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Last Updated: 4/10/18
Story Title: Land of Heroes
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Chapter 5.
The next day saw us back at the Hero Hall, bright and early and eager for some quests. Pat welcomed us warmly, finding two quests for the day that we could tackle. The first quest was rather simple and required us to wander the town and apply an anti-fire charm to eight different buildings. The charm, a long stick with a bright red crystal on the end, needed to touch the different buildings for only a few seconds to apply the magic properly. We were done within half an hour and earned eight copper between us.
The second quest was only slightly more involved. Apparently, a wandering wizard had accidentally left his unbound note book on a window ledge and a gust of wind had blown his paperwork in every direction around town. He desperately needed to acquire 15 Lost Pages to complete his research. The next two hours saw Tyler and I meandering around the town, occasionally finding single sheets of paper lying in various places and covered with intricate symbols and lettering. When we found 15, we headed back to the Hero Hall. Turning in the quest, we were rewarded with a silver each and a new quest.
We were told that the wandering wizard dropped his satchel in the southern woods when Old Ren the Grizzly tried to eat him several days earlier. The satchel, and the items in it, were not that important to the wizard but for the fact that his Favorite Teacup was buried deep in the leather bag. He requested that any adventure with the ability be sent to find the satchel and, if they could bring back the Favorite Teacup, he would reward them with whatever else they recover.
Tyler and I left town a short while later, looking for the satchel and Old Ren the Grizzly. We found her, of course, but learned something quite interesting when we spotted the beast. I had my stats up at the time and was reviewing the numbers to see if I could figure out any pattern when the Grizzly wandered out from behind some trees and into our line of sight. Tyler raised the alarm and charged but I looked at the bear without dismissing my stats. Above the bear floated LEVEL 4 and I knew, then, that becoming level 5 had given us the ability to tell the level of our enemies. Tyler engaged the beast and I fired off a few FIRE SPARK's just in case, but the creature went down without too much difficulty. Tyler even said that the bear only did 10 damage to him, his health at 48/58 and rising rapidly now that combat was over.
By the time we found the satchel minutes later, Tyler reported full health. I, meanwhile, examined the satchel's contents. There was a Favorite Teacup, of course, as well as two spell sheets and a ring. There was also a small pink dildo, much to my surprise. Both the ring and the dildo tingled slightly when I touched them, so I assumed they were magical. Tyler, who was busy poking around, didn't bother to pay attention to what was in the bag so, when the items disappeared and reappeared in my own inventory, I only told him about the non-sexual loot.
One of the spells was IDENTIFY. The other was DETECT MAGIC. Both were level 1 and both, I knew, could be very useful. Adding them to my spell list, I cast IDENTIFY on the ring and learned that it was a Ring of Protection. Handing it to Tyler, the boy slipped it on and his defense numbers immediately went up. The boy grinned and excused himself to urinate, giving me an opportunity to cast IDENTIFY on the dildo. Doing so, I discovered it was a Magic Dildo of Pounding. I shrugged. Could be fun later.
We made our way back to the Hero Hall and handed over the Favorite Teacup, earning two silver each. Pat thanked us and sent us on our way, telling us that there would be more quests the following day.
As it was only just past noon, we proceeded to the general merchandise store and sold the Hearty Bear Pelt that had appeared in my inventory when we killed the bear. Then Tyler asked, "Ian, since we have some money, can we do some shopping now? I wanna get stuff!"
"Sure," I said. "Let's go."
We first entered the clothing merchant and perused the options. I decided to replace my purple short-shorts, lavender wife-beater, and leather sandals with a light green long-sleeve shirt made of cotton, a pair of long black cotton pants, and a pair of supple leather boots. Considering I made three copper from selling my previous outfit, the twelve coppers I had to shell out for the new outfit was totally worth it.
Tyler got rid of the g-string, making me unhappy, and replaced it with soft leather breeches that ended just above his knee, a leather tunic that only covered his chest and back while leaving his arms totally free to move, and a new pair of knee high boots that he said felt much more comfortable than his old ones. Trading in his starter outfit, he spent fifteen copper. I then donned my Magicians Robe and we proceeded out the door.
