Perversions of the Flesh Pt. 02

Chapter 24: For the Love of Goddess

It was late morning when Annita's eyes fluttered open. The room was lit brightly with the sun pouring in through the window. Her chest felt heavier than normal, and looking down, she found Kat sprawled on top of her. The woman's arms were wrapped around her torso, and she was drooling slightly.

Slowly, Annita remembered the night they'd spent together. The heat they'd started with had devolved into a carnal hunger for each other they'd done their best to satiate. She was pretty sure she had passed out still in Kat, but had softened as they slept.

Shifting slightly, she felt the stickiness of her lower half, and the completely ruined bed sheets beneath them.

"Kat, sweetheart, time to get up," Ann whispered to her sleeping girlfriend. The thought still sent a thrill through her. Kat had reciprocated her feelings! So quickly too! She was terrified that it was a purely physical thing for Kat, despite some offhanded comments, but no. She liked her!

"Mmmm, time is it?" Kat groaned as she came out of her catatonic state.

"Not sure. Late. Bren's probably been waiting for us," Ann replied, running a hand through Kat's messy hair.

"Fine. Ugh," Kat squeezed, her strong arms constricting like a vise. "Wanna lay here longer, but 's fine."

"Can snuggle more tonight," Ann giggled, kissing her girlfriend's head before rolling her off. "Besides, we're a sticky mess. Housekeeping is going to hate us, too."

"Wooorth it," Kat mumbled as she sat up, wiping her bleary eyes.

"Yeah it was. Love you," Ann said, feeling heat in her cheeks at the words.

"Love ye too. All right, get the bath started. I'll join ye."

Ann and Kat shared a quick bath, waking them both up quickly as they washed the remains of last night's activities. For a few minutes, they relaxed with each other in the warm water, just enjoying the closeness, but time was something they couldn't ignore.

Getting dressed, they headed back downstairs. Both were a little wobbly, but tried their best to play it off.

Bren, waiting for them as expected, wasn't to be fooled.

"Have a fun night?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Damn right we did," Kat beamed at him as she took her seat. "Gonna have a lot more."

"Oh? That entails a deepening of your relationship past the physical. Did you steal dear Katlyn's heart, Annita?"

Annita blushed furiously at the dead on accusation. "I guess I did. Seemed more like a mutual thing, though."

"Well, I for one approve," he said smugly as he sipped his tea.

"As do I."

All three of them turned to the woman's voice that had interjected in their conversation. A gorgeous woman stood just off to the side. None of them had noticed her in the room before, but there she was and clearly knew what was happening.

"Who?" Annita asked.

"Child, did you already forget about me? I'm hurt."

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Annita cursed, as the woman grinned.

"First, can anyone else hear us?" Ann quickly asked the woman.

"Nope. Just you, me, your girlfriend, and your lovely companion," the woman answered. "The rest of the tavern will hear a perfectly normal conversation."

"Well, in that case. Guys, didn't think this'd happen so blatantly, or this quickly for that matter, but meet Orenous," Annita introduced.

Kat fell out of her chair.

Bren stood bolt upright.

"A pleasure, my darlings," Orenous said, with a low bow to the table. "May I sit?"

"Yeah, go ahead," Annita pulled up an extra chair for her. "Gotta say you look different."

Kat pulled herself back into her chair but her mouth still hung open. Bren was seemingly petrified, not even daring to look at Orenous.

"Oh, this thing? Hardly any fun to be stuck in one appearance when so many others offer a beauty all their own." Orenous brushed her pristine shoulders. She was a feline Vulhardrin this time. The picture of a catgirl that Annita had drawn hundreds of times, with blue hair and fur, a tail, and yellow cat's eyes. Her form was no less voluptuous than her appearance in Annita's mind, and she was dressed to accentuate it with sheer cloth and pants that did not match the weather.

"Sculpture don' do ye justice," Kat murmured as she drank in the sight.

"There is a limit to human skill, dear Katlyn. Enjoying my gifts, are you?" she teased.

"Aye. I sure feckin am," Kat grinned, with a sidelong glance at Annita, who blushed deep red.

"Good. I told her to have fun, and I'm glad she is. And you, dear Bren, how are you handling this new development in your life?" Orenous asked as she leaned on the back of her hands, folded primly before her.

Bren startled from his state, looking around hurriedly before sitting down. "I, uh, yes ma'am. I am quite all right with things. Would you, uh, would you mind me asking the reason for this visit? Our records rarely speak of the gods being among us. All of the records for the last two thousand years have merely been theories. I really must ask what prompted your appearance in the flesh?"

"And there is that beautiful curiosity of yours. You two," she pointed to Kat and Bren, "have my sincere thanks for helping our Annita here get on her feet in this new lease on life. To your point about records, they are mistaken. We were only physically here during the cataclysmic time of our return. What you all are seeing is in your minds. A nice bit of trickery so I can more comfortably talk to everyone."

"So I look like I just pulled up a seat for no one?" Ann asked.

Orenous let out a tinkling laugh. "Yes, and you were so dashing, doing so," the Goddess teased. "I must say, though, you three have been doing a fantastic job of integrating with each other. One can practically see the bonds between you growing. I mean, I literally can, but you get what I mean."

"Thanks?" Kat said, still with a supremely confused look on her face.

"You're welcome. Now, dear Katlyn, how did you enjoy my champion last night?" Orenous said with a smirk, leaning over to Kat. "I've seen her body. Hells, I had a hand in shaping it. Did she take good care of you? Filled to the brim? I made sure she had stamina to spare for her lovers." As she spoke, she took Katlyn's hand in her own, gently stroking it.

Kat turned beet red at the blunt question. She tried to start a sentence multiple times before a quiet squeak escaped her throat. It was all she could manage before burying her face in her hands.

Orenous seemed delighted by the response. Laughing again, she leaned back and winked at Annita, who could feel her body heating up even further, somehow. Orenous then turned to Bren.

"Bren. While I would prefer more intimate relationships with my champion, I will respect your choice. Consent is everything, and the choice to say no will always be valid. I have plans for your group, and whoever else joins, but do not worry. I will make sure you share in the blessings bestowed without the need for carnal involvement."

Bren looked like a weight was taken off his shoulders. He relaxed, slumping heavily in his seat. "Thank you, Your Holiness."

"Your Holiness," Orenous laughed again. "So formal. Just call me my name, darling. Now, as much fun as it is to tease all of you, I do have some actual matters to discuss. First of all, Annita, your new trait after interacting with the Core."

"Oh, yeah. I'd been kinda ignoring that until I had more information," Annita admitted.

"Certainly the wise choice. I would encourage delving into it cautiously." Orenous said, her face becoming serious. "The fact it takes your life force to use its skills is concerning. It is very rare for gifts from even the most violent Gods, like Nylir, to have a cost to one's own life. Getting a closer look at you, body and mind, it does not appear that your id or ego have been altered. I sense a minuscule increase in corruption in your physical form, but far less than is to be expected from someone interacting with a fully corrupted Core. Certainly minor compared to the amount you sustained while sleeping in my Seed."

"Well, that's good then, isn't it?" Annita asked. "It means I can keep helping with the Cores. Siphoning off the corruption, right?"

"For now, yes. That is what I would advise. Katlyn," Orenous turned to the Protector, who had finally risen from her hands, "I trust your connections will be useful in this pursuit. Truly, I understand the burden I am putting upon your shoulders, but it is somewhat necessary. I hope you will forgive me."

Kat tilted her head, looking like she was trying to make sure she heard that right. "Yer apologizin'. Tae me? A Goddess apologizin'?"

"Yes. I do not enjoy causing tension and stress in my children. I would much rather you spend your days happily in Annita's lap, however, that is not the reality we live in."

"I, er. Aye. I accept the apology? Feckin' bizarre, all o' this," Kat grumbled. "So, just more o' the same? Do we have a time we need tae be doin' this in?"

"No, at least not for now. The Seeds seem to be behaving themselves from what we can see outside of them. No surges in Warped or anything too dangerous have fallen to the Corruption."

"That is good news," Bren sighed. "It has been some time since the last swarm. I was beginning to worry that one would begin soon with Annita's appearance."

"Sorry, swarm?" Annita interjected.

"Yes, child," Orenous answered. "Now and then an increase in Warped activity occurs. Large numbers of the things will pour out from the Seeds to cause havoc to the surrounding environment and people. I would still advise vigilance, Bren. Even we cannot predict these things."

"Understood. I appreciate the perspective of the Gods," Bren said reverently.

"You're very welcome, darling. Now, if you all would be so kind, could you please tell me what happened in Estvall's Seed?"

The three mortals told the story of their expedition into the seed. They told her of the landscape, the tree, the Guardian, and the interaction with the Core. Orenous seemed to notice when Kat skipped the part where she and Annita had fingered each other in the Core's cavern, but she didn't press.

"Interesting. It appears that Core was only lightly corrupted. Enough that Estvall was not able to influence his domain, but left its overall structure intact. Interesting that he was able to enter briefly when you siphoned a portion of the taint. I will have to inform Qu'sella about this. They will undoubtedly love this information. That is all for now. I will check in again some time later."

"How much later?" Ann asked.

"Aw, sad to see me go? I am not sure, darling. I am ever pulled by my responsibilities to humanity. This is but one of my multitude of focuses."

"Fine. Just let me know if I'm fucking up all right?" Ann asked.

"You've been doing splendidly. Both in quest and conquest. Have some more faith in yourself." Orenous smiled kindly, a hand reaching out to cup Annita's cheek. "Now, I really must be off. Take good care of each other. Love and give of yourselves with an open mind and heart. Toodles!"

With that, the Feline form of Orenous shimmered and vanished.

"Toodles?" Bren asked, incredulously.

"Aye, what the feck?"

Annita groaned and hid her face in her hands. "Well, yeah. You wanted to know more about what she's like? Congratulations."

"She is a lot nicer than I thought she would be," Bren sighed, sinking into his chair. "I mean, she is professed to be the goddess of love, beauty, and all things involved, but I always thought she would be more Godly? If that makes sense. More propriety."

"Nope. She's been like that since I met her. Honestly surprised she didn't try to snuggle up with anyone," Ann said as she raised her head to face the rest of the table.

"An' 'er arse was feckin' great!" Kat blurted, coming out of her shock at the meeting.

"Is that really what you were focused on?" Bren asked incredulously. "We just met Divinity and you were looking at her rear end? Seriously?"

"Hey, not my fault Ann left that outta the first meetin'' Kat defended herself.

"I think she might have been doing that on purpose for you," Ann interjected. "She didn't look like that last time. She was human, different colors, everything."

"Hey, I'm not complainin'. Goddess wants tae flaunt herself I'll happily enjoy. Though it seemed like she knew what we got up tae last night. That's a bit odd."

"She's a Goddess, what do you expect? Figure she's watching in some capacity even now," Ann groaned.

"At least she provided decent guidance for our current course. Once we handle things here, and figure out where to find our next party member, dealing with Seeds would be the main focus," Bren said, steepling his fingers and drawing a serious look across his face.

"Oh, speaking of. I should assign that skill," Ann said, pulling up her stats. She opened the writhing black box and took a look at the options again.

Warping Increased!

You have absorbed a tiny portion of the corrupting forces affecting the Seeds of the Gods. This will allow mutability of the flesh. The more you consume, the stronger the effects will be.

Current Choices Available:

Minor Cosmetic Mutation

At the sacrifice of 2 HP, you may modify the length and or color of your body hair to your choosing. Color must be natural in some spectrum. These effects will last until the skill is used again.

Virility Manipulation

Channel your mutation to allow yourself to control the virility of your ejaculate. Sacrifice 10 HP per use. Options are Sterile, Natural, or Extreme.

"Actually, I have a question first. Are you safe, Kat? After everything last night?" Ann asked.

"Hm?" Kat asked over a mouthful, before swallowing. "Yeah. I'm fine. Figured it'd be a thing, so I snagged a potion at one o' the shops when ye were talkin' tae another shopkeeper. No worries of an accidental kid."

"That's good, at least. Still, think I'm going to take the Virility Manipulation thing. Just to be extra safe."

"And not tae knock me up with a litter o' pups?" Kat teased.

"I mean, Orenous' tit's Kat. Really?"

Kat just winked at her before turning back to her food, clearly enjoying the reaction she'd gotten.

Ann took the mental moment to select the skill. Unlike the rest of the times she took a skill, she felt a squeeze in her gut, almost like something was moving around, before it released and returned to normal.

"Oh Gods, that felt fucking weird," Ann winced.

"Are you all right? What happened?" Bren asked, moving over to better check on her.

"I'm fine. Really. It just felt like my guts rearranged a little bit. I didn't even activate the skill, just taking it changed something."

"That is interesting. Try activating it. You said it costs a portion of your health. Better to test it now while I am present to mitigate the loss."

Ann focused, pulling up the skill and setting herself to be sterile. Again that queasy feeling hit her and once it passed she felt slightly tired. Checking her health she confirmed that it sat at 220/230. Bren quickly topped it off.

"Same feeling, just a little tired after using it. Sterile, by the way," she clarified, shooting a glare at Kat. The Alf pouted and kept chewing her food, grumbling something under her breath. "Hey, at least we can have fun without having to worry about any surprises."

"True, true. I've also been meanin' tae talk to ye about somethin'. Normally it'd be a more private thing, cause it's a relationship thing, but it affects the party, so Bren gets tae be here for it. Ye thinkin' about hookin' up wit' other girls?"

Ann stopped with her spoon halfway up to her mouth before lowering it back into her bowl of oatmeal. "I had considered it," she said slowly, watching Kat's reaction. "It seems to be a part of Orenous' blessing, and she did seem convinced we'd pick up more people. Is that a problem?"

"It's not... really somethin' I considered bein' a thing fer me, tae tell the truth. Figured I'd find a good man or woman an' figure out life wit' em. I'm not necessarily opposed, mind, but I might be a bit selfish."

"I get it. Before all this, I had the same outlook on things. I guess it's changing a little with everything I've gone through. No doubt Orenous has had a little influence there, but I can't feel her finger in my brain, so probably not intentional."

"This really is a conversation for the two of you," Bren spoke up. "We will need further members to cover weaknesses in our current team, mainly magical. If they need to be compatible with you, Ann, then that narrows our search. I can contact a few people to put out feelers. Maybe we will get lucky."

"But back to the main issue here," Ann directed. "Kat, this is on you. I don't care if you say no to it. That'd be perfectly fine with me. Like Orenous said, consent is king. Wouldn't do anything like this without your go ahead."

Kat sat there, pondering. She ate slowly, making sure to thoroughly chew each mouthful before she spoke. "I think we can try, aye. I get tae tell ye no on anyone, no questions asked. Understood?"

"That works for me," Ann sighed with relief. "Seriously though, you say no, the person is gone. I don't care how strong they are, or how hot they are."

"I trust ye. Ye've trusted me with a lot o' sensitive info about yerself, feels right tae return that trust."

"As do I. I will be keeping an eye on things, though," Bren warned. "Anything happens to Kat outside of the normal combat, I will be speaking my mind."

"I can take care o' meself," Kat grumbled.

"Yes, I know. I can not, however, ignore my own feelings. Your hurt is mine. We've known each other most of my life. It is instinctual at this point."

"Fair. Worrywart." Kat returned to her food.

"Love you too, Kat," Bren chuckled before returning to his own food.

They finished their meal quickly, a busy day ahead of them. Bren decided he would begin putting out feelers for a caster that might fit their group. Ann needed to visit an armory to get some sort of armor, and Kat needed to check in with a couple of official duties she couldn't ignore with General Polaris.

"Meet back up at lunch?" Ann asked. "I figure we can find someone to check out the items we got from Estvall after, together."

"That sounds like a good plan to me," Bren said, standing. "I am quite curious as to the applications of such unique materials."

"Same 'ere," Kat grunted as she stood. "See you two back here in a bit. If Clandalaria doesn't keep me. She better feckin' not."

Ann laughed and pulled the grumpy woman into a kiss. Kat melted quickly, before she let her go.

"Gods damnit woman, let me be grumpy," Kat sighed, trying to hide a smile.

"Nope! See you later!" Ann called as she turned and left for the industrial area she'd seen before.

Chapter 25: No Capes

It felt strange to be on her own. It was the first time since Annita woke up that neither Kat nor Bren were within shouting distance. She walked down the streets, taking in the city as she did. People of all races, colors, and assortments of limbs hurried on their own ways. It felt like any busy city street from her time, and getting lost in the crowd was easier than she thought.

One thing she noticed as she walked along was small streams pouring out of the sides of the roofs above. Looking closer, she saw small spouts had been carved in the small walls that bordered the flat space, and melted snow was pouring out.

Pulling aside a random person, she asked how the snow was melting so quickly?

The stranger gave her a confused look, but explained that the roofs had heating gems installed. They were recharged by the sun and could be used to clear built up snow when needed.

Taking an alleyway, exploring further, a ball ricocheted off the wall ahead of her. She instantly tracked the speeding object, every muscle in her body tense before leaping at the toy. She landed on her hand and feet, ball securely in one hand.

Standing, Annita took a moment to realize she hadn't even thought about chasing and catching the ball. Must have been something from the wolf part of her. Feeling a not insignificant amount of shame, she walked toward where the thing had come from.

"I think it went over here!" she heard a young voice ahead.

"I told you not to hit it so hard," another voice replied.

"Can't help I'm stronger than you," the first retorted.

"At least I'm faster."

Around the wall came a pair of kids. One an Alfhindur boy and the other an Inlon girl. They came up short, skidding slightly as they almost ran into Annita. The Alf looked fairly normal, but the Inlon had a very prominent third eye in the middle of her forehead.

"Gosh, you're tall lady!" the Alfhindur gasped.

"Don't say that! It's rude!" the girl gasped, smacking her friend.

"It's ok, it's ok," Ann laughed, crouching down, holding up the ball. "This yours?"

"Yeah, sure is," the boy said a bit sulkily.

"We was playin', miss. Ton hit it too hard, and it got over our fence. May we have it back?" the girl explained.

"Did not! I hit it normal!" Ton protested, stomping his foot.

"Did too! I've never hit it that far!" the girl shouted back.

"Hey, c'mon, no fighting," Ann giggled as the kids' arguing escalated again. "Just be careful. And I won't tell anyone if you're worried about that."

"Eh, our parents are fine with us wanderin'," the little girl huffed, taking the ball. "Just safer to be close to home."

"That's very responsible," Ann smiled at the girl. "Be safe, you two!" She stood and turned to leave.

"Thank you tall lady!" the girl yelled back, already running off with Ton.

Kids were still kids. That was a good thing, Annita thought. Still getting into trouble, still precocious little things. The encounter lightened her mood and her step as she made her way up the central hill of the city.

Buildings became more utilitarian as she walked, shifting from the square blocks of the residential district to larger, more specialized structures. She passed smithies, lumber yards, tailors, and some vocations she couldn't name.

She took about half an hour asking around for recommendations on someone who could make her some good leather armor fairly quickly. At the recommendation of a few passersby and a very intense Thrundol blacksmith lady, she found herself at a bit of a rundown shack of a building. Inside she could hear grumbling and the scraping of a knife across some surface.

Shrugging, she ducked into the smaller door, ringing a bell, and looked around. It was chaos. Hides of all sorts were not so much draped as tossed haphazardly across every available surface, including the floor. There were some walking paths she picked her way through, but it was treacherous going.

"Hello?" Ann called.

"I'm here! I'm here! Give me a sec'!" came a gruff call back. It sounded like a woman, but she couldn't quite tell.

After a few minutes, which she spent looking through the hides, an Inlon woman bustled in from a back room behind what Ann assumed was a hide covered counter.

"Welcome to Riva's hides and tannery. What can I do you for?"

Riva was actually fairly tall for an Inlon, from Ann's perspective. The woman came up to her mid thighs, was a dark green color with brilliant amber eyes. Her slick black hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and glasses hung off her long nose. Wearing a simple set of overalls, Ann could see that she was used to hard work, with the corded muscles in her arms and shoulders. Her face reflected the years of hard work, weathered, creased, wrinkles at the corners of her eyes from squinting, but still attractive in its own way.

"I know it doesn't look like I've got much going on, but I do have stuff to work on. What do you need?" Riva asked, snapping Annita out of her appraisal.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm here to get some armor. I asked around and everyone I met with said to talk to you. Mostly because I need it pretty quick."

"Hmm, for a big girl like you, with those curves?" Ann noticed the woman's eyes twinkle as she looked her over. "I might actually have something prepped. It'll need adjustment, and alteration for you being a Lupine, but we can make it work. I'd prefer to make you a custom set, but if you need it quick, then that's what we're going to have to do."

"You do custom work?" Ann asked.

"You bet your tail I do. The best money is in custom orders. You interested?" Riva asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I would be, but I'm not sure how long I'll be here. Could be a couple days, could be a week."

"Girl, you know rush orders exist, right?" Riva laughed.

"Hey, I didn't want to assume," Ann said, raising her hands.

"Girl, looking like you do, I'm pretty sure people would go along with your assumptions even if they didn't normally do whatever you were asking for," Riva smirked, leaning over on a pile of hides. This afforded Ann with a great view of the woman's unbound cleavage under the overalls.

Feeling her cheeks beginning to heat up, she quickly cleared her throat, trying to control herself. "I wouldn't know," she replied shortly. "But yeah, if a rush order could be worked out, I guess we could do that."

"Well, as far as money goes, I'd charge two gold for the whole set. Though, we might be able to work out a discount. You have your measurements?" Riva asked, crossing her arms and pushing up her chest none too subtly.

Ann took a second, fumbling in her pockets to pull out the paper Nolton had given her. Riva took it and looked it over. "Hmm, detailed. A bit odd in certain measurements, though. Professionally, you have anything downstairs?"

Ann's repressed blush came out full force at the question. "Uh, yeah. I do."

A broad grin stretched across Riva's face before she returned to the paper. "Yeah, I can work with this. It'll be a day. No enchantments, though we could work in places for you to add 'em if you wanted. That'd be another five silver on top. You want a helmet? You want a helmet. Face plate?"

"I don't think so. I remember this one design, came down over the face, left the sides open," Ann tried to describe, moving her hands in a V over the front of her face.

"Ah, don't want to hide your assets, got it. I think in a piece of armor, though, a faceplate would work. How about a detachable one? Yeah, it'll cover your features, but it'll make a fearsome image for whoever you're fighting."

"Do Warped feel fear?" Ann asked, genuinely curious.

"What? No, of course not. Though who says you'll always be fighting those monstrosities? Either way, I would recommend it. Here, like this."

Taking a dull piece of metal, she flipped a piece of leather to its back and sketched out her idea. It was a viking style helmet, with a cap that fit snugly over her head, let her ears stand free, and a gap to allow her mane of hair to plume out. The face mask was simple, a shaped piece of leather that would comfortably meet the helmet at the nosepiece and cover her cheeks and chin.

Riva then showed her a clever clasping mechanism that would hold it in place, but allow her to pull it off fairly easily if she needed. It clasped at the sides, and could only be removed with both hands.

"Yeah, that can work. Not sure how well I'll deal with heat in that, though," Ann said as she looked over the design.

"I've got my ways. Don't worry about that. Now the rest of it. How form fitting do you want this?" Riva asked, sketching out a quick figure.

"Chest and upper body, fairly well fitting, I guess. Lower body, I'd prefer something looser."

"So tight upper armor which should also accentuate your body, and then the lower half will be a leather skirt, studded with steel, then leather greaves. I'm no cobbler, so you'll have to figure out your boots or shoes elsewhere. I can buy a cloak for you, too."

"No need. I don't really get cold up here. Benefit of the whole Lupine thing," Ann chuckled.

"Damn, that's lucky. I freeze my ears off whenever a storm comes through. Have to spend time around the blacksmiths just to keep warm. Anyway, yeah. I can work with all this. Now, two gold and five silver will be your cost unless you want to talk about a discount," Riva said.

Ann took a moment to look over the Inlon. She was pretty sure she knew what Riva was trying to get at with pushing the discount so hard. The woman hadn't really been subtle checking her out. The only thing that caused her to pause was her promise to Kat only a couple of hours ago.

"Just so I'm completely clear here, what would a discount entail?" Ann asked cautiously.

"Girl, you're gorgeous, and I want a piece," Riva said bluntly. "That's all. I haven't had any action in a long Godsdamned time, and I thought you might be willing."

"Gotcha. So, I'll have to talk to my girlfriend about that. I can pay either way. Just don't want to lead you on," Ann said, crossing her arms as she tried to hide her discomfort.

"Of course you're already taken. Shit, sorry about that. Had to shoot my shot, you know?" Riva slumped, her ears drooping as she gathered her things.

"Yeah, I get it. Trust me, I do!" Ann insisted as the Inlon raised a skeptical eyebrow at her. "Just can't let things ruin something good I've got going on."

"She that special?" Riva asked, changing her tone to more curiosity than the previous disappointment.

"She really is. I'm lucky to have her," Ann replied, getting a bit wistful remembering the night before.

"Well, congratulations to you!" Riva smiled, finishing getting her things together. "Bring her by next time. I'd love to meet whoever took you off the market. Anything else you need?"

"Nope, that's it," Ann confirmed.

"All right, then it'll be done by tomorrow evening. It's going to be a loooong night. Time to get the coffee brewing," Riva muttered to herself, turning away.

Ann let herself back out into the cold air of the city. Is this what it was like being attractive? It was strange. She was pretty average back in her old body, so she'd only had to deal with the creeps that would catcall or hit on anyone. Having someone who was actually fairly attractive hitting on her out of the blue was something really new to her. Besides Kat, she conceded. She didn't count Kat as a random encounter, for some reason. A part of her had a feeling that Orenous had set them up, but she wasn't going to complain.

Taking her time going through the city as the sun rose high in the sky, she took in the people populating the streets. Particularly the Vulhardrin who she now shared some kinship with. She spotted a couple other Lupine, shorter than her, but with the fluffy ears and tail. One was more reddish, while the other had black and white hair that reminded her of a husky.

She spotted several Avian as well. They varied wildly, more than other subcategories seemed to. Most seemed to have the entire head of a bird, but others had different mixes. A cardinal headed man passed by, his bright plumage standing out against the dark colors of the buildings. His legs were replaced by the talons of the appropriate bird as well. Some had feathers running down their arms, forcing them to wear sleeveless shirts, and others had plumage where Annita had a tail. One in particular sporting the wide frill of a turkey was a strange sight to behold. Thankfully, the woman was spared having a wattle and just had further plumage instead of hair.

Vulpine and Feline hustled and bustled around much more frequently than the rest. Their animal traits as widely spread as the rest. She also spotted a massive Ursine trundling down one of the primary thoroughfares. The woman was covered in the thick fur of a bear with ears to match. The rest of her was fairly normal, if just huge, compared to a normal person.

As she walked, Ann contemplated whether there were any fish based Vulhardrin, but doubted there'd be any in the mountainous city. Maybe some more exotic creatures. Kat had mentioned dragons. Gods, she wanted to see one so badly. She'd loved drawing them every time she got the opportunity, and needed to see one. Not to mention all the other fantasy creatures that might exist now.

Distracted by her daydreams, she began to walk faster, her stat enhanced legs taking her though the town on their own. Suddenly, she bumped into someone, sending both of them sprawling.

"Oh my Gods, I'm so sorry," Ann cried.

"Eas be damned," the man grumbled. "Watch where you're going. And so fast. Just 'cause you can doesn't mean you should." He batted her hand away as he rose to his feet and trudged off.

Ann was a bit taken aback by the comment. She didn't feel like she was going that fast. Maybe it was a product of her levels and Dex. Now she wanted to race someone. Someone running full tilt, the wind in her fur, whistling past her ears. She could almost feel it. Shaking herself, she focused back on heading back to the Mercenary Association. It was strange, but she was definitely starting to notice the more canine instincts poking through in her now that she was in civilization. Maybe being somewhere so populated and urban agitated that side of her. Out in the wilds, they were natural and had a purpose.

Eventually, she made her way back to the large building that marked her temporary home. Neither Kat nor Bren were back yet, from what she could see, so she took the time to head up to her room. Flopping on the bed she stared at the ceiling, taking a moment to rest before she got bored again. No phones or computers to keep her occupied really exacerbated her ADHD.

Groaning, she sat back up and headed downstairs again, walking over to one of the clerks.

The man looked up as she approached. "Good morning! How may I help you?"

"Do you have any books or something? Something on the Warped, if possible," Ann requested pleasantly.

"Not an uncommon request. We do have several tomes with descriptions and classifications of Warped here. One moment." The man stood and walked back into a room behind him. After a few minutes, he returned with two hefty books.

"These should do the trick. 'Gendal's Compendium of Monstrosities', and 'Warped Beyond Recognition'. The first is a dry read, I'll admit. Lots of detailed descriptions, analysis, but very straightly put. The second is an easier read, but glosses over some details that would be helpful to a mercenary such as yourself. I'd recommend starting with 'Warped Beyond Recognition', then delving deeper with Gendal's if you discover something interesting. If you'd like them, I'll just need your badge for a moment to check them out. Please return them before leaving for any other locations. You will be billed if they go missing for longer than a week upon your next visit." He put the books down on the desk and opened his hand for Ann's badge, which she handed over.

Taking a logbook out from under the desk, he rifled through it, pressed her badge to a page, then handed it back.

"Thank you. Have a good read!" He smiled, handing Ann the books.

Smiling and waving, Ann took the books back up to her room. Leafing through them she began to study. As described, Gendal's book was more of a textbook than anything. Dry, educational, and absolutely boring. Taking the clerk's advice she opened "Warped Beyond Recognition" and poured through it. It had far more illustrations of the things it was talking about, as well as anecdotes from people who had fought the beasts. Ann quickly lost herself in the book, taking in the grotesque but fantastical creatures she would likely be running into.

A short while later, she heard the door open, but didn't roll over. Boots trekked over the wooden floor before a pleasant weight settled on top of her.

"Whatcha readin?" Kat asked as she nuzzled into Ann's neck.

"About the Warped. Figured if we're going to be fighting them, I might as well know more," Ann said, nuzzling her girlfriend's head back.

"Have a good mornin'?" Kat asked as she relaxed on top of Ann.

"Yeah. Met some kids, playing around. I commissioned some armor, too. Rush order that should be done by tomorrow evening. Don't think you'd believe it, but the Inlon who runs the place propositioned me," Ann sighed. "Offered a discount for it, too."

She felt Kat stiffen a bit at the mention of the offer. "What did ye say?"

"Said I'd talk to you about it. Didn't expect it to come up this quickly to be honest, but I promised," Ann replied, closing the book and rolling over. Kat lifted herself so they laid face to face on the bed.

"Thank ye," the Alf said softly. "I'm, ugh. I told ye I was probably the jealous type. Feelin' a bit protective now. I just got ye. Don't feel like sharin' ye yet. Much less the feelin's that come along wit' all that." Kat squeezed her close, burying her face in Ann's cleavage. "Just be mine fer a bit, ok?"

"Ok," Ann said softly, running a hand through Kat's long brown locks. "She did ask to meet the woman who took me off the market, though."

"Oh?" Kat lifted her face, raising an eyebrow. "What fer?"

"Just that. Didn't say anything else. Figure she just wants to know what sort of absolutely gorgeous, dashing, strong, talented woman could tie me down," Ann said, poking Kat's side with each compliment. Kat giggled madly as Ann tickled her further, driving the woman to pin her arms down to get her to stop.

"Fine, fine," Kat gasped between laughter. "I'll go wit' ye tae get yer armor. It better be sexy. The mental image o' ye all wrapped up in leather's doin' stuff fer me."

"You'll just have to see now, won't you?" Ann teased as they snuggled deeper into the bed.

"All right. Bren should be back by now. Let's go see if he got any leads fer us," Kat grunted as she rolled off the bed.

Ann took an offered hand and followed her downstairs.

Chapter 26: Loot

Annita and Kat went down the stairs to the main area hand in hand, smiling and leaning on each other as they walked over to the table Bren sat at.

"Looks like you two had a fine morning," Bren smiled at them, waving at two empty chairs.

"If ye can call goin' over logistics o' the winter wit' Candalaria fine," Kat huffed as she fell into her seat. "Wasn't the worst though. Good tae know the Keep's doin well fer this year. Iron shipments from Korvas're comin' in just fine. Food an' lumber too, especially thanks tae our expedition."

"And I got my armor commissioned. Very nice Inlon up in the industrial area was able to fill a rush order. I should have it by tomorrow evening. Other than that I just wandered a bit," Ann said as she took her own chair. "Gotta say, it's a bit strange being alone for the first time in this whole experience."

"Well, I am glad our presence has been such a comfort," Bren chuckled. "It is well that your armor will be done so soon. I have possibly found us a lead on a caster that will fit our group, and hopefully you, Annita." Bren leaned forward, sliding a piece of paper across the table.

Ann picked it up, and read it aloud. "Reports of increased Warped activity to the northwest of the city, two day's travel in an unmarked section of woods. Local trappers and hunters refer to a witch residing in the area who is apparently attempting to control the situation, but they believe she could use assistance. When asked about why they did not offer her aid, they describe unnatural magics and strange happenings around the woman. Soldier who took the report notes the ones relaying this information seem to be superstitious types and this may not be entirely accurate. The city, however, cannot take reports of Warped without further investigation." Ann put the paper back down, sliding it over to Kat to read.

"This has not yet been posted to official boards for tasking as of yet, though it will soon be placed in the Mercenary Association's care. My contacts in the Guard informed me that, should we accept, we would be assigned specifically when it is posted. I do not believe I was incorrect in accepting on behalf of the party." Bren stated calmly as he watched Kat pour over the document.

"Nae, sounds interestin'," Kat murmured.

"A witch? Any other descriptors of the lady we'll be helping?" Ann asked.

"None at this time. A little further in the list of information it states that the trappers know she knows when others enter the woods. It is likely she will find us before we find her."

"At least she sounds like a magic caster. That's someone we do need. She sounds kinda tied down though. What makes you think she'd join us?" Ann asked, leaning back in her chair and stretching.

"I am not certain. Call it a hunch, for as much as that is worth. Someone capable of such widespread magics while attempting to control the Warped population would be a valuable asset. If she protects the forest, she may be convinced to aid the greater world. It is not a guarantee, I will admit, but it is a good lead."

Kat finished her reading and passed the report back to Bren. "Aye, I say it's as good as we're gonna get unless we take someone from the Garrison. I'd rather keep us as independent as possible considerin'..." she waved in Ann's general direction. "Besides, sounds like a fight, an' I'm always ready fer more o' that."

"Yup, sounds good to me too," Ann agreed. "Is there a timeframe on this?"

"No," Bren said, tucking the report away. "However, sooner is always preferred when there are Warped involved. I would say we leave the morning after your armor is completed."

"Makes sense to me," Kat said, flagging down a waiter and ordering lunch for them. Once she was done she returned to the table. "I wasn't entirely busy with Candalaria's reports, neither. Poked at 'er fer an identifier or craftsperson who'd be able tae take a look at the shite we got from the last Seed. Someone trustworthy who'd keep their gob shut. Glade Underbrush up in the Keep itself. He can suss out what we've got."

"Interesting. Then let us pay him a visit once we've eaten," Bren decided.

After a quick lunch, they found themselves entering the gates of the Keep once more, the looming walls passing overhead with little ceremony. At Kat's direction, they wound their way off to the right of the main building, to a side-structure. It was a tower, or as close as one could be, with only three stories. Odd instruments lined the outside, whirring and spinning in erratic manners, doing Gods knew what. Ann knew this was a wizard's place just by the look of it, and a giddy excitement rose within her.

Entering through the sturdy door, they were met with a tidy reception area, with a secretary sitting behind a desk on the far wall. The room was entirely wooden, even the floor. It must have cost a lot to line the place in something besides the stone that made up the rest of the building. Chairs lined the right side of the room, while two doors occupied the left. The man looked up from a book he was reading as they crossed the threshold.

"Good afternoon. Do you have an appointment with Master Warga?" the human man intoned with a bored professionalism.

"Nae, apologies," Kat spoke up. "An impromptu visit, unfortunately. Ol' General Polaris sent us 'ere. Said Master Warga could be trusted tae look at some curiosities we picked up."

At the General's mention, the man straightened in his chair, taking their group much more seriously. "General Polaris? I don't mean to doubt you, ma'am, but do you have anything to prove this?"

"Aye, 'ere." Kat passed him a piece of paper with what looked like a stamped sigil on it.

The man looked over the paper before placing it in a drawer to his right. "Thank you, honored guests. I will fetch the Master. Please make yourselves comfortable. I will only be a few minutes."

The party took the seats that were pointed out and waited. After several minutes, longer than any of them expected, the secretary returned.

"He will speak with you now. Please take that door. It will lead to a staircase. Second floor, second door on your right."

"Thanks," Annita called as she stood and walked over to the door. The rest of the building was wood as well, including the stairs. Taking the directions, Ann knocked on the second door to the right in the hallway.

"Come in," a bassy voice echoed out from within.

They entered a ridiculously clean room. It was organized; the floor was spotless wood and the shelves, while packed with books and contraptions, were clearly specifically sorted by the owner's design. The far wall consisted of a large stained glass window depicting a scholar of some sort staring up at the stars. At the center sat the bulbous fractured moon, with several of the stars Kat had taught Annita clearly visible to either side. In the center of the room was a round table festooned with apparatus Annita would have called a chemistry set. She knew this had to be something more complicated, but she couldn't shake the memories of high school from her head looking at the bubbling beakers and vials filled with colourful liquid. Opposite the door stood a surprisingly plain desk, made of a dark polished wood. The top was covered with neat stacks of paper, several thick tomes, and a quill resting in an inkwell.

"General Polaris sent you, did she?" The man sitting at the desk asked in a gentle voice. He wasn't as old as Annita had been expecting. Less Gandalf and more young Dumbledore. Warga was clean cut, with his light brown hair pulled back into a small ponytail. He regarded the three of them with green eyes full of curiosity that sparkled behind his clasped hands. "The letter stressed some level of secrecy. I admit I'm curious what would get her to issue a warning like that. Seeing that it is coming attached with a visit from royalty, however, I think I get some idea."

"Ah, well, Kat's outta the bag," Kat laughed at her own pun. "I'm not huge on formalities so we can skip all that if ye don't mind. Good tae meet ya, Master Warga. This is Annita and Bren, my companions. Candalaria told me ye'd be able tae help us figure out the details on some items we got in a Seed."

"Oh? Something like that is normally handled by someone at the Mercenary Association. What is it that needs my attention?" Warga asked, leaning forward.

"It's less the what an' more the how," Kat began. "See, well, I guess it's easier to show ye."

"By all means," Warga waved at a section of papers which gently floated off to an empty spot on a shelf nearby.

Annita took the pouch of gifts from Estvall and emptied them onto the desk in front of Warga, then placed the note down.

"It's, uh, not an easy thing to explain," Annita hedged.

Warga's eyebrows almost sprung free of his forehead as he read the letter. "This is real? What am I saying? I can confirm this is real, but how?"

"Long story short, I'm patroned by a Goddess and we've been working on some stuff regarding the seeds," Ann explained simply. "After we helped with this one, this pouch and letter showed up outside the Core."

"Quite suddenly," Bren confirmed. "I was on guard outside the Core's chamber and did not even notice the satchel's arrival."

"Fascinating. A gift from the Gods. Well, a specific God. Estvall. I think I read about him at some point. Minor forest god? Yeah, that was him. So, a piece of wood, a crystal, and a ream of bark. Yeah, that fits what he'd have access to." As Warga spoke mostly to himself, he picked up each of the objects, holding them aloft and rotating them in the light of the surrounding candles.

"I'm not going to press on the whole 'pushing back the darkness' part of the letter. I have a feeling I'll be learning about that soon enough. Now, let's start with the crystal."

Waving a hand, Warga brought over a piece of chalk and quickly drew a circle on the surface of his desk. Looking closely, Annita could see an array of runes woven into the circle and crisscrossing lines. He placed the crystal in the center of the circle and spoke a few words Annita couldn't understand. Warga's eyes flashed white at the same time as the circle for a split second before returning to normal. The man blinked rapidly, rubbing his eyes.

"Sorry, the flash always blinds me for a moment."

"Like the one when you choose a Path?" Annita asked, curious.

"Yeah, exactly. For some reason, identifying an object does the same blasted thing. Surprised someone of your age and apparent skill wasn't aware of that," Warga said as he opened his eyes wide, trying to focus his overloaded pupils.

"That's, uh," Annita started before Warga held up a hand.

"Probably a secret. Don't worry, Annita. Anyway, this is a wonderful gift. A healer's focus. It increases the efficiency of protective and restorative spells, as well as a slight boost to their potency. Ten percent for each effect."

Bren's eyes widened as he listened. "You're serious? That's incredible! Far better than what I have currently. Mine is only a five percent increase to healing efficiency."

"Yeah, I'm serious," Warga laughed. "I guess this is for you, then. I'd get that socketed into a wand as soon as you can. Or a staff if you prefer. Now, next is the stick."

He repeated the process, and the process of shaking the temporary blindness.

"Does closing your eyes help at all?" Annita asked.

"Nope! Sure doesn't," Warga grumbled. "Ok, so this is for a firearm. When fashioned into a stock, it will assist with aim and stability for rapid shots. It's large enough for a pistol from the looks of it. Guessing this one is yours, Annita." He handed the piece of wood to her.

"And lastly, Katlyn. Since these were each to your companions, I'd take a bet this is for you. Now then, time to blind myself again." Reaching out, he performed the identification again.

"Wonderful, truly. All right then, this is ironbark. When applied to armor or a shield, it will provide resistance to bludgeoning and slashing damage. Perfect for someone who takes damage. Is there anything else?" Warga looked at the three of them.

"No, you can save your eyes again," Annita laughed. "That's all we got that's important."

"The General said she'd cover the cost of identifying these, which is admittedly a very minor cost, but it's covered, nonetheless."

"Fantastic," Kat sighed, taking her bundle of ironbark. "Well, that's all we really had fer ya. I know ye probably have a million questions."

"Absolutely, can I ask one? Please?" Warga leaned forward excitedly. Even his fairly youthful looks seemingly growing younger.

Annita sighed, gesturing for him to continue.

"Which God or Goddess? Your Patron, I mean." He asked instantly.

"Orenous. Nice meeting you, Master Warga," Annita said with a bow as she turned to leave.

They all shuffled out of the room. Before the door closed, they heard Warga already rifling through books.

"Well, that's one more person who knows. If Candalaria trusts him, though, I guess we can too," Ann sighed as she descended to the main floor.

"Aye. He'll keep his gob shut, especially wit' me bein' in the room. Wouldn't cross the royal family. Bad fer one's health."

Kat voiced the threat so casually Annita did a double take at the words. "Really? It's like that?"

"Oh, I mean, I wouldn't do shit about 'im. Thing is, people who can't be trusted with secrets, 'specially one like this, are more dangerous tae other things they mighta been trusted wit'." Kat shrugged as they exited the building. "We've got some unfriendly neighbors tae the east an' west. Spies an' shit happen. If ye're important like he is, ye've got more responsibilities, an' risk more if ye choose tae betray those. It's cold, aye, but we need tae keep the people safe."

"So, like, assassins and stuff? Knives in the night? Poison in someone's drink?" Ann asked, an uneasy feeling growing in her stomach.

"Feck, no. Half the people at that level o' importance have some way o' dealin' wit' that shit. Most o' the time it's arresting, questionin' or interrogation dependin' on the person an' crime, then sentence tae jail or worse. Judges appointed by the crown oversee it all. It... mostly works all right." Kat sighed. "There're always greedy fucks who worm their way in tae spots o' power like that. The kingdom deals wit' it as the need arises."

"Well, I guess that's better. You sounded like you were going to give the man some concrete shoes and toss him in the harbor."

"I would not be aligned with Katlyn if that were the case," Bren said indignantly. "I do not know what concrete is, but it sounds like a back alley drowning. Very very illegal."

"Concrete is basically fast stone. You can pour some of it into a mould and it'll dry into heavy, hard stone. And yeah, that's what I meant."

"Well, now that we've cleared that up," Kat sighed, pointedly changing the subject, "Bren, got anythin' ye wanna do fer the rest o' the day? Should probably go commission our arms and armor wit' this stuff."

"Yes, that would be best. I do have some things I would ask Annita to join me on, however, that can wait until tomorrow. For now, shall we split up again, get our gear ordered, and return to the Association for dinner?"

"Sounds good to me," Ann shrugged.

They briefly discussed the best places to get their equipment handled and went their separate ways.

