receive to the finale of the first base serial on Cat-girl Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae ; in this human beings of a keep and dragons theme, the final examination hired man is played against her and the Chancellors hidden opposition. Not all is as it appears to be, and many peril are still to fall.

Just understand that when one thinks that in liveliness you understand all there is, to have intercourse a individual completely, or see that they can not change, you will be open to new and final revelations that makes it clear ; you never knew them to begin with as you suspected.




Three hebdomad until the Academy ball begins. Once again everything appears to be back in a state of relative guild and stableness ; ‘ relative'of course being the key word. The terminal few calendar month have seen a efflorescence of murders, the narrow shunning of a power battle for control of the honorary society, and finally the annihilation of the one who was behind all of these bother. Now the major vexation focus on the unending, ever expanding, changing and contradicting tilt of tasks to be finished before the ball.

The rumor concerning Polemonium caeruleum though, continue to bristle like wildfire, both serious and bad.

The rumors hold that, among other things :

Charity is pregnant with the baby of Chancellor of the Exchequer storm Dragon.
She is the daughter of Headmistress Pele and the Chancellor.
She is the daughter of over a one hundred different kinds of beings.
She is some kind of angelic being in the guise of a cat-girl.

Those seeking the origins of these rumors never find the germ - it is as if they are rustle in the dark itself.

Still it is peaceful, nearly of the staff and students are happy that the difficulty are in the past.

Except for the one troubling tortuousness : the ghostly shielder of the honorary society - antediluvian protocols none fully understand now being obeyed - patrol the vestibule and rooms, silent watchmen armed for battle in coat-of-mail and weapons always at the ready.


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Housed in the mysterious corner of the Academies cellar levels is a series of conjuration chambers held under the iron-grip of the schoolmaster Fox-glove, or more precisely the one who is in the guise of the Master. He stands within usher one of"his"bang-up Journeymen in a rite of summoning to scream Forth a demon lord.

Symbols and sigils used to contain and bind such a enceinte entity to the will of its caller score the floor in spiral of amber and atomic number 47 inlaid with precious muffin reduced to powderize. The burning incense fills the elbow room with motley scents of almonds, odorous Grant Wood and the pungency of bitter herbaceous plant and spices.

He sees that the designs are unflawed - and woe becomes the caller of devil who fail to make them thus - he nods to the journeyman. Already in a cross-legged pose, the one indicated begins to verbalise a most coordination compound series of sentences ; word of honor locking one to another in power, evil pulsating and maddening whispers given life and form depart to infiltrate the nightmare of the damned. Repeatedly the Brigham Young man slaps a clenched fist into his other palm ; each one produces a pulsation of power, subtle at foremost then building one upon another as do the waters of the ocean when great storms sweep across their vastness.

fire as red as molten alloy erupt along the symbols and sigils, pulsating, swaying and building with the intelligence being spoken. Dense clouds of smoke, rich in the olfactory property of native sulfur and death begin to amass, light source dancing in a cornucopia of fox fire, while lightning arcs between them all. construction as fountainhead is a palatable taste of duskiness becoming reality - a perversion in the natural human beings felt by all those gathered about.


He who is not Fox-glove, a dozen artificer and many other monsters they have called forth stall here watching the ritual and awaiting its outcome. He looks over momentarily at some of these entities called out of darkness, ones that look like upright-walking vultures with human arms ending in 8-inch talons harder than sword. Others look like heavyweight humanoid frog - teeth fill row after row in their vast, bulging lip while spikes line the rear of their monumental forearms to some 20 or mire inches in length.

The now belated Fox-glove had gathered only a few such entities ; now though he has built an even vaster United States Army.

Soon he will cause his general, the demon lord being called now to this mankind. One who is powerful enough, if the old textbook are properly, to dispute and oppress the aliveness out of the prime minister himself.

Even now some of his agents work among the students and stave, culling out a few here and there while engaged in hedonistic pursuance. Kept in arrest by his will and instructions they grudgingly go along, waiting the bloodbath promised for the opulent ball.


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The Hall of years, the dandy museum for the Academy in which research worker, archivists, scholar and existence of a hundred mintage come to research the chronicle of ten thousand Earth. Great chandeliers alight with ever-burning wax light illuminate the rowing upon dustup of shelf, bookcases, table and such filled with Scripture great or small-scale in size. XXX such levels climb upwards for one to explore during their lifetime and not even tap the hidden levels under the schooltime - ones with noesis so obscure, gloomy and grievous special permission is needed for those who wish well approach to it.

Down the winding and darkened corridors of this lowest storey four organism wander, seeking one special chamber with lanterns alight - green foxfire and blue angel witch-lights illuminate the Headmistresses Pele and Charity, who are accompanied by the premier and saltation Tiger. In silence so still it screams they proceed. twinkle and fantasm play across antediluvian words and ledge of Word of God and composition stacked wherever room can be found.

On social occasion some of the statues they pass turn out to be much more than statues - creatures of trick and fantastic heart called golems ; mechanisation of iron, rock, woodwind or cute gems all but impervious to physical or any wizard harm. Each one in twist challenges the group, demanding the Scripture to allow passage or commence a battle none of the company desires.

One by one they pass the lookout ; an old, rickety bridge circuit allows them to get across a sprawling chasm so inscrutable that reverberation do not sound from the fundament concealed beyond the ignitor they carry. threshold made of iron-bound wood and wood-bound iron open silently to ghostly hands, for if mortal being touch sensation one with bare figure, the deadly chronological sequence of traps will be loose - designed to rive, tear, crush and shred.

At close they come to their goal - a I threshold, undecorated and common as anything else. Everyone sees Polemonium caeruleum sales booth in battlefront of it, eyes closed in rich engrossment, and then to her unspoken will the doorway silently opens to allow incoming for two.

All middle watch Charity as she systematically begins to remove her wearable - a silken doublet, blouse and her undershirt ; old Dancing Tigers jaw knack agape at the pile of her firm breasts and erect nipples, gulp after gulping sounding as the raw sensualism of her being is revealed when britches and undergarments are placed aside.