The next store was an all-purpose adventurers' outfitter. I purchased a coil of rope, a crowbar, a lamp with oil in a sealed tube, a tinderbox, a bar of soap in a sealable pouch, and a sharp knife. Thirteen copper.
The magic spell shop was next, where I purchased several spells. They were all level one spells: Dancing Lights, Light, Alarm, Feather Fall, Mage Armor, and Magic Missile. Two silver, eight copper. Totally worth it.
The armory was next and Tyler ran from display to display. He wanted a full suit of plate armor but, when he was told the price, quickly back peddled. The older man, presumably the blacksmith, eventually interrupted him as he was trying on metal helmets. "Young man, are you a barbarian?"
"Um... Yeah! Why?"
"Well, barbarians typically do not wear anything but light armor. Your biggest defense is your speed and toughness. If you put on heavy armor, it actually makes you easier to kill." Tyler frowned.
"I think he is right, Tyler." I pondered what the large man had said and it made sense in connection with RPG's I'd played. "Try putting on a metal helmet and checking your defense." He did and his face told me the answer. "It went down, huh?"
"Yeah," he said. "Weird."
"I think I have a leather helm around here somewhere," the man said, rummaging around in the back for a few moments. When he returned, he carried a supple leather helm that fit Tyler perfectly.
"Hey! My defense went up!" The boy beamed. "I'll take it!"
Five coppers lighter, we exited the shop and proceeded down the street.
We didn't find much more that we wanted to purchase. I figured that with us eating at the Happy Harpy, there was no need to buy food. There were a few magic items for sale but they were being displayed at what I thought of as exorbitant prices so we avoided them. No weapons called out to Tyler and there were no available staves for me. My backpack certainly weighed a bit more, now, but not nearly enough to bother me, so I chose not to buy a new bag that advertised a much larger inventory space. As the afternoon became evening, we found ourselves headed back to the Harpy.
Both of us looked rather more professional, now, and the bartender gave us an approving look when we found ourselves at the bar. The evening meal came and went, and we settled in to people watch and generally shoot the breeze. I had a few tankards of ale; Tyler had one before he began ordering tea. My little compatriot was a bit tipsy, I thought, but was having a good time.
Some regulars invited us to play cards with them. To my great shock, the game was almost exactly the same as five card poker. I decided to give it a whirl and, after almost two hours, had doubled my initial 5 copper investment. The game ended, then, when the men decided to play a local card game I knew nothing about. I wandered away, choosing to listen to a bard in the corner as he told tales of great battle, otherworldly heroes, and legends beyond imagining. Before I knew it, it was time for bed.
Tyler and I shuffled upstairs, falling asleep quickly.
.........
The next day, Pat gave us a grim look as we entered the Hero Hall. "It's good to see you both," he said somberly. "We have one quest today. Are you prepared?" The two of us nodded. "Good. Go to the Cloud Chapel, on the outskirts of town, and find Sergeant Bell. He will inform you of the situation."
"That was different," said Tyler as we left.
"Yeah, it was." I responded. "Maybe this is a big quest or something."
We found the Cloud Chapel easily and entered, the large stone and mortar building almost deserted save for a handful of guards who stood around chatting. When they saw us, they waved us over. "Heroes?" one grizzled veteran asked.
"Yep," responded Tyler. "At your service."
"Excellent," the man said. "A short while ago, Orc Bandits attacked Cloud Chapel and stole a variety of Religious Artifacts before fleeing back into their foothill stronghold. Though no one was injured during the attack, the Vicar's Chapel Boy, a lad of ten named Pip, was taken as a hostage. We need you to go get him back and, if possible, slay the two Orc Leaders who planned this raid. Chief Grumph and Warlock Lumph. We also need you to collect five Religious Artifacts. Can you do these things for the town?" The men looked at us earnestly.
Tyler and I nodded. Of course we could.
"Good," stated the man who I assumed to be Sergeant Bell. "This fight will be difficult, however, and two lone heroes will not be able to succeed, no matter their skill and bravery. However, three other heroes are currently waiting at Old Billy's Barn just up the road. You two must go join them." Three other heroes? Interesting. "Since you are taking on this task for the town, we will gladly supply you with five days trail rations." I suddenly felt my pack gain a little more weight. "Good speed and good luck, heroes."
