Their slurred voices carried their joy into the silent night, forming a harmonious chorus that resonated with the depths of their friendship. "Ohohoho," one of them bellowed, his words slightly too loud for the tranquil night, as his gaze fixed upon the inky expanse above, " It seems like we have another knight"
In the distant reaches of the capital city, far from its bustling heart, a remarkable dispy of golden light traced the outline of a great dragon in the night sky.
"It's been a long time since I saw one of those" his drunken companion commented. "Which noble family's house is that far into the city?"
"Beats me" his friend replied and they both broke into a boisterous ugh.
As the tipsy pair swayed along, lost in their joyful tunes, a cloaked figure walked past them but they were too intoxicated to take notice. Not that they would have cared.
The man, his steps purposeful, approached the very tavern the two friends had stumbled out of. Pushing through the heavy wooden door, he entered the dimly lit establishment, the cmor of ughter and chatter enveloping him. Before him, the tavern was a wild party in full swing. It was almost full, with loud and rowdy patrons, their voices merging into a noisy din. Wooden tables and chairs were crammed haphazardly, with tankards of frothy ale and ptters of half-eaten food scattered about. The air was thick with the rich aroma of roasted meats and spilled ale.
At one end of the room, a young girl, no older than ten, knelt on the straw-covered floor, diligently cleaning up a mess left behind in a pool of vomit. Her small face was a mix of disgust and determination as she scrubbed away the unsightly remnants.
At another side of the tavern, an older woman and her teenage daughter grappled with a drunken man who had passed out. With gritted teeth, they each held onto a different end of the limp figure, the mother grasping his shoulders and the daughter gripping his legs as they seem to be taking the man through the back door.
"I'm tellin' ya, the king's got it all figured out!" one man's voice rose above the rest.
The cloaked figure followed the sound, spotting a rugged, grey-bearded man surrounded by an eager audience hanging on to his every word. He stared at the man for a moment, then made his way into the tavern, away from the bustling crowd, to a solitary corner table. He took a seat with his back to the commotion.
"We all thought the king a fool, didn't we?" he continued. "Now how is it goin'?"
A drunken murmur of agreement swept through the group, but one man wasn't totally convinced.
"But, you see," the man began, his words slurring slightly, "this is a grand mage we're talkin' about. Hohenberg bloodline. And all the nobles are rallyin' behind him."
The first man raised an eyebrow, tipping his big wooden cup back for a hefty swig of ale. A loud burp escaped him as he lowered the cup back to the table. "So what?" he countered. "Did you hear them rumors 'bout the King bein' invited by the Emperor of the Central pins to this year's imperial ball? Tell me, would that happen if our king were weak? And let's not forget, the Emperor's firstborn is still unmarried! Name me another king more fittin' to marry the princess?"
Another chorus of drunken agreement and skepticism flowed through the group.
"Sensible as ever, Old Buck!" one inebriated man excimed, shaking the storyteller with excitement.
"Damn right I am," Old Buck bellowed, seizing his cup once more for another hearty swig. He pced it back on the table with a resounding thud, but the group had already shifted their focus to another topic.
Out of the corner of his eye, Old Buck noticed the cloaked figure seated in solitude, far removed from the tavern's lively activities. He studied the mysterious figure for a moment, then picked up his cup and staggered away from his table. As he made his way across the tavern, anyone who cared to look would think he was very drunk but he was not. Not in the slightest.
Old Buck slumped into a seat opposite the cloaked figure.
"Matilda! A drink for our new friend here, he seems a tad bashful," he hollered to the dy of the tavern.
The matron caught his request, but she was engrossed with other patrons. She gestured for him to be patient.
"We're being targeted," the cloaked man whispered, his voice barely audible.
A Low burp escaped Old Buck as he took expert subtle gnce around.
"How do you mean?" he asked the cloaked figure, his voice also low.
"16 across the kingdom, 2 in the capital."
"Fuckin' hell" Old Buck cussed, taking another drink. "Are you sure the king even knows of our existence?" he asked.
"I don't know" the cloaked figure replied,disappointment in his voice. "But we have not heard from the pace since Aric passed"
Old Buck let out a frustrated sigh, his gaze drifting to the side as he mumbled to himself.
"So what do we do now?" he asked.
"We should stay low till at least after the coming war"
"The war is truly coming?"