After stopping by their various shops, the three re-joined and ate a simple dinner before retiring for the night.

Kat and Ann hit their mattress hard. Neither of them speaking about how much they'd been looking forward to getting back here. They instinctively knew the other was ready as soon as they crossed the threshold, and clothes were being torn off before the door even closed.

"Gods, it's torture watching your ass in those pants all day," Ann gasped as Kat kissed her neck, pinning her on her back.

"An' ye think I'm spared wit' that tail swishin' in me face all day?" Kat murmured as she moved up Ann's chin, licking slowly before pushing her tongue between the Lupine's soft lips. "Just the smell o' ye drives me nuts."

Ann melted into the kiss, letting Kat take the lead for a short moment before tensing and rolling the Alf onto her back, looming over the smaller woman. "Not to mention, you in general. I wanted to take you so badly when we met up before lunch. That 'be mine' was one of the sweetest things anyone's said to me." She grinned wolfishly down at Kat before burying the woman with a barrage of kisses.

Kat giggled, hugging Ann's face between her breasts as she endured the assault. "An', ye agreed tae it. Feck. My wolf. My gorgeous, massive, gentle Ann. So damn considerate. Come back 'ere." Kat pulled Ann's face back to hers, kissing again, both women moaning into the action. "Keep it up, an' ye'll have me wrapped around that clawed pinkie o' yers."

"And my tough, strong, beautiful, caring Katlyn," Ann returned the sappy dialogue. "Couldn't ask for a better partner to start a new life with. Even before the fucking."

"Ye really do mean that," Kat hummed, kissing Ann's forehead as the latter returned to kissing her neck. "I mean, the fuckin's nice, but I'm happy wit' that. Partners. Girlfriends. Oh, oh, right there," Kat moaned as Ann found a sensitive patch of skin, causing the Guardian to arch beneath her, accidentally grinding her abs into Ann's stiff cock.

"Feck, Ann, oh I need ye again," Kat groaned, arching herself again and rubbing herself against the heat she felt pressed against her.

Grinning, Ann pulled back, just their foreheads touching, as she began to rub her length against Kat's inner thighs. "Feel good?" she teased.

"Ye feckin' know it does, ya damn tease," Kat hissed, trying to angle her hips to get more contact.

"So eager. Might just keep you like this for a bit. Squirming, panting, mmmm." Ann moaned as she felt Kat tense under her.

"Ye wouldn't..." Kat looked up to her, a playful fear in her icy blue eyes.

"Hmmm, maybe some other day," Ann said as she pulled her hips back, lining up on the second try, then sinking half her cock into Kat.

Kat sucked in air at the sudden massive intrusion, her muscles locking around Ann as she held on for dear life. "Feck, still crazy that can fit in me."

"Only half in, too. Thank you, Orenous," Ann offered as she pulled her hips back, feeling Kat's walls grip her tightly before pushing back in further than she was before. A loud moan from Kat spurring her further. Three more thrusts and she sank her full length in, feeling their pelvises meet.

Kat's eyes had become unfocused as she panted, sweating slightly at the effort of adjusting to the huge member nestled in her guts. "Feck, Ann, I'm ready, don't... don't stop."

Ann chuckled as she felt Kat's walls squeeze tighter, the velvet embrace resisting heavily as she drew her full length back and pushed back in experimentally. A loud moan and no resistance encouraged her to pick up the pace. Quickly, she was driving Kat into the mattress, hips slapping together as moans flowed from their throats.

Being on top this time, Ann leaned down and captured Kat's lips in a fierce kiss. As she did, she felt their breasts press together, nipples rubbing together as she moved. She felt Kat gasp as a jolt of pleasure shot out from the sensitive nub. Feeling Kat squeeze harder around her, she pulled back and used her increased flexibility to her advantage as she captured one of the Alf's nipples between her sharp teeth, biting gently.

Kat's reaction was exquisite. She sucked in her breath, arching her back to offer more of herself, while her insides contracted stronger than before. Ann had to hold herself back from exploding then and there, feeling the other woman's body beginning to milk her for her seed.

"Oh, you like that, huh? Like a little pain with the pleasure?" Ann asked, sucking the nipple further into her mouth before biting down again, a little harder this time.

"Feck yeah! Holy shit Ann, keep goin'. I'm.. Oh feck. I'm cummin'" Kat groaned as her body shook beneath Ann. Her arms and legs tightened around Ann's back and hips, lifting herself off the bed as she rode out her orgasm.

Ann released the nipple, letting the woman pull herself as close as she could before clamping down on Kat's shoulder, feeling her teeth pushing against the soft flesh, and never stopped plumbing Kat's depths.

"O-oh-Orenous above," Kat gasped as she was driven from one orgasm into another. A hand snapped from Ann's back, latching on to the back of her head and pulling her closer.

Encouraged, Ann bit in, feeling the skin give way a little, being careful not to dig too deep as she continued to rail Kat. The moan that rumbled through Kat made the Lupine grin as she kept her furious pace. She felt her cock being milked by orgasm after orgasm, she felt her stomach clenching and didn't hold back. One final thrust and a firm bite into Kat's shoulder and she came deep in the other woman.

Kat gasped at the feeling as Ann's seed rushed into her, legs locking around the other woman's hips, keeping Ann buried as deep as she could manage as Ann pulsed deep inside her.

Ann was lost in bliss. Nothing but the rushing feeling of her seed pumping furiously into Kat reached her senses as her eyes rolled back into her skull. Time melted away as she came. Eventually, she felt the stream subside, jets turning into streams, into dribbles. Kat had let go with her arms, but her legs were still holding Ann fast.

"Feck, ye really can fill a girl up," she laughed. "Thank the Gods ye can't get me pregnant fer now. That woulda definitely done the job. I can feel me leakin'!"

Ann felt her self twitch at the thought, and by Kat's raised eyebrow, she felt it too.

"Oh? Bit early fer thoughts like that, girlie. Get ye all excited? The thought o' puttin' a kid in me?" Another twitch. "Mmmf, that confirms it. Ye beast."

"You look at yourself and tell me that wouldn't be something you wouldn't think about," Ann countered, trying to pull back, but held in by Kat's thighs.

"Definitely fair," Kat sighed as she relaxed, allowing Annita to relax in turn.

"Cause, I swear, if we didn't have this whole quest thing, I'd love to just spend my days doing stuff with you. And doing you," Ann giggled as she kissed her girlfriend playfully, nuzzling into her neck. "You sure that didn't hurt too bad?" she asked as she traced the bite mark on Kat's shoulder.

"Nae, hurt just right. Shit, I knew I was into a bit o' that, but ye really set me off wit' it." She sighed and began to trace patterns across Ann's back with her fingers, sending thrills up her spine. "Anythin' ye're about?"

"Hmm," Ann paused for a second, thinking. "A lot of it came before I had this," she flexed the length of cock still in Kat, drawing a soft gasp, "but I still have all my equipment, so I guess we can play around with that too. I dunno, hair pulling? Liked that. Liked being smothered in a pair of massive thighs. Eating someone out while they ate me out was definitely fun. But, most of all, I really liked getting my partner off. Just something about making sure they were having so much fun and cumming their brains out drove me crazy."

"Ye'll hear no complaints from me," Kat giggled, hugging her larger partner, whispering in her ear. "An' I definitely like me hair pulled too."

Grinning, Ann backed off, taking charge again. "Hmm, is that so?"

Kat tried to pull her back, but Ann pushed her back onto the bed before taking her hips and rolling her onto her stomach.

"Back that gorgeous ass up," Ann ordered, smacking the muscled ass before her.

Moaning, Kat raised her hips, feeling Ann slide between her cheeks. Slowly she rocked them, cum and her own juices spreading thickly across her ass and pussy.

Impatiently, Ann aligned her cock with Kat's pussy and pushed in. In the same motion, she grabbed the Alf's hips and pulled her to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Kat buried her face in the pillow with a low moan. Her muscular back flexed as she felt herself spread wide once more, and Ann was lost for a moment as she watched it move.

By themselves, Ann's hips began to move, causing those rippling muscles to move more. It was almost hypnotic the way Kat's back moved. She could watch it for hours, but a gasp brought her out of her state. Leaning down, she took two of the Alf's long brown braids in a hand and pulled.

Kat's back arched readily, hoisted up by her hair as she rose to her hands. Grinning, Ann sped herself up, feeling Kat pushing back against her with every thrust. She hadn't gotten to do this the other night, and she marveled at the ripples flowing up Kat's ass cheeks before disappearing into her lower back. Fuck, this woman was incredible, and she needed to show her how much.

Pulling harder, she brought Kat's head back further by her scalp, until she was all but standing, suspended by Ann's hold on her hair. Releasing her hold for a moment, Ann adjusted her grip deeper to claw at the roots of Kat's hair, getting complete control of her head. Turning it, she brought their faces together and sunk into another deep kiss. Kat's arms, which had been hanging to her sides, reached up and pulled Ann's face deeper into the kiss.

Bouncing the woman against herself, she could feel her already sensitive cock pulsing as another orgasm readied itself. Kat, for all she'd cum in their first round, hadn't yet this time. That wasn't allowed. With their lips still locked, Ann took advantage of her long arms and reached down between Kat's thighs. After searching for a moment, she found the small nub of the woman's clit. Kat moaned intensely into her lips as she began to play with the sensitive button, rubbing her fingers in quick circles as she continued to fuck into the divine pussy wrapped around her.

With a deep moan of her own, Ann felt her orgasm start, her cum rushing up her cock as she pounded harder into Kat. Desperately, she sped up her attentions to Kat's clit, trying to bring her to her peak as quickly as she could. She felt the first jets of cum spray from herself and a moment later, Kat clamped down hard on her. Hands frozen, Ann held them both there, feeling them both shaking as they rode their ecstasy together.

Eventually, Ann let go of Kat's lips, both of them desperately drawing breath as they came down. She slowly lowered them both to the bed, not bothering to pull out of Kat, and snuggled into her.

"Every night gonna be like this?" Kat gasped, aftershocks of her orgasm rocking her body.

"Do you want it to be?" Ann panted back.

"More time with ye? I'll take all I can get," Kat sighed, relaxing before another aftershock made her tense up. "Oh, that feels amazin'."

"Then yeah," Ann said, kissing the back of Kat's hair. "Definitely a regular thing."

"Good," Kat replied with a yawn. "I'm feckin' knackered. Ye really take it outta me."

"Mmm, me too," Ann yawned herself. "Feel kinda bad for the housekeeping, leaving messes like this."

"Can just tip... 'em... extra," Kat said softly, her voice beginning to trail off as her eyes drooped.

"Sweet dreams," Ann whispered, pulling Kat close.

"Sleep... sweet," Kat mumbled as she drifted off.

Chapter 27: Scholarly Pursuits

The morning was much the same as the day before. Ann woke with Kat still snuggled into her. Their combined fluids had glued their hips together, and it was uncomfortable to separate as Ann stretched. Kat grumbled wordlessly to herself.

"Mornin', sunshine," Ann teased the drowsy Alf. "We really need to start washing up before we pass out if we're going to be making this much of a mess."

"Mmm, aye," Kat agreed blearily, slowly sitting up. "Was really fun though."

Ann got up and started the bath, helping Kat in when it was ready. They cleaned themselves, dressed, and joined Bren for breakfast.

Kat informed them she had more to do in the city. Performing and leading some training with the guard that was annoyingly expected of her, so she'd be stuck for the day.

"That does leave me an opportunity," Bren said as Kat relayed the news. "Annita, if you would not mind, I would ask that you join me in visiting a couple of districts you have yet to see. Namely, the Temple Ward and what the Keep calls a library. The first, to better familiarize you with the major Deities of the world, and the second because I have questions regarding your experiences."

"Sounds good to me," Annita agreed as she chewed. "I'd need to see a temple to Orenous at some point. She expects me to be her avatar here, and not be quiet about it. Once we figure out how the higher ups want to deal with that reveal, I'm probably going to be real popular in the temple."

"Yes, you most certainly will," Bren chuckled.

They finished their meals, said their goodbyes to Kat for the day, and headed north towards the main Keep. Skirting the walls to the other side of the massive structure, they came upon a cluster of ornate buildings. Nine buildings stood in two rows of four with one at the end, along a wide central park, crisscrossed by walking paths.

"Welcome to the Temple Ward, Annita." Bren introduced her. "As you can see, each of the major Gods and Goddesses has a temple erected in their honor. The largest building at the end is dedicated to the multitude of minor Deities."

They made their way down to the park set between the large structures. The field itself seemed to be immaculately constructed and cared for. Noticing her glancing around, Bren cleared his throat.

"This open area is actually a temple itself. It is dedicated to Eas, God of the Wind and Speed. They are as formless as the wind itself, so a traditional temple structure does not fit as well as the other Gods."

"Oh, interesting. I remember someone I bumped into cursing that name. Now I get why." Annita laughed nervously.

"If you were going quickly, that does make sense. Moving on to our right at the end is Nerena. She holds domain over the oceans and all life within. She is actually fairly active in the world, according to her priests. The Warped and Seeds do not solely exist on dry land. Her servants in the seas constantly do battle with the Warped, maintaining control and providing safety to sailors."

The building was made of wood in its entirety. One of the very few in the city to claim as much. Fountains dotted the grounds, featuring pools and statues of various sea life. The front of the building was fashioned to resemble the hull of a ship, with thick wooden doors leading further in. It seemed quiet, but Ann supposed that was due to the area being landlocked.

"A mutated seahorse has to be a sight," Ann pondered as they strolled along a path. "All sorts of stuff down there that's a nightmare even without being corrupted."

"Yes, I am sure," Bren chuckled. "Were people of your time familiar with the depths?"

"No, actually. We surprisingly knew more about up there," she gestured to the sky, "than what was in the oceans. Like, we could get down there, but not stay any extended periods of time."

"Fascinating. Then our time may very well know more than yours did. Moving on, we have the temple of Nylir. Goddess of the darker side of the emotional spectrum. She is in most ways the opposite of Orenous, and claims warfare under her umbrella as well. Many a warrior will pray to her in times of conflict, and she is popular with those going through strife in their lives."

The building covered in columns of marble that reminded Ann a lot of the Parthenon. The priests that flitted to and fro were armed and armored, with clear markings of their Goddess upon their cloaks. It did not seem to be a warm place, but a place to test one's self.

"Oh, I saw a statue of her when Kat and I were out on our date." Ann interjected. "She's pretty hot in a fully armored, can kill me in a second type of way."

"I guess I can see the appeal?" Bren asked, not sounding convinced. "She was never a Goddess I took much interest in."

"Yeah, that makes sense, knowing you. She seems more up Kat's alley, to be honest."

"Indeed, though I wonder if that's changed." Bren grinned at her slyly.

"No idea why that would be," Ann said innocently, glancing anywhere but Bren.

"You know, now that we are on the subject, I do approve of the two of you." Bren continued, keeping his steady pace and staring straight ahead. "My harsher words the other day were to warn of my protectiveness. Like I have said, she is a sister to me."

"Yeah, I get it. Was the same with my siblings and the friends that became family back home," Ann sighed, stuffing her hands in her pockets as she kept pace.

"Then you also likely understand the feeling when they find someone for themselves. The small pang of fear that they will be hurt, the joy that they have someone who brings them happiness, the fear that you will grow apart."

Ann stopped suddenly at the last part. "Hey, I've got no intention of getting in the way of you two staying close. Just for the record."

Bren, to his credit, laughed and waved away her concerns. "No, I know. Still, the irrational fear creeps in, unbidden. Life is frustrating like that. All of that being said, yes, I do enjoy how well you two are getting along. I feel she sees a kindred spirit in you. Someone who is out to help those around her, and will bring her places and show her things she might never have before. Also, undoubtedly, freedom from the yoke of her birth. Being royalty has long weighed on her, even if she tries to hide it."

"She tries to hide it?" Ann asked incredulously, remembering Kat's behaviour at the gate. "Seems like she was letting it be pretty well known."

"Oh, to us, certainly. You did, however, see how she handled the nobles. Dismissing them quickly, but politely. It is a skill she has practiced for many decades now, and I daresay she is an expert at it." As he spoke, they came to a bench, which Bren took a seat on, staring up at the next temple. "I hope she finds the life she has sought with you, Annita. I harbour doubts that our meeting in that old mansion was mere coincidence. Not when the Gods are at play."

"You and me both," Ann nodded as she took a seat next to him. "I know Orenous talked about not being able to be everywhere, and the gods seem to be pretty fallible considering the whole apocalypse they caused, but she felt like she was playing matchmaker there."

"It does seem to be consistent with her personality. Which, by the way, I was not expecting to be so... free."

"Yeah, she's strange, right? Kinda motherly, but also really horny, then super sweet and caring." Ann laughed, remembering her encounters with the Goddess.

"Indeed. I always expected the Gods to be proper. Avatars of might and propriety. To speak like the enlightened beings they are. She is far more human than my mental picture."

"Probably because of her domain. Gotta be down to earth to deal with everything happening when someone falls in love. I dunno. I'm just glad she's friendly. Helped out when I was dealing with the whole coma thing. Just wandering in an empty void for what felt like forever, to find someone so comforting? It was exactly what I needed."

"I can imagine. So, yes, I have stated my feelings about things. I hope we can get along as well."

"No complaints here, man. You've been a solid source of information, healing, and just a reliable guy so far. Feels good to have you around." Ann elbowed him gently.

Laughing, Bren righted himself. "Good. Sometimes I can overlook social cues and need to speak on matters to make sure. Shall we continue the tour?"

"Yeah, who's next in the pantheon?" Ann asked, offering a hand and helping Bren stand.

"The Deity that I most identify with, actually. They are an interesting existence and Orenous mentioned them in our conversation. This is the temple of Qu'sella. They are a dual god, focusing on magic and knowledge. Since the domains are so closely intertwined, Qu and Sella had become two in one. Qu takes the form of a wizened witch and is the matron of magic. She guides all of humanity's mages in their endeavours and seeks to prevent the misuse of the arts."

"Sounds pretty neat. I'm guessing the left portion of the temple is hers? Looks more, I don't know, magicy." Ann said as she looked at the building before them.

The left side was structured like a tower, but with several extensions jutting off it at angles that should not be possible, and must be magically suspended. Through the windows, she could see many people moving back and forth, going about their duties and studies. The right was more austere. It honestly looked like her old university's main building. The black brick work and clean white trim made up a four storied building with windows and balconies scattered across its facade.

"You would be correct," Bren confirmed. "And the right side belongs to Sella. He is the master of knowledge. Patron of researchers and scholars of all kinds. All academic knowledge flows both to him and from him. I have spent much of my time in the libraries stored within his temples."

"Was that where you holed up yesterday?" Ann asked as they began to walk again.

"Yes, it is the best place to perform historical research in this area. Sadly, not much was found in my efforts. Anyway, up next is Illdall. He is the god of valor and protection. Another that Kat has an affinity with. More than the others, I'm certain."

"Gotta always have one of those Gods, huh?" Annita mumbled.

"Sorry? I do not believe I understand your meaning," Bren asked, a quizzical look crossing his face.

"Oh, right, just this kind of God is really common in stories from my time. God of the just, the glorious protector, heroes and whatnot. Usually really stuck up and righteous."

"Ah, that would make sense. Who better to inspire the children than the paragons of virtue."

"Eeeeh, virtue could be debated there. Some were self righteous pricks, so convinced they were doing the right thing they didn't listen to others. Though, yeah, there were plenty of stories about the good guys, too."

"How I wish I could read some of the texts from your time. The stories, the histories, the fictions. Just a whole different existence and those who perceived it."

"Yeah, there was a lot to read, for sure," Ann sighed. "We had a system set up to let people share information globally, almost instantly. We called it the internet. Anyone could access pretty much anything in history at any time. You know what a lot of people did with that? Wrote porn." She chuckled. "The gift of all the knowledge we'd accumulated, and people were just focused on getting off."

"That is not something that has changed over the millenia, I admit. There is no shortage of rag publications that appeal to the carnal side of people. Some even sanctioned by the temple of Orenous, which is actually that one."

Bren pointed to another building. This one was, fittingly, a gorgeous building. Black stone rose and curved in arches that held a roof over a wide garden. Low hedges wound in patterns around patches of snow, and benches lined what Annita assumed were walkways. Statues of nude men and women decorated the grounds. Looking through them, Annita was happy to see that all races seemed to be represented in various couplings. Men and women embraced, two women, two men. The church clearly did not judge someone's orientation.

Past that was a building of the same black stone, more curving arches, but walled in this time. Annita assumed this was the main building.

"Mind if we go in for a minute? I want to see what the actual temple looks like." Annita asked as she began to make her way toward the building.

"Let's." Bren said with a smile as he followed along.

Pushing the wooden doors open, Annita was greeted with a warm rush of perfumed air. Moving inside, the entryway was brightly lit with several glowing crystals, casting a warm yellow light over the dark stone. Hooks were set up on the walls to hang coats and hats, and benches for resting were provided. Seated at the reception desk ahead, a priest flipped through her records. Her robes were well fitting, from what Annita could see over the counter. They accentuated her body, hugging her curves, and had a deep cut neckline showing off her ample cleavage.

"That normal? The outfit?" Ann asked Bren quietly.

"Yes, it is for this denomination, at least. Goddess of love, beauty and sex. The mental portion is understated, at least to a casual observer. I would not be surprised if that tome contained studies on behaviour and the like."

"Smart and sexy, nice," Annita said with a grin as she approached the counter.

"Good morning! Oh, my, you are certainly easy on the eyes," the priestess gasped as she took an obvious look up and down Annita. "Can I help you with anything?"

Blushing slightly at the attention, Annita cleared her throat. "Not really. I'm just looking around. Could I see the rest of the temple?"

"Absolutely!" the priestess said with almost too much enthusiasm as she stood. "My name is Britt, short for Brittany. I can show you around if you'd like."

"That'd be awesome, thanks."

Britt led them through a pair of double doors into the next chamber. It was large, with a sweeping, arched ceiling. Two rows of benches led up to a pulpit, an altar, and a large statue of what Annita assumed was the temple's interpretation of Orenous. She was depicted as an Alfhindur this time, with a prodigious bust, wide hips, and a sheer cloth barely preserving her modesty, though it seemed to make her more enticing. Along the sides of the rooms, several doors lead off into other wings.

"So, welcome to the main chamber for worship. We've got sermons scheduled regularly, one in the mornings, one in the evenings. You're late for the morning and it's way too early for the evening," Britt said with a bubbly energy. "You can obviously see the statue of the Goddess. Off to the sides there, through the doors, are other wings of the temple. Private prayer rooms, housing for the priesthood, and records storage. We do offer private sermons, and have plenty of privacy for any more sensitive matters people wish to discuss with our members. Being a temple dedicated to love, beauty, sex, and the other aspects of Orenous, we regularly hear the prayers of those looking for love, or to deal with their libidos. Not really things that people like to be spread around, so privacy is key. It's an odd gathering here, but we're tight knit and do our best to spread the word of our Goddess."

Annita listened passively, scanning around the room as Britt laid out the functions of the temple. "I get the whole love thing. Praying for a partner of some kind. How's the sex part factor in?"

"Oh that's simple. Issues with intimacy, conception, too high, or too low libido are frequent concerns brought before the Goddess. We do the best we can to help either through our Paths or through alchemical means. Everyone should be free to love who they love and enjoy their bodies to their fullest."

"You have a horny priest?" Annita asked incredulously.

"Oh, that's a bit of a crass way of putting it, but yes. We do have a few members, myself included actually, who can stoke or sooth one's libido. The effects are temporary, but it is something that is a frequent request."

"Huh," Annita grunted, recognizing the similarity to her own Stoke the Flames. "So, none of that stuff happens here in the temple though, right?"

"I... wouldn't say that..." Britt said hesitantly. "It's kinda part of the Goddess' whole thing. And these robes?" She tugged at her neckline. "They really do show off our best features. We're all people, and we've been given these desires for a reason. That being said, precautions are taken to make sure things stay harmonious. Consent is everything and no one is to do anything they do not wish to. Anyone caught in such a situation is excommunicated from all temples of Orenous, along with an immediate report to the local authority."

"Well, that's a relief. Sounds like free love is all the rage here, huh?" Annita asked as she meandered around the building, looking into the side rooms.

"Oh absolutely. Whoever wants to love another, however they would like. We support all types and all combinations," Britt giggled. As she walked, Annita couldn't help but notice Britt's gait was doing something amazing for her ass. The tight robes hugging her every curve, and her hips swaying seductively. "All combinations." Britt winked over her shoulder.

Bren hiked an eyebrow at the obvious flirting, eyes darting between the two.

"Britt, girl, you've got a great body, and if I was more available, I'd take you up, but not the case anymore." Ann said, scratching behind one of her ears.

"Aw, that sucks," Britt sighed, disappointed. "Well, if you're ever in the need for a priestess who knows what she's doing, you know where to find me." As she spoke, the bright smile returned.

"I'll keep it in mind," Annita chuckled, drawing a bit closer to Bren for reassurance.

"Anything else you want to see?" Britt asked.

"Nope, I think that's all I needed for now," Annita said as she turned to the door.

"Then may Orenous keep you happy and healthy! Good luck with your relationship!" Britt called after them as she waved enthusiastically.

Outside, the pair stopped for a moment. "I dare say she thought we were the couple," Bren burst out laughing.

"Gods, she probably did, didn't she? Oh, that'll be fun if Kat and I ever come back here for whatever reason."

"Oh! So that's who you were with! Now I get it!" Bren said, imitating Britt's high-pitched voice between laughs.

"You ever get told you've got a weird sense of humor?" Kat asked as they resumed their walk back to the main field.

"Frequently, however, it is who I am. I can not do anything about it. Thankfully, I have people in my life who enjoy it." Bren sighed, looking up at the sky as he walked. "I know I am strange. People do not speak the way I do, I can come off as distant. It has been how I have been brought up. To embrace my differences, for that is what makes me unique. Interesting. I admit there are times where I wish I was more of the social type, like Katlyn, but I think she makes up for both of us in that arena."

"Yeah, she sure does. But, also, once you get past the cold outer shell, you're pretty cool to be around, too. Really different, for sure, but fun in your own way," Ann said with a grin, wrapping a long arm around his shoulders, pulling him in for a chaste hug.

"I'm here for you, too. You and Kat are the only people I know in this world. Well, the longest I've known in this time. I'd be a damn fool to let you go." Ann grinned, looking over the shorter man's head.

"I appreciate the gesture. Truly. Though I really do need to start meeting women my age sometime."

"I never thought of that," Ann laughed, releasing him. "I'm what, five thousand twenty three? Kat is in her fifties? Need to find you a twenty something."

"There is no urgency, I assure you," Bren said smiling brightly as they walked.

"Oi, hold up!" they heard a shout coming from behind them.

Running up to them, Kat braced herself on her knees, panting. "Thought I'd find ye two here. Feck, one sec." She took a minute, catching her breath.

"Looks like plans tae go meet the witch lady 'ave been moved up. Reports o' a major warped in the area came through. Urgency o' the request was increased. Longest we can delay is tomorrow."

"Well, at least I'll get my armor before that," Ann sighed.

Chapter 28: Armor Amour

"Well, that throws a wrench in things," Ann sighed. "Sorry Bren, I promise we'll have our history talk on the way there. Stuff keeps happening."

"Such is the way of the world," Bren said, a slight glint of eagerness at the promise. "Is there anything we should know, Katlyn?"

"Well, there's not too much that came through. It's big, whatever it is. Scared the shite outta the locals, so it's not a Spinebear or something like that. They should be used tae those. They wanted tae give us backup, but I staved it off with the promise we'd be tryin' tae get the local witch fer help." Kat said, leading them by default back into the city proper.

"I don't think anything but our weapons or the rest of our stuff is going to be done by tomorrow," Ann pointed out, keeping pace with Kat as she walked quickly.

"Nae, gonna have tae deal with what we've got. Bren, wanna come wit' tae pick up Ann's armor?"

"I don't see why not?"

"Think it'll be ready, Ann?"

"Hells if I know," Ann shrugged as they turned toward the craftsmen district.

It wasn't long before they reached the disheveled storefront once more. Bren gave the place a disapproving look, but shrugged as they entered.

"Riva? You here?" Ann called out as she ducked into the cluttered shop.

"Oh, fuck, yeah! That you, wolf girl?" a voice cracked out from the back.

"Yeah, it's me and friends. Take your time."

"Cool, I'll be out there in like, half an hour or something? Just, uh, take a seat and I'll be out. Almost done."

Chuckling, Ann found a mostly comfortable pile of furs to sit on, while Bren and Kat made themselves as comfortable as possible with what they could find.

"This place is a mess. How did you decide to be outfitted here?" Bren asked disapprovingly.

"People recommended her. I asked around, and they said she'd be the best I could ask for." Ann shrugged. "Figure the people around here would know best."

"I mean, ye're right about that, just didn't expect it tae be such a mess." Kat said, curiously picking through hides.

As they waited, Bren filled Ann in on the rest of the Gods they'd not been able to get to.

Bryltia was apparently the Goddess of the hunt and the patron Deity to the Thrundol. She was known as a wild goddess who constantly sought greater challenges and urged her adherents to do the same. Many worshiped her, from soldiers sent to fight the Warped, to the more mundane of hunters. She was usually depicted as a Thrundol with wild dreadlocks and antlers, eyes always scanning the horizon for the next adventure.

Voltid, up next, was the God of the earth and forge. Patron of the Grrn. He was a slow god. Embodying the patience and skill required of a blacksmith, he was a big deal in Korvas with its multitude of craftspeople and mining culture. If he was depicted, it was in the form of either a Grrn or a literal mountain.

Lastly, Bren explained that there were innumerable minor Gods. They usually presided over certain areas and creatures. An example of it being Estvall and his region of woods. Some presided over rivers, lakes, birds, fish, mountains, planes. The list went on and on. They were worshiped in the general temples, like the one placed at the end of the lines of temples. If it was a smaller city or village, they'd have altars set up for the nearby Gods in some way shape or form.

During the middle of the explanation on the minor Gods, Riva had made her way out of the back with a bundle of black leather and had cleared a section of counter by tossing the furs to the side. Not interrupting, she set out the pieces of armor across the only clean space in the shop.

"Ah, you're done," she said as the conversation ended. "You must really be from out of town if you don't know all that," she chuckled at Ann. "Now get over here. Need to make sure I got it all right for ya. Strip."

Looking over at Bren, who shrugged, Annita pulled off her loose shirt, tossing it and her kilt into a small pile.

Riva bustled over, carrying what looked like the top of the outfit. It was almost a corset, made of thick studded leather. As she knelt for the Inlon to get it on her, she noticed that while it hugged her body, it never pinched, never pulled on anything, and most importantly, didn't squash the fur running down her back. Above the corset, covering her chest, parts of her shoulders, and about half her neck was a span of leather that looked like it was fashioned out of several strips cleanly stitched together. The whole chest piece was split down her left side, with ties to fasten it to herself. The shoulder and neck pieces utilized small but sturdy clasps to stay in place.

The arm pieces were the same black leather as the rest of the outfit and fashioned as evening gloves. She pulled each on, testing their flexibility as she flexed her arms and fingers. They were smooth, with pads on the elbows and knuckles for unexpected falls or collisions, similarly studded. They fit, and Annita berated herself for the pun, like a glove. No restrictions whatsoever, but she did notice the tips of the fingers were closed off.

"Hey, Riva. How hard would it be to cut out the tip of the fingers? My fingernails can extend into claws." Ann asked, pulling a glove off and demonstrating.

"Fuck me, that's a neat trick," Riva swore as she pulled the hand down to her level. She looked over the extended weapons for a minute, muttering to herself, before releasing Annita's hand. "That'll be easy. Ten minutes or so. Just need to cut out the part and reinforce the edges there. Probably gonna have colder hands, but you said that wasn't a problem for you, so fuck it. Try on the rest, they're easy. Be right back." With that, she shuffled back into the back room. A crash was heard as she moved things off to the sides of whatever she was working on.

"She's a feckin' great time," Kat laughed as she watched Ann put on the black leather skirt. It went down to the Lupine's shins, flaring out comfortably for her hips. Several thicker strips dangled from the belt, connected by sheets of cloth and leather alternating in horizontal stripes down the length. To keep it light, but still durable, Riva had explained. Running her hands down the sides, she felt loops set into the sides for something to be held. Not enough for a holster or her scabbard, but maybe a couple knives or potions.

"Ye can turn around, Bren." Kat called to the man who had pointedly kept his back turned.

Ann finished up, strapping the shin guards over her canine lower legs, pulling them tight. A low whistle from Kat as she looked her over brought a blush to her cheeks.

"So, you approve?" Ann asked, running her hands over herself, feeling a stirring between her legs.

"Damn right I do," Kat returned, walking over and running her hands over Ann's leather clad body. "Damn sexy. Not a piece o' ye left tae the imagination. Except this, I guess," she grinned, grabbing between Ann's legs and drawing a grasp from the taller woman.

"One track mind on you," Ann grinned, pulling Kat in for a kiss.

This, of course, was when Riva decided to come back with the gloves. "Oh! So that's who you were talking about. Shit, I didn't stand a chance," she laughed her raspy laugh.

"Don't be too hard on yourself," Ann grinned back.

"Aye, if it weren't fer me bein' selfish, I'd imagine ye'd already have a tumble wit' 'er," Kat grinned, hugging Annita closer.

"Well, I'm not one to get in the middle of two lovely ladies. Not that I'd mind being in between you, now that I say it. Shit, sorry. Anyway, here are the gloves. They'll be perfect for your claws."

"Thanks, I really mean it," Ann said, looking down at the Inlong who stood with her hands on her wide hips, admiring her work.

"Fuck, the helmet and mask, one sec." Riva dashed back into her workshop and returned with another couple black pieces of leather. "C'mere you massive mutt," she beckoned down.

Ann knelt down and Riva secured the helmet over her head, making sure her ears were comfortable, and adjusting her hair to flow out the back in a plume. She then took a polished half mask out. The thing was formed in the shape of a wolf's muzzle, a toothy snarl engraved into the surface. Taking it in both hands, she pushed it up over Ann's face and clipped it over the fasteners in the helmet, tugging to make sure it was secure.

"There, that really ties it all together. What'cha think, girlfriend?" she asked as she turned to Kat.

"I would jump 'er bones here an' now," Kat purred, licking her lips. "Ye really didn't hold back on showin' 'er body off, did ye? The mask is a good touch too. Proper fierce an' protective. I approve."

"Then that's that, oh yeah, and the fittings for enchantments. You've got a couple inlaid in your shoulders, one on each glove, on the shin guards since you don't do shoes, and two in the helmet. Should hold up to some serious enchantments, but if you run into troubles, come on back and I can figure it out." Riva said with a satisfied look.

"You really haven't gotten any sleep have you?" Ann asked, a concerned look crossing her eyes. "You're all over the place."

"Not a wink! Though that'll be fixed here, soon. Pay time. Two gold, as promised, fifty silver for the enchantment slots." Riva held out her hand.

Smiling, Ann handed the woman her due, which was quickly deposited into a pouch on her belt.

"Pleasure doing business with you. And pleasure meetin' you, ah..." Riva trailed off, extending her hand to Katlyn.

"Katlyn," she smiled, shaking the offered hand.

"No shit? Heard the princess was in town, didn't expect her to come to my little place. Or her girlfriend. Well, good to meet you all the same. Now, if you don't mind, I need to go be unconscious for a few hours," Riva said with a wide yawn.

"See you later!" Ann called as they were waved out the front door.

"Well, she took that surprise in stride." Bren chuckled.

"Aye, I'll give 'er credit fer that. An' I see why ye were tempted tae take 'er up on that offer, Ann. She's a small thing, but she's got a fine set o' assets on 'er."

"You approve?" Ann teased her lover.

"Maybe in the future, when I'm feelin' less greedy wit' me girlfriend," Kat laughed back, elbowing Ann's side.

"Not much else I've got left to do today. It's getting a bit later. Should we just turn in early and head out early?" Ann asked as they walked.

"Nay, should be good tae settle in, get ye off, and pass out," Ann said, drawing close to Ann as they walked, wrapping a muscular arm around her leather clad body.

"Save it for the bedroom, if you would please," Bren grumbled. "I do agree that we should get an early start if things are as urgent as that report made them out to be."

"Ye just want yer history talk, ye liar," Kat ribbed him.

"I simply wish to protect the land and do it as expediently as possible," Bren huffed.

"Uh huh," Ann laughed as she hugged Kat closer.

A short time later, Ann and Kat were in bed, lights turned down and leather stripped. Their previous nights had been hot and heavy, but the energy tonight was different. They had time.

"Your eyes are really something," Ann said softly, tracing a finger across Kat's brow. They'd wound up just laying in bed, facing each other, slowly running their hands over the other's body.

"Mm, yeah, so're yers, such a beautiful green," Kat whispered back as her hand idly traced through Ann's strip of fur running down her back.

"So, you like the armor?"

"Feck, yeah, I do," Kat blushed. "Just really hugs yer, well, everythin'."

"Gonna be a problem?" Ann asked, kissing Kat's nose gently.

"Nae, not unless me wantin' tae jump ye after a fight is a problem."

"Hmm, nope. Not a problem then," Ann giggled. "Cause I'm gonna be real. My blood is pumping after a fight. Wouldn't be hard to change where that energy is pointed."

"So I'm hearin' after we deal wit' whatever the Warped winds up bein, we find a nice," Kat slid her hand down, gripping Ann's ass for emphasis, drawing a gasp, "private" the hand moved to her outer thigh, "clearin'. Strip naked, all hot an' sweaty," her hand moved between Ann's legs, bypassing her cock, and cupping her pussy, fingers teasing her entrance, "an' feck each other's brains out." As she finished, she slid two fingers into Ann effortlessly.

The Lupine tensed, her back arching instinctively, letting Kat get a better angle. "Oh, oh fuck yeah, that sounds awesome," she gasped as the fingers began to pump inside her.

At the agreement to the plan, Kat's grip tightened, holding her palm firmly to Ann's clit as she stared into the hooded green eyes before her. "Mmm, you, me, under the sky, fuckin' like wild animals." She increased the pace as she spoke, pulling Ann along.

Ann felt her breath quickening, her chest heaving, and the heat in her stomach growing. "Kat, oh, fuck, yes. More, more, please," she whispered, pressing her forehead to her lover's.

"Feelin' the snow beneath yer back, the sound o' animals nearby," Kat murmured into one of Ann's twitching ears as she added a third finger, all three moving to find the spots that got the best reactions from Ann's body.

"Taking... taking you, up against a tree. Like I wanted to before," Ann gasped between moans. For not being as dexterous as Ann was, Kat's strength and the pressure she could exert on her body more than made up for it. She was quickly falling apart, her core tightening, cock throbbing, and inner walls contracting rhythmically.

"Mmm, yeah, I wanted that too," Kat purred as she felt Ann start to falter. Her hand picked up more speed while the other reached up behind Ann, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back. She leaned in and kissed the Lupine's exposed neck. "Feelin' the bark against me back, scrapin' while ye fill me wit' yer seed. Wanna give me a taste now, Ann? Wanna give me what I'm askin' fer?"

With a deep growl, Ann moved, rolling Kat on her back, taking both her hands and pinning her to the bed. Without ceremony, she lined her cock up and sank balls deep into Kat.

"Oh, there she is," Kat grinned after her eyes re-focused. "There's me wolf. C'mon an' take me ye beast."

Needing no further invitation, Ann started to move, keeping Kat pinned beneath her. She didn't allow Kat to adjust, no time to breathe or get used to the massive girlcock inside her. She pounded into the velvety folds.

"Gods, you know how to get me going," Ann grunted as she clapped her hips against Kat's.

"That... was... the point..." Kat gasped out between thrusts that shook her whole body. "Feck I love it when ye let loose. C'mon. Harder."

Growling, Ann reached down, her body enveloping Kat's as her hands grabbed the Guardian's ass and roughly began pulling Kat against her in time with each thrust.

"That... oh that's it Ann. Right there, right, right, oh feck, yes!" Kat cried out as she was manhandled.

Ann felt the woman tighten around her, an orgasm rocking the Alf as her eyes lost focus, and her muscles lost control. Something in her loved that feeling, feeling Kat lose herself in the pleasure. It made her want to go harder, take more, make the woman feel better, make herself feel better in the process.

Ann stopped thinking, all that was left was her growls, groans and the moans from both of them as she continued to Rut into her lover. Not long after, Ann felt her own climax approaching.

"Kat, oh, fuck, I'm cumming," she gasped.

"Fill me, oh fill me Ann, all the way, deep, feck."

"I'm cumming. Kat, oh, oh oh fuck!" Ann cried out as she felt Kat's legs lock behind her, pulling her as deep as she could get the pulsing girlcock. A torrent of seed splashed inside Kat, eliciting a deep, satisfied moan before quickly overflowing and dripping out of her. Ann stayed locked in. Not wanting to leave her lover's warm embrace for a second.

A few minutes later, they laid there, panting, sweaty, and all kinds of sticky. Their foreheads had pressed together, and as they relaxed, they fell into a deep kiss.

"Ye're feckin' amazin'," Kat breathed, tightening her arms around Ann slightly.

"Says the woman who got me all riled up," Ann giggled breathlessly. "I don't want to, but we should probably get cleaned up and pass out if we're heading out early tomorrow."

"Awww," Kat whined, hugging tighter. "Carry me tae the bath?"

Ann rolled her eyes, and kissed her girlfriend again. "Sure thing princess. Ow!" she exclaimed as Kat nipped at one of her nipples.

"None o' that," she said, with a blushing grin betraying her true feelings.

Laughing, Ann picked her lover up and carried her to the bathroom.

A relaxing soak in the warm water later, they both returned to the bed, taking a spare set of sheets that had been left them, and snuggling in together. Slowly, their breathing slowed, hearts beating together as they drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 29: Excursion

True to their word, the trio set out at first light. It was another freezing morning. Clear, bright, and harsh. The icy snow crunched under Ann's paws as they made their way northwest by the sun.

They spent most of the morning talking about what Kat had been up to. General Polaris had her going over reports of troop movements, Warped activity in the region, supply levels and other incredibly boring statistics according to Kat.

On the lunch break, which really meant pausing to pull out rations and keep walking, Bren broached the subject he'd clearly been holding back on.

"Annita, I really must ask about your time some more. I admit my curiosity has been eating at me," he grinned a bit sheepishly, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, we've been dancing around that, haven't we? Anything you want to start with?" Ann asked with a chuckle.

"Well, start with your normal day. We can learn a lot about someone by their routine. I would like to hear yours."

"All right, but it's pretty boring," Ann sighed, thinking back. "I'd wake up at 8 a. m. I'm supposed to get up at 7:30 but I keep snoozing my alarm."

"Pardon, snoozing an alarm?" Bren interjected.

"That was slang for turning off the little bell or sound that we used to wake us up. You just wanted to snooze a bit longer, so it got attributed to the action," Annita explained. After Bren nodded, she continued. "Oh, and thank the Gods you all kept the timekeeping we did. Makes this so much easier. Anyway, after that I'd sit up and stare at my floor, trying to get the drive to stand up and start my day. My cat Pixel would always come over and demand pets, shoving her head into me until I gave her what she wanted."

"From there I'd get into the shower, use it to wake up and clean up. I'd get out, get dressed, get on my makeup, say good morning to the other cat, Emeril. Then, I'd grab something quick to eat and head out the door around 9. I catch the bus, a form of public transport for people, and get to work. Once there, I'd check in, say hi to Megan and Todd, get some coffee to try to waste more time, then sit down and start answering calls on my computer."

"What are..." Bren started.

Ann held up a hand. "Honestly, I could talk about what a computer is for a very long time. I guess we've got the time, but for now, just think of it as a magic book that can connect anyone and everything."

Bren nodded. "It sounds incredible. These were common, then?"

"Yeah. Pretty much everyone had one. Some of them we made were as small as this." Ann held up her hands to form the rough rectangle of a smartphone.

"Yer sure that wasn't magic?" Kat asked, joining the conversation.

"Yeah. It was all electricity tricking rocks into thinking. Fuck, it might as well have been," Ann sighed. "Anyway, I'd sit there in a chair for eight mind-numbing hours listening to people having problems with a product we provided to them and trying to help them. Honestly, I hated the fucking job. The only saving grace was being able to draw while I listened to people." Ann sighed, a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold running through her. "So, I'd get done with that, clock out, catch the bus to a local produce store and grab things for dinner. Once I'm home, I say hi to the cats, start dinner, relax for a while, eat, do some more drawing and head to bed. On days I didn't have work, I'd put more time in drawing, trying to get better and sell more of it. Like I said, I focused a lot on work, less on, well, living."

