SataiRolePlayingGuy

Working on my reply. I'll play the 'virgin sacrifice', Mao brings back. I have some ideas for where this is going that should be fun.

“You are still innocent. Like I said, don’t think of it as evil. Though others might call you that if they learn about it.” Pelintira calmly corrected her apprentice. “Do not expect to grow near my power anytime soon though. You cannot catch up to thousands of years of study and practice quickly.” She turned to Mao. “She simply wanted to learn something new after all. The basics should not harm her, especially with my presence. Though I wonder if she would be willing to get her hands bloody already? Maybe you should find a virgin sacrifice for Alenia, from one of the villages.” There much that could be done with that. An introductory step into the dark arts. It was a test for how far the young elf would go, and something that could be useful for her magic. “…If you pass the tests, Alenia…I may show you the private library.” Of course she kept her materials for this sort of magic isolated. Only a special apprentice could be trusted to see one. Would Alenia be that one? They would find out eventually.

There was a slight chill and darkening of the room, though Pelintira continued to smile. “I left because I chose to live free, to study in peace. I have learned a great deal. I could bring war to the empire, unleash the limits of my power. It would be rather bloody though. Their mages individually do not match me, but they would certainly put up a fight.” She stood up, walked towards Alenia, an intense aura surrounding her. “You have ambition, spirit. But you are a novice. You have only the hint of my power. You want to learn something new, special? You want to learn from me directly? It might destroy you, mind, body and soul.” Maybe it was worth testing her, see if Alenia could someday match her power. ”You want to learn everything, I know? What if I told you all the stories they say about my magic are real? I have studied the darkest arts. Nothing is taboo to my studies, my power. Are you willing to walk that path. A great deal of it is what lesser minds call ‘evil’.” Of course she had standards in how she used her magic, did not cause suffering just because. But many would be disgusted if they saw some of the magic she was capable of. To actually teach someone that side of her magic, it had been a long time since she had such a fresh experience. If the girl was willing, not scared, and had the potential.

That was amusing. Alenia was quite ambitious. “You want to try to knock some sense into that man? I was his personal mage once, you know? Long, long ago. I give him some credit. You would find it hard to imagine our old ways. Before he built his empire. His ancient grudge with those Vanorians down south. The empire was built to fight them, the only one that has succeeded so far. The magic they use is a key weapon in that success.” The wild elves. The pre-empire days. Pelintira had lived in those days, remembered the old ways. When they lived among the woods here, avoided the cities and structures humans used. The Vanorians changed that. The elves needed to change to win. She was legitimately impressed with some aspects of the empire, its power. Though she left for reasons not too unlike her apprentice here. ”The rumors are he fears me of course. My power. Perhaps he does. Though I have not spoken to him in a very long time.” She could probably protect her home. It would not be an easy battle though. She had no desire to provoke it…though if she had a powerful enough apprentice. ”Mao does have a point. Perhaps, someday, you could do such a thing. But you are a long way from that. Even with my personal guidance.” She glanced to Mao, with a smile. “She says she wants me to teach her everything. I wonder if she could handle it?” It was hard to guess if the girl even had a hint of what she was really asking. But this conversation was interesting. She wanted to see where it went.

Pelintira had been aware of the third presence in the room. One of the interesting creatures she had found after making her way out here. Things never seen in the south. What the voice said was not that strange. This girl, who she had rescued, somewhat following her path, but much less skilled in magic than she already was when she left the empire. Of course the young one wanted personal time with her. Personal lesson, maybe other things. But she needed someone special, to take personal lessons from her. Not just anyone could follow in her footsteps. Of course her familiar of sorts was more aware of the truth. Seen private chambers and materials. Knew at least some of the stories about Pelintira were very true. Was the girl capable of such magic? There were several factors behind that question. Did she have the skill? Was she willingness to get her hands dirty? There were costs to such magic too, and some did not have the stomach for the effects. She closed her book, looked to the girl. “Well then, you want a lesson from me personally? Something new? What is your greatest or most secret desire, Alenia? What do you dream of accomplishing through magic? Do not hold back, I told you there are no rules here. What would you ask someone of my skill to teach you?” She was hoping something interesting, and learn more about her apprentice. What did she wish to learn from the ancient mistress of magic, studying for centuries…millennia? Did Alenia believe the stories? Did she have a curiosity for such magic?

The young were always overly eager to learn. That was what Pelintira thought anyways. “My whole library is available to you, Alenia. You have grown bored of it already?” She asked, looking up from a book, with a hard to read small smile on her face. Freedom to study anything you wanted was available here. But it was not quite so simple, especially for the inexperienced. “You aren’t a human girl, desperately racing against the clock, on the verge of death before you have moderate skill.” She did not think much of even the most powerful human mages. She had studied magic for many human generations. Time, study, practice. These were not the only things that mattered but they were important. Shortcuts were available, but… ”Magic is something to enjoy the long slow study. More importantly, it can be very dangerous to explore what are not ready for.” This was a statement that could be interpreted one way. But it was not necessarily referring to forbidden magic. Even stronger versions of conventional spells could overwhelm a careless caster. You had to build your potential, to be able to cast powerful magic without destroying yourself.

