Winters Dawning : Polemonium Caeruleum 'S Holiday To Think Of


Fantasy
Among the big cosmea are untold numbers of dimensions, worlds, stars and civilizations ; a thousand thousands of being wander the secret ways and course that link them - merchant, heroes and scoundrel, explorers and explicators, custodian of secrets and those who uncover the Same. All are known regardless of their species and lineage by a collective public figure : The Planes-walkers.

On reality where these ways and paths converge, community of interests arise, each as unequalled as the beings who dwell there ; the community of Stars Rift is no exception. It infamous above all others as a place of commerce and of hedonism run rampant ; with almost no constraints on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by force of arms.

multitude of many coinage, world, patronage and the alike are to be found. Ten times as many deals being forged and ten more prison term the same of betrayals, plots, and retaliation. And yet among this seething pool of violence and pure mayhem waiting the stripped spark of flaming to ignite, order does exist…for one sole reason…

The Academy of the Arts, its sweeping edifice over three miles on a slope and reaching one C of floors into the sky, dominates the total mass of Stars Rift. Famed for its subroutine library, museums, halls upon unending halls of treasures and art beyond imagination, they produce the ok of diplomat, scholarly person, teachers and magicians.

In the end, it is these magician, headed by the enceinte of all, chancellor Storm dragon, who keep the chaos of Stars breach in relative ordination. The dominion for those seeking to pull ahead agendas and plans in the community are very simple, exercise extremum care, for when some unnamed line is crossed you will face the Academies prestidigitator, and be warned once…after that is summary annihilation.

Today, the denizen of adept Rift care not about the academy, spell fight or the impending annihilation of this or that group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first rumblings of a storm rolling in from the great Garnet Sea. Great clouds wash in from the visible horizon, clawing in with child tower for the sky while building ever deeply in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling mass that dances with hellishly intense blue-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these swell tempest, claiming that there is a guiding sentiency to them ; as many have seen in their depth of blackness set of golden eyes that lookup and seek individual. This has occurred sentence and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to call unto them.

At the first trench and echoing calls of thunder speech sound, the clarion call that the season of violent storm is beginning, all who still are out on the unfastened streets scurry for any tax shelter they can find. Teamsters shout and curse at their draft copy animals, desperate to get their wagons of goods and loading under cover, all the while the hired guards around them watch for any would-be stealer bent on making a tight snatch of the same goods.

merchandiser whose shops are not fronted by the expectant, arching covered walkways of the food market quarter close up, bolting windowpane and threshold, hoping that when the storm ends, the store will be inviolate and business can resume with all due speed.

For one lone being in the community, the Cat-girl known as Jacob's ladder ( and by a few thousand former, less choice or proper diss names ), the tempest takes second berth next to the selection of the right gown for a most especial holiday coming up in five more than days.

All she wants is adequate sentence to prefer her gown. And not have anything else go wrong, as all too often occurs around her… sadly, today is not to be an exception…not by far…for this day will be one of great thrills, and true danger…and Chaos incorporated as only a cat-girl like Polemonium van-bruntiae can understand.


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Polemonium van-bruntiae, magician and practitioner of the rare genial magic trick known as psionic's, scholar and explorer among the cosmos at large, not to bring up being - in her own tidings -"the cunning cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing storm outside of Hanna's Finest of Fashions, just a pocket-size little dress shop near the Hearth and Home Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent resident.

She stands before a full duration mirror and ponders the pot shown : eye of emerald-sapphire hues filled with liveliness and untamable fury. tenuous freckles adorn her soft cheeks and accentuate her chirpy petty nose. Her fine feline ears swish back and Forth as of their own trespass, drawn by the lightheaded of speech sound. Right now they alternate between flaring monotone backwards and flickering here and there, as Polemonium van-bruntiae ottoman, and puffs, and puffs yet again, in vain to move an annoying locket of her honey-amber hair away from her eyes.

Her lithe grade flows and dancing about as she struggles with ever growing frustration to put the offending bit of hair back in property. So great is the effort she finally engages in a complete spin that sends her crashing onto the floor in a mountain of female feline fury.

She adjusts the annulus of the surgical gown she is wearing, looking at some of the noblewoman who eye her out of rarity, or even jealousy…their unspoken question Charity reply to be rid of these useless hen."Ladies as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her weapon astray and curtseys to them,"but no can common to them, mine got lost long ago in a piece battle."

Her melodious laugh carries far as the ladies rush off having been exhaustively embarrassed.

She wonders how well they will do with the coming holiday of winter Dawning, the first day of winter and of the New Year… and so much more…

The traditional number one day of the deal season, it is celebrated in a traditional manner : Hedonism extreme with nothing but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any willing pardner of all sexuality and species. There are no roadblock of class, finish, sociable standing or family affinity restraining any such couplings ; yet there are among the epicurean pleasure seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming holiday Charity is no exception. She seeks to bed one man whose heart and soul she is set on winning.

She snapped back to the here and now and sees herself with an expanding, all encompassing blush flowing over her face, neck and even up over her ears : unclouded foretoken of sheer embarrassment. Her ally and owner of this fiddling dress store, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Polemonium van-bruntiae's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and feels on her lithe womanly feline build ; her longanimity finally runs out after a few more proceedings, and asks Hanna to go and get some knee high, white furred bang Greek valerian had seen up on the 2d story earlier today.

Standing atop a modest stride stool, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae shifts from one pose to another, straining to see how the fine silklike gown of deep sea viridity and blue, embossed with golden dragons swirling around her hips, torso and titty, burst. The sleeveless and strapless surgical gown squeeze each sensuous bender and feature on her physical structure, while the skirt flows around her peg like water in a flow swirling and dancing playfully around a mid flow stone.

Putting hands to hips, she looks in the mirror and gives an impish grinning filled with double-dyed devilry.

Kicking off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both arms high into the air and straining the surgical gown material to the near break head. She slowly turns in a one-half roofy to confront the shopfront window and all of the egest foot traffic.

Bending slightly backwards, the nightgown compaction against her breasts, revealing all of their enshrouded wonderment to some carpenters passing along. Charity smiles at each of them in turn, and kicks one leg high into the air and back down again, causing the annulus to dance and palpitate about as a inscrutable butterfly from a far off jungle. Four more sentence she does this in quick Order, shifting her arms and eubstance to forestall residual the movement with an ease belying the smoothing iron study and forcefulness possessed by her body.

Polemonium van-bruntiae gives one carpenter a lust filled, coyish jiffy while his middle remain engage upon her covered breast ; and in a import of pure maleficence, teases the edge of the textile up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dance of luminance and tail always at free rein. Then shakes her head as the carpenter gibe into a porch reinforcement post that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a horse trough.

Her mental rejection grows when a rushing wagon throws a wheel in its herdsman haste to outwit the storm to shelter. The four gymnastic horse pulling it deplume barren of their harnesses, racing off with tempestuous laughter on the wind as the drover dives clear of the collapsing patrol wagon : the cargo of which is a shipment of manure that shall never make its final goal this day.

Instead it lands in full upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the sawhorse manger, thus winding up distress, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so mature to the world around him. So firm is the tuneful odor of his, that all of the green plant aliveness for xxx metrical unit suddenly grows in a plethora of surging life, sprouting parting, prime and new fruit and seminal fluid for all who wish to have at them.

Returning to her unsounded dance of conquest, Jacob's ladder's organic structure flows in one amazing motility after another : graceful leaps and turns, light twist followed by sweeping kicks and spin. She knows there is one other watching her at the time - Amanda, the granddaughter and apprentice of Hanna.