"Interesting. And this was typical for your time? It sounds incredibly tedious to me. It seems similar to the job of a clerk or the like. I may be studious, but having to do that every day would wear on me," Bren admitted.

"Yeah, pretty normal. It's a desk job. There was a ton of other work you could do, but it usually involved either worse pay or a lot of physical labor, which I was not cut out for."

"Hard tae believe, lookin' at ye now," Kat said, sidling up to the tall Lupine.

"Oh, you have no clue what I looked like, do you?" Ann realized. "Ok, so, I was five foot two, and I stressed the two inches. I had shoulder-length brown hair a shade brighter than yours, Kat. I was thin, with a little muscle on me, but not much. I wore glasses, had a weak chin. I didn't look anything like this," Ann described, waving a hand in front of her face. "Really, the only thing I seem to have kept was my eye colour."

"That really is quite the, um, transformation, I guess would be the best descriptor," Bren agreed. "Well, that is certainly eye opening, even if it is similar to some positions in our current time. Thank you. Next, we should talk about your civilization. Perhaps a different time. You seem to be slightly distracted," Bren observed as he watched Annita closely.

He was right. Her mind was wandering back to her old life again. Old memories. Wonderful memories that hurt all the more because of how fond they were. Ann shook herself, ears flopping as she focused on the trail ahead of her.

"Yeah, I just get caught up in how different things are now. Two completely different lives. It's a bit discordant when I really sit there and think about it. Not that I'm asking you to stop asking questions or being curious, to be clear," Annita clarified. "It's just tough being this singular existence in this world. You two are as close to family as I have here, and I'm dating one of you, so not sure that really counts."

Kat gave a scoff of mock offence. "Even if we weren't fuckin' we'd still be lookin' after ye. Kinda who I am, an' I can bully Bren intae whatever." She gave the man a cheeky grin, challenging him to argue with her.

Bren sighed. "She is correct. On both points. You are a singular person. It does not mean you are alone."

"Thanks, both of you," Ann reached out and pulled them into an awkward hug as they kept walking. "Sappy shit aside, we're headed West right? Wasn't that the direction toward that big strip of Seeds that forms the border?"

"Northwest," Bren corrected her, "but yes. It is why Graven Keep is positioned there. A strong defensive point against any surges of Warped, or any scouts from Bortislav on the other side. The multiple purposes suit it well."

"You said that the Alfhindur came from the West a long time ago, right?" Ann asked.

Kat nodded to confirm.

"They that much of a problem?"

"Oh, Aye. Bren knows the more political version o' all o' it, but fer us?" Kat gestured to her ears. "Much more personal. The Bortislav Empire are racist gobshites. Human supremacy all over the thrice accursed place. Anyone who's not them is less than a person. Alfhindur got it the worst, merely fer bein' so similar tae humans. They took it as an insult tae their race. My kind were slaves. Beaten intae the dirt and forced to work fer our 'betters'," Kat spat into the snow. "From the stories, I can't imagine livin' like it. Marked, ears clipped, workin' in the mines an' fields. Any Alf that showed a talent fer magic was either murdered on the spot, or drug off from their parents tae be used tae power whatever machinations the humans had. The other races didn't have it much better. Thrundol 'ad their tusks filed down an' were punished if they let 'em grow back. Indol were put tae work in factories. Small bodies fer small places. Dangerous work. What Bultrong were around were forced tae be clean shaven at all times. Men an' women. Not really sure what tha' was about, but it was their form o' discrimination. And, tae be clear, the grudge is wit' them. Humans 'ere? Perfectly reasonable, kind, normal people."

Ann watched as Kat explained the situation. The normally relaxed, kind person she was used to had hardened. Her muscled arms strained as her fists clenched.

"Thankfully, the dogma o' the aristocratic blaggards didn't affect all o' them. There were sympathetic groups in tha Empire. Helped hide some o' us. Then, once the time came tae get the feck out, they supplied us, gave us guides. Tha' bein' said they were a vast minority."

"Same shit, different fucking millennium." Ann cursed bitterly.

Bren's ears twitched, a question clearly running through his head.

"Before you ask, yeah, I meant that," Ann cut him off gently. "We had our own problems. Fucking pissed to know they haven't gotten any better. My people, or at least my mom's people, were fucked out of their own land. Settlers came in, invaded, took over, drove them into reservations, killed them, locked them up, indoctrinated the children. Not a great time. I mostly got my looks from my dad, so I got to avoid a lot of the discrimination that was still happening, even if it was less severe, but mom made a point of teaching us about our heritage. Shit, they were still digging up mass graves of kids under schools when I was alive."

"Filth," Bren muttered, his face darkening for the first time Annita could remember. "I can not condone anyone who would treat another with such disrespect for who they are."

"We still held on to our name. The First Nations, Inuit, and other tribes. Our southern relatives in the Americas didn't fare much better either. I could go on, but there's a lot of pain in these words. None being mine, just generational. Dad was Swedish. Across an ocean. They've got their own history, but not really relevant here."

"Aye. Feckin' guess ye do understand, then. Not a great topic, but it's what led the Alfhindur tae brave the Fertile Lands an' make it tae Korvas. Since then, we've been thrivin'. Funny how shakin' off oppressors can make so much o' a difference." Kat laughed darkly.

"So, they're still a threat even now?" Ann asked.

"Unfortunately. Expansionist bastards 'ave been tryin' tae find a safe way through the Fertile Lands fer as long as I know. Fat chance wit' the Warp bein' what it is. Can protect yer people, but travelin' through several major Seeds all at once? Ye'd 'ave half yer army dead before ye even got tae yer destination. That many people gets... attention. Smaller parties can sneak through. It's how the Alfhindur made it work, and why groups go intae Seeds tend tae limit their size. More people, more the blasted things're willin' tae throw at 'em. Not sure why, but it's how it works."

"Weird. At least there's that, uh, natural buffer? I guess that would be natural, now." Ann said, grunting as she hopped over a large rock in her way. "If there's no ocean to the West before the Fertile Lands, guess that means they're pretty central to the continent. Depending on how big they are, probably the Rockies. Then the Pacific Ocean would be past there. Man, we're pretty far north, though. Means we must be where Alberta used to be. Maybe the Northern Territories. You know, if the near apocalypse didn't change the maps significantly. More things to bring up with Orenous."

"Good tae have a Goddess ta ask about this shite," Kat laughed.

"I am still wrapping my head around the fact we've met and spoken with her," Bren sighed. "A real, honest to the Gods Goddess. And she seemingly knew us, too."

"Yeah," Ann agreed. "It was like that with me, too. Guess having the mind be part of her domain lets her peek in if she wants. At least she seems to keep what she knows to herself. Scares me that she could probably do a lot more."

"Feck, didn't even consider that," Kat shuddered. "She better not 'ave gotten in my girlfriend's head. Or mine. Or Bren's. Hear me?" Kat shouted as she shook her fist at the sky.

"I mean, to be fair, I don't get that vibe from her? Yeah, she's a Goddess and could be lying for all we know, but I feel like she'd think that'd spoil things. Am I making sense here?" Ann asked, exasperated at her inability to communicate exactly what she felt.

"The heart follows what it will. It should be free to love and lose as it will. Those are core tenets to the temple of Orenous," Bren advised. "I agree that she does not seem the type to be controlling. Setting pieces in motion? Absolutely. Manipulating the outcome? Unlikely. She loves her children, as she called us, and seems to want the best for us. I do not currently see any reason to worry."

"So, trust 'er and keep movin'. Aye, best way tae handle it fer now."

"Oh, speaking of trust," Ann interjected. "Bren, I meant to ask you the other day, but our time together got cut short. You both know what my Path is, and I know Kat's now. What is yours?"

"I suppose we should have spoken about that sooner," Bren chuckled. "Several life and death situations do have a way of instilling trust. My Path isn't that complicated. Scholar of Restoration. It appears that my natural inclination towards historical research and wishing to keep our Katlyn from harm manifested in such a way. I have several skills, mostly focused on healing and slight protection. In addition, some related to memory. I can memorise far more than the normal person, as long as I read the source. It is why I carry around my book, and take constant notes. If I simply see or hear something, it can be forgotten."

"Interesting. A weird downside to the skill, but a good enough workaround even if it's time consuming," Ann said, mulling it over. "You and Kat sure do make a complementary pair though. Even without a more damage focused person, I bet you two could outlast quite a few opponents."

"Aye. Twas the general strategy even when we 'ad others. I'd piss off the thing we were fightin', Bren'd keep me up, an' whoever else was with us would do their job. Simple, but effective. Ye've seen a couple o' me skills in action by now," Kat said, pausing for a moment as she waded through some deeper snow. "I've got Reactive Defense. Let me use a bit o' me unique resource, Tenacity, tae reduce the damage o' a hit by twenty percent. Problem is I've gotta place the effect mentally. I feck it up, it doesn't work. High skill, high reward. Stand Yer Ground is another I think ye've seen. Lets me take a hit that'd normally send me flyin' an' not move at all. Also got a taunt in there. Just called Provoke. Pretty common, actually. I just need tae insult whatever I'm usin' it on an' it activates. Then we've got the bigun. All In. Ye know that skill's cost. Totals all the stats it takes an' adds em up, plus thirty percent, inta a single strike. Leaves me completely useless after, but it hits hard."

"Wow, that's a solid setup for a defender. Feels like mine is all scattered comparatively," Ann groused.

"If I may," Bren interjected, "Some Paths can start off discordant. I have read records of many such that came together at a later point. Katlyn simply got lucky with her skills. I highly doubt a chosen warrior of a Goddess would be given a weak Path." He placed a comforting hand on Ann's bicep, squeezing gently.

A few more hours passed and after moving away from their camp to alleviate Ann's growing libido, the three slept for the night. It was a restless time, and Ann woke up to the sound of small beasts scurrying through the snow and dead underbrush around them. She and Kat had decided to forgo the separate bedrolls, electing to get cosy together. Kat was more than happy to have the furry warmth of Ann's tail wrapped around one of her thighs.

The next morning started slow. Both Annita and Kat were useless until Bren got some tea into them, grumbling all the while about sleep, and missing their bed. Knowing they were getting closer to their destination, they armoured up after a quick meal of salted pork and fruits. Time was of the essence, and their trek was set at a quick pace, even for them. All three were eager to get to the reported area of the large Warped and find who they hoped they could recruit as their new companion.

As they travelled, the woods grew denser. Spaces that allowed them all to pass began to force them closer, until they were walking mostly in single file. The wildlife was also growing more active, birds and smaller creatures rushing past without a care to being seen.

"Odd," Bren observed, watching a deer with too many antlers dash by. "It is rare to see such a large migration of creatures."

"Yeah." Ann agreed, nervously placing her hands on her weapons. "Not a good sign either."

After a couple more minutes of walking, the sun now blaring down on them directly, Ann paused again. "You hear that?"

"I hear that." Bren hissed, tensing.

Rumbling echoed through the woods. The ground began to shake as something approached. Trees creaked and crashed as it rushed in their direction, and an eerie wail sounded out from beyond their sight.

"Feck," Kat swore, drawing her weapons. "Looks like we're meetin' our target early."

"Should we fight or attempt to escape?" Bren asked, drawing his wand.

"Woulda preferred tae have the caster wit' us. Let's see the thing. If we can take it, we fight. If not, we run. I'll make the call after first engagement."

"Gotcha," Ann confirmed, sliding her helmet on and fastening her faceplate. Her voice was slightly muffled as she spoke. "Let's see what horror it is this time."

Chapter 30: First Contact

The party slowly spread out, waiting for whatever was headed toward them.

Without warning, a jet of black ichor blasted to Kat's right, slamming into Annita, causing her to stumble.

"Feck, it's got range. Get behind me Bren!" Kat yelled as she moved forward. Bren was already moving to position, a Heal hitting Ann at the same time.

Dazed from the surprise strike, Ann struggled to her feet in time to see a hulking figure push a tree aside.

"The FUCK is that?" Ann cried.

An arm far longer than anything she'd seen shot out from her left. She and Bren threw themselves to the ground, but it caught Kat in her side, sending the Guardian flying into another trunk. A loud crack echoed on impact as wood splintered against her.

"Not good!" Bren yelled. "Kat! Answer me, Kat!"

"I'm feckin here," Kat shouted back as she pulled herself from the tree with an audible creak.

The creature wasn't staying still for any of this. Ann tried to keep track of it, but with the fallen branches kicking up the surrounding snow, that quickly became difficult. "I lost it. Where the hell is it?"

"Dunnae! get close tae me." Kat ordered. "That took out a fifth of my health. This is going to be fucking tough. Either o' ye see what it was?"

"I saw something massive and round, with another portion of it moving towards the front," Bren offered, scanning the slowly settling snow.

"Long arm. Like, multiple meters long arm," Ann offered. "That's what hit you."

"An' it's feckin' sneaky when it wants tae be. Gods damnit," Kat spat, eyes wide as she searched their surroundings. "All the trees fallin' 're makin' it a bitch tae hear it too."

Another blast of ichor sprayed from their right. Ready for it, Kat caught it on her shield. The force pushed her back, but with Ann bracing her, she didn't go far. "Hit an' run. An ambush predator. Definitely Warped. Feck. Bettin' this is what we were sent after."

"Agreed. We need to figure out something to either draw it out or clear the snow cover." Bren grunted, putting up a magical shield to intercept another blast of liquid.

"Feck. All right. When I say, we run back the way we came. I bring up the rear." Kat commanded. After the other two agreed, she counted. "Three, two, one, go!"

They turned in unison, running directly back to where they came from. A wailing rose above the treetops as the Warped saw its prey escaping. Trees began to creak and snap as the thing gave chase.

They quickly reached the point where the trees thinned. The problem being that it also let the Warped gain on them quicker. "Stick an' fight 'ere. See if we can pin its arms down."

The hulking creature seemed to hang back, kicking up a cloud of snow as it moved, covering its presence. One arm shot out again from their left, intercepted immediately by Kat, who knocked the balled fist aside.

A frustrated scream was accompanied by more of the black goop trying to hit Kat. Blocking it with her shield, she stood her ground, enduring the torrent.

Taking the opportunity, Ann moved to the side, snapping off a couple of shots of her own. A discordant chittering hiss meant she'd hit something. "Ranged shit works!" she informed the party as the torrent of ichor stopped, freeing Kat.

"Well, feckin' good fer ye. I've only got this shit," Kat cursed back as she swung her sword at another arm attempting to knock her away.

"Apologies, but I am limited to defence at the moment. Some day I might be able to help," Bren called, a small barrier appearing next to Ann and catching a smaller ball of the black liquid.

"Cool, just me. Twenty bullets left, too. I don't think that'll be enough to get this thing to stop," Ann called, firing a Smite enhanced shot towards where the pale arm disappeared into the snow cloud. A flash of purple light confirmed the hit and gave them a glimpse of the thing's outline. No hiss of pain this time, though. Ann knew she didn't miss, so something must have protected the creature.

"Kat, this is not working!" Bren shouted.

"Aye, need a better place tae fight it. Ye seen anywhere on the way 'ere?" Kat yelled as she sliced a clean cut into the thing's forearm.

"A ways further back. We will have to run again." Bren confirmed.

"Feck it, let's go!" Kat yelled as she turned her back and bolted.

The other two kept up with her, darting through the trees, avoiding the spray of whatever the fuck the creature was shooting at them.

"Left 'ere!" Bren yelled over the cacophony. "A clearing I saw on the way."

The Warped, meanwhile, had seemed to change tactics from blasts of pressurized ooze to lobbing wads of the stuff at them. As they ran, gobs of the sticky gunk forced them to slow down and dodge.

After a couple minutes, they scrambled into an oblong clearing. It was mostly flat, with a stone to the northern edge jutting a few feet up.

"Not the best, but it's what we've got," Kat grunted, blocking another shot of ichor.

"Now it just needs to get over here," Ann complained, sidestepping her own share of the barrage. "How much of this crap does it have?"

"It will run out, eventually. I hope." Bren tried to reassure her. "At least with the trajectory of its shots, we know exactly where it is."

"True, but we can't last all day. Let's take cover behind the rock," Ann suggested.

Nodding, Kat and Bren followed the suggestion, crouching down behind the tall stone.

"It'll probably come fer us now that it can't see us. Or it'll flank. Feck. This thing knows how tae fight in the woods," Kat grumbled.

"Yes. Undoubtedly a Warped suited for this environment," Bren agreed.

"Shhh, I think it's coming," Ann raised her hand, silencing the other two as her ears twitched.

The spray of liquid stopped, and a shuffling, almost dragging sound met the Lupine's ears. Another wail creeped over the clearing as the thing left the treeline.

Chancing a look, Ann poked her head around the side of the rock, only to be more confused at what she was looking at.

The round object she'd seen before turned out to be a shell of some kind. Nothing she'd ever seen, but the closest she could describe was a snail. It was flat on the bottom, but spires of calcium decorated the tops and sides. Some were sharp, but others had clearly been snapped off, and worn down as the creature moved through its dense environment.

The front was where the strange began. Instead of the normal snail creature was something vaguely humanoid. It was completely white, devoid of any pigmentation. Its long torso extended down further and further, widening before it entered the darkness of the shell it dragged behind it. The Warped had four arms. Two short and stumpy appendages seemed to be used to move it, while the much longer two arms were what had struck Kat. They ended in elongated hands with fingers disproportionate to the rest of it. From its shoulders up, instead of a head was a stump of flesh, wrinkled and shifting from side to side as it seemed to try to smell for them. No eyes were present, and as it let out another unearthly screech, Ann saw the side of its stump open to several rows of sharp teeth arrayed in concentric circles.

"Oh, that is a fucked up snail," Ann gasped as she ducked back into cover.

"Never 'eard o' one o' those before. How big?" Kat asked.

"Twelve foot tall shell, at a guess?" Ann explained. "Looks like it's kinda human, or was, for the fleshy bits. Four arms. Two for moving, two for hitting you," she nodded at Kat. "It doesn't have eyes, and I couldn't see ears or a nose, but it clearly can sense us. Betting they're somewhere else. Mouth on the stump full of sharp teeth."

"Understood. The ranged shots likely came from the mouth, or possibly the shell," Bren pondered. "If it is the former, then we can avoid those fairly easily. If it is the latter, that will be more complicated. How do you feel about this, Kat?"

"Not prepared, 'at's fer sure," Kat replied. "It's got the range advantage on us. We'll need tae close that distance real quick. If we can't, an' I'm stuck out, we'll need tae really run an' come back with support."

The other two nodded, grips tightening on their weapons. Kat looked around the rock, holding up her shield hand, and waited. They could hear the monstrous mollusc getting closer, the snow shuffling aside as it dragged its bulk. A hand slowly stretched over the top of the rock, and Kat darted out to the left.

Ann took the right, trying to get as close to it as she could before the thing noticed what was happening.

It didn't work. Whatever the thing was using to sense them, it tracked them perfectly. The arm that was on the rock slid down the side and swept outward, catching Annita by surprise and toppling her. Scrambling in the dirt, she felt the ground shake as the arm slammed down where she was just laying, sending small rocks and snow flying. Ann caught a glimpse of a frustrated Kat using her shield to bat away strikes from the other arm, curses flowing freely from her lips.

Ann crouched, digging the claws on her feet in, before attempting another dash forward. She got a bit closer, almost getting to the thing's elbow, before it caught her with a fist to her stomach. The wind was knocked out of her as she tumbled backwards again. Instinctively, she checked her health. 150/230. And that was with her new armour. Once her lungs let her take in a ragged, coughing breath, she struggled to her feet. Eighty points in one hit, and it could keep both of their fighters occupied. This was going to be tough.

One of the arms came back around, and she leapt over it, slicing pale flesh on the disturbingly thin appendage to little effect. Ducking a blast of goo, she stepped forward, but the hand loomed close again. The fingers tensed against each other before a flick smacked into her leg. She spun head over heels before landing on her back with a thud. A cry of pain escaped her as she sat back up. Something in her back felt like it had pulled. Soothing warmth washed over her as Bren got to work restoring her health, and she rose to her feet once more, tumbling to the side as a fist slammed down where she just was. This thing really liked to topple its victims.

Getting her feet under her she aimed and fired another shot off into the trunk that composed its body. The snail flinched, its body writhing as it clutched the wound.

Kat took the opening, charging in to her preferred range. A cut from her sword opened a bleeding black wound on its soft side, almost the same liquid that was being fired out across the area.

Ann was right there with her, taking advantage of Rogues Do It From Behind and sticking to the side, making cut after cut into the rubbery flesh.

"This is working!" Ann shouted, excited as she dealt more damage to the monstrosity before her.

It was then that the snail stopped moving. Instinctively, both fighters immediately backed away. The thing's mouth opened wide. Wider than it had before. The scream that came out of it this time was like a physical blow. Ann was sent flying back, while Kat seemed to spend some Tenacity to stay where she was.

The world was silent except for a ringing in Ann's ears. Shaking herself, feeling a trickle of blood running down the side of her head, she checked her ears. Both were bleeding, thin streams coloring her fingers red as she touched them. Eardrums blown out, most likely. Or at least damaged. She could hear muffled noises, and it was getting better as another heal hit her, but it shook her for a moment that sound could physically hurt her so much.

Kat was trapped close to the wriggling body as it bent to better attack her. Hands tried to grasp her from behind while the thicker ones it used to move were trying to bludgeon her from the front.

Ann darted in, taking a cut at one of the hands while keeping an eye on the stump of a head. Scoring a hit, she pumped another smite into the blow, the purple flash of divine energy burning a smoking gash into the flesh under the falchion's blade. She sidestepped one of the thicker hands trying to stomp on her, returning another hit. Her sword bit deep into the flesh, but this one was thicker for a reason. The creature didn't recoil with pain, but wrenched her sword from her hand as it lodged itself in the blubbery stump.

Cursing, Ann took a step back, trying to find a way back in, but the snail had diverted one of its longer arms to deal with her. It was all she could do to dodge each swing as the intensity of the creature's attacks increased. It was angry, she thought, or at least hurt and worried. They had this.

The thing raised its arm to try to flatten her once again, giving Ann an opening. She aimed, and sent her third smite on a bullet directly into the thing's chest. It rocked back as she raced forward, grabbing and wrenching her blade from the limb, feeling the muscles in the wound resist her efforts.

As she did, she lost track of the head as it opened its gaping maw again. The world rang again as she was deafened once more. As she righted herself in a snowbank, she saw Kat had been knocked back as well. She tried to clear her hearing, shaking her head repeatedly. She checked her health. Even with the healing she'd received, she had 72 points left. And it wasn't going back up this time.

Looking around, she saw why. Bren was pinned behind the rock, unable to move out and provide support as a rain of viscous liquid splashed around him. The spines on the back of the Warped's shell had shifted, pointing towards where Bren was trying to provide support. It had successfully bombarded him to the point where he had to take cover behind the rock, and it was keeping the Scholar from aiding his team.

"Kat!" Ann shouted, desperately dodging another sweep of the thing's creepily long arms. "Kat! This isn't working! Bren can't move!"

A stream of curses was her reply as Kat parried another hand, keeping her out of range. Her ears were also bleeding, their shared sensitive hearing clearly putting them at a disadvantage here. "Yer feckin' right. Gods damnit. Bren! Get ready tae run. We're gonna head straight north. Full speed. Get the feck outta here! We'll meet up in a bit! Got it?" She followed all her words with gestures Ann greatly appreciated, directing her to where they planned on escaping.

"Got it!" Bren and Ann replied at once.

"On my mark!" Kat shouted, taking another slice at pale flesh. "Now!"

All three turned and ran as fast as they could into the treeline. The monster screamed again, sending another salvo of ichor after them.

Ann's heart raced in her ears as she ran. Small explosions of snow popped up around her as she dodged left and right, trying her best to keep away from the Warped's relentless barrage. "You'd think it'd run out of juice," she complained to no one as she vaulted a fallen tree.

Left, another right, a gob of goop splattered on the tree in front of her, splashing across her front, joining the mess from the first blast. Wiping her eyes, Annita kept running. Her breath was growing ragged, and she was getting tired. It had to be chasing her specifically. Dread crept into her chest as the realization she might not be able to outrun the thing dawned on her. "How... the fuck... is it so fast?" Ann panted.

A crack echoed as she stepped on a thicker branch buried beneath the powdery snow. Ann felt her paw slip and twist, sending her tumbling against a large tree.

Ann laid there, trying desperately to focus her spinning head. She could hear the snail getting closer, the crashing as it shoved its way through the dead trees, but she couldn't focus.

Not again. She thought desperately. Almost dying a-fucking-gain. Come on Ann. Get up. Get up get up get up get up!

"Shhhhh," a quiet voice whispered from right next to her. "Quiet. Stay still. It'll pass."

Ann did as she was told, not like she had much of a choice since her world was still spinning.

The rough dragging of the Snail's shell got louder. Louder still, and Ann laid there obediently even as panic rose in her chest. Her eyes focused just in time to see the hulking mass creep into view, its awful pale body stretching this way and that as it searched for her. The skin split open as it screamed again. Ann had to force herself not to move, eyes locked on the creature.

The Warped's "head" lowered to the ground as it seemed to sniff, then a pitch black tongue extended to lick the snow. Huffing, it lifted back up, used its longer arms to turn itself around with the trees in reach, and drug itself away.

After a minute or two, Annita dared to look away. Righting herself, she looked around, trying to spot her saviour.

"Nice to meet you," the voice seemed to come out of the snowbank next to her. "Welcome to my woods."

Chapter 31: The Witch

"AAAAH!" Annita cried, falling back on her hands and scuttling away from the living snow drift.

"SHHH!" the mound hissed at her. "Do you want that thing coming back for us?"

"Sorry, sorry," Ann corrected herself, pausing, then sitting back up. "Who, or uh, what are you?"

"Oh, right, excuse me," the snow with horns said. The mound shifted as someone sat up from under the pile.

Dusting herself off, a female Vulhardrin came into view. She was short, or at least shorter than Bren from Ann's perception. The horns she'd seen were attached to the sides of her head, and appeared to be ram's horns. Thick, black, and curled in a loose spiral on the sides of her head.

As the woman removed more of the snow, Ann saw that half of the disguise was actually her hair. Though, instead of hair, this woman had what looked like pure white wool growing from her scalp. It fluffed up, and a lock draped down over her left eye, while the rest ran long down her back. Her skin was entirely black. Not brown, but almost obsidian, and nicely contrasted her hair and hazel eyes. Her body was on the plumper side, with a nice plump bust and full hips. Ann's thoughts immediately jumped at how cute she looked.

Quirking a white eyebrow, the woman offered her a hand. Taking the friendly gesture, Ann stood.

"Oh, my, you are larger than I thought you were," the woman almost squeaked with surprise. "I... introductions, yes. I am Rosalyn Losenska. These are my woods, and I already welcomed you. Who are you?"

"Annita Kronforst," Ann replied as she stood. "Friends call me Ann, or Annita. I'm not really picky. I was here with two others because there were reports of some big Warped out here causing problems. We came to deal with it and meet the witch living here."

Rosalyn's expression darkened at her words. "I swear to the Gods. I keep telling them I'm not a blasted witch. Just because I like nature and it likes me doesn't mean I'm some sorceress. I mean, no offense to them. I'm sure they're talented in their own ways, but still!" As she ranted, she stomped off the last of the snow clinging to her clothes. She wore a simple, patterned brown robe, with depictions of nature stitched like a mural across it. Trees and beasts interwoven into a tapestry of nature. "For your reference, I am a Druid. I tend to these woods, maintain a ward that was placed here by a previous Druid, and try to keep the Warped from desecrating this area more than they already have."

"Ah, ok. Good to know," Ann laughed at the indignation, flashing her sharp teeth.

The woman instantly balked, drawing back and summoning a staff from nowhere before her. It was just taller than the woman, made of a black polished wood that was formed by two pieces twisting around each other to split and meet again at the top leaving a loop.

Ann, for her part, felt a tug at the reaction. Something predatory inside her loved that, and she felt her eyes focus on Rosalyn intently, pulled in by the vulnerability in front of her. Recognizing what was happening after a moment, she shook her head and took a step back.

"Sorry, I uh, I don't know what the hell that was," she apologized.

Rosalyn took a moment more to recover before putting her staff away. "Right. Likely due to our natures," she said shakily. "Looking at you, wolf?"

"Yeah, wolf. A bit more than most, I'm told. Probably why that reaction was so intense. Sorry, again. Didn't mean to scare you."

"It's... fine. Just took me for a fright. Sheep tend to fear the wolf and all that. Haha. So, you said you came with friends? Where are they?" Rosalyn asked, collecting herself.

"Should be somewhere nearby. Kat said to go north, so I guess we could head that way?" Ann offered.

"Sure. If they're up north and looking for a place to regroup, there's this big tree I like to take naps in. That's as good a landmark as any. Follow me!" Rosalyn waved as she skipped off into the woods.

Before following, Ann bit down on the urge to hunt the woman running away so carefree. She really hoped this wasn't going to be a constant thing as she jogged to catch up to the small woman.

After about five minutes at a brisk pace, they reached the tree Rosalyn had described. It was massive, branches splaying out in every direction, creating a thick canopy even without leaves. True to what she'd said, Kat and Bren were leaning against the trunk, waiting.

"Oi, ye made it!" Kat cried, running over and tackling Ann in a hug. "Oh, I thought somethin' happened tae ye," the woman fussed as she smothered Ann with a kiss.

"I'm fine, really," Ann laughed, pushing her worried lover off her. "Glad you two are all right, too. The thing went after me, so I probably had the rougher time."

"Aye, but it looks like ye made a friend," Kat said, glancing at Rosalyn.

"Friend is a bit much, just acquaintances at the moment," Rosalyn corrected. "I am Rosalyn Losenska. Druid and caretaker of these woods. I help keep the Warped under control and some ancient wards charged. I was told by your very tall friend here that you were sent here to help?"

"Yes," Bren piped up. I was initially told about a witch in these woods," Rosalyn's face wrinkled with frustration, "however, that seems to have been a mistake. We were then informed of a large Warped having encroached on the area, causing problems for the locals. We took the commission to deal with it and ended up in our current predicament. It is a pleasure to meet you, Rosalyn," he said as he bowed to the woman.

"Oh, uh, good to meet you too," Rosalyn stuttered slightly, seemingly embarrassed. "No need to be so formal. I just live here. Really, my Path is close enough to a witch that I don't blame them for getting that wrong, but it's the principle of the thing, you know?"

"Quite. Several Paths may intersect or look like another to the unfamiliar," Bren explained, more to Annita than to anyone else. "Now, I have been terribly impolite. My name is Bren Hedera, and the Alfhindur here is Katlyn, uh." He paused, raising a questioning eyebrow at the princess.

She sighed. "Aye, Katlyn Farragher. Nice tae meet ye."

"Oh, I don't really know why you all think that is so important, but it's nice to meet you, too. You look fairly strong. Over tenth level already? A fighter, an, um, healer at a guess, and another fighter. Good group. Missing a caster, though." The words fell out of Rosalyn's mouth in a wave. She leaned this way and that, letting her woolly hair fall left and right as she observed the trio. "And two in a relationship, too! That's nice. What a lovely group to come help. Sorry if I'm rambling. I don't get many visitors and this is only the second time the Keep has sent out anyone to help. Otherwise, I've just been coordinating the locals for backup. Much less effective than trained warriors, let me tell you. They're good folk, but they're hunters and farmers. They can deal with normal Warped, but nothing like this. Am I talking too much?"

Ann laughed, patting the shorter Vulhardrin on the shoulder. "Nah, you're fine. It's good to know what's going on here, though."

"Yes. And you surmised correctly. I am a healer. Katlyn here is a guardian, and Annita is a rogue of sorts," Bren explained. "We were hoping to seek you out before we ran into the Warped. However, it seems we encountered things out of order."

"Oh, gods, did you! You weren't even close to my house. Come. This way!" Without a further word, Rosalyn turned and began walking northeast.

Before following, Ann took a moment, appreciating the way the smaller woman bounced under her loose clothing. A smack on the back of her head from Kat shook her from her state.

"'S rude, love. Tae stare at another woman wit' yer girlfriend right 'ere." She chided, though her smirk betrayed the ribbing behind her words.

"Hey, you were looking too," Ann defended herself, ducking another smack.

"Were not." Kat blustered, though the red in her ears darkened past what could be blamed on the cold.

"Am I not enough for you after you got your hands on me?" Ann teased as she started to follow Bren and Rosalyn.

"I'll show ye enough later, ye beast," Kat grumbled. "Still, she seems nice. If we're gonna recruit 'er beyond yer tastes, so far it's a good impression."

"Yeah. That warped was right on top of me when she covered me. Not sure what she did, but she had to use something to make the snail not notice me."

"We'll get tae that later, though. And aye, glad she saved ye," Kat sighed.

"Again," Ann grumbled under her breath.

"Wha's that?"

"Nothing, nothing. Let's go."

Kat gave her a look, clearly concerned, but let the conversation drop for now.

They walked for a bit. The sun was getting lower and lower until they found a large stand of trees. They were laid out in an unnatural circle around a building that was erected around a large gnarled tree.

"Warding trees," Rosalyn explained. "An older Druid used to live here. He was all about warding, protection, barriers and the like. Keeps the Warped out, and those inside safe. No need for a watch at night, which is nice since it's just little ol' me out here." She giggled as she opened the door for them.

Inside was rustic but cosy. The room was warmly lit with candles and a crackling fire in the hearth. The room was clearly the living room, and the couch and chairs all looked plush under a covering of woolen blankets. Off to the side was a small table, cluttered with dishes, and a couple of wooden chairs pushed in under it. Along the walls were several animal horns, from deer and other creatures Ann thought must have been Warped. There were paintings as well, depicting the surrounding landscapes. A brook in spring, mountains in the winter, a valley in full autumn colors. Small, circular windows were spaced regularly on the outer walls, with the fading light flowing in. To the left and right were doors to other rooms, and a curling stair up to a second floor winding around the trunk of the tree.

"This is home," Rosalina chirped, stretching herself and sighing. "Aaaah, warm. Go ahead, get comfy. All that gear can't be comfortable. I'll be back down in a few, need to change into something not all sweaty." With that, the sheep climbed the stairs and disappeared into the house.

"This place is really cosy," Bren sighed, pulling off his robes and grabbing his night gown from his bag.

"Yeah, I could easily live here," Ann said, taking much longer to shuck her armour and get her casual shirt and kilt on.

"Wonder if she built it? Looks older than 'er," Kat pondered, pulling off her leathers, and stretching her sore muscles.

"Her? I doubt it. Not a craftswoman, from my estimation. Possibly an old residence she took up?" Bren pondered, taking a seat on the couch, Ann joining him on the other side.

"Nae, too small an' soft tae be doin' anythin' like tha'," Kat agreed, taking a seat.

On cue, Rosalyn returned in very different clothes. It was a closer fitting shirt, which did absolutely nothing to hide her large breasts along with some light linen pants that hugged her thighs nicely.

Ann and Kat shared a glance, eyebrows raised as they silently agreed. The girl was hot in a very different way than they were. On the edge of cute.

"Aaah, much better. Oh, good, you can put your armor over there by the fire to dry out any snow that's gotten into it. Did you all bring food with you? If not, no worries. I have plenty stored for the winter to make a good stew. You know what? Let's do that. We can deal with things in the morning and talk tonight. Katlyn, Ann, would you mind helping me? You both know how to cut things. It'll be on the fire in a snap."

Rosalyn beckoned and led them into the left room, which turned out to be her kitchen. "One moment, let me get the things." Pulling up a trapdoor in the floor, she disappeared into the cellar.

"I could tell something was under the robes, but not that much," Ann whispered to Kat while they waited.

"Aye. Girl's got a good figure. She's gonna be able tae keep up wit' us in a fight an' travelin' fer sure. Bit softer than me normal preference, but I can appreciate the rest o' 'er." Kat whispered back. "Don't mean ye can run off wit' er yet. Just... yeah, not yet."

"I know. Don't worry," Ann reassured her, pulling her into a hug. "I don't even know her. She could kick puppies for all I know."

Kat looked back at her, aghast. "Tha' sweet thing? Hells, I'm surprised she culls warped fer a livin'. Looks way too nice."

"Yeah, that's going to be an interesting image to reconcile. Oh, here she comes." Ann said as footsteps hit the staircase leading up from the cellar.

"Okay, got some good things. Katlyn, can you get to work on the meat? Just need it in bite-sized chunks," Rosalyn requested, handing a side of salted meat to Kat. "Ann, help me with the vegetables. Just need them peeled and chopped. Once that's done, just toss them in this kettle here. I'll season it up and once we get it all cooked, we can eat!"

"Roger," Kat affirmed, taking the meat and knife with a grin. They each took their space on the long, curved counter that ran around the exterior of the outer wall. The work was relaxing and soon they got to chatting. Bren also wandered in, looking for something to drink, and took a seat out of the way.

"So," Kat started, "how long 'ave ye lived 'ere?"

"Oh, most of my life," Rosalyn said absentmindedly, peeling a root vegetable of some sort. "Mom and dad moved here pretty soon after I was born. Set up in the town further into the woods. I wandered all over the place as a kid and found this house and the old trapper that used to live here. House was older than him, though. He'd just been living there. My guess is that the other Druid that was here before built it to be out by the wards and magic in the land."

"It is quite the home," Bren spoke up. "Did your parents not wish to join you out here? I would imagine this place could easily house a full family."

"Nope!" Rosalyn chirped. "They're still in town. This place is too remote, even for them. I like it, though. Much preferred being out in the woods and all. I still go visit, or they make the trek out here. Betting I'll be doing the visiting before much longer. They're getting on in their years. Can't expect them to brave Warped infested woods to visit little ol' me." She tittered to herself as she finished with the vegetable, dumping the remains in the pot.

"So, tell me about yourselves! Where are you all from? What led you to being all adventury types?"

"Well, my situation is a bit... special," Ann started. "Figure we'll talk more about it later, though. Sorry if I don't say right now. It's a bit secret. As to why, though? Because I was called to it. Certain events of my life led me to taking to this life. So far it's been... all right." There was that glance from Kat again. "Overall, I can't complain, though. Met Kat here, and we've more than hit it off."

"Oh, I can tell! You two seem very close. A couple then? Was I right?" Rosalyn perked up, each question more insistent.

"Yup, as of three days ago, official," Ann confirmed, beaming.

"Well, congratulations to you two! I really mean it. Gosh, I do wish I could find myself someone. Gets a bit lonely out here no matter how much I like the quiet. Having a nice lady to talk to would be wonderful. Oops, talking about me again. What about you, Bren?"

"Well, I hail from Korvas. I grew up with Katlyn here and joined her in the adventuring life. Being a healer meant I was already well suited for the occupation. If it was not out in the wilderness, I imagine that I would be working in a medical facility of some sort."

"Or yer nose buried in a library until yer bones turned tae dust," Kat joked.

"Yes, or that," Bren said, rolling his eyes. "I do enjoy my histories. Regardless, that is mostly my story."

"Capital born. Well learned, you must have been well off." Rosalyn sighed, shuffling more vegetables into the stew pot. "Must have been nice. Not that I hold any grudge against you personally. My family did not have that much. We were lucky to be able to find a good living out here. I admit to some jealousy, though."

"Well, then ye might want tae sit down fer me, then." Kat muttered.

"Oh, I'm quite sturdy. Don't you worry," Rosalyn joked reassuringly.

"All right then. Honestly, a little surprised me name didn't tip ye off. I'm third in line tae the throne." Kat explained calmly, measuring their host's reaction.

The knife in Rosalyn's hand paused for a moment as she took in what was just revealed, but began chopping again. "That so?"

"Aye, fer all it's worth. Had a pampered life fer me early years, I admit. Wasn't the life fer me. Learned how tae use a sword as a wee child, then naturally went from there. Guess I coulda made a mark in the military. Servin' the Guard, or the like. Too much in the way o' formality. I wanted tae make me own name, do me own thing. So I set out wit' Bren an' lived the life o' a merc'. Still 'ave tae deal with the royalty thing now an' then when I get back tae a big city, but fer the most part, I'm free."

"At least you've found your calling," Rosalyn said with a slightly less enthusiastic voice than she used for the other two. "Sorry, I don't mean to be cold. It sounds like you found a way to be your own woman. Just... strange to meet a royal all the way out here. Away from all the money, and comfort, and privilege. There're stories. We all hear them. Nobles and the royal family being all set up in golden palaces and mansions. Wine and food going to waste because their overabundance. It sets, well, expectations."

"Aye, heard plenty meself," Kat sighed, finishing up with the meat and adding it to the pot. She took a seat on the floor nearby and out of the way, waiting for further instruction. "It's... ugh, there's some merit tae those tales as much as I hate tae admit it. We're well off. Very much so. Wasn't really aware o' how much more 'til I got out in the world. Know it doesn't do much, but I do want tae at least let ye know, me mother wants tae 'ave things be better. She's the Queen, but she's got a good amount o' opposition she's gotta deal with. Hopin' we can figure out somethin', but it's a constant struggle."

"I see. Well, life is what it is. We all get dealt different hands. It's what we do with them that matters, and you're out here helping others. Can't hold too much against you. All right, that should be it. Let me grab some herbs, toss them in, and that should be good. Bren, could you roll over that barrel? Kat and Ann, please fill the pot."

Doing as they were told, Bren struggled with rolling the barrel, but did his best. Heaving the heavy thing, the pot was filled, then placed over the fire. Before long, the smell of delicious stew filled the house. Rosalyn ladled each of them a hand carved bowl, and took a seat in an overstuffed chair near the fire.

Conversation was light, keeping mostly to local goings on. Trade in the village, and the local wildlife were things Rosalyn was clearly experienced in. She talked long into the night on the subject, before exhaustion took them.

She showed Kat and Ann to a room on the second floor, set up for guests. Bren elected to stay on the couch, insisting when asked by Rosalyn whether he'd like something else. Rosalyn retired to her own room, and quiet settled over the house.

"What a day," Ann whispered to Kat as they snuggled in under the blankets.

"Aye. Ye sure you're all right? Ye seemed tense today," Kat whispered back.

"Just stress, I guess. Big fight and all. It's nothing," Ann hedged again.

"Darlin', don't hide stuff from me, yeah? I can tell when yer upset."

"Ugh, it's just the whole feeling useless," Ann groaned, rolling so she splayed out on her back. "I almost died again today, and I got saved again. I just want to be better, and it sucks not being that."

"Ah," Kat sighed, rolling to face the ceiling as well. "That's not an easy thing tae conquer, love. It'll come with time, an' effort, an' a lot more mistakes. Ye're fine. S'what we're here fer, right? Tae shore up each other's weaknesses. Bren can't do damage fer shite. I don't have any o' the offensive spells ye've got, an' the one I do takes me outta the fight. When ye get focused, ye're gonna 'ave a hard time." The Guardian rolled over, facing her girlfriend. "An' no one is gonna hold it against ye. Ye're still lower level than both Bren an I, but wit' how ye've been progressin' I'd bet ye'll be caught up by the time this trip is over."

"Yeah, you're right," Ann sighed, rolling back to nuzzle against Kat's forehead. "Thanks. I just got in my own head again."

"Aye, an' it's my job tae pull ye back out," Kat smiled, giving her a soft kiss before yawning widely. "Feck, I'm tired. G'night, love."

Kat yawned back, feeling her jaw pop slightly with how large the motion was. "Yeah. Night."

Chapter 32: Losing Control

POV: Katlyn

It was still dark when Katlyn woke; she didn't open her eyes immediately, desperately wanting to get back to sleep. Something, or someone, didn't want to let her. She felt Ann, usually a fairly quiet sleeper, tossing behind her. No, not really the word for it. She was moving back and forth, almost writhing.

A nightmare? Some ghost of her past coming back to torment her displaced soul? Kat opened her eyes and started to roll over. As she landed on her back, Ann moved again. Strong hands gripped her wrists as Ann loomed over her. Kat was instantly awake, sensing danger in her lover.

"Ann, ye all right?" she whispered. "C'mon, let me go. What's wrong?"

Nothing but panting breaths reached her. Kat's eyes adjusted to the dark, a beam of moonlight poking through the window. Ann's eyes were still closed, her face flushed and looking down, she was rock hard.

"The feck? Ye sleepwalkin'?" Kat asked as she struggled in the grip. Ann shouldn't be this strong. She should be able to break free, but not this time. She looked up to see Ann slowly opening her eyes. "Good morn' oh feck." Kat gasped.

