《The Woeful Tale of an npc》


 1 I am Rugwald

    My name is Rugwald and I was named after ,if one can believe it, a three village prize winning Nomuk.


    A nomuk is kind of like a goat but with a set of antlers. The thing about These antlers are that once they are cut off and grounded. They can be made into a fertility powder medicines for men. It''s quite popular with those from bigger towns and cities. The effects of the powder are dependent on the size of the antlers of the nomuk that which it came from. A nomuk''s antlers would grew back after four year if it''s ever cut off.


    Once every four years, villagers all around would come together and pit their nomuk against other people''s nomuk. Nomuk is very aggressive toward same gender, so they would immediately attack other male Nomuk as soon as they see them. The surviving Nomuk would be the victor.


    Why would people pit their Nomuk against each other''s with the chance of death you ask? Why, it''s because a Nomuk temperament towards same gender are extended to even its offspring. So these pit fighting Nomuk are usually a male offspring of the buck or a buck that lost its reproductive organs or infertile.A dead Nomuk would still be good enough to be harvested from. plus the owner of the champion Nomuk would be reward the betting pot.


    My parent was proud of that name since the said Nomuk came as a gift to my father by my aunt who lived in a city.We are a family of farmers, and even though that was the intended future for me, I did not desires it like my elder brother. He always wanted to work his ass off as a farmer in this kind of village but not me. No sir, I do not want to spend my days in cow shit and dirt and stupid sun and stupid rain working my ass off only to have to turn in half of my harvest to the fat pigs at the castle who do nothing but lording over us all.


    I don''t quite well remember why I fell in love with adventuring ways.Perhaps it was because it signified a freedom that I could never have if I remained as a farmer like that of my ancestor, or perhaps it was because I was saved by an adventurer when I went Paku collecting with my sister.I can still remember it as if it was only yesterday. My sister and I...no...ahem....my sister forced me to go to the forest to collect Paku with her simply because she wanted to look pretty for the festival.


    Paku is a big fruit the size of a goat head that is usually round, have purple skin, and a long rope like vines attached to them. These vines are tough enough that even the village blacksmith when swinging his axe at it, it would not break. However if you apply a little heat into these vines,they would soften after a bit of time to the point where you could easily cut them with a knife.Paku''s skin have quite a toughness that can even stop a full grown man strike with a battleaxe yetit is so light that my sister or I can easily carry up to seven of them to bring home by ourselves.Paku are grown on the ground, I don''t really know how they are there but they are always there for as long as I can remember.Paku''s juices are sweet tasting, too sweet for my taste though, but diluted it out with some water or milk and you''ll have a nice treat for your palate.Paku''s flesh are terribly bitter, the type of bitterness that could give someone a terrible trauma for the rest of their life. Even though Paku''s flesh are bitter, its properties is very profitable, because if you sliced off a slice of Paku flesh and put it on your face and leave it overnight, the next morning you would have very smooth and shiny skin.Luckily, Paku''s fruit only grow during the winter, otherwise, I''m sure I''ll be outside freezing all my extremities, and I mean all of them, picking Paku''s fruit.


    It was winter and it is really cold so I didn''t really wanted to go, I wanted to stay at home and sleep but my sister insisted.Naturally of course, there''s not much of a choice when you''re the youngest in the family.The Paku''s field is west of the village, just past the ranger tower, and right next to the forest. My parents always tell us to never go into the forest for there are monstrous beasts that would eat us if we ever step foot in there.There are Wumpas, Gumbas, TukuTku, and the ever terrible Wapajocky.


    As we were collecting Paku''s, I heard a growling noise nearby and ran to my sister, and before I could reacted, a big black shadow jump down blocking my way.It was a Wumpas, an monster that isas tall as two grown men, with long powerful arms and completely covered from top to bottom with long white hairs. Its face look like one of those "monkey" that we sometimes saw belonging to the circus that occasionally arrives at the town where my aunt Kilda resides.

 2 The Beast and the Hero

    The people in my village always said that your life flashes before your eyes when you are standing before the maw of death. Old Jtok swear by it, and he was a ex-adventurer although nobody ever seem to ask what rank he was.It''s only fair since Old Jtok spent his time teaching those of age basic fighting skills to prepare them for the outside world.