- BOOF-

The slamming of a cane into his gut, forcing the air out of lungs as he falls to the earth reminds him not to stare for too tenacious.


"You two peeress proceed ; I will stay out here with this one,"- the chancellor indicated to Dancing Tiger with his cane -"and make certain he does not suit a lone peeping tom."

laugh comes from the room beyond the threshold. That of the companion of brotherly love - mend, her lilliputian Draco friend - and a soft, womanly voice which belongs to Charities newly selected assistant. This is the custom of the school - for each time a new headmaster or mistress of the school gain an assistant, they will in this most private of Chambers consummate the kinship in bed.

Pele is along ostentatiously to be a witness for the consummation ; in reality she is an extra stage of security for Greek valerian. With that cat-girl strange things occurring are all but assured ; and often in the uncivilized, most dramatic and grievous of manners. All of them hope it will not be that way tonight, yet the Chancellor, as much as he desires Polemonium van-bruntiae can slack up for one sentence, will not learn any chances with the base hit of his beloved.


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Echoing throughout the sleeping accommodation the Journeyman's interpreter has quickened and deepened unto inhuman levels ; speech in a dozen dozens of languages combine crashing, crushing, bending and distorting one unto the next. His eyes have become two pool of glowing fox fire as he continues the calling for the entity beyond this human race. All feel the growing magnate as world is slowly distorted, folding and twisting in upon itself.

In a bully maelstrom of energy released - arcing lightning, current of fire, and poisonous swarm of weed and scalding steam - the door opens to the smashing beyond. Cries of the tinker's dam echo into individual ears not meant to get a line such pain and desperation. The demons in the room though, acknowledge grudgingly their superior has come - one who rules through absolute force and fright of what they believe it can do.

As the Journeyman collapses to the solid ground, smoke rising from his smoldering corpse, He who is not Fox-glove looks upon the being thus summoned - the most dreaded lord of the daemon referenced in antediluvian traditional knowledge. Such is the sheer and arrant malignity it generates he steels himself to stand against it in a titanic battle of wills ; set up to defy all for the chance to vanquish the Chancellor completely.

"Bow down to your lord mortal. You who have called me are my slave not my equal in any regard. Bow down and love despair before your life comes to a arrant end."

These words of the big wildcat echo in his mind by a telepathic link.

Upon beholding this magnificent messenger of topsy-turvyness and destruction incarnate, Dominique does the only thing he can rationally do. He nearly laughs himself to death at the great deal of a"mighty"six-inch high, mushroom Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe devil.

As expected, the monster attempts to overtop his will ; imparting feelings via telepathy of hopelessness, despair and weakness. It seeks to enslave him - to turn him into its creature, its slave.

deciding enough is plenty ; he who is not Fox-glove extends three inch long claws on one hand.

Although the demon lord is only six-inches in pinnacle, he figures it will pee-pee a ticket snack.


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Misty and the young man had come to this little cubby-hole near the kitchens for some fun. Or at least he is the one currently having the fun - standing with his back to the rampart, hands gripping the two entrepot racks to either side of him. His moans and pant of delight carry only a light distance as his companion, down on her knees continues her oeuvre on his humanity. Never has a lady been able-bodied to bring in him finger so good just by pleasuring him with her mouth.

Indeed the reputation Misty has for such expertise is true. Those sass suck and pucker just right, gripping with the force of atomic number 26 and her lingua teasing his member here, there and back again. Waves of bliss dance across his mind and build into a foggy mist of heating plant, passion and desire. spike thunder from the blood pounding through his soundbox, warmheartedness racing and his intellection shrieking for him to get inside of her and let his seed loose deep within, to earn the consummation he hopes for happen ; its taken over a calendar week of limit effort to get just this far, how long will it take to get her into bed with him ?

Soft fingertips tickle him in another billet below causing him to wriggle momentarily. He hears the sounds of her continuing, heady odor of spices, flour, herbs, repast cooking and her own perfume mix into a rainbow of flavors. His center crisscross as the sense datum build ; ever pulsating downward and making him feel as if he is floating on cloud of delight."Oh yes, its happening, its…I uh-am-hu-hu-am-going-hu…"

His release is sudden and fierce, three, four and then a twenty percent time into her mouth ; completely spent he collapses to the storey.

Misty stands up again, licking her lips while readjusting her night-robe - mainly to produce for certain her low cut bodice shows each breast in the best visible radiation, and minimal reportage. A little bit shifting here and there, then all is once again in place for her to lure another into the promise of carnal pleasures and knowledge. Oh so much more fun waits for her and her victim - for each clip a man come in her mouth she is able to wet-nurse the very liveliness force of their physical structure and souls out…

She smiles widely as her oculus glance down to the desiccated, smiling remains of the young man. Striding away after other meat on the table she just thought how happy he must take in been dying with a smile on his cheek. Tonight she and her sisters will keep on to hunt ; to induce terror and fear ; to wait the coming slaughter at the ball just three hebdomad out.

Her entire body tremor in great anticipation of the carnage, gore and ancestry to be unleashed ; chaos raw and primal without restraints - that is what she has been promised ; and so she shall have.


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respiration deeply in an effort to calm herself down, Charity takes in the cognitive content of this footling elbow room.

Not much to see really, just a small feathered bed, a brace of wooden electric chair and a glowing cool-white heavens of conjured light casting flickering shadower across the bare bulwark. She sees Pele on one of the chairman, looking as regal as she always does, unfazed and unflappable. Contrary to her usual trend of keeping her hair bounds in a cummerbund, she has it set in Twin French people braids interlaced with finely gold and silver chains. Even the red-blue lotus flower above her left ear stand out.

The Pres Young woman on the bed though clearly shows off her anxiety of their affaire to come AND in the front of both Headmistresses of the schoolhouse. Sitting there in her birthday suit with knee joint drawn up under her chin, weapon wrapped about them, she blushes and giggles under the regard of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae.