Where her girlfriend's bright green eyes normally lived, a pair of bright purple glowing orbs stared down at her. Kat's heart skipped a beat. They hadn't taken care of Ann's libido last night. She was due to overload in the middle of the night. They'd never found out what that meant.

Well, feck. She thought to herself as she felt Ann's cock press hard against her lower lips. She moaned loudly as she was spread wide, arms instinctively wrapping around Ann's back. A second later, a ravenous mouth met hers, tongue pushing past her lips and searching deeper.

Kat's eyes rolled back as she felt Ann taking over. This wasn't like her normally attentive lover. No, this was something different. Something more. Maybe something less. Her thoughts were interrupted as Ann thrust hard, pulling all the way back before slamming back into her. Her walls clenched involuntarily around the massive cock inside her. It felt amazing, as it always did, but holy hells was it rough.

Tearing away from the tongue looking to throatfuck her, she panted for breath. "Feck, Ann, ye there? OOooooh!" She was cut off again as another titanic thrust pushed her up on the bed. Quickly, Ann's strong arms pulled hers down to her sides, and the Vulhardrin speared back into her.

Ann sped up. Taking her lover, Kat felt every millimeter of the massive member inside her. Ann was being so rough, so needy, so greedy. She was pounding her so hard her breasts bounced wildly, and the bed shook under them. Kat was losing herself. This was a side she'd never felt, and she wanted more. More of that amazing cock, more of that ridiculously hot body against hers. She wanted, no, needed it. Needed Ann to finish. To fill her.

Suddenly, her girlfriend tensed, and the cock inside her pulsed. She's cumming, feck, yes. Kat's lust-addled brain managed as she hugged the wolf-girl close, feeling her tail lashing against the legs wrapped around her waist. Suddenly, a warmth filled her core. Sticky, gushing, and filling, she cried out in a primal ecstasy as she took her lover's seed. Her mind blanked out, and she lost control of her muscles as her own orgasm rocked through her body.

Normally, Ann would stop here, give her some time to rest and recover, but she felt another thrust hit her, then a second. Her insides convulsed as her oversensitive nerves were assaulted by another round. Oh, this is gonna be a long night.

POV: Annita

Ann could tell something was wrong, but for some reason she couldn't care. It was almost like a dream. She had Ann under her and it felt incredible. She was fucking her girlfriend into the bed with a raw power she'd never normally possess. Looking down at her lover, her sight was clouded by the strange purple haze that'd covered her vision since she woke up, she grinned at the twitching mess she'd made of Kat.

She'd already came once, and she was still hard. She knew Kat wouldn't be satisfied until both of them were unable to continue, so she kept going. Pounding into the woman as hard as she possibly could. Kat could take it. She was stronger and tougher than Ann and she liked to play rough.

She was rewarded as her cock was gripped in viselike pressure as Kat came again. Growling from deep in her throat, she leaned in and kissed her lover deeply. Ann felt the woman melt under her, lips and jaw opening for her, allowing her tongue to play. She kissed and sucked at her lover's tongue, feeling the slippery appendage fight feebly against her, enjoying the struggle. Drawing back, she nipped Kat's lower lip, sharp teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Not enough to wound, but enough for a little pain.

Kat gasped and arched beneath her as she did. Gods, Ann was addicted to that feeling. She scooped her arms beneath Kat's back before she fell to the mattress and pulled her lover up onto her lap in a sitting position. Locking her eyes with Kat's she began to bounce the Guardian on her lap. There was no input from Kat, who seemed to be completely lost in pleasure. She simply grabbed the woman's hips and bounced her in time with her thrusts.

Kat's arms wrapped around her neck, her face burying into the crook of her neck as the litany of moans and cries was muffled.

Ann could feel herself getting close again, she couldn't stop it. Nothing could stop her tonight. She felt incredible, and hungry. Hungry for everything her lover had to offer. She wanted to take everything. To taste it all. To give her love and take the love that had been offered to her.

Sharp teeth clamped into Kat's shoulder as she came a second time, filling the already overflowing cunt wrapped around her. She felt Kat's insides squeeze around her, milking her for more, taking it all and begging, pleading for her to continue. Another growl and she felt her vitality restoring almost instantly. Normally she'd flag, but not tonight. No, tonight she could go longer.

Flipping Kat over, she lifted the Guardian's hips up to her. An idea raced through her mind unbidden, and she pressed her cumslick cock up against the woman's ass. A deep moan into the pillows encouraged her, as she pushed against the tight entrance. It took a few thrusts, pushing firmly, lubricating heavily with their combined cum, before Kat let her in.

Oh, fuck, this is so much tighter. I need more. Ann felt her body urging her onwards. Kat was enjoying it clearly. The Guardian hadn't told her to stop, and as she paused, she felt her lover's hips pushing back on her, slowly and steadily easing her cock deeper into her ass. Oh, that tightness was wonderful. She held herself barely in control, fighting the titanic urge to thrust because she knew how difficult this was. She'd played with toys with her girlfriends, and they were all smaller than she was. Then again, magic skill seemed to be helping as she suddenly slid into her hilt.

A cry of ecstasy erupted from both women as Ann bottomed out, pulled back, and sank to her hilt again. So much tighter, and that cinching ring around her base felt incredible. She quickly lost herself as the bed creaked in protest to the rough treatment.

Wet smacks echoed as she felt Kat's muscled ass bounce against her stomach. She revelled in the sight of the ripples she sent through the flesh with each thrust, taking a hand and smacking them just to see more. The moan she got from that sent a thrill from her, as much as the instinctive clench around her length. She definitely loved this.

POV: Rosalyn

A cry echoed through the house, causing Rosalyn to sit bolt upright. She slept lightly, partially a factor of having lived in the woods for so long, and partially because the sheep side of her wouldn't let her have it any other way. Wiping her bleary eyes, she looked around. It was still night, maybe very early morning. Nothing seemed the matter, and she stood to look out the window.

Another scream. It was loud, close. "What in the Hells?" she mumbled to herself. She grabbed her night clothes, slipping them on, and cracked the door. Nothing was wrong outside her room. The hallway was dark except for the firelight from downstairs. The door to the guest room was opposite hers, and nothing appeared amiss there either. Maybe it was a wild animal? A Warped stalking at the edge of the warding circle? Those things had creepy screams. Especially that snail thing from the other day. Gods, she hoped her guests could help with that. It was a really-

Rosalyn's thoughts were cut off as a moan brushed against her ears. That wasn't pain. That sounded like pleasure? She'd made similar noises playing with herself. The Druid was a lonely woman; she had to make do, and she'd certainly made the best of what she could. Another moan, deeper, and a different voice. Then more. Oh! Oh my gods, they can't be.

She crept as quietly as she could, closing her door behind her as she approached the opposite side of the hallway. Another scream, this time she couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure. She was worried her new guests were in trouble, but it was also the two women. They were a couple, right? Clearly, this was fine. A bit rude, especially waking her up in the night. Though, what if? What if something had made its way past the wards? What if they were in trouble?

Pulling her staff from its enchanted space, she gripped the comforting shaft as she slowly eased the door open. "Hello? Are you two all right? I heard a scream, and then a moan, and then other noises and I just wanted to make sure. Please tell me to leave if you-" Another loud moan took her by surprise and she stumbled forward. On her hands and knees, she looked up.

The room was dark, only lit by the window. A wet smacking was coming from the bed. Looking further up, she saw what was happening. The Vulhardrin, Annita she said her name was, was towering over the Alfhindur. Their bodies moving against each other as something connected the two.

Rosalyn wasn't an innocent little lamb. She knew what sex was, but the sight still confused her. How was Ann... how was she doing that?

She almost immediately got her answer as the woman pulled her hips back, revealing an insanely long cock that was firmly lodged into the other woman's ass. She didn't even pull all the way out, and it was larger than anything Rosalyn had used on herself. Her cheeks burned as she took in the sight, shuffling back.

The door behind her had swung back after she stumbled through, and in her effort to escape, she'd closed the thing behind her. Neither of the women on the bed had noticed her. Katlyn likely because her face was firmly pressed into the pillows, but Annita should have seen her. What was happening? Was she that focused on taking her girlfriend? Oh, oh boy, was it an incredible sight.

Rosalyn felt her own body heating up as her wide eyes were locked onto the scene before her. The Lupine was the picture of beastly lust. Her tall body arched over her lover, claws digging into the headboard as she took her woman. The bushy tail swished madly behind her as she moved. Every muscle under that gorgeous, flawless tanned skin was working perfectly together to thrust harder into the other woman.

Everything about the sight made Rosalyn feel weak. She felt a panic rising in her as she watched. The ferocity stoked instinctual fears in her, but it was mixed with excitement. Gods, what if that were her in the bed? Her being so thoroughly taken? Her under the wolf? Rosalyn's heart raced as she felt her loins moisten, and she rubbed them together unconsciously.

At that moment, the Lupine tensed, her tail going still and her ears folding back. Sharp teeth were bared as she pushed hard against her lover, locking them together as a deep growl echoed through the room over Katlyn's moan of ecstasy.

Rosalyn squeaked as she saw the two clearly reaching their climax together. Her heart raced.

The wolf turned its head towards her, glowing purple eyes fixing her on the spot. She pulled out of the other woman, who groaned pitifully before sinking to the bed. She stood, head scraping the ceiling before getting off the bed, slowly stalking towards Rosalyn.

The sheep felt her heart race. She couldn't speak. Couldn't move. All she could do was watch as the massive predator approached her with that insane cock pulsing between her legs. That cock that would split her in half.

Rosalyn's breath caught, and she felt the world going black, her body slumping before she lost consciousness.

POV: Annita

It was nothing like Ann had ever felt before. She was so alive in this moment. She was taking Kat, her girlfriend, and Katlyn was accepting everything she had to offer. It filled her with a sense of power that was intoxicating.

After likely minutes of thrusting, she felt her third climax nearing. She couldn't wait to feel what this felt like. Ann needed to fill Kat's ass with her cum. The urge was overwhelming. She felt the ring around her cock tighten as she swelled, Kat burying her face into the pillow, before she unloaded into the woman.

Pump after pump rushed into the tight hole she'd so thoroughly fucked. Kat's walls squeezed her harder here than her pussy ever had. It was a different pressure though. It was all at once, while the other place massaged her in waves. Her ass still felt incredible, and she locked their hips together, not wanting to let any leak out of Kat.

Eventually, the tide subsided. She'd intended to keep going. Keep fucking Kat until she literally couldn't move, but a squeak sounded from somewhere else in the room. Her purple filtered vision whipped around the room, locking on to Rosalyn.

The woman had somehow gotten into the room without her noticing. She was sitting there, the closed door at her back, trembling. Ann's eyes widened. She'd seen everything. And she hadn't run? Why? Was she into watching? Did she think she'd get away with it? Or did she want her? She was breathing hard. Her nipples stiff against her night shirt. She could also see a wet spot between her legs.

Ann pulled out from Kat, the Guardian flopping weakly on the bed and stood. She hopped down and slowly approached the girl, trying not to scare her.

As she got in arm's reach, stretching a hand out to cup the sheep girl's cheek, the woman went limp, toppling her curvy body over to her side.

Blinking in surprise, the purple haze suddenly lifted.

"What the..." Ann stammered, taking a shaky step as a wave of exhaustion hit her. "What the fuck happened?"

She looked around as a head rush hit her. Dizzy, she sat back down on the floor, holding her head in her hands and trying to steady herself.

Slowly, she regained control and looked around. Kat was stretching on the bed, with her face still shoved into the pillows.

"Feck, that was amazin' Ann. Ye back?" she asked.

"Yeah? Are you ok?" Ann asked, concerned.

"More than ok. I'm proper fecked in me arse! I can feel it all warm an' gooey in me!" Kat laughed as she sat up. "Think ye hit yer libido cap. Remind me tae let ye do that more often." She stretched, turning to face Ann, and seeing Rosalyn for the first time. "Ah, shite. What the Hells happened?"

"Dunno. I kinda came down from, uh, that," she waved her hands at her head, "and she was like this. I think I was going to try to fuck her. She seemed like she was aroused, and my instincts were saying go for it." A slap to the back of Ann's head knocked her forward. "Ow, what was that for?"

"Need tae take care o' her first. Then figure out how she's gonna react tae all o' ye." She said, moving over towards Rosalyn's head.

They laid Rosalyn down fully, making sure she was as comfortable on the floor as they could get her. The bed was a mess, and Ann thought she saw cracks running across one of the feet. Christ, they'd done a number on that thing.

Gently patting her cheek, calling her name, Rosalyn slowly woke up, her black eyelids fluttering to reveal hazy hazel eyes.

"Wha happuned," she slurred, rubbing her eyes.

"Ye passed out," Kat informed her bluntly. "Think ye mighta hyperventilated there. Ye feelin' alright?"

"A bit dizzy," Rosalyn said, cradling her head. "The last thing I remember was this terrifying wolf with purple eyes towering over me. She'd taken her lover and was coming for me, and then the world went black."

"Hey, um. Rosalyn?" Ann asked, drawing the woman's attention. "Think that might have been me. I didn't mean to scare you. I honestly don't know what came over me."

Kat stifled a laugh. "I feckin' know what came over me. An' in me, an' over the mattress. Ye make a mess, dear."

"Ha ha," Ann laughed dryly, returning her attention to Rosalyn, who'd actually giggled softly at the joke. "Listen. Full disclosure, I've got a weird Path, and it's got a sexual part to it. There's a resource that keeps building until I, well, cum. I'd never let it hit that limit, until we forgot tonight." Ann scratched behind her ear sheepishly. "So, I guess we know what it does now. Sorry that it had to be around you."

"Oh," Rosalyn replied softly. "That is unusual. I mean, you are too. With how much of your Wolf side you have present in your anatomy. Is that cock part of it? It's massive! Never seen something like it. And a requirement to orgasm on a regular basis as part of your Path? Never heard anything like that before. Is your path powerful? With a drawback like this it must be. What's it called? Does it matter who with? I'm going to shut up now!" she declared, stopping her rambling with both hands covering her mouth.

Ann blushed deeply as the woman over shared her thoughts. It was seriously cute how her filters disappeared when she spoke, and the sparkle of curiosity in her eyes drew her in. She felt her cock stirring again.

Kat laid a hand on her shoulder. "Down girl," she chided playfully. "So, Rosalyn, not tae press, but ye don't seem too disturbed by all this."

"Oh, no. Not really. I'd always fancied women. Not sure why, just a part of who I am. They're so much softer looking, and their faces so pretty. I just felt more comfortable with them than anyone else. Not that I had much experience. Small town being what it is, I didn't have many options. A fling or two in a barn. Always short lived. Then I moved out here, and things got more solitary. I make do with what I've got but I've always dreamed of being with someone who could just toss me around, take me, throw me to the ground and, eep!" she covered her motormouth again.

This time it was Kat's turn to blush. "Ye really speak yer mind, don't ye?"

"Only when I'm nervous, or aroused. And right now I'm pretty sure I'm both. Sorry?" Rosalyn said, as if she wasn't sure that she was sorry.

"Nah, it's cute," Ann laughed. "I can't really ask that we forget that this happened. I'm not really sure how to go from here, though."

"How about... you two think about it? Talk about it? I can just go back to my room. It's fine. Really. Pick up conversation in the morning? We've got a warped to hunt, and I've got plans for that, but that's not a conversation for now, and Bren should be part of that, being part of the group, and, and and..." Rosalyn trailed off.

"Sounds good tae me," Kat chuckled softly. "Ye need help up?"

"Yes please," Rosalyn replied, shakily standing with Kat's help. "So, uh, bye!"

With that she left the room. They heard the door shut on the other end of the hallway, and laid back on the floor.

"Ugh, guess the cat's out of the bag on this whole thing," Ann groaned, gesturing to everything around them, and her own body.

"I'm what?" Kat replied, a shit-eating grin plastered across her face.

Ann rolled her eyes. "You're crazy."

"You love it," Kat giggled, snuggling up to her side.

"This is going faster than I expected. You ok with things?" Ann asked, stroking Kat's hair soothingly, a finger tracing her long, sensitive ears.

"She's cute," Kat offered. "Faster than I want it tae be too. She seems eager, but... ugh, I'm still not great wit' the idea o' more than us." She sighed, rolling her shoulders against the floor. "She's nice, saved yer life, and really cute, I won't deny. Just... not yet, no. Ye're still mine fer now."

"All right," Ann accepted the declaration, hugging Kat closer. "And you want another night like this?"

"Feck yes I do," Kat shuddered, burying her face between Ann's sweaty breasts.

Chapter 33: Warding

Ann cleared her throat.

The four of them had gathered in the livingroom and were eating the stew from the last night. Speaking of last night, everything had gotten kind of awkward since. Bren was giving her and Kat scathing looks. He'd healed the bite on Kat's shoulder, but looked supremely grumpy about it.

"Could you not, please?" He asked. "I have heard quite enough out of both of you for a good while."

"Sorry, we didn't mean to," Ann started, with Kat cutting her off.

"It was my fault, really. I forgot tae help keep 'er libido down," the Guardian tried to apologize.

"And now at least we know what it does?" Ann said, trying to put a positive spin on the situation.

"Oh, yes. We certainly do. You become a raging sex beast that cannot be controlled and intimidate our host!" Bren burst out. "And make me listen to you and my sister do all that right beneath your room. Gods, I had to get dressed and leave you were at it for so long."

Both Ann and Kat looked down at their bowls sheepishly, with deep blushes warming their faces.

"For what it's worth, I was just concerned that someone was getting hurt, and the intimidation was just a misunderstanding. Really!" Rosalyn insisted. "I mean, who wouldn't be scared by a massive wolf woman stalking toward you with enchanting glowing purple eyes, completely naked! It was so primal and I think my sheepishness won out there and I just kinda went to sleep for a bit."

Bren sighed heavily. "Not helping. Just... can you please not? At least while I am in earshot. I get it was a mistake. I just may be traumatised for a little bit, here."

"Aye, we can do that. Sorry, again," Kat mumbled.

"So, about today. I have a request," Rosalyn announced. "Worry not, worry not, it has to do with your current assignment. I believe it will help us in the long run as well. This area, as you know, is near the Fertile Lands and has a much higher Warped population. Because of that, if we go back and fight that snail thing, we might run into packs of minor Warped. That'd be a problem. There's an old ward deeper in the woods, thankfully outside the Snail's territory for now, that was made to keep the smaller critters out. If I can get there and get it charged, it'll help a ton. Doesn't eliminate the problem entirely, but works as a deterrent. Nature magic!" she exclaimed, wiggling her fingers in the air.

"That sounds fair to me. I'd rather not have Twinwolves nipping at our heels while dealing with that freak," Ann said, sitting forward at the table.

"Yes. However, I must ask why you have not made this trip before?" Bren asked.

"Well, here's the thing," Rosalyn said, sighing and puffing out her black cheeks before continuing. "The area is crawling with Warped right now. More than I can handle alone. I've been meaning to round up some villagers to get it done, but I'm worried about them getting hurt too, and I'm the strongest fighter we have. To make it worse, I'm going to have to focus on charging the stone, and I'll be completely out of it. No offense meant, but I don't trust them to protect me well enough to get the job done. You three, however? Experienced mercenaries? I think you would do nicely."

"That's fair," Kat considered. "Bren an' I alone mighta been enough, an' now that we've got Ann here, should go even smoother. What manner o' Warped we lookin' at 'ere?"

"Twinwolves. Maybe a snowcat. Oh, some Chittering Crawlers. Hate those things. Nothing flying, thankfully. At least not since I last checked. Just a lot of them. I'm level twelve in my Path. How about you all?"

"Twelve," Kat and Bren said together.

"Eight," Ann answered, scratching her ear.

"Wonderful! I thought you'd be a higher advancement than I am, but this works out great! We all know about how tough each of us should be," Rosalyn clapped happily. "Well, let's get our food in our bellies and get this done!"

The air was a bitter cold as they set out. Clear skies did nothing to warm those who didn't have Annita's cold resistance. Kat, Brenn, and Rosalyn huddled under thick furs as they set out, wind whistling through the trees.

"Nippy day. Not unusual for this time of year, as I'm sure you all know," Rosalyn yelled over the wind, the noise seemingly not deterring her excitable nature. "So, we're headed further west. Not too far. You'll know when we get close. It's more of a central conduit to lesser structures erected around it. You see, a cairn built around a larger central stone, usually with runes carved into it. We're getting there."

"Hey, by the way. What are Chittering Crawlers?" Ann asked, drawing close to the smaller woman so she could hear. Even to her enhanced hearing, the wind was loud and she was losing words.

"Frightful things," Rosalyn said with a shiver that didn't seem to be from the cold. "You'll see soon enough, but they're spiders? Kind of? At least they resemble them. You've seen a rat, right? Of course you have. Now imagine that thing, but instead of four legs, ten. Imagine those ten legs don't end in paws, but spikes of bone. They drive them into trees and climb. The rat part of their head is mostly there. Their face, jaw, all that. They don't have ears anymore, and then there's their eyes. Bulging black things, way bigger than they should be. I hate them so much. Everything about them creeps me out and I just want to run away. I can't, cause that'd be putting other people in danger, but I'd put them in my bottom five Warped."

"Forgot tae say they're poisonous too," Kat grumbled, pulling her hood closer over her ears.

"Venomous, but yes. Don't get bit. Bren, can you deal with that sort of thing? I have an antidote or two, but if we all get bitten, it's not going to be enough."

"That was the result of my most recent level, actually," Bren confirmed. "I am limited, however. Three uses a day."

"Ah, one of the limited spells. Should be pretty powerful, then?"

"Yes, anything up to a medium strength poison. I believe Chittering Crawlers are low strength poison. They tend to swarm and overwhelm and use the poison to disorient their prey," Bren advised.

"Well, then we'll just have to deal with that. I'll try not to get bitten," Ann said. The picture painted did not excite her for the upcoming fight. Twinwolves were annoying enough with their pack tactics, but working together with other Warped like the Chittering Crawlers sounded like a nightmare.

"Hopefully, we can get it done quickly. Once that's done, odds are the Warped will turn on each other," Rosalyn explained. "Chaotic things, and territory being what it is, the Twinwolves won't take kindly to the others. If a snowcat shows up, then that thing'll either get out of town, or go for the biggest threat. At that point, I can hide us and try to ensure it thinks the wolves are that threat."

"A good plan. Sounds like ye've done this before," Kat huffed, hands reaching into her hood to rub her ears.

"Yes. A couple times. Normally when there's an uprising of Warped. Keeps the town safe and we have no shortage of volunteers for that kind of thing. Since this is more focused, we're on our own."

"Lovely," Kat grumbled.

After another thirty or so minutes of walking, they reached the first cairn. True to Rosalyn's description, it was a large stone surrounded by stacked smaller stones. The main stone was carved with a rune that looked like a shepherd's crook and continued down past where the smaller stones were stacked. It was dull, showing no magical life from what Ann could tell.

"Ooookay," Rosalyn sighed, shaking herself. "Here's where it gets tough. Get ready. No guarantees we're safe before we get to the main Rune Stone. Once I'm there, I'm starting the ritual immediately. Remember, this is a journey, not a sprint. Reserve what you can for the bigger targets, but make sure you're not going to die."

"Aye, form up behind me," Kat ordered. "I'll take the front, Rosalyn an' Bren behind, then Ann take the rear. Not like that, ye numpty," Kat rolled her eyes at Ann's instinctive grin. "Let's go."

Cautiously, the group advanced, weapons in hand. Ann fastened her faceplate and took up the rear, watching for anything that might be following them. For the first few minutes, nothing showed. The woods were eerily silent. The thick underbrush unmoving.

Suddenly a rustle, and a lone Twinwolf lunged at Bren from the right. The crack of Ann's revolver sounded, knocking the wolf off course with the impact. A white glow from Rosalyn's staff and a sharp root had impaled the creature, jutting out from the dirt.

"One down. Who knows how many more," Rosalyn chirped, resuming the pace. The woman was completely unruffled by the kill.

Ann didn't have a second to admire how unfazed the normally nervous Vulhardrin was. More rustling and two more Twinwolves jumped out from the sides. They seemed to be trying to avoid Kat. Not letting them, Kat stepped in front of Bren and struck down one, while Ann caught the other with her falchion.

The wolf on Kat's sword died instantly, the higher level woman throwing it from her blade.

Annita wasn't so lucky. The sword caught in its throat, the split head snapping at her, each half's teeth scrabbling against her new armour. Saying a silent thanks to Riva and her craftsmanship, Ann holstered her revolver, extended her claws and gouged out one half-head's eye. Black blood oozed down her arm as she took the flailing creature and shoved the sword further down its neck, silencing it.

"Nice to feel some actual progress," Ann sighed, wiping her sword clean of gore.

"Aye, told ya ye was gettin' stronger," Kat laughed back, taking up her position.

"Heads up, Crawlers!" Bren warned as something dropped on Ann's back.

"What the fuck? Get it off!" Ann cried as she tried to wrench the weight off her back. The spiked feet, claws? Legs dug into her armor, holding it secure.

"Stay still a moment," Rosalyn said, approaching and levelling her staff at Ann's back. A jolt of electricity made her fur stand on end, but the thing fell off her, dead. "Not tough, like I said, but they don't need to be. They like to ambush from the trees. Thankfully, it was just the one, for now."

Ann checked the charred corpse of the Chittering Crawler. It was as described. Ten legs that seemed to be broken to approximate the shape of a spider. Each leg's fur ended in a bone spike jutting from the flesh. They almost seemed barbed to some extent. Likely to hold on to prey better. What Rosalyn had failed to describe were the eyes. They were huge, that much was right, but they were also multi-faceted like a fly's.

"Thank the Gods these things can't fly," Ann huffed, standing back up and re-joining the group.

"Yes, I would not like to encounter that mutation," Bren agreed, shuddering. "Already, they are a threat. A cloud of them? Terrifying."

"Oi, more ahead!" Kat shouted. "Cover!"

A swarm of Chittering Crawlers came down the trees. Ann had no clue how she'd missed them, but it was like they were coming out of thin air. Swarms flowed down three trees in front of them, fanning out through the bushes and surrounding the party. Hisses and snapping teeth surrounded them as the things waited for an opening.

Ann and Kat levelled their weapons at the beasts, waiting to receive them, but nothing moved. A tense minute passed as the Crawlers edged forward, then skittered back at each movement from the party.

"What's keeping them?" Ann asked. "They could swarm us no problem."

"They don't know that. They're pack beasts and we're larger prey," Rosalyn explained. "They're trying to figure out which of us is weakest. Ideally, they'd split us up and corner that person, but we won't give them that choice. No no no. Katlyn, move forward slowly. Keep close together everyone, we need to keep moving. If they attack, fight."

"Aye. On me. March!" Kat ordered, each foot falling slowly and carefully, not risking any poor footing that would cause her to stumble.

The rest followed closely, keeping themselves touching in some way as they stared down the ring of spidery rats around them. Ann watched as one screeched, its cheeks tightening and causing its already massive eyes to bulge disgustingly. Sharp fangs that looked transparent replaced the normal buck teeth she expected from the vermin, almost needle like.

"We should be close. A few more minutes at this pace. It would have been much quicker, at our normal pace. Goodness, I hate these things. Twinwolves are nasty, but these are far more an abomination than the rest. They don't even have the right number of legs," Rosalyn rambled as she walked. She sounded nervous to Ann, and talking might be a coping mechanism.

"I dunno, the crow tree thing was pretty awful," Ann offered, trying to keep the conversation up so Rosalyn could stay focused. "Huge tree that bled and was full of crows. Literally. Its leaves were even crow feathers."

"Sounds vile. Was that out in the world?" Rosalyn asked, her eyes darting back and forth across their left flank.

"Nae," Kat joined in. "Guardian of a Seed. Fecker took all o' us tae kill it. Fittin' fer a Guardian though."

"Sounds like it," Rosalyn said with a grunt as she feinted at a particularly brave Crawler. "At least it was formed around two different creatures. The more creatures you see in a Warped, generally the stronger they can be. More tools for them to call upon. I heard tell of a beast that was a dog, a centipede, and some form of bird. It could fly, was long and writhing, so it was hard to hit, and its fur provided additional defences besides the chitin. What terror the hunters spoke with when they described it."

"That's fucking disgus..." Ann was cut off as a Twinwolf darted towards Rosalyn from a thick patch of underbrush.

The Druid caught it on her staff, forcing the butt into the dirt so as to not be knocked back, and sent a jolt of lightning through the creature, killing it instantly.

It was, unfortunately, enough of an opening. While she focused on the larger threat, the crawlers rushed in behind it. Three scurried around her legs, clawing at Bren's back while the rest rushed forward on all sides.

Madness ensued. Ann couldn't turn to get the things off Bren or she'd be overrun herself. Relying on her falchion, she sliced into a Crawler, severing three legs and sending it careening to its right. Switching targets, she took out another with a downward stab, pinning it to the ground before wrenching her sword free. Like Rosalyn described, they weren't tough, but there were a ton of them.

Rosalyn had caught a break and tore one of the creatures from Bren's back, tossing the writhing mess of legs back into the swarm behind her.

Bren had taken one out with his knife, but the third still harassed him. Spots of red showed through his robes and he seemed slower than Ann was used to him moving. A flash of his wand and his movements steadied. He fell back slightly, into the middle of the three fighters, allowing him to take cover and deal with his last adversary.

Ann had found her own annoyances with the things. Mostly, being that they were small. So small, in fact, that she had to stoop down for each swing to actually connect. It was exhausting work, killing one after another. Once or twice she just resorted to stomping the things' heads after cutting their legs. The only thing that stopped her was the horrid feeling of their innards on her paws and the fear the fangs might stab her accidentally. Downsides to not wearing shoes, she groaned inwardly.

Three more Twinwolves joined the fray as the horde of Crawlers thinned. Two charged Annita while one angled for Rosalyn. Aiming her revolver, Ann snuck a shot into the right shoulder of one, causing it to tumble and trip. The other was successful in reaching her, jaws snapping at her shoulders and head as she held it off with her sword arm. The leather held under the bites, but it didn't mean it didn't hurt, and she winced as she felt the pressure from those jaws closing over her flesh.

"Get the fuck off me!" Ann grunted, shoving her shoulder into the thing. It held on tenaciously by its teeth. She whipped her gun around and sent a smite straight through its chest. The body instantly went limp, and she pushed it to the side in time for the other Twinwolf to recover and grab at her ankles with its split head.

"This again? Really?" Ann winced, feeling the teeth digging into her unprotected flesh. "Fine, how's this?" She sliced at one of the split necks, getting a gurgling growl from its throat as the blade cut through flesh. It didn't cut clean, and the thing held on. Only with the second strike was she able to sever it completely, the jaws falling limp. The other head hung on for dear life, but it wasn't long for this world. Cold steel found the gap between two vertebrae and the creature fell limp.

Ann felt Bren fixing up what damage she'd taken, and moved on to skewering more Crawlers as they approached.

"They're thinnin' out. Let's move! Can't fight these fecks all day!" Kat shouted, bashing a crawler out of the way with her shield. She set the pace.

It was slow and grueling, but they made it work. After a few minutes, they entered a glade. Trees surrounded clear ground at the center of which was a massive runed stone. It towered over all of them, the morning light shading them as they approached. Seemingly wary of the place, or no longer confident in their numbers.

"Well, this is it," Rosalyn huffed, trying to catch her breath a little. "This will be what we defend. I'm going to be right there, on the ground next to it. Hands on the thing and chanting some old spell to channel my mana into it. Like I said. It'll take a while and the Warped won't sit by while I do this. Let me know when you all are ready."

Ann finished reloading her revolver, noting she'd have to restock on bullets when she got back. She was starting to run low. "I'm ready," she confirmed, nodding to Kat.

"Aye, seems we are. How do we know when yer done?" Kat asked.

"That'll be really obvious. Lots of glowing runes and the Warped will be running away," Rosalyn explained.

"Then get yer wooly arse tae work. We've got ye," Kat grinned, nodding to both Kat and Bren.

Without further words, Rosalyn knelt next to the monolith and began chanting. A rumbling echoed through the glade as the process began, and with it, a chorus of howls in the distance.

Chapter 34: Runestone

The attack wasn't immediate. As Rosalyn mumbled, placing her hands on the stone, the bottom of the runes began to glow red, slowly creeping upwards. Annita was familiar with a timer when she saw one and cursed inwardly at how slowly it was progressing. It'd be fifteen minutes, at a guess.

"We're gonna be here for a minute," she sighed to Kat. "What's the plan? Just fight until we can't fight anymore?"

"Eh, more or less what I was thinkin'," Kat confirmed, stretching as she scanned the treeline. "Think I heard a couple o' bigger things screamin' out there. Probably the Snowcat things. Bren, ye all charged up fer this?"

"Yes. I have a Mind potion as well, just in case the worst happens," he said. He'd taken up a position between the two fighters and Rosalyn, covering everyone as best he could.

"Remind me that we need to actually go over skills when we get back," Ann huffed, checking her revolver for the third time as they waited. "You two already know my skills and I only know Kat's."

"O'er a bowl o' Rosalyn's stew? Assumin' we convince 'er tae join us," Kat laughed. She flinched as a bush shifted.

"I think that would be lovely," Bren said with a smile. "Now prepare yourselves. They approach."

Sure enough, Twinwolves were the first creatures to appear from the dense foliage. Three scrawny looking things frothing from their mouths and split necks. Hideous and sickly even for their kind, the Warped rushed them.

Kat met two, knocking the first to the side with her shield and skewering the second down its throat. Turning quickly, she pinned the second with her boot and decapitated it quickly.

Ann ducked to the side, letting her adversary pass her before thrusting her falchion into its side. Even with her lower level, Rogues Do It From Behind made up the difference, allowing her to kill it in a single stab through its chest.

Glancing back around, more Warped had appeared. Two more Twinwolves and a crowd of Chittering Crawlers emerged.

"This is going to be a long morning," Ann sighed.

Two crawlers scuttled at her, not taking any heed of the danger of their head on assault. Ann kicked at one of them, sending it flying backwards into the others. As their legs tangled, the other Crawler that had advanced reached her other foot. Sharp, bone-tipped legs gripped her calf as its fangs scraped against her shinguard. Cursing, she bent down and pulled at the creature. The barbs at the ends of its legs dug into her flesh, holding it still despite her best efforts. Ann took her sword and began cutting off the thing's legs, one by one, until she could pry the rat-spider off her. Holding it up by the back of its neck, it hissed in her face before she chucked the crippled creature at one of the Twinwolves.

Kat was doing a good job drawing most of the attention to her. Taunts rang out across the glade as she called the Warped every name under the sun, and a few that Ann wasn't familiar with. The fighting became a blur as she and Kat worked together to keep everything away from Bren and Rosalyn. Whenever a Twinwolf popped up, which was happening more and more, Kat would get their attention, bait them and let Ann finish them off. Each warrior took equal opportunity to crush the Chittering Crawlers that kept swarming at them.

Things were getting heated. Both of the front liners were panting, sweat running freely down their faces as they focused on trying not to get hit. Bren was doing his best to keep shields up on attacks, bouncing off jumping Crawlers midair and repairing any bites or scratches that got past armour. Ann was still holding off on using any more smites, waiting for something bigger, but she'd fired off two more shots, killing a Twinwolf and a Crawler that had tried to get around them and attack Rosalyn.

The sheep-woman had held her focus throughout. Her head bowed and chanting constantly, the ritual had progressed about halfway. Bright red runes had lit up where there hadn't been any visible markings, and the stone itself seemed to groan with the magical power being pumped into it.

Ann wished she could focus on the sight, as she found it genuinely fascinating, but a snuffling grunt caught her attention over the noises of the other Warped. Glancing around after skewering another Crawler, she saw a shape moving through the trees. It was larger than the other Warped. Bigger than a snowcat, but not quite the size of the snail. The other warped seemed to tense as it drew nearer, backing off from that direction and making an opening.

"Big 'un comin' in! Think it's one of the Quillbears!" Kat warned, batting away three Crawlers with a swing of her shield. "Gods I hope they give us room tae work."

"Drinking a Mind potion!" Bren called out, popping the cork and downing the vial. "We have a bit longer. Try to keep injuries to a minimum, please!"

"We'll try. Kat, anything that I should know about this?" Ann panted as she stomped the back out of a Crawler that was getting at her feet.

"Don't get hit! Brute force beasty, but it can shoot its spines. Careful o' tha'." As if on cue her shield reverberated as a quill as long as Ann's forearm bounced off it.

Looking back to the treeline, she saw the Quillbear poking its head out. It was, surprisingly, mostly a normal bear. The big, bulky body covered in brown fur lumbered forward towards them like a fleshy tank, shaking its oddly cute ears as it huffed. The main difference was, of course, the brace of quills jutting from its back. All of them looked like they were made of bones. Bright white and yellowing, with jagged edges that would probably make them suck to pull out. As the Quillbear shifted, the spines clattered against each other as the thing moved. As Ann watched, the quill it had fired at Kat slowly regenerated. It poked at the flesh, pushing against it before tearing through and joining the others, shining bright red.

"Yeah, that's honestly what I expected," Ann sighed. The other Warped weren't letting up yet, but their attacks were getting less frequent as they gave the bear a wide berth.

"Can't all be too wild," Kat laughed. "Keep tae its sides. I'll try tae keep it pissed off at me."

"The others are backing off. Guess this is our fight. Let's go!" Ann called.

A moment later, Kat was between her and the bear, slapping her shield. "C'mon big guy. Compensatin' fer somethin' with those quills o' yers?" she laughed madly.

The bear roared, the taunt taking effect, and it fired off two more quills as it charged. Kat caught one with her shield, and the second one bounced off a barrier created by Bren. The Quillbear crashed into Kat with its full weight, but the Guardian stood her ground, using her skills to stay perfectly still.

As the impact hit, Ann slipped around to the right side of the creature, aiming to strike at its flanks. As it hit Kat, she moved forward and swung at its ribs. The sword cut deep, but glanced off a rib as it swung.

Bellowing, the bear swung its right paw back before Ann could get free. She felt something pierce her side before she was knocked away, her falchion wrenching free in the process.

Stunned and confused, Ann looked up at the bear as it turned on her. It had hit her with the back of its arm. What had stabbed her? Looking closely, as the bear shifted, she saw more spines running down the back of its arm. These were smaller, and all but hidden by the shaggy brown fur that was now dripping with her blood. Taking this into account, she stared the creature down. Along its brows were similar small spikes, and under its chin, thinner spines almost made a beard. The Warped was covered in them.

"That's not fucking fair," Ann groaned as she stood back up before being forced to dodge to her left as a massive paw impacted the earth next to her. She could feel the wounds in her side sealing as Bren's magic healed her, but didn't have time to thank him as a salvo of spines flew at her, while Warped swept its left paw at her legs.

In a desperate gamble, Ann dove over the paw and out of the way of the flying spikes of death. Rolling, she came back up to her feet and spun in time to see Kat shove her sword deep into one of the thing's eyes. The Quillbear shrieked in pain and staggered back, pawing at the wound.

"Keep yer eyes on me, lardass! Or should I say eye?" Kat taunted, trying to pull it back to her.

Thankfully, it worked, giving Ann a moment to collect herself before charging back in. Burning 10 points of her desire pool, she used Stoke the Flames to heighten the creature's rage, hopefully keeping it more focused on Kat. The creature roared as its anger surged and redoubled its efforts to flatten Kat.

"That's right, ye bumbling bag o' shite," Kat laughed maniacally as she defended herself. "Come to mama!"

Ann grinned as she got to work on the Quillbear's side. She slid in and out of range, keeping aware of the forelimbs that still tried to swat her away. Blood was already pouring down the creature's back as it continued to cover the area with its spines. Ann had taken to holstering her gun and throwing them with her offhand as she came across them. They were so plentiful.

As the Quillbear endured, the other Warped weren't quiet either. Stooping down to pick up another quill, a Chittering Crawler leapt at Ann, latching on to her. It found a gap in her armor on her back and sank its fangs in deep. Cursing, Ann reached back and gouged the thing's eyes out with her claws before tearing it away.

Cold began to flow through her veins and she felt her strength leaving with it. Poison, what Bren was hit with earlier. She staggered backwards, her leg failing her, sinking into the snow. Muttering curses, she tried to stand, hearing another crawler drawing near. Just in time, Bren's spell hit her, clearing the fatigue. She spun on her knees, cutting through the crawler easily before returning to the Quillbear.

Kat was still having a tough time of it and was dodging more of the creature's strikes than she had been earlier in the fight. Dancing backwards out of reach as the Bear tried to swipe her, she turned and darted to its side, cutting a line into its shoulder. Ann rushed forward and cut similarly on the other arm. The front end of the Quillbear buckled momentarily, but its flesh rippled as muscles rearranged to heal the damage. Rising, the bear reared back on its hind legs, spreading its arms and roared down at them, spittle flying from its jaws.

"Ann, behind me!" Kat called as she braced.

Not asking questions, Ann darted behind the defender and braced.

The bear didn't fall back on its paws. Instead, it tucked its head down and rolled at them, quills extending to form a giant ball of death. As the massive thing rushed them, it skewered Chittering Crawler and Twinwolf alike. It hit Kat's shield with a resounding crash. Ann could feel Kat straining to keep it still, her skills nearing their limits. The bear continued to roll, metal grating against bone, anguished cries of the other Warped trapped on the thing's back adding to the horror.

Ann walked to the side, taking aim and waiting for her moment. During the next roll, she aimed for the head and sent a smite infused bullet into the Warped's skull. The result was instant. The thing lost all coordination and flopped to the side, releasing Kat from the clash as smoke coiled up from the wound.

"Gods damn, that thing's heavy," Kat groaned as she stood, stretching and glancing around.

"I could tell," Ann chuckled, looking up at the rune stone. Still three quarters of the way done. "We still have time. Best not to let our guard down."

The bear shifted, spines bristling around it defensively as it laid there. Nothing much more happened, but it clearly wasn't dead yet.

"Oh blessed Hells," Bren cursed. "Kill it! It's healing! Stop it now!"

"It still had reserves? Ah fuck," Kat ran in and started hacking at the Bear as it curled up defensively.

Ann joined her immediately, blood raining down around them as they hacked at exposed flesh. She could see the wounds they'd made closing, and the new ones weren't bleeding nearly as much as they should.

"Fuck, Kat! I've got two more Smites. I'mma use em!" Ann warned, before her falchion glowed purple. Kat sidestepped away before Ann brought down her sword, scoring a deep, charred gash in the Quillbear's flank. The beast roared in pain but kept still. Moving again, Ann took aim at the furry head once more, sending a purple blast straight into the beady eye that glared at her.

More cries of pain were her rewards as she set back into cutting the monster apart as quickly as it could regenerate.

"Keep it up! Its restoration is slowing!" Bren encouraged, grunting from some effort Ann didn't have time to place.

She and Kat laid into the thick hide. Black blood poured out from numerous wounds that weren't closing. After what felt like minutes, the beast's muscles went limp, and it fell with a crashing thud to the ground. Dead.

"An' feck yer mother, ye piece o' bloated garbage," Kat spat.

Looking over at Bren, Ann saw several crawler corpses around him. While they focused on the larger threat, he'd been clearly multitasking with keeping them healed and taking care of the smaller creatures that slipped by.

"About a minute left. Let us clean this up!" Bren called, pulling his knife from the head of a corpse.

Ann and Kat both shouted back in agreement and charged the swarm of Twinwolves and Crawlers before them. Blood coated both warriors as they dealt death and dismemberment to the remaining Warped.

Finally, a loud rumble shook the earth below them. Pausing for a moment, they looked back to see the bright red runes had fully filled. A humming spread around them, feeling like it was shaking the air itself.

Looking around, Ann saw the remaining Twinwolves and Crawlers shrinking back from the stone, ears trapped back against their skulls before they turned and fled.

"Christ on a bike," Ann panted as she fell to her knees. "Thank the Gods that worked."

"Yeah, I was nearin' the end o' me stamina too," Kat gasped, staring up at the sky.

"Rosalyn, you ok?" Ann called. When there was no response, they all turned to see the woman had collapsed by the stone, breathing heavily.

Rushing over, Bren picked her head up and checked her over. "No wounds. Nothing else affecting her as best I can tell."

"Oh, yeah. I'm just tired. That takes a lot out of... me." Rosalyn whispered, yawning deeply. "Sorry, should have warned you about that."

"That's fine," Ann sighed with relief. "Just scared us. Man, if these things are this effective, though, why doesn't the kingdom have them all over the place?"