    I think I''m getting off the point here.Anyway, what they say about your life flashes before your eye when you about to die is actually a bunch of bogus Nomuk''s dung, you don''t get to relive your life. Your body freeze up and your mind go almost completely blank due to the fear gripping at you. At least that''s what it felt like to me as I was standing there hold a Paku fruit with a Giant Wumpas staring down at me like it''s looking at a delicious morsel.


    My body tensed up, my tail frozen, my fur feel like needles and all I could hear was the sound of my own heart beat. My clothes feel constricting like a Toktok was curling up and squeezing my life away.


    It was so loud and soft and terribly suffocating.I can''t even feel my ear, and my face feel like it could fall off any second like it wasn''t my face that I was wearing. I felt small and tiny and like there were these massive giant walls closing in on me, ready to snuff me out of existence.


    Looking at the beast, all I could utter was a tiny voice saying...


    "uwaaa...."


    My arms shake and shivered and as the beast growl ready to lunge at its meal, I instinctively cover my head with my left arm and cried.


    "Hiiii...."


    All the sudden, before my very eyes, something flew out from nowhere and hit the beast right on its nose and explode with a whitish powder. The beast immediately cowered and coughing and sneezing, with snot and tears flying everywhere.


    Then a shadow rushed past and stood before me and the beast, the shadow wore a blue cloak and immediately drawn his sword.


    It was an adventurer that I occasionally seen visiting my village from time to time. Facing the beast with a sword in hand, the human adventurer said;


    "mixing onions and peppers and wheat flour together and using them as a tear gas bomb.....the result isn''t that bad....but shame...there''s goes my dinner."


    The terrible Wumpas was crying and drowning in its own tears and snot.The adventurer then disappear and reappear behind the beast and struck his blade into the Wumpas back, piercing its heart.


    For a long time, until now, long after I have come of age, this sight was something I will not likely to forget for a long time. In the light of my eyes, the sight of the adventurer taking down a beast of such size was like that of the story of the heroes my mother told me and my sibling as we went to sleep.


    Pulling his sword off the Wumpas, the adventurer approached me and asked.


    "Are you alright little one?"


    "I''m....I''m ok, but..but who, who are you?"


    "Me? I''m no one but a travelling adventurer." Said the man revealing his face beneath the blue hood.


    He was....ordinary, like that of all human are, with two tiny eyes and two holes below the eyes but middle of the face and a slit of red at the chin.However he smelled different somehow, like that of a Paku potato milk, it was almost comforting if it wasn''t for the Wumpas corpse nearby.


    "Alright then, little one, I think it''s time you get back to your sister and can you do me a favor, little one?" The man asked.


    "Um...ok, I guess..." said I.


    "Can you go to your village and tell Old Jtok about the Wumpas? He''ll know what to do."


    "You know Old Jtok?"


    "Sure I do, he''s once travelled along side with me and we.....never mind."


    "Never mind what?"


    "Never mind your business, that''s what kid, now git!"

 3 Feliss Origin

    In the begining


    Aru''s war canoe struck this land with the force of destiny and caution. At his tail, the greatest males in Felis history tamed the wild waters and ate its fruits, their canoes coupling with the land, one by one.


    Human met us with shining metal, clinking chains, iron clasps and bold words. Lima''s arrows pierced their pride and arrogance. Aru''s spear silenced and still their despair.Aru''s has shown this land of men our Felis strength and nimbleness. Aru will teach this land of men the Felis Way.


    In time of past.


    Aru has removed the stain of slavery from this new home of our. The Slavers decorate our houses with their bones. Our warriors build homes for our kins.Our kins tilled the earth, fished the waters, filled the air with song.


    The Felis Way is yetbut a seedling here, but itwill grows,gains in pride and power. Aru has kept his promise. The time of the Felis has come. We will no longer be slaves or pet anymore.


    Soon we find a new threat upon this land.Dark weather descend upon us from the North. Unnatural tempests of hatred lashing our backs, tearing at our home. The rain is dark with shadow. It withers our crops, sickens our livestock.


