “Gildir…” his hoarse voice tried to say but it came out more like a cry and he fell asleep. Gildir being there was all he needed to let his exhausted body out. He was asleep the entire time he was carried on Gildir and even longer when they were on the horse. Nothing could rouse his sleeping exhausted mind. That was until he felt water touching his body. He lightly roused from his sleep feeling the pain in his body against the warm water. It was even worse to have Gildir cleaning him out. The pain was unbearable and he sleepily let out small whimpers and moans against Gildir as they cleaned off. It seemed that the bath didn’t take too long though and sooner than later a mattress was under him loosening the pressure of his body and he knocked out. He slept for a few hours before finally, in the dead of he night he woke up his eyes blinking slowly. That was until he remembered what had happened and his body jerked to life, his arms jutting out and pushing on anything and everything infront of him. “No no no!” He screamed out hiding his face from whatever was there. That was until he noticed Gildir and he paused in his movements and peeked around him realizing he wasn’t in that deep dark basement. “W-where am I? W-what…what happened? Gildir…?” His eyes peered to Gildir, his eyebrows sinched as a tear slid down his cheek. “What are you doing here…? Y-you saved me? Did they…” He lightly touched his shoulders with his hands pulling his legs up to his chest with a wince. His head dipped down between his arms and he started to weep. Everything that had happened, everything was flooding back to him and he was remembering everything. It hurt him hard and he wanted so badly to just cry it out and feel alone. He had never felt so much hate for another being before in his life. He had never felt so hopeless either. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted September 4, 2018 Share Posted September 4, 2018 While Wryn slept Gildir simply sat there and stayed on guard. Even back in the supposed safety of Jack's home he still couldn't relax. Gilidr was rather over-protective of Wryn due to the curse to begin with, and having him be kidnapped and violated just made him extremely paranoid. As far as Gildir was concerned, anyone and anything could be a threat to Wryn now. Gildir jumped from his seat when Wryn woke up, understandably confused and panicking. "It's alright now father, you're safe, we're safe!" Gildir said as he held Wryn tightly in his arms. He tried to stay strong in the situation as he knew the torment Wryn had suffered out weigh any feelings he had himself. He needed to be the strong one who can comfort his loved one. But he couldn't. He simply couldn't maintain the strong facade seeing Wryn so broken and vulnerable like this. His body began to shiver and tears began to form in his eyes. "Father I... I...!“" Gildir sobbed as he was quickly overwhelmed by a mixture of anger, hatred, sadness, guilt, and above all a debilitating sense of helplessness. Gildir burried his face into Wryn's shoulder and began to cry: "Sorry father... I'm sorry! I should've protected you.... I should've killed those bastards the minute I saw them....! It's all my fault... it's all my fault! I'm sorry.... I'm sorry....!" Sorry for the shorter post, but I think they'd probably have to work out their emotions first. Do you think a "therapy sex" is appropriate for the circumstance? Like a "fuck me so hard that I forget about everything they've done to me" kind of deal? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted September 19, 2018 Author Share Posted September 19, 2018 Warmth enveloped him quickly and at first he pushed on Gildir hard not wanting him to touch him but soon realized that it was Gildir and not a cultist and relaxed slightly. Though his tension didn't entirely run away it was put back for a moment. Tears welled and spilled over as he hid his face in the others shoulder just letting him hold him tightly. It helped just to have that one strong person in his life and Gildir just so happened to be it. He lightly tightened a hand into Gildir's shirt crying into his shoulder. His body ached, it was sore, his skin felt disgusting and he wanted to wash it off. Rid the filth from his skin but he knew it had already been done even if it felt like it hadn't been. He felt Gildir's shoulders shake and he instantly grew worried for him. He opened his eyes blinking a few times as he heard his sons sobs leaving him. Wryn's eyebrows tightend together and he wiped Gildir's tears gently only to have the other burry his face into his shoulder. Right, he was the father, he should suck it up and take care of Gildir. He hugged him tightly and wiped his eyes a moment before gently roaming a hand into Gildir's hair. "Shh...you didn't do anything wrong." He gently kissed Gildirs exposed neck beside his cheek and hugged him tighter. "It happened so fast, you didn't know what was going to happen...I'm alright now...and safe...so you shouldn't beat yourself up so much." He gently tilted Gildir's face up to look into his eyes and he wiped his sons eyes, his own slowly trickling down his cheeks. "Listen, you came to me faster than most people could...It's not your fault...its whatever this curse is. They wanted me for the curse." He leaned forward and gently kissed Gildir's forehead. "Don't cry love this isn't something you could have stopped...it was out of your control but look I'm safe and with you...more