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There were many legends about the Karmath the wizard. Some claimed he was of divine origin, son of the god of trickery and the goddess of love, some said his origin s were far more mundane, and his father the royal executioner, his mother the emperor’s concubine. Some even doubted that Karmath had ever really existed, and placed his story in the realm of superstition.
It must have been about five hundred years ago when he last was seen walking the earth. There were many stories about his powerful magic, and his great sexual appetite, of the sometimes conflicting tales some described him as sadistic, lecherous, manipulating, cruel, others as wise, charismatic, inventive, and generous.
All tales agreed though that in Karmath’s mighty tower a great wealth of magical artefacts were stored. Items of legendary power and value. The dream of every adventurer. Only a woman – so the legend said – would be able to enter this tower, and then make her way through the labyrinth of ordeals and challenges that surrounded the dark tower. These tests were said to be of the most imaginative nature and often of a rather painful or sexual kind, possibly even both at once.
Sadly though, the tower had never been found.
Not until now. It been dark days recently, evil had gained in strength and once proud and independent kingdoms had been destroyed and enslaved. In an age of oppression and despair, an age of darkness and slavery the people only dared to talk in whispers upon what had been discovered in some distant, hidden valley. A valley inaccessible until the recent spring, when a landslide had revealed a previously blocked passage. For some few, these new rumors were a much needed sign of hope. In a situation as dire as the current one, the powerful artifacts supposedly hidden in the wizard's tower could be what was needed to start the liberation of a downtrodden people.
The locals considered the valley taboo, and didn’t dare to even speak of it, so finding a guide into the valley was impossible. But once the hidden passage, a narrow and slippery crevice between two steep and windswept mountains, was found and mastered, the rest of the path was not much less hazardous, but much easier to find.
A path overgrown with the most resilient and thorny shrubbery lead to a huge black tower of phallic shape, rising high above the vegetation of the valley. Almost covered by bushes, mosses and weeds, the path was lined with ancient statues which at closer inspection all turned out to be of a rather obscene nature. There were solitary statues of men proudly displaying their enormous genitals, as well as of naked women, touching themselves in raving ecstasy. Getting closer to the dark walls that surrounded the tower, the statues now became group scenes, displaying various positions of amorous intermingling, with two, three or even more lovers involved. Some statues where of a crueler kind though, displaying scenes of floggings, contortion, chocking, or rape. But in each case the faces of those on the receiving end seemed to be twisted in lust as much as in pain, making them more seem like consensual submissives than like unwilling victims.
This was the path that ended at the rectangular wall surrounding the tower. What was behind the wall was impossible to see, but according to the tales, there surrounding the base of the tower was the wizard’s labyrinth, and only she who won the seven magic keys in the many ordeals and challenges to await her would be allowed to enter the tower.
There was a huge gate in the wall, a closed gate with a obsidian handle that was shaped like a massive manhood.
It must have been about five hundred years ago when he last was seen walking the earth. There were many stories about his powerful magic, and his great sexual appetite, of the sometimes conflicting tales some described him as sadistic, lecherous, manipulating, cruel, others as wise, charismatic, inventive, and generous.
All tales agreed though that in Karmath’s mighty tower a great wealth of magical artefacts were stored. Items of legendary power and value. The dream of every adventurer. Only a woman – so the legend said – would be able to enter this tower, and then make her way through the labyrinth of ordeals and challenges that surrounded the dark tower. These tests were said to be of the most imaginative nature and often of a rather painful or sexual kind, possibly even both at once.
Sadly though, the tower had never been found.
Not until now. It been dark days recently, evil had gained in strength and once proud and independent kingdoms had been destroyed and enslaved. In an age of oppression and despair, an age of darkness and slavery the people only dared to talk in whispers upon what had been discovered in some distant, hidden valley. A valley inaccessible until the recent spring, when a landslide had revealed a previously blocked passage. For some few, these new rumors were a much needed sign of hope. In a situation as dire as the current one, the powerful artifacts supposedly hidden in the wizard's tower could be what was needed to start the liberation of a downtrodden people.
The locals considered the valley taboo, and didn’t dare to even speak of it, so finding a guide into the valley was impossible. But once the hidden passage, a narrow and slippery crevice between two steep and windswept mountains, was found and mastered, the rest of the path was not much less hazardous, but much easier to find.
A path overgrown with the most resilient and thorny shrubbery lead to a huge black tower of phallic shape, rising high above the vegetation of the valley. Almost covered by bushes, mosses and weeds, the path was lined with ancient statues which at closer inspection all turned out to be of a rather obscene nature. There were solitary statues of men proudly displaying their enormous genitals, as well as of naked women, touching themselves in raving ecstasy. Getting closer to the dark walls that surrounded the tower, the statues now became group scenes, displaying various positions of amorous intermingling, with two, three or even more lovers involved. Some statues where of a crueler kind though, displaying scenes of floggings, contortion, chocking, or rape. But in each case the faces of those on the receiving end seemed to be twisted in lust as much as in pain, making them more seem like consensual submissives than like unwilling victims.
This was the path that ended at the rectangular wall surrounding the tower. What was behind the wall was impossible to see, but according to the tales, there surrounding the base of the tower was the wizard’s labyrinth, and only she who won the seven magic keys in the many ordeals and challenges to await her would be allowed to enter the tower.
There was a huge gate in the wall, a closed gate with a obsidian handle that was shaped like a massive manhood.