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Last Updated: 4/2/18
Story Title: Land of Heroes
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Chapter 4.
After dinner, Tyler and I retired to our room and fell asleep before we knew it. The day probably had a lot to do with it; we spent a lot of energy and exhaustion had certainly begun to creep into us as the evening wore on. I fell asleep a bit later than the boy, however, pondering over what Gus had told me. It couldn't have been accurate, I finally decided, and the man must have been saying things to make what had happened in the bathing room seem more normal than it really was.
The next morning, after eating a large breakfast and drinking a Quaff of Healthiness, we said goodbye to Gus and left the Sleepy Maid.
The merchant had again set up his shop and, to our surprise, his selection was larger than what he had been able to offer the previous day. The blades we had collected were sold for a total of 15 copper and I purchased each of us a waterskin, three days' worth of trail rations, one Quaff of Healthiness (which we were told would last the two of us two weeks), and bedrolls which attached neatly to the bottom of our backpacks. We were told that Goldenshield was only three days travel down the road so, with one last glance at Peaceford, we began our journey.
The day was lovely, with low and sporadic clouds and a light breeze. There were no insects bothering us, for which I was grateful, and the temperature was comfortably mild. The route looped its way downward, the elevation dropping as we made our way towards the end of the vale. Though we were still surrounded by cliffs and crags, the forest seemed to thin out slightly the farther we went. There were plenty of beautiful views, though, and I found myself wishing I had a camera with which to take some pictures.
Tyler and I talked about light topics, not delving into anything weighty or serious. Around noon, as we sat near a bubbling brook and ate our lunch, which consisted of dried meat, a small wedge of cheese, and an apple, Tyler took the opportunity to break the amiable silence with a question.
"Ian." He asked, putting down his food.
"Hmm?" I asked, my mouth full of apple.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, " I said, swallowing. "What's up?"
"When Mr. Lanlor touched my wiener..."
I sighed. "Tyler. Let me stop you. I should have stopped Mr. Lanlor when he did that but it caught me off guard. I'm sorry he made you uncomfortable but I promise you that I won't let something like that happen to you again." I said it seriously, making eye contact with my charge.
"But," he said, looking confused. "I really liked it."
My heart skipped a beat. "You did?"
"Yeah. My parents always said nobody was supposed to touch my privates but I really liked it. I really liked touching his wiener too. And making him... you know."
"Cum?" I volunteered.
"Yeah. Cum." He blushed slightly.
"That wasn't the first time you had cum, huh?" I asked, somewhat slyly.
"No. I've been touching my wiener for a couple of months now. They told us about it in health class and I decided to try it. It's ok to do it, right? They said it was ok in health class."
"Masturbation?"
"Yeah. That's the word. Masturbation. It's ok, right?"
"Yeah. Of course."
"Things seem kinda strange here, huh?" The boy gave me a quizzical look as if asking me to explain why Earth was different.
"Yeah. They are. Are you ok with these things being strange?" I asked the boy.
"I guess. I mean, yeah. Being a barbarian is cool and the... the sex stuff was fun. I kinda wish sex stuff was more free back on Earth."
"Well, this world seems to be really free about sex stuff. Like, it's ok as long as you want it. I'm with you, though. Earth would have been much cooler with more sex stuff."
We lapsed into silence. Finishing our meal, we packed up and continued down the road.
When night eventually fell, we found a clearing off the road and set up a small camp fire. Having been a boy scout, I knew the basics and a quick FIRE SPARK got the fire blazing almost immediately. Rolling out our bedrolls, we hunkered down for the night. I was still amazed that there were no annoying mosquitoes or bugs or things flying about as it made the camping so much more enjoyable. No bugs on the ground, either.
I was trying to decide if we needed to sleep in shifts when Tyler broke the silence. "Ian," he asked.
"Yeah?"
"Um... Well..." He scrunched up his face, trying to figure out the words. "Is it ok if I play with my wiener before going to bed? Ever since we got here, I feel like all I want to do is play with my wiener." I laughed. Come to think of it, I've been way hornier since coming to Aurora as well.
"Your cock," I said to the sheepishly grinning boy.
"Huh?"
"Your cock. Your wiener. That's what lots of people call you penis. Your cock."
"Oh. I've heard that. Like... like cocksucker?"
"Ohhhh. You said a bad word," I taunted as we both laughed. "Yeah, like cocksucker. And playing with your cock is called jerking off or jacking off."
"Well," he said, puffing out his chest. "Then is it ok if I jerk off before going to bed?"
I thought about it for only a moment. "Only if I can do it too."
He grinned, showing me his pearl white teeth in firelight. "Cool."