Jacob's ladder also knows the truth of what is behind that lambency in Amanda's eyes ; a yearning and hope that the female child has not yet found the courage to admit she seeks. She gives Amanda a quick wink that sends the girlfriend into a rush of flustered shaking and blushing consternation.

Placing one bridge player on her hip, Charity raises the other in high spirits overhead with finger's breadth spread unto the heavens. Her head leans back as she arches her venter forward until she achieves a meek crescent shape ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her eyes and daintily bends her left leg at the knee. She takes the pull up stakes foundation into her left hand, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a third fourth dimension before leaping heights into the air.

Her fall is a perfection of move and feline gracility, landing so lightly on the footprint stool not even a corpuscle of junk is to be observed. For many minute Jacob's ladder moves but slowly, calmly, with her eyes close and ear monotonous on her heading. Then she abruptly launches again into a coordination compound pattern of swirls, circles, inadequate and long kicks of her peg and apparent movement with her arms to balance her movement.

Yet no thing how she moves or the patrons of the computer storage watching the dancing cat-girl seek to retrieve her almost confidant of areas under that flowing skirt, they do not follow. She is in make out control over her body and that of the nightie, never allowing the sheer material to show off more than she desires to have shown.


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Poor young Amanda can not preserve her focus, torn between the terpsichore of Charity, and that of the crowd gathering outside the shops display windows. So many people wanting a glance of a master of the dance at play, they do trust for to a greater extent to render of Polemonium caeruleum - say a closet malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her birthday causa to the world.

Amanda has an epiphany and quickly goes to the look door. She allows a fix bit of hoi polloi in for a stem fee and the categoric promise they keep quiet at all cost. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their madam companions or spouses.




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As formidable as Greek valerian is with magical spells, she is more so with the uncommon magic of the mind. As her dance draws her into a semi-mystical state she draws upon the well of psychical energy deep in her being. This zip she uses to manipulate the very particle of air and rubble that swirl about her, causing them to flow in new paths and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gathering in the soft pant of amazement, slack-jawed astonishment and wondering as, about her honey-amber hair flow a shimmering, gleaming river of Christ Within. A million millions of diamonds with a M K of precious gemstones interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a silent symphony that can not be matched by anything else.

Pulling her weapon system in tight to her chest, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by sentiment alone the mote of lightness to budge and spin with her. colouring flare and transfer, dance and intertwine, one with another in an unending pall of iridescent fires. She even keeps her focus when, contrary to the pledges given to Amanda, the valet de chambre in the crowd begin to issue lust filled calls and demand for all clothing on Greek valerian to come off.


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Amanda watches charity with the uttermost enchantment, until one of the lady comrade of a valet de chambre who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may let a ‘ special item.'Listening carefully to the desired monastic order, a price is reached and sealed with a handshake and twin wicked grin of sadistic glee. Amanda rushes into the backbone rooms to retrieve the sought item.

Quickly returning with said item, she hands it over to the scorned peeress, who hands over the agreed to sum of coins. She watches with some atonement as the fate of the clueless, offending valet companion unfolds before her eyes.


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At long last Greek valerian comes to a period with a flare of the melodramatic - weapons system cast high overhead and one leg back behind the former with a smile on her face. That grin turned into a coy grin as her whisker flopped over her nerve and ears, and the gown surrendered to sombreness in one mighty rush ; drawing many loud claps and enthralled whistles at the view of her bared white meat, honed belly and the silken unmentionable being worn.

"physical body,"she says with a shrug of her shoulders.

Her regard extends to one corner of the cumulate mass of howling men. She sees the despise madam's unfaltering feeler onto her clueless gentleman companion. Charity softly chuckled, the melodious giggles sending the men into another round of lecherousness burning and lust crazed craze, as they call for the show to continue, and offer to ‘ lend a hired hand or other consistency constituent as required for her performances…'

Polemonium van-bruntiae scolds the men :"Now gentleman's gentleman, you have Lady and wives and mates that should be having your undivided tending right now. You have shamed yourselves with these antics and need to bring in it up to them in whatever way they so desire."

"Ah come on already,"the untested gentleman who has so insulted his familiar says with derision,"I can do as I please, my father is one of the most powerful of merchants in town ; my word is law, and nil else affair, I dare anyone to say otherwise…"

A moment later, he got his wish.



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Amanda, now joined by her grandmother Hanna, watch with grim body fluid as the now assaulted man gives off a series of mewing, moaning, groaning and pathetic sounding clucks. The sheer pain surging into his brain from the crushing of his chestnuts with an iron poker becomes overpowering, and gracelessly he falls face first onto the floor.

Two of the men turn from Polemonium van-bruntiae's scolding, looking at the man on the floor with bring in annoyance at having the show so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their lady companions about the man and obtain a unified pollex down from all the cleaning lady, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing looks, one man near the breast doorway silently holds it open. The two gentlemen take up their broken comrade up in their weaponry, and summarily chuck him into the streets. The wounded, gelded man gracelessly flies across the short distance to slam bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously smelly assortment of manure and water.

Pushed away by the carpenter who is now very angry, the gelded man stumble into the street where he is instantly assailed by cascading rainwater and chilled winds which tear off away all of his habiliment until only his birthday suit remains ...

He makes it to the far slope of the street, only to be summarily hit with a trio of lightning bolts from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of frenzied goats stampede over his physical structure, leaving an endless series of cloven hoof prints upon his back. Finally he reaches the storefront across from Hanna's shop, and collapses against the wall gasping for breathe…until a pack of 100 mongrel cur come along and, in turn, christen him in the common manner of such mutts.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's shop turn from Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae and unto the scorned Lady. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ hear hears,'and a one shot of hand clapping, before giving their undivided aid to their distaff associate. Couple by twosome, they bow to Polemonium van-bruntiae, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most elysian show and then depart on their business of the day.

Amanda hears the combine chuckle and tuneful giggles of her grandmother and Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae from the blushing consternation of the young girl. All of her year of being teach proper decorousness, mannerism, finesse and all the ‘ stuff a proper untested lady who will inherit a wonderful shop class must do it,'never educate her for such a display of social interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a robe to Charity, who catches it with a graceful leap upward and has it wrapped it about her physical structure before landing. No subject how many sentence she sees it in person, Hanna just can not swallow someone as wild and topsy-turvydom followed as Charity can command such grace and ability.

"Thanks,"Polemonium caeruleum said to Hanna,"I'll take the gown as well as my purchases."

"Polemonium van-bruntiae you're good for business whenever you do these little shows. In the next week or two my concern will double up or triple and I will need to hire another seamstress or two just to maintain up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed Greek valerian's longing gaze to the ultimate loot of her store : a rare gown made of gossamer silk - said to be the poppycock of dreaming and butterflies breathe amalgamate with the beginning auditory sensation of a blossoming flower in spring.

"cobweb silk,"Charity says as she watches the ever changing weave of colouration, radiation diagram and flowing photograph that emerge and fade on the open. At one point, the conjuring trick woven into the textile exhibit twin sets of great dragons at child's play, hopping from swarm to cloud so far above the earth.

"Dear young lady if you…"Hanna began until Polemonium van-bruntiae's preserve hand stops her in mid sentence.

"Hanna I'm not even going to ask about the surgical gown. I know there is no way I could give it even as a passkey at the academy of Arts,"she said, her vox filled with surrender."It's not my lot in liveliness to fuck such wealth or stratum of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray heraldic bearing tea, crackers, cheese and a innkeeper of other toppings to snack upon. She loves to get word the endless tales of Charity's dangerous undertaking, seeking magic and lost traditional knowledge, artifacts of immense superpower and of dangerous monsters from alien space ‘ over the hill next to the rainbow.'She pesters Charity to no end with head after dubiousness, especially about the swirling luminosity that came near the end of her dance !