Got a little carried away with the introduction, but here is the link. Left it rather open for either of you to stick character(s) https://ecchidreams.com/community/topic/7563-forbidden-magic-elven-witches-satairoleplayingguyxairallie14xwarning/

Note to readers: Another story in the lovely, ever growing Vanoria setting. Though this one will be in another part of the world, with no contact with and little awareness of the Vanorian Emipre. A three person story, to explore other aspects and lands of the world. Far to the north, beyond the Vanorian Empire. Beyond the Ancient Elven Empire north of Vanoria, was a wild lightly settled land. Ancient homeland of the elves, a reminder of their wild past. Now mostly abandoned for the great empire to the south. The only realm so far strong enough to hold back the might of the Vanorian Empire. But the empire of the elves could be suffocating as well. There were no slaves there. But everyone had a purpose assigned from birth. It did not matter what you felt. That would be your role for life. And elves did not grow old. Only the emperor himself could give an elf a new position. While that did happen, it was exceptionally rare. For most who wanted something else abandoning the empire was the only solution. This was allowed, but it meant forever giving up your citizenship in the empire. No help would come to you if you were unprepared to live on your own. Deep in wilds there were many secret things happening. Many creatures lived out here, self exiled elves, small human settlements, villages or tribes, with no king united them, dwarves in the mountains. Other unusual creatures could be found as well, some never heard of in southern lands. Deep in the woods, along the mountains that bordered it, was a woman spoke of in legend and rumor. The elf Pelintira. She was quite old, though as an elf she certainly did not appear so. She went into exile long ago. Stories said it was because she was a mage of the elven emperor. A powerful one. But she could not stand the rules, limits, of what magic she could study or use. She established a home in the wild, where she was free to study. Legends about her in the empire became wild. Forbidden magic, forbidden knowledge, freedom. If you were brave enough to seek it, to go into exile and find her, maybe you could gain these things. Necromancy. Demon summoning. Zombification/mind control. Mutation. Life beyond dealt. The stories suggested she studied all these things, who knew what else. That performed sacrifices to obtain her power. That even the emperor feared her power now, hated it, but did not dare move against her. Only someone who found her could learn the truth of these things. She did have a few apprentices of course. There were others as well. That she employed in her home to provide various supplies, that they could also sell to those near by. The home was best described as a fortress magically crafted into the mountain, continued underground and up into some of the surrounding trees. At the moment Pelintira was in her study. A room full of books and a great collection of artifacts. She was doing study on her own. But at this time of day, her students and others were allowed to visit her. She encouraged students to study on their own. But she would give advice too, sometimes personal lessons. Sometimes they worked together if the student was doing something that interested her. When students asked about the legends, if she performed such magic. She usually did not answer the question. But she encouraged her students to dig through the library and artifacts. Not be afraid to study anything. They were here for freedom, nothing was forbidden to study.

My thought right now, is the post order will be 1. Me 2. Allie. 3. Warning. That will be it at least most of the time, when everyone has a character (or more) present. There maybe short periods where only two of us post if the other doesn’t have anything to write. I do have a plan that may help the potion seller be around a little more if she is not also a student of my character. Feel free to include that character or another character as a student, or something else. Was not sure if you were planning that first character you posted was going to be involved. I’ll post a link to the story here after the intro is posted.

Should get something started soon, maybe today, at least the next few days hopefully. Allie is looking for a picture for her character. Will work on an introductory post.

I’ve been holding off on responding to things here, see if anyone would start stories that did not involve me. But if you are still interested, I would be willing to talk about setting something up with this. Either in my existing ‘Vanoria’ setting, or a separate more generic fantasy setting.

Meant to reply to this a lot sooner. But just finished another major week on that setting (major for the characters involved, not the setting in general). There is little to worry about on this story conflicting with the others, especially in the near term. It’s in a region far from the other stories. We should mostly be fine just doing what we want. We have mostly been developing the setting as we go. If there is anything that does not fit, will mention it, but have not seen any yet. It is a rather flexible setting. Unless the region of the story shifts, there is not too much chance of anything here conflicting with the others.

This was what he had wanted the whole time. The perfect slave for him. She would always be a slave, but he would make sure she was well cared for. Well fed, comfortable but completely controlled. Just like she wanted. They continued for a moment, the general pleased with her eagerness. “She would spread her legs for me eagerly. Let you watch me take her. I can only imagine how she would moan. But she has to wait a little longer.” He let go of Aliana and unchained the prisoner. “Run, run back to your towns as fast as you can. If you fail to convince them, our armies will not hold back. My little slave be there too, you enjoy killing now, don’t you, slave? It feels good to end your enemies lives?”

