Chapter #2A brief recap of the story so far... by: Unknown Feanaro allowed a brief smile to play over his features as the demoness and the mage took a seat around the fire outside their shelter. They were hiding under a huge mass of wards and deflection runes in an attempt to prevent discovery by every skilled mage in the entire continent that was at the Pleasure Cult's bidding. Feanaro muttered a curse under his breath, that's where it had all started, the damn Pleasure Cult. He even recalled with bitter resentment how such a foolish journey had begun. He had been severely bored and had chanced upon an old file he had stashed away some two hundred years earlier. The file had been a small summary of an invasion he had lead into a rather unimportant and insignificant realm after sowing agents of perversion and corruption some twenty years prior to his attack. The report had detailed how his agents had been exposed mere weeks before the attack and as such almost every single agent, all demonesses or sorceresses greatly skilled in the arts of sexual orientated magic and moral corruption, had been purged by the current ecclesiarch. The realm's forewarning of his attack had proved sufficient enough that while Feanaro could have wiped them all out his spare resources were not enough to make the endeavor worth the effort. So four months into the invasion and with only half the realm under his control Feanaro had withdrawn and left not a single one of his troops behind.
Well it would turn out that apparently a few members of the pleasure cult Feanaro had planted in the realm before his attack had managed to survive the purging since two hundred years later the pleasure cult had re-established itself and not only had it grown it had become the only religion of the realm! It was a guild in theory but since religion had disappeared with the elimination of all churches and devout believers of the old religion the pleasure cult had offered company and satisfaction in a war-torn ravaged world. The cult had taken off and now the Pleasure Cult was rumored to have more power than the king. Curious to see what a world would be like where the only religion was based around a sex cult he had established himself some two hundred years earlier Feanaro had called on one of his allies and his close friends to enjoy and learn from such a rare experience. At least that had been the plan...
However upon entering incognito to the first village they came across, a small village that none the less possessed a population of almost 500 he had estimated, things had turned pear shaped. A public embarressment spectacle by two lowly sorceresses of the pleasure cult on a few village girls had irked Meshnel into sufficient anger to teach them a similar lesson. That was the first mistake, Feanaro thought to himself. After that the group had rented an entire tavern for their private use while the groups had split off into three separate groups to learn what they could about the realm since Feanaro had last been there. However due to a chop-happy Aner the result had been killing the Pleasure Cult's local demonic avatar. That had led to a greater problem, before Aner had chopped the demon avatar in half she had emblazoned a rune on her back, the purpose of which would be revealed shortly after as Feanaro would attempt to overcharge the rune, filling it with so much magic that the rune would shatter. The attempt had been successful however the cost had been a high one. Aner's body had been filled with shadow energy and as she was so much in tune with shadow energy the energy had been swiftly absorbed by her body and stored. The energy that had been neccessary to break the rune had however left Aner with breast and a behind each the size of basketballs and a belly the size of two at least.
After that Rena had wanted to try to at least partially shrink Aner and so had asked for Andrea, Feanaro's demoness, to create her a demon essence that consisted of the magic elements present in the realm most heavily which had turned out to be sex and shadow magic. Feanaro had allowed Rena to try to shrink Aner at least partially by examining the demon essence Andrea had made and while the effects had been less than desired it was enough to make the clone mobile again. Due to his absence at the time Andrea had then entrusted the demon essence temporarily to Meshnel who had placed it in a magic box reinforced with runes to suppress it's corrupting influence. However Meshnel had made a critical error, the wrong rune had been engraved on the box and instead of making it a containment rune it become a tracking rune. Hardly useful as Meshnel had then walked around for several days with it's sexual corruption slowly tainting most of the members of the group as he kept it in his pocket. That night after Rena had partially purged Aner of the shadow energy and Andrea had lost to Askurei in a drinking competition the tavern had been attack by the remaining Pleasure Cultists amd their thugs, a force numbering nearly one hundred in total. The battle had ended in a victory for Feanaro and his allies but the tavern had been set alight and the group was forced to flee before the mages of the capital arrived and made the situation significantly more challenging. It had taken half a days worth of riding into and out of the various levels of hell and into the current realm before Feanaro had lost his mage hunters and which point the group had gone to ground and rested for the remainder of the day.
What had followed next was were Feanaro got vaguely irritated. According to Meshnel, upon his realisation of the mistake in the rune markings a demon in the guise of Andrea had appeared and said she would take back the demon essence before reappearing shortly after and attempting to murder Meshnel. While the attack had failed Meshnel had failed to either kill or capture the demon and it's appearance, let alone it's identity was still unknown to the group. And with the demon essence in her possession, and thus presumably the Pleasure Cult it would only be a matter of time before they figured out how to use such a object to their advantage. In the worse case scenario the essence could be analysed sufficiently to take control of the real Andrea and Aner too if they were really unlucky.
Feanro cursed again and stared into the fire near him and his allies. There were Rena and Aner still with them, the holy paladin and her shadow wielding clone, though due to a recent prank by Askurei and Andrea both weren't quite their normal size. Rena the holy paladin, a dark elf her race called themselves, sat down on a log and rested her large water filled breasts that now were approximately the sized of basketballs on her legs as she leaned in to take in the full warmth of the fire. There was an audible slosh and Rena shot a look at everyone that the first comment about her breasts were discover the true meaning of holy retribution. Aner on the other hand while a shadow clone of Rena was in every regards an exact copy of her original self bar the fact she used shadow not holy magic, at least she had been an exact copy. There was also the fact she was a bit more Aggressive than Rena was. While it was true Rena had partially shrunken Aner down Askurei, as reward for besting Andrea in the drinking contest, had demanded to be taught any many of Andrea's demonic succubus magical techniques as possible, the result had been Rena's breasts filling with water while she had bathed and Aner's holding in the air she had breathed in while sunbathing. Aner now sat on the verge between being incapable of fighting with her body, while Rena would have to adjust to a new centre of gravity and quickly by the looks of it.
Feanaro cast a glance at Adjara, the only member who seemed to have avoided both ill luck and attack throughout the course of their journey. Adjara was unique to put it in Feanaro's own words, she was a being made from his own soul and composed of exactly 50% pure evil and 50% pure good and had the useful, if sometimes embarassing ability to absorb any magic energy she came into direct contact with. Appearance wise she appeared to be a mere black haired catgirl who simply had the scary ability to conjure a twin pair of blades or Katar out of nowhere. She sat in the tree at the moment, watching the skies every now and then before turning back to watching the roads nearby.
Feanaro sighed. "Well with this new development we definitely have a problem. We can continue on to the capital or else try and track this demon down that stole the demon essence. Both are important but I would prefer we stay as a group, so we'll have to make a choice... Which is more important to us?"
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