We saluted the sergeant and left, eagerly discussing the possibility of meeting other heroes. "Do you think they will be from Earth?" Tyler asked as we got outside.
"I... I doubt it. They are probably local heroes if I had to guess." I responded. "But we should keep our ears open. Maybe we can learn a few things from them."
We arrived at the barn a few minutes later, enthusiastic about meeting other heroes. We were not disappointed. Standing around talking were two men and a boy, their body language suggesting they were professionals and their gear indicating that they knew how to fight.
The older man was probably in his late twenties and was built like a linebacker. With a well-trimmed beard, his black hair was expertly styled and matched his fierce green eyes perfectly. Laugh lines could be seen around those eyes, though, and I immediately felt as if this was a warrior who could be a leader among men. He wore a chainmail shirt, thick leather leggings, and metal boots. The man had a heavy looking metal mace and large shield strapped across his back.
Next to him stood a shorter man whose wiry frame was almost lost in the various animal hides that cloaked his body. This man was only a year or two older than me, clean shaven and with sandy blond hair that was tied in a ponytail and cascaded down his back. Several daggers could be seen on his person, but my eyes immediately focused on the wickedly sharp hand scythe that his arm rested on as the group talked.
Taking a guess, I would say that the boy was a year older than Tyler despite the fact that Tyler probably had ten pounds and at least two inches on the boy. Dressed entirely in silky black material, much of the boy's figure was hidden behind a thick dark cloak that moved and shifted in the light breeze. A dangerous looking crossbow was strung across his back, along with a holster filled with crossbow bolts. A long thin rapier rested at the boy's side.
My guesses were warrior, druid (since a ranger would have probably carried a bow), and rogue.
As we approached, the three turned and gave us friendly nods. We responded in kind. It wasn't until we stood next to the group that the warrior addressed us. "I'm glad to see that our little party has been filled out by capable looking companions. Good morning, to the both of you." His voice was deep and soothing, used to command but filled with warmth.
"And to you," I said. "My name is Ian. This is Tyler." I nodded to the boy beside me.
"You are a wizard," the other boy asked, his voice light and musical.
"I am." I responded, giving the kid a wink. He was cute.
"And you are a barbarian, unless I miss my guess," the man wearing the furs stated, addressing Tyler.
"Correct." Tyler said, smiling.
"Well," said the warrior, "My name is Kelar and I am a Paladin of the Light." I nodded, smirking internally at how close my guess had been. "This is Mazur, Druid of the Mountain." The other man smiled. "The lad is Nellie, rogue extraordinaire." Nellie inclined his head. "And now that introductions are concluded, we should get going. It will take a day to reach the foothills and several hours to make our way to the Orc Bandit stronghold. The sooner we begin, the faster we can bring justice to the land."
"And foster some goodwill from the town," Mazur added.
"And earn some coin," Nellie contributed, his eyes sparkling at the thought.
"And satisfy our honor," Tyler said confidently. I looked at my little friend who gave me a half shrug. His comment was unexpected but... appropriate. My estimation of Tyler rose, then, at the insightful choice of roleplay.
"And... Umm... broaden our knowledge?" I volunteered somewhat hesitantly. It was kind of lame, I guess, but I was never very good at coming up with character dialogue when my friends and I used to play tabletop RPG's back in middle school. The other three seemed satisfied with my contribution, though, and a small cheer erupted. Tyler and I joined it a split second later and, within the hour, we were traipsing across fallow fields and lightly wooded hills.
The five of us chatted as we traveled, sharing a few details about ourselves. My special eyesight allowed me to see that our three companions were also level five and their backgrounds seemed appropriate for that level of expertise. Nellie grew up in a small village nearby and, after completing the local quests there, headed to Goldenshield. Mazur, deciding to explore the world around him, left his druidic home in the Sleepy Vale and, after solving some problems in an unnamed hamlet, found himself in Goldenshield as well. Kelar, it turned out, used to be a guard for a caravan that traveled between Goldenshield and several of the surrounding villages until he one day decided to accept his calling as a paladin and began questing.