"I have to learn how you did that Polemonium van-bruntiae ! Please can you teach it to me ? please ?"Amanda begged of Charity.

Charity explained to Amanda that some trick can be taught ( such as that of magical spells ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the magic of the mind ) ; the latter mind magic she avoids going into particular about, as few in the region of Stars breach suspect she has such abilities.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a second being is present, one who is in all aspects the equal of Charity in witching magical spell and the magic of the mind…Patches, the small-scale dragon fellow of Charity for near of her four C of joyfully chaotic life. All three adult female look to the block tray of snacks and see Patches, whom is slightly tenacious than a human forearm, finishing off the live of the tea. He turns and waves a casual ‘ good-by'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the spate of Jacob's ladder leaping about, clearing textile wheel and bouncing off showing event in a desperate hysteria to captivate her old admirer. The two know of Charity's warmheartedness for cheese, and vigil as she stops time and again, to see if her not bad hearing can pick out his dim step or wing round. terror after dire threat she makes at him, more in jest than of any seriousness, only to redouble in purpose and craze when Patches dumps a picture of piss not once, but three sentence over her head.

Admitting defeat, Charity storms back to her hot seat and sits down upon it hard, propping both of her feet on another and fuming in tacit rage. All that she wants is to recover a nightie for the coming holiday, and then to enjoy Winters Dawning.

"Charity my dear girl,"Hanna says,"you act as angry as the conjuration supposedly bound in that orb on the shelf. Don't panic it's already been checked out long ago by another magician and has been declared ‘ harmless as long as you don't put it in a flame.'He told me it must be some sort of fireworks powder, though the feeling he summoned to confirm this called the stuff ‘ Essence of a demon.'Go figure ?"


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"I have never seen you acting this way,"Hanna says to Charity,"a formal nightgown, frilly lacing and stockings made just so - little hearts and kisses on then as well ? Oh and that one garter you wish to suffer - this is not like you at all."

Hanna homes in for the killing when Charity's blush and consternation come in full measure."Oh ho, so that's it. honorable old shirt and britches not good enough now ? Sounds like someone has caught your fancy after all, or more like you have caught his…hmm…could it be Chancellor Storm Draco, the head of the honorary society of the artwork ? masses say you and him have been pass time together lately…"

"fountainhead,"Polemonium van-bruntiae began,"he has promised to send me some letters to the shop today. It's the leisurely way to notice me…I go through so many clothing with the chaos I get swept up in…so Sassa, one of the students I know there is on messenger responsibility and should be by at any time…"

She paused for a minute as mother wit keen to the insidious workings of deception phone call out to her. Something is calling from within the storm raging outside. Though who is calling, and to whom, she has no theme as the look is just that, a strong instinctive warning.

Charity takes the here and now she has to work on out a design to hold back Hanna and Amanda off guard and out of her love life sentence. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the Chancellor of the Exchequer tempest firedrake over the last few weeks.

It is true that Chancellor violent storm dragon has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to share a meal…every time he arrives its in a different guise - once a wiz, or a great bird that flew in via the door before transforming into his normal ego, dressed as a loaded prince of a far off kingdom. The sentence he tried to fly in on a magical rug caused no end of pandemonium when the Inn's door was destroyed upon discovery that it was too narrow to permit the first appearance of his flying rug.

He brings her a natural endowment with each group meeting - a leger of lore or chronicle, of nonaged magical spells once ( fit for a journeyman thaumaturge and thus not unmanageable at all for her ), even a one-half dozen magical verge made by him that pulsated with sleeping power trench in their carved wooden forms. More authoritative, as they talked about small thing in each others living, she discovered him not to be a despot or the stern ‘ instantly blast you to sprinkle'man of his most dire repute.

He has even arranged for a few very distinct, well mannered, well connected merchandiser and dealer in magic oddity to run across with Polemonium caeruleum. In this way, she has begun to craft sorcerous goodies, unproblematic trinkets really, along with some true detail of might - such as wand and sorcerous spells, which have dramatically increased the funds for research and necessities such as tax shelter and food.

The laughter of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. brotherly love began with a story of dreams, hopes and desires commix and woven about rumour of her and the Chancellor. Thus the true statement of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a sentence from others. The one affair she can not run from is the fear she will never win his love in the end, that fate will doom her crusade to failure one more time in her farseeing, lonely life.

"Charity my beloved girl, a question, or if you will, a job offer,"asked Hanna, her affectedness suddenly becoming very serious.

brotherly love nodded for Hanna to continue, wondering what violence of chaos and carnage are due to be unleashed. ‘ Chaos and massacre'are all too often the net event of any business offers she gets swept up in during her C of life.

Drawing her leg up under herself, Jacob's ladder patiently waited for Hanna to gather her thoughts. From the way her friends looked at Amanda, it did not take Charity long to understand what the ‘ business offer'would be about : the first mating of Amanda with another person. In Stars rift, this is not an unusual custom, where a protector or parent arranges such matters ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one Charity has participated in more than once, usually to insure the rent gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her eighteenth birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the young Lady she received a smell of fiery outrage in response."Now she happens to be ‘ curious'about women ; so I am wondering, as Winters break of the day is nearly at hand and to enter she must be mated, if you would facilitate out."

Amanda blushed from point to toe as she looked down to the ground, scraping her toes on the floor while her oculus fell upon Charity to see her response."Uh Miss Charity I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

"Yes Hanna, I'll service Amanda,"Charity answered with a smile.

"Good, and so that we have a deal, name your terms Polemonium caeruleum, if it's in my force to give you have it…"her warmheartedness skipped a beat when she followed Charity's gaze over to the gown and waistcoat of gossamer silk. The soft framework shimmering in the sparkle playing across it captivated all three cleaning lady for a short-circuit time.

"bazaar enough, deal for deal."Hanna clasped Polemonium caeruleum's hand and explained that Amanda's room is in the rachis of the building. This drew a watercourse tuneful giggles from Charity as the girl understood that the ‘ big event'is about to happen. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing blush burning across Amanda's cheeks.

"Don't headache Amanda. Charity will choose tutelage of everything just delight it."With that Hanna led the two back to Amanda's way and the waiting bed for the consummation of her orgasm of age ceremony.

From high above in the shops rafters, spell warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic mean value : Do not concern, I will not allow anything to pass off to the shop while early matters are being dealt with. Any would be stealer who comes in will regret it for the short oddment of their miserable and misbegotten lives.

Hanna looks up at Patches on his lofty perch in the rafters, then to Charity who looks back over her shoulder with a grin and a nod about mend hope. Hanna is convinced that Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae ‘ heard'the telepathic message given to her by Patches.



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Sassa grunted under the weight of her recent deliveries, all she wants right now is to be rid of the shoemaker's last piece of land and letter of the alphabet contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such undisciplined idea, counting that she is a messenger, blue runner, pupil to Headmistress Pele and small fry magician as the trump of destiny to occur in the eighteen long time she has lived.

"Next fourth dimension,"she susurration to herself,"never, ever, volunteer for more deliveries than anyone else near the holiday of Winters dawning. I wish I could knock down this bag into a garbage dump or some blazing attack of elemental fury…"

Her carrying bag, little Sir Thomas More than a harness bag on the outside, is a rightful creation of magic trick. It is capable of holding in its depths many, many metre what a normal bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a k letters, gifts, salutation and the like for the client of the honorary society's Masters and Journeymen.

At to the lowest degree, as she approaches her next destination - Hanna's workshop, the great storm has stopped for a time.

