Summoned from the underworld.

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Although he was young, and therefore not allowed the darkest secrets of his mentors, Cain was ambitious, he desired greater personal power and resented his elders for their stingey manner of teaching. He was well versed in what he knew already, and had secretly saught to advance along his own path and speed...

It was the dead of night and he had stolen off to a cave off the wizard college's grounds. tracing a rune shape into the caves damp, uneven floor he began to chant, it was a spell wholey of his own making, and aught to bring forth an underling that would obey him... If done right... The magical energy's suddenly crackled around him and his ears hummed with its glory, his teeth clenched as he sent the energys into the pattern he had drawn.

Everything fell silent, deathly silent, moments passed... It seemed to Cain that his spell had failed. He balled up a fist, his nails biting into his palm. He was not one to accept such a faliur...

 

[bluntforcemama]

IC:

She awoke wish a throbbing in her head, a bright light behind her eyelids, her wings wet and plastered to her back. She trembled from the cold, extracted from the heat that had been her home, as if she had been born into a world of ice and pain. She opened her eyes tentatively, her irises glossed like deep blue pools as she peered up from the ground. She saw a fire crackling to her left, the warmth flicking against her like the light licked the walls. She was underground, a man sitting with his head in his hands in front of the fire. She sat up and rubbed her temple and looked down at her body. Naked... dirty, cold, damp. She ruffled her insect-like wings, plucking them from the sticky skin until she could flutter them to dry. She stood up, brushing the dirt off her breasts, her stomach and thighs. She looked at the pattern drawn in the sand... it was hers. A symbol of her name.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Looking up at the creature he had brought forth from the underworld, Cain reached over, for the stick he had been using for a fire poker. "I don't suppose you can understand mortal language..." He sighed, it had become clear that whatever she was, the way he had summoned her had not bound her to his will as a familiar. He was disapointed but knew that if he had simply left her here there would be some explaining to do if she caused any trouble in the surrounding area. As the magic that had brought her here, his magic, clung to her like a mystical fingerprint.

 

[bluntforcemama]

She grinned. Even if she couldn't speak his language, she could read his mind, his facial expressions. He was obviously not willing to take responsibility for her, and she smiled at this. Free reign of the human world. She relished the idea, flashing a grin of perfect teeth and soft lips. She stood up straight and walked over to the fire, warming herself with the flames' heat. She would need to find some clothes... perhaps she could seduce the man, and then take his clothes... Surely he wouldn't just give them to her. She smoothed her short damp hair back, the curls wild and disheveled. She must be a mess, she thought. She tucked her hair behind her ears, revealing little points, and a tattoo of her name on her neck: Alyn. She walked over to the man, wary of the stick in his hand, and mumbled something incoherent.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

"As I figured... Here now..." Cain set about casting a spell that would allow for them to understand one another. "How is that?" He asked once the spell was in effect. "You can understand me now can't you?" Her expression was answer enough and he continued to speak. "What exaclty are you?" cain asked as his eyes traveled along her naked form for the first time in ernest.

 

[bluntforcemama]

She smiled at his words, and spread her legs a bit to even her stance. She was only about four and a half feet tall, small even for her kind.

"An imp of sorts... something of a wicked fairy, summoned by the likes of YOU!" She shot back, angered by his lack of knowledge. "You call me here, and have no idea what I am?" To think of it, she wasn't sure why she was here, either. She walked around the fire, the shadows and light playing across her damp skin. "Do you have a blanket?" She asked, suddenly sweet and charming. She licked her lips as she watched him grab a satchel from behind his back. Oh, this was going to be fun, she thought.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Scowling at the accusations of his lack of knowledge, Cain pulled the satchel over his shoulder. "Sure... I have blankets... Back in my room... Come with me. I can't let you stay here..." He grumbled as he began to walk out of the cave, back to the college.

 

[bluntforcemama]

Alyn trails behind Cain, tripping over upturned roots, trying to keep up with him, and shivering in the dark, moonless night. She sees lights ahead, through the trees. Small square lights; windows. She cocks an eyebrow at Cain in the darkness, but follows him, hanging onto his robe as he walks towards a door.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Sorceress Apprentice Muffin

What was he doing? I noticed Cain from the corner of my eye walking with someone. A naked woman! That BITCH. Well, she kept him distracted enough to sneak up on him and see what he's up to. No sex in the dorms, or so proclaimed Adept and Head Bitch, er Witch Crowana. She had wings? What the hell? That's no woman!