We both quickly stripped out of our clothing, the warmth of the fire feeling wonderful on my bare skin. Leaning back, we both gripped our stiff pricks and began stroking. Only a few minutes passed before Tyler began to groan. "I'm about to do it."
"You're gonna cum?" I asked, my own hand stroking my meat.
"Yeah. I'm going to cum. I'm gonna... I'm gonna... CUM!" The boy grunted the last word as his body spasmed, his hand leaving his boycock for a few seconds as the powerful feelings washed through him. As I watched his little tool twitch, my own climax erupted, and several spurts hit my chest and belly. After wiping it up with a large leaf near my bedroll, the two of us snuggled down into our bedding. The comfortable grass and soft dirt was almost as good as a mattress and we were both asleep within moments.
.........
The next two days were much of the same. We traveled, talking as we went. We jerked off at lunch and again before we went to sleep. The third day saw us loose a great deal of elevation until, as the sun began to set, we found ourselves in a narrow valley with a rather large town clearly visible in the distance. The mountains, it seemed, ended in small foothills around the town with Goldenshield acting as the cap to the Sleepy Vale behind us.
Goldenshield had no wall, its many buildings concentrated together while a large variety of other buildings surrounded the town proper. The path that we were on turned into cobble stone several hundred yards from the first building and, as we approached, a man in a guard uniform exited the building and raised his hands.
"Good evening travelers. Do you come from the Vale?"
"We do," I said. "This is Goldenshield?"
"It is. You are welcome to enter the town but, be warned, thievery and troublemaking will be dealt with harshly."
"We understand. Tell me, sir, do you have a recommendation for a reasonably priced inn?"
The man thought for a brief moment before pointing down the lane. "Go to the Happy Harpy. Good little inn. Lots of amenities." I nodded. "Are you two new adventures?" Again, I nodded. "Excellent. Tomorrow, you should go to the town square and look for the Hero Hall. There will be quests there for you to tackle."
We thanked the man and headed into the town, marveling at the simple, yet well made, buildings. Finding the Happy Harpy right near the town square, we entered to find a warm and welcoming tavern filled with light music and delicious smells. Having eaten the last of our food for lunch, we both were looking forward to the fare.
The bartender informed us that it was 1 silver a night, which included an evening meal and a morning meal. It also included use of the bathing room, which was attached. Tyler paid the tab, since the boy had more money than I did, and we sat down to eat the vegetable stew put before us. A pot of tea was soon delivered along with two mugs of ale that smelled enticing.
The ale was not bad. Stronger than the beer served at The Sleepy Maid, I drank the whole mug while Tyler, who was not sure what he thought of the taste, drank half of his. I almost told him he couldn't drink but, considering the sex stuff, I figured he was apparently old enough to make adult choices for himself.
After dinner, the bartender pointed us to the bathing room and we found ourselves in a room like the one behind Gus's establishment. We were the only people there, though, so we quickly cleaned up without any sexual behavior. Tyler did ask me to wash his back, however, and my hands trembled as I massaged his shoulders. It was intimate. He rubbed me down, too, and I thoroughly enjoyed the experience. I almost suggested we fool around but my weariness from the road kept me tempered, despite the fact that both of us maintained healthy erections throughout the bath. Our clothing, which had begun to see signs of travel, was clean as could be when we put it back on and we soon found ourselves in a nice little room overlooking the town square.
The next morning saw us eating an early breakfast before exploring the town. Bigger than Peaceford by a factor of ten, there was a small street filled with merchants and we skipped from store to store admiring the various things seen in the windows. Armor. Weapons. A shop selling spells. An outfitter. Travel goods. Knickknacks. None of the shops were open, yet, but we were looking forward to being able to go into them soon and rummage around.
The Hero Hall was easy to find so we decided to enter and see what kinds of quests were available. Closing the door behind us, we found ourselves in a room that reminded me very much of a bank. There was one teller station, a couple of couches, and a small bookcase which held a variety of tomes. No one else was present, except for the teller, so Tyler and I saddled up to the window.
"Hello," said the short pudgy man, his big smile friendly. "Welcome to the Hero Hall. You are both heroes?"
"We are," said Tyler. "Is this where we get quests?"
"It is, young man. Small villages and hamlets rarely have a central location for quests so, when you find yourself in those kinds of places, you generally must wander around asking for work. In towns and cities, the Hero Hall serves as a central repository for quests that need doing. In major cities, there are sometimes multiple Hero Halls. Here in Goldenshield, we only have this one. My name is Pat and I'm here to help you find quests. How does that sound?" He bowed slightly.
"Sounds good," said an impressed Tyler. I nodded.
"So, what classes and levels are you?"
"We are both level 4. I'm a barbarian, the old guy is a wizard." Tyler grinned.
"Old guy!" I said, in mock indignation.