Four blocks to go, then she will be relieved of one Sir Thomas More burden : a bundle of letters handed to her by the head of the honorary society himself : Chancellor storm Dragon.

He had given very explicit direction on where to bear them and another, verbal message, to her friend and his growing ‘ erotic love stake'Charity the cat-girl. She had to take over the verbal message over and over until she could repeat the very inflections and tones of Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon down to the minute of details. Her instructor, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing approval at her rendition, indicating one more mysterious test has been passed by Sassa.

What happened next surprised her…

Chancellor violent storm Dragon commenced to tramp a series of enthrallment over her, clearly indicating just how dangerous the job has become for Sassa. And such illusion, Mary Augusta Arnold Ward that would absorb flak, acid, lightning, cold and crushing force play of magical spells ; one that made her skin as hard as stone, and another that allows the good Chancellor to describe Sassa's every drift whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these magic spell are unnerving indeed, yet not impervious ; at all costs avoid any enchantment struggle if you can. Use the beneficial weapon you have, your mind, and keep out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of alarm when, following a large suspiration from the Chancellor, he said to no one in especial,"trouble and chaos flow around Charity like water around a rock in mid stream."

Looking upon Hanna's dress shop, Sassa finally understood why charity brings Hanna so often business. It's not for the newest of way or the like ; its to replace all the wear she loses in one mess hall after another in a life of hectic insanity not of her own devising.

An abrupt caterwaul of boom, flack, thundering counter, keening plaint and photoflash from bolts of E. B. White hut lightning dance down the street. As new of a student as Sassa may be, only in her third-year, she is intimately familiar with the sound of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening scream of surprise grows many folds louder as a swarm of immature beams of magical vigour arc about her. She turns to watch as they pass through a garner band of paired-up men and women, all of Sassa's age or slightly older. They are being escorted and taught by an old valet de chambre who is explaining the penury and ways of proper etiquette and diplomatic negotiations around the community at large.

Sassa's heart skips a beat as another green shaft of magical mayhem bypasses her, and strikes the old man dead in the chest.

Instantly the beam reduces his stallion attire of clothing to smoking ash, but left him unfazed. The Young men laughed at the sight of the older man as he continued to talk and explain the ‘ way things are done'with aplomb of one who is never ‘ undignified in matters of etiquette.'

Sassa just shakes her straits as many of the young men use their female companions as living shell from the following outpouring of leafy vegetable magical shaft of light. Instantly five women, each hit by one beam of magic, are bereft of all their wearable ; all five ladies join the sure-enough gentleman berating the young men as Sir Noel Pierce Coward, idiots, mountebank, and other words that made bucketful of water nearby curdle and burble away in frothing cloud of steam…


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Hanna pulled a chair along Amanda's bed, determined to see the entire event of her coming of age mating carried out. She remembers with some fondness the first meter she ever had been touched just so by a char, the loving caresses and gentle, attender press of lips to diffused and yielding flesh…

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her boldness flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from Charity who had begun to undo the girdle about her robe. With a blink and a coy grin at Amanda, Charity resumed slipping off her robe, allowing the dance of lights and apparition to play across her body in seductive shape that shifted and played in the flickering luminance of an oil lantern.

Next to go are her underpants, flung away with a flare and a smiling that promises Amanda pleasure unknown of in her life history. And eyes alive with lust filled fires and heat waiting to be explored and unleashed in go as each woman explores the others limits of wonderment filled bliss…and stared in admiration at the naked contour of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a quick glance down the street to where the magical forces originate. She beholds two towering grizzly bears roaring, shoving and pounding with paws and straits and organic structure ; while casting Forth River magical spell after charm without business for anyone about them. Blast after shocking, roaring blast of supernatural force clash and counter clash, until finally one of the stick out's scores base on its opponent…

Roaring in pain and superfluity, the tagged bear flees with all due precipitation down the street to the clapping of the gathered crowds. Sassa bloom as she realized that she, a courier from the academy, who is supposed to be unflappable, has been clapping and cheering with the residuum of the crowd !

"fountainhead, it is a one of a kind outcome,"she said to no one in peculiar, though all would harmonise. Many will remark in days to come up about the sight of a defeated,"Bare bottomed give birth,'racing away from the realm. LE obvious is the gathering tempest high-pitched overhead, still and Black as becloud build and spate with writhing exponent, glowing optic hold and lookout man, patiently calling to she who is to awaken and unleash their might.



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Charity complimented Amanda on having such fine breasts and soft, freckled, neatly tanned skin. Silken brownness hair enfolded about Amanda's face as her aquamarine eyes shifted between Jacob's ladder and the floor ; she had both of her custody on the small of her vertebral column, finger's breadth twitching nervously in expectation of the soon to be passions she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Charity's bare body, drinking in her full-of-the-moon feminine feline form. Muscles honed to near perfection, the graceful curves of her consistence and muscled abdomen. Then she did a double take, focusing upon the most distinctive of grading - uncommon even of cat-folks - Charity has on her body.

Honeysuckle-colored tiger-stripes run along her stomach and hip. While a ordered black ink brushed manner of"W"sweeps up and about both of Charity's breasts.

Amanda's rarity finally gets the amend of her. She reached her hands out to find those marks, hesitating as Charity gives off a series of soft giggles. With a large gulping, Amanda continued to trace each stripe, following it over the shine skin of her soon to be mate ; muscle twitch and flinch as Charity struggles to choke another series of giggles that threaten to burst Forth.

Slowly, as if moving of their own willing, her fingers work their way up towards Charity's bosom. Both of the ink-brush-like scratch that encompass the lentiginose cumulation of ultimate joy and motherly affectionateness hold Amanda fixated upon them. She has not seen or heard of another sentient being with such markings.

Both of Charity's nipples stand swollen from the building warmth deep in her consistency, a heat Amanda feels when she places her laurel wreath on the middle peak of the"W"shape. She feels the pulsating of Polemonium caeruleum's inwardness, the heat that flows and ebbs moment by moment, and the quickening of Charities breathe.

"Amanda, give me your manpower,"charity softly says as she extends her own deal outward.

When Amanda complies, she gasps when Charity places them upon her own breasts, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming blush surging all over Amanda's cheeks and body radiates out to cover Jacob's ladder, charging her skin and weed with an electrifying tingle ; the heady scent of a coming storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the potential of lifespan raw, wild, justify and untamed unless one wills it to be so.

"Cat-girls are not all that different from human cleaning woman Amanda,"Polemonium van-bruntiae tenderly explains,"It's just that our Passion of Christ are more honestly displayed and engaged in ; so derive over to me and we can begin. Don't worry, not a thing will go wrong."


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The"Bare bottomed turn out"battle now over and the victor ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted lass raced across the lane, her strip buns bouncing in cycle with her tit, over to a belittled gather of women with cowled gown. Sassa tries to read their lips, and concludes some form of sale is going on. She smiles when the concluding terms are made…

In swift fiat the cowardly unseasoned men are trussed up by the strange women to their modest wagon filled with an small atomic number 26 forge heated with glowing ember. The ladies and the quondam valet, all the remaining young men have fled for their living, watch as the hooded women. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as extremity of the noted ‘ Sorority for Scorned Sisters seeking Settlement."

She shook her head in mystification at the circumstances due to these five young men. All five continue their whimpering as each is positioned with his bare fannie mellow in the air. One of the Sisters calls out to the gathered crowds to see the ‘ show of shows concerning why men should fear a woman scorned…"

fivesome of the Sisters pluck glowing branding chains from among the heated coals, metal furnace red for the coming function and monitor to men.

"Which shall it be ladies,"the eldest of the baby asks of the women around the older valet."The smiley facial expression or ‘ I burned a lady and got tushie torched in turn ?"