    The earth of the land brought forth creatures of darkness. In places where we fought, The darkspirit of storm reaches into the ground and raises up our slain enemies. It led the dead from their graves and drives them to fight us beyond the end, rotted tooth and tattered flesh.


    The dark spirit infects living flesh and bone. The animals suffered first with their bodies changed. Their eyes filled with a hatred that is beyond instinct, they grew into enormous sizes and become more and more feral, until they are no longer bore any resemblance to the creature they were before.


    Now it is we who must bend our knees and bow our heads like saplings before the storming gale. The firstborn of the Aru''s land greeted us on this day. The firstborn of the Aur''s land was buried beneath and enveloped by the embrace of earth on this day. Even our children are not spared the spirit''s touch.


    What have we done to enrage the land? We look to Aru. Our Breaker of chains, our leader who led us to freedom upon this land, perhaps he will lay the spirit of this land at peace.


    Aru stands before us and looks out to the raging water. He sangs, calls, and screamed to our Ancestors to come to our aid. He offers them the Makuta Feast, a feast of heart, muscle and marrow, cooked in the fires and stones, and woods of this mad land.


    We have not practiced these ways in so many years. Only in the darkest and most desperate do we perform these rituals of old.Only here and now may we sacrifice and consume our own. Only in our Leader can we trust this return to our peace.


    Aru was gone. Our Leader has taken our finest two hundred warriors and descended into the depths of this nameless land. He spoke to us of a vision, a forewarning from the ancestors of a beast that must be slain to bring back the glory of our people and for us to prosper. Lima went against Aru''s wishes, Lima has made ready his canoes.We will take those that are left, all the forgotten families, and bring them back to their true homes. Back to Islands of South and may what comes, come, for we are prepare.


    Aru''s promises freedom of enslavement have lead us into nightmare. Lima will lead us back to the light of home.

 4 Suovilbo Life Online I

    SLO is a game that is pretty much like other VRMMORPG, swords and magics and monsters to kill.Even though It is a game among the millions that are made, SLO is unlike the generic games where npc are non-responsive creatures, because the npc within SLO are almost alive.Created by the Deluos Corporation, SLO encompassed a large if not massive data involving artificial intelligence, as a social test under international scale unlike any other, although that part is under confidential secrecy.Each NPC is created with most unique and personalize detail, given false memories and believing that they are actually alive. SLO is a social experiment program in which the NPC are the controlled factor, and the players are the variable, kind of like the Stanford Prison Experiment.Under contract with Innovative Online Learning, SLO has touch and feel function using what is known as Full-Body Immersion Suit, which allow players to experience every blow, every slash, every cut and even the feel of the winds or the resistant of the water within the game. There are of course, adult function with a cheap, cheap price of $99.99 per month to unlock, but that is not the point.


    Here in SLO, the npc are relatively under the mercy of the players, at least outside of certain safe territory. SLO have two continent and with a third one under development. The Dileos Continent, territory of the Asher Empire Corporation and homeland to human, elves, and dwarf characters. The second continent is known as the Urk Continent whose native and players are designed as relatively non-human-like species. Felis species being the most popular among player base, second to the human race.


    Like many other games, we have dragons to steal from or slain, monsters to kill, quests to complete. However in each continent there is one safe large zone where player''s freedom are restricted, a safe zone where pvp combat are disable and npc are there to welcome and introduce the player to the new world.When a player speak to one of the npc in other games, the response is always constant, always the same for everyone. Whereas in SLO, no conversion is the same to any character, asking an npc can elicit different responses, even get these npc to be angry like that a real human being.The NPC are safe from any attack within these zone, and the worst the players can do is to annoy these npc and received a kick, slap, punch unto the player''s body. In some case, annoy the wrong npc like a guard get the player jailed for a day, or 1 hour in real time.


    The npc, who are nearly indistinguishable in reactions and actions from real living humans, follow a predefined set of intertwining narratives or stories written but have the ability to deviate or choose an alternative from these narratives based on interactions they have with Players.


