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Last Updated: 9/18/21
Story Title: Land of Heroes
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Once up for the day, Tyler and I made our way to the Hero Hall to see what quests we might be able to undertake while in the city. We knew we still needed to get back to the trolls in the Greenwood but, as we sat eating our breakfast, we decided that it might be worth checking to see if there were any quests available that would take us out in that direction. No use traveling back and forth if we could help it.
This Hero Hall was much larger than the ones we'd been in before, with four clerks already helping a dozen adventurers despite the early hour. We waited our turn, of course, and eventually were directed to approach a clerk. He inquired as to our levels and classes, confirmed that we would be adventuring together, and promptly handed us a list of available quests. "Go sit down on that bench over there," he directed, "and figure out which quests you want to tackle. Then come back and let me know."
"Um," I responded, "You're not going to tell us about the quests?"
The man rolled his eyes. "You've never been to a big city, have you?" We shook our heads. He nodded. "Unlike small towns, where the clerk at the Hero Hall might talk to you about all the available quests, large cities like this one can't operate that way. Too many quests. Too many adventurers. Generally, in a place like this, I'll compile a quick list of all the potential quests and give you the list. You make your selections and let me know. I record it and off you go."
"Really?" Tyler inquired.
"Let me guess. Some guy named Bill or Ted or Pat in some village somewhere just sort of gave you the quests, right?" Again, we nodded. "He already filtered out a lot of the details. I don't have that kind of time. Take a look, make your selection, and get going. It's pretty simple."
This guy was definitely not Pat from Goldenshield but Tyler and I took the list, found a bench, and began to review our options.
"That's a lot of quests," Tyler mumbled in astonishment as he scanned the list.
"Yeah," I responded dumbly.
Twenty-three quests appeared on the paper the clerk had given us, each with a short description and a recommended level of the participants. Some even had additional information.
"How many is a lot?" asked a man sitting across from us.
We looked up at the smiling man and grinned. "Twenty-three." I answered.
He chuckled. "Well lad, I hate to break it to you but twenty-three is not that many."
"Really?" asked Tyler.
The man nodded. "You two are partners, right? So you are only looking at the list of quests that are available for a party of two. Most of the people in here," he waived his hand around indicating the other adventurers, "including myself, are lone adventurers. On this page," he continued, showing us his own quest list, "I have eighty-six available quests. It's going to take me all morning to read through them all!" He laughed, as did two other men sitting nearby.
"Wow," I said. "Guess I hadn't thought of that." The man nodded in a friendly manner and went back to reviewing his document, leaving Tyler and I to look for quests.
We eventually settled on six.
The first quest was to pick up pre-ordered pies from a local bakery and deliver them throughout the city. There was a special note that the quest could not be completed by a lone adventurer as all they pies had to be delivered within two hours of the initial pickup.
The second quest was to go to Oxford Manor and deal with an Unhappy Specter that was haunting the attic.
The third quest involved entering the sewer under the palace and killing fifteen Giant Rats. There was a special note that the adventurers would get a bonus if they killed the Giant Rat Matriarch.
The fourth quest involved locating a Lost Book in a man's basement.
The fifth quest involved delivering potions components to a local alchemist.
The sixth quest was one that we both immediately agreed upon. There was a ranger to the west, in the Greenwood, who needed a new supply of arrows. We needed to visit a local fletcher, get the arrows, and deliver them to the ranger.
Making our selections, we approached the clerk and informed him which ones we had chosen to complete. He made several notes, nodded at us, and wished us luck. Pulling out our quest log, I saw that the six quests took up six pages of our quest log; just behind the WORLD QUEST information. After fist bumping Tyler, the two of us got to work.
The day flew by in a blur, the two of us moving at breakneck speed to finish the five city quests before dark so we could begin making our way out to the Greenwood. We killed the Unhappy Specter and the Giant Rats first, making sure to slay the Giant Rat Matriarch to get the bonus. Unfortunately, our adventure in the sewer made us rather unpresentable so, just before noon, the two of us paid a copper a piece to use a public bathing room. Once the magic there cleaned our clothing and the hot water cleaned our bodies, we rushed to find the missing book. Luck was with us, as we found it rather quickly, and we delivered the potion components to the alchemist half an hour later. Then we did the pie run, zipping back and forth across the city to deliver eighteen pies within two hours. Tyler and I definitely had to split up for that part, though we finished with seventeen minutes to spare. Finally, we swung by the Hero Hall, collected our rewards, which consisted of coins, and went to find the fletcher's shop. Within fifteen minutes, we were out of the city with the sun setting in the distance.