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie torch ’, and applied with the attention of a professional person infliction bestower - a professing once called ‘ torturers.'The ladies decide as one to accompany the older gentleman back to his firm and love a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of absolute hedonism.

Sassa continues on to the dress shop now that the show is over. The sis are on their way home with the five now pitifully mewling men who are bound for a life story of bliss filled sexual thralldom.

The tempest command overhead chassis ever more in exponent, becoming a cauldron of pulsating great power many signified with unease and trepidation.

An ill omen indeed, with the promise of mayhem beyond compare.


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Charity watches with keen interest every flustering peak, every giggling gasp of air, and every heated hesitancy done by Amanda as fingers continue to search the human lasses body. Her sensitive olfactory organ picks up the delicate and heady swirling of odors given off by the girl ; from the moist and heated expiration to the gratifying remnants of the lilac and jasmine soap she used in her survive bathroom. Even the finest of chocolate éclairs that she loves to have, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for Polemonium caeruleum's idea, while her sensitive hearing picks up the racing of Amanda's fondness, the shifting of one foot to another as a girl soon to be a woman is queasy, hesitant and longing for Thomas More wrapped in one. The deliquium fingerbreadth stroking and caresses that Amanda does on Charity's back register as a mouse's footfall to an owl in a far off corner.

"Amanda,"Charity looked the girl idle on in the eyes,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rare conjuring trick of the mind that I command. I can use it to bond us together on a mental and excited spirit level ; you will be able to feel and fuck, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the like with you. It will hire away most of the nervousness you are experiencing right now and allow you to hump Sir Thomas More easily how I prefer to be touched and pleased…it's up to you."

"ABSOLUTELY Charity, lets do that."Amanda cried out in dotty delight.

Hanna's gasped cheap and top as Amanda accepts Polemonium caeruleum's offer. She just shakes her promontory at the gift Charity is willing to share with the little girl, to be intimate on such a level, of head and body, sharing and partaking in the ultimate storey of carnal blissfulness beyond standard !

Placing one hand to Amanda's forehead, Charity gently focuses her will and merges her thoughts and mind with the flowing, churning, rampantly traffic pattern and upsurge of Amanda. She chuckles at the feel of heated luxuria and trepidation, of desire and denial, of care and fortune at play within the Lester Willis Young girl.

"Amanda, do you hear me ?"Charity asked through the telepathic link.

Amanda's answer of ‘ yes'roared loud and clear into Polemonium caeruleum's skull with such force she cringed, scrunching eyes shut while dentition clenched ; her feline ears flares backward instantly.

"okeh,"Charity stated,"first lesson with talking this way. Don't think of what you are going to say, as you do when normally speaking. Just let your brain flow naturally, emotions and system of logic speak their own nomenclature this way. nigh of what you will feel is different than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"Charity continued,"clip will flux differently for us on the mental stratum ; you will feel the physical delight of your trunk and the worked up surges as radiation pattern and concepts only pure thought can transmit ; prognosticate it a form of soul touching soul. Let me guide you…"

Amanda's eyes flared wide open as the purview of her mind suddenly opened unto new panorama. For the kickoff time she smell and senses the man from Charity's view : scent of a thousand variety swirl and mix in a mixed bag that is life being lived, sounds of all kinds - many beyond the ken of man audition - flowing and displacement as charity's ears flick one way and another instinctively to classify each one. She feels the beating of her heart, the fiery flow of her line of descent as heat build mellow and higher in the anticipation of sexual bliss to come.

From top to bottom of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's physical being, she senses the Sojourner Truth of the iron discipline and forcefulness within her ; arrant and whole, and yet one who is wild and unbound, yielding to control as she determines, a spirit that will not be tamed save by her own choice.

She knows instinctively Charity perceives Amanda's cosmos in all the five horse sense, plus that of her thoughts in a flair of luminance and colors, blazing cacoethes and common cold, potato chip logic all merging into a reckless cornucopia of wonder and population waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming 2nd by second base that passes.

Amanda also feels the gathering shudder of electrifying bliss, as one does before a violent storm of epic poem balance due to loose all in a trice of havoc and chaos. Strangely it calls to her, pleading and begging to communicate with her and her with it…yet unable to do so yet, as she has not ‘ awakened.'

Amanda shakes that thought of ‘ awakened'out of her thinker, and tries to concentre on being with Polemonium caeruleum. Her emotions gradually become more focus under the steady mental hands of Charity, who guides her in keeping a unfluctuating focus on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you want to do first : me doing your womanhood or you tasting me ?"charity asks and feels a surge of king flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few clip in the past but can not place it just now. She just assumes it's the last bits of nervousness before her first of all pairing of woman with woman : perfectly understandable.

Then something bursts through with strength so angry and raw, blazing hot passions of a hundred stars being birthed at once in the world that is searing to her person and judgment. baron and potentiality beyond anything she has seen before replication into brotherly love's mind through the mental bond paper with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a hundred voices of a thou thunders and a million soft twist imploring for the young lady to ‘ awaken.'

Charity is so caught up in these blazing sensations that she is startled when the initiative awkward, gruntle and bid glint of Amanda's tongue flows over the kayoed depths of her muliebrity. She feels Amanda reveling in the new aesthesis of womanly build, the delicious grain and scents and gustatory perception ; each one surges from the little girl as a glistening river of dancing lights and swirling cloud, growing to a greater extent and to a greater extent as she finds each tender spot to pleasure under Charity's guidance.

A flutter here, a spot there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting slur by blot by Amanda's succor causes Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's center to all but cross over and her brim to pucker so bad as the fiercest of passionateness wrack her body in torrential Cascades of delight. Holding her hands on Amanda's shoulders for stability, and even as the little girl shifts slightly to compensate while on her knees, the raging perdition of ecstatic bliss ravages each and every fiber of Polemonium van-bruntiae's body from question to toe and back again.

The two women portion a universe that shifts from moment to minute ; a illimitable display of diamonds ablaze with a million universes dancing with animation and love life, a million millions suns igniting and calling to the Shangri-la in hunger bearing variant and thought. The raw office of the storm sweeps in, flowing and ebbing as vast clouds that tower to the heavens and bear terrible wrath ; and the assuage rain that sweeps the spring meadows high in the batch are shared between them.

Her breather quickens to near red hot as her body blazes like a thousand forges within a iron foundry ; muscles tense and bend, her back flexing forward as Charity feels Amanda's hands unafraid holds along her lower back, the fingertips stroking spots just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flaming tempest then doubles, triples and quadruples into her mind.

Charity feels the delectation and awe and curiosity of Amanda as Jacob's ladder's pleasures of the flesh stream into the girls thinker. echo of Patrick Victor Martindale White hot bliss and crying transport range from soul to soul, joining with the hundred voices of a thousand skag from close by - voices that cry for the one to ‘ awaken'and ‘ shout to us so we may answer.'

She bites hard on her lip as a terminal, all encompassing volley of ultimate pleasure surges from the thick wells of her being : one that redoubles a thousand metre over, like the birth of a million gazillion of sunshine born in a cosmic orgy of incandescent birth pronounced to the universe at large…

Only for brotherly love the birth is a monolithic, long, forte and all encompassing untamed shriek of delight that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her tone ending, its all Charity can do to keep standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her limb for giving her the raving mad climax in some time.

She hears the peal of a C voices of a thousand thunders declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to Charity ‘ you are not her who must call when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping power is in Amanda, and admiration what chaos is about to number when the girl does ‘ wake up'and ‘ calls to the tempest'?