    The NPC repeat their multi-day narratives anew each cycle. At the beginning of each new cycle, typically following the npc''s "death", each npc has its memories of the previous period erased. This, within SLO, is considered resurrection magic by npc priest or players. For players safety, npc''s programming prevents them from harrassing or seeking revenge against players within safe zone; this allows players nearly certain freedom to engage without retribution in certain activity they choose with the npc, of course the players cannot assault the npc but can as above state; annoy, scam or stalked npc without fearing for any consequences.


    Venturing outside these safe zone however can be traumatizing for new players. Here within these savage land the Players are granted almost unrestricted freedom, depending on their subscribtion of course. Here, the social experiment are at its peak, showing every side of the human psyche.Here the player can ****, kill, murder, scam or steal from npc and each other at their leisure without needing to hold back and npc can fight back and kill players or each other as well.


    Towns are under control of warlords, players and npc alike.Any village, or town or base controlled by players or npc will always come under attack from monsters, whose AI system are literally base on animals from real life. This make the game relatively unpredictable, imagine trying to kill a wolf and it ran away only to ambush you with its pack when you chase after it, or maybe lead you to a cliff and tackle you off said cliff.


    Players combat are base on weapon, your abilities are base on your chosen weapon, a player have two set of weapon, a main and a secondary one, with weapon swapping cool down restriction of 30 seconds, a magic user can instantly turn into a tank wielding a giant shield and smash his way to victory or get shot down by a warrior turn magic user. Abilites are further enhance, or complimented by new abilities through chosen job. Jobs can be switch freely but you lose all the levels for the previous job and must regain the experiences again if you choose to switch back.

 5 Young Jtok

    I haven''t slept for some time. No-one in my village has slept. Not for three days, not since the dark storm was seen again in the northern ranges. Not since the nightmares began. The adventurers venturing into the savage land return to town speaking of a fearsome power, unknown but evil nonetheless. The adventurers spoke of treasures and experiences, they spoke of unknown things.


    They were all mad, they went to the dark abyss of the storm and return in resurrection and went again, soon with time even they did not return.


    In violent and twisted night terrors. The nightmares whisper to me, tempt me, threaten me, and beguile me. They promise terrible things in return for even more terrible acts and I resisted with all my wills.


    My brother, Dirus and my sister in law Uma, went to the town of Ellist to find a High Priest who might help. They should have been back yesterday. I fear for them. I fear for all of us.


    It has been a little over a week since the storm.


    My brother has not returned and sickness unlike anything I have ever seen now sweeps through our village. Many have died in agony and those that lived here have.....changed.


    These were folks we once called neighbour and friends. Now they limp around and stagger through the night, their deformities as grotesque as the madness in their eyes. Dark, tar like liquid flowed from their eyes and mouth. They speak with guttural sounds and screamed like monkeys.


    The moon was full the night of the storm. It is full again and the monsters have come.


    They have come for me. They have come for my sisters. Ravioli called out in half-madness while the others skulked and muttered in the darkness, believing the end of times has come. Corn went to the monsters outside, arms open, welcoming. The nightmares told him to. Corn''s voices scream with blood and he never return from the dark.


    I barred the doors and windows but the monsters screamed like monkeys and beat themselves bloody trying to get in. A villager, eyes of dark and tattered fur, tar like liquid in his mouth manage to crawl in, Ravioli crushed his skull with his father smith''s hammer. Eventually, the stone house belong to the village elder was overrun.


    I had no choice. I took my two sisters youngest and fled through the cellar, following the tunnel to the mill. The mill will be safe, it is high ground, granite base and iron doors. We will be safe, for everyone leave foods there for the winter.


    All we can do is hide and hope. May The Gods help us.


    Four moon gone now, since it all began. Perhaps I am the only one who still looks upon the moon. Who remembers anymore? Soon, I will be gone and the moon will go on, alone.


    My family has returned and they hunts for me. My dead brother, my dead sisters hunts me. Corn too, and Ravioli. Corpses walked and feed, voicing their hatred and pain in the night. My sisters, my young lovely sisters, twin they were, they walk now...hand in hand and feed and hunt.


    The Gods has forsaken us, we Felis are forsaken in this dark and evil land. Why did we ever set foot upon this land. The Moon shall be my witness. Tonight, with this axe of my father, with this shield of my mother, I return my family to their resting place or die trying.