The heady mixed bag of aroma, old sense of smell of detritus, dirt, aged cloth and such intertwine with those of Pele and of the young lady ; charity takes this all in as she stretches, her sore ears picking up the increase of the girls trice and slightly shallower breath - clean-cut sign of the heating of passion building within her body.

Sassa almost jumped out of her hide when she realized charity has moved to her English on the bed. So silently did she propel, not a voicelessness of strait or a flicker of shadow and light across her smooth hide. Looking brotherly love over with her eyes, she sees those house and shapely muscles bearing the bleached scars of past struggle. Her hr deoxyephedrine figure flows into sensuous proportions with the ink-brush slash in the shape of a"W"encompass about her breasts.

Her wonder gets the better of her and one hand slowly draws last to those soft titty. Just short circuit of them she hesitates, looking into the middle of her lover for tonight. Oh those eyes, she falls into the depths of those emerald park and sapphire blue pools of wonderment. The wild and untamable passion she has seen in her dancing Tiger pales in equivalence ; for Charity clearly answers to no one unless she chooses such ; indomitable is that will and unbending the spirit within.

Giggles that sound like wind gong mixed with the auditory sensation of a mass meadow air comes from Polemonium caeruleum ; who then stretches out on the bed, propping her capitulum up on one bent arm and hand. Sassa feels the finger's breadth of brotherly love former hand softly stroke and tantalize lilliputian twittering spasm of delight from along her arm. Slowly that teasing and caressing betterment to her shoulder and then the neck, easing her bodies tension and showing where to find bliss in so many ways - a thousand feathers being used in a massage on her could not equal the feelings Charity is bringing out in her soundbox and mind.

"semen on Sassa get on your side of meat like me, it's well-heeled to blab out while looking brass to face."

Doing as brotherly love directs she stretches out awkwardly, embarrassed that her own dead body is nowhere near enough to play off that of her fellow traveler. Sassa feels the free paw of Charity take up her own and entwine the fingers, while slowly moving it over to one of her breasts. She just looked into her expression as Charity answered with a knowing wink and impish grin. Her eyes went roaming quickly down again to those breasts of Charities ; nipples erect and firm while their hands hovered an inch or less from them.

"I thought we were supposed to…I mean…"she gulped down her words in trepidation. So much tenseness has now returned in spades her words to Charity are becoming tied up one with the next. This sets off a undulation of giggles and laughter from Charity ; not one of scorn or bewilderment, it is the diffused and gentle laughter of one who understands what Sassa is going through.

"What do you expect ?"Jacob's ladder asked.

Sassa explains that she had been instructed in this affair just to lay back and let Charity do whatever she wants."Just distribute your pegleg apart and let her enjoy you as much as she wants ; that is the master aim of you as her assistant when off duty - to be her pleasance maid in bed. When the metre does come, you will unite the Chancellor and Charity in a three way."

Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae looks casually over in Pele's centering and via a straightaway telepathic conversation conclude who is having some fun at Sassa's disbursal. They agree to deal with him when the time comes.

Gently Sassa's hands are guided down upon each of them, and she feels the warm, sonant, and gentle mounds of Jacob's ladder with script still trembling yet shortly get to caress them in short, teasing strokes. One advantage she has being a woman is knowing just where and how to do so ; Charity begins making voiced, little gasp as she responds to her being touched just so - here, and there, and especially THERE in the one spot that sends unending virtuoso of rippling pleasance through her being and into her wit."HPHHHHH….keep going just like that…oh wonderful…it feels…hmphhh…kind of like…hfph-hhh-hhoooo-oo…little tingles…yhooo…oh this is so…you…yhooo…hyooo ! ! !"

torso shaking and quivering like she has never experienced before, a new kind of bliss flows over Charity to the ends of her being - each nerve swamped by a Tsunami military group of agitation, pleasures flowing as gloss, scenes and patterns of light ; the very fiber of who and what she is reaches a climax like never before, even her own darling Chancellor or any woman has gotten her going this quick - twice, three time, and a fourth her orgasmic screaming of barbaric, raw passion echoes out in the dark.

Pele just looks on at the pair, laughing sweetly as Charity looks at Sassa with a all-encompassing, ear-to-ear grin, steam rising from her soundbox."Damn, if you can do this right now just by touch I can't wait to see what else we can do together !"

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Outside the little chamber two figures stand before a natation, shimmering trope of what is going on within ; ostentatiously for the reasons of extra security, and in fact the thrill of seeing Polemonium caeruleum bedding down another woman. The Chancellor just grins at his companion, the cat-folk warrior monk known as saltation Panthera tigris who is explaining the fiddling bit of fun he had with the statement to Sassa.

"You need to actualise something my young friend"- declared the chancellor while tapping him in the chest with his cane -"they have figured out what you did ; their payback will be keen indeed."He commenced to expound on in detail each of the termination to be found on the"inclination of 1200 day of reckoning visited on men by the delirious and furious frustrated females of the cosmos."

By the end of the inaugural dozen or so Dancing World Tamil Association smiling of a antic well played has turned into a grinning designating his mere hope for survival. Upon asking the premier if these conclusion are embellished in the least he receives back a simple statement :"No they are not, if anything these are the least sentence possible ; the truly exquisite of them is found on the ‘ list of 1200 furious feline holding plume dying demonstrated on the doomed man.'“

Dancing Panthera tigris massive gulp echoes across the undercover Asaph Hall for a considerable distance.

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Sassa just moans softly as her body flavour like it has fallen to pieces as Jacob's ladder lips find one tender smirch on top of another along her neck and cheeks. voiced kiss here, plenty there and then there ; each one drawing desire and sensualness from her as she has only barely comprehended. Their bodies intertwined movements put forward up the lust in one another, flesh striving on flesh, rubbing and pulsating with energy building as heating and electricity in one another ; and those sorcerous plumage Charity has created with her magic - an even dozen tickling her belly, the incline of her belly and her crushed legs and feet.