"Phew!" I said as we headed towards the Greenwood.
"Yeah," agreed Tyler. "Phew!"
.........
The two of us pressed onward, heading towards the ranger cabin despite the late hour. Bob, Tyler's bear, found us as soon as we entered the Greenwood and I found myself feeling much more confident now that the giant beast was walking along next to us. I had come to find his presence comforting over the last few weeks, I realized, and was glad that Tyler had acquired the large furry companion. Shasta, my familiar, soared overhead and occasionally landed Bob's back, the parrot and the bear having become fast friends when we left Molg Elharn.
We found the ranger's cabin just before midnight, unsurprised that the ranger himself was sitting on the porch waiting for us. Despite being several years younger than me, the boy was much taller and broader than myself. He still jumped up and down like a kid when we gave him the arrows, though, so I think I had the edge in maturity. The lad informed us that we could use his cabin for the night, as he had hunting to do, and promptly disappeared into the woods after paying us for our time. Tyler and I shrugged, slipping inside and falling asleep within minutes.
We left the next morning, heading towards the huge cairn that was surrounded by Clan T'amak. The troll village was a solid day's travel from Nostringham, we guessed when looking at the Map of the Wanderer, so we knew we would get there some time in the late morning. We were correct, spotting the edge of the village shortly before lunch.
The troll guards waved us in and a young troll boy of about ten was called over to escort us to Wise One Ju'mak. The boy was cute and I started to chub up a bit as we followed behind him, my eyes examining his plump little backside. Before my fantasies could get going, though, we found ourselves in front of a smiling Ju'mak.
"My friends! You have come back to da village! What can we do for ya?"
Tyler and I smiled at the old troll. "We brought you back some of the things you asked for," Tyler responded.
"Truly? Ya did? Dat's amazing! Few outsiders ever bother to come back and help da clan. I'm impressed!" I pulled out the six Wolf Pelts, nine Stag Steaks, and thirty-two Pepperberry Seeds we had purchased in Nostringham and handed them over. The troll elder looked at them critically before grinning widely. "Dis is great! You've certainly earned good will from me people! When Chief Nona, me nephew, gets back from hunting, I'm gonna tell him about your generosity."
"So have we earned your trust?" Tyler asked hopefully. "Will you tell us your story?" We both looked at the troll elder but he shook his head sadly.
"Not yet, little barbarian. Dis is a good first step, but the Tasks ain't over. Da village still needs Wolf Pelts, Stag Steaks, and Pepperberry Seeds. However, we do have a spot on da edge of da village dat is empty. If you two would like to set up your camp der, you'd be welcome to our protection as you work towards completing da Tasks."
The Wise One then insisted that we at least have lunch with him so the two of us sat and ate, enjoying his company despite not being able to draw out the information from him that we sought. Tyler and I decided not to head back to Nostringham yet, figuring that we could take Ju'mak up on the offer sheltering next to the village and try to finish these Tasks. After eating, the Wise One personally escorted us to our temporary home and, with well wishes, left us to our own devices.
I immediately cast Dipper's Little Tent, surprising the nearby trolls and getting several looks of admiration. Once Tyler and I had settled in, the two of us left the village to try finding more pelts, steaks, and seeds. The rest of the afternoon was filled with killing wolves and stags, with Tyler's skinning skills coming in handy. We also found pepperberry plants and harvested every seed we could find, my own gathering skill making quick work of that task.
For five days, the two of us lived on the outskirts of the village in my magical tent and hunted wolves, stags, and pepperberry plants. Tyler complained that we didn't seem to be getting anywhere, with Ju'mak thanking us every evening for our contribution but still not trusting us with the clan's story. The rest of the tribe was very cordial with us, though none went out of their way to interact with us nor any answering our question. It was frustrating.
I explained to Tyler that, in Land of Heroes, gaining Coalition Respect was an absolute bitch. It could take months, in some cases, to grind out enough Coalition Respect to be able to change your standing with a coalition from neutral or friendly to trusted or allied. Upon hearing that, Tyler suggested that we head back to Nostringham to purchase the items we needed but I suggested we be patient.
His patience lasted until day six, when he said he was leaving the village with or without me.
My own aggravation at the lack of progress already on the rise, I relented, and we informed Ju'mak that we were heading back to Nostringham. The Wise One wished us well, thanking us for everything and telling us that we were welcome back anytime. We got into Nostringham unmolested late the following day and headed straight for the Bursting Sunflower Lodge.