The realization sunk into me. Cain had done something wrong, the guilt radiating off of him was astounding. I followed him to his room, watched him hustle her inside, then listened at the door.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

"There's some blankets, let me see about some cloths for you..." cain said as he opened the door to his room, he stepped out only to bump into Muffin. With a scowl, Cain shut his door quickly behind him. "What, pray tell, do you want?" He grumbled at her, his eyes becoming mere slits of distrust.

 

[KillerMuffin]

"The better question would be what are you doing? Who is she? Better yet, what is she and where did she come from?"

He frowned at me, trying to keep me from seeing into his room. That did it, I had to know. I stomped on his toe hard enough to make him off balance and shoved my way inside. The pixie like thing sat on his bed and smiled up at me brightly.

"What did you do Cain?" I demanded. How could I use this, I thought.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Hopping back into his room Cain shut the door as he rubbed at his toe. "I tried to summon a familiar... What of it? It has nothing to do with you... Why don't you forget you ever saw her and go about your marry way, hmm?" He returned his foot the the ground and with it returned his attitude of superiority. He glanced over at Alyn, she was still naked, so he tossed her a blanket.

 

[KillerMuffin]

"A familiar!" I yelled. He clamped his hand over my mouth to shut me up. I almost melted against him, but I managed to stop myself before I could embarrass myself that way. "You aren't allowed to do that yet!"

He glared at me for pointing out the obvious.

"I hate to tell you this, Cain." My tone indicated that I didn't hate to tell him at all. Gleeful was a good descriptor. "That's not a familiar."

 

[bluntforcemama]

Alyn smiled with mischeif, she hadn't even been released and already havoc was on its way. She slipped on some clothes and wrapped herself in the blanket and threw herself onto the plush bed to watch the show. She dried her hair and snuggled into the pillows. The humans were bantering at her expense.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

"I know she's not a familiar..." Cain fought the urge to bat Muffin upside the head and instead ran his fingers through his black hair. His blue eyes opened a fraction as he pondered something while looking into Muffin's face. "Which is why your going to help me send her back..." Cain reached out and took hold of her wrist and started for his spell book.

 

[scylis]

Edwin

Why was he even here? Sure, the school was the finest of any in the surrounding kingdoms, but it was nothing next to where he learned the arcane arts. It was nothing but a keep and its surrounding buildings settled in the lower parts of a rather small and lumpy mountain range. Edwin was a Red Wizard, one of the greatest living. Where he had studied made this place look like a pesant's pig pen. Magically crafted towers 700 feet tall shot up into the sky there, gardens to rival those kept by druids abound, and libraries that could fit the..school..he found himself at now inside them. That was what he called a school; a building only the underground dwarven fortresses could match for size and grandure.

Baaahh! Why was he here? Punishment, no doubt, though for what, he did not know. Technically, he was here as an act of good grace towards the school here: he was the "famous Red Wizard" sent here to fill in for the recently deceased Dean of Mages. Technically. It was still punishment to him.

This night he found himself wandering around outside when he noticed a robed figure sneaking away from the appretice's quarters. "Might as well follow the fool," Edwin thought to himself. "Probably up to no good, most likely attempting to cast a spell beyond his capabilities, w/o the supervision of his superiors, of course." Edwin knew quite a bit about that sort of thing, since he had done that often himself, though he always succeeded. Usually. Casting a spell of invisibility, he plodded off after the would-be mage.

Edwin watched the preparations and incantations the sap made with some amusement. He was trying to summon an imp. But not just any imp, and not for just any reason. It was one of the larger, smarter kinds, not just the typical little mephit. This one would be smart. And he was trying to make it his familiar.

When the creature finally did appear a bit later, it took all he could manage to not burst out laughing durring the conversing that ensued. He didn't even know what it was that he was trying to summon!!

"So he's taking her back to his quarters, is he?" he thought as he followed them back. "This shall prove a most..interesting night, to be sure!" His invisibility was still up, so he had no need to hide, though remaining silent proved a test once more when another person suddenly appeared right in front of him. It was another apprentice. A girl, and a sorceress, at that! He held no special love for sorcerers and sorceresses, or warlocks and witches as they were more commonly called. Their magical abilities were inborn. Mages, or wizards, like him learned the arcane arts through dedicated studies of the Laws of Magic. Even being able to cast the simplest of spells required years of training. Sorcerers and their ilk, however, only needed to be taught how to control their powers, and, from a mage's POV, they lacked the discipline and dedication it took to be a wizzard. Nevertheless, though the number of spells know to them was quite limited, they could cast them in greater numbers than the average mage, or even someone as skilled as Edwin, making them powerful in their own way.