Despite my gentle probing, however, the three kept many of the details of their lives to themselves and I got the impression that too many questions would be unwelcome. Perhaps heroes didn't discuss their pasts? As if sensing the boundary, Tyler answered their own questions about he and I without delving into much detail himself. His answers seemed to satisfy our party, though, and the five of us appeared to be bonding as we traveled.
Kelar was a serious man, full of passion for justice and righteous anger at evildoers. He laughed easily, though, when someone said something humorous and I admired that a man so possessed of conviction could laugh so readily. I could tell that he was a natural leader, his voice warm but firm. I wanted to do what he asked and followed his lead without question. His social score must be off the charts, I guessed.
Mazur was the life of the party, talking excitedly about the adventure and speculating as to what dangers and triumphs awaited us. He cracked jokes constantly, laughing uproariously and slapping Kelar and I on the back when humor overtook him. He was quite insightful, too, and regularly pointed out features of the natural world around us that had me thinking that he would be invaluable in an adventuring party. We didn't even need to eat our tail rations at lunch as Mazur was able to find us fruits, nuts, and some wild game as we traveled.
Nellie said little, the youth choosing to keep his hood up as we walked. Not unfriendly, he seemed more reserved than our other two companions and didn't chatter like Mazur or make speeches like Kelar. He did grin when jokes were told and he was polite when addressed but neither Tyler nor I were able to get much out of him. The other two men didn't press him either, leaving him perhaps the most mysterious of our party as we crossed the countryside. I did notice that he regularly pulled coins from his pocket, fiddling with the currency unconsciously.
Well after sundown, Mazur found us a small sheltered clearing half a mile from the road. The clearing was bordered by a cliff face, a river, and a nearly impenetrable thicket which made it very defensible. There was a sandy beach along the river and the sound of a waterfall flowing from the cliff gave the area a peaceful sort of serenity. Too dark to see much, we built up a nice little fire, set up camp, and ate dinner.
"I can cast ALARM on the area," I suggested as the five of us discussed whether there was a need to stand watch.
"Really? That's excellent!" Kelar said, nodding at my suggestion. "Do so, my good wizard, and let all foes be wary that we will not be easy prey tonight!" Kelar had been in favor of setting watch but Mazur insisted that the campsite was nearly unfindable by anyone but a druid or ranger and that the five of us could sleep peacefully without the need for a watch stander.
"So no watch?" Nellie asked.
Kelar pondered the question. "If Ian's ward can alert us to any threat, I suppose we can sleep without the need for a rotating guard." Casting the spell, the five of us settled down and fell asleep to the tinkling of the waterfall.
.........
We woke the next morning to the smell of fish being roasted over an open fire. Mazur, it seemed, had gotten up early and caught us some trout for breakfast. A large blackberry bush nearby added to our meal and the five of us ate heartily. I offered everyone a swig from Tyler and my Quaff of Healthiness but our companions each pulled out their own. Apparently, Quaffs of Healthiness were required adventuring gear.
Kelar indicated that the foothill stronghold of the orcs was a couple of hours away and that it would be better to get there closer to mid-day. Mazur agreed. Upon hearing that we were staying at our small camp for at least a couple of hours, Tyler asked if it would be all right for him to explore the area a bit. The two men nodded as they cleaned up the remains of breakfast.
Deciding to stretch my legs, and keep an eye on the boy, I followed Tyler into the brush and we traveled up the river. The farmland had long ago given way to wild forests and I couldn't help but notice that these woodlands were more pristine than any I'd ever encountered back on Earth. The water was cool and clear. The trees were picturesque. Nature on Aurora was undeniably beautiful.
"So what do you think of our party?" I asked Tyler.
"They seem nice. I really like Mazur. He's funny. Nellie doesn't say a lot, though. I wonder if he has any cool rogue moves." Back on Earth, when I had found Tyler playing Land of Heroes, he had selected a rogue as his character class. I had to talk him out of it when I reset his character, though, as rogues tended to be incredibly complicated classes to play. Apparently, his fascination with the sneaky profession hadn't gone away.
"Yeah. I agree. I think this is a good team. I can't wait to kick some orc butt." We shared a laugh.
