Whatever the wonders of the city outside, the mansion surpassed them. You’re led through sprawling gardens to a house that seems like a palace. Inside, the winding passages have smoothly tiled floors and are walled with spectacular murals. One, near the entrance, shows four elven women riding in a hunt through a forest, with hounds running ahead of them. One of them is clearly your captor. You note that, as well as beasts, the creatures they are driving ahead of them include a number of sentient species, including orcs, goblins and humans. Following your glace, the elven noble began to talk, although it’s clear she’s not expecting answers. She talks to you in the same tone one talks to a pet.
“There is a tradition among the nobles of Elohin to portray themselves in rustic pursuits. This shows me and my daughters. Of course, only my youngest Tri’lanna, would actually think of spending time away from civilisation. She’s far too innocent. Dasille, my eldest, is too stuck up, and Kiraea is too busy spreading her legs for anything with a cock.”
They take after there mother, then, you think to yourself, but you have the sense not to say it.
She leads you on, to what she explains is her “own private wing of the manor”. Her, the murals are consistent and obscene, showing a number of depraved acts. Creatures of magic and nature lure travellers astray, to seduce or ravish them. Some of the most sexually charged acts in elven history are played out in graphic detail. And, most disturbing to you, some of the creatures of the netherworld are shown in all their unholy glory, taking their sick pleasures with delicate elven women. You wonder if she’d be so keen on such depictions if she’d actually seen such creatures, and had watched what they’d done in your village.
Finaly she leads you to a small room, and locks the door behind you. With some relief, you let the Shinning Stone drop into your hand. It’s wet with your juices. The room is comfortable but sparse, with a bed and a high, barred window. You sit down, the tiled floor cold against your still naked buttocks, and wonder what to do next. |