Honorious walked up to the last soldier. “We already killed your king. Your prince has run off who knows where, probably to some princess’ bed, a pawn of another king. We will soon march again. You should know how weak your last army is. They will just throw away their lives if they fight. You have the chance to end this without wasting lives.” He took Aliana into his arms, not bothered by how bloody she was. This girl used to hate me, was part of your army, maybe you knew her. Now she belongs to me. My property. That is our power.” If only to demonstrate Aliana’s happiness in being a slave he leaned and kissed her passionately. He also wanted to see how different it was, now that she wanted it. He doubted they would go all the way here. But he wanted to prove how completely Alaina belonged to him now, to his witness.

Honorious smiled as he listened and watched. She completely belonged to him now. He approvingly groped her rear with his hand. Considered her request. “The others have not committed his mistake. Their fates were still uncertain. But they should probably be made an example of. Spare one though, I don’t care which. We can send him to the remaining towns, try to convince them to just surrender.” He gave her a light spank to prod her to go forward. He might have spared them. But he wanted to encourage Alaina. He wanted her to not only be comfortable but enjoy killing for him. She was almost a second sword for him. A tool to be used for pleasure and to kill.

Honorious was mostly concerned about cleaning up for now. Other things could be considered after that. Lilana was in pain, but not so severe it needed extra work. Though if he decided to play with Lilana tonight, that would probably be necessary. He led her towards the back of the camp. A number of men were chained up. These were not slaves, or slaves to be. Aliana would have recognized some of them. Prisoners of her former army. He walked her to one particular man, Luxur. “I believe you know this man. Fought alongside him in the previous battle. This one made a very stupid mistake. Managed to break free. Attacked the chefs, stole a knife. Attempted to attack me as I examined the grounds. He was caught, pinned down by other soldiers. They would have killed him there, but I told them to wait.” ”What are you doing, Aliana…wearing that? Walking with him? They didn’t…”. The soldier desperately tried to reason with his former comrade. Hoping she was not what she appeared. Honorious handed her a sword. “You are now my slave.” He was partially informing the other soldier of his fate. “And my bodyguard. Show me what you want to do to people who try to kill me. What you would have done if you were at my side.” He stepped back. Let Aliana show how Vanorian she now was, what she thought about anyone who tried to kill the master she now loved.

Lilana shrugged it off. The things Aliana said more or less broke the bond for her as well. Or reduced to a tiny sadness deep in the corner of her heart. She still respected Aliana, acknowledged there a blood connection. But did not really think of her as family either. “It does not bother me. We share blood, but we are no longer family, except that we have the same master. I am not bothered that you enjoy hurting me either. I’m happy to encourage those desires in you. As long as you don’t hate me, and we can work together, I am fine.” That was the most important thing. There were times their duties, both sexual and otherwise, needed to connect. As long as they got along and worked well together, Lilana was happy enough. They were starting from scratch, they knew each other but there was a coldness between them. No longer family, not even friends. They had to gradually discover if they would have any other bond. Honorious came back in. “It’s time for your surprise. Come follow me.” He looked to Lilana “Just stay there and rest for now. Others will come to bandage you and replace the sheets while the two of us are out.” He stepped out the door and waited for his newly changed older slave to come and follow him. He suspected the new her would enjoy this.

In a way they were no longer sisters. Lilana would not care that much if Aliana never considered her a sister again for the rest of their lives. But they had become more similar than ever in some ways. They were thinking mostly the same regarding slavery, Vanoria, sex. The things that now defined their lives, other than being a soldier for Aliana. Even if Aliana was cold to her from now on, she felt they would still get along enough that she would be content. It was good to define exactly where they stood though. “Neither of us are who we used to be anymore. The priest was probably right, even our souls have changed. You don’t consider me your sister anymore. I can live with that. At the moment, what do you feel or think when you look at me though?” Maybe the sister relationship would eventually return, maybe not. Lilana would be happy either way. But the two of them had to figure out what they were to each other now.

“The thought of being Vanorian. You still won’t feel quite the same as the others will you? Not just because you are a slave either. It will be an honor to be Vanorian, but they are still stronger than us. Better than us. I’m willing to admit it too now.” They did not look drastically different. But the Vanorians, were not just better equipped or better fighters, but taller, stronger, even compared to the men of their old kingdom. Aliana had started to feel a racial aspect in her attraction earlier, Lilana was starting to see it too. They would be Vanorian on paper, but not in blood. But that was not a problem, if anything it made her more attracted to her master, and others, now that she thought about it with her new thought process.