or less unscathed." He brushed hair from the others face and sighed. "It'll be alright..." (Ahhh I dunno up to you what you want to do, they probably need to talk about it but I think I want to make the mark more hungry since its growing more and more) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted September 20, 2018 Share Posted September 20, 2018 "Father....!" Gildir whimpered as he felt Wryn's arms around him. As much as he loved to be close to his loved one, at that moment it was really hard to find joy, but not impossible. He moaned slightly when he felt the gentle kiss from Wryn on his neck, followed by another kiss on his cheek. It would be an understatement to say that his feelings were mixed. On one hand, he felt helpless and useless seeing that the one who was actually hurt the most by this ordeal was now comforting him, yet at the same time, he was so in love with Wryn that he couldn't help but feel joy from those kisses. He looked at Wryn as the older Elf wiped the tears from his eyes while crying himself, then he was given another kiss on his forehead. Gildir took a few deep breath and shook his head, then turned back to look at Wryn with a forced smile: "Yes father... we're safe now... we're... alright...." Gildir fell silent for a moment. wondering what the curse could possibly mean to the cultists. Then he suddenly remembered something he noticed when he cleaned Wryn's body. "Sorry father but I need to check something..." Gildir said as he lifted the blankets covering Wryn's body, since it was rather a hurry when he bathed him and brought him to bed, Gildir didn't put any clothes on Wryn so his body was laying bare in front of Gildir's eyes. Normally he would've blushed at the sight, but the signs of abuse were still quite visible over the older elf's body. He moved closer towards Wryn's groin and there he found a tattoo like mark. It looked like a small, simple pen-stroke and was barely noticeable but Gildir remembered Wryn's body to its every detail so such small changes didn't escape his eyes. Gildir asked:"There's a... little mark on your groin father... did they tattooed it on you?" (Given Wryn's behavior I guess maybe not do the therapy sex now. He seemed not broken enough to ask for such things right now.) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted September 27, 2018 Author Share Posted September 27, 2018 Wryn smiled gently to Gilder, another forced smile to add to the room and he gently nodded. “We are alright.” He gently hugged Gildir tightly wanting the comfort of another person’s body heat. He was chilled thanks to having been submerged in water and washed and then put to bed without clothing. He was covered in a blanket but it was easy to say he wanted something else too. Gildir was warmth, comfort, home to him and just smelling him, holding him, made him feel a thousand times better. He felt his fingers slide into Gildir’s hair as if consoling him but it didn’t get to last long. After a few moments Gildir pulled back and seemed to have remembered something. His apology came to Wryn as a shock and he tilted his head as the blankets were pushed off him. His body felt naked and exposed, dirty and abused. He lightly pulled the blankets over his shoulders leaving the area Gildir was looking bear. He felt…strange. In any other sense he wouldn’t have minded, Gildir being his son and lover at the moment but after the abuse it just felt wrong. He shivered lightly as the air to his exposed body chilled him. He whimpered softly as he felt the others hands move him a little to better see him. Then again when he said something about a mark his worries slid away and he pushed the blanket from him and he peered down at himself. Shocked to see a line of what looked to be tattooed onto him. “No…no they didn’t…least I can’t remember…” he peered up to Gildir. “I would have remembered…I remember everything and this wouldn’t have been something I would have just blanked on. They were…talking about feeding a mark. Feeding my curse…that’s why they…” he trailed off and shook his head lightly. “They were feeding my mark apparently, maybe…it is connected to it somehow? The more semen I intake the bigger it grows?” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hal7283 Posted September 28, 2018 Share Posted September 28, 2018 "I... see..." Gildir thought about what Wryn said, about the cult capturing Wryn for his curse, his "mark", and about them... "feeding" it... Wryn's guess about it growing as Wryn intake more sperm seemed outlandish, but given the circumstances it seemed actually plausible. Given the nature of the curse Wryn would have to regularly intake sperm, which would inevitably feed the mark. What would happen once the mark was completed? What would happen to Wryn? There were so many questions in Gildir's mind and he couldn't help but start to imagine the worst. Before he could be overwhelmed by his own imagination and fear, there was a knock at the door which immediately made Gildir jump up and grabbed his blade. "Who's there!" Gildir yelled, being rather over-protective and hyper-alert after what had just happened. His guard went down when he heard the familiar voice of Jack who asked: "I heard a cry, is everything alright in there?" "Yes, we are alright!" Gildir said as he reached for the blankets and covered Wryn's body. "I'll be right back." Gildir smiled to Wryn before walking towards the door and opening a small slit to show his face. "Sorry