"They're rare, and require rare skills to create," Rosalyn answered weakly. "A Druid focused on warding and enchanting was how it was made, according to the journals I found. There are other types of magic that can do similar, but with this being so connected to the earth, the effect is much stronger. Just, you know, takes literally all of my Mind, pretty much all my stamina to charge it back up." Another yawn split her ebony face as she stretched and sat up. "Oooh, that's not great. So dizzy. Don't think I can walk."

"Ye need a rest?" Kat asked.

"Mhm, definitely," Rosalyn mumbled. "But not here. I wanna go home. Carry me?" She asked, extending her arms to Kat.

"I'm not much better than ye are," Kat chuckled. "But I'll make do. C'mere." She hoisted the sheep woman up on her back, keeping Rosalyn's arms wrapped around her neck. "Lighter than I thought ye'd be. We'll get ye home. Just rest."

With that, they set back out the way they came. Rosalyn was quiet during the walk, and about halfway there, Ann noticed she'd fallen asleep on Kat's shoulder. Subtly pointing it out to Kat, the Alf smiled as she tightened her grip on the sleeping woman, keeping her secure.

The trek back to Rosalyn's was quiet. Even Bren seemed exhausted by the fight. Seeing the hut under the large tree was a relief as they all piled in, shutting the cold out behind them. Ann got to starting the fire while Kat laid Rosalyn down on the couch. The woman curled up, snuggling against a pillow as she continued to sleep.

Each of them filed outside to wipe themselves off in the snow, getting the sweat and blood off them the best they could before heading back in. Bren got the kettle with leftovers from last night's stew and heated them up.

As the smell wafted through the softly light room, Rosalyn woke and sat up with a long stretch. "Oh, that smells lovely. And you're all still here! Good! I was hoping that wasn't a dream. Way too fun to be. Thanks for carrying me, Kat. I know you're tired. Really, really appreciate it, otherwise I'd be laying out there in the snow all sweaty and woozy. Not a great look. And you too, Bren, for keeping me guarded there. That Quillbear sure was a surprise. I just expected the smaller things. Guess we got unlucky. You two can really do some damage just on your own!" The Druid was clearly feeling better as her mouth began to rapid fire her thoughts to the group. "Oh, that's lunch. I'm so hungry. Is it ready yet?"

"Not quite," Bren laughed. "Give it a minute to heat through. And you are very welcome. How is your head? Any further dizziness?"

"Nope, just a gnawing in my gut!" Rosalyn chirped cheerfully. "Better than a gnawing at my arms and legs! That's for sure."

Ann couldn't help but laugh at the absurd cheerfulness the Druid gave off as she bounced slightly on the couch. Their food heated up shortly after and they all tucked in.

Full, Ann leaned back, resting her body as she felt the efforts of the morning begin to settle in to her muscles. "I don't know if I'm up for going after the Snail again today."

"Aye, best not tae do too much in a day, lest we make mistakes. Seeds can push us, but when we've got the chance, best tae take it slower," Kat agreed.

"Well, in that case, I do have some stuff around here that I could use some help with. If you're ok with that," Rosalyn piped up.

"Does it involve more Warped?" Bren asked wearily.

"Nope! You'll see. C'mon," she said, bouncing off the couch and heading to another room, beckoning behind her.

Chapter 35: Down Time

Bren

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Feeling his legs complain, Bren stood and followed their newly met friend into the other room. She was an interesting one. Outspoken to a fault, but intelligent, good-hearted, and clearly used to combat. When he'd heard that there was a Witch out in these woods, he was honestly dubious whether she would be a good fit for their team. They could have run into the various versions of the Path from the more potion focused practitioners to the darker magics like hexcraft.

A Druid though? A Druid was good. Especially since the Warped tended to be perversions of the natural order, someone somewhat connected to it could be invaluable to their objectives.

Rosalyn led them into what appeared to be used as a storage room. Crates and barrels were stacked high on shelves around them, with a lantern in the middle providing light. It was larger than he expected for the house, but made sense for someone living out here by themselves.

"So, honestly, I need some help with the high places. I haven't been able to reach to dust and take stock of the things up there," she said, kicking her feet with embarrassment.

Kat and Ann laughed and asked where they should start. Bren looked up, realizing that he'd be of no help next to the towering women.

"How may I be of assistance?" he asked, approaching Rosalyn.

"Oh, well, they've got the tall stuff, so I guess we can work on the lower things. It's mostly reagents, materials from hunting, some crafts and other stuff I've worked on over the years. You'll see. Mostly just need to dust things, get it all set out, reorganize. It's not spring yet, but cleaning's important!"

"That it is. So, I will start over to the right, and you the left? Work until we meet at the center. Is there any specific order you would like things?"

"Um, gosh. I guess hunting materials can start by me, the reagents by you, and anything that's otherwise, just move to the center and we'll work that out."

"That sounds good to me," Bren smiled down at the Druid before turning to his task.

As he shifted through boxes of pelts, some from what had to be Warped, his muscles complained constantly. He was a healer, but it didn't mean his Path did not take a physical toll on him. Channelling Mind through his body left the muscles it passed through tender in a way physical labor did not.

Kat understood this, but still poked at him for being scrawny. A product of their upbringing together. She was the brawn, and he was the backup, and they'd happily settled into these roles.

Bren looked over at Kat, who had handed Ann a box to go through before returning to her own shelves. He was happy for her. She seemed full of life lately. Well, more than usual. They had not known Ann for long, but she and Kat had quickly formed a bond he could not deny. He worried at times that Kat was falling a bit too quickly for the Vulhardrin. That she was setting herself up for pain by jumping in so deep with their new companion. Ann had not given him cause to doubt her yet, but he just could not ignore that portion of himself that felt protective.

"Rosalyn, I think these would be for you," Bren said, handing her a stack of pelts he'd separated from the various herbs and powders he'd been going through.

"Ah, thanks. Oh, and these are for you!" She replied, handing him a few jars with bones.

"Thank you." Bren smiled as he returned to his crates. "So, you moved out here with your parents nearby? What do they do?"

"Oh, all sorts of things," Rosalyn said, moving on to another box and cracking the dusty lid to rummage through it. "Dad's done farming for most of his life. Path took him that way from his years with his dad before him. Mom's always been more of a homebody. She helps with what she can, cooks, sews clothes, and all that."

"A simple household. It sounds lovely," Bren said, shifting through a couple more things. He paused for a moment, considering what to say next. "My home was always a busy one. If it wasn't for me, I doubt my parents would have taken any breaks from their studies. Unless, of course, they got some outside interference wanting to talk to them. That was actually what made us move to the capital. Katlyn's father caught wind of them and assigned an envoy through more subtle channels to invite them to a gathering."

"Ah, so you've been through a move yourself. How'd you take it?" Rosaslyn asked.

"Not well. I had my own friends, teachers, and others that I knew despite being young. Even at that age I was not fond of change." Bren sighed, setting aside a box of powdered bone as memories washed over him. "I, well, ugh. I threw several tantrums. I was young, I know, but it was unfair to my parents. They were just trying to do their best for themselves and me. I wept, screamed, and most likely hit them. I feel terrible about it, but they never bring it up in a negative way. In fact it almost seems to be a fond memory to them."

"Yeah. I get it. I was probably older when we moved. Had to say goodbye to all my friends and extended family. It sucked. I actually did the opposite. I holed up. Got really sad and quiet. I think it's when I got comfortable being more alone, now that I think about it."

Bren paused, glancing over his shoulder. Rosalyn's tone was matter of fact, but there was something in how her shoulders slumped that indicated a familiar pain behind her words. "Would you like to speak on it?"

"Hmmm, nah. I just kinda retreated into myself. Didn't talk much and stuck to being around my parents. After I got into my teens I wandered the woods. My parents hated it, thinking I'd get in danger, but I never did. The time alone let me think through what I was feeling. I got comfortable, and eventually came back to my old self. It was a rough patch, but is what made me, me. Wouldn't trade it for anything."

"Indeed. Luckily, I met Katlyn at the ball seeing as we were both bored and around the same maturity, and we quickly got into trouble together. The rest is history," Bren said, feeling a smile tug at his lips. "So, what are your plans for the future? Will you remain this land's guardian?"

"Hmm, I guess I could, but being out here, all by myself, does get lonely. I did have dreams of being an adventurer or something like it when I was a kid. Strike out and see the wonders of nature. Figuring out why the Warp is distorting nature and a way to stop it. Just never found the opportunity to try, though. I was useful here, and I had my own space, so I just kinda stuck here. Eventually, I'd love to go south, where it's warmer, and see what life is like down there. I hear reptile and insect related Vulhardrin are more common down there. Not to mention the ocean to the east. I just want to see more, ya know?"

Kat chuckled, shooting a look at Bren. He knew that look. She'd caught his game, and they'd gotten the answer they were looking for, but Bren was not going to push the question further at this time.

For the next hour or so they went through box after box of items, before finishing up their work.

The four of them returned to the main room, taking seats on the couch and chairs next to the fire. Kat and Ann had reflexively snuggled up together, the tall women easily taking up the whole couch. Bren rolled his eyes at the level of casual affection they'd reached so quickly, and sat in his own comfortable chair.

"So, I believe we have something to discuss. At least Kat, Ann and I. Before we discuss, I do want to ask something, Rosalyn. In the storage room was not the place to ask, however I believe it is a question better asked sooner, than later."

Rosalyn perked up in her chair, attention fully on Bren. "Sounds important. What's going on?"

Bren sighed. Considering his wording on how to ask the question in the most appropriate manner. How much context to provide the woman. "Rosalyn, we initially did not plan to come out here for the Warped. We, in fact, came here seeking you."

"Me? What for?" Rosalyn asked, cocking her head in confusion. "Oooh, wait, you said what you asked in the storage room. Am I being recruited?"

Bren blinked a couple times, taken aback she'd picked up on the thread so quickly. "Yes, actually. We were hoping you would join our group. Clearly, we are in need of someone with magic capabilities, and when my contacts in Graven Keep told me about a Witch out here, I figured that may be a good choice. It was only the day after we learned about the larger Warped out here."

"Oh, is that so? I mean, I guess we mostly take care of our own out here. Why me though?" Rosalyn asked.

Bren rummaged through his bag, pulling out his favorite tea, and setting the kettle to boil over the fireplace. Ann had called the tea chamomile. Not a word he recognized, but just another oddity to the time-displaced Warrior. "Well, we were looking for a fourth fairly quickly. We intend to be investigating the Seeds. Ann's, hmm, situation is giving us cause to believe there is more that can be done for the blighted gifts from the Gods. The unfortunate part being the dangers are still as present as ever. A balanced team is required. Why you specifically? I think I prefer Ann to explain that further, considering events last night."

Bren watched as Ann sat up, color tinting the woman's cheeks. A hand reached up and scratched behind an ear; a habit he'd come to understand as a sign of nervousness. "Guess that's the big thing. This isn't really going to be a big secret soon, but for now, could I get you to promise to keep it under wraps?"

Rosalyn looked up at Ann quizzically before her expression solidified. "Yeah. I can do that. Swear on my tree."

"Guess that's as good as I'm gonna get," Ann sighed.

Bren watched as the gears in her head worked. He knew what it was like trying to explain something when you don't know how it will be received. Explaining some of Katlyn's escapades had put him in that awkward situation often enough.

"All right, so I guess my Path is where I should start. I get it's all kinda private, but it's the most important part right now." Bren watched as she squeezed Kat's hand for reassurance. "It's Warrior of Orenous. Just like it sounds, I was chosen by the Goddess to figure out what's going on with the Seeds." Ann paused, gauging Rosalyn's reaction.

The Druid sat back in her chair, taking a moment to process. Bren watched as she folded her hands in her lap, hands fidgeting together. "That sure is an interesting Path. I'll give you that. Kinda surprised you're only level eight on it so far. Seems low for someone who's, at my best guess, mid twenties? Definitely in your prime. You should have had this for years. I'm twenty seven and have had a fairly active life compared to most, and I'm only a level ahead of Kat and Bren."

"Yeah, well, that's the other thing. I only got it recently. Like, a week ago recently," Ann said with a nervous grin. Bren could see her trying to fight the anxious fidgeting as she revealed more of herself. That, and that Kat was holding her hand tightly, offering support. "I... that's part of this, ugh. Yeah. So I only woke up to all of this over a week ago."

"Woke up?" Rosalyn interrupted. "Sounds like you were sleeping for a long time? A sickness? Maybe a curse of some sort? I've read a story or two left here of curses like that. Did you break it Bren?"

"No, no. That was not my role in her life," Bren laughed, waving her off. "Ann was not magically cursed by any person, nor does she display any signs of illness. Her past is far more a shock, and explains things more clearly." With that he gestured for Ann to continue. The woman pulled up her legs in front of her, hugging them defensively as she began to explain the circumstances she'd come into this time.

Bren watched as Rosalyn leaned further and further in her chair, to the point he worried she might fall out.

"Wow," the woman whispered as Ann finished her story. "That's nuts. And you two believe all this?" she asked, staring at Kat and Bren.

"Aye, she's shown me 'er status sheet," Kat confirmed.

"If you want, I can show you too? I know it's a big deal and all that, but I feel like I care less than you lot. Or I can just write it out?"

"I think that would be a better option," Bren advised. Looking over, he pulled out paper and something to write with. "Here. I think we should all note our progress. So we all know what we are dealing with. Oh, Ann, we did engage with multiple Warped. Did you advance at all?"

The woman's eyes unfocused, looking at something else. "Oh, yeah. I did. Cool. Up to ten now. I'll write out the skills.

Bren passed sheets out to everyone to write down what they had. Looking over his, he made sure all the information was correct before adding it to the pile.

"All right, well, that's cards on the table," Ann sighed. "Guess I know what Kat's is about in general, but I'm excited to see yours, Bren."

They all took turns passing their sheets around to get a better idea what their team was working with.

Name: Annita Kronforst

Age: 23

Race: Lupine (Warped 2)

Path: Warrior of Orenous (10)

Title: Chosen of Orenous

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Racial Skills:

Cold Resistance: Reduced damage from cold effects. Comfortable in colder climates.

Keen Hearing: Able to hear sounds from greater distances with greater clarity.

Natural Weapons: Claws and teeth are considered weapons for any skills that would affect weapons.

Endurance Hunter: +2 to Strength, +5 to Dexterity, +5 to Stamina

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Unique Passive:

Chosen of Orenous: The Bearer is burdened with a task from the divine. Growth of one's progression is accelerated by a factor of 1.5 once a Path is chosen. For each lover in the current party, increase the multiplier by.0.2. This bonus will apply to all party members of the same or lower levels as the owner. Further benefits will be unlocked upon progression of the Bearer's Path.

Additionally provides +5 to Faith.

Health Points: 250/250

Strength: 14

Intellect: 10

Dexterity: 26

Faith: 20

Stamina: 15

Mind: 10/40

Endurance: 14

Resilience: 12

Libido: 80/150

Desire: 120/130

Path Skills

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Passive:

Weapon Proficiency: Light weapons and small firearms.

Armor Proficiency: Medium Armor

Health Points: Stat has been unlocked.

Libido: Stat has been unlocked. Increases by 5/hour. Once full, sexual inhibitions will be greatly reduced until release is achieved.

Desire: Stat has been unlocked. Gained through relations with trusting partners.

Stat Increases: +5 to Faith, +10 to Mind, +2 to Endurance, +2 to Resilience

Compatibility: You're a large lady, in more ways than one. This will help make sure things go smoothly in your conquests.

Deft Hands: Increase dexterity by +5. Any complicated manipulation of your digits becomes moderately easier.

Rogues Do It From Behind: +0.1 of your Dexterity to enemies when attacking from their flanks.

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Active:

Stoke the Flames: Consume 10 desire points to inflame the target, incensing a heightened emotion of your choice for 1 minute.

Smite of Orenous: Enhance an attack to deal additional Holy damage. Adds 40% of current Faith to the attack. Cost: 5 Mind. When used on Warped, it cauterizes the wound, preventing normal healing abilities in the area.

Predatory Sensuality: Cost: +40 Libido. Requires a display of sensuality to activate. Your force of will and pure sensuality make you irresistible, lowering your opponent's guard. For a single strike, lower the target's Endurance by 5 points.

Lover's Intuition: Cost: 20 Desire. Gaze longingly into your lover's eyes. Gain insight into their desires at the moment to better satisfy their wants and needs.

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Passive Stat Increases:

+100 Health

+100 Desire

+50 Libido

+2 Strength

+11 Dexterity

+20 Mind

+2 Endurance

Name: Katlyn Farragher

Age: 43

Race: Alfhindur

Path: Stalwart Protector (12)

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Racial Skills:

Keen Hearing: Able to hear sounds from greater distances with greater clarity.

Long Lived: The blessings of your ancestors have increased your lifespan beyond most other mortals.

Darkvision: You are able to see clearly in the dark to a certain distance.

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Health Points: 360/360

Strength: 19

Intellect: 5

Dexterity: 12

Faith: 0

Stamina: 15

Mind: 0/0

Endurance: 27

Resilience: 25

Tenacity: 28/46

Path Skills

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Passive:

Weapon Proficiency: Light weapons and all shields.

Armor Proficiency: Medium and Heavy Armour

Health Points: Stat has been unlocked.

Tenacity: Unique Resource Unlocked. At the cost of taking damage, one may use points to fuel skills that would reduce damage elsewhere.

Stat Increases: +5 to Endurance, +5 to Resilience, +2 to Strength, +3 to Stamina

Protector's Constitution: Increase Endurance and Resilience by 3.

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Active:

Reactive Defence: Consume five points of Tenacity to reduce the damage you would receive from an attack by twenty percent. The barrier which you create must be precisely placed.

Stand Your Ground: Once every minute you may choose to not be moved by an attack that would otherwise move you. Spending two points of Tenacity allows you to reduce forced movement.

Taunt: Your words aggravate your enemies. Enemies affected will prefer you with their attacks while under the influence of this effect. Damage taken may cause the target to lose focus.

All In: Consumes all remaining Tenacity. Sets Endurance and Resilience to 0. Sacrifice all that defends you for a single offensive strike. Deals the total amount consumed plus thirty percent additional.

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Passive Stat Increases:

+240 Health

+36 Tenacity

+4 Strength

+2 Dexterity

+2 Resilience

+4 Endurance

Name: Bren Hedera

Age: 26

Race: Human

Path: Scholar of Restoration (12)

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Racial Skills:

Adaptability: Comfort comes in all climates. After spending several months in a harsh climate, you will become accustomed to it, and the effects will be lessened.

Learned: Because of your upbringing, you are inclined towards the scholarly pursuits. +5 to Intellect.

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Health Points: 170/170

Strength: 10

Intellect: 30

Dexterity: 12

Faith: 0

Stamina: 15

Mind: 120/120

Endurance: 12

Resilience: 12

Absorption: 58/130

Path Skills

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Passive:

Weapon Proficiency: Wands and staves.

Armor Proficiency: Up to light armor.

Health Points: Stat has been unlocked.

Absorption: Unique Resource Unlocked. Using healing effectively allows you to further protect your allies. Per ten points healed, gain five points.

Stat Increases: +10 to Intellect, +2 to Resilience, +2 to Endurance, +3 to Stamina, +10 to Mind

Scholar's Focus: Reduce Mind consumption by 10% when casting defensive spells.

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Active:

Restore the Body: Cost: 5 Mind. Heal one target within 50 feet that you can see for 80% of your Intellect.

A Preventive Approach: Cost: 10 Absorption. Utilize your Absorption resource to create a barrier in the space of your choosing. Able to deflect minor projectiles and enemies completely. Reduces damage of attacks that overwhelm the barrier by 10%.

Study Time: While reading a book you have not previously read, restore Mind at an accelerated rate. Must be focused on the book. +2 Intellect

Detox: Removes up to moderate poisons and diseases from a target within 50 feet that you can see. Can be used two times per day.

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Passive Stat Increases:

+120 Health

+120 Absorption

+40 Mind

+6 Intellect

+2 Endurance

Name: Rosalyn Losenska

Age: 27

Race: Vulhardrin (Ovine)

Path: Druid (13)

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Racial Skills:

Wooly Warmth: Reduced damage from cold effects. Comfortable in colder climates.

Danger Sense: Sensitive to upcoming threats. You will be more likely to notice danger.

Natural Weapons: Your horns are considered weapons for any skills that would affect weapons.

Stick to the Flock: Increases your Endurance by 2 when standing within five feet of an ally.

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Health Points: 230/230

Strength: 12

Intellect: 28

Dexterity: 10

Faith: 0

Stamina: 14

Mind: 140/140

Endurance: 12

Resilience: 12

Storm Winds: 70/170

Path Skills

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Passive:

Weapon Proficiency: Staves and Druidic Foci.

Armor Proficiency: Up to Medium Armor.

Health Points: Stat has been unlocked.

Storm Winds: Unique Resource Unlocked. Using offensive spells builds the storm within. For every 10 mind spent, 10 Storm Winds is generated.

Stat Increases: +10 to Intellect, +2 to Resilience, +2 to Endurance, +2 to Stamina, +12 to Mind

Druidic Resolve: You are resistant to mind-altering effects. Stronger abilities may be able to overwhelm this resistance.

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Active:

Thorns: Cost: 5 Mind. A spire of thorny roots or vines form at a point of your choosing, dealing 20% of your Intellect stat.

Entanglement: Cost: 15 Mind. Concentration. A field of vines erupts in a ten foot diameter circle, causing all targets to be slowed. If a creature is knocked prone in the field, the vines will ensnare them, preventing further movement.

Unleash the Storm: Cost: 40 Points of Storm Winds. Lightning jumps from your hand or weapon, dealing 80% of your Intellect to the target creature.

Camouflage: Cost: 20 Mind. Creates an illusion, hiding yourself or another creature of your choosing. Those who do not see past the illusion will see a natural alteration to the world before them.

Lightning Crash: Cost: 100 Points of Storm Winds. Call down lightning on a target, dealing 130% of your Intellect to the target, and 50% to any nearby creatures.

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Passive Stat Increases:

+130 Health

+130 Storm Winds

+60 Mind

+4 Intellect

+2 Stamina

"Damn, that's a good skill tae pick up, Ann," Kat laughed, ribbing her girlfriend. "Want tae destroy me more than ye already do?"

Bren sighed. He loved Kat, but her openness with her relationships sometimes grated on him. He preferred a more private approach to things when he'd been in relationships before. Another difference that they'd long since accepted wouldn't change.

"I doubt the other choice was all that helpful in the long run?" He asked Ann, trying to steer the conversation toward a more productive avenue.

"Yeah, no. It was a small stat increase to my Endurance. Feel like that's already all right where it is, so I chose the fun one," Ann explained.

"I guess that is fair. Sex is part of your Path. Rosalyn, your skills are quite interesting. Definitely on the damage focused side, but you bring undeniable utility as well. Was it Camouflage which allowed you to save Annita from the Snail?"

"Yup! Comes in handy more than you'd think. Warped can come out of nowhere and having the ability to just let 'em wander on past when I'm on my back foot has saved my life more than once. Your path is interesting too. A mitigation healer? All in one? Very useful, especially with Kat's brand of tanking. You two work together really well."

"Thank you. It was a difficult Path to use in the early days, but with each advancement it becomes easier and more powerful," Bren said, trying to conceal the prideful smile brough to his lips. He loved what he did, but took his parents' cautions of becoming overconfident to heart.

"And Ann, yeah, I can see why this is hard to explain to people. That's definitely different. I haven't really seen many Paths, but yours is way more lewd than what I thought. I'm guessing that's why you and Kat... uh... yeah." Rosalyn looked like she was blushing, if her skin could darken.

"Not all because o' it, though it was the impetus, yeah," Kat laughed.

"And last night was the first time I hit the cap on Libido, so, again, sorry about that," Ann muttered, hiding her face behind her knees.

"Don't worry, don't worry. You didn't know. And, well, we talked. So, any questions on my Path?" Rosalyn asked everyone else.

"Hmm," Bren muttered, going over the details again. "No. It seems like a Path that spends Mind, builds up your secondary resource, and then unleashes the larger attack. It makes sense to me."

"Yeah, me too," Ann agreed, taking the sheet. "Druidic Resolve is really cool for a passive. Not sure what we'd run into that's mind altering, but can't imagine we won't."

"Aye. Some nasty tricks from some o' the Warped. Spores, magical suggestion. That'll help ye. I like it. Seems like exactly what we needed. Little less on the elemental side, but a ranged caster with multiple damage types is perfect. So, Rosalyn, I guess this'd be the formal request. D'ya wanna come with?"

Rosalyn sat back, her eyes losing focus as she thought.

Bren could tell what was likely going through her head. Uncertainty, fear of leaving her home, the new people she'd just met. "Perhaps we save your answer for after we deal with the Snail? Give you time to think it over?" He suggested.

"Yeah," Rosalyn replied distantly. "It's a big change. Not like I'm afraid of change, but still. Makes me all nervous and I need a minute to sort it all out. You don't mind?"

"Nah," Ann replied instantly. "As the person who's gone through the most change here, I get it. Should we just eat and get to bed for tonight?"

"Yes, I think that would be best," Bren agreed, watching Rosalyn as her thoughts drifted.

Dinner was bread, whatever was left of the stew to fill things out, along with some mushrooms. They ate in relative quiet and returned to their rooms.

As Kat and Ann ascended the stairs, Bren stopped them briefly. "Please keep it down tonight. I am exhausted."

"We will," Ann assured, patting him on the shoulder.

Bren had his doubts, but smiled back and settled onto the soft couch for the night as the fire faded. He heard a few creaks from upstairs, but nothing he couldn't ignore as he felt himself drift to sleep.

Chapter 36: Snail Trail

Ann hugged Kat close, feeling the Protector drooling on her shoulder. It was going to be a big day, and she didn't want to leave the bed. Her blissful procrastination was interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Rosalyn peeked through a moment later.

"Good morning! It's time we get ready for our hunt. Do you two need anything?" their considerate host asked.

"Mmmm, g'mornin," Ann mumbled back. "Kat's a bit wiped out. She's gonna need a minute."

"Ah, not good with mornings? I'll get some coffee made. Hopefully that helps. You need anything? Water or whatnot?"

"Some water would be nice, thanks," Ann replied, sitting and stretching as Kat slipped off her, grumbling at being disturbed. She saw Rosalyn's eyes go wide as she caught sight of her naked body and winked at the embarrassed Druid.

"I'll, uh... go get that. Be back in a minute!" Rosalyn squeaked, closing the door quickly.

Ann chuckled, running a hand through her mane of dark grey hair, scratching her ears and fluffing her tail. Her morning maintenance was more than it used to be, but whatever Orenous had done for her meant her hair didn't seem to tangle, which was awesome when she didn't have access to easy bathing.

She got up and was in the process of getting dressed when Rosalyn came back in carrying a cup of coffee and water in each hand. Throwing a shirt over her torso, and pulling on some panties, Ann took the cups.

"Thanks. This should get Kat up," she said as she downed the cup of water.

"Oh, yeah, any time. She always like this? The really deep sleep?" Rosalyn asked, standing around a little awkwardly.

"Definitely. As long as I've known her, and Bren's said she's always been like this. Actually, here. Just put this next to her side of the bed. It should at least stir her," Ann said, handing the cup back.

"Oh.. Ok?" Rosalyn took the cup and walked over to the sleeping Alfhindur.

Kat groaned, smelling the coffee, and reached out for the person who'd set it down without opening her eyes. "Mornin, Ann. I ever tell ye ye're the best?" she mumbled as she dragged Rosalyn down into a hug.

"Eep!" the Druid squeaked as she tried to resist the powerful arms with no effect.

"Mmm, don' remember ye havin' horns though. Ye changin' more? An'... wool?" Kat cracked her eyes open, meeting Rosalyn's panicked gaze from atop her chest. "Oh, oh shite, sorry! I didn't mean tae," she stammered, releasing Rosalyn immediately. The other woman stood quickly, hand clasped together in front of her and looking anywhere that wasn't Kat.

"No, no. You didn't know. It's... it's quite alright. Yeah. I don't mind," Rosalyn stammered.

Ann grinned at the two across the room. Deciding to test her newest skill, she spent the 20 Desire on Lover's Intuition. She never needed to use something like it for Kat, but she wanted to get to know Rosalyn a bit better. Information entered her mind as she looked at the Ovine. It wasn't like she got a printout on what she was feeling, but she could interpret things a bit clearer. The way the woman breathed, her posture, the fidgeting with her hands and darting of her eyes back and forth. She was incredibly flustered, but not in a way that she wanted to escape. It almost seemed like she was... waiting? Waiting for someone to make the first move.

Ann smiled inwardly at the knowledge, dismissing the skill before it moved on to Kat. Not something she'd be wanting to use outside of the bedroom. Half the fun of things was figuring out people, getting to know them the old fashion way. It also felt a bit creepy. The vague wording of the skill didn't seem to limit it to sexual encounters. A useful tool, but one to be very careful with.

"Hey, relax, you two. We're all girls here," Ann finally broke the silence with a laugh. "I asked her to put the cup down. Didn't know you'd be trying to drag me back into bed."

"I mean, I wouldn't mind more o' ye in bed," Kat laughed back. "But aye, guess it's time tae be up," Kat groaned as she threw off the blanket, stretching her muscled arms and back.

Ann and Rosalyn paused, watching the view together, before getting back to other topics. Kat threw a shirt over herself, freeing the two women from their daze.

"So, what's up fer today? Eh, conversation fer when we're down wit' Bren. He seem all right Rosalyn? Know we kinda frustrated 'im the other night."

"Oh, he seemed fine to me. Much better rested. That's for sure. Can't say I blame him for being exhausted last night, what with the racket you two were causing."

"Yeah, still feel bad about that. He deserved a warning," Ann said with a grimace. She knew she'd hate to hear her siblings fucking their partners in the next room.

"Just need tae find 'im someone tae take 'is mind off it," Kat chuckled with a grin.

"I offered to try. Back when we were touring the temples. He realised all he does is hang out with older women all day."

"Oi, not that old, ye decrepit ol' hag," Kat huffed.

"But still sexy, right?" Ann jabbed back.

"I mean, yeah, but still a hag."

"Well, I do look pretty good for being over five thousand years old. Seems like Rosalyn agrees with you too." Ann laughed, catching the Druid staring at her again.

"I... do. Yeah. I definitely do. In like, an intimidating way? Something that puts me on edge, but I want more of it? I don't really know what to say. I should probably shut up." Rosalyn clamped her hands over her mouth, screwing her eyes shut.

Ann just wiggled her eyebrows at Kat, receiving a dramatic eye roll.

They finished dressing and joined Bren downstairs in the living room. He was sitting with his customary pot of tea and a book laid out across his lap.

"Readin' anythin' good?" Kat asked as she flopped on the couch, scooping a piece of bread and some cheese Rosalyn had laid out before checking on them.

"Probably nothing you would enjoy," Bren replied, closing the book. "A history of the kingdom from before the Alfhindur immigrated. It is difficult to pick apart. Ancient Bultrong is not too different from the modern script, however, there are enough syntax changes that it makes for slow reading."

"Yup, not my thing. So, what're we doin' today?"

"I think today should be our hunt for the Snail, yeah?" Ann offered. "We have that stone warding the area from smaller Warped. Rosalyn, how long does that last, actually?"

"I don't have exact numbers, but I think it's about a month? Normally we just put together a party when we notice the Warped coming back. It's not too much trouble if we keep it maintained, but we let it lapse since the population of monsters was thinner than usual," Rosalyn explained as she took a sip from her cup.

"That is good. Not much pressure on timing, but sooner rather than later would probably be best," Bren mumbled over a mouthful of bread.

"Aye, want tae get this over with before anyone else runs into the massive beastie," Kat agreed.

"So, we jus' huntin' it down, or do we wanna prepare anythin' fer the fight? Traps, things we can use tae slow it down. Ye know any places that'd help wit' tha' Rosalyn?"

"I think so. It was last seen to the south, and a little west. There's a ravine nearby that we might be able to use to our advantage. We could, if possible, lure it to the edge and get it to fall in. It'd stop its lateral movement for the most part, and should stop some of its shell spines. It'd give me the high ground too, while Ann and Kat deal with it lower down. Think that might work?"

"It sounds good to me. What if we can't get it into the pit?" Ann asked.

"Then we have to deal with it as is," Bren said, cupping his chin in his hand. "I would think using Rosalyn's Entanglement would be our best bet for reducing its movement, and possibly its reach. From there, it would be up to you three to bring it down while I keep everyone healed."

"Aye, that can work. Though we need tae do somethin' about that scream. Ann and I can't deal wit' it considerin' our hearin'. Feckin' hurts."

"We could use wax, if any of you have it. Plug our ears so it's at least better. Not sure if it'd do anything against the concussive force, but at least our ears would be protected," Ann offered.

"I have some wax in the other room. Also some wool that could work. I'd bet both together would help block out the sound really well," Rosalyn chirped. "Issue is, that'll make you two deaf to everything else."

"We'll just 'ave tae deal," Kat huffed. "We'd go deaf quick anyway, an' more permanently if we didn't."

"True. Guess it'll be a trade off then. I'll go put that together. You all get armored up and we'll head out. Sound good?" Rosalyn asked.

After a round of agreements, Kat and Ann returned to their room, getting back into their gear before returning to the casters waiting for them.

"Here you two go. I wrapped it in paper so it'll keep until we need," Rosalyn said as she handed them two bundles of paper each. "Just stuff it in your ears when we get to fighting. Everything else ready?"

"Yeah, let's go," Ann said.

They trekked south, taking care to be quiet and cover their tracks as they went. This, unfortunately, meant they made pretty poor time. By the time they reached the ravine Rosalyn mentioned, it was nearing noon.

The ravine was suitable for what they were looking to do. With steep banks and a narrow bottom, it would restrict the Warped significantly. Unfortunately, it was pretty obvious that it was there. None of them believed the Snail to be particularly intelligent, but it was definitely smarter than a Twinwolf or Quillbear.

"So, how do we get it to run into this? It's been pretty happy to pelt us with ranged attacks if we get away from it. What's the plan?" Ann asked.

"That's gonna be my job," Kat muttered. "I'm gonna have tae piss it off enough it wants tae chase me. From there, I'm gonna be playin' the dangerous game o' stayin' right outside its reach. Baitin' it until it gets mad enough to charge. Bren, ye remember the thing that killed Arty? Same deal."

"I remember," Bren said, a darkness passing over his face. "That may work. It would be better if we could do something to erect a cover. Possibly some bushes or the like to disguise the ravine? Last time you had the sledge to hide behind."

"I wish I had something related to the wind," Rosalyn said with a hand on her chin. "It would make creating a cloud of snow a lot easier. Since I don't, Ann, how do you feel about making one ourselves? You and me can grab a couple bigger bushes around here and kick up the snow in clouds. It's mostly powder that would billow up pretty easily, especially with the dead branches kinda acting like a broom."

Everyone paused for a minute, considering the proposal.

"It is what the Snail was using to obscure its presence on our first encounter," Bren said, looking around the area. "And there are enough snowbanks that it would be possible. It would just run the risk of draining your stamina."

"If it gives us the advantage of the ravine, I'd say it's worth it," Ann said, taking another look over the edge.

"All right, in that case, let's do it," Kat decided, stretching. "We'll need tae track it down, but once we do, leave the baitin' to Bren an' I. You two hurry yer arses back 'ere an' get tae work. Since we don' have anyone tae message o'er distance it'll just 'ave tae work like tha'."

"Right," the rest answered as they set off.

It didn't take long to pick up the Snail's trail. Trees had been pushed over, vegetation flattened, and a groove dug into the ground by the shell it dragged behind it.

Kat took up the lead as they followed where the thing went, with Bren following her. Ann and Rosalyn stayed behind, ready to bolt as soon as they caught sight of the creature.

As they went, there wasn't much to be heard in the forest. Anything Warped seemed to be driven away, as expected after the ward was powered. There was the occasional rustling of a bush before a squirrel popped out, some birdsong, but nothing larger.

"You sure we're going the right way?" Ann asked after about ten minutes of walking.

"Oh definitely. See how the grooves are there? How the dirt is packed and scraped over in that direction? Not to mention how the trees are pushed away and back? That thing pulled itself along using the trees, so that indicates its direction, too," Rosalyn said as she pointed to the various signs and tracks. "Also that hand print there in the snow. Pointed this direction. Tracks are fresh, though. So we're close. Kat, it might be a good idea to start making noise. Get the thing's attention. Ann and I are ready to bolt."

"Aye, let's get it goin'," Kat huffed as she brought up her shield and began slamming her sword against it. The clatter echoed out through the woods, quieting anything else in the woods.

Kat took a deep breath and began to yell. "I'M RIGHT 'ERE YE BLIGHTER! YE GETTIN' FLIGHTY AFTER OUR FIRST MEETIN'? DIDNAE KNOW YE WERE SO SHY! I'VE KNOWN MICE WIT' MORE O' A BACKBONE!"

She continued her tirade before a tree crashed to the side, and the Snail barrelled out towards them. Wrinkled white flesh writhing as it pulled its hulking form towards Kat as fast as it could manage.

Rosalyn and Ann turned and ran as fast as they could. No second guessing, no looks backward, just the rush of their heartbeats and the impacts of their feet on the ground.

It only took a couple of minutes to get back to the place they'd planned their ambush. Ann grabbed an already cut piece of bush and tossed it to Rosalyn. She took her own shrubbery and started doing her best to create a snow-screen. It was hard work, but once the snow was in the air, they kept it up much easier. Soon, a cloud of snow was glistening in the cold sunlight as the sounds of Kat and the snail got close.

The really unfortunate thing was that they had to be inside the snow-cloud to be both hidden from the Snail, and to keep it going. This meant they couldn't see what was happening outside their cover.

Kat was close, Ann guessed, gauging the distance by hearing alone. Maybe a hundred feet. She kept swinging the bush, making the snow cloud as large as she could before a piercing scream made her flinch and pause.

"Get outta the feckin way!" Kat yelled.

Immediately, Ann dropped the shrub, turned, and ran in the opposite direction of where she saw Rosalyn before they made the cover. She quickly cleared the cloud just in time to see the back end of the snail disappear into it. Kat wasn't anywhere to be seen, but Bren was nearby, looking slightly winded.

After a few heartbeats, they heard a screech and a crunch as the Snail hit the hard bottom of the ravine. Looking over the side, Ann could see it had landed on its back and was in the process of trying to right itself, which was taking a bit.

"Well, that was feckin terrifyin'," Kat laughed as the snow began to settle. "Though that's not it. Bastard's tough. Bren, Rosalyn, ye stay up 'ere. Ann, wit me. Let's teach this feck how we dance!" With a wild grin to Ann, she stepped off the edge and slid down the wall, rocks and gravel kicking up everywhere.

Mirroring her grin, sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight, Ann waved at the casters before following her down.

As they hit the dirt, the Snail was in the process of getting itself back upright. Both fighters stuffed their ears with the waxy cotton Rosalyn had provided. Nodding to each other, they readied themselves as a reverberating thunk shook the ground. The Snail had righted itself, staring at them with a featureless face quivering in rage.

With a scream, it charged.

Chapter 37: It Gets Worse!

The Snail charged Kat and Ann, kicking up what snow remained after its impact. Long arms dug deep grooves into the slopes of the ravine as it pulled itself even faster.

Kat ran in, taking the creature head on, and was rewarded with a strike to her shield. A loud thump resounded as the Snail pushed her back.

Ann took the opportunity and rushed past the Protector on the side of the arm that had just swung. She snuck past the first, longer, arm and ran up the side of the ravine. Kicking off it, she tried her best to angle a cut across the thing's main body.

A pale, bony hand reached out from the other side of the snail, batting her away. It would have hurt a lot more, if not for a spire of thorns that jutted up to intercept the limb.

Howling in frustration, the Warped turned its faceless stump toward the casters on the ridge. The shell creaked as it shifted and began to blast them with the sticky black goo it used before.

Bren, however, was prepared, and a wall of shimmering force appeared before them, stopping anything that would have hit them.

Rosalyn was busy casting something, but Ann couldn't pay attention. She'd jumped back to her feet and had joined Kat in dueling the Snail's hands. One formed a spike, curling its hand to point all four fingers at Ann and thrusting it forward.

Ann barely jumped over it, the claws nicking her back. Using the momentum, she sliced the skin beneath her with the falchion, rewarded with a stream of black blood and a gurgling screech.

Beside her, Kat had sidestepped a slam from one hand, driving her sword into the back of it, before tearing it free through its fingers.

The Snail howled with pain as it pulled its damaged limbs back. Unfortunately, the damage didn't last as the Warped's innate healing quickly repaired it. Skin rippled and distorted, restoring severed muscle, while bones snapped and replaced anything that had broken.

"Well, it's definitely Guardian level. At least," Kat shouted as she spat a red streak across the snow.

"Wouldn't have needed help if it wasn't, right?" Ann called back, preparing for the next trade, watching the Snail be harried by a mess of thorns that had sprouted from the slopes.

"Aye. C'mon. Got a bit o' a plan," Kat yelled as she charged the Warped with a mad grin.

Ann was right behind her, waiting for her cue. It came quickly. The Warped tried to slam Kat with its left hand again, seemingly frustrated it wasn't able to knock her away. Kat dodged again, stabbed the hand, but instead of pulling free, pushed the weapon further in, pinning the limb.

Ann didn't need to be told what to do. She raced past on the inside, once again trying for the main target.

The snail reared its right arm, preparing to strike, but was halted as a patch of brambled vines sprouted from the dead earth. The vines wrapped around the thing's arm, holding it at bay as Ann continued her mad dash.

Reaching the center stalk of the Snail she pulled her pistol and fired a Smite enhanced bullet straight into the thing, followed up immediately by an empowered slash.

The smell of burning flesh filled her nose as the Snail reared back, raw red lips parting as it let out its cacophonous scream. Bracing, Ann was still knocked back, but she didn't feel her ears bleeding this time. A quick check put her health at 200/250. Then 224. Bren's healing at work.

Refocusing, she saw Kat pulling her sword out of the pinned appendage and returning to her side.

Nodding at each other, the two fighters moved back in.

With a mighty pull, the Snail dislodged its right arm, and part of the hillside, to swing at them. The spray of dirt and gravel blinded them momentarily before the Arm swept through, catching Ann and pulling her back.

"Fuck shit, fuck!" Ann cursed, hacking at the hand as it lifted her high above everything else. Looking down, she saw a spine on the Snail's shell turn and was immediately blasted with the sticky black ooze.

A gurgling laugh seemed to echo from the creature's mouth as it made to throw her to the ground again.

Ann braced for a bone breaking impact, but it never came. Instead, the thing's hand spasmed as a crack of thunder echoed through the ravine. Smoking embers marked a charred portion of the creature's main body, where Rosalyn had probably used Lightning Crash.

Wriggling, Ann wrenched herself free and tumbled down onto the shell below her. Looking around, she angled herself near a spine, taking a closer look.

It was a seemingly hollow tube, tapered toward the open end, with a ball socket at the base, allowing it to pivot. Almost like a natural version of a battleship turret she'd seen in a book.

Ann took her falchion, wedged it in the space between the main shell and the spine, and shoved hard. She heard something crunch before wrenching the blade free.

The snail beneath her, previously occupied with Kat berating its mother or something like that, lurched beneath her. Thankfully, and somewhat ironically, the ooze it had covered her with had given her enough sticking power she was able to stay latched on.

She repeated the process two more times, disabling three of the six turrets on the thing's back before a hand reached back and pulled her off. Her claws scrabbled at the shell as she tried to hold on, but suddenly she was flying, the wind rushing past her ears. As she tumbled, she saw Kat's head snap upwards.

The Protector immediately turned, running beneath her, before tumbling in the snow as she caught her.

"Thanks," Ann gasped, trying to catch her breath from the impact and exertion.

"Any feckin time," Kat grunted back as she pushed Ann off, getting back to her feet. Now that there was less firing up at them, Rosalyn could really let go. She made sure to angle her Thorns to take out the remaining spines the best she could, before turning her attention to the main body.

Kat and Ann re-engaged, but were quickly driven back as the creature let out another deafening scream.

Arms reached back as the Snail began to grunt. Each hand took a grip on the opening of the shell, and it began to strain. Drool and black blood dripped from its mouth as it strained, groaning with the effort.

Slowly, horrifyingly, it pulled itself out of the shell. Ann watched as pieces of flesh tore away from its body, muscle and bone exposed as the back half of the creature was slowly revealed. With a final scream, it pulled itself free and collapsed on the ground. As it regenerated, its back half slowly reassembled itself in a mess of tentacles, almost like a squid, with longer tentacles extending past the rest.

