Lyra's Grimoire [Teppo x Reasoned]

[Reasoned]

The town of Rockwell was a city of diversity. Situated in near 3 borders, it was a popular resting location for travelers, hunters, and refugees. It had a great day and night life too. Anything legal and illegal from all 3 countries were able to be purchased from this location. Some old tales say it was even a place of worship in the old days, but the remnants of any evidence suggesting that has already been ,long destroyed by the wars waged on this territory in past centuries or so most people thought...

Lyra is a dancer quite popular in the nightlife of the city, and one of the only dignified dancers left, appreciating the larger tips, but is never swayed by the offers that come after. Truly a core figure of admiration and center of attention in the late hours. As of late she didn't have any struggles and only focused on making enough money to extend her wardrobe, and maybe move to a bigger city. After a particularly profitable night out, when she arrived home she found a book on her dinner table. There was no sign of breaking and entering, just a plain black book, with a leather cover, no title, and blackened pages. The writing in the book was extremely hard to read, as it was hand written, with some sort of dark red ink, and in a much older iteration of the current language. A strange thing for sure, but the contents just seemed to describe some sort of praise or offering to a god whose name she couldn't quite read.

[Teppo]

    When Lyra danced, she was the center of attention.  Center stage, on the tavern's raised platform, she spun and twirled, working her body into shapes and poses that would seem impossible to her viewers.  Her dress, extravagant and provocative, showed off every curve of her body, made only sweeter by the way her movements accentuated certain parts of her figure.  Her smooth, flawless skin was on display for all to see and her breasts and buttocks bounced and bobbed seductively.  By the time she'd finished, there was not a single face that wasn't in a state of awe.  But they soon shook off their stupor and the tavern was filled with their cries.  And the sound of their coin hitting the wooden stage.

    "Another stunning performance as always, Lyra." The tavern keeper said to her as she approached.  The old man placed a pouch on the counter, which clinked as it settled.  A cut of the profits from the day's show.  Her pay.  Lyra took the pouch gratefully and said, "How can I not?  When you treat me so well."  She flashed him her best smile, to which he acknowledged with a bob of his head and left the tavern to return to her home.  But not before she had to slap a couple hands away from grabbing her bottom.

    Her home was modest, containing all the basic necessities of a simple village girl, a kitchen, a bed, a fireplace and a privy.  She spent most of her money on better, more seductively dresses, to help bring in more coin.  After all, her goal was to make it to the big city and become a renowned dancer.  Lyra dropped the bag of coin on the table where she noticed a strange book.  "Strange." She muttered, having never seen it before.  She opened it but could read none of the text.  The handwriting was rather terrible and seemed to contain a strange dialect.  A yawn forced her mouth open wide and Lyra pushed the book from her mind, placing it back down on the table.

    Tomorrow.  She'd find out more about it tomorrow.  For now, she undressed and climbed into bed.

[Reasoned]

During the night Lyra had a really strange dream, bordering a nightmare. Weird beings, the size of several galaxies, staring at her specifically, with uncountable eyes. Or were those the stars on the night sky? Was she awake already, standing on a balcony above a death drop to concrete? No. She was reading the book now. The letters swirled into stick figures carrying out several tasks. Some odd some simple. But now she wasn't reading the book, she was living it, as one of the stick figures. Weird unpronounceable names bounced around in her head. Then the people turned into the weird letters again. She was seeing the last page of the book. Now it was her. From the books perspective she was watching her own body read it. Then as whey locked eyes, she woke up. 

Barely minutes passed since she has fallen asleep. Yet it felt like ages, trapped in that unknowable nightmare. But slowly, the things started to align. The dream began making sense. She felt warmth on her stomach, a weird pleasure, she rarely felt before. Kind of like relief, but rather differently. Something painful as left her body, and left space for.. growth. before she could check out what caused this feeling, sleep hit her like never before, and almost like a knockout, she was off to the land of more pleasant dreams. 