When we made it back to camp half an hour later, my initial thought was that something had happened to our companions. Clothing was strewn about, with Kelar's armor leaning against a log and Nellie's crossbow sitting on top of his folded cloak. I was about to tell Tyler to prepare himself for trouble when Tyler made a noise of understanding. Turning towards the waterfall, I became relieved when I saw Kelar behind some rocks. Bathing, I thought to myself.
The waterfall cascaded down onto a rocky outcropping that held several large boulders smoothed by the years of running water. Among the falling water and the rocks were our three missing party members, though I could only see the top third of Kelar glistening in the misty spray. Seeing us, Kelar let out a loud shout and waved, beckoning us over. "Ian! Tyler! Over here! Strip down and come join us!"
Tyler and I looked at each other and immediately began taking off our clothing. Playing under the waterfall was probably a lot of fun and we immediately made our way across the sandy beach and along the cliff face. Walking past the largest boulder that blocked our line of sight, Tyler and I stopped dead at the view that now greeted us.
Mazur knelt on a small boulder, his body leaning against the rock in front of him. His wiry muscular frame gleamed as the mist danced around him and his long blonde hair clung matted to his back. He was rock-hard, the turgid flesh below him leaking obvious pre-cum despite the copious amount of water falling from the sky.
Behind him stood Kelar, the older man's hips pressed firmly against Mazur's taut backside. As we watched, Kelar thrust in and out of Mazur at an almost languid pace, his own stiff tool never quite slipping out of the man underneath him. Kelar gave us a big smile as we came around the boulder, though he never stopped fucking the druid.
Nellie rested on his back above Mazur, the boy having found a boulder that had been hollowed out enough to make a comfortable place to lay. His legs outstretched and his hands holding wide his rear, the boy's eyes were firmly closed as Mazur's tongue lapped eagerly at his twitching pink asshole.
"Sorry we didn't wait for you," Kelar said, his breathing calm as he sodomized the other man. "Mazur was eager to fool around and Nellie kept saying he had never screwed under a waterfall. I told them it would be impolite to get started without you but," the man grinned and shrugged, "what can you do?"
"Um... yeah," I mumbled. "What can you do?"
I watched as Mazur dropped one hand to his straining cock and began to stroke it leisurely, his mouth leaving Nellie's boypussy to suckle at the young teen's good-sized balls. Somewhat in awe of the sight, I dumbly sat down on a small rock ledge and tried to take in everything I was seeing. I was so shocked at the blatant sex before me, Tyler's nude body sitting down right next to me, the tight space forcing our flesh to press close together, startled me out of my reverie.
"Tyler," I said, looking at the boy. His own eyes were engrossed with the sight before us, though, and it took him a heartbeat to turn and look at me.
"Huh?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
"Umm... Ah..." I didn't know what to say. We were watching hardcore sex and, though he and I had talked about jerking off, I was pretty sure the scene before us was well outside his experience. Even though he and I had been in the same bathing room at Gus's when the older man had blown and fingered the small blond boy, my recollection of the event was that Tyler didn't see any of it because he was so engrossed in jerking off his partner. This, I knew, was going to raise questions.
"Oh, yeah!" murmured Nellie and both Tyler and I turned to see that Mazur had swallowed the lad's stiff prick down to the hilt, the boy's small bush tickling the druid's nose as the man began to bob up and down on his adolescent partner. The boy spread his legs even wider and Tyler and I were treated to an unobstructed view of his shiny boypussy.
"Can we jerk off?" Tyler asked me quietly, his normally soprano voice gravelly with lust.
"Yeah," I responded, grunting the word as my eyes were riveted on the threesome. "Oh! Fuck!" I shouted, a small hand suddenly wrapping around my stiff tool. Looking down, I discovered that Tyler had found my throbbing cock and had begun to play with it. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his hard little member, the hairless prick vibrating as I began to stroke it sensually.
"Ian," Tyler groaned, his eyes not looking away from our party. "That feels so good."
His hand did as well, the electric current of pleasure charging up my spine every time his flesh completed a full circuit of my length. I pondered our cocks for a moment, the stiff tools only inches apart from each other. Mine was just over seven inches, thinner than I would have liked but serviceable enough to have always satisfied my partners. Tyler's was hairless, probably four to four and a half inches long and certainly not done growing.
"Nellie," Kelar said as his pace increased and Mazur groaned. "Want my Magic Dildo?"