Kat and Ann were almost on top of it when its head swiveled up at them and it skittered to the left, up the side of the ravine.

"What the fuck!" Ann cried as she watched it move. It was much faster now that it didn't have to carry around its shell. "Phase two, let's get this fucker!"

Rosalyn was already tossing out Thorns left and right, with an Unleash the Storm.

Bren, now that he didn't have to work on protecting himself and Rosalyn, was standing focused on the fight in front of him, ready to provide healing.

Scuttling down the slope on all four arms and its many tentacles. As it ran, it grabbed rocks in the longer tentacles and hurled them at the two fighters in front of it. Without the shell, it was so fast all Ann could do was get behind Kat before it was on top of them.

Kat stood tall, blocking strikes with her shield and parrying others with her sword. Even then, hits got past her guard. A hit to the leg, quickly repaired by Bren, one to the arm that would have been crippling if both Bren's shielding and her Reactive Defence weren't stacked together.

Cursing, Ann moved around to the right, dodging tentacles whipping at her. She took a couple of lashes to her shins, three more to her side, but her armour reduced the impact significantly.

She got close enough to strike at the base of a tentacle, but as she swung, the creature shifted its position deftly to dodge the strike. An impact on her side sent her tumbling in the dirt before she rolled to her paws.

Changing tactics, the Snail turned and rushed up the side of the ravine and bore down on Bren and Rosalyn. Kat and Ann screamed as they rushed up the steep incline as fast as they could, but the monster was far more agile.

Rosalyn leapt to the side, while Bren ducked forward. The experienced healer had apparently made the correct call. He slid down the slope, and under the surprised creature on his back. As he slid, a shimmering wall of shielding appeared over him, blocking or mitigating the thrashing tentacles he shuffled through.

Losing interest in Rosalyn, the Snail turned back to the other three. Gathering its limbs together, it launched itself over to the other side of the ravine. Letting out a hiss, it grabbed at any stone large enough for its tentacles to hold and began hurling them at the party.

Everyone scattered as they dodged the missiles. Bren did his best to deflect anything he could, but he had to be running low on Mind and Absorption at this point.

Kat and Ann ran forward, and the Snail met them with outstretched arms. Without a thought, both women sidestepped the strikes aimed at them, grabbed hold, and pulled as hard as they could. The loose gravel on the slope worked to their advantage as they dragged the thing off balance and tumbling back down to the bottom.

Righting themselves, they nodded to each other once more.

With no time to waste. Ann leapt forward, this time aiming for the creature's midsection. She watched as muscled rippled beneath pale flesh; the creature preparing to move, before vines snaked up from the dirt. Ann jumped clear of the patch of ground as Entanglement took effect, holding the creature still.

Landing on the Warped's back, Ann drove her falchion deep into the grisly flesh. Pumping a Smite into the wound, she dug her foot claws in and drew her pistol. Aiming at what she figured was the spine, she emptied the gun and her Mind. After each flash of purple, a hole appeared on the back of the Warped, spewing black blood and smoke.

The shell-less Snail screamed and writhed beneath her. Every limb it had spasmed wildly, kicking up snow and dust. Each screech was loud enough it hurt Ann's ears through the cotton, but she held firm to her sword. She watched as Kat advanced, shield up in front of her, blocking some of the force of the creature's screams. Slowly, each step an effort, she reached the front of the creature, dropped her shield, and swung as hard as she could.

As the neck split at the edge of her blade, a crack of lightning sounded as Rosalyn Unleashed the Storm into the other side. With their combined force, the head split free in a shower of blood and gore. The body fell limp under Ann's feet and she pulled her blade free, drawing heavy breaths.

Slowly, on shaky legs, she walked over to Kat and hugged her. Tension leaving her body for a moment as she leaned on her lover. Kat unfortunately, staggered under the weight, and they tumbled to the ground, sprawling next to the corpse. Both pulled the wool from their ears and sighed as their hearing returned.

"Fuck that thing!" Ann groaned, staring at the sky.

"Aye. Never wanna see somethin' like it again," Kat panted.

"Hey! You two! The head is still moving!" Bren called from the side.

"I'm out of Mind for it," Rosalyn said, sliding down to the rest of them.

"I've got it," Ann groaned, taking Rosalyn's helping hand as she rose. She staggered over to the wriggling section of neck that made what was left of the thing's head. Its mouth gaped and hissed, but without its lungs, the sounds were pathetic. Ann pushed her blade down, leaning on the back as she cut it in half lengthwise. Leaving the sword there, she moved a couple of feet away and collapsed again.

"That was absolutely horrifying," Rosalyn sighed, crouching beside the fighters. "Never seen a Warped tear itself apart. Not like that, for sure. Absolutely grisly. I wonder if that shell was actually part of it, or something it adapted to be part of it? Maybe the goo it shot out was part of the main creature, but that was damaged when it pulled free? I've got so many questions. Excuse me. I'm going to go poke at it. Be right back!"

"Be... careful ya twit!" Kat called after her as the Druid walked over to the Snail's corpse.

"Is there anything you two need patched up? I am low on Mind, but can at least bandage anything needed," Bren asked the two.

"I swear I broke a leg out there," Ann muttered tiredly, "but you got it before it even fully broke. I'd be dead so many times over without you."

"That you would," Bren said with a smirk. "Someone needs to keep you two safe when you do something reckless." His face softened. "Well done. Rest now. I will keep watch over you and whatever Rosalyn is doing. Is that a knife? Oh, good. She's carving into it."

Ann and Kat laughed at the commentary as both relaxed into the dirt and rested their tired bodies.

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The team stumbled into Rosalyn's house, shucking their gear and flopping on the soft furniture.

"So, so tired," Rosalyn sighed as she sank into her chair, rubbing her horns.

"Ye woulda been less tired if ye didn't insist on haulin' a piece o' the shell back," Kat laughed, then groaned as Ann cuddled in next to her.

"Hey. Not often you get a chance to look at something like that. Who knows? It might be good for something!" Rosalyn protested. "Armour, a shield? Patching the roof? I don't know. Something!"

"What is done is done," Bren said. He was the only one not completely exhausted, and he moved around the room preparing coffee and tea, along with some lighter food, to offset the day's efforts.

"Done is right," Ann laughed. "I'm done. Soooo done. Just wanna lay here and cuddle forever and ever."

"Ye might just get tha' sweetheart," Kat mumbled, pulling her closer. "Ye're so feckin' warm."

"Mhm. Cold resistance for the win!" Ann giggled.

"It's awesome, isn't it?" Rosalyn piped up from the depths of the chair. "Don't have to have all those layers, underwear for warmth, all that."

"So, anyone else level?" Ann asked, lifting her head from the crook of Kat's neck.

"Aye, actually. Which means Bren probably did, too." Kat glanced over at the man, who gave her a quiet thumbs up.

"Not me. Though I'm above all the rest of you, so that makes sense. A little more needed for me. So, what'd you all get?" Rosalyn asked as she pulled herself up into a sitting position.

Ann focused, eyes going blank as she pulled up the silver notifications. "Ooh! I got three this time! That means we're all on the same level!" Reading through the notifications, she took a look through what she'd gotten. There were two skill choices, two per, and the normal stat boost.

Congratulations! Your Path has advanced!

Warrior of Orenous (11)

Please choose from one of the following:

Death From Above: While airborne, increase your attack's damage by 50% of your Dexterity.

Fade Away: Reduce your presence, becoming slightly harder to detect. Will not effect direct eyesight. Uses: Equal to 10% of your Dexterity, rounded up, per day. Currently (3)

Congratulations! Your Path has advanced!

Warrior of Orenous (12)

Please select a core stat to increase by +2.

Congratulations! Your Path has advanced!

Warrior of Orenous (13)

Please choose from one of the following:

Burst of Speed: Double your physical speed for 6 seconds. Limited to one use. Use resets on the completion of a sexual encounter.

In and Out: Cost: 30 Desire. Enchant a singular bullet to pierce the first enemy it strikes. It will not pierce the second.

"Huh. Those are interesting," Ann said, looking over her choices. "I'm pretty sure I know exactly what I'm choosing."

"Oh? What's that?" Kat asked, sitting up from reviewing her own choices.

Ann laid out the choices to the group, deciding just to take more Dexterity since it seemed like the focus of her Path besides her other secondary stats.

"Wow, that's pretty strong!" Rosalyn gasped as she read Burst of Speed. Just a straight increase in how fast you move. I wonder if your mental speed is increased to compensate for reactions? We'll need to test. Does it increase muscle mass as well?"

"To that point, if it does increase muscles, would that cause damage to them afterwards?" Bren pondered. "It does not say anything about side effects, but I would imagine increased exhaustion from moving so quickly. We will have to experiment."

"All I know is that it means ye might be able tae fuck me faster," Kat laughed.

Ann rolled her eyes, but chose Burst of Speed. Death From Above, everyone agreed, was too risky and niche. Yeah, she was getting tossed around a lot, and Kat could launch her, but not something she wanted to do all the time. Fade Away was chosen for two things. It let her move around enemies to take advantage of Rogues Do It From Behind easier. Also, she was going to be famous fairly soon, if General Polaris' warning held true. Being able to slip away into a crowd unnoticed would be really useful.

Kat was offered a choice between a percentage increase to her Resilience based on her Strength, while her other option provided further Endurance for a moderate amount of Tenacity spent. It would last for three minutes, but Kat decided the permanent increase to Endurance was worth it.

Bren had already made his selection. An aura spell that consumed Mind over time, but restored the stamina of those within twenty feet. It forced him to be closer to the front line, but if it meant Ann and Kat could fight longer, it was worth it. Or at least, that's what he told them.

"Also three more hours until I need to fuck. That's awesome," Ann sighed, relaxing back on top of Kat.

"Yes. That requirement does sound rather inconvenient," Rosalyn sympathized. Out of the corner of her eye, Ann caught her cheeks going red at the thought.

"Hells, ye don't hear me complainin'," Kat laughed, pulling Ann in for a quick kiss.

"I hear plenty, thank you very much," Bren huffed, though his eyes gave away the joke.

As they talked, the sun had begun to set, amber light filling the room with a cozy warmth.

"It's getting late. Do we just want to relax for the evening?" Ann asked.

"I'd like that, actually," Rosalyn agreed, standing. "I could use some time after all the excitement today. I'll be up in my room, though. If anyone needs me."

The fluffy haired woman turned and walked up the stairs. Kat and Ann followed shortly, choosing to relax in bed, while Bren settled in by the fire with a book in hand.

Chapter 38: Breaking Free

Ann and Kat were relaxing the next morning. Time wasn't an issue today. With the Snail slain, and the rest of the Warped in the area dealt with, they were taking their time. They'd had their nightly passions, but this morning was proving to be similarly intimate. Something about being able to take their time, relaxing, and being so close was almost as exciting as the nights Ann was slamming Kat into the bed, or vice versa.

At the moment, Kat was gently petting Ann's tail. Ann's breath slowed as the relaxing strokes caused her to melt into her Protector. A soft chuckle from Kat made her heart skip a beat, heat rising in her cheeks. She loved that sound, and how easy it was to tease out of the woman. She had the same silly sense of humour. A goofy grin here, a poke or wiggle there, a playful kiss, and they were laughing happily as they embraced. It was bliss.

Unfortunately, that bliss was interrupted by a knock at the door. "May I come in?" Rosalyn called from the other side.

"We're not decent!" Ann called back, as Kat continued to pet her tail.

"I... is it still ok?" Rosalyn stammered.

"Come in before ye fidget yerself apart," Kat laughed.

Rosalyn cracked the door and slipped through, gently shutting it behind her. "Sorry to interrupt. I was just. I wanted to talk for a minute. Sorry if I interrupted. I could have waited. It's just. This is stupid. I'll leave you be." She turned to leave, cracking the door before Kat stopped her.

"None o' that. Sit yer plump arse down an' tell us what's the matter," she almost commanded.

Rosalyn stopped dead in her tracks, frozen, before she turned back around and sat on the bed next to Ann as directed. She held her hands together in the same nervous habit Ann was starting to get used to. She also noticed how the posture pushed her rather large chest together under her loose shirt.

Kat, still petting Ann's tail, not letting the other woman move under the covers, turned her head to face Rosalyn.

"So, what's on yer mind? We've not known each other long, but ye didn't seem the type tae not speak what ye're thinkin'."

Rosalyn fidgeted where she sat, wooly hair falling over her shoulders as she adjusted. "It's... I've been thinking about what Bren was talking about the other day. I'm... nervous? Scared? Worried? There's a lot going on in me. I think I want to. To join you all. Going around and figuring out the Warped issue? Working for Orenous? It sounds like the adventure I've always dreamed about. Thing is, I'm scared about leaving. This is pretty much all I've known. I've got family here. People who rely on me. I can't just... leave. Can I?" Rosalyn turned to look at them, eyes almost pleading as she seemed to shrink.

Ann tore her eyes off the heart wrenching sight to meet Kat's gaze. The woman nodded, and Ann threw off the covers and hugged Rosalyn. "Hey. No no no. It's ok. It's a big change," she said comfortingly. As she held her, she felt the bed shift as Kat joined the hug, brawny arms wrapping around Rosalyn's front.

"And ye won't have tae worry about the duties ye've been handlin'. I've been thinkin' about that since yesterday. I think I can work out a deal tae take care o' that. Provided ye're not the only one who can do it."

Rosalyn shook between them, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "You... really? I... I can. I can go? You can do that?"

"What's bein' a princess fer, if not tae help people?" Kat smiled softly, tightening her hug.

Rosalyn began to cry, burying her face in Kat's arm. They stayed there for a while, holding the smaller woman between them, providing all the comfort they could. Eventually, Rosalyn's tears slowed. She wiped her eyes and nose, sniffling heavily. "Thanks. I... I needed that. Something about me just..."

"Needed to hear that it was ok?" Ann tried to finish the sentence, leaning her head down to look into the Druid's hazel eyes.

"Yeah. I got so wrapped up in the 'what if's that I felt like I couldn't move," she sniffled again, shaking as she suppressed another wave of tears. "I was so scared that I'd be stuck here. I like it, but I want more, and I wasn't sure I could want that. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah. Gods above, I get it," Ann sighed, pulling her close again. "Doing something new is fucking scary. Shhhh," Ann whispered as Rosalyn started to cry again. Kat rubbed the Druid's back in gentle circles.

This repeated a few times. Rosalyn would collect herself enough to stop crying, but would soon fall apart again. Ann's front was damp from the tears that flowed, but she didn't mind. The woman had clearly been holding in a lot over the years, and this seemed to be her letting it out. It was touching that she'd sought them out for this as well. Kat had laid her forehead on the curl of one of Rosalyn's horns, being careful with her own long ears, and was whispering quiet reassurance.

Eventually Rosalyn calmed. She still shook now and then, as the exhaustion of the emotions she'd just gone through took their toll, but she wiped her tears and moved out of the hug.

"Thank you. Both of you. I really needed that," she said before taking a piece of her shirt and blowing her nose.

"Any time, girl," Kat said with a gentle smile. "Ye ok?"

"Yeah. I'm better now. Gods, my eyes hurt a bit. Ugh, crying sucks," Rosalyned groaned. She blinked rapidly, wiping tears away with ebony fingers. "It feels so good, but then you feel like your head is all stuffed full of cotton. Not to mention you feel exhausted. Oh, and hungry. Guess I didn't have breakfast yet. We should probably do that, right? Oh, Gods, you're both naked! I'm so sorry!"

"We warned you," Ann laughed. "Didn't seem to have a problem with it until just now."

"I was distraught!" Rosalyn tried to defend herself, completely failing, as her eyes couldn't be torn from the two naked bodies in front of her.

"Think she likes the view," Ann teased Kat.

"Aye. Not the first time she's seen it either," Kat purred back. "Ye'd think she'd be used tae it by now."

Rosalyn squeaked and buried her face in her hands as the other two women shared a good-natured laugh at her expense.

Ann reached behind herself and offered her tail to wipe Rosalyn's tears. The other woman took it gratefully, and after a short minute, she was herself again.

"That was a lot. Wow! I didn't know I had all that bundled up in there. Thanks for just listening, and for helping me and the people and my parents. I don't know how I could ever repay you. Anything. Anything you want."

Ann and Kat shared a look, and Ann turned back to the Ovine. "Just come with us? That's all we could ask, really. You good with that, Kat?"

"Aye. That'll do nicely. We needed ya, an' now that we know ye a bit better? I'd like tae have ye around."

Rosalyn dissolved into gratitudes again, with Ann and Kat desperately trying to talk her down. Eventually, they were saved by Bren knocking at the door.

"Are you three all right in there? I believe I heard crying a bit ago," he asked, voice muffled through the door.

"We'll be out in a minute!" Ann called back.

She and Kat got out of bed and dressed. Nothing special was planned for the day, so they just stuck to their casual wear. Ann in her simple shirt and kilt, Kat in her tighter shirt and pants.

Bren was putting out cups and plates for them as they descended the stairs to the living room. An eyebrow quirked as he looked at Rosalyn, but Kat waved him off.

"Don' worry about it. Things got a little emotional after we offered tae help her wit' the wardin' duties 'ere so she could join us. Nothin' big."

"Ah, yes. I can understand." Bren nodded sagely through the steam wafting from his cup. "Then it was agreed to? You will join us?"

"Yup! That's the plan. Though the other plans are still a bit of a question, right? Like, I get you're all important being a princess, but can you really do all that? Get someone out here to help with the rune stone? Oh! I didn't answer your last question! It doesn't have to be me to do it. Anyone with sufficient mana that knows the ritual can do it, no problem! Just got to teach them the words, the mindset and how to channel everything and it'll just happen. Wow! I can't believe you're helping me this much. This is so great!"

Ann laughed as the woman practically bounced in her chair with excitement.

"Though I guess I'll need to talk to my parents. That's going to be an interesting conversation. Little lamb leaving the pasture. Oh, mom's gonna cry worse than I did. At least we're staying in the kingdom for now, so we can just hop a train back and come see them if we need. Just, yeah."

"Honestly, not sure what tha's like," Kat said, chewing through her bread. "Ma an' Da sent me off wit' some gold an' equipment tae help get started, but there wasn't any cryin' or disapprovin' stuff. Just a 'make us proud' an' off I went wit' Bren."

"You may not have gotten that, but I absolutely did." Bren laughed. "Mother would not stop fussing about if I had enough rations, if I had my maps, bedroll, and more. I could not get a word past her. Father was not much better. I could see how much he wanted to fuss over me too, but he could see how much mother was doing already. He just began listing off advice he had read from journals of famous mercenaries, war heroes and the like."

"Yeah, me too. When I went off for college, I had the whole rundown of making sure I had a place to live, knew how to cook, all that. Had to move cross-country for the school I wanted to go to, so it was a big adjustment. Thankfully, we could just video call if we needed to talk or see each other, so it wasn't much of a problem."

"More ancient technology?" Bren asked, perking up.

"Oh, right, yeah. Basically, we had a way of talking from pretty much anywhere in the world. After like a hundred or more years of that, we figured out how to do video so you could see someone else while you were talking. It was pretty insane now that I think about it."

"That would set so many people's hearts and minds at ease," Rosalyn sighed.

"It did have its downsides, but not like it's likely to happen again in our lifetimes here."

"Still. To see mom and dad whenever I wanted? What a wonderful gift."

They continued chatting through their breakfast before everyone helped clean up.

"Right, so. I guess I should pack," Rosalyn said, looking around her living room. A sigh escaped her lips as a sad look dawned on her.

"Do you want help?" Ann asked.

"No, no. I just. I need a minute? Could you all just, give me a bit?"

"Yeah, we'll head up to the room. Let us know, though," Ann said softly. The three of them stood and headed upstairs. Ann gave Rosalyn's shoulder a reassuring pat, which was surprisingly met by the ebony hand, before she followed the other two.

Closing the door behind her, Kat spoke first. "Think she's gonna be alright?"

"Yes. I believe she simply needs to work through the emotions. It is rather sudden. Maybe we could give her some time? Leave before her and have her find us in the Keep?" Bren suggested.

"That might be a good idea," Ann huffed as she sat down. "It's a couple day hike back for us. Polaris should already be gone by now to talk to your mom, Kat. Not to mention our equipment should be ready, and my clothes. It would also give her time to say her proper goodbyes. Though, I guess she might want us there for her parents' sake. Know who their daughter is going to be travelling with. You know?"

"Aye. There's ups an' downs tae both options there," Kat muttered. She'd sat herself on the bed and had flopped over so her head was in Ann's lap. Her eyes were closed, clearly enjoying Ann stroking her hair and ears.

"I believe we should propose those to Rosalyn as a choice. I think I will be the one to do so. You two stay here," Bren said, rising.

After he closed the door and they heard footsteps descending, Ann let out a sigh. "Gods, this part always sucks. Don't like having put her in such a hard spot."

"Aye, but she wanted tae do this. Ye heard 'er this mornin'," Kat reminded her. "Emotions just feckin' suck. Illogical bullshite."

"Even the better emotions?" Ann teased, wiggling a finger in Kat's ear.

"Aye, even those, ya nutter. Keep it up an' ye'll lose that finger," Kat grumbled.

"Fine. She does seem to be opening up to us at least. More comfortable."

"Dinnae if that'll be headin' in the direction ye're implyin' though, Ann. Ye're too hopeful sometimes. Anyone ever tell ye that?"

"Oh, sometimes," Ann sighed. "Just, she's nice. That nervous energy is really endearing. Ya know?"

"Trust me, I know," Kat grinned, snuggling deeper into Ann's lap. "She's growin' on me. Not quite there yet, but she's gettin' there."

"I mean, the two of us hit it off pretty hot and heavy," Ann said softly. "Not everyone's gonna be giving me handjobs after days of knowing each other."

"Don't regret it fer a minute," Kat giggled.

"I'd be upset if you did."

The door creaked as Bren returned. "All right. She'd prefer us to stay and meet her parents. She is struggling, but believes things will be alright. We might as well just relax for a couple hours, while she gets ready. I have some reading to do. What about you two?"

Kat rolled over, craning her neck to the side so she could see past Ann's bust. "Spar?"

"Sounds good to me. I'm on the level with you, finally. Sounds fun!"

"So prone to violence, both of you," Bren sighed. "Let me know if you need healing. I'll be listening."

"We'll be gentle!" Kat scoffed. "A few cuts and bruises at most."

"Yeah. I won't even use my Smite or gun. Just sword to sword, and shield, I guess."

"Aye, can work on yer footwork, too. Ye're still workin' off instinct too much. Need tae give ye yer fundamentals.

A few hours later, and a string of thoroughly humiliating defeats for Ann, Bren and Rosalyn exited the house.

"I do believe it is time," Bren intoned, a solemn look on his face.

"Yup. I've got my stuff. Got everything put away I need to. It's all here. Just grab your things and we can get going. I... sorry, but I kinda don't want to go back in? Feels like if I do, I'm not gonna leave. Ok?" Rosalyn rambled, fidgeting with her hands in front of her.

Groaning, Ann sat up from being tripped by Kat, batting away the hand she was offered. Kat cocked an eyebrow, but let her stand on her own. "All right. Whatever you need to do to make it right. Want me to get our stuff, Kat?"

"I can help. Ye don't gotta do stuff on yer own, lass," she chided.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Still frustrating getting my ass kicked after I've gotten so much stronger," Ann grumbled, kicking some snow off her paw.

"An' tha's 'cause I've been fightin' people fer longer than ye've been conscious. Skill still takes time. Ye're good. Better than a novice, but ye've got room tae grow. And hey, ye're doin' way better than the fight on our date!" Kat laughed.

"You two fought on a date?" Rosalyn chirped, coking her head in a way that made her wooly hair bounce adorably.

"Yeah," Ann chuckled. "It was more of a conversational fight than much else. Just our fists in a park back in Graven Keep. I swear I almost fu..." Ann trailed off, eyes widening as she realised what she was about to say, and that Bren was right there.

"Well, that certainly sounds friendlier than I thought it was. You two are pretty close, that's for sure. In personality and physically. I can see why you two work together so well!" Rosalyn giggled, smiling brightly.

Ann took a moment to save that sight in her memory. The woman was dazzling when she smiled. The white wool contrasting her pitch black skin, and the whites of her teeth shining even brighter because of it. Shaking her head, she leaned back on Kat's shoulder.

"Yeah, and other things for sure," she said with a mischievous grin.

"Aye, an' other things," Kat murmured, nuzzling her head into the hand on her shoulder.

"All right, you two," Bren interrupted with a smile of his own. "Keep that up and we will be here all day. Go get your things. Be out here in fifteen minutes. We need to get to the village before it gets too late, and it is already past noon."

"Yes, sir!" the two women shouted, throwing Bren mock salutes before devolving into laughter as they returned to the house.

"They really are something," Rosalyn sighed once she saw the two close the door.

"Yes. Yes, they are. And don't think I haven't seen your glancing toward them, either. Keep that up, and you're likely to be swallowed up by the same energy." Bren warned with a smile.

"Oh, I don't know about that. They seem happy enough together. I wouldn't want to intrude. They're so perfect. It's just, yeah. I'm attracted, but I don't want to make myself a problem," she stammered, fidgets returning.

"Hardly perfect," Bren laughed. "You just saw a small part of their imperfections. Annita is new to everything and desperately wants to improve. Kat has been at this for decades, and she's the bar Annita's set for herself. I see tension there, but not enough that they will let it get in their way. Regardless, I would be genuinely surprised if they had not already had something of a conversation regarding yourself."

"Really?" Rosalyn asked meekly, not meeting his eyes.

"I am not blind, you know," Bren chuckled with a wry smile. "I see the way Annita looks at you. Annita, Katlyn and I had a conversation regarding her passive, which you have read. Katlyn's rule was specifically that they both be in full agreement before any romantic attachment be pursued."

"Oh! Uh, that's definitely more than I thought would be talked about. Interesting. I guess I'll see what happens. Just not gonna count my chickens before they've hatched, you know?"

"A wise decision. Ah, I do believe they are coming back," Bren sighed, preparing himself. "At least they did not become entangled in their brief time unsupervised."

"All right, ye bastards!" Kat shouted as she thrust open the door. "Let's get on the road! Gotta meet the parents and I'll be damned if we do it after dark. Bad impression, that!"

The rest laughed as they nodded to each other, and followed Rosalyn into the woods.

Chapter 39: Home on the Range

"Welcome to River's Crest!" Rosalyn cheered, waving a hand dramatically over the small town before them. They'd left the woods a bit ago and had been walking through barren farmland covered with the ever present snow. There were no more than thirty buildings that Annita could pick out. With the setting sun, the people were lighting lanterns and candles, getting ready for the night to take them. All had sloped wooden roofs and log walls from what she could see, with the exception of stone chimneys. It was quaint. Something she'd read about in stories, but hadn't ever thought she'd see for herself.

Rosalyn led them into town, mumbling greetings to the few people she passed. Despite knowing them, the woman seemed more reserved than she was further away from civilisation. Her chin had dropped, and her shoulders hunched slightly as she walked. Ann didn't comment, but took note that this was not an entirely comfortable situation for the Druid.

They came to a specific building, and Rosalyn opened the door without hesitation, beckoning them all in behind her.

"Mom? Dad? I hope you have enough for a few guests. I have friends!" she called into the house as they kicked the mud and snow off their shoes and paws.

"Rosy? Is that you?" a soft, cheerful woman's voice called from deeper into the house. " We didn't expect to hear from you for another month! Is everything all right?"

"Fine, mom!" Rosalyn responded, hanging up her coat and kicking off her shoes.

Through a door to the left, they entered the apparent living room. A pair of old, battered, overstuffed chairs sat before the fireplace. The room was cosy, a cabinet nestled in the corner next to a table large enough for six. Several chests and dressers, adorned with simple crafts or family portraits, stood around the room.

Rising from the chair on the left, Rosalyn's mother looked over the unfamiliar group that had gathered at the door. "Who are these? You said friends?" The woman was similar to Rosalyn in stature, though she bore a stooped back. Her black horns curled back the same way Rosalyn's did, but she didn't share the distinctive woolen hair. Instead, the clicking of her steps indicated she'd been born with hoofs instead of feet. Laugh lines creased the corners of her brown eyes, and her plump cheeks had a rosy hue as she smiled.

"Yup. They actually came looking for me. You remember the monster all the hunters were scared of? They'd come from the Keep to help with it. They ran into me and we managed to put it down. This is Katlyn, Bren, and Annita."

"Thank you for keeping my daughter safe, dears," the woman said, her smile widening further. "She's always been one to do things herself, but help should always be welcome. I am Lorna. The old goat in the chair playing deaf is Grollor. Say hi to our guests, dear."

"Hello," the gruff voice of the man in the chair echoed through the room with a weight Ann was not expecting. "Thank you. For keeping Rosalyn safe. You are welcome here."

From what Ann could see, he was mostly normal. She didn't see the horns like Rosalyn and Lorna shared. He had short cropped hair that was going white with age. Large, gnarled hands rested on the arms of the chair, but he did not move an inch from where he was sitting.

"Never mind him," Lorna sighed. "He's tired. Been out all day working on that new barn out with Trovas' kids. Needs done before spring, so everyone's been chipping in where they can. Come in dears, make yourselves at home. I'm sorry, we don't have more comfortable chairs for all of you, but we've been just the two of us for some time now. Ever since Rosy left."

"Mooom," Rosalyn whined. "I told you to stop calling me that ages ago."

"Oh pish. You'll always be my little lamb. Now, why don't you all freshen up? Wash room is across the hall. I'll get dinner set out, and we can talk about everything that's happened since we last saw you, Rosy!"

Rolling her eyes, Rosalyn walked from the room, quickly followed by the rest as Lorna began setting the table.

The four travellers took turns washing their faces. "So, that's your mom?" Ann asked, leaning against a wall, listening to the sounds of Lorna getting a meal prepared.

"Yeah. Told you she was going to be a bit much. Though she'll be more when we talk over what we plan. Oh, I expect a full breakdown. Less like the one I had more, um, my little girl is growing up? You all are a great reassurance though, once full introductions are done. It'll be ok. I hope. I'm going either way. Uuuugh." Rosalyn lowered her head and grabbed herself by the horns. It was clearly a show of frustration, but definitely a new one for Ann.

"We will do our best to allay any worries they might have," Bren reassured as he dried his face, giving Kat her turn. "Your mother seems to be the sensitive type, but your father is a bit of a mystery to me. Is his current state simply exhaustion?"

"Probably? He can be a pretty cool guy overall, and not near as gruff. He might open up a bit more during dinner? At least I hope so."

Kat returned as a waft of something tasty came through the hall. "Think it's time. Let's join 'em. Hopefully this goes smooth like."

"Oh, wonderful!" Lorna cooed warmly as they entered. "Sit, sit. Nothing special, I'm afraid. We have bread, mead, some beef and cabbage." Lorna spoke as she set out the meal in plates and bowls. It was a poor meal, but for the rural farming town, this was a good night.

Grollar was quiet at the beginning, taking relish in his meal. Now that he was out of his chair, they all got a good look at him. He was a big man, human from what they could tell. Short brown hair streaked with grey covered his head and upper lip in a handlebar moustache. His eyes were tired, but after the first few bites of his wife's cooking, they regained a light that was absent before. Turning to his guests, he spoke. "So, tell us. How did you run into our little Rosalyn?" His voice was rich and deep, a rumble in his barrel chest.

"That was me, actually," Ann began. "I was being chased by the Warped that was terrorising the area, and I almost literally tripped over her."

"Bad luck running into that thing," Grollar mumbled. "I saw your equipment. Soldiers or mercs?"

"Mercs," Kat answered. "Just got sent up from Graven Keep aimin' tae help with the Warped."

"You should have seen it dad!" Rosalyn exclaimed, putting her food down. "It was huge, as big as a house! The front half was this weird pale flesh thing that looked like a worm human with four arms and no head! Its back was all in this giant shell it drug around that could shoot this sticky black goop at you. It was so gross! Then, when we beat it up enough, it ripped itself out of the shell and tried to kill Bren and I! We lived, though. Kat and Ann got its attention, and it scampered away for a bit. It was such a rush! They took a beating, but we took it down in the end. I got a chunk of it, actually. Left it outside, since it's kinda big. Drags well in the snow when you're not exhausted from fighting. Might be a good sled, or something? I don't know. Haven't really decided yet."

After Rosalyn's rambling ended, Grollor leaned back in his chair with a booming laugh, and Lorna leaned her face in a hand with a fond smile.

"That's my girl!" Grollor exclaimed. "Another monster falls at your magics. Thank you for keeping us and the village safe, Rosalyn. I will let the elder know of your victory, and the ones who assisted you in this trial."

"I'm glad you were unharmed. That thing seemed to be more of a fright than the usual Warped we see. Do you think there might be more?" Lorna asked, a shadow of concern crossing her face as she looked at the other three.

"Oh, shouldn't be. At least not the smaller ones. We got the Runestone all charged up the other day, so the Twinwolves and the like should be cleared out by now." Rosalyn said in her bubbly way.

"We must know about you three as well!" Grollor insisted, levelling his mug at Kat, Ann, and Bren. "Tell us, where do you hail from?"

"Korvas, fer the two of us," Kat began. "Grown up there all me life."

"The same for me, as well," Bren stated. "Though my family moved there a while after I was born, most of my memories are of the city."

"And I..." Ann faltered. She hadn't really come up with anything that'd work for where she came from. While she might be able to use the amnesiac story again, that felt off. She wouldn't be lying to anyone important, but wasn't sure if simple folk like these would be as accepting of her.

"Dearie? Is something wrong?" Lorna prodded her.

"No, no. I'm from pretty far away. Northeast. I don't really have many memories of where I lived. I've been a traveller as long as I can remember. No roots to really claim."

"Well, that suits your appearance well, I'd say. A little rough, a little wild, but there's a spark of adventure in you," Lorna smiled, placing her hand atop Ann's larger one.

"Rosalyn has told us some of your past as well. Please, tell us of yourselves as well." Bren inquired, leaning forward onto his elbows.

"Oh, we're humble folk," Grollor chuckled, the noise rumbling through Ann's sensitive ears. "I grew up further east. Closer to Thalten, farmin' and all that with my pa and family. It's been in the family for generations. Grew up doing hard labour. Good work for a growing lad. Met Lorna here at one of the harvest festivals. Prettiest lass I've ever seen. The way she danced, her hair whipping around her horns in the firelight. Ah, it was magical. I knew then and there I had to be the one to make her mine. Thankfully, she thought the same about me." He smiled warmly, his eyes crinkling as he leaned close to his smaller wife.

"You were quite the looker back then. Still are. Time has been kind to both of us, I'd say," Lorna laughed. "As for me, I grew up in a family that were prominently hunters. I, however, did not take to the family business as readily as my siblings and parents did. I spent most of my time growing up either failing at using a bow or firearm, or with the older women in the village. With them, I learned to sew, to dance, to cook, and other necessities for a home. My family, bless them, never understood me, but loved me enough to let me be who I was. Father still tried to get me to hunt, but that was all he knew."

"Eventually I met this absolutely gorgeous mountain of a man at a harvest festival. I can't quite remember his name..." she teased, eyes twinkling at Grollor. "Time moved quickly as he courted me. It was thrilling to have someone so intently focused on me, I couldn't help but fall for him."

Kat and Ann shared a quick glance, cheeks blushing as they recognised the looks being exchanged with embarrassing clarity. Bren, for his part, looked at them smugly before returning his attention to Lorna.

"Then we married, and lived there for a time," Grollor said, picking up the thread. "Rosalyn came about shortly after. Pride of both our eyes, the little lamb. Shoulda seen her as a babe. Black as coal, with fuzzy white wool for hair and little stubby horns. Never seen somethin' as perfect as her." The man's face softened into a ridiculously happy smile as he recalled the memory.

"Sadly, a few years after, a blight hit my family's farm. A sickness in the soil that none could stave off or find a cure for. We made the hard choice to pick up and try our luck elsewhere. That's when we packed up all we had and came to River's Crest. Little Rosalyn was not having any of it, let me tell you. Never seen her so furious. Gave us all measures of trouble, but eventually we settled in to how we wished to live our lives here." The man huffed, satisfied with his recounting of the past.

"I mean, you took me away from all my friends and everything I knew. I think I deserved to be a bit upset," Rosalyn huffed.

"You did indeed, Rosy," Lorna said with a smile, stroking her daughter's arm soothingly. "I'm just glad we could move past it after some time."

"Yeah. Me too," Rosalyn murmured, leaning her head on Lorna's. There was a soft clack as their horns met.

"So, what will your business be now that the Warped is slain?" Grollor asked, leaning back in his chair to the point he was balancing on two legs.

"Well, mom, dad. That's kinda what we were hoping to talk to you about," Rosalyn said, drawing back into a sitting posture as her eyes darted nervously between her parents. "I think I'm going to be going away with them."

"You're what?" Lorna gasped, hands clutched to her chest. "But, Rosy. Are you sure? You barely know these people. There's... there's such a good life here. It's comfortable. You have your responsibilities to the town, and all that you protect love you. Why would you give that up?"

Grollor's face had hardened slightly. He didn't speak, but his body language communicated he was waiting for answers intently.

"Well, yeah. It is sudden," Rosalyn admitted. "But I don't think another opportunity like this is going to come again. These three? They're more than just some mercs. Ann, can I tell them? About the whole, uh, you know who?" Her hazel eyes pleaded for understanding, and Ann couldn't resist that face.

"Yeah, go ahead."

"Ok, so Ann's actually something pretty unique. She's got a specific path given to her by Orenous, and a quest to see through because of it. Something big is happening, and they want me to join them. Kat, well. Kat is Katlyn Farragher. You know, the Princess?"

At that revelation, Grollor lost his balance on the chair and toppled backwards. Standing, he made a low bow to Kat. "Your highness! I didn't know. I'm sorry if I was rude in any way."

Lorna had sat up straighter, and all the relaxed energy had left the woman. "I as well offer my humble apologies, your highness," she said as she bowed her head.

"Ah sod off wit' all tha'," Kat groaned. "I don't give a rat's arse about the pleasantries or any o' tha'. Sit down, an' talk tae me like anyone else. S' how I prefer it."

"Um, yes, of course, your hi... Kat," Grollor stammered.

It was a little funny seeing the massive man so befuddled by the mere presence of Kat, but Ann hid her smile.

"And Bren," Rosalyn continued, "is from a family of mages that work in the capital, right?"

"Yes. My parents and I were close to the royal family. I grew up with Katlyn, and, well, that's a long story," he sighed.

"So, can you see why I want to do this? To go with them and see what the world has to offer? To see the wonders of the world with my own eyes, even if it's all dangerous?" Rosalyn asked, hands clasped firmly in her lap.

Lorna fidgeted in her chair, indecisively glancing between Grollor and Rosalyn. "I... I don't know, love. I'm worried about you. Even with a princess at your side, this is such a big change. Are you sure? Really sure?"

"Don't let the promise of a possible future blind you to a known one," Grollor advised.

His words were stoic, devoid of emotion, but Ann could see the worry in his eyes. He wanted to tell his daughter not to go, but was holding himself back with great effort. Ann felt her heart melt for the man.

"I know, I know. It's a risk. I know, mom," Rosalyn repeated, offering an arm as tears gathered in her mother's eyes. "I just... I feel like this is right. Something is telling me I need to do this. Either that's just my heart, or something greater, considering Ann's whole deal. I need to do this."

Tears began to flow in earnest from Lorna's eyes as she clung to her daughter. "I'm sorry, my love. My little Rosy. I want to be happy for you. So happy you've found something important to you to do. At the same time, I'm so scared of you leaving. What if you get hurt, and sick, or lonely, or want to leave? Will you be all right?"

"Mom, I'll be fine," Rosalyn spoke softly, comforting her mother the best she could. "I've got a wonderful healer in Bren, and none of them are the types to keep me away if I wanted to come back." She looked around at Ann, Kat and Bren, asking for confirmation.

"Yes. That is the truth. Should she ever wish to leave and return to the village, for whatever reason, we will be fine with that." Bren affirmed.

"Having someone along who doesn't want to be there would be a huge bummer, too," Ann agreed. "I'd rather she be happy where she is than be with us and miserable."

Lorna took a few minutes of assurances and soothing from Rosalyn before her tears calmed. "You three better look after her," she warned. "She is my everything. If I see even a nick on her horns, I swear on the Gods."

"Lorna," Grollor cautioned. "They seem to be fine folk. The type to run off with our daughter and get in trouble wouldn't be the ones to stop by for dinner before leaving. That being said, please. Please do keep her safe. It is a dangerous world out there."

"Aye."

"Yes."

"Absolutely."

The three answered at once, nodding to the man before them.

"Then you have my blessing," Grollor nodded back. "It is getting late. We have a spare room you can use for the night, though you will have to share, and we only have the single bed."

"Shouldn't be a problem," Ann grinned at Kat.

"Now, could you please give us some time with our daughter?" Lorna pleaded. "If this is the last we'll see of her for a while, I want to make sure we have all the time we can."

"Of course," Kat said with a soft smile. The three mercs rose and left the room quietly, entering the small side room.

"This went just about as good as I could have hoped," Bren sighed, sitting on the floor, back against a wall.

"Yeah, though those looks from Lorna and Grollor nearly broke my heart," Ann sighed, relaxing on the bed with Kat.

"Know what ye mean. Tha' giant bulk o' a man has a soft spot fer 'er. Good folk, the lot o' 'em."

"Guess we're gonna have to deal with my Libido tomorrow," Ann said, stretching her lanky limbs across the too small bed. "Actually, Bren, you want the bed? I don't really fit in here. We can just use the bedrolls."

"If you would like, I would not mind a proper bed to sleep in," Bren grinned, standing as they swapped positions. "And thank you for not trying anything while we are all stuck in such close proximity. I do not think I could take it after the other night."

"We really need to get you laid," Ann laughed, falling onto the bedrolls Kat had laid out.

Kat flopped next to her, laughter echoing in the small room. "Aye, that we do. Been lookin, not gonna lie tae ya. Just 'aven't found the right one tae throw at ye yet. Rosalyn's cute, but she's clearly intae women."

"Yeah, I've caught her staring at you way too much," Ann giggled, poking Kat in the ribs.

"My love life is none of your concern," Bren huffed, despite his cheeks flushed brightly. "I can find my own partners quite well on my own."

"Aye, but sometimes ye need a lil help," Kat grinned.

"Good night," Bren declared, rolling over to face the wall, done with the conversation.

"Nighty night, loverboy," Ann laughed, pulling Kat into a warm embrace.

Soon, snores echoed through the room as the three slept peacefully.

Chapter 40: Fond Farewells ❤️

They woke early the next morning to what Ann assumed were roosters crowing. Groaning, she stretched as best she could, with Kat still clinging to her from their usual sleeping position. She smiled, nuzzling the Alf's forehead with her nose, giving it a gentle kiss. The barest cracks of dawn filtered through the rough glass window, giving the room, and Kat, a cozy, warm feeling. The smell of coffee and the sounds of Lorna and Grollor moving about as they prepared for their day were soothing. Like a distant memory of her old life.

Turning her head, feeling the bedroll beneath her flattening the fur that ran down her back, she saw that Bren had also risen early, likely on a walk or helping Lorna with the early morning chores. Another smile. He was such a dependable guy, always there to help with whatever was needed. She really needed to find someone for him.

For now, with a rustle of the blankets, she turned back to her girlfriend. They had a moment of privacy, and they hadn't had a chance to fuck last night. She'd gotten so used to it, she felt pent up even from that simple delay. Checking her Libido, she was still safe for a couple more hours, but why wait?

Feeling her cock stiffening at the thought, her hands began to explore. Kat had fallen asleep with simple undergarments on, a loose shirt and underwear. Deft hands traced under these garments, easing them aside while the sleeping woman was none the wiser. Grinning, with her heart full of mischief, she gently slipped a hand between Kat's legs. She oh so gently ran a finger between the woman's sensitive lips, testing her sleeping companion's reception to the touch.

Kat shifted, gently mumbling, but not waking. If anything, her muscular arms gripped Ann tighter. How she managed to be so strong even while she was sleeping was beyond Ann, but she wasn't complaining.

Growing bolder, she slipped a single finger into the warm folds, feeling the heat quickly surrounding the digit. She didn't move yet, just resting it there until she was certain Kat was still sleeping. Slowly, she began to move the finger, only pushing in up to her second knuckle before slowly removing it. Kat's breath hitched slightly, her eyes screwing tight, but she slept on. Ann repeated the gesture, this time rewarded with a sigh, and her finger coated with the slickness of Kat's inner walls.