In the morning, Lyra woke up as if she had slept off a century's worth of stress within the 8 hours. It was about midday. The time she usually waked up at. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except for one thing. She had the strange book in her hands. Did she cuddle it while sleeping? Seems like it. She oriented herself in the morning, and slowly the memories from the weird initial dreams returned to her. She was tasked with finding the 12 Relics. That's all she knew, and the vague locations, that seemed to reminisce places she has been to before. She felt the pull. A desire to uncover these strange objects and find out more. But soon this faded, and only her usual self remained, with a hunger for a good breakfast. Well more like lunch now. 

[Teppo]

    Lyra awoke as the rays of the midday sun shot through her window and shone on her naked body.  Rising from her bed, pushing the covers aside, she stretched languidly like a cat.  Her outstretched hand fell on something solid laying on the bed.  It was the strange, leather-bound book that had been on her table last night.  She picked it up and held it in her hand, wondering a bit more about its existence and the mysterious way it had just shown up.  Once more, she opened the book and tried to make sense of the strange writting, but alas, it was still beyond her ken.

    Sighing, Lyra set the book down and busied herself with preparing for the day.  She moved first to her wardrobe and donned her newest dress: a set of flowing robes that left her bottom half uncovered, which appeared to be a pair of elegant panties.  As she moved about the kitchen, preparing something for lunch, bits and pieces of her dreams the night before began to fill her head.  But they left her more confused than   "What twelve relics?" She asked aloud.
 

Edited June 22, 2023 by Teppo

[Reasoned]

As Lyra started dressing, se spotted an interesting thing in the mirror. She had a birthmark under her bellybutton as far as she knew, but now the dark spot became... Clearer? Almost like a lens focusing on an object before it. There still wasn't much to make out of it, but it definitely changed. During lunch as she was wondering if there was meaning to her dreams, after all she has seen and worked with oracles who could accurately foresee events. Did they have a meaning, was it a foreshadowing? Perhaps her mind just wanted to make sense of the scribbles on the book's pages. So she stated her question. The next time she reached for her fork to continue eating, there was the black book again. It had an odd feel to it. Almost as it the book was talking to her without making a sound. Also, how did it get there. She didn't put it here, and she would most definitely have seen anyone in the flat moving the book around. She had very good perception after all. 

[Teppo]

    Lyra paused in her morning routine as she felt a curious feeling form in the pit of her stomach.  There, just under her belly button, just above her green bottoms, her strange birthmark glowed a feverish pink.  The book flashed in her mind again as she stared at the mark, making her wonder if there was a connection between them.  But how could there be?  She'd never seen the book before and had had the mark since birth.

    With a shake of her head, Lyra pushed the strange happenings from her mind and returned to the task of preparing a midday meal.  Robes trailing behind her, butt squishing into her seat, she sat down at the table to eat her food.  Once more, the book flashed in her mind and she stopped her hand halfway while it reached for the book.  She shook herself free of the thoughts and stood, deciding to take a walk to clear her head.

[Reasoned]

As she left her apartment, she heard a particularly loud moan from the neighbor. They were never too quiet regarding their sexual life, but it's the first she ever hear it during midday. However by the time she closed her home up, she saw the neighbor, butt ass naked, approaching Lyra. He had quite a chiseled body, as an adventurer, and still had a hard on, but his eyes were abyssal black. Did he just leave the house mid intercourse? He moved in a weird way, almost as if new to this body. "Hello, Child." He greeted in the most weird way possible. "I have come to make contact with you. However since you seem to not want to read our book, I had to manifest, as this us to the utmost importance. Forgive my hideous look." He then grabbed onto Lyra's wrist. "What you saw was real. I am the Great Eldrich, and I want this world to conquer, and you shall be the vessel for it." The man then placed his hand on her stomach, and a warm feeling enveloped the area, it was pure primal lust, but it only lasted for a second. Now the neighbor looked confused. "Whaa.. Oh my god. What the fuck is going on???" He screamed, and backed off. He was startled by the fact that he was naked, not in his bedroom, and currently touching a person he damn well knew, didn't like to be touched. "I-I'm so sorry!" He shouted as he ran back into his house in a panic. 