"Undoubtedly." he said, rising from his seat. "And I'm not confident of our king"
Matilda approached with the wooden jug, but the cloaked man was already making his exit.
"Old Buck, what did you say?!" Matilda's voice boomed in the tavern.
"Me?" Old Buck replied, both hands pointing at himself like he was surprised he was accused. "I was trying to be friendly, how would I know he hates company"
"Everyone isn't your darn friend!" she snapped, smming the jug onto the table, ale spttering across its surface. "You're paying for that!"
With that, she turned and left
"I was pnning on drinking it anyway," Old Buck muttered to her retreating figure.
He picked up the jug and began refilling his cup, but a sense of foreboding gnawed at him. He suspected his days of carefree drinking might be numbered, and that thought troubled him deeply.
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I stood on my balcony, looking out the nightlife of the capital city. I could see the light of the dragon hovering far over what seems to be the house of Vojnka. It happens on the night someone is knighted. The symbol of the kingdom hovers above their house for the night as if to announce it to the people. It's the best thing that can happen to any family, I've been told, and it comes with a lot of perks, best of which use to be no taxes for direct family members but that's useless now. At least they still have immunities and their noble status.
I wish I could make as more as I like. I thought I would. A simple ceremony that could add +50 to all stats would be a game changer in the coming war but it wasn't that simple. My life never was. There are preparations that precede been knighted and it's done by the priestess. They include trials that candidates must pass to make it to the hall. Impossible trials, and no one knows about it. Not even mother, nor the records I read on knighthood. Just the knights, and they are bound by oath of the goddess not to reveal it.
It's too bad. Now I'm in a situation where I don't want to risk losing Vojnka. She was supposed to be next but it is already 7 days and I can't even dare, especially not now that I will be leaving for the ball tommorow.
A soft, hesitant knock came at the door, and after a few moments, it creaked open.
An elf came in, timid and afraid. She wore a simple white Roman-style dress that draped over her slender frame. Her auburn hair, unkempt, with two long braids loosely hanging in front had tiny gold rings on them. She should be around the age of 'Jean Grey'.
Confused, her rge, expressive eyes darted nervously around the room
"Over here," I called out from the balcony, directing her attention to my location.
She began to approach, her steps deliberate yet not so slow to cause irritation but slow enough to show reluctance.
Eventually, she stood before me, her gaze fixed firmly on the ground. With a gentle touch, I pced my hand beneath her chin and lifted her face up to look at me. Her eyes, a captivating shade of amethyst, betrayed the telltale signs of recent tears.
"On your knees," I commanded, and without hesitation, she complied, sinking to the ground before me.
As I was loosening my trousers, I activated
[Name : Pasha Esfandiar]
[Css : Archer]
[Race : Elf]
[Level : 36]
[Strength : 18]
[Attack : 160]
[Defense : 31]
[Agility : 101]
[Stamina : 60]
[Skills : Stealth ; Mistform; Range Estimation; Mana Arrow; Steady Hands; Volley; Critical Aim; Rapid Reload; Tracking; Camoufge; Multi-Shot; Eagle Eye; Precise Shot]
She's weaker than the Kaitlin elf but their skills are the same.
I brought out my dick, not fully erect but thick enough and with a commanding tone, I instructed, "Suck it."
She raised her gaze to meet mine, a puzzled expression marring her features.
"Open your mouth," I directed, and she complied without protest. I gingerly slid my dick into her mouth, her eyes widening in a mixture of shock and revulsion, yet she made no attempt to withdraw. My dick filled her mouth, and I continued, "Now suck it like you would--whatever it is you guys suck"
I felt her tongue move but she didn't do much, mostly because she doesn't know what to do so I grabbed her roughly by the hair and started moving her head back and forth, saliva heavily coating my dick as she made gagging sound.
"Now do it yourself" I said, releasing her. "And keep your teeth away."
She got the idea and before long, I could sense the same excitement building within. Made me wonder if I could do the same with Vojnka. Or maybe I should just forget about it. Nothing about her is appealing to me and her skills are not that impressive. Why take the risk? It's not worth it.
"Stand up and lean over the balustrade" I said and my eyes fixed on her as she slowly complied, her hands gripping the cool railings, her gaze drifting down to the view below
"It could wait" I mused, taking my position behind the elf girl, dick in hand. "It can always wait"