Giggles erupt between the groan and lightning like belief flash up and down her being as little back talk, magical like the feather, enfold her teat with caresses, kisses and soft strokes of a phantasma knife. One particularly accurate touch on the cervix by Charities own lips, mixing with the single on her nipples sends her rearwards arching repeatedly ; her eyes become woolgathering and partially close as the gate of Nirvana prepare to let loose a Eden of pleasures.

Step by teasing and caressing stride brotherly love moves downward on Sassa, generating an ever building cycle of moans and rush of breathing ; the feathers redouble their movement in reaction to Charities tacit command, causing even more hysterical giggles and vellication of Sassa's body. Soon enough she looks up into Sassa's middle, letting her know what is about to come.

Sassa closes her eye and clutches fists about the puff on the bed anticipating what is to pass ; her consistence feels like molten metal combined with the raw, central muscularity of a hurricane building out at the sea and soon to be unleashed on the shores. The rash mixture of scents fills her nostril, their shared scent of her and Polemonium caeruleum, the bed application old and layered with sweat, body olfactory perception, and quondam scents of gender fulfilled many fourth dimension over.


Her body arches a bit as Polemonium caeruleum fingers voice her womanhood to expose the soft pink flesh within ; along with the take in fact of her being a virgin. Between the undulating, thrashing, crashing waves of DOE performing across each fiber of her very being her brain recalls the promise she made this morning to herself ; before the week is out she wants to finally lose it, preferably with Dancing tiger cumming inside her repeatedly.

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"You have got to be kidding ?"said saltation tiger."SHE wants to actually do it with ME of all people ?"

Looking at the daze and alarm upon the cheek of Dancing Panthera tigris, he just chuckles with rueful mirth. Oh how much he is enjoying this. Here stands one of the legendary fighting monastic of the Far eastward, deadly in combat armed and disarm, skilled in poetry, etiquette, art, writing and seduction. Rarely does he nose up caught so off safety - yet the fact of Sassa want a long full term relationship with him has achieved just that.

storm Dragon chortle at the consternation upon dancing tiger, the cat-folk Thelonious Monk who is among the fine warriors of the eastern United States he has seen in historic period. Quick in wit as he is in conflict, skilled in verse, seduction and the finer arts of customs duty and culture he is rarely caught off precaution by anything.

"So what is legal injury Mr. Tiger, do not secernate me that you, of all beingness, have never been with a peeress before ?"

Quick, precise and concise explanations follow of why the Union that Sassa desires may not be possible ; yet this is not a surprisal to the Chancellor of the Exchequer, having dealt with many such billet of duty, honor, and be intimate coming into battle with one another."So that is the crux of the matter of the matter,"said Dancing Tiger.

"Another challenge that can be solved to the welfare of all ; good thing you told me up front. We will see what can be done about it in a couple of days."With that the Chancellor paying back to the issue at mitt - precisely the matter of two lady making love.


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A grand stimulating bolts of lighting shoot up and down her spine, generating waves and flowing patterns of light and energy. Her mind all but collapses in upon itself when the natural language of Polemonium caeruleum completes that first gentle caress ; her auricle hear the building rumble of roaring nearby, the scent of the rainfall and the coming thunderstorm from the apparent horizon, answering her impassioned outcry and desire.

The feelings vortex, menstruum, ebb and peak across the core of her very being ; Eden beckons and opens her arms wide for one to enter paradise. Within that appreciation she understands her body will control back no more, the storm is to be unleash and the business of simplicity is crossed.

With a cardinal scream her spill hits ; and the storm comes once again as the bed bounces about from the violent shaking of her trunk. The idle words howling mixes with the earsplitting collapse of lightning all about the slight chamber ; answered only by the ongoing primal screams of joy they all hear.

Only one set of screams comes from Sassa.

opposite to the Chancellors Bob Hope and desires, trouble indeed has arrived in spades.



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Again and again he slams bodily into the doorway, then strikes it with savage volume ; blows that are able of rending stone and steel to powderize fail to even forget a sign upon the magical barrier dramatis personae upon it. He yells for the ladies beyond the door, bellowing flash enough that most can hear him over the heightening roars and winds howling like the banshee of the moorland beyond.

A voice roars from behind him, clear and engineer in its ordination."Get out of the way you lunk-head ; this is for me to deal with !"

leap to the side and landing in a controlled scroll he avoids the bolt of white hot lightning, each one shaped like a living-dragon, which slams into the door and the very walls. Such is the force unleashed, echoes passing into the fathomless depths of the connecting transit, they arch and flow against the magical barrier for many a moment of time. Yet all of this effort is for not, as the wall and door stand untouched and unnoted.

A second and then a third series of the searing dragon-shape lightning is air Forth River, again with the same failure to induce any obtrusive harm. In his mounting fury the Chancellor of the Exchequer hurls burning shooting star, cones of primordial common cold and fire, sizzling empyrean and pointer of Zen ; any one should have take the Lucy Stone and doorway to the most basic elements that each consists of.

Finally he decides to use one of the ultimate spells in his armoury. One he dreads using, for a sentence it will allow him without the usage of his huge armory of trance. Called a disjuncture, it literally annihilates all mould enchantment and magical barriers, suppresses most sorcerous particular for a time ( hr to twenty-four hour period ), and force magical spell shaped puppet back to their convention forms ; yet it also drains the castor, aside from denying the utilization of spells, all but exhausting them mentally and physically.

So it is only in the most desperate of situations he will even contemplate its exercise ; one of them is now.

He shapes by force play of will the gather, pulsating, raw world power of the disjuncture ; a glittering rainbow of luminousness gathers about his being, orbiting in a ever growth, ever faster flow until he is covered with them. Throwing out his implements of war and with a primordial roar of wizardly power he sends it forth to rend the world of magic about him. Out to some three hundred tread this effect flows, sending Forth pulsating Wave of power echoing one unto the next.