The mark on Lyra's stomach was now fully manifested. A complex symbol, much like those in the books, but somehow less detailed. 

[Teppo]

    The moment Lyra opened the door, the wind came by and blessed her with kisses and dances, tugging and pulling on her hair with playful swirls.  The hem of her robe fanned out behind her and fluttered, providing a eyeful of her backside being held in the tight, green panties.  Her sandaled feet stepped lightly onto the road, and it seemed like it was going to be a wonderful day after all when she heard a moan from next door.

    At the sight of her neighbor, who approached her naked and with a noticeable boner, the dancer cried out, "What do you think you're doing, pervert?"  She recoiled from him, taking several steps back.  The distress distracted her enough that she didn't notice the man's black, soulless eyes and she assumed him to be just another assaulter.  He took hold of her wrist and placed a hand on her stomach, which suddenly burned very hot.  "Ahn~!"  She cried out, defenseless against the sudden pleasurable feeling smoldering in her belly. 

    Like an ice-cube on a hot summer's day, the feeling was suddenly gone, and Lyra wasn't sure if she'd imagined it or not.  What was that?  And if that wasn't enough, she felt even more confused by the man's strange words.  Now that she had a moment to think about them, they sounded like the ravings of a madman.  But before she could respond, the man had fled back into his apartment.  Something made her look more closely at her stomach where he'd touched her.  Her birthmark had grown more visible, glowing a soft pink.

    The whole night and morning had been nothing but crazy weirdness for Lyra and she suddenly decided that she need a drink.  With light, graceful steps, the dancer headed for the tavern.

[Reasoned]

Lyra’s journey to the tavern was mostly uneventful, but sometimes as she glanced at the people, as she does often to see if she’s getting the attention she wants, the same dark look glanced back, especially from males. It happened enough times to make the gears start turning in her head. But this was no time to think. It was time to drink. This was the mindset she entered the tavern with. After fining herself a place to be, the bartender came right up to her. “What will it be today Lyra? As usual the first one is on the house for you.” He greeted the star dancer with his usual smirk. He was one of the many men trying to court her, to no avail unfortunately, however as a fellow professional he understood the boundaries, and just treated her with friendly respect, biding his time, until he can get a chance.

[Teppo]

    Lyra strolled into the tavern with the typical sashay of her hips.  Anyone that walked behind her would be treated to glimpses of her bodacious behind as it peeked around the hem of her flowing garment.  Pliant flesh wiggled as she walked, especially through her bottom, thighs and chest, cutting a provocative figure as she glided into and across the tavern floor.

    Violet locks tossed side-to-side as the dancer peered this way and that, keeping a careful eye on the bodies around her.  No one tried to approach her, but Lyra caught plenty of leering faces, all from men she knew would die to know her lewdly.  She simply returned their stares with a smug, knowing smile and sauntered up the bar counter and seated herself.

    Moments later, the bartender approached Lyra and inquired about her drink, offering her the customary idol discount.  She smiled sweetly at him, without a hint of smugness or malice, fully appreciating his respect for her and understanding of his own boundaries.  Unlike other men.  "It's been a wild morning.  I think I need something strong.  How about some of the stuff from down south?" She asked, crossing her arms on the counter and leaning forward, unintentionally pressing her cleavage together and pushing her chest out.

[Reasoned]

The bartender smiled brightly, catching himself a glance of her breasts as she basically put them on an exclusive display on his counter "Coming right up." He nodded at her request. He immediately pulled out a bottle from underneath the counter, filled with blue liquid, and poured some into a medium sized glass, with fancy engravings. He continued putting on his best show for the girl, as he made the drink, but there was something extra about her today. He didn't quite understand it, but some reason she was more attractive, lusty even. He didn't mind, just enjoyed the vibes. 