The next morning, Tyler informed me that he needed two days off. Since coming to Aurora, we had abandoned the idea of a seven-day week and simply worked and lived each day as it came. Having a lazy weekend-like two days off, I realized, was a good idea.
"So what should we do for our two days off?" I asked as we munched on our bacon and eggs. Tyler gave me a slightly sheepish look as he chewed before swallowing and sitting up straighter. Then his face took on a more serious look.
"Ian, I'm going to say something, and I don't want you to get upset."
I nodded. "Ok buddy. What's up."
"You know I love you, right?"
"I do." I said.
"And I'm so glad you and I are here together." He took his hand and placed it on my own.
"You've said that before," I responded, giving his hand a little squeeze.
"Ok, then I want you to not take this the wrong way. I need two days to myself. Alone. Two days to relax and do whatever I want without someone next to me. I miss having my own free-time." He still gripped my hand, but I could see a bit of fear flash behind his eyes.
I laughed. The boy didn't want to hurt my feelings, but he basically needed me to get the fuck away from him for forty-eight hours. I could relate. We had spent the last several months almost exclusively together, in each other's space and totally without privacy. Even though we had been apart for a week during our initiate training, both of us were kept extremely busy during that time so it was not relaxing in any shape or form. I grinned.
"Dude, I understand," I said as Tyler sagged in relief. "You're totally right."
"Really?" Tyler asked as I nodded. "You're not mad?"
"No," I said honestly. "I'm not. I think it's a good idea. It's unfair to both of us that the other is always around. I'm in agreement. What do you propose?"
Tyler bit his lip, apparently having thought I would fight him on this. "Well," he said slowly, "how about if we meet here for breakfast in two days? Then we can get some more quests and deal with the trolls."
I considered the suggestion. "Ok. Sounds good."
His jaw dropped. "Really?" he asked again, obviously not expecting my answer.
"Yes, really!" I laughed. "Why are you so surprised?"
"I just thought you would want me to check in with you every few hours. Or that we would share a room both nights just so you can keep an eye on me." Tyler blushed slightly.
"Nope," I said. "If there is one thing the initiate training taught me, it's that you deserve respect and independence. I trust you to make good decisions and to be able to protect yourself." I squeezed his hand again before withdrawing it and taking a sip of the weak beer sitting in front of me.
"Ok," Tyler said, a bit at a loss. "Thanks." Then he appeared to think about it and grinned at me. "Oh, I get it." He added, his voice indicating he thought he had caught on to my game. "You plan on letting me go knowing that you can check in on me any time in the next two days through the Ring of Linking." He smiled smugly, apparently thinking I was giving him two days of freedom while reserving the right to check in on him.
I pondered what he said for a moment as I swished the beer in my mouth. Then I swallowed, set the stein down, and shook my head slowly. "Nope. I'm not going to be checking in on you until breakfast in two days. I trust you. What you want to do for the next forty-eight hours is your business. You're not going to have me looking over your shoulder." I smiled at the boy. This was the right decision, I thought, because he did need his independence and to be treated as an adult.
"Oh," Tyler said, suddenly sounding unsure. "Really?"
I stood, kissed the boy on the forehead, and said, "I'll see you in two days. Have fun!" Then, I walked out the door.
.........
I had seen a sign the previous night for a Gamat hall in town and resolved myself to go find it. The locals were helpful, pointing me in the right direction, and I eventually stood in front of a well-maintained gambling den that had advertisements for Gamat on most of the exposed wood. Slipping inside, I inquired into how I could participate and the kindly old woman behind the counter explained everything I needed to know.
I walked out of the gaming hall at lunch time, having made eight coppers for my trouble. The four hours of Gamat had been enjoyable, for sure, but the players were all very intense and talented. I held my own, though, but didn't really make much money. With more practice, I thought, I would do better.
Lunch consisted of sitting in an open-air café and eating a variety of delicious and exotic pastries. Reminding me a great deal of a Parisian bakery, the place was in one of the wealthiest districts and served cakes and breads that I had not thought existed in Aurora. It cost me several silver, though, but was absolutely worth it. My day off was going swimmingly.