Dancing Panthera tigris feels his wizard blades grow cloggy in his men, his cloak warding him against lightning fail for a time ; the roadblock upon the rampart dances, warping and bending as it seeks to avoid the inevitable end of the world rending it to pieces. With explosive force that knocks both the chancellor and dancing Tiger to the ground the barrier, door and the entire wall are torn asunder.

The gaping wound in the wall creaks and groans as its wholeness has been undermined. Howling winds, driving rain and dark cloud illuminated by lightning and clash of boom flow out into the passages and beyond. In the area of the room ahead savage, primal, inhuman screeching of terror and pain mix with two others - one pocket-size and one great, such is the military unit the vibrations shake the stones all about for a distance.

As that second base great representative roars again, the Chancellor of the Exchequer shouts to Dancing Panthera tigris, his voice failing to be heard over the clamor of sounds. He motions him forward as he pushes against the winds, struggling to get to his beloved who is in mortal danger ahead. The clear echoing, hollow thud of detonating spells indicates either her, Pele or both are still engaged with whatever opponents they are faced with.

saltation Tiger has much more destiny in pressing forward, reaching the clay of the rampart ahead of the Chancellor, and in time see a gather of six shadowy forms coming Forth River to greet him. Six bolts of lightning arc into him from each one - without the legerdemain of his cloak they tear into him savagely, sending him flying back across the passage and into the rampart with bone crushing force.


The pile of those six figures makes the Chancellor flinch ; being unable to spew spells or use the catch cane he wields - it holds office equal to his own when functional, he grabs his hat off his head and searches within the supererogatory dimensional space within for what he needs, thanking lady luck it still functions.

These fauna walk upright as a man does, with the pass and annexe of a large piranha, in stead of deal and human foot are great talons with claw 8-inches or More, capable of rending stone or steel as one tears a piece of composition."Oh great"- mumbles the chancellor -"daemon ; just what I need now, a bunch of bloody demons."

Watching them advance towards Dancing Tiger his care is drawn to a more immediate scourge. Three great beetle shaped demon, eight great branch, sixteen metrical foot in height, mandibles 24-inches recollective and extensive, mashing teeth below multi-faceted center glowing white with infernal heating and lustfulness to kill come forth in his instruction. Once again he wishes he still could use his shape changing ability ; the tempest Dragon chassis he favors would make light work of these sodomite, yet due to the using a disconnection it will be a day or Thomas More before he can use that ability again.

"well,"he states,"I just have to do this the hard way then."

He pulls out two little crystal vials, pulsating with white light, pure and right to those who stand for what is the right way and true. Within each is the inwardness of the Phoenix, consuming fire that destroy anything of swarthiness or immorality - such as the two beetle demons they hit when thrown against their hard shelled bodies. flame whiter and hotter than the sun consume them instantly leaving nothing more than a atomic pile of fine ashes scattered upon the winds.

A hazardous bolt of lightning arcs by, reminding the Chancellor he lacks most of his normal set of sorcerous defenses ; such as his waistcoat rendering him all but impervious to electricity, cold, heat and acid. The final exam beetle demon roars and charges in his focussing, bent on ending his life once and for all. From his hat he pulls out a flat, assault disk of iron and prepares to hurl it at this wildcat ; only to duck aside at the last-place back as the real attack comes from his right field side.

He recognized the treacherously onrush as an legerdemain, set up so the real number beetle demon, invisible, could strike at an angle he would be acutely vulnerable from. Clacking its lower jaw quickly together, the eight handwriting glow with green witch light - magical death being summoned to rend him to piece of music.

Hurling the disk both the Chancellor of the Exchequer and the demon watch as it curves slowly in its way ; suddenly it veers upward, cleanly missing its butt. Or at to the lowest degree the beetle-demon assumes, laughing with its infernal voice until the record becomes a monumental, hundred-ton system of weights wall of iron that crushes it flat.

turn back to where dancing tiger and the other demons are, he sees four of them on the ground, deceased from the crushing setback of the Thelonious Monk'clenched fist and infantry. Such is the level of the Monk's spiritual enlightenment and tranquility, he can manipulate his internal source of chi and ki-power to harm tool that normally only a enchanted artillery or spell could damage.

Focusing on the one in front end of him, chela against hands and fundament, the two combatants dance a dancing of expiry faster than most can perceive ; each seeks the one import of opening, the one mistake the other will seduce to deliver the finishing blow. The second remaining vulture-demon comes from behind terpsichore tiger, about to rend him to shred until a trio of massive linchpin, a giant brass bell of ten-ton mass, and a small iron sauceboat country atop of it.

Both combatant cease their bodily function long enough to gaze at the fallen vulture-demon, the detritus that fell it and then over to the Chancellor who shrugs casually after tossing a glittering coin at the remaining fiend. Caught between the unyielding Harlan Fisk Stone wall and unyielding steel of a massive safe, it perishes with the snapping of os and pipe organ.

looking at past the Chancellor of the Exchequer, dance Tiger sees a hatful he will never draw a blank - and at the consequence wishes he has never seen ; a large, four armed, wolf-headed demon, thirteen feet richly and toms in free weight being cast away onto its back by a female number slightly larger than a normal human woman. Roaring like an enraged Panthera tigris mother its tiger like pinna flare back while fang and teeth are bared. Jumping onto the wolf-demons chest it delivers three wildcat, os crushing coke with such force the stone beneath it buckles and cracks into a wanderer web of scissure stretching ten footstep to a side.

As the winds begin to die down, the clouds slowly dissipating, he sees the shadowy var. emerging from the elbow room where Pele, Sassa and Greek valerian were ; all three have to be drained, slain by this caption derive to life, the truthful tiger-demon here before him, and whatever former monstrosity of the damned realms coming forth as well.

The tiger-demon, known among his people as the Rashaska, stares at him with eyes glowing red as the fires of Hades itself. Clad in robes darker than Nox while alive with a dancing Aurora borealis, it stands and looks at him, sizing up the terror he represents. whiteness fur glistens with shimmering light among lightlessness stripes about its form.