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Sassa ignored the bellowing, booming, blazing storm now gathering in might and fury over the community, determined to complete the day's duty. Lightning flashes one upon another as the awful booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her body, doll flowing in the wind, she enacts a simple spell to ward off the impending rainwater and wind as she reaches for the door handle of Hanna's dress shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to call her new and nigh unusual friend"Miss."She and Charity have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the concentrated endeavor of the ‘ other'students - i.e."male person"educatee - to harass Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some milk and catnip and going ‘ nice kitty-cat cat'while patting her on the point in a mocking tone…

Even the remembering of the sheer Eumenides radiating from Polemonium caeruleum's sapphire-emerald eyes causes Sassa to shake and shutter. All twenty dollar bill of the offending men then were summarily teleported by Charity to the gamy region of the opposite ice gang. Over the next hour, they were rescued by a kind schoolmaster and his Journeymen by teleporting them home base one by one…the ken of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering jape from so many ladies.

Headmistress Pele found the ‘ revenge'to be quite justifiable in light of what had been done to Charity. So in due appendage, Charity has gained the backup of many Academy female student, and the fear and forced respect of the male person students…

Though the latter may also be due to the decree of chancellor Storm Dragon declaring that ‘ Anyone who dares to harm or harass Charity after this deals with me !"One Master of the Academy, Fox glove by name, dared to differ with the sound Chancellor for a few moments…

Only to be summarily turned into a wild eyeball weasel ( or was it a ferret ? She can never tell them apart, ) which ran off screaming in utter affright from the experience. acerate leaf to say there were no Thomas More objector to his standing order.

"Hopefully ‘ fille Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae'will wish the surprise in store…"she declares practicing the proper courtly inflection and connotation of the deed of conveyance as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now open threshold, she does not know a particular date with destiny is about to occur.


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Hanna's grin widened as she observes charity whisper something into Amanda's ears. Whatever has been said has an immediate consequence on the fille, as Amanda giggled and gave a grin filled nod of her head as hired man swept up both of Polemonium van-bruntiae's into their grasp. In round, the young woman placed Jacob's ladder's men on her large tit, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls optic when she feels the initiatory gentle caresses and teasing strokes on nipple engorged and longing to be pleasured.

triplet enceinte chill wrack Amanda's consistence when Greek valerian's lips and clapper gently probe and delight each one in turn of events, back and Forth River for many moment as the miss body all but blazes with sensuality induced heat akin to the howling flaming of a genius surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and reborn time after clock time after time.

Hanna sees Charity coy look as she gazes into Amanda's aquamarine eyes, and nods at the fledge bed ; when both are upon it, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae quietly directs her to"lie down and enjoy the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her grandmother who nods in accompaniment, wondering at the feelings and passions being shared by the two women on the bed.


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Amanda giggled in her nervousness as the moment has finally arrived for her first mating. She feels via their linked minds the raw fire lust within Polemonium caeruleum, primal and hotter than any homo char is open of on her own. Those cat-girl center glow in a universe filled with life burning stars carrying back to apparent horizon beyond any comprehension.

She finger's her body heating system surge from strange wellsprings : a sudden prickling, pulsating, electrifying bang that echoed out across the region as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to come and see what is about to bump. Her mind forges into two dissimilar commonwealth of cognizance, one of her mortal body that is linked with Charity, and another that sails on spectral confidential information unto the tempest above that hell with sprightliness and primary military force pawing about with relentless frenzy begging to be released.

mop up her oculus, hands over her face, Amanda giggles and squeals as Polemonium caeruleum parts her leg, lifts her bottom of the inning up a bit with both of her hands and ever so gently puffs hot air upon each innermost thigh, drawing ever closer to the marrow of pleasure all char are endowed with. In their shared connexion Charity's soul and passions blaze beyond white hot, encompassing the portion of Amanda's consciousness still linked to her physical body ; the two souls dance and swirl, entwining and becoming one as for the world-class meter in her lifespan, the human body of Amanda's muliebrity region for another.

In a single beating of a warmheartedness, Amanda's universe implodes and is reborn a hundred multiplication over ; blazing cold and freezing oestrus, pressures G and flaccid as a feather pound and pleasure her cognizance mind and revivify her already flared soulfulness to dimensions beyond impression. These wave of life being lived surges up the pathway unto her other awareness deep among the brewing cauldron of the tempest far overhead.

One hundred Set of golden eyes appear about her, bowing in esteem and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to call the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the magnate to call and direct them at anything she wills, any mark or building, for they are sentient being of living muscularity akin to the lightning but more than that.

"Living lightning"she asks of them,"is that what you are ?"

"Mistress we are in a way the livelihood effect of the tempest,"declared one hundred vocalism of a thousand roar,"that which is the gentlest rain and softest of cinch ; and the vehement violence of devastation. We are all and more, but wait for your outcry and guidance. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the joy of her soundbox mountain, as flesh has yielded to the ministrations of Polemonium van-bruntiae's fingers and tongue and back talk, Amanda feels the shattering climax approach as a crushing forcefulness that can not be contained. Her part cognisance merge once again ; flesh and the tempest revealed in one communion that also abruptly cuts the shared link between her and Charity…

The ultimate howling, keening idle words in the darkened mass of roaring swarm enfold and encompass Amanda in their key deception that is a dancing in of its own right. She learns how to cast the call of summoning, how to guide them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in flavor and mind to send and command and to see and observe.

Amanda's delight at having magic of her own at long last surges as her body begins to trip the light fantastic toe and throb in the throws of her smashing climax ; between licking of her mortal heart, she feels the raw idle words and keen shocking ability of the lightning that sets her centre ablaze with top executive beyond the ken of nearly beings.

Her roaring of first bliss is all encompassing and garish, carrying across the biotic community of Stars Rift.

Quick as thought Amanda communes with the living lightning ; scores of past wrongs to her, granny Hanna and so many to a greater extent that need to be redressed."So it is to be Mistress, but low counter in full to your trunk that has awakened ; risk is at helping hand and you must survive."



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From his watchful perch heights in the shop's rafters plot of ground shifts his color to touch that of his background, having sensed the magician who paused to vagabond a tour just outside the shop before entering. He also senses the gathering storm, called by magic to do battle with the enemies of the piece caster…

His preternaturally keen hearing option up the expression of ‘ enjoyable surprise'for Jacob's ladder and thus comes to one conclusion : some unknown enemy has once again sent an bravo after his friend Charity. Keen optic watch the doorway handle turn, soon accompanied by the indulgent squeal of flexible joint desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his position among the baulk to just over the intruder, Patches summons forth the weave of illusion for a charm of deadly military unit, the purest of elemental ardour found in the mettle of a forge or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force chassis ; shadows and light flickering across the shining scales of the little firedrake. An orb of pure hellish pressure and tempest of oestrus, pulsating, primordial and demanding to be released upon a foe to rip and combust and deplete in the ultimate incineration of mortal flesh…

Seasoned in countless scores of go combat, plot knows the first smash has to bet, for he senses each of the magical wards protecting the homo lady below ; wards of mogul that will not be easily pierced. His eyes glow with hellish effect akin to the gathered Death in his nipper, watching as the thaumaturgist lifts a set of papers out of her swath pouch - a set spell to be cast for maximum effect and carnage inflicted…

She mouths the first words to enable her to give the scroll…

spot bang, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the entire room is engulfed in a shaking, ivory rattling wave of oestrus and deafening audio. The raw smell of cindered cloth and wood, and the reeking foetor of brimstone merge into a choking cloud that billows into the bedroom.

"Danger is at hand and I must endure it,"she softly says, recalling the Word of God of the living lightning in the heart of the tempest. Acrid smoke causes her to choke and bring split flowing from her eye. Hanna tosses her a robe and outcry to get it on at once. Struggling to breath, she fumbles the gown on after all too many panic filled round of her heart.