 6 Into the Darkness

    Waking up from the nightmares, my fur is damp with sweat. It has been a long time since that memories.


    My body creaked and bones feel heavy, my bones maybe old but they''re not rusty but still old nonetheless, and the pain of old age is still there.


    I doubt that there would be anyone in this village that would ever understand or know of my past. Perhaps they will, perhaps they won''t but still, at least the past will stay the past.


    I looked out the window as I shook and wipe my body with a towel to dry myself off the sweat. The breeze of the afternoon brush past, filling my hovel with cool air. Then I just as I was grabbing my honey mead and some smoke tuna, I heard a panting voice running to my hut.


    "....hah...hah...hah...wheeze...wheeze..."


    It was Rugwald, that rascal, the one Felis in this entire village that I really, really not want to meet, if it not one trouble with stealing people pumpkins then it''s another troubles with stealing fish. There are more complaints about him from people than that troublesome father of his, at least his father''s a warrior worthy of respect.


    "Old Jtok, Old Jtok." Rugwald panting voice said.


    "What kid, wadda ya want? Oh by the way, Mrs. Gus said that if you ever steal from her pumpkin patches again, she''ll shave all your hair and have you marched around the village as a lesson."


    "She''s a grumpy old woman that what she is." The rascal replied


    "but, but Old Jtok, you gotta listen to dis!"


    and Rugwald proceeds to tell me what has happened.


    A dreadful feeling arose from my tail, it was a feeling so long ago that I thought I would never will know again. But now, it''s back.Rushing into my hut, I tore off the floorboards and in there was a crate the length of my entire body.


    I open the crate, and from there I took up an axe and a shield.It has been so long since I took up this axe that are made of mithril.The axe will shine blue in presence of evil and this axe was shining to the point of almost blinding. After all these years covered in dust and time, it is still as sharp as the day it was gifted to my father.


    The shield is of a rock turtle shell, all rough and hard but quite light and fit well on my arm. Upon the side of the shield was the words "To Jtok, from Alina." This wasn''t my mother''s, my mother''s shield has already been buried with my mother ashes, this shield was made from a trophy my mother made on my 15th birthday, when I came of age. It was my first shield. It was this shield that carried me through many adventures and kept me safe.


    My mother, a great shield maiden she was, the only person my father ever feared.She was a mighty warrior, and the fearsome god of the kitchen. The Gods rest their soul, they were honored the old ways.


    As for the blue cloak human from Rugwald description, he''s most likely Mr. Blue, or...haha...Old Man Blue by now. We had fun, we did. Slaying dragons and Orks, even stole from a King once.....I think he still had a quite generous bounty on him.


    Regardless, Wumpas are generally peaceful apes, they don''t attack unless they''re provoked and they don''t eat meat. They go after Paku and various fruits and nuts within the forest. Never do they act like a wild beast. The way the Wumpas being described by this kid, it remind me of the livestock that had once change before my very eyes before.


    A Wumpas are usually the size of a black bear that''s the size of a human children and certainly not the size of two human men. Its fur are never white, usually black or grey to avoid predators and bothersome hunters. So if I am right, the Dark Storm is back and with it, death and decay is coming.


    I went and handed the rascal to some resting guards and tell them to prepare the village for an attack and tell the Elders to prepare for an possible evacuation.


    With that, I set out and rush toward the dark. My father battleaxe, it has been so long since its blade was wet. This was what I used to save my family''s soul and now,I really, really hope that I am wrong. For should I am right, it would be my sole burden to save everyone soul.

 7 Suovilbo Life Online II

    Civilians NPC within SLO are divided into two types;


    The Nui of Urk


    The Impri of Delios.


    Adventurers or players after level thirty would received a quest from their class masters in cities, to advance their status among the Nui or Impri, this also change how the npc regarded them.A Player of Urk after level thirty status advancement will receive a permanent combat boost and new abilities as well as a title called Toa Mata. Spirit Warriors they are sometimes called. As for impri, adventurers of Delios received and be known as Imperiosus, the Mighty Ones.