The drink was placed before Lyra, as the bartender seeing no other orders coming in, decided to stop for a chat with her, until he was needed elsewhere. "So now with your drink of comfort, would you tell me, what happened in this wild morning?" He inquired since it was brought up already. 

Meanwhile from Lyra's point of view, she felt a sort of stare on her, apart from the usual appreciating glances. It felt like something more, but she couldn't quite put a finger on where the feeling was familiar from. As she received the drink, the moment she reached for it, thee black book was already resting under her hand, almost as if she just brought it with herself, and set in on the counter before ordering.

[Teppo]

    Lyra's eyes practically sparkled as she watched the bartender retrieve the bottle from underneath the counter.  Bluish liquid with a faint glow sloshed into the glass as he expertly poured, spilling not a single drop and stopping just shy of full.  Enough to let the customer feel like they got their money's worth, but not so much that they would lose much of it during the initial swallow.  As the bartender set the drink down in front of her, as Lyra was about to regale him with her tale, she felt something hard and flat underneath her hand.

    Black leather stared up back at her and with frustrated groan, she picked the tome up and hurled it to the floor.  "Stupid book!" She growled, quickly downing her cup in a single swallow.  "It's always there!  I wake up, there it is.  I'm eating breakfast, there it is.  Now I'm trying to have a drink,  and there it is.  Can I have another please?"  She finished her rant with a sigh, feeling like she would never have peace in her life again and contemplating what to do with the damned thing.

[Reasoned]

The bartender’s eyes widened, as she downed the drink like water. He paused for a few seconds, and seeing how she didn’t immediately collapse on the counter, passed out drunk, he reached for the bottle again, repeating the same show off moves to fill her glass again, but this time a bit slower. She still didn’t pass out. Not even a bit of red on her cheeks. He deemed her fine for another round, but for her safety and his sanity he was praying that she won’t down’t this one too just like that. After all, there are some notorious dwarf drinkers who pass out from only 3 glasses of the stuff. The same guys who drink ale instead of water on a daily basis.

However Lyra was unfazed. Unbeknownst to everyone at the table or in general, her current… condition, prevented many downsides to effect her. The otherworldly powers in her have already built up enough, to purify any and all substances introduced into her system, to the extent that they feel fun, but have no actual harmful downsides, or negative effects. She was, as of now, resistant to the side effects Hedonism… she did feel as if something moved in her stomach as she was in contact with the book, but the splendid taste of the drink and the mild bitching about the book’s presence, took up enough attention to not make her care about this. 

The bartender finally spoke up, after serving her the drink, leaving the tension hang in the air for a hot minute. “Soooo… you have a grimoire now? What’s the downside of that? Isn’t free magic like… cool?” He asked, slightly confused at her predicament, while the book, currently avoiding Lyra’s gaze and perception, just appeared under her other palm. Much to the eye brow raise of the handsome bartender. He found it kind of hard not to glance at it from time to time. 

[Teppo]

    Upset by her current situation, Lyra failed to pay mind to the fact that she was downing potent liquor and feeling absolutely none of the effects of intoxication.  Instead, she tipped her head back and down the alcohol just as fast as the first glass, if not just a bit quicker.  In an unladylike manner, she belched.  The disgusting sound bubbled up from deep inside her gut and trumpeted out of her throat without warning.

    "Excuse me." She said, somewhat bashfully, cheeks coloring to a deep shade of red.

    Finally, feeling herself calming down, Lyra took a deep breath.  Resting her face on her hand, she shot the book a glare of annoyance.

    "I don't even know what the hell is going on.  Is it a grimoire?  What's a grimoire?  I don't know.  It just showed up this morning and won't tell me what it wants." She said as she gave the corner of the tome a flick, barely sending it any distance from her as heavy as it was.