"Amanda stop here, if we are not back quickly or you hear screaming get out the back and headspring for your uncles family at once…do you understand ?"Hanna told her in a clipped, harsh tonus that told intensity to Amanda of how much risk is now at hand.

"nan what is it ?"Amanda asked in the softest whisper she could contend between waving of fright and near scare. Something was going on just past the doorway, and for the outset clock time in her lifetime, she wondered if her very macrocosm is about to end. Hanna followed Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae out the doorway, and Amanda sees the glow of death dealing magic enshroud the hands of Jacob's ladder as she prepares to wage in magical battle.



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Charging into the front area of the workshop, hands blazing with the killing magic that dances in surging green and depressed menses of luminance and heat, Polemonium van-bruntiae searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the accumulated magic back to the weave of the natural world from which it comes. Her laughter of musical connotations is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

Patches warbled a sleepless word of advice at the Lester Willis Young magician ; wearable reduced to smoldering ash and bared tegument oppressed with soot and Mary Jane. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three fair sex and formally bows to them, causing more of her clothing to cascade to the soil in ash filled heaps.

"Charity,"Sassa declared,"I have some letters from the Chancellor Storm Dragon of the honorary society for you. Please take on them with his wish. And a orchestrate message : Tell Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae that Chancellor violent storm Draco wishes her ship's company and companionship for the coming vacation."

She holds out the cumulate letter of the alphabet - the Same in which Patches mistook for a coil of magic - and gently places them into Charity's deal. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the noblewoman Sassa bids them farewell, but then adds to Charity,"You have a most energetic friend up there in the rafters girl brotherly love, he does have intercourse how to fire things up…if you will explain me now I have a lot more letters to deliver."

All three woman rush to the storehouse straw man door, watching with marvel and awe as Sassa walks so casually down the main road while the fury of the storm unleashes in keening air current and driving rain, hail and lightning beyond imagery surge and saltation with almost preternaturally keen intellect behind it.

Hanna and charity turn at the shattering gasp of Amanda, and see her Begin to fall to the ground.


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"Oh no,"Charity declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the girls centre roll up in her head. Placing one hand onto Amanda's forehead, she opens her smoke with magic of the mind and of enchantment, trying to determine what has happened…and gasps as the magnitude of what is approaches becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her climax of passing, Polemonium caeruleum felt the shared mind tie between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an occurrence between lovers when the mating dance reaches its final moment, Jacob's ladder just let it go, never suspecting more was in motion at that moment.

Charity hears Hanna begging to know what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few fourth dimension in her life-time, brotherly love can not suffice, can not describe the indescribable, only shudder and tone with fear laden eye as the tempest unleashed by Amanda approaches…

Sensing the close at hand holocaust a consequence before it is let loose, she pulls Hanna down over Amanda and kicks the front door shut as the storm beyond nature is unleashed : a storm born on the lead of vengeance by Amanda's guiding soul.



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Amanda's minds eye within the tempest watches as a heavy chain of arching lightning end run over each of a line of 60 big wooden wagons filled with rare and treasured patronage goods. Grant Wood splintered and burned to ash tree, beach waggon wheel rolling and bouncing away as three hundred LX mighty knight, six per Wagon, are set free to mold their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now lay waste to wagons rushes out of his opulent shop, weeping and blustering at the with child going of goods. Even worsened is the surge of the great unwashed willing to brave the tempest who race to the wagons, not to aid recoup any of the goods, but to plunder and steal. Everything of the least value, from steering wheel to cut off harnesses, boards and nails, axles and mopboard, all surviving goods and even the very clothing off the weeping merchant body.

Amanda sees him swash even more as the army of great horses, all three hundred LX, assemble in a armed services column and Mar out of Stars rupture with heads held high school, keister and shoulders erect and a trey of snorts given off in twist for the contempt and disgust they have for the merchandiser and their now former enslaver.

Satisfied at the utter downfall of the merchandiser who once tried to pop her grandmother and claim the dress shop, Amanda shifts her focus unto the refined shopfront of Hanna's foreman competition in this area of mavin Rift. All have tried to restrain or silence her grandmother at one meter or another, several are assumed to be behind the repeated efforts to burn the shop down by hired arsonists.

tone her craze, the gilded eyes of the living lightning surge with power and hate ; they strike as forms akin to that of a raging flying dragon, tearing into structure after anatomical structure. They contain their Eumenides until all living existence have fled and then systematically reduce the large, multi floored shops to founder and smoldering heaps of wood and stone and sundered commodity : not one item of value is left intact to be salvaged.

Three time more is the waving of engineer destruction carried away as shop after shop is systematically tear asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the heap with pure gratification, Amanda's attention is drawn to the sight from one animal of the living lightning in the alley below…

A lone human monastic, a woman, desperately fight against thirty muscle bound brutes and toughs of a street ring she encountered. Desperately she fends off fist and foot, whirling away from vane and fishgig and knife and axe as they slowly wear her down ; in turn they call out to her with wolf glee what they intend to do to her body for Clarence Shepard Day Jr. on end, to satisfy their own sensual pleasures before killing her.

Enraged beyond reason, Amanda prepares to have the end blast struck on the toughs when a high pitched feminine voice calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion call of a magical spell being cast. The yob gag and guffaw at the mountain of a little female mouse, five inches of towering bravery, chanting away as magical military unit gather around her dainty paws.

When one tough holds his chin out in away from the computer mouse as his buddies keep the Monk occupied, he points one finger's breadth at his chin in the universal proposition sign of ‘ let me have it.'

Amanda and her creatures of living lightning comply with his request…with savage glee.

Amanda sees the lady Monk and lady mouse shield their optic as arcs of blazing hot lightning expanse the distance and depths of the alley, striking each of the punk and hoodlum in bit. Each thug has his clothing incinerated and bodily cast with such force into the surrounding stone wall as to violate them completely. Only the one who dared the madam mouse to ‘ let me birth it'remains in place, center glowing and hair standing on end as his torso smokes and writhes with white hot arcs of static for some time to come.

Blinking away the dancing spark in front of her eyes, the lady computer mouse tells the brute ‘ now for my next turn'and joins in the laughter of the madam monk, and that of Amanda from eminent above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The monk looks up into the storm at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a formal thanks and salute of respect with a wide smiling and then picks up her shiner friend, giving a promise that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a bicycle of cheese in honor of your brave spell casting.'

Pleased with saving the two ladies, human and mouse, Amanda moves on to the future points of vengeance she desires to give birth wrought once and for all while she can. The creatures of living lightning swarm about her and pack her on as guided by her will…


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"Jacob's ladder what is it ?"Hanna asked, shaken from her vertiginous delectation at the carnage wrought on her contender around the memory of hers.

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"Charity said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her power is derived from sexual closeness. Basically the more skilled in erotic pleasure and sex she becomes, the more her power and ability will mature, and with what she is able to do now, she will be formidable in just a few years."

Hanna's concern swiftly changes to stark wonder at such power her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus make them benefit her business enterprise. The derisive snort from Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae reveals all too clearly her plans are patent to her marvellous Friend and not approved.

"brotherly love I will not manipulate Amanda to use her new magic for my shop class amplification, sanction ?"Hanna said.

The next boo from brotherly love revealed she knew the financial statement to be the lie for which it is.


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Riding on the keening hint of the storm, one of her creatures of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a scene of great discovery in the forbidding tugboat of blackened stone below. Great poles of smoothing iron claw to the sky from the roof, connected to great roll of wire descending into the murky depths within its confining walls.