Knowing the hopeless fight he expected to wreathe up in some day is now at manus, he assumes a stance to do battle, determined to present the Chancellor a probability at escape.

And that is all the Chancellor will experience is a slender chance ; for one on one, even with all his repute wizard might, the Rashaska is nigh impervious to magic save for a few go only a true overlord of the craft can cast. Only the most muscular of holy artillery may harm one, though he has heard that a crossbow bolt, blessed by a priest can kill one outright.

"Chancellor, get gear up to run, I'll clench this demon off for as long as I can, just run and do not stop for anything at all…"

Suddenly the groundless and frantic thrashing of Patches on his body snaps him about to the dandy human body before him. More precisely the monumental, staring emerald William Green and azure blue eye looking upon him ; turgid than a good sized serving tray he sees his own thoughtfulness staring back in its depth. mind crushing fearfulness seizes his brain and causes muscles to slacken ; no amount of subject enables him to overcome the stark terror of yet another fable alive before him.

"ascent a helping hand again at her or anyone else right now and I will bite you clean in half,"says the great tool before him.


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From the tip of its nose to the end of its tail it stretches the length of two slap-up oldtimer ; wings of quartz glass and foundation expectant than a wrestler's pectus in length, the large dragon feeling like living amethyst gems. Each movement in the light sends an ever changing pattern of shadow, flaming and reflections across its open and into the depths of its soundbox.

dance Tiger looks from it to the Chancellor, his expression showing how utterly freaked out he has become, one hand indicating the dragon with a"what do we do now"substance. The Chancellors casual chortle does nothing to set him at relaxation, especially as the Rashaska, escorting an unscathed ; though lampblack covered Sassa comes over to the Dragon'side.

Again he looks to the Chancellor, beyond the ability to talk or even give rational number thought to his situation ; he points to the dragon again, then the Rashaska, and finally to Sassa.

The chancellor turns to face Sassa, asking a simple question terpsichore Tiger is unable to comprehend."Yes my girl, this is the unwashed expression one has when unexpectedly confronting a flying dragon - storm dragon in my fount, or amethyst dragon, and a absolute looker of one at that, as in the case of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae here."



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The Chancellor of the Exchequer just looks down with the others at the unconscious var. of saltation Tiger, who has fainted dead away from the overwhelming result he has been through. Looking over at the Rashaska, he lifts one hand, as if to savage her to pieces, or so Polemonium caeruleum assumes, her Dragon descriptor interposing between him and it.

"Jacob's ladder"- the Rashaska says softly, one great pawed hand touching her var. gently -"the Chancellor of the Exchequer already knows of me, and what I am."Briefly the two enter into the mind-to-mind communication of telepathy brotherly love has domination of ; question and solvent flowing fast as persuasion ; so promptly does the discussion occur that only a hand numeration of seconds pass in the rule world.

In an amethyst flow rate of light brotherly love again resumes her born cat-girl form ; though her hair now is a flow, shimmering amethyst coloration."It figures, I wonder if I will ever get that right."

"will somebody please tell me what is going on here,"calls out Sassa, sitting following to her fallen sexual love, moving him to rest his principal upon her lap. She looks at him, clearly concerned some damage has just separated him from her when she finally finds happiness in her life. crying commencement to well up in her eyes, and a sob slowly builds.

Now clad in the gravid vest of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Charity sits down next to her. weaponry encompass Sassa's shoulders, comforting support to one in need, and in grief."Sassa listen, your Dancing tiger is fine, he just fainted from too much going on at one time. He is one of the hardy and ethical psyche you will ever acknowledge of ; his beloved for you and you for him is the Saami as me and the Chancellor share."

"Now listen well, the one here with us, the Rashaska is Pele in her natural shape ; something I suspected for a time as we share a common inheritance. Though in my case, I am only a half-blood ; the respite of me is true cat-folk. The little variation of the story is this ; she no longer serves the strength of shadow, having walked the road unto redemption for the last two hundred long time. She serves the Chancellor as a extra factor and guardian. What matters now is this, you can commit her, and now that you and Dancing Tiger are voice of our own round you need to get used to it."

"charity"- Sassa just shakes her head as if in denial of the now obvious -"the storm ; every clock time I have been intimate in some chassis first with my passion, and now with you its semen forth. Why ? Honestly, why does it materialize ?"

For that question, Charity has no soft answers.


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Moving into the way where the union of Polemonium van-bruntiae and Sassa took place, the Chancellor of the Exchequer along with Pele sees the uttermost massacre within. Unbelievable as it is, the proof stands just a arms distance away. The walls are gouged with column inch deep claw stigma over three or so feet in length. Spots of melted, bubbled stone appearance where intense flaming struck home, while hoarfrost lingers about in misty clouds - so perfect is the moth-eaten that all heat in three infantry renders the life from any support being.

Even more apprisal are the gouged and torn remains of three dozen demons of all form conceivable, and the parts of another twenty dollar bill or so scattered about. Clearly he sees the recognisable injuries inflicted by chela and Fang of a dragon.

Pele explains step by stone's throw the fight, from the daimon showing up suddenly from a magical doorway to the heartbeat when Charity changed into her dragon shape."No thanks to your disconnection I had to fight them the old way way, hook to claw"- Pele thumps him in the chest, standing with one hand on her hip in mock anger -"yet somehow Charity did this, she remained in Draco shape even after I was forced back into my natural form."

"Pele, you should already experience guessed the reason why."Seeing her confused look he continues to provide for her edification."Like you and me, Charity has been stripped for a sentence of her wizard abilities ; except that her genial accomplishment"- he taps his forehead with a finger -"the psionic's she commands, is unaffected. When she did solve the nine whodunit to suit a Headmaster of the Academy, she gained the gift of shape changing as I do, only based on her mental powers, not wizard like mine. The amethyst firedrake variant is a natural for her to chose, as those dragons - called gem dragons by some - have the Same Psionic abilities as Charity."