    It is a common knowledge among the npc that Toa Mata and Imperiosus are powerful beings, with access to unimaginable power and unlimited growth but they are burdened with one condition.


    These Toa Mata or Imperiosus are frequently spirited away into the realm of spirit.An Toa Mata or Imperiosus may vanish from the world for a short as a few minutes.....or as long as a few months.And they will reappear where they vanished...there are also times when they relocated to a place in the world called "save point."


    Furthermore, Toa Mata or Imperiosus, at the moment before death can survive by spirited their body away to the spirit realm. However they cannot come back for at least 1 day.


    Of course there are those who sometimes if not often would yell out and talk to people, saying "This world is a game" and the such.However those people are considered pitiful Toa Mata or Imperiosus who have gone insane due to having spent too long in the spirit realm.


    Death within SLO have certain restrictions. For Players under level thirty that has not yet attained their title will receive a restriction of 24 hour lock out upon death, which is 24 days in game.


    Toa Mata and Imperiosus death penalty are reduced to 1 day or 1 hour lock out in Real Life. NPC that die disappear after a while, and a new npc will be assigned to the previous npc''s post complete with new false memories. So in essence, NPC death are sort of permanent. Once they die, their memories are recorded and uses as performance and testing data. At times, the dead NPC memories will be uses as backstories for other npc.


    Monsters are standard creatures, they have aggressive mode and passive mode. Zone of detection and ranges of pursuit however certain monsters are design with some form of intelligence, capable of luring, ambushing and tricking players.


    Appearance is not an indication of weakness, a small rabbit could very well be your death if you don''t have the proper information.


    Before level thirty, most players are essentially in a blind zone, you would have absolutely no ability to inspect anything. Thus players are essentially being thrown into a pretty much unknown world, where it''s relatively all deep ends.


    an example are the TukuTku which are rabbit monsters that''s pretty much cute, fluffy and jump around. At least until some adventurer decided to attack them. You can pet them, you can feed them but as soon as you attack an TukuTku, it will call on its comrades nearby and they will all swarm upon the attacker at once.


    Naturally some will wear heavy armors which reduced the damage of the TukuTku, but once a certain amount of TukuTku are killed, a Red Horn TukuTku half the size of a normal TukuTku will show up with four times the level of the attacker or the combine levels of all attackers in the area and will go either invisible and assassinated the players or stand out, luring whoever saw it to a more dangerous area.

 8 The Countess I

    She awoke still hung over from the vivid, etheral dream.


    It was one of those strange dreams, begining with a benign, pleasurable aura of hazy positivity that seem to caress her soul and stroke her deepest and warmest parts while relating to nothing at all.


    She sensed that she was smiling in her sleep.


    Then the background changed, from a gauze-draped room with wind-blown curtains and flickering candles to a hazy shadow hollow in the woods, cold and damp and sepia tinged.The dream was almost like jumping from one painting to another.Even while sleeping, Niwlat Evolem Dnaetah thought she was aware of the change, felt her muscle tighten and her skin tremble as if the weather had suddenly turned freezing. The darkness slid over the woods like a curtain of night, and as she shivered she heard a sound of the dark, the whisper squeezing through the tree trunks, which turn charred with black and glowing ember as she looked at them.There was rustling in the woods, among the foilage of leaves and bushes.Niwlat Evolem Dnaetah caught the heavy scent of sweat and semen and something else, a strange smell of rot that somehow intertwined wth a familiar smell of.....she couldn''t quite remember what, but she knew that she was intimately acquainted with it, so very long ago.


    Niwlat Evolem Dnaetah''s shivering intensified, and she caught herself to wonder whether it was her who is sleeping is shivering or her dream self, or if perhaps neither are sivering.The noise in the woods grew louder, closer and more menacing.She thought back to the safe place, white with its gauze and lighting, wishing she could return there, where she knew she would not be afraid. Instead the darkness surrounding her become more and more vivid, and whatever made the noise growled---at first softly, but then growing in volume and anger. Rage, Rage for life.


    Who or What was it?


    Then she had shaken herself awake.


    The dream turned nightmare left her reluctantly and she pulled the covers against the sudden chill. Why did she have these strange dream so many times? Why was every dream similiar to one another? What did does this mean? Anything?