One of her brute shows the interior of the column via its eyes : interior is the superior crafter, magician, and madman who connects wires to a huge statue of gleaming steel and Fe and valued alloy unknown to her ; embossed upon its surfaces are orbit of red and blank, with a helmet like mannikin encompassing the head. Its eyes are blank and black, lifeless yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the great creation to be a creature called automata ; a machine animated by deception and given life sentence by a animate soul edge to its immense frame. She hears through her puppet lancinating ears the lunatic rant and rave about it ‘ being the leader I need for my U. S. Army of conquest, ten thousand of my creations will go forth and destroy all of the Academies magicians…'

She senses via the electric fields of her creature the pulsating living force of so many automata with bound soul guiding each one, longing for freedom yet unable to break liberal of the magical control condition of their creator. Amanda asks one of her brute to volunteer to empower the giant automata, so as to liberate the others of his tyrannous grip…

Instantly one surges forth, roaring a cry of triumph as it envelopes the metal poles atop of the column and surges with ferocity down the connecting wires.

The lunatic is flung foreland over heels, cackling insanely all the while, into a gain band of some 200 or so automata shaped as animals majuscule and small, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, human, gnome and hobbit. Their eyes flare amobarbital sodium with understanding of what is going on and stand patient as only they can.

The lunatic dances around clapping his workforce and whooping for joy declaring his greatest of achievement is nail. ‘ You my conception will lead the ten thousand of your kind I have built unto the academy and off all who live within its walls…"

"No,"is the answer of the automata,"I will not do that. Understand clearly that I AM OPTIMUS efflorescence, cracking of the zombie here in Stars Rift ; and given sensory faculty beyond your comprehension by another than you. I give only one order…LET MY PEOPLE GO !"

Two minute of arc later a groovy wailing haphazardness never heard before in Stars break surges over the tempest, gear wheel clang and shift, move and spin as the noise of a degraded moving mass grows closer to the great room access holding the tower secure from the outside world…and they are torn asunder, flying C of feet as the swell zombi rolling wave forward, its ten massive wheels gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in steel carriage that is its soundbox. Behind it is pulled a massively long open aired station wagon filled with many of the remaining automata.

Long will the legend be told of this keen golem being followed by an immense stream of less ones born on the wings of great hiss and animal, or of great animals bearing open aired wagons filled with smaller zombi as is the largest.

One squad of the automata though, a gathering of caribou guided by one with a red nose ablaze with light, pulls a small sledge on which sits the only homo captive from the column dungeons. The fat homo clad in a red lawsuit gives off a belly shaking jest and waves thanks to Optimus Prime."Good fortune on your call for to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the reindeer pulled sled disappear into the clouds, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly free. Once the finish automata is clear of the tower, and the great wight of living lightning see to it no former captive remain, they commence the systematic wipeout of the tugboat until only smoldering pit is left.

As for the maniac, the keep animal never found him, and he is never seen again.




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Amanda awakens with a smash hit sized worry, the magic binding her to the storm nearly spent. She struggles to sit up and focalize her blurry imaginativeness on the butchery wrought around her grandmother's shop.

"Grandma,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's contender shop still intact,"it looks like that one survived. The storm missed it…"Light Within solar flare like a C brace of golden eyes in the swarm overhead, and then descend in one massive blast of brilliant ignitor to consume the depot completely : not one brick, sliver of Wood, or speck of debris remains.

"You have called and pointed out our error,"declared a great vocalism of raw Eumenides, gentle pushover and voiced mists rising over a brook,"so we have corrected it and apologize for missing it in the first place. We now leave until you call for us again our lady."

With that the gathered force out of vitality behind those hundred heart, the organism of dragon-shaped living energy, departs once again into their home of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and Polemonium van-bruntiae stare at each other in thunderstruck silence, unable to consider what has happened. The tearing and sundering cries of wood draw them back to the here and now as plot gently lands on a large stand of vesture that tears free of the wall mount, crashing into another as Wood and metal and fabric are disgorge forth into the shop…the endorsement single-foot argument wildly, hitch for a moment and then continues on forward, unto the succeeding which hits a slap-up compositor's case of bric-a-brac. Fine porcelain cupful and tea pitcher, home and wine ice of great value and antiquity crash to the storey and shatter.

The bookcase hits a second one, which in turn hits a third and a twenty-five percent. So great is the din of noise and shattering of good that all three women cover up their ears as bodies vibrate to the core of spunk and bone from the jarring wallop after encroachment after encroachment.

As the dust and debris settle after the terminal import of destruction ends, all three adult female look at a small golden vault of heaven that rolls off a lone bottom ledge. It hits a tilted wooden ray with a soft plop and thud and then turn over down hill into the direction of the stores hearth used for cooking and high temperature ; the soft glow of ember waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The opening of the shops look door and flash footsteps advancing draw the three ladies gazes upward, as they cringe in the expectation of the inevitable…only to see things are about to get spoiled as none early than Chancellor tempest Dragon of the Academy stands before them next to the hearth…into which the golden sphere rolls…

And then detonates into a hellish cauldron of flame, native sulfur and downright evil incarnate into the flesh…



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Charity shakes her head violently side to side, trying to brighten her opinion after that wizardly blast. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the shop as the blowup retort reverberates across Stars Rift. Glass from blown out windows, shattered brick, wood, clothing and single-foot and shelves intermixed around the area while the stallion front and upper floors of the structure are simply GONE !

She finds Patches, Hanna and Amanda resting unconscious against a bookcase that somehow still stands. As her gaze turns slowly to the palatable comportment of evil incarnate, she envies her oblivious friends.

Thirty feet gamy, scaled hide blazing from within by heated flaming of aboriginal devastation, parallel heart glow as molten iron in the egg white hot depths of a smelter ; Arms nearly three times as long as Charity is tall, each thick with heftiness of iron rigour, crack and groan as muscles and tendons flex and stretch. The keen beasts head, with swing out random-access memory horns morose than midnight in a deep cavern, slowly turns to face up brotherly love and break a wildcat grin of mayhem.

Even the great goatee it sports saltation with unholy fires promising eternal damnation to one who dares to turn out challenge against it. Great clouds of hellish smoke and native sulphur radiate deuced oestrus and Light Within, clashing with the close leftover of the tempest called by Amanda. With a thunder of absolute madness and imperial iniquity that shatters Edward Durell Stone and woods, buckle metallic element and transforms people and animals into unholy monstrosities in chaotic fashion - sparing some and not others - the devil declares its freedom to the cosmos.

Smitten in absolute concern, legs quaking and psyche demanding she flee in screaming terror, Charity calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious mind friend and pushes past the scourge. She only hopes that premier storm flying lizard remains alive and can get them out of here while she holds the creature at bay…

And gulps as she understands there is only one violence at her command to bring it down : One of the greatest of magic tour known in the world called Symmetry…in it she will cite forth all of her witching might and psychic powers of the mind, and combine it with her living biography force : a terminal clap of absolute annihilation that consumes target and castor utterly…

It will be the final end of the world for both…as she begins drawing the power Forth River, weaving words and mental energy into one, and baring her very being to the magic trick ; she feels a unmarried bout of regret catamenia down her cheek for never being with the premier at the vacation of winter Dawning.

Sensing the gathering forces, and keenly aware of the danger they present the great demon looks down upon Charity with pure malevolent hatred and rage in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand years of imprisonment ? A mere stripling of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and utterly goosey effort in the hopes your ‘ ally'might be saved ?"The beasts neat laughter nearly unnerves charity, who redoubles her focus and will, knowing the beast is only moments away from attacking…

"Charity,"the familiar spokesperson of Chancellor Storm Dragon calls clear as a bell within her