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Aaralon's Discoveries | Elist | 14

 

"I humbly accept your generosity. My body aches for food and warmth unlike anything I have ever felt before," he said with a polite bow. The band of hunters, not used to his polite behavior, giggled to themselves.

They led him across yet more frosty hills. They were indeed all women, a strange fact Aaralon decided not to pry into at the moment. Their speech were thick with an unrecognizable accent, but it felt strangely fluid and nice. They were greatly interested in this 'mage' that had come for a 'mission', asking him about all sorts of things about magic and the place he had come from. Aaralon gladly obliged, and before long they had reached the village.

It was a collection of round huts situated in a small valley, shielded from the harsh wind. Everything was covered in pure white snow and ice. Aaralon was surprised to see that even the village had no men. It was like a tribe of ice amazons.

"Greetings, great mage," said a matronly lady who came out of a large hut. She was clad in thick white furs. Strings of wicked fangs taken from their hunts lined her neckline and wrists. Aaralon presumed that she was the leader around these parts.
"It would be an honor for the Criata tribe to welcome you to our little village."

Warmly, she invited Aaralon into the large hut. There was a fire burning in the center that spread ample warmth to the interior. It was unbearably pleasurable after the freezing cold he had endured on the way here. He was placed around the fire with the other warriors, who gave him roasted meat and a jug of liquid. The meat he ate with relish, but the jug contained a strange fermented drink that tasted utterly horrible. He politely sipped a little to please his host.

In the warmth of the feasting hut, the women took off their thick fur coats, revealing their well toned bodies beneath. Despite being such uncivilized hunters, the women were all beautiful in their own way, with smooth pale skin and healthy bodies that stirred Aaralon's desire. The children and elderly appeared to be not joining the feast.

"So great mage," said the leader,"What brings you to this lands?"

 

What does Aaralon answer?


          Retrieve an object of power

 
 
 

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