"Annn..." Kat moaned in her sleep. "Don' teeeaasseee."

Ann felt her heart jump at the voice, but grinned all the more as she heard the request. Pulling back her hand, she gently lined up her cock with Kat's lips. It was a bit of an awkward angle, with them laying face to face, but as she slowly dragged the sensitive head back and forth across the mounds of Kat's sex, she found the right angle, nestling the tip into her lover.

Kat's breath quickened again, arms tightening once more as she adjusted to the intrusion. It really was a testament to the woman's hatred of the mornings that she was able to stay asleep even now.

Gently, oh so slowly, Ann eased her way further in. She felt Kat's walls spreading for her. Making way for her cock as they wrapped it in the slick, velvety embrace she'd come to love. She could never get tired of this feeling.

Kat was not faring well in her dream. "Mooore," she mumbled, "Annnn." Unconsciously, her hips rocked and pushed several more inches into herself, eliciting a moan. "There ye are," she whispered with a dreamy smile.

Satisfied that the woman was clearly dreaming of some version of what was happening in the real world, Ann worked the rest of her shaft into Kat. Eventually, she bottomed out, their hips meeting, as Ann carefully wrapped one of Kat's legs over her hip. "Gods, you're sexy even when you're asleep," she whispered.

She dragged herself back, feeling Kat's folds grip her as the thick cock was pulled away, before pushing back with equal care. Kat's hips shifted in time with hers, sleepy murmurs and moans becoming more frequent. Ann settled into a slow but steady rhythm, stopping any time she felt Kat starting to wake up, and resuming once she felt the woman relax again.

After a couple minutes of this gentle fucking, she felt a hand rest on her cheek. Looking down, she saw Kat looking up at her; the woman's bleary ice-blue eyes were full of longing. "Hell o' a way tae wake a girl up," she grinned with a moan as she pushed her hips down to the base of Ann's cock.

"Couldn't help myself with someone so sexy sleeping right there," Ann teased. "Gotta be quiet, though. Can hear people moving."

"Mhm," Kat nodded, biting her lip. "Speakin' o' movin'." She rocked her hips again. "Think ye can keep me quiet?"

"Sure as hell can try," Ann grinned, trapping the mouthy woman's lips in a kiss as she thrust again with conviction. She swallowed the Protector's moan as she set to work taking her apart. Quickly, she found her cervix, that ever so sensitive knot in the woman's innermost depths and began to push into it with each thrust. She knew the thing wouldn't let her past, but it didn't mean she wasn't thrilled at how Kat shivered and shook every time she battered her way against it.

Eventually she had to breathe, more than she could with their lips locked, so she broke the kiss. Almost immediately, Kat let out a loud moan, cut off almost instantly by a hand covering her mouth.

"The fuck did I say about quiet?" Ann hissed, not stopping her thrusts. An impish look from Kat told her the perverted woman had absolutely done that on purpose, confirmed by a second moan into her hand.

Keeping her lover's mouth covered, Ann sped up her thrusts. The tension of the secrecy, along with the early intimacy, was doing wonders for her. She felt her orgasm building as Kat's walls massaged her length, begging her to let go. To cum and paint her womb white. Gods, it was always difficult to hold back, but that wasn't the point this morning, was it?

Biting her lip to keep her own moans at bay, Ann sped up, feeling the heat of her lust as she neared her own orgasm. She felt the wall break, the searing heat racing up her cock. She took the hand that wasn't clamped tightly over Kat's mouth and pulled the woman's hips securely against hers, making sure she was as deep as she could get from this angle. Ann wanted everything inside Kat. No mess, no drips. Every drop of cum would be in Kat and stay in Kat.

Kat's eyes rolled back as she felt the first jets of cum explode into her. Her body trembled with her own orgasm as she felt herself being filled. Gods, Ann lived to see that reaction. To see the woman so consumed by the carnal pleasure they shared. It was part of the reason she loved Kat so much, and she'd make sure to show her that love as much as possible.

Slowly, they both came down, breathing heavily, laying there in each other's embrace. It took a few moments before Kat began to mumble, muffled by Ann's hand still firmly gripping her face.

"Oops, sorry," Ann laughed sheepishly, removing her hand. There were red marks on Kat's cheeks where she'd squeezed. Her insides curled with embarrassment that she'd held on that tight.

"I'm feckin' not. Gods damn girl, ye can wake me up like that any time. Ya ken?" Kat giggled back with a randy grin, cheeks still flushed with arousal.

"Oh I hear," Ann grinned.

"Can ye?" Kat asked, reaching up and gently stroking Ann's furry ears, working her thumbs into the fluffy fur inside them. Ann gasped as the sensitive area was massaged, and moved to return the favour to Ann's long, delicate ears. Both of them laid there, taking their time to give each other the care they needed.

Finally, Kat groaned and stretched. "Make me a mornin' girl if ye keep that up."

"If only I were one, too. C'mon. Let's get up," Ann said with a moan as she slowly unsheathed her still hard cock from Kat's depths. Shivers ran up and down both of them as their sensitive bodies rubbed against each other. "Got a long day of walking ahead, and a Rosalyn to help say goodbye to her parents. Ya know, sometimes having all that stamina from Orenous is kinda inconvenient," she grumbled as she looked down at her erection.

"Oh no, ye've got a cock that won't stop. Truly the worst of challenges," Kat teased.

"Shut up, you," Ann grumbled, pulling up her underwear and awkwardly stuffing her junk into it.

"Why don't ye make me, sweetheart," the mischievous Alf laughed.

Seized by an impulse, Ann grabbed Kat by the long ear, pulled her in and kissed her. Kat moaned and melted into the kiss instantly.

"There, nice and shut up."

"Cheat," Kat whispered breathlessly as she tried to recollect herself.

The morning meal was as simple as their dinner. Black coffee with eggs and porridge were today's offerings. Conversation was light around the table, with Bren and Kat sharing news of the nearby areas and telling stories of their travels around the area. Grollor listened intently to any news of Warped in the area, even with the assurance that the Runestone would be maintained in Rosalyn's absence.

Ann had gotten to talking to Lorna about some of the sewing pieces she'd been working on. Ann had tried out cross stitching when she was growing up, but didn't have the patience for the art form. Lorna, on the other hand, had found it quite the hobby, and had begun making pieces for her neighbours and friends. Flowers and the smaller animals of the woods that surrounded them were her subjects, and she took great care when recreating them with needle and thread.

Soon enough, far too soon for the parents, it was time to say their farewells. Lorna once again broke down, fussing over Rosalyn's every detail as she made sure her precious daughter would be safely heading out. Grollor wasn't much better, giving advice where he could between Lorna's worried rambling. Both had a sadness in their eyes as Rosalyn embraced them warmly, whispering reassurances, and finally, goodbye.

Turning, the Druid joined her new companions, who waited a respectful distance from the family.

"Let's get going. If I turn around now, I don't think I'll have the nerve to leave. C'mon!" Rosalyn said quickly, taking Ann and Bren's hands and pulling them.

From behind, Lorna and Grollor continued to call their farewells, and Rosalyn waved back to them without turning around. Soon, they were out of sight of the small home, and Rosalyn's shoulders slumped.

"That was so much harder than I thought it'd be. Oh my Gods, I'm tired already," she sniffed, holding back her own emotions. "Mom was being so strong, and dad was so worried. I'm. Holy shit. I'm doing this. C'mon Rosalyn. You've got this."

"Not like ye don't 'ave help," Kat laughed, dancing a few paces ahead of them to walk backwards, facing the rest. "Adventure wit' friends is what makes this life worth livin'!"

"I will drink to that," Bren chuckled.

"Damn right ye will. Now, back tae the Keep next, yeah? Ol' Polaris'll 'ave gone by the time we're back. Check an' see if anythin's been sent back yet. An' if not, wanna try hittin' another Seed?"

"I'm game. What's another few life or death fights?" Ann grinned. "Need to see what happens next time I touch a Core as well. Wonder if it'll hurt as much as the last one did."

"Honestly, I'm surprised you survived. That kind of power coursing into someone's being must be incredibly harsh on the system. Overloads from things like lightning can fry a creature like nothing. A conduit of corruption and the power of the Gods? I can't imagine interfacing with something like it!" Rosalyn was off again, her thoughts spilling from her lips without any filter.

"Still hurt like a motherfucker," Ann grimaced, remembering the experience. "Guess it's something I've gotta deal with earning this second shot. If I get more of this Warped power out of it, though, could be interesting."

"Speaking of," Bren interjected as they moved out of the village and into the woodlands proper, "any thoughts on what that might be tied to? We are supposed to be investigating the source of this anomaly. I admit I am still in the dark."

"Nope, not a clue," Ann sighed. "Though we've only just started, so I can't be all that disappointed."

"A long road is ahead of us," Bren agreed. "You received a choice the last time you obtained a level of corruption, yes? I do wonder if the options for mutations will reappear. It does not work like that with someone's Path, however, we are dealing with an unknown power here."

"I kinda hope it does. That Minor Cosmetic Mutation could be really handy for not looking like me anymore. Especially if I get all famous when Kat's mom announces who I am. Wait, do skills ever upgrade or grow?" Ann asked, turning to Bren.

"They can. It depends on the skill and the Path walker, but it is a possibility."

"Well, if I get that option, I'm going to take it, then. It says it's minor. To me, that sounds like there's more to it," Ann decided after a moment, pondering the possibility.

"Tired o' bein' all dark an' sexy?" Kat teased, flicking one of Ann's furry ears.

"Hells no. I like how I look," Ann laughed, batting the hand away. "Would be cool, though. Just imagine what else could change about me? I can turn off and on my own fertility as a starter!"

"Pervert," Bren huffed.

"I didn't even say anything!" Ann gasped, staring at him with mouth agape.

"No, but your mind is easy enough to read. That, and you are blushing," he replied with a wry grin.

"He's got you there," Rosalyn laughed. "And yeah, there's a lot that a Path? Is it a Path? We should probably figure that out. Anyway, there's a lot that something like that can do. I wonder how extreme the changes could get? Could you get extra limbs? Weird tentacles like that Snail thing? Oooh, maybe you can take features from other Vulhardrin or animals! How cool would it be to have wings? Or even scales to defend yourself without armor! What if you could get bigger or smaller? Change pieces of yourself. The possibilities are literally endless, and that was mostly considering external changes. Internal is a whole other frontier. I'm so excited to see where you go with all of this!"

Rosalyn, while talking and without thinking, had drawn closer and closer to Ann as she talked. Taking the short woman by her shoulders, Ann heard a surprised squeak as she pulled the Druid into a hug. "And you'll have a front-row seat to all of it. You always so interested in the Warped?"

"Absolutely! They're twisted nature and nature's just about the oldest friend I've had. Being able to figure out how they're changing is almost as interesting as figuring out the why. Did you know that a lot of these creatures started out as one thing, then over time are merged with more and more the older they get?"

"Aye, that's the general theory, right, Bren?" Kat nodded, turning to Bren.

"The issue with the theory being that no one has seen it in progress. Guardians or higher grade Warped are always found at the end stage of their mutations, never in the middle. This is something scholars and researchers have been seeking for generations. To be honest, some of the reason for going along with you was to be seeing how you change further. There's so much unknown about this situation and yourself, I can't help my curiosity." Rosalyn sucked in a breath before nodding, signaling the end of her thought.

"Having an adorable woman want to study my body?" Ann teased, brushing up against the shorter woman and wrapping her tail around her waist. "Don't threaten me with a good time."

Ann watched with a wolfish grin as Rosalyn seemed to shake at the touch, the fur surrounding her setting off mixed instincts. She didn't pull away, though, and made an effort to remain calm despite her thighs drawing closer together.

"Aw, leave the poor thing be, ye beast," Kat cackled. "Ye're scarin' 'er. Big ol' wolf gonna eat the precious sheep."

"I am not precious," Rosalyn protested, shoving off Ann's tail. "I can take care of myself, thank you very much."

"Oh, we've got no doubts about tha'," Kat laughed at the sight of the woman a full foot shorter than her glaring up with hazel eyes. She leaned down, putting her face right up to the Druid's. "But ye've got no idea what ye're temptin' there. Or maybe ye do? Ye saw us that night."

Rosalyn's eyes somehow widened further as her entire posture shrunk into itself. "I remember, believe you me," she muttered under her breath.

"Gods above, both of you lay off," Bren called back, having kept walking while the women taunted each other.

"Yes, brother dearest!" Kat shouted, mockingly imitating his manner of speech, before running to catch up.

"Just gonna say I do like you, and it seems like Kat's warming up to you pretty quick," Ann continued, a gentle hand resting on Rosalyn's shoulder while they tried to catch up. "No pressure. Take this as slow as you want. I'm just a fan of putting my feelings out there, so there's no confusion."

"I, uh. I appreciate the forwardness, I guess? Still working on it. You've got my word. I'll let you know if I feel like doing, um... more? More. Yeah." Rosalyn stammered slightly, tripping over her words.

"Good. God damnit, Kat! Wait! Holy shit, she walks fast," Ann grunted as she saw Bren and Kat disappear behind a tree.

Chapter 41: Little Sheep in the Big City

Rosalyn

Graven Keep loomed in the distance. She felt her heart race as she saw the towering edifice of the central keep and the massive black stone walls surrounding it. Her family had avoided any big cities when travelling to River's Crest. Too expensive. Too crowded.

She stopped herself from jumping as a large, and by now, familiar hand landed on her shoulder. Ann, her wolfish companion, looked down at her with a hint of concern in her eyes. Rosalyn hadn't noticed she'd stopped walking, staring at the city before them.

"You all right?" came that rich, smooth voice. It was a pleasant sound, of a lower timbre than most women she knew. A little lower than Princess Katlyn's voice. It seemed to move through her and out with each sentence.

The woman herself was so very kind. In their time together, she'd been exposed to more than what she'd expected to be her share of excitement. Every time she'd been around anything unusual, such as the woman's god given lusts, she'd always received comfort and support. When they had thrown themselves into battle, Ann had checked on her afterwards. This wasn't something special to her. She did this for Kat and Bren as well. Still, there was something exciting about being around her. Something that sent a thrill of fear and intrigue mixed into one down her spine.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just a bit intimidated I guess? Never been to a city this big. There's so many people I can see just from here! Even those people over at the gate number more than the entirety of River's Crest! I... I will not lie. I'm nervous. Never been around all that much commotion. You know, being in that house, out in the woods and all. Ugh, can't stop my hands from shaking." Her words came out in a tumble. She hated how she rambled when she was nervous. It was something she'd struggled with all her life, but the tall woman next to her simply smiled.

"I get it. Just stick close to us, I guess. Nothing's gonna happen," Ann reassured.

"An' if it does, feckers'll learn who they be messin' wit'," Kat chuckled lightly.

Katlyn. Another wonder that had dropped into her life. The Alfhindur didn't match her mate's height, but still towered over Rosalyn. Smooth, pale skin dotted with freckles and ornately braided brown hair gave her the misleading air of elegance. She'd quickly learned the woman was anything but. She was blunt, honest, and had an instinct for protection that Rosalyn already admired deeply. The warrior also had a body to back it up. Rosalyn caught herself remembering the morning she'd watched the woman dressing. The way her muscles rippled in her back as she lifted her shirt. Errant thoughts that set her heart racing. Along with those qualities, the woman was always ready for a fight.

She'd seen it a couple times now, when Kat and Ann sparred. Both women were cut from the same cloth in that regard. Even as they traded blows that would leave Rosalyn bruised and winded, they grinned madly. It was a fierce dance of predators that both enjoyed to its utmost. These fights always ended with Kat as the victor, but Ann was gaining ground each time they duelled. She also couldn't ignore the looks they gave each other after each contest. Like they were a moment away from stripping each other's armour and continuing their bout in a more carnal manner.

Shaking herself as she felt her cheeks begin to burn, she placed a hand on Ann's side, grounding herself to something to better keep her wits.

"Thank you. Not sure what to expect with everything. We'll be staying at an inn, right?"

"Yes. We already have two rooms reserved at the local Mercenary Association's headquarters," Bren informed her. "Whether you wish to stay with Katlyn and Annita, or have your own room, is up to you."

He was a kind man. Considerate, but not to the point of being walked over. His dirty blonde hair cut short and brown, intense eyes, coupled with his precise manner of speaking, gave him the air of the scholar he apparently aimed to be. He'd been a comforting presence for Rosalyn during her time with the group. Ann and Kat could get ahead of themselves, driven by the excitement of the moment, and he grounded them. He had also offered her plenty of insight into their dynamic she'd have to learn herself. She appreciated his attentiveness when Ann or Kat began to tease her, not that she really minded, but the thought itself was a comfort.

"My own room, for now," she decided, her voice coming out far meeker than she'd intended.

"Oi, no pressure or nothin'," Kat called back as she led the way down the grassy hill to the outer walls. "Ye've earned more 'n enough tae 'ave yer own space."

"And, if you ever change your mind, that's easy enough to settle," Ann teased, the joke obvious in her voice, while also keeping the flirty airs Rosalyn was quickly becoming accustomed to.

"I... I promise I'll let you know," Rosalyn stammered back, catching one of her hands as it reached for one of her horns. A nervous habit when she felt embarrassed. Lowering the rebellious limb, she focused on her hand, touching Ann's side and walking as they approached the gate.

They waited in line, like everyone else. She'd half expected Kat to exercise a bit of her station to skip to the head to get into the city quicker, but that apparently was not how the woman dealt with things. When their turn came, she presented her citizen's badge. It was the standard wood with the minor enchantment that bound it to her identity.

Rosalyn caught snippets of Kat warning the guard not to cause a fuss, after which the guards processed them quickly. She kept her eyes on the ground as she handed over her badge, and the guard greeted her as "Lady Rosalyn." She almost laughed at how ridiculous it sounded before she raced to catch up with Ann. The guards probably assumed she was someone important just to be travelling with the third princess. How funny was it that they were all important because they were travelling with Annita?

Annita was another one that defied, or at least ignored, the importance of who she was. At least for now, she simply interacted with everyone as if she was any other person. Not some god-sent warrior tasked with changing the world. Rosalyn was still coming to terms with the task she'd been caught up in. It was a bit too much for her to handle, mentally, so she'd decided to just ignore it and take things day by day. Staying alive, learning about her new friends, maybe getting to know one a bit better than normal? Nope! Getting ahead of herself again. She shook her head, trying to re-order the chaos that was her thoughts.

They'd made their way through the labyrinthine city streets and were standing before one of the largest buildings she'd seen since they crested the hill overlooking the city. She stared up at the black stone and wooden edifice of the place as Ann held the door open for her.

"C'mon. It's where we're staying. Welcome to the Merc's Association."

Inside was almost more overwhelming. The inside was grand, spacious, and filled with decorations of trophies and awards all over the walls. Rosalyn could guess that each told the tale of some noble hero or great hunt that had taken place in Korvas' history. Gods, this place had to cost a fortune to stay in. She didn't have this kind of money. She didn't have any money. She'd have to take that offer from the girls to bunk with them.

Ann took her hand, the warm strength reassuring as it squeezed gently. "Hey. C'mon and sit here. Bren and Kat are getting the paperwork for our little expedition."

As she'd said, Kat and Bren were chatting with a handsome receptionist sitting behind a counter off to the side of the tavern. As they spoke, the man pulled a stack of papers, sliding them across the desk to the princess.

Ann led her over to a table in the corner, blessedly away from the crowded rest of the room. There had to be ten or so people there, but it was a larger gathering than she was used to. "Want anything to eat? Drink?" Ann offered as they sat in comfortable wooden chairs.

"Um... ale and food? I'm not sure what there is, and I probably can't afford it. So bread?" Rosalyn glanced at the other tables, filled with rich food, sheepishly. It looked delicious, but had to cost a fortune.

"Nah, you're gonna be fine. My treat this time, though," Ann chuckled with that grin which flashed her sharp teeth. She waved down a waitress who hurried over to them.

"Oh! Welcome back, miss!" the bubbly woman exclaimed. "Hadn't seen you in a few days and thought you'd moved on." Rosalyn couldn't help but notice the woman's slight blush as she spoke. Not enough to say they were familiar, but that she was clearly interested.

Ann gave the woman another dazzling grin. "Nah, just had to go deal with some stuff. What's on the menu today? Uh..."

"Rachel," the woman reminded her cheerfully. "Honestly, I don't think I ever told you before. Anyway, today's a mixed bag. We've got some steaks, salads. The sandwiches for today are pretty good. The bread from the baker turned out fantastic. Chicken, lettuce and cheese. Nice and balanced."

Ann paused, considering. "All right, four ales and sandwiches. That should handle it for now. Thanks, Rachel!"

The woman's professional smile brightened into the realm of being genuine as Ann thanked her. "Oh, yeah. Any time! It'll be five silver for the lot."

Ann paid her and watched as the woman left with a bounce in her step.

"How do you do that?"

"Huh?" Ann asked, turning at the quiet question.

"That," Rosalyn gestured, pointing to the beaming waitress. "You just talked to her, and she's falling all over you. What's the deal with that?"

"Uh, not sure really?" the Lupine admitted. "I just kinda talked. Might be this body, might be an Orenous thing? Kinda doubt it's the second one, though. She's all about consent and subverting attraction feels like cheating. Guess she made me look good enough that people are just attracted to me by default. Or at least, maybe, if I tick any of their boxes, I really tick those boxes." Ann shrugged, her gorgeous messy mane of hair bouncing off her shoulders. "I try not to think about it. Starts getting into questions where there isn't an answer to, and that's just a pain in the ass."

"And Kat doesn't mind? That you seem to attract that much attention?" Rosalyn asked.

"I mean, I don't think she cares about the attention much. Hells, sometimes she seems to enjoy it. As long as I don't take off and get with anyone she doesn't approve of, we're good."

"A unique approach to a relationship, for sure," Rosalyn mumbled.

"Yeah. Normally, I think I'd be happy with just her, but this whole Champion thing, and that skill? Orenous seems to be pushing me to expand my horizons a little. Yay, more things that are weird to think about!" Ann cheered sarcastically, throwing a fist up into the air.

Rosalyn laughed. The sincere confusion and admission of her lack of knowledge only made the larger woman more comforting to be around. The more they spoke, the more the intimidating persona Rosalyn had constructed around the Champion began to fall away. After that first night, gods, that first night, she'd felt incredibly intimidated. Now? Far less so. There was still that pit of nervousness in her stomach whenever those piercing green eyes and sharp teeth were directed her way, but it was getting easier to ignore.

Kat and Bren slumped into their chairs, passing out pieces of parchment. Forms, from the look of them, with fields to be filled out detailing Warped, their numbers, details, and manners of death.

Bren took a distinct form and began to work on it. Leaning over, Rosalyn read that it was a notice of completion for a posted task. He was filling in their names, the details on the Snail creature they'd fought and other bits she wasn't quite sure of.

Kat slid a sheet her way, along with a quill and ink. "'Ere. Ye'll be needin' tae register yerself 'ere if ya wanna be runnin wit' us. Pretty simple form. Just need tae fill out yer name, personal info, name o' yer path and advancement, an' a general description o' yer role in a team."

"Is that it?" Ann asked, leaning close to Rosalyn's shoulder.

"Didn't you have to fill one of these out?" the Druid asked.

"Nope. Had to have mine specially filled out by the General. 'Cause of my Path and all that. We figured keeping it more of a tight kept secret was the best idea."

"Still do," Bren said over the shuffling of papers. "Until the Crown is ready to announce your presence more officially, it is best to keep quiet.

"Yeah, yeah," Ann sighed, grabbing a form of her own to fill the time.

Rachel returned, her bouncing gait limited by the four plates and mugs she carried expertly. They thanked her for the meal and passed the woman her due. Rosalyn caught the quick wink she gave Ann before turning away, and apparently so had Kat, who raised an eyebrow at the Warrior. Ann gave her an innocent shrug that only received further raised eyebrows and an exasperated shake of her head before Kat returned to her work.

"Gotta put a leash on ye," she heard Kat mumble.

"Aww, gonna get me a collar, too?" Ann teased back, still focused on her writing.

"Keep that mouth runnin' an' I might muzzle it too," the other woman retorted.

The way they slipped from a normal reaction to scandalous flirting amazed Rosalyn. Feeling her body heating up, she decided it was best for her sanity to focus entirely on her registration.

"So, you were talking about taking on a Seed, after this?" Ann asked around a mouthful of sandwich, not looking up from her own form.

"Aye, think there's one hereabouts that should be perfect fer us," Kat grumbled, still focused on writing.

Bren, always efficient, had already finished his work and was sipping on his drink. "Hmm, there should be one to the east that should have regenerated by now. A lake God's Seed. Or Goddess. I will need to do a bit of research before we depart."

"Why do research when we can just figger it out ourselves?" Kat groused. "'At's half the fun o' the adventure."

"I would rather not be surprised by anything that could get us killed, thank you," Bren huffed.

"I'm a bit in the middle on this one," Ann mumbled, before stretching and fully joining the conversation. "Enough to know the idea, but not enough to ruin the fun. Whatcha think, Rosalyn?"

"I... well..." Rosalyn stammered. She'd not expected to be included in the discussion. It made sense. She was part of the team. Why was she surprised now that they were including her? She signed, focusing again. "I would appreciate not dying. Definitely not anytime soon. Too much to see and do, really. I believe I agree with Ann on this matter. We should know enough to be informed, but not enough to take out the fun of the journey."

Ann nodded, returning her gorgeous green eyes to Bren. "So, how much does get documented on a Seed?"

"Oh, quite a bit," Bren chuckled. "Expected environs, weather, approximate time of year if it does not follow the natural seasons. The Warped within change frequently, but usually follow a theme. For a lake based Seed, I would imagine more aquatic based creatures."

"Oooh, interesting!" Rosalyn piped up. This was something she could talk about. "I wonder if it will be restricted to the normal lake population or will it be more generalised? Crustaceans or other creatures could provide similar challenges to what we faced with the snail. Carapaces resistant to striking or cutting damage, hardened limbs. Scales and the like are quite a common possibility, I would imagine. I wonder if they would be adapted into something akin to leather armour. There's so much that could happen. Not to mention, whatever happens when we reach the Core. I'm so excited!"

Ann laughed. A warm sound that gave Rosalyn confidence in her speech. "Yeah. Gods. I wonder what's gonna happen with the next one. I'd rather not re-experience the magical shock blast from hell again."

"Bets are gonna be that ye do," Kat said with a smirk. "Don't ye worry. Can reward ye nice an' proper after, if ye catch me meanin'."

"Just as long as I can remain out of earshot," Bren sighed.

"Aye, we'll make sure yer ears are nice an' protected. Whoever's watchin' over the Seed might give ye the reward themselves instead o' droppin' and runnin' like Estvall did."

"Well, it would be nice to have company."

"I'll be there?" Rosalyn offered, patting his shoulder comfortingly.

Bren muttered something she couldn't hear, but gave her a thankful smile.

"Anyway, I'm fucking tired," Ann groaned. "Been walking all day and nothing is slowing down any time soon. You figure out how you want to do rooms, Rosy?"

Rosalyn bristled. That wasn't something anyone but her parents could call her. Taking a breath, she soothed her temper. "Please, call me by my name. Only my parents get to call me that," she said firmly. "And yes. I believe I'd like to have my own room. Issue is I don't have the money for it..."

"Yeah, ye do," Kat assured her. "This mess," she gestured at the paperwork, "it'll net us a pretty penny. More'n enough tae get ye a room fer however long ye need."

"Oh, wow. Ok. And they'll just take it out of that?"

"Yup, it'll just come out of how much they pay all of us. We'll adjust the split," Ann said. The woman had withdrawn slightly, Rosalyn noticed. The easy familiarity she had tempered by a caution that wasn't there before.

"Hey. Ann, it's fine. You didn't know. No need to get fussed over an honest mistake," Rosalyn said, patting the Lupine's hand comfortingly.

"Yeah. Yeah, sorry, though," she mumbled.

"Apology accepted. Now, I agree. I'm tired. I want to pass out and move on to tomorrow. How do I get a room? It doesn't have to be through talking to someone, does it?"

The table laughed, and Bren patted on her back.

"I am afraid it does."

Chapter 42: Errands

"Mmm, g'mornin," Kat mumbled, blinking sleep from her tired eyes.

She and Ann had passed out just after their nightly passions, and she felt the member still inside her. Ann was already awake, simply resting next to her lover and taking in the lovely warmth of Kat's body. If this is how she woke up every morning, she'd be happy for all her life.

"Morning, sunshine," Ann teased, pushing a lock of messy hair out of Kat's face. "Sorry, no morning surprises today."

"Mmmm, but yer still in there," Kat moaned, clenching her insides around Ann's member. "More'n enough o' a good wakeup."

"Finally getting used to me? Aww, I feel a little let down..." Ann teased, pulling out an inch. Kat sucked in her breath. "Oh? Or are you not? Woulda thought after an hour or so last night the princess would be satisfied."

"Mmm, for that monster? Never." Kat whispered in a low growl.

"Oh? A monster is what you want? Hmm," Ann bared her teeth, rolling over and trapping Kat underneath her. She panted heavily, letting her tongue slip out and lick up the other woman's cheek.

Kat struggled playfully under her, each movement stroking her length and drawing another moan from her. "'Elp! 'Elp!" she cried in mock terror. "I'm bein' ravaged by a mad beast!"

It was a full hour before they were ready to get dressed and head downstairs. Kat was covered in bite marks, some of which would probably need Bren's healing, and Ann swore her sides were bruised from how hard Kat had latched on to her.

"... every morning?" they heard Rosalyn ask Bren as they joined them at the table.

"Not every morning, no. Usually they keep things to nights," the man answered, giving the late comers a grin.

"Gossiping about your team's love life?" Ann joked, taking a piece of bread and buttering it.

"Merely acquainting our newcomer with your normal routines," Bren responded airily as he slid bags of coin to each, having already divided their earnings.

"You are kinda late. I was wondering if this is how things normally went," Rosalyn clarified, brushing the wool from her face.

"Only when we get distracted in the morning. Or, well, actually, Kat can be late in general. Takes an act of God to get her to wake up most mornings," Ann laughed.

"I... can't say anythin' tae that," Kat grumbled.

"Damn right. So, what's up with today? We had a card under our door saying my clothes are ready. I'd assume our equipment from the last Seed would be too. Should we split and go get all that?"

"Probably fer the best," Kat agreed, tearing a piece of her bread off with gusto. "How about the girls hit the armour and weapon area, then go pick up yer clothes? Bren, ye'd need tae hit the magical district, yeah?"

"Correct. I would not say no to the company, however, it is out of the way for the rest of your errands. We do also need to see what we can get done with that piece of the Snail shell Kat has been so considerately carrying."

"Heavy piece o' shite," Kat grumbled. "Not sure what anyone'd do wit' it, but doesn't hurt tae see if armour or sommat can be made o' it. Especially if ye aren't usin' it as shingling now," she grinned, elbowing Rosalyn's side.

"Yeah. It was too uneven and rounded to be much use for that, anyway. Not unless I cut it down, which would be a massive pain considering my arms," she giggled, waving arms that lacked any sort of definition. "Can stand up and endure, but boy are feats of strength, not my thing. Anyway, yeah. I wonder if they might be able to make a shield for you, Kat? Or maybe a shoulder piece or two? It'd be heavy, but considering how much trouble you all had damaging the thing, even thinned down to actually be usable, it'd be a considerable defensive increase."

"Maybe a breastplate?" Ann suggested. "Like, you've got your normal hardened leathers, but I feel like a Protector would have heavier equipment."

"Just me startin' out fer a while. Gotta save up fer the good shite," Kat said, finishing off her mug of ale. "Heavier armour is feckin expensive. Modifyin' somethin' like that shell? Probably a bit less so, since the armourer gets tae work wit' a novel material. Can always see. Already 'ave who I want tae get in mind."

"I guess that settles it," Bren declared, pushing his seat back. "You three run your errands. I will pick up my wand and head to the Qu'sella temple to get information on the Seed we are looking at. Not too much, I promise," he grumbled, catching the rest of the table glancing at him.

After quick goodbyes and a further grumble from Kat about not over-researching things, the four parted ways. The women's first target was an armoursmith Kat had commissioned to work on her ironbark equipment. She hadn't told the rest what it was, so Ann spent most of the trip speculating to herself.

As they walked, she also noticed that Rosalyn stayed unusually close to them, always in some physical contact with the other two while they wound their way through the busy streets. Once the crowds of the main thoroughfares thinned, she backed off slightly, but her eyes never lost the shifting nervousness.

"You don't do well with crowds, do you?" Ann pointed out the obvious, hoping to distract the timid woman with conversation.

"Nope! Never have! Or at least, I guess I've never really had the opportunity to find out? Everything has been small and remote in my life. Have I told you this? I probably have. Ignore me. But yeah, crowds. Sorry if I'm crowding you. Heh," she chuckled at her accidental joke.

"Nae, yer fine," Kat reassured her. "Just let us know if ye're getting overwhelmed. Don't want ye passin' out on the street."

"I totally will. It's just so much happening around me. I try to listen to it all and pay attention to everything, but that's not possible and I just kinda spiral and shut down? I barely remember the walk to the Association yesterday, or the gate. This dumb brain keeps going a mile a minute with nothing actually happening." She let out a sigh, lowering her head dejectedly as she gripped her horns.

"What's tha'? The whole thing wit' ye holdin' yer horns like tha'?" Kat asked.

"Old habit," she said with a start, realizing where her hands had gone without thinking. "It calms me down, to just hold on to something solid. Usually that's just been me, so I got used to it."

Ann wondered if she should ask. She was desperate to know what someone else caressing the ebony curls of bone that almost matched the woman's skin would do. How they felt. She'd gone to petting zoos before, but wasn't sure the experience translated to a human sized set. She decided not to, though. It felt awkward. Almost intimate? Something to ask later if things played out well between them.

Soon, they arrived. The building was squat with nary a speck of snow on its steepled roof. One squat floor was all there was to the building. Utilitarian and built to resist heat, built with the customary black stone bricks and shingles that appeared to be fashioned from the same material. Smoke rose from a thick chimney set in the side of the building, and light flickered in the windows. The clang of hammers on metal sounded from within, and muffled curses rose above the other noise as they entered the front door.

"Jeb!" Kat called as she kicked open the door. A blast of hot air met them, blowing back all of their hair and instantly drying out their eyes. "You ok back there ye arsehole?"

"I'm fucking great!" the sarcastic reply came from the back. It was surprisingly high pitched, and not what Ann expected at all. "Piece of metal that's really not wanting to behave. Who is that?"

"Katlyn and friends! Come tae pick up me order, an' mayhaps give ye another."

"All right! Be right out, let me quench this bastard real quick," he called back, followed quickly by a hiss of heated metal being dunked in something.

Wiping his hands on a dirty cloth that did absolutely nothing to clean his gnarled hands off, Jeb walked out from the forge to the front room. He was a Bultrong, and an absolute specimen of one. Thick red hair flowed from a widow's peak down his back, ending in several braids. His beard was a darker auburn of similar length, with patches that looked singed and mangled. Behind that beard were sparkling emerald eyes with deep crow's feet etched into the corners from a life of squinting into the fires of his profession.

"Got a good crew with ya this time!" he belly laughed. "Here, got your pauldrons like you ordered them. Should be a good addition to your gear. Give me that old chest piece of yours and I'll get the buckles put on for 'em."

"Thanks," Kat said simply, handing over the armour as requested. "I actually mean tae talk to ye about that. Picked up an interestin' scrap thanks tae this one," Kat said, patting Rosalyn's back gently. "Thick shell o' a Warped. Piece o' what was a snail shell. It took a feck o' a beatin', so Rosalyn here took a bit o' it back. Was thinkin' about keepin' it fer roof work, but since she's joined up wit' us, figure ye might be able tae do somethin' wit' it."

"Let me see, then." Jeb gestured with a meaty, calloused hand. Kat heaved the large chunk of shell across the counter, and Jeb picked it up with a single hand. Ann's jaw dropped as he turned it over deftly, inspecting the quality. "You ok there girl?" Jeb asked, knocking her out of her stupor.

"Sure. Just, that thing's heavy as fuck. Surprised you can just do... that," she explained awkwardly, gesturing in the air.

"Benefits of the trade. Gotta be strong to work with metal, let me tell you. Stronger than a good amount of fighters I know, but not a lick of combat in me, so I get all the practical uses." He let out another booming laugh. Every time he did so, his eyes closed tightly, and Ann came to realize that the crow's feet were from equal parts squinting and laughing. "Anyway, Katlyn, you've got yourself an interesting piece here. I can fashion this into a chest plate for you. Simple, attaches to your existing armour. With it being as large as it is, I could get a full front and back plate. It'll be solid pieces on each, no fancy interlocking. That would need more material to trial and error with."

"I'd be careful with it, too," Rosalyn piped up. "It was really strike and impact resistant, so grinding might be a better method of wearing it down. Especially if it works like shells I've seen on smaller things. They can crack so easily if you weaken them enough."

"Right you are," Jeb affirmed, waving a hammer at Rosalyn. "That was the plan. Grind a groove in the middle here, use it to split, then grind the rest down to shape. Bolt a plate of light metal onto the back to reinforce it and give it places to anchor. Once done, you'll have some fine armour there. Distinct too, considering how brightly white this stuff is. Makes good contrast to tall, dark, and leathery there," he chuckled, hooking a thumb at Ann. "Anything for you two, wolf and the lamb?" he asked, turning his eyes to the others. "Royal entourage has to be well equipped, you know."

"Maybe, if I figure out anything more than this sword," Ann said, showing him the blade of her falchion. "It's nothing special. Picked it up at an outpost. Lady named Pile showed me it."

A curious thing happened. Jebs' eyes widened, then glanced down at the sword, then back at Ann. "Ye met Pile?" he asked.

"Uh... yeah?" Ann replied, giving him a nervous look. Rosalyn and Kat had perked up at the interaction as well. "You know her?"

"Know her," the man heaved a sigh. "Lady's a bit of a legend. What in the hells was she doing hanging out in an outpost? Let me guess, super curt, informal, always talking about a line that wasn't there?"

"Aye, that was 'er," Kat confirmed.

"Voltid's rumbling crack," he cursed again. "Quick story, 'cause I gotta get to work. She's not what she looks like. She'd been around for ages. No one knows how long or why she's like that, but she's a figure in the smithing community. Rumors of her not being entirely of this plane have been going around because of her habit of rushing people along for unseen customers. She didn't give you anything special this time. You run into her again, try to get her to make something for you. I guarantee on my name and my profession you'll have something special. She's made relics passed down in noble circles. Shit, I'm surprised you don't know about her, Katlyn."

"Nope, somehow passed me by. Always heard o' the legendary swords, who used 'em fer what, but not who made 'em."

"Well, not all of them were from Pile. I'd actually say the minority are, but the ones that are, they're legends. Not only swords, neither. Just, yeah. Keep an eye out for her."

Ann was taken aback by how much reverence was in Jeb's voice as he spoke. He was clearly awed that they'd had the chance to meet what she'd thought was just a weird weapons lady.

"Anyway, anything for you, horns?" Jeb asked Rosalyn.

"Rosalyn, and no. I deal mostly with this," she said, summoning her staff. "There's a little pocket dimension enchantment on it so I can do that, but that's it. I don't believe that's your forte, however."

"Damn right it's not. You ever want some metal plating for those horns of yours, though? Come asking. Not the first time I've worked with special Vulhardrin requests. Even metal caps on the tips for glamour's sake."

"Oh! I thought that would be the work of a jeweler, not an armourer," Rosalyn mumbled, eyes never meeting Jeb's.

"The disciplines cross enough, I've picked up some simple things. Tell you what," he reached down under the desk. "If you're in town and want to work with a jeweler for those, frankly, very nice horns of yours, head down to Timbolt's. I've worked with him a couple times on jewel faceting into armour. Good lad, if a bit green. And I don't mean skin colour, though he has that too. Enough jabber. Be back in a couple."

He shuffled back into the worksop, and soon the sound of metal being hammered rang out again.

"Is horn jewelry something common for people with horns?" Ann asked Rosalyn.

"I wouldn't know. Way too fancy for my skin, almost literally. Mom said she'd seen a couple of others with some fancy chains driven into their horns, all sorts of things. People can get really creative if they have a lot of money," Rosalyn explained. As she spoke, with the focus only being from Kat and Ann, they watched her body language uncoil, her eyes relaxing.

"Is that something ye'd want?" Kat asked, appraising the horns on the Ovine's head in a new light. "Think a simple chain or somethin' o' the like'd suit you well."

"No, uh, maybe? I don't know. I don't... didn't have money. I'll need to send some of this home. Is that something I could set up, Kat? With the mage who's going to be maintaining the Runestone?"

"Aye, tha' can be arranged. Just gotta give Polaris the details. Guessin' she's not back since we're not bein chased up tae the keep yet."

"You, of course you know a General. You said she's away? What's she like? Is it something related to us, since she'd be asking about us if she were here?" Rosalyn inquired.

"Yeah," Ann answered, taking her time to parse the response. "To not give out too much with current company, though I doubt he can hear over that racket, she's gone to talk to Kat's mom, the queen, about me. Who I am, what I'm here for. We're expecting it to kinda blow up, but we've got some time."

"Enough tae get that seed, I'd wager. Takes a day by train tae get to Korvas proper. She'd be cuttin' through red tape tae talk to mum, but she can do that if it's important enough," Kat sighed. "And lemme tell ye, Ann, ye are."

"Don't I know it," Ann chuckled halfheartedly.

"Well, that will be intense. I, um. I'm not sure how I'm going to handle that, honestly. I fall apart when a couple of strangers are looking at me, much less a queen, and more important people. Oh, I'm getting light-headed thinking about it." Rosalyn swayed, her eyes going slightly unfocused, but was caught by Kat's strong hands.

"Easy there, lass. Don't get ahead o' yerself. Ye'll 'ave us. Or at least one o' us wit' ye. If it's not Ann, it'll be me, or if it's neither, Bren. No need tae fret."

"THERE it fucking goes," Jeb shouted in his workshop. Soon, the man bustled up to the counter and shoved Kat's modified chest armour over the counter.

The shoulders were beautiful. The Ironbark they'd received from Estval was set over metal pauldrons that would hang down over Kat's shoulders and upper biceps. Surrounding the tough wood was a frame of polished brass that shone in complement to the lacquered bark.

Taking a moment, Kat tried the piece on. The normal leathers fit over her chest tightly, keeping her more delicate parts secure while still, at least to Ann's eyes, being incredibly enticing. The shoulders fit well, with a strap over her biceps to keep them from flapping around. Clanking around? The verbiage escaped Ann. Regardless, the armour looked tough and brilliant.

"That'll do. Here," Kat said happily, sliding a few silver over to Jeb, plus a few more. "Advance for the plate attachments."

"I thank you kindly, Katlyn. Anything else you'll be needing?" He said, scooping the coin off the counter.

"Nope, see ye in a week or so," she called as they stood to leave.

"See you then! I'll have this all ready for you!" he replied as the door swung shut behind them.

"So, what's next again?" Kat asked, adjusting her armour slightly.

"Clothes. I need to get my clothes," Ann reminded her.

"I've never been in a clothes store before," Rosalyn piped up.

"Maybe not just for me, then," Ann smirked, looking down at the Druid beside her.

Chapter 43: Girls Day Out

Rosalyn clung to Ann's kilt as she opened the door to Nolton's shop. Not seeing the snake man anywhere, she walked up to the counter and rang the bell with a flick of a claw. Quickly, Nolton slithered out from the back room with a soft hiss of scales on wood.

"Ah! Welcome back. I'm glad you returned safely. I was going to send you a runner this evening, but this saves me the time, and coin. So, your clothes. All prepared. The patterned kilts, the shirts that fit your specific needs, and a little something extra."

"Extra?" Annita asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Didn't pay for extra. What'd you make?"

"This was entirely of my own volition, I assure you," Nolton said calmly, arranging the ordered garments on the counter in neat stacks. "We were talking about finery last time you were here, and I simply could not get the idea of you in that evening dress and hat out of my head. I admit I must see it, so I put something together for you. If you would?" the man gestured, bowing his blonde head as he directed her to a changing room.

Ann gave Kat a nervous glance but was wholly unsurprised to see her girlfriend with a giddy grin watching her go. Rosalyn was too busy looking around to notice her embarrassment as Nolton drew up beside her. "Will you need assistance? It is a simple garment, all things considered, however it is form fitting."