    The question zipped through her mind as they had a dozen of times before, but in replaying them she found herself relaxing her clenched muscles. Slowly, her limbs warmed up and the chill began to dissipate.


    In the chill of the night, in the warm cover of the her bed, she remember of a time long past. She remember of her lover.They had been together for a long time, and in those days it would seem as though they will always continue to be together so.Niwlat Ibeb was her name back in those days, she was a daughter of a noble. Sadly her parent passed away, but under the protection of her family butler, she was well educated and she had a friend.She remember the shimmering form of her lover, Natit Hna, a young man who would sometimes come to her home and taking her out from the grieving.She had once suffered an injury by a stray horse, she remember the tenderness Natit had exhibited as he treated her from the terrible injury that was inflicted on her. From that point on, what once was a friendship become something more. Her status as a noble lady hadn''t kept her and him from exploring each other''s bodies every chance they had though. They have many night of intense lovemaking.


    Niwlat smiled, thinking of their bond.Childhood friend who had suddenly become lovers, already more comforting with each other''s company, they had enjoyed discovering the whole new aspect of thier relationship.


    Niwlat felt her insides melting at the thought of Natit''s hands on her. Nipples tingling under his tongue, gentle nips driving her near madness. She was wet and ready and he was there.Like a dying man in the desert, down on his knees, burying his face into the lush fragrant bower; moused trembling lips over the contours of her flower and slake on the sweet, aromatic nectar spilling from the crevice.


    As Niwlat look out the window, the sky is still dark. She touched herself feeling naughty and not caring, knowing she still have times before the morning light.


    Fingers caressing her most intimate spots, Niwlat allowed herself to imagine they were Natit''s, and then she was moving faster, deeper, more pointedly focusing on that one spot where he would have placed his warm and loving tongue...

 9 The Countess II

    Niwlat remember him, cherubic lips, strong broad shoulder, and his eyes. Dark they were, and in the light of the fire, they were kaleidoscopic, almost multicolor. They shined like obsidian gems.Tingly....that how she remember it, she felt tingly, and dripping. She wanted to caress him.He smelled...woodsy.Meaty muscle, young, almost boyish, his face unlined.She ate him up with her eyes.


    Niwlat touched his arms as they embracing each other before the fireplace.His skin was hot. She felt an electrical charge pass from his skin to hers.She tingled all over.


    "I love you" she whispered hoarselt. She couldn''t quite remember anything else they had said. It was all just words.


    He nodded.


    He gently laid her down upon the carpet, her arms wrapped around his neck as he lowered her onto the floor. She wanted him in her mouth.In her.She just wanted him. Moisture trickled down her inner thigh. Her skin hummed.


    She don''t remember what was said, but his voice was dreamy, almost hypnotic.


    Her other hand slipped behind him, massaging his buttocks lighly. Her eyes stared up into his, falling deep within whatever was happening there, the shiny flickering light.Hand slipping down, she found the bulge with her finger. He didn''t fight her and let her did as she wanted. She caressed him--it and it was hot, harden.He did want her.


    Glorious


    He was just the right size, shapely, circumcised sculpture. She brought him close and kissed him lightly. He smelled salty, sweet, and peppery, exotic. Woodsy.


    She took him between her lips and engulfted all of him as if she finally run out of the time.He groaned, and she gave him her best.She had talent, she knew it, and she watched him enjoy.


    She squeezed closer, working him in and out of her lips while staring up into those dark obsidian eyes.They were dark before with a tint of flickering light, now they look like stars.His stare plumbed the depths of her soul, and she swallowed his flesh as far down he throat as she could, willing herself to drink him in.


    Then he pulled back, and she knew it was time. She let him slip out, slick with her saliva.


    "Please don''t wait," she hissed


    She lay back on the carpet and greedily guide him to her center. He input his tool in slowly, inexorably, filling her more than she could ever remember.She grasped as he began his rhythm, lowering himself onto her but resting all his weight on his arms.


    She didn''t care anymore. Her senses were now centered on his erection, her pleasure, his rapid pace. His increasing pace....


    She moaned and screamed.


    Suddenly, he pulled out of her and she felt as if she''d been gutted.