Pat laughed. "Got it. Let me see." He opened a tome in front of him and began to flip through. A minute passed. Then a second. Then a third. "You two want to quest together, I assume?" We nodded. "Very good. I have a couple of options."
Pat told us that the town guard captain had rearranged the militia training schedule so 5 Notices of Change needed to be delivered to the outlying farmsteads. He also told us that the Malmuk farm, to the south, was having a problem with an infestation of Nasty Rats who had taken up residence in their barn. They needed 10 of them to die. Pat mentioned that Poppy's Pedals, the local potions shop, required 7 Grace Rose plants for their inventory and the plants could be found in the forest to the north. Lastly, Pat informed us that the light at the top of the Old Tower to the west needed to be rekindled as it had gone out when some skeletons had taken over residence of the place.
"Can we accept all of the quests?" I asked.
"Of course. Would you like to?"
I looked at Tyler. "Yes."
"Do you have a quest log book?" he asked. We didn't say anything. "No problem. Here." Pat handed us a leather tome and I flipped through it. Page one listed the militia training. Page two listed the rats. Page three listed the plants. Page four listed the tower. Smiling, I nodded my thanks and slipped the book into my backpack. Then Tyler and I headed out the door.
The first two quests were uninteresting. We delivered the notices and picked the flowers, fighting a couple of wild boar that meandered too close to us in the forest. Neither of us took any damage, thanks to my ICE SHARD spell which reduced the boar charge speed by a huge percentage. After the last notice was delivered, the quest disappeared from our quest log and our experience shot up dramatically. Then we went to the Malmuk farm where the old farmer informed us of the rat infestation and let us into his barn. The rats were each about as big as a medium sized dog but my damaging spells and Tyler's fast axe rapidly made quick work of them. Mr. Malmuk was pleased and gave each of us a silver. That quest, too, disappeared from our log and our experience again jumped by double digits.
The Old Tower was much more interesting. It took almost an hour to get out to it and, when we arrived, we discovered that the door was locked. After looking around, we finally found a key tucked away behind a broken bit of rubble and we were able to get inside. The place was dark, though there was enough light coming through the windows to see clearly enough. The skeletons, though, were a bit scary.
I was sure that Tyler was going to have a problem but the boy charged forward, smashing aside rusty weapons and old bones alike. My fire spells lit up the first floor and, before we knew it, there were no more enemies to be felled. The second floor was much the same, though the enemies here appeared to be slightly better armed and had a little more armor about their long dead bodies. Tyler gave no fucks, though, and tore through them.
The third floor, where the large pyre was located, had no enemies and we lighted that sucker with one simple FLAME SPARK spell. Of course, we immediately saw a huge bump in our experience and that quest disappeared from our log. Back on the first floor, though, we found ourselves facing a big skeleton wielding two long swords. The fight went well, I have to say. Tyler engaged it in close combat and I sniped it from the edge, dealing damage whenever I could get a clear shot. I was really impressed with the little bugger, dancing this way and that to avoid attacks while rushing in to deal major blows whenever the skeleton made a mistake. In the end, I took no damage while Tyler's health dropped to 25/43. Not bad. Not bad at all.
We looted the two treasure chests and headed back to the Hero Hall. When we arrived, Pat welcomed us in and we told him of our exploits. We handed the Grace Rose plants over to him and immediately leveled up. "Congratulations," he said. We grinned. Opening the quest log, I discovered that every page was blank.
"So what now?" I asked Pat. It was late evening, but I was itching to do something else.
"Now, you should go shopping and then go back to the inn where you are staying. Tomorrow, we shall see what other quests are available." We nodded and headed out the door.
Tyler and I proceeded to the general merchandise shop and sold all the miscellaneous items we had looted during the day. Boar tusks, skeleton fingers, assorted rat whiskers, some rusty weapons. We made a nice little sum of money.
Because we were now level 5, we could see what our damage output was for weapons and spells and could see our overall damage and magical resistances. When he was equipping his original axe, Tyler's damage was 7-10. However, one of the treasure chests had held a new Wicked Axe and the damage output for that axe was 9-14. Simple math said it was better so we sold the old weapon. The other chest held a Magicians Robe, a long light blue overlay that increased my defense. I put it on over my other garments, which were really undergarments if I was being honest, and Tyler told me that the long dress I was now wearing suited my girly personality. I smacked him over the head as he laughed.
By the time we left, however, the other shops had closed. Deciding to call it a day, we went back to the Happy Harpy where Tyler and I split the cost of the stay. Dinner was very good and included a peach cobbler for dessert. The bath was also nice, though we did it alone and didn't engage in any hanky-panky. The bed was excellent, with both of us snoring logs quickly after laying down.
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