for the commotion but it's...." "No need to explain. Really." Jack said with a heavy expression. He held up a pile of clothing to Gildir and said: "I brought some clean clothes for you two. It's my son's but I think the size should fit." "Thank you Jack." Gilddir said as he took the clothes from the old man. "It's no big deal really. You must be tired after riding all the way back from Lisrieu. Take some rest, cause you need to be strong for your father now. If you need anything just call for me." Jack responded with a smile as he closed the door. Gildir returned to Wryn's side and laid the clothes he got from Jack on the bed. Sadly the clothes Jack brought were not as skillfully made nor in the fine silk common to Elvan clothing, and frankly rather bland in looks, But they seemed clean and comfortable enough. Quickly he got them both changed into clean clothes and Gildir smiled as he caressed Wryn's silver hair: "I'm gonna go and talk to Jack a little, you take some rest okay?' Having laid Wryn to rest as he walked out of the room. He walked down the stairs as he saw Jack sitting in the dinning room sitting at the table with the two of his children who still live with Jack, his youngest son and second daughter. The old man saw the half elf and asked “Ah! Gildir! How is Wryn?” “He is much better, thank you very much.” Gildir smiled as he approached the three. Gildir turned to look at Jack and said: “Hey Jack, mind if I ask you something?” “Of course not. What is it?” The old man said. “How did you know we came back from Lisrieu? I’ve never mentioned it to you.” Everyone fell silent in the room as their expression froze. Just as the three was about to rise from the chairs a flash of light filled the room, followed by the sound of Gildir ‘s blade sliding back into its sheath and making a small clang as the guard of the sword hit the scabbard. “I won’t make the same mistake again.” Gildir said coldly. The next moment the three humans fell to the ground in their own pool of blood. Gildir walked towards the corpse of the man who used to be his friend and looked knelt down, he searched the body slightly and soon found a necklace hidden under the collar in the familiar symbol of the ten pointed star. “As I thought.... part of the cult too...” Gildir muttered as he got up. He began to think back to day when they first came to the village, seeing the cult’s procession across the market, then immediately got invited to stay at Jack’s place. Now thinking back, it was probably the cult trying to stall them in their travel while they prepared for the kidnapping. There was no telling how many more cultists could be lurking around the place. With that thought in mind Gildir quickly raided the rest of the house for anything that may be of use for them like money, food, and clothing and packed them into a big bag. Then he returned to the room upstairs to check how Wryn was doing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shisu-Chan00 Posted October 2, 2018 Author Share Posted October 2, 2018 Wryn watched his son’s mind work and work as they sat in silence. He didn’t know why he had been kidnapped or why the mark on his groin was appearing or what it even meant but based on what the cultists had said it made sense that the mark was that of the curse and that feeding it only was going to make the mark bigger and more pronounced. Gildir wasn’t able to say anything because there was a knock at the door causing Wryn to jump and Gildir to pull his sword. Thankfully it was the soothing, familiar voice of Jack and he felt alright again. Wryn smiled softly as he was quickly covered, pulling the blankets over him more as he watched Gildlir head to the door to check and see what Jack had to say. It wasn’t a long conversation and Wryn heard most of it but it was a little to know that their housekeeper was looking after them. Wryn was a little disappointed to find that the clothing they were offered wasn’t what they were used to. He sighed softly and lightly touched the material when Gildir came back to the bed, sad that it wasn’t something he was excited to wear. He let Gildir help him into the clothes, happy to be not so vulnerable and naked for a moment. He hugged himself closer, the shirt a little baggy on him making it look like it was slightly swallowing him. Gildir lightly touched his hair causing the older elf to peer up at him and he nodded lightly to the others suggestion to take some rest. He gently laid down on the bed and watched Gildir leave the room before quickly closing his eyes. Exhaustion was apparent and he couldn’t help but feel that sleep was coming onto him quickly. His eyelids drooped and his mind trailed off. This didn’t get to last though for after a few moments he heard three loud thuds from downstairs. His body sat upright almost as quickly, his hands tightening in the shirt he had just been given, wondering if the cultists had come back and that was the sound of them murdering Jack and his own son. Thankfully after what felt like forever listening to the sound of his heart pounding in his ears the doorknob wiggled and then the door opened. Gildir stepped through and Wryn was relieved. “What was that loud noise? Is everything okay?” he asked, concern apparent in his features as he pushed the blankets from his upper body getting more comfortable for Gildir to speak to him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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