I found myself walking through a park some time later, enjoying the breeze and admiring the scenery. I had just settled on heading back to the Bursting Sunflower Lodge to have a nap, which sounded delightful, when I caught a whiff of something magical. A vendor had apparently set up shop on the edge of the street and was selling hot meat pies, the aroma of spicy meat arousing my interest and causing my stomach to rumble. I hustled over, paying the man three coppers for a steaming hot meat pie just off the grill.
When I bit into it, I felt hot juices flood my mouth and a wonderful blend of spices hit the back of my throat. I groaned, giving the man a nod when he laughed. I was about to leave when I noticed a boy sitting on a bench nearby, his eyes focused on the grilling meat. He was small, maybe seven or eight years old. When I asked the vendor, he told me that the lad, Biko, was a street urchin who loved, but rarely could afford, the meat pies. Feeling like doing a good deed, I handed the man another three coppers and received a second pie.
Biko was delighted when I gave it to him a moment later, the boy gobbling up the treat eagerly. "Thank you so much," he said, his voice high and soft. Though the boy was dirty and wearing worn out clothing, his grin was adorable. A bit young for my tastes, he would be an absolute beauty in a couple of years. I was about to walk away when the boy scooted over, motioning for me to join him on the bench. Deciding to put off my nap for a moment, I sat.
The boy began talking to me about the meat pies and, over the course of the next half hour or so, I learned a bit about him. He was indeed seven-years-old, having left his parents farm six months earlier to make his own way in the city. He was not really a street urchin, as he had a part time job as a chimney sweep that made him just enough money to afford a bunk in a group home. When I asked him why he didn't go back to his parents, he laughed and told me how much he loved living in the city and that a local carpenter had agreed to take him on as an apprentice when the season changed.
He also asked me about myself, marveling at me being a hero and peppering me with questions about my travels. I told him about some of Tyler and my adventures and he was obviously impressed. I also told him that I was taking the next two days off, planning on enjoying myself for a job well done. When he asked me what I was doing for the rest of the afternoon, and I told him that I was going to be heading back to my lodge for a nap, he suggested that I change my plans. I was intrigued, of course, so I asked him about it.
Apparently, the Pampered Pixie was a local bathing house that had developed a spa-like business model. They cleaned you from top to bottom, gave you a massage, fed you treats, and then let you nap in a private room for a couple of hours.
"You've been there?" I asked.
"Yep. One of my uncle's friends passed through the city a month back and we met for lunch. He invited me to the Pampered Pixie for the afternoon. It was wonderful!" The boy got a dreaming look on his face.
"Then let's go," I said, making up my mind.
"Oh! Well, it's kind of expensive." He said, giggling. "I can't afford it. But you should go!"
"Well how much is it?" I asked.
"I think, maybe, six silver per person." He nodded, as if remembering what he and his uncle's friend had paid.
"Well since I've never been, I need to go with someone who knows the place. Since you know the place, how about if I pay for it if you accompany me?" I asked, grinning at the boy.
He grinned back.
.........
The place was outstanding, having a very real spa-feel when we walked in despite the medieval-like setting. I paid the twelve silver for the both of us before Biko and I were whisked into the back of the Pampered Pixie to meet with our personal pixies. The four boys we met were not pixies, it turned out, but the staff that would be assigned to us for the duration of our stay. Abre and Denton were both twelve and had been working there for four years. Nance, who was ten, had been a pixie for nearly a year. Colby, who was fourteen, was an assistant manager. The four boys were nude, their erections hinting at the fun I hoped we might soon engage in.
The two twelve-year-olds, Abre and Denton, took my hands and led me into a small changing room. Nance and Colby did the same with Biko, following us a moment later. Once in the changing room, the four boys began to strip Biko and I methodically, folding our clothing carefully and placing everything we owned into wooden chests. Once everything of mine was placed in one of the chests, and I stood nude and with a slight erection, Abre locked the chest and slipped the key, which was attached to a long piece of string, over my head. Then they ushered us into the next room.
We immediately found ourselves in a sauna, our bodies flushing with the heat and humidity. The four pixie boys directed Biko and I onto slightly raised wooden seats while they moved about the room with purpose, gathering tools and supplies. As my little companion and I soaked in the steam, our pixies rubbed our feet and hands, washed our hair, and gave us very thorough sponge baths. All six of us were stiff as boards, my erection the largest and little Biko's the smallest.
After several minutes of pampering, we were escorted out of the sauna and into a room with waiting massage tables. Biko and I followed their orders, laying on our fronts as the boys started our vigorous rubdown. They worked our calf muscles and our butts. Our lower backs and our shoulders. Our necks, arms, and heads. It was wonderful, with both Biko and I groaning enthusiastically.