Sighing, he let her get a little ways ahead of him, then he conjured a Wizard's Eye, an invisible, floating eye that would allow him to see through it as though he were there. He quickly guided it into the boy's room before the door closed.

It was going to be an unexpectedly interesting night...

 

[scylis]

OOC:

sorry about that being so long..

 

[KillerMuffin]

He was getting aggravated. He wanted to smack me, not what I had hoped he wanted to do to me, but fuck. His eyes narrowed.

"Which is why you're going to help me send her back," he snapped, then grabbed my wrist and jerked me toward his spell book.

"Yeah, right! That's gonna happen," I sneered. Inside my heart was getting ready to beat it's way out of my chest. He wanted my help! Mine! I wanted to twirl around giddily. I jerked my hand away instead. "You're going to help me learn magic so I can stay in school. IF you do a go a job of it, I won't report it," I pointed to the thing staring at us gleefully on the bed, "and I'll help you send it back. Otherwise, you're fucked buddy. Back to the farm to make those muscles bigger and your brain emptier."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Standing as though he had just felt a jolt of electricity, Cain turned to eye Muffin with disgust. "Are you blackmailing me?" He said indignantly. By all the powers below, he was itching to slap this wench. How dare she make such insinuations! It galled him to no end!

 

[KillerMuffin]

Muffin

Damn I forgot how gorgeous he was when he stood there in his powerful stance, as indignant as a cat that had gotten tossed in the bathwater. Stand up to me would he! He'll learn the hard way that I always get my way! I eyed him narrowly when he just about reached back to slap me.

I pictured the cock harness my mother used to slap onto the stableboy when he didn't eat her to orgasm slowly enough. I could feel the mean smile sneak across my lips. I transposed the picture of Cain over the stableboy and muttered a few well chosen words.

He yelped and jumped up and down. He jerked his foot out from underneath a heavy bit of block and tackle. I cringed, dammit, another stupid spell gone stupidly awry. Why couldn't I do even the most simple of transfer spells? Why? Why? Why?

"Yes, it's blackmail but you'll do it!" He had to do it. He was the best sorcerer here, he had to help me. Of course, it would never occur to me that he would probably do it if I asked him nicely enough, not matter how bitchy I ever was.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Blasted girl! Cain's eyes seathed with disgust. He rubbed at his foot again. Once it felt better he casually moved between her and the door, locking it. "I am not generally into investing my time in a lost cause... A few weeks time and you, my dear, will be the one carted back to the farm." Cain said sharply. The muscles along his cheeks flexed with irritation.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I paled at that. It was nothing less than the bald faced truth. I would have to go back to the farm and marry some bumpkin and have a passel of brats to carry on the line. I'd never see the world. I'd never be my own person. I'd never know what it was like to have strength. The Dean had taken off to parts unknown for only Gaeia knew how long. His addiction to my mouth and tits were the only things keeping me here. His replacement was probably a wart faced hag.

"You have to." I hoped my desperation didn't leak out in my tone. Cain was emotionally deaf, but his ears worked well.

The thing on the bed giggled.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Turning his sharp eyes to the feminine imp, bundled in his blankets and curled in his bed, Cain bristled. "I will do what I can... But you must help me send her back imediately... Else I will be following shortly after you on the hay wagon..." He hissed.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I leaned against him conspiratorily, taking a moment to bask in the heat and wonderful smell of him. "That's not such a good idea," I whispered. "You may not have noticed it, but I'm not all that good at spell casting."

I couldn't help myself, I grabbed a couple handfulls of his ass and squeezed experimentally. I contrived to look innocent when he turned those eyes back onto me. I thought I succeeded rather nicely.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

The corner of Cain's lip twitched. Had she just felt him up? He snuffled his nose in a dismissive manner as he pulled back from her. "I will do most of the channeling of the magic... You will just have to say the incantation... Basic reading is all you have to do... If you can't at least do that much then I surly won't be able to teach you anything..." Cain said as he pulled his spell book from its shelf, flipping it open half way, the paging through it for a moment. He finally held it out to Muffin, pointing out the paragraphs she had to read aloud.