    He flipped her, roughly and she let him.She needed more, wanted much more. He took her from behind for a while, riding her---and she reveled in it.He lowered his head, panting, onto her shoulder, and drive her downward into the soft carpet repeatedly despite her voice and moans.


    He gripped her hips and bore down, reaching deeper amd deeper inside her, and her eyes crossed from the pleasure.He was still bearing down, and she heard her own rhythmic panting matching his.Without much warming she reached the spot, the highest of the mountain, the place she needed so many men to help her find years later.


    Her orgasm rocked her to the core, and she knew she had drenched the floor.When he came moments later, he spurted hot and endlessly into her, and the long moment of pleasure left them both spent, with him lying prone over her back like a living cloak.


    She lay back, naked in the musky, intercourse-laden air in front of the fireplace and watch Natit as he dressed. She admired his nakedness, feeling a lingering tingle after their heated lovemaking.The wet spot under her was cold now, and the heat of their coupling dissipated. She was shivering and he went and draped his fur cloak over her, he sat down and wrapped his arms around as she enjoyed his warmth.


    "Why didn''t I stopped him?" She asked herself that question over and over again.


    When he left for his business that night, he never came back again. She still visit him, from time to time.

 10 Madness of a King

    I Am KING


    IN My DREAM


    I AM KING on the pedestal


    I am King and before me is my army, fifteen hundred strong


    I am King and the fools sings and jeers


    I am King and the soldier salutes


    I am King and the peasants stood awaiting their fates


    I am King and my enemies quake and shiver with fear


    On my left, there is the spear of my ancestor. High and mighy to pierce through my enemies.


    On my right, there is my shield. Strong and Sturdy to defend me from my enemies.


    Before me is a feast worthy of the Gods and I am at the head of the table.


    I dreamed of my Ancestors'' halls. They were bright and warm. MY Eternal Glory await.


    I dreamed of the north, of an offering left to ME by God, an offering that will make me KING. I needed only to take it.


    I gathered my finest fifteen hundred warriors . It was not easy for many tribes refuse my vision. One By One, I slaughter the weakest tribe leaders until other leapt to join my cause.


    Still the Elder fools refuse me of my vision, They fear the unknown. Thus I brought to them the vision of the Gods, a ring they had bestow upon me. A sign for me to lead my people across the water.


    I brought them with me and sail to the north. Across the Narrow Waters I claimed what the Gods had promised me.


    Upon the dark earth, We crushed the servants of our enemies beneath our heels as we marched across the land. I allowed not one of my fifteen hundreds to fall. The blood of the Ancestors surged in our veins and each and every one of my warriors earned the Gods''s mark upon their skin.


    We descended into the heart of this new land, where men wore flimsy cloth and women ripe for the taking. They are pigs for slaughter, fats and full of wealth. Their soldiers were weak, dressed in black armor that made them look like a roaches. They screamed, They cried, but all fell equally before my axe. What is a blade without strength to swing it?


    We took their villages one by one, We burn their cities and topple their temples, We slaughtering their men and ravage their women. My warriors has their fill of revelry and excitement. We sings and we dance to praise the Gods, for delivering such gift to us and to ME. The filthy pigs in silk and jewels gather their armies and fought us the next day.


    The enemy this time was strong, Their commander was worthy of respect but weak roaches are still weak roaches and even though we were forced to retreat, I still honor the roaches commander with a place upon my belt. In the dark of night, there "He" came to me.


    Usoukama, the God of war. He asked of me a sacrifice.


    A sacrifice of power, A Sacrifice of Glory and Blood to grant me the might to fell my enemies and take my destiny upon the throne of Gods.


    I gave it willingly. My axe fell fifteen hundred times, and the iron drinking its fill of kins blood.


    Usoukama was pleased.


    The enemy opened the gate and invited unholiness into this land. My people paid the price.


    The Demons cut us off from the Ancestors, raised our buried as His children, tortured our dreams. The Demon murdered the Ancestors Way. I will find a new Way, for I have been chosen to lead my people. I gather my forces so that I might wage war on The Demon. I am the son of Usoukama, and I will lead the my people back to glory.