"Um, yeah, some help would be nice," Ann said, blushing, feeling her heart race with nerves. She'd never been one for fancy things, even before her coma, but Nolton's fervour was contagious.

"'Ands tae yerself in there!" Kat called, teasingly.

"I assure you, ma'am, we will be as chaste as a pair of monks," Nolton reassured her.

"She'd just messing with you," Ann sighed. "No offense, but you're not my type."

"None taken. None at all. Though I must admit a level of personal attraction, professionalism comes first. Now, let's get you out of those clothes and into this. I can hardly wait to see your girlfriend's reaction." He spoke with excitement, barely able to contain his glee as he helped Ann undress.

Soon, with some effort, and a good deal of wrangling her tail through the slit cut out of the back for it, Ann smoothed the black silk down over her body. True to Nolton's words, it fit her like a glove. Every curve of her breasts and hips were on display, and when she moved, the garment moved with her. The bust fully supported her breasts and a low cut left her with ample cleavage. Her stomach, while covered, hid nothing of the toned muscle underneath. The hem of the dress ended just above where the fur on her digitigrade legs began. Seemingly knowing her preference without asking, Nolton had also gone with a sleeveless approach as well, leaving her olive skinned arms bare.

"It's so pretty," Ann marveled, twisting and turning in the dress as she tried to see every angle.

"Yes, I think I chose right there. The black is perfect against the dark grey of your fur. Very dark. Very alluring. If you will notice, there is also a long strip cut out of the back, allowing your spinal fur to breathe freely. To maintain the structure, I could not have it fully reach to the base of your tail, however it should not cause any discomfort." As Nolton explained, he ran a casual finger down Annita's spine, making her shiver as the finger went through the fur. She forgot how sensitive that fur was at times, she'd done such a good job of avoiding making it uncomfortable. "Oh, sorry. I didn't expect such a reaction. I meant nothing by it, simply showing you where the edges of the cloth were. Anyway, now, the piece that completes it."

He turned, or more accurately pivoted on his tail and reached for a large round box. Opening the lid, he handed Annita a black satin hat with a brim as wide as her shoulders.

"You really shouldn't have," Ann giggled with a grin, taking it from him.

"Like I said, I simply had to. Please," Nolton gestured to the hat, clearly eager to see the outfit complete.

The hat was simple with a rounded crown, and as Annita inspected it, she found the cut outs for her ears. Lining it up, she placed it gently upon her head, adjusting it until her ears popped free. They twitched a few times, adjusting for the new sensations around them, but it settled perfectly.

"My word," Nolton whispered almost reverently. "Simply stunning. Absolutely worth it all. Oh, you must show your girlfriends."

"Just the one, for now at least," Ann corrected him. Passingly, she noticed that she was smiling. A wide, excited smile that she could not quell if she wanted to, and she didn't.

Stepping out from the curtain and around the corner, she found Kat and Rosalyn speaking quietly. Both women turned their heads at her approach and just about fell over. Kat's mouth hung open as she stared, while Rosalyn's hands had flown to her cheeks, hiding her face except her wide eyes that were travelling up and down Ann's body.

"I take it you like it?" Ann asked bashfully, moving side to side.

"Gods damn," both women said at once, blushing furiously as they glanced at each other. Kat continued. "Aye. Aye, I feckin' do. Ye look like a dream come tae life. Gonna need tae beat the girls an' the guys off ye if ye go out wearin' tha'. Gonna have tae beat me off ye."

"The hat is... wow. It's a wonderful touch," Rosalyn said quietly. "It's... intimidating, but in a good way? Like, it draws on the more predatory aspects of the wolf. You're so tall it doesn't really hide much of your face, but with the shadows and how your eyes catch the light, it's incredible."

Nolton beamed as Ann turned this way and that at the women's' requests, twisting her body to show the dress off. "Exactly the reaction I was hoping for. You would strike a figure even in a royal ball, I daresay. Simplicity really does suit you. Ah, well, I do suggest you either wear some constricting undergarments for your lower half or manage that carefully," he said after a brief stutter.

"Aww, ye ruined the fun!" Kat griped as Ann looked down, her skin darkening as she noticed the massive erection that was clearly visible under the tight fabric.

"I'm... I'mma go change," Ann squeaked as she covered herself and ran to the changing room.

Kat

"Gods I love that woman," Kat sighed, sitting back down. "Don't think I didn't catch ye starin', neither." She turned a wry grin to Rosalyn.

"She's attractive. I'm sorry, I can't help it. I know she's yours and all that. Just, like you said, she's gorgeous," Rosalyn mumbled, fidgeting with her hands between her thighs.

"Ye thinkin' about makin' a move?" Kat prodded, leaning closer, taking a small hint of pleasure as Rosalyn shrunk both from the accusation as well as the closeness.

"No! Never! Nope! I mean, wow, you two are so good together. I just... I'm sorry?" Rosalyn blurted, backing up as far into the corner as the bench would allow.

Kat laughed. It was too fun to tease the little thing, but she relaxed and backed off. "We've talked about it, ye know," she admitted, eyes focusing on the corner Ann had fled around. "She 'ad a feeling early on about ye, 'specially after tha' night she lost control. Somethin' about ye calls to 'er, be that a divine influence or just 'er bein' way too sweet fer 'er own good. I'm sure Bren's filled ye in on our situation somewhat. It's pretty much up to meself whether a partner makes it intae our bed."

"I see," Rosalyn almost whispered, peeling herself out of the corner.

Kat felt her heart restrict; the thoughts and feelings going through her weren't ones she'd wanted to tackle. Time was working against her on that front, though. Rosalyn was clearly interested in Ann, and possibly herself. She'd caught some of the glances, even seen the way the woman almost stuck to them after they'd gotten to the city. Illdall be damned, she'd started keeping track of the diminutive woman like she did with Ann and Bren. A skill she'd developed that wasn't linked to her Path. She sighed, and Rosalyn flinched. Grimacing, Kat forced herself to relax.

"Sorry. It's a lot tae get through me heart. Mind accepts it as an inevitability, but the feckin' heart keeps doin' this squeezy thing whenever I think about it." Kat heaved another frustrated sigh.

"I think I understand," Rosalyn said, moving over to sit next to her. "It sounds a lot like how I was feeling right before I left with you." As she spoke, she leaned her head back against the wall, her horns resting against the wood with a soft thunk. "It was terrifying to give up the comfortable, to move on to something new. To change."

Kat felt a small hand rest gently on the back of her own.

"But sometimes the push can be worth it? I'm here to help you all, and explore this world. I don't want to cause any problems that'd interfere with any of that."

"Then ye go an' do that an' make it so damned hard tae be mad at ye," Kat grumbled, taking Rosalyn's hand in hers. "Feck, we're gonna have this talk. Not 'ere, later. But we're gonna 'ave it soon. Don't like feelin' like this around anyone, much less Ann."

"I think that'd be for the best," Rosalyn said, squeezing her hand. "Sounds like she's coming back though."

"Aye, shoulda heard her cursin' the dress in there. I love these ears," Kat chuckled, pulling her hand back.

Annita

No matter how sexy she looked, she hated getting out of that dress. Making sure she didn't accidentally stretch or damage it was such a pain in the ass, she cursed Nolton's taste. By the time she'd gotten one of her new kilts and shirts on, and returned to the main room, something must have happened. There was a tension between Kat and Rosalyn that hadn't been there before.

Cocking an eyebrow at Kat, she asked without words what was happening. A subtle shake and tilt of Kat's head said she'd tell her later. Trusting her, she turned to Nolton.

"Well, the dress is a wonderful gift, no matter how hard it is to get out, but I appreciate it. I'll definitely keep it for fancier things, but I need to pay for it. You will not slither your way out of that."

"I would object, but I can see that it's pointless," Nolton laughed, slithering behind the counter and taking out a coin chest. Ann paid the man, an extra three silver for the new outfit, and two more for him just being him.

"So, what'd you say to taking Rosalyn here under your needle?" Ann prodded at the semester, leaning on the counter.

"Hmm, an Ovine. Interesting. Not much in the way of unique features impeding normal clothing. What is your style, darling? Do you prefer functional or fashionable? One does not have to come at the cost of the other, mind. Not petite, you appear to have wonderful curves under those robes. I do think some closer fitting garb would suit you well." Nolton slithered over to Rosalyn, who instinctively clung to Kat. "No need to fear, just getting a proper look at you. Would you prefer a woman for your clothing needs? I have an associate who would be happy to look after you."

"N-n-no, that's fine," Rosalyn stuttered. "Just not used to attention. At all, really. Sorry."

"Quite all right. I apologise for not respecting your space," Nolton said as he backed up. "A nice blouse, do you experience cold like most folk?"

"No, I don't. Have a skill for that," Rosalyn informed him.

"You and Annita both, lucky. Then, hmm, yes. A pair of blouses, white, cut off right above the navel, a pair of loose pants of warm earthy colours, deep greens and browns. Yes, yes. And simple to prepare. No custom fitting, like I had to do for Annita here. What do you say?"

"How much?" Rosalyn asked timidly. "I'll be honest, I'm not used to money."

"Ah, for the lot? A silver would do you fine. I can have it set up by tonight and send them your way tomorrow morning."

"I... I have that. Ok. I'll try it. Thank you, Mr. Nolton."

"My pleasure, Madam Rosalyn," Nolton said with a courteous bow that made the Druid blush.

"Time to, uh, get going, I think?" she said, standing and brushing her robes smooth over herself.

"Aye. We've been out fer a while. Time tae check back in wit' Bren. Drop off Ann's fancy new outfit," Kat said with a grin, holding open the door.

The streets were still bustling as the afternoon turned to evening. The trio had safely deposited their things in their respective rooms, and took some time to relax. Ann and Kat laid together on their bed, fully clothed for once, while Rosalyn had retired to her own space.

"Ya know? I worry about how she's going to handle what's coming," Ann said, laying on her back with her hand beneath her head as she stared up at the ceiling.

"Ye mean wit' all the attention we're gonna 'ave? Aye. I'll say I've been thinkin' about it, too," Kat murmured. She'd wound up on her side, head on Ann's left bicep. Her long ear pressed against the other woman felt amazingly warm as she cuddled up. "Can't say I've really thought o' anythin' that'll 'elp 'er though. It's gonna be a big deal. We're all gonna be a big deal. Well, bigger than some o' us already are."

"Someone forgot they were a princess for a minute there," Ann teased. "But, yeah. I can deal. You're used to it, as much as you hate it. I don't think anything could ruffle Bren. At least, not anything related to public attention. Rosalyn? She's a leaf about to be riding a powerful wind."

"Who knew ye were a poet?" Kat giggled. "We'll 'ave tae talk to 'er about it. She's already got that camouflage skill o' 'ers. Maybe she'll get somethin' better tae 'elp wit it?"

"Somehow I doubt it," Ann sighed. "We're just gonna have to be there to keep her safe, I guess. Keep an eye on her. Fuck, Kat, I'm afraid of even coming on to her when you come around to the idea."

"Oh, is it a when now? Not an if?"

Ann rolled her eyes, giving Kat an incredulous look.

"Ye got me. I've been thinkin' about it. Was part o' what ye walked in on at Nolton's. There's this jealous streak in me, somethin' that's scared ye're already movin' on from me. Tha' I'm just the first an' most convenient. Feckin' sucks an' it's been festerin'. Rosalyn an' I talked about it a bit, while ye were changin' outta yer dress." Kat sat up, curled up, and hugged her knees. Ann rose to sit beside her, gently stroking her back.

"She's cute. Feckin' adorable. Orenous' ass I like her. I feckin' said it. I'm just worried about us, ye know?"

"I get it," Ann whispered. She didn't say more. Kat was struggling, and it hurt to see the stalwart woman so confused. So vulnerable. It wasn't the right time to speak, though.

"Ye're not gonna. Right? Leave me?" Kat asked in a small voice, barely audible even to their enhanced hearing.

Ann stopped and pulled Kat in for a hug. "No. No I will not, Katlyn Farragher," she proclaimed, drawing Kat's forehead to her own. "We're in this together, you and I. Even if Rosalyn wants to join us, it will be us. You, me, and her. Not just me and her. And definitely not you alone. Fuck that. I've said it before, but yeah."

"Ye know, she gives good advice too?" Kat asked with a weak chuckle. "Said she felt a lot o' the same when she was packin' up tae leave 'er life. Said sometimes the new an' the scary can be rewardin'. Somethin' tae that effect at least. Hit me in the heart, it did. Think it's time I push past all this shite in me. Face what's comin'. Cause what's comin' is cute, an' I think we can make it work. Heart just is how it is. I gotta let it be open."

"Yeah," Ann whispered into her forehead, kissing it softly. "I'm sorry I'm making you feel this crap. I didn't plan on this. Was gonna be fine with just you for the whole time. I just, things changed. This Path. I swear Orenous is just nudging at something she knows about me I don't yet. Even then, what do you say to just you, me and Rosalyn? I wouldn't be averse to a couple of flings here and there if we all find some cute girl we want to have a fun night with, but the core is us. You and me, being the big idiots we are, and the gentle Rosalyn to balance us. I think we can make it work." Ann hugged her girlfriend close. Her heart raced, hoping her words were making sense to Kat. That she hadn't put her foot, or paw, she guessed, was the right term now, in her mouth.

They sat there for a while in silence. Kat's breath was shaky, and Ann tried to bite down on her anxiety as she let her lover think and feel.

Kat mumbled something, too quiet for her to hear.

"Come again, love?" Ann whispered, turning her fluffy ear.

"All right, ye mutt," Kat said louder, sighing deeply. "We can talk tae 'er. It'll be 'er choice ultimately, though I've got a feelin' I know what the answer'll be. Ye see her oglin' ye in that dress?"

"Her eyes were as big as dinner plates," Ann giggled softly. "Same as yours."

"Tonight, though. After dinner. Before bed," Kat mumbled.

"Yeah, we can talk then. For now, more rest."

"Aye, hopefully Bren gets stuck in the temple fer a bit longer. I need a nap after tha'," Kat said as she flopped back onto the bed, closing her eyes.

Ann laid down next to her, holding her close as she listened to the Protector's breath slow, her heartbeat steadying as she began to drift.

"Love ye," Kat whispered. "Startin' tae think I always will."

"Love you too," Ann whispered back, kissing her gently. "As long as we've got. You've got me."

Kat squeezed her. Ann felt her body complaining, but she ignored it until Kat relaxed next to her, having drifted off.

Chapter 44: Difficult Feelings

Bren returned as the sun began to set. He knocked gently at each of their doors, and they gathered in the main room, around their normal table with food and drink.

"So, I have heeded your requests and have not gone overboard in my research. More importantly, this is my new wand," he said, placing it on the table and beaming with pride.

It was beautiful. About the length of his forearm, it was made of a rich, polished wood. It didn't quite look carved, so much as grown, and the gem that he'd received from Estvall was near the tip. The wand didn't appear to have the golden gem set within it; rather, it looked as though the wand grew around the gem, with tendrils surrounding it before reforming at the tip.

"That is a gorgeous wand," Rosalyn gasped, lifting it delicately. "It looks as if it were like this naturally and you plucked it from the tree it grew from. You found a wonderful enchanter for this work."

"Yes, I had met them some time ago, in one of our earlier visits to the region. They were kind enough to accept my request." Bren beamed at the praise. He didn't show off much, but he was clearly ecstatic. Rosalyn handed it back with reverent care.

"Anyway, as I was saying, research," he continued. "As we're aware, it will be a lake based Seed. Climate appears to follow the surroundings. Since it is a lake, this means it will largely be frozen over. The core, as reports have it, will be in the center of the domain, as is typical. The issue being that this means it is currently encased in ice."

"I don't have enough lightning to blast our way into that," Rosalyn muttered, leaning on her hand as she thought. Ann took a moment to admire how bouncy her woolen hair was whenever she moved, before refocusing.

"So we've gotta figure out some other way, right?" she asked.

"Not necessarily," Kat interjected. "Some o' the seeds like this 'ave methods o' reachin' their core without 'avin tae blast. It mighta changed itself tae better facilitate the climate. Who the feck knows what that'll mean, though."

"And I purposefully did not investigate further, besides the fact that the core is, indeed, accessible. As requested," Bren muttered. "We will face resistance, no matter the situation. As we thought, aquatic Warped are common, as well as some avian types."

"So fish and birds, that can't be that awful, right?" Ann asked hopefully.

"Remember the centipede thing I talked about?" Rosalyn reminded her.

Ann's heart sank. Would it hurt to have somewhat normal monsters to fight for once? Not some body horror freak that would make Cronenberg proud? The Twinwolves were close. More a zombie movie kind of thing, but still. She slumped across the table, and felt Kat's hand patting her back.

"At least when they're all freaky, ye don't 'ave tae feel bad about killin' em?" she tried to console her partner.

"Yeah, but still," Ann pouted. "Kinda surprised you're not more scared of them, Rosalyn," she pointed out, rolling her head on her arms to face the woman.

"That might just be because I've had to deal with them for so long? They've been a factor of my life since, well, since I knew how to tell what was Warped and what was just some weird animal."

"Right, that's normal for people," Ann sighed as she rolled her face back onto her arms.

"Nature may be twisted, and much changed since your time," Bren said the last part quietly, to avoid any prying ears, "however, it is our reality. Something that must be contended with for life to continue. At least they are in a manageable state for now. Gods forbid another Swarm breaks out."

"You and Orenous talked about that, so they just kinda start spawning out of Seeds like crazy now and then?" Ann asked.

"About every century," he clarified. "No one knows why, or where so many of the things come from, but it happens and all the Kingdom's might is called to bear defending the cities and exterminating the outbreak. We are, unfortunately, due for one fairly soon. It has been ninety-three years since the last Swarm and the people are growing somewhat anxious. Hence my question to Orenous."

"That makes sense," Ann said, sitting back up and smoothing the fur on her ears. "Well, I'm probably a bad sign then, like you seemed to guess. God given champion showing up right on the cusp of one of these? Can only mean the best, right?"

"Riiight," Kat said, completely not reassuring at all.

"Fuck, well. I guess we get to fight things not in Seeds, then. Speaking of, how the fuck was something as strong as that Snail outside of a Seed?"

"That can happen," Bren advised. "Time and again, some creature will grow too strong to be contained by the Seed's walls and it will escape. It is, confoundingly, usually not the Guardian of the Seed. Something will absorb enough of the energy that changes them, and enough other creatures, that it will just override the barriers and terrorise the surrounding lands."

"And that's why mercs 're such a thing," Kat explained. "Military is good at defendin' cities an' workin' in big groups, but fer dangerous shite like tha'? Gotta 'ave specialists. 'S why the Kingdom sponsors the Merc Association. Gives folks who wanna get their hands dirty a way tae do it officially."

"Yeah, gotcha. Ugh, and that's what we are, and what Orenous wants me to do. Well, guess I won't hold it against her, seeing as she kept me safe all that time," Ann sighed again.

"Do you not like that she saved you?" Rosalyn asked, leaning a bit closer in her chair.

"No, no. I'm pretty damn grateful, especially after meeting you all. I just sometimes wonder if she chose the right person? It's a stupid thought. She knows me better than I do, so of course she did. I just have to convince myself."

"Well, ye've been doin' great. Especially fer someone 'ere just over a month. Speakin' of, congrats on makin' it this far," Kat said, raising a mug to her. "Oh, just a thought, the feck're ye gonna do if someone wants tae know yer birthday? Not like ye can just use whatever calendar ye all used before."

"Yeah, good question. I think I might just use the date I showed up, and run by that. How does your calendar work, by the way?" Ann asked, cocking her head.

"Pretty simple, really," Bren spoke up. "According to research, it is based on the older calendars, however, there are thirteen months. Each has twenty-eight days, and every thirteen years, we have a special holiday to honour the gods. You came to us in the Month of Ice. The coldest month of the calendar, on the ninth day, year 583 F. R."

"Oh, that makes sense," Rosalyn mumbled under her breath. Noticing Ann glanced her way, she raised her hands defensively. "It's an old superstition. Those born in the Month of Ice are said to be hardy souls. People who were born to weather hardship and turmoil, but come out the other side better for it. Just being born then is tough for the parents, having to provide for a babe in the harshest months of winter is no easy task. The cities have magic abounding, but the larger population in the countryside isn't that lucky, and the cold is as deadly as any Warped."

"Well, let's hope for less hardship, more friendship," Annita laughed, raising her mug in a sarcastic toast.

"Ye joke, but I think that's fer the best, considerin' current company. Blessed be our days, an' may we all find love under Orenous' guidance!" Kat cheered, raising her mug to meet Ann's.

"To adventure and knowledge! By Qu'Sella may our paths be enlightened ones," Bren toasted.

"I don't have any fancy things like that, but I just really hope we can see some really cool animals and Warped. Hopefully stopping them as well, you know," Rosalyn added meekly.

Ann took a moment before she drank. It was funny. She'd known these people a month, or less, in Rosalyn's case, but she could see a future with them. It was a good feeling, and she revelled in it as she tipped back the glass full of amber liquid and drank deep.

"Ahhh, y'all are the best," she laughed, slamming her cup down. "Needed that. Now, what's gonna be with the rest of the night? Just turning in?"

"Actually, wanted tae 'ave a talk wit' the girls before we left, so can we do tha'?" Kat asked, an uncharacteristic nervousness in her voice.

Bren looked at her, then Ann, then Rosalyn. Ann could see his brain connecting the dots, intuiting the unsaid purpose of the conversation she proposed.

"Remember, Ann, what I said." He spoke calmly, but the seriousness of his tone sobered any buzz Annita was enjoying. She remembered the conversation they'd had at this table after Orenous had visited. That he'd never forgive her for making Kat unhappy.

"I know. It'll be fine,' she reassured him.

"That it will be. I will turn in, leave you three to it. First light tomorrow we set off, correct?"

"Aye, that's the plan. Good amount o' walkin' tae do." Kat confirmed.

"Then a good night to you all, and do not stay up too late. A sleepy mind is as dangerous as a clouded one," he advised sagely, before heading upstairs.

"Soooo, our room?" Ann asked, standing and scanning the other two women.

"I'm ok with that," Rosalyn agreed, joining Ann.

Kat was the last to stand, but the first to the stairs. They piled into the room, with Rosalyn and Kat taking the bed, while Ann sat cross-legged on the floor, brushing the fur that covered her lower legs.

"Ugh, this is gonna be awkward no matter what," Kat groaned, flopping back on the bed like she always did when she was frustrated. Even on the floor, Ann could picture her chestnut hair splayed over the sheets, with her long ears spread to the sides. "Rosalyn, largely about ye. Ye're doin' a damn good job o' makin' it hard tae be selfish with Ann 'ere."

Rosalyn curled into herself. Ann could see the anxiety coursing through her as her eyes darted. "I'm... sorry?"

"Sorry fer bein' so nice? Fer bein' cute as shite? Fer bein so supportive? Little sheep ye've been nothin' but great an' that's the part that's frustratin'." Kat chuckled begrudgingly. "Would be a damn sight easier tae tell me 'eart tae shut the feck up if ye were a bitch."

"Sorry." came the quiet reply again.

Ann sat there, watching the two go back and forth. Kat clearly was trying to get her feelings across, but the aggressive woman was not doing a great job with the timid Druid.

"An' what've ye got tae be sorry about? Ye've talked me outta me feelin's, ye've saved Ann's life a couple times, shit probably mine too considerin' the Snail, but I 'ave a hard time trackin' tha'. What I'm tryin' tae say is that ye're good. I like it. I like ye. Makin' me spell it out, feckin, feck." Kat grumbled, burying her face in her hands.

"She's grumpy she can't stay mad at you." Ann tried to explain a bit more clearly for Rosalyn's sake. "And that she's considering giving us the go ahead to have you, if you'd like."

"Ooooh, ok. That makes sense," Rosalyn said, clarity sparking in her eyes. "You should probably work on being a bit more gentle with your words, Kat," she chided. "I was scared you were actually mad at me. That's not something I'd want. Not from you at least, that's for sure. Cause you're kinda really awesome, you know that?"

Ann laughed as Kat sat up, giving Rosalyn a confused look. "I mean, I know I'm pretty good, but awesome? Nae, better at fightin' than most, but that's nothin' great."

"Not just that, though that's impressive in itself. You and Ann take hits that'd terrify me. I wish I was that tough, I could do so much more." Rosalyn's eyes drifted, lost in a sea of thought, before she snapped herself back. "But no, just you. You're so considerate. I've noticed you watching out for me since we got to the city, and it's only been one day. Heck, both of you have. I've been terrified of so many people, and neither of you have said anything about me clinging to you. It's nice. Nice to have someone to rely on that'll help me without asking. I can only hope I'm able to support you too." Rosalyn patted Kat's shoulder, fingers lingering as they traced the definition of her muscles none too subtly.

"I... er... thanks? Thanks," Kat said with a decisive nod, her blush betraying her matter-of-fact tone. "Sorry tae make ye feel worried. Wasn't what I wanted."

"I know, you told me a lot in the clothes shop, even if you didn't say it," Rosalyn assured her.

They sat for a moment in quiet. Eventually Ann could feel the silence suffocating her and spoke up. "So I guess the main topic tonight is us, right? The three of us? I like you, in more ways than one, and from that last exchange, is it safe to say you like her too, Kat?"

"Aye," Kat confirmed quietly, still receiving shoulder pets from Rosalyn.

"So, what are you thinking Rosalyn?" Ann asked, leaning forward so her elbows rested on the floor, stretching with her increased Dexterity.

"I... wow, on the spot and my mind goes blank," Rosalyn giggled nervously as the other two women focused on her. "I'd say I like you. Both of you, that is. I told you I like other girls, right? Yeah. I'm sure I did. But yeah, anyway. You two are, wow. Talk about gorgeous and strong and... big."

Kat chortled but silenced herself with a glare from Ann.

"Not that way, but also yes, wow. Um... words. Words, words, words..." she trailed off, trying to organize herself as she fidgeted. "I would like to try this out? With you two? But I don't know how any of that'd work. And I don't want to get in the way of anything, or anyone. I'm not here to be stealing anyone. No no no. If I am, I'll butt right out. I just want to make sure everyone's happy and safe and can be to-hrf!" Rosalyn's rambling was cut off as Kat grabbed the back of her shirt, deftly pulling her back and flipping the Druid on top of her, locking her lips in a quick kiss.

"There, tha' convincin' enough fer ye?" she grinned.

The sheep woman nodded dumbly, her eyes unfocused and, from what Ann could see, not a little aroused.

Ann pulled herself up to the bed, sitting on the edge, then laying back next to Kat. "I think that just about settles it. Though I don't want to push you into anything you're not ready for. So keep your separate room until you feel more comfortable with things. I'd appreciate a date or two before we get more serious, too."

Kat laughed, rolling Rosalyn in between them. "Ye didn't take tha' long wit' me," she teased.

"No, but you were practically jumping my bones despite insisting on doing things all proper," Ann retorted as she felt Rosalyn, who was now facing the ceiling, sinking into the gap between them. She shuffled to make the space a bit more comfortable.

"You two are a lot," Rosalyn's soft voice came from between them. "Though, I think I can be ok with this version of a lot."

"Hmmm, and now I'm feeling a bit jealous. Kat got a kiss, do I get one?" Ann asked with a toothy grin, sharp teeth shining in the crystal lighting. She watched as Rosalyn's eyes went wide, transfixed, but soon after, there was a slight nod.

Leaning in, she slowly brushed her lips against Rosalyn's ebony skin, meeting olive. Rosalyn instinctively flinched, but quickly resisted the urge, and kissed her back. It was a chaste kiss, no tongue, nothing more than a scant couple seconds of lips on lips, but it set Ann's heart racing. She pulled herself back before the temptation to try for more overwhelmed her. Rosalyn still had her eyes closed, lips slightly parted as she panted. Kat had lifted herself on her elbows to watch, and she and Ann shared a glance, both exceedingly entertained by the reaction, before the Druid shook herself.

"More intense than I thought it'd be, wow!" she mumbled. "Less scary too. I mean, you're a whole two feet taller than me, and so much larger, but it's almost... comforting? There's still that danger warning in me that won't be quiet, but that was... wow," she whispered, trailing off as a hand reached up to trace her lips. "Both of you, just, wow."

"An' now ye've got permission tae want that," Kat laughed, flopping back down on the bed.

"Wow," Rosalyn whispered again.

Ann was briefly worried they'd broken her, but soon after, the woman sat up, stretching her fit, but decidedly curvy, body. "I... thanks. I definitely want to try the whole date thing, too, Ann. Maybe with both of you? Just, some time less busy, since we're heading out to the Seed and everything tomorrow."

"Yeah, definitely to all of that," Ann laughed. "We'll figure it all out. No worries or rushes. Though it's getting late, and Kat and I have something really specific to do. Might be best to say our good nights unless you'd be joining or watching." She sat up, feeling her kilt rising slightly as she thought of the debauchery she intended for Kat tonight.

"Nope! Not tonight!" Rosalyn decided quickly, standing and skipping, literally skipping, to the door. "You two have fun, though, maybe another time."

As the door closed behind her, Kat and Ann burst out laughing, laying on the bed.

"Tha' was a li'l mean," Kat giggled.

"You see her face? She almost said yes," Ann laughed, rolling over to face Kat.

"Hmmm, she's gonna be a lot o' fun, fer both o' us," the Protector sighed, rolling to match Ann, faces dangerously close.

"Speaking of fun," Ann teased, tracing an extended claw across Kat's forehead, down the side of her face, and then along her ear, "I think I have some fun ideas for us tonight."

Kat shivered at the touch, eyes closing. "Mmf, you do?"

"Oh, I definitely do. Let's put that mouth to better use," Ann growled as she locked her grip behind Kat's head and pulled her into a kiss.

Chapter 45: Interlude - Polaris

General Candalaria Polaris

Candalaria was ushered into the antechamber, guards to her left and right standing on the sides of the large double doors. Their plate was resplendent, polished silver with gold trim, and brass in the patterns of trees up their breastplates. A man and a woman each, staring straight ahead beneath visored helms.

The room itself was deceptively humble. A pair of benches on either side of the wood panelled room. The carvings on the wood were the expensive part. As she waited, Candalaria took her time to observe the intricate figures that depicted the history of the Korvas Kingdom. All the way from the Bultrong founders to the current house's rule, the kings and queens were depicted alongside their major accomplishments. The doors themselves were pieces of art, each depicting a half of the tree and mountain emblem of the kingdom in full detail. Had to cost a fortune.

She was in similar armour, but fitted for her Thrundol physiology, and lacking the helmet, which she'd left behind in her assigned rooms. She hated wearing the thing and would only do so if needed for combat. It had been just over a week since the middle Farragher child had brought the Vulhardrin Champion to her, to discuss the matters at hand. The Keep had been in the middle of an exercise, performing field training for soldiers that demanded her attention for that week, but once that had ended, and she could shrug her duties off on her Lieutenant, she hopped a train directly to Korvas.

Word had gotten ahead of her, as it always did, and she was quickly met with a personal guard upon disembarking. Not that she'd ever needed one. Someone who'd been through as many battles, a skirmish with a neighbouring kingdom, and the assortment of other dangers she'd put herself through, was hardly in danger from any but the more skilled assassins. Still, she accepted this formality and was ushered to her rooms.

They were spacious, well decorated, and utterly boring. She'd been informed that the Queen wouldn't be able to see her for another day, some diplomatic bullshit occupying her, and that she would rest here for now. The time crawled by, and she'd exercised her rank to go out and get a drink for the evening.

Now, now she was here, waiting for her old friend and queen to be ready for her. A couple minutes later, the doors opened and the herald clacked his staff on the ground.

"General Polaris, if you would?" the spindly man requested. He was human, with pure white hair and a pristine handlebar moustache. He'd been in the service of the crown for most of his life, though Candalaria had never gotten his name. She stood, taking a look at the doors one more time, before following the man into the throne room.

The place was immaculate, as always. High ceilings of marble, sandstone, granite, and other types of rock Candalaria wasn't familiar with mixed in a chaotic, but fascinating pattern. Columns joined with bannisters lined the main floor, providing a gallery for the nobility to gawk at the proceedings of the court. The floor itself was another stone mosaic of the kingdom's crest, but with precious metals mixed in to further accentuate the wealth of it all. Gaudy, in Candalaria's opinion, but she could respect how damn old this place was.

Her name was called to those who cared to attend as she marched to the throne, her back straight and her head held high. The pomp and circumstance was expected of her, and she'd bear with it. This was the formality, the actual conversation would be after this farce.

As she reached the end of the long room, she knelt before the thrones, occupied by the queen and king. Like most things in the mountain capital, they were also metal and stone. The Bultrong that had made them in ages past clearly loved their natural resources.

"Your majesties," Candalaria said clearly, her head still lowered.

"General Polaris," Queen Olara Farragher greeted her. The woman's voice was stern, but familiar to her ears. She could hear the familiarity under the layers of officiousness. "It's been some time since we've 'ad the pleasure o' yer company. I trust the Keep is well?"

"Yes, majesty," Candalaria replied, rising to her full height, and meeting the golden eyes of her queen.

The woman was a warrior, just like her daughter. That build would intimidate anyone, and she never went anywhere without some armour on her. Today, she was dressed in a regal gown with metal pauldrons adorning her shoulders. Not showpieces, either. Those polished steel pieces radiated magic of Gods only know what enchantments. Olara chose to let her hair fall straight and clean down her shoulders, reaching to the small of her back. Despite this, Candalaria had never seen her get tangled with the locks, something she'd always wondered about.

Sitting beside her was her husband, Kremdol. He was essentially the opposite of his wife. Slim, almost wispy, but with keen blue eyes that felt like they could pierce your soul. An Alfhindur, like his wife, his pale ears broke a tide of wavy black hair that was slicked back over his scalp. Despite his frail features, his eyebrows were unreasonably bushy. Candalaria had heard him joke that he must have some Bultrong somewhere in his family line, though she wasn't quite sure how true that was.

"The Keep is well. The walls stand strong and the people stronger. Exercises were recently carried out, and the reports came back favourable, as I'm sure you are already aware."

"Quite," Kremdol droned, lacking his wife's accent. The man spoke in such a flat manner that it grated on Candalaria's ears. She knew him well enough by now that it was just how he spoke, but it still bothered her. "I am sure you have been doing a fine job protecting our kingdom and raising its newest warriors. Do you have any reports on the Warped, or incursions from Bortislav?"

"Minor sightings, the usual for this time of year regarding the Warped. One exception to the north west that has been assigned to a mercenary team. It should be handled soon, if it is not already, considering it was Katlyn who took it."

Candalaria watched Orlana's features shift as she tried to hide a smile. "Ah, so that's what the little one's been up tae. I'm glad she's keepin' in touch, despite her 'atred o' formality."

Murmurs from the observers reached Candalaria's ears at the comment. Katlyn's distaste for the court and royal duties was well known, and a frustration within the political sphere. Any news of her antics was going to spread like wildfire.

"But," Kremdol continued, "this all seems rather mundane. A letter would have sufficed for this information, General. What is the meaning of this personal visit?"

"If it pleases," Candalaria replied, meeting the eyes of the royal couple, "I would prefer to relay that information in confidence. It is a matter of, well, larger import, to put it mildly."

The buzz of the nobility increased at the words. Speculation was going wild as to what this could be. Military matters were, as always, held behind closed doors, but it didn't stop the gossipers from spinning their tales.

"O' course," Olara smiled, golden eyes narrowing as she tried to read Candalaria's expression. "We'll talk in the council chamber. Make yer way back there, an' we'll be there in an hour. Ye know the way."

It wasn't a question, and with a wave, Candalaria was dismissed. She walked to the left of the room, guards opening the door for her, and she made her way to the council chambers.

Chambers was overdoing it, it was one room. A massive round table adorned with a detailed map of the kingdom dominated the space. Chairs surrounded it, with benches lining the walls. Each of the eight walls were lined with pieces of armour or some weapon Orlana decided she liked. Candalaria settled herself in a larger chair meant for someone her size and let her mind wander while she waited.

Just past an hour, the doors opened, and the queen and king entered, along with a scribe. Candalaria would've preferred it just be the three of them, but records needed to be kept of such things. The moment the doors shut, Orlana relaxed, her normally ramrod straight back curving as she let out a heavy sigh.

"Sorry about all tha', Candy," she apologized as she took her seat. "It's been non feckin' stop lately. Needed tae make a show o' bein' all proper an' shite. Expansionists are gettin' loud an' we've gotta make sure we've got the image o' stability an' strength tae keep 'em at bay. Ye know, politics."

Kremdol chuckled dryly, sitting perfectly in his chair. His propriety wasn't a necessity like his wife's, just how he was. "Quite. We do have quite a bit of work on that front. That side of the spectrum is getting restless, thinking that we should have more than we do. We are strong, yes, but that strength comes from our stability. I will be buried in council and meetings for months to come, trying to placate them."

"An' I thank ye fer makin' tha' sacrifice," Orlana smiled warmly to her husband, her hand resting atop his on the armrest of his chair.

"I get it," Candalaria laughed, her rough voice making the sound more of a bark. "Kat's still taking after you, Orlana. That's for sure. Your kid's found something interesting this time, though. She's the reason I needed this to be private."

"Oh? And what has our daughter done this time?" Kremdol asked dryly, with a faint smile at the edge of his lips.

"Well, you know how I said there was nothing major going on with the Warped? There's something major going on with the Gods. She dragged in this Vulhardrin girl. Must have been in her mid twenties. Wildest lupine I've ever seen. I swear she was half wolf herself. Grey, tall even by their standards, with ears, teeth, claws, fur and the lower legs of a wolf."

"A deviation? Warped, possibly?" Orlana asked, leaning forward.

"In some ways, yes. Girl told a story that was hard to believe if Kat and Bren hadn't backed her up on it. She's shared her Stat Screen with Kat, by the way. Anyway, says she's sponsored by Orenous. Claimed her path was Warrior of Orenous, with a title to back it up. Champion of Orenous. And let me tell you, Orlana, she looks the part. If she was my type, I'd have made a pass even with the age difference. Something otherworldly about that beauty."

The royal couple sat there for a moment, likely going through the same mental recoil Candalaria had gone through over a week earlier.

"Dear, have you heard of anything like this before?" Kremdol asked, turning to his wife.

"Nae, nothin'. There're priests, paladins, all that o' the Gods. The title is somethin' special. What else was there, Candy?" Orlana pressed, locked in on the conversation now. Any exhaustion she was showing had fled the woman's muscular frame.

"Well, then there's the part where she said she's met the Goddess herself. Talked to her, even. Kid says she's been given a quest to figure out what's going on with the Seeds, to figure out how to fix the issue with the Warped."

Kremdol actually laughed at that. "Preposterous! Scholars and priests have been striving for any information on this for centuries. How does this child claim to have a chance at doing so?"

"You've got me, but she was telling the truth. At least from what I could tell. Kat and Bren seemed to believe her, too. I trust those two quite a bit. Neither of them would lie to me."

"I don't even know where tae start," Orlana sighed, slumping again. "If that's the full truth, the expansionists aren't gonna be the biggest headache anymore. The Gods damned churches are. They'll be ecstatic, aye, an' all the more eager tae help the, wait, did ye say her name?"

"Oh, no, Annita Kronforst is her name," Candalaria corrected.

"Well, Annita is gonna 'ave all the support she could ask fer, that's fer sure. Just worried that the devout might get a bit too zealous in that support," Orlana said, rubbing her temples.

"If I might," Kremdol interjected. "It may be for the best to meet with her discreetly first. Speak with her, Katlyn, and Bren, and get the full story."

"That would be my suggestion, as well," Candalaria posited. "I can get them the message without anyone else knowing. They're just registered as a mercenary team at the moment, so no heads have been turned, and I handled Annita's registration myself before you ask."

"Good, good," Orlana sighed. "Looks like that's gonna be one more thing on our plates. Ye really know how tae bring a storm, Candy." The queen laughed, leaning back in her chair.

"What kind of General would I be if I didn't sniff out trouble in the ranks," Candalaria chuckled back. "Gods, you know I hate you a bit for this appointment, right?"

"As you tell us every time you visit," Kremdol said with a smile. "Who better, though, to lead this force? You have demonstrated your loyalty to the kingdom time and time again. I, personally, would have it no other way."

"Ye just need a good night out," Orlana said, playing with a strand of her hair distractedly. "To talk about more personal things, ye find anyone ye're interested in? It's been so long since ye've been on the front lines, I woulda thought ye'd 'ave someone in mind by now."

"No one, no. It's driving me somewhat mad. How hard is it for a girl like me to find a guy who wants to treat me like a lady? I put up all that bluster when I'm on duty, but it doesn't mean I want to be like that all the time," she sighed, putting her face in her hands, being careful of her tusks.

"Well, your physique does attract those who prefer strength in a partner," Kremdol advised. "I would not advise changing this, however, it is a significant barrier. If you would like, I could put out some inquiries into possible suitors? It would not do to have the General of our mightiest city to go lonely for her later years.'

Candalaria waved away the offer. It wasn't the first time the meddling man had offered as much. The annoying thing was that she was beginning to consider his offer. She had a type, and that type certainly rarely had her. She'd be drinking again tonight. That was for certain.

"So, anything you need of me? Or am I just gonna head back to that stuffy office you've chained me to?" Canadalaria huffed, glaring playfully at the royal couple.

"Sorry, Candy. We've all got our burdens tae bear," Orlana apologized. She actually looked sorry, bless her. "If ye'd like, or if ye 'ave the time, I'd like ye tae keep up wit' Kat an' 'er party. Not anythin' complicated, just make sure they're safe."

"Kat's gonna hate you for that," she warned, raising an eyebrow. "If it's a request from you, though, I'll deal with it. Times are going to be complicated enough. I do know they're looking for a heavy hitting front liner, along with a caster. Annita seems to be progressing as a rogue, so I might be able to get someone in there. They did leave with word saying they were gonna pick up a local witch to help with their latest assignment. Knowing Bren, he's likely done his research and there's a high chance she'll be joining the group."

"That sounds likely. Then their front liner might be more influenceable," Kremdol pondered. "Likely not a military sort. Katlyn would balk at that immediately. A mercenary. Possibly military background? Someone we can trust to have their best interest in mind, and I would think around their age would be best."

"I think I may 'ave a few candidates in mind," Orlana mused as her eyes unfocused in thought. "Aye. I'll 'ave tae check in wit' a few contacts, but I think I know a few people that'd work."

"The temples are going to want a representative there, as well," Kremdol advised, his eyes rolling slightly at the thought. "Though with Annita being a literal representation of Orenous, we might argue them down. What a mess. I'm almost excited about how complicated this will be. Plus, we are disregarding the other political factions within the Nobility themselves. They will try to sink their claws into our daughter's friend as soon as possible. Who wouldn't want a champion of the divine under their house's protection? The power that would provide could change the entire landscape. I will need to make sure preparations are made to solidify our protection of the girl."

"Well, about that," Candalaria sighed. She'd not wanted to get into this and let the girls do it themselves, but it was relevant. "You are probably going to have an easier time with that than you think."

"Oh? Do tell. Anything to make this go smoothly," Kremdol almost crooned as he leaned forward, listening intently with a slight tremble in his long ears.

"Listen, this is private, so I feel kinda bad for sharing it, but time is of essence here. From what I could see of Katlyn and Annita, and reports from elsewhere, including a guard I had shadowing them, they're more than friends. I'd say by now they've well crossed the threshold of lovers."

Orlana and Kremdol sighed in unison. "Well, aye, that does make things easier," Orlana said first.

"I have things I need to take care of," Kremdol said with urgency, rising. "Announcing both the presence of a divine champion, and the fact that she's entangled with our daughter. Yes, I need to get to work setting up safeguards within the political spheres. Excuse me, ladies." He gave Orlana a quick kiss before striding regally from the council chambers.

"Katlyn's always been trouble," Orlana griped in their privacy. "I love 'er fer it, cause it reminds me of me younger years. This is a new level, though."

"Don't have to tell me twice. All we can do is keep moving and make the best decisions we can," Candalaria replied, making to stand as well.

"Aye. Well, I 'ave work tae do as well tae prepare fer our guest. Get that summons out tae Kat as qucikly as ye can. We need tae stay ahead of this."

"Yes, my queen," Candalaria said with a bow. She did so because she knew it annoyed Orlana a bit when they were in private. A friendly little game they played of testing each other's patience.

She turned and left the room, pulling aside a soldier and requesting a trusted courier be brought to her chambers. A few hours, and several reports from the local garrison, later she was able to escape to her room. She stripped everything but her undergarments and laid down on the incredibly soft mattress. "I fucking hate politics," she grumbled to no one.