Pele just grins widely as behind the Chancellor of the Exchequer Patches mimic each and every bm of the lecture going on ; only his pantomime is accompanied by the common swirl of colors and patterns indicating he is having fun.

Finally after what seems an eternity of fourth dimension passes, the Chancellor ends his lecturing."Now lets look at this doorway and flock with the problem. We have enough devil loose right now, and who knows how many others that already escaped the area."

look upon it carefully, he discerns its nature fairly well. All but invisible is the traffic pattern of a carved archway, one that allows being to proceed in an instant from one location to another. Digging into his hat yet again he draws out a duet of brass vacuum tube about two inch long and a small, gem studded doughnut. Tossing the ring to Pele he instructs her to use it to communicate with Masters Sheo and Aden concerning any early fiend loose ; they are to be hunted down and exterminated without mercy.

turn back to the doorway, he senses the magic asleep within is again building ; once Thomas More it prepares to open up and let all manner of creature to arrive forth. A utterly skanky grinning crosses his brass as he holds up the two electron tube, the wizard ability contained within begins to arouse,"No more daemon in my school. This menace ends now once and for all."

Casually he tosses them through the doorway as it briefly flair in a whirl pattern of principal indicating it has activated. A moment later, the form dissipates and the Lucy Stone rampart shatters, spider webbing of air crossing from top to fathom."I would have loved to see the look of those on the other position when the tubes went off."

Figuring the menace is now concluded he turns back to charity and the others, determined to get them all to a place of safety.


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Pele comes over to the ternary of Charity, Sassa and a now awakened saltation Tiger. All three just await her over, still surprised by her true shape. Casually she dismisses their stares with a wave of a paw.

"In a day or so I will be back in the homo form I normally wear ; so needless to say what you have seen and heard needs to be held in the strictest of confidence. At the to the lowest degree we know Dominique is utterly, and Fox-glove has been tamed."Looking at Dancing tiger she instructs him clearly,"I need you to reconnoiter out his activities lately, and pee-pee sure as shooting he is not behind this, once we all get back to the Masters Hall."

"Also, you and Sassa will be given quarters next to mine ; as Greek valerian assistant Sassa needs to be near her, and you near Sassa"- she looks at Charity with a wry smiling -"just try not to put down the article of furniture in your dear making as she and the chancellor routinely do."

"charity I want to spill the beans more about our past experiences, yet now I need to know something. Are you pregnant or not ?"

Suddenly becoming as bashful as a schoolgirl before her first osculation, rosiness extending up her cheeks and neck opening, a simple nod confirms it for all of them. Hugs and congratulations follow from the entire group, followed by the cheap, raunchiest, land shattering whoop of joy from the Chancellor as he lifts her up in a birth hug and spins her about.



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The artificer standing by the hepatic portal vein way entryway behold a scene of absolute destruction and carnage ; for the roof and two of the six walls have collapsed. Among those rock - some weighing tons - jut a tree branch here or a clawed script or foot there. The grate and groaning sounds of stone moving on endocarp indicate there is yet one more flop preparing to happen at any instant. One yell and points to a boxing glove and objet d'art of a cape, that of their Master and mentor - Fox-glove.

Then comes the mo dreaded, the final shifting of stone upon stone ; they flee for their very lives, with only a smattering making it before all the area collapses with such force that its vibrations are felt not only in the groovy Academy, the part around Stars rift shakes as well.

Of those who survived among Fox-gloves artificer all quickly determine that the wrath of the chancellor and the Academy are about to come down on their heads, and that scattering across the cosmos may be their just move for survival. One at a metre they recover what can be found of their gear, and depart, never to return.


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Over an hour later, as the party comes to the boundary of the great chasm, the rickety bridge circuit crossing the incredible and incalculable abysm of shadow ; finally unwinding from the massive battle earlier, they begin joking and re-telling the report of their especial office of the fighting. Even Pele is in an incredibly joyful and playful temper, telling ribald tarradiddle so scandalous Charity swears the I. F. Stone rampart are blushing.

- nasal twang -

Pele roars in surprise and blow, clutching her forearm with one tiger like paw over the arm of her robe. The Chancellor, dance Tiger and Patches move to handle her, as brotherly love and Sassa rush to render what aid they can. Laughter, insane and diabolic comes from the shadows next to the bridge deck supporting archway.

Emerging from the Lapplander shadows they see another tiger-demon, a back Rashaska, armored in coat-of-mail and a vermilion gown. Twin Katana's - the legendary swords of the eastern warrior elite group - are sheathed upon his back. In his one upraised hand, he holds a small handwriting crossbow, loaded with a bolt pulsating with destructive power.

"Too late, the Queen is idle, and now her kin will be as well. And I shall drag the King from the board ahead of the Ball."

Looking upon the matted, blood spattered and torn circumstances of his fur ; the utter insanity filling his center, there is now no question for the Chancellor of the Exchequer who stands before them. Pulling his hat down in a formal bow of introduction, he slips a single glass sphere from the dimensional blank space within."Dominique I assume."

"Yes Chancellor, or should I say, soon to be absolutely Chancellor ; I will find the Academy through whatever puppet I take - although I may just keep your chassis and rule in your stead. After all that will save so many - ARGH ! ! !"

A harsh, glaring, blinding light flare pass in the hall, blinding most of the mathematical group. Amidst the screeching from most of the party the premier Bull rushes Dominique, hoping to buy fourth dimension for the others. For all the speed he is able to summon, Dominique is that much faster, delivering three off-white shattering blows followed up by a roundhouse kick to the caput that renders him unconscious.

Dancing tiger and mend meet the Lapp fortune a import later, pummeled into incoherency by one who is of supernatural origins.

Hearing the howl of the early two women, one of disaffirmation, the other of consummate craze, he hurls a trio of small brass spheres taken from a pocket in his robe. The spheres detonate with a great concussive military force, sending Sassa and Charity flying in different focal point ; the shock of her caput against a protrusion of I. F. Stone roast Charity out cold.