Then they flipped us onto our backs, beginning the process over again and kneading all of the stress out of every available muscle. I glanced over to my side, seeing the small form of Biko melting into the table as the older boys dug their hands into his tender flesh. I grinned, watching his tiny erection bouncing around every time Nance and Colby moved on to a new muscle group.
At the very moment of maximum relaxation, when my body was absolute putty to Abre and Denton, I felt a hot mouth engulf my throbbing member and I gasped. Denton, who was busy massaging my pecs, murmured sweet nothings as Abre began to bob up and down on my horny member. A sharp intake of breath next to me drew my attention and I saw that Colby had his face buried between Biko's small bottom, presumably teasing the little boy's asshole with his teenage tongue. Biko groaned in satisfaction.
Denton left my chest, then, and slid between my own legs. I felt the boy pull my cheeks apart and sighed contentedly as his hot breath ghosted across my pucker. Within a moment or two, his tongue was buried inside of me.
Ten-year-old Nance followed Abre's lead and was soon sucking on Biko's little member, the little boy grunting and snorting at the stimulation. I wasn't much better, I knew, as I grunted with each swipe of Abre or Denton's tongue. The four boys tag-teamed us for some time before I heard Biko squeal in orgasm, the boy thrashing about in the corner of my eye. His climax sent me over the edge, my load shooting deep into Abre's throat as the boy glued his lips to my pubes.
Almost a heartbeat later, as I came down from my orgasm, I felt both Abre and Denton grab hold of my ankles and lift my feet up slightly. Then, to my astonishment, both boys thrust their own cocks against the soles of my feet and humped for all they were worth. The sensation was both strange and erotic, their pre-teen cockletts skimming along the bottoms of my feet at breakneck pace.
A sudden bout of laughter from beside me caused me to look over and I saw Colby and Nance doing the same to little Biko, the boy giggling as the two older boy's tickled his feet with their throbbing cocks. Then Colby began to cum, his teenage wad shooting all over the foot he was fucking while he grunted in enjoyment. Abre and Denton followed suit, their own loads suddenly drenching the undersides of my feet. Nance came a moment later, though he appeared to be shooting blanks.
Our four pixies washed our feet and fed us some succulent fruit before escorting us a large hot spring in the next room. We washed in the spring only briefly, allowing the heat to relax our muscles even further before we were pulled out of the water, toweled off, and ushered into a quite and dimly lit sleeping area. The soft mattress was big enough for both Biko and I so we lay down together, the boy curling up against my chest as we spooned. Our pixies whispered that they would be back later to get us and we should take the time to sleep.
"Ian," Biko whispered some time later.
"Huh?" I whispered back, my voice thick. I had almost fallen asleep.
"I'm still horny. Can you fuck me?"
My eyes opened wide at that pronouncement and I felt my member, which had remained pleasantly plump the entire time, give several throbs as it grew stiff.
"You sure?" I asked.
Biko didn't respond. Instead, the boy reached back and grasped my cock, maneuvering the tip to his hot and eager boypussy. The boy was so small, I almost told him to stop. But before I could make up my mind, Biko had my cock lined up perfectly and he scooted backwards, impaling himself on my member easily and without resistance.
"Fuck!" I grunted as I felt his hairless globes press against my bush.
"Yeah!" he moaned. Before I knew it, the boy was on his hands and knees while I slowly fucked him doggy-style, my much large body dwarfing the little lad. He eventually looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. "Can you fuck me a bit harder? I'm not gonna break you know."
I chuckled, reaching out to grab his hands and press them firmly into the mattress. Then I fucked him in earnest, using the same amount of force and aggression I regularly used against much larger partners. The boy squealed and squawked, moaning as I jackhammered into him.
"Oh! Oh! Yeah! Yeah!" He sang, the room filled with the sounds of flesh smacking flesh. Deciding I wanted to look him in the eye, I reached under the boy and flipped him onto his back, my cock never leaving his hole and my pace barely slowing. He wrapped his small legs around my back as I pounded into him, the boy moaning uncontrollably. I looked at the boy, amazed that a small child of seven was riding my cock like a champion. With one hand grasping his arms above his head, I reached between us and started frantically jerking his little boner. The boy lost it, then, climaxing loudly while choking out a long "YESSSSS!" I came a moment later, his hole clamping down on my overstimulated cock and sending me over the edge.
We fell asleep a short while later, spent and content.
...............
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