Lilana smiled proudly, at the woman she was no longer sure how to think about. “I’m sure you will crush them.” She did not know about much of the world, but it felt like Aliana was part of an invincible army now. The fools were throwing their lives away. Those who surrendered would learn the truth. The women experience the joy she just did. ”You will do it too, won’t you? After the war is over I will swear myself to the emperor. Treat his word second only to master’s. The priest told me a little about it while you were out. There is no guarantee, but if you swear yourself to him you be officially Vanorian, you might also be taken to his chambers.” Did that make Aliana excited too? He was not their master, but the ruler of their empire, most powerful of the Vanorians they now admired. A random slave, used by the emperor of all people. Thinking about it now aroused her, did it do the same for Aliana? Now that they were slaves, pleasing men was one of their primary duties. As long as their master approved, it did not matter who. How could he not approve of his emperor spending some time with one or both of them?

This had started because Aliana wanted her to join her. In that sense she asked. But both of them were changed far more than they expected. “That is what I expect. I can’t imagine betraying him anymore. But if nothing else, we still have the same blood. I don’t how much that matters anymore, but if I need to be killed, I want you to do it, Aliana. I would at least try to do the same in that position, though I could never beat you in combat.” She was curious now. “There is still one more battle to bring our old home completely into the empire. Will you volunteer to fight them?” Of course Aliana would do it if their master ordered it, but would Aliana ask to do it on her own? Fight her former army, capture the final border settlements, bring them into the empire. Enslave what was left of the women?

Lilana could hear it in the voice. She was unsure if it was permanent, but her old sister was still gone. Neither of them were who they used to be, both had to relearn about the other "You did what I asked and I am grateful. I understand how you think now, at least in those areas. I also love our master and empire. I'm still in pain, but I am not angry with you. You did masters will, and gave us both an experience we cannot forget. You enjoyed it at the end, didn't you? There is nothing wrong with that. You are master's guard and soldier. You should enjoy hurting his enemies. Killing them if necessary. I don't know if what we had is gone forever, but like before, I still admire the new you, in a different way. You will protect him, make his reputation greater. I hope to help him in whatever way he wants me to." She would not be too bothered if their old relationship never returned. But she hoped they still got along. They were still working and living together, loved the same man, with now fanatic loyalty.

The trainer gathered the materials, and with a nod from Honorious, took them the tent. The priest looked on the the sisters with a joyous smile. "You have both received a holy blessing from the gods. You minds opened to the truth, your very souls transformed. You both should now understand, there is nothing wrong with being a slave. It is a position of value to the empire. I will let you two enjoy the experience of your awakening. Another day, I will teach you both more about what your place in the empire is. Beyond your duty to your master, there are certain rituals and holidays you will both have a place in, as slaves. You should now consider what will happen after the war. When the general returns to make his report to the emperor. Will you swear loyalty to him. Do you love our empire as you now love your master? That is one choice you two still have." With that he bowed to Honorious and left the tent as well. The general looked down on his two slaves. "I will return tonight to make use of one or both of you. You two should spend some time talking getting to know yourselves again. Neither of you are who you used to be anymore..." He then turned his gaze to Aliania. "...I have a little surprise for you later as well, Something you might consider a treat now. But I will come back in a little while to summon you for that." It was something different from what she had experienced so far, but part of what he considered to be Aliana's new responsibilities. He would let her rest now. Let his two slaves talk. He did not want them to hate each other. They had to be ready to hurt or kill each other if necessary. But as long as they were obedient, he wanted them to get along. He had another idea for the night in that regard. He stepped out. Still recovering from her wounds, Lilana waited to see what her...sister? The other slave? Said. Their relationship at the moment was uncertain. The old link between them was shattered. They shared the same blood, and the same master. But they both had to figure out exactly what their relationship was now. Now that the transformation into proper slaves and energy of the moment had passed, what did Aliana think. Had she permanently destroyed her old feelings, or were they still there, but twisted by what she had become?

Her sister was like a monster in the moment. Lilana did not care. Was happy for her even. She felt she should continue to encourage that side of her later. Maybe not on herself though. This was just part of the process. The enemies of their master, they deserved to suffer, the enemies of Vanoria. Yes, she was just a slave but she was proud to be Vanorian now as well. Not as good as those born into the empire, but she was one of them now. The men just let Aliana have her moment. Do whatever she wanted during it. If she enjoyed torturing her sister, they would let her continue until the moment passed, or if she went too far. They were slaves, but they deserved to enjoy this experience as much as they could, however they wanted to. It would not be especially long, but it would linger longer than a sexual orgasm. Body, mind and soul, they felt it in each. The joy of realizing this was who they really were, their real place, their love and loyalty for their master. Aliana would still feel it for a little while, continuing the viciousness that unlocked it might even slightly extend it.