"Please," Nellie almost whined, his body jerking occasionally as Mazur aggressively attacked his boyhood.
"Magic Dildo. Fuck Nellie."
My curiosity peaked as a black dildo, probably six inches long and moderate in girth, suddenly appeared from behind Kelar. From this angle, I had apparently not seen the sex toy and I watched in amazement as it slowly rose as if by magic and headed towards Nellie. My eyes widened as it cut through the air, heading directly for the boy's exposed shitter. Then it hit home, the black material disappearing as it was engulfed by the eager pink hole. The Magic Dildo began sliding in and out of Nellie and the boy let out a long low groan of appreciation. I did as well, the sight incredibly hot.
For several minutes, Tyler and I sat together and jerked each other off as we watched the hot action in front of us. Eventually, the anal stimulation and the eager blowjob became too much for Nellie and the boy grunted, his eyes crashing shut as he let out a few rapid breaths. From where I sat, I could see his pelvis twitching and I assumed Mazur was getting a mouthful. The low squeaks coming from the climaxing boy was too much for me and my own climax crested.
"Tyler!" I gasped. "Faster! I'm cumming!" To his credit, Tyler redoubled his efforts, pre-cum making my shaft slick to his touch as his hand frisked me rapidly. I came, several thick shots of spunk erupting from my swollen cockhead and landing all over Tyler's busy hand and forearm. "Ohhhhh Fuckkkk!" I moaned, my whole-body tingling at the wonderful sensation of the boy I'd been fantasizing about for years getting me off.
Eventually, my orgasm began to subside and Tyler released my cock, grinning sheepishly at me while staring at his cum-covered hand. Before I could say anything, the boy brought his hand to his lips and licked his palm, my spunk flooding his mouth. Fuck, I thought to myself. That's so fucking hot. The boy grinned again, his face blushing as our eyes met. "I wanted to try it," he said as he shrugged, acting as if tasting someone else's cum was the most natural thing in the world.
"Ok," I panted simply.
We turned back to the scene before us as Kelar picked up his pace again, his body now fucking Mazur hard and fast. Nellie lay back on the rock above, the Magic Dildo still sawing in and out of him but his cock only half hard. His eyes were closed and his face was serene, enjoying the post-climax afterglow and the dildo still teasing his boyhole.
Mazur had his head turned toward us and was staring lustily at Tyler and I. "You gonna take care of the boy?" he grunted while Kelar continued his anal assault. His words brought me back to reality and I looked down, realizing I had completely stopped masturbating Tyler. The boy didn't seem to mind but I wanted to be a considerate partner.
"Tyler, stand up," I mumbled, and the boy complied. I scooted back slightly and grabbed his hips, gently maneuvering him between my legs and sitting him down before me on the small bit of exposed rock. To my great surprise, the boy leaned back and didn't seem to care at all that my still hard and dripping cock was now pressed against his lower back. Putting his head on my shoulder, he looked up at me with lust in his eyes. The he spread his legs slightly, forcing my own apart while giving me the hint.
Scooping up some of my cum, I reached around the boy and grasped his softly throbbing cocklett, jacking it off slowly at first before picking up speed. My other hand played with his hairless balls and pubic mound for a moment before traveling up his tight stomach and finding his stiff nipples. He gasped when I grabbed one and began to pinch and twist is. "Iaannn," he hummed, clearly enjoying the feeling. I teased his nipples and jacked him off as we watched Kelar fuck Mazur violently, the younger man beating off as he watched me pleasure Tyler.
Then Mazur groaned and came, a torrent of cock-snot erupting from his quivering cock. Kelar roared as well, thrusting one last time into the spasming man underneath him as his own climax tore through him. That sent Tyler over the edge, the boy squealing suddenly as his body went stiff and the little boyhood in my hand twitched in dry orgasm. I kept jacking him off, prolonging the pleasure as long as possible until the boy fell limply against me and grasped my hand. "No more!" he panted. "I'm done!"
.........
We cleaned up rather quickly, using several bars of soap to wash ourselves thoroughly in the waterfall before making our way onto several large exposed rocks that baked in the sun. We were dry with fifteen minutes and soon found ourselves dressed, packed, and on the road.
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