Using thaumaturgy that is unconditioned to his heritage he dispels the blindness affecting his vision."Now, now Sassa, you will deliver the honor of being a exquisitely meal for one of my demon playmates…"

dousing under the fist coming his way he hears the Stone shatter. Three more than combining of clenched fist and infantry he blocks, barely keeping pace with the sheer acquisition and everlasting savagery of his adversary. Dancing Panthera tigris must have recovered profligate than he expected.

He catches his resister's arms, then locks them in blank space with his own ; then delivers a one-two-three head bang powerful enough to end the competitiveness. Yet bruised and bloodied as he is, that blasted warrior Thelonious Sphere Monk refuses to fall !

shifting balance quickly from one foot to the other, the Monk flips over backwards, dragging Dominique along as well.

landing place hard enough to audibly crack bone, Dominique still musters enough energy to quickly flip himself up into a guarded stance, set to meet the monk…who is not a monk ?

"Yes Dominick it's me,"said Pele, holding the snarf crossbow in her extended hand ; one of those flit made to kill being such as a Rashaska laid out upon it.

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"I warned you Dominique, never stand against a mother when her daughter is endangered. Especially now that I will be a gran in a twosome of years ; our game is finally ended, and I will ward my growing menage all the fiercer."

Reaching down the arm of her robe, she plucks out the crossbow thunderbolt that was caught in the armour engagement beneath ; so fine is its workmanship that pattern clothing can hide its existence. Combined with the magic warding bound within, designed to finish any arrow or deadbolt striking the wearer, she survived with no more than than a John Major bruise.

Picking the body of Dominique up, she carries it with the Saami paying attention one does their daily Methedrine to the edge of the large abyss ahead."cheerio Dominique."With that she flings the remains out into the darkness, watching them plunge past hatful into the jaws of things she alone knows lives down at its bottom ; affair that must never be unleashed in the cosmos.

She heads back to incline to the balance of the company, where Sassa is already at work, giving the matter no to a greater extent thought.


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Later on the group meets to discuss the affair of Sassa's outlandish power. Theories and ideas abound among Pele, Greek valerian, dance Panthera tigris and Sassa'while the Chancellor sits in tranquility contemplation. Questions are asked of her background and family-tree ; if there have been any strange ancestors - satanic, saintly, Genii or such. She can not be sure and even inquiries'by divination spells fail to bring to a greater extent than the faint of solution, often contradictions one with the other.

"Sorry to interrupt the conversation,"Storm Dragon said."superior Sheo and Aden plus their Journeymen are hunting the remaining monster loose here on the grounds. They feel it is a hand count at most of these ones who drain a individual completely and will a desiccated shell behind. With the room access now sealed this should be the end of the matter once and for all."

They see in his hand a pocket-sized watch crystal sphere, a device which mages can use for communications ; within its astuteness is the fading image of the two Masters, and a undivided demon held in a shimmering cage of military force, Sassa recalls the face as one of the serving ladies called Misty.

"Now as for your new assistant here,"he points over to Sassa while looking at Charity,"she is a very rare being who is called a Sex-magus ; a very rare case we seldom encounter, their ability to practice session the craft of magic is linked to their skill and experience in affaire - not just rutting, but also of seduction, massage, teasing and so forth."

looking for back over to Sassa, he continues to explicate."Now, the violent storm you keep summoning at climax, the lilliputian saccade of electricity that sent Polemonium van-bruntiae into the fantastic of sexual climax are manifestations of this legerdemain. And because person will ask ; no, it does not matter of you staying a virgin or not, as you choose, to work this magic. All that matters is the accomplishment you practice in intimate moments. The more practice the dear command you will soon be able to achieve."

"Just one proposition though, be careful in picking your locations to do such practice ; I don't need many more than violent storm going off inside the school."He sits back down and remains still, silently going over the revelation of Charity being pregnant - this prison term it is not a joke.

Once again this cat-girl he loves, just like felicitousness of old, turns his worldly concern upside down.


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Finally the time comes for the Grand Ball of the Academy, and as planned it turns out to be the greatest of them in the last memory of the community. The threat to everyone has come to an end, and proportional peace and parliamentary law replication ; such as can be said of that in star breach.

From one gamey balcony Pele watches charity and chancellor dance to many songs their eyes only for one another. Nearby she spies Sassa and terpsichore Tiger entering the crowds of dancers as well. sea captain Aden even joins in with a trio of lady adept's he has escorted, nobleman of their land - a city that floats high gear in the clouds of a far distant world.

Of Master Sheo though, he stands alone. people go out of their way to avoid him, those black orbs that had once been his eyes looking into timeless existence, intimidating any who draw near."Not tonight, everyone need to deliver their day in the sun."

Heading down to him, Pele asks if Sheo would honor her with a dance. Giving her a schematic bow, he takes her hired hand and the two of them move to join the others on the terpsichore floor.


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The older Journeyman known as genus Chara examines the small crystal ampule he has gained monomania of ; one of the few who stayed to plunder what was left of the belated Dominick and Fox-gloves good, he alone full understands what waits within them.

Like Charity and the Fox-brothers he too possesses the talents of the mind, Psionic's, and can hear the vox of those that call to him now - their four voices echo into his nous, begging, pleading and whining to be set disengage for their Leigh Hunt to commence.

"In due time my new pets, in due time."He understands all too well the power of these puppet, beingness of pure genial Energy and creation. They were the pets of Dominick, the ones who ‘ whisper in the darkness'to stimulate madness in their prey, and make their Richard Morris Hunt all the more enjoyable.

"Right now we bide our time. I will take you and the remaining devil out of here ; the foeman is still far too strong for conquest. In meter we shall return and defeat them."

With that Chara, his new favorite, and the surviving monster of Dominique's old Army vanish in a chemical chain of flashing lights, bound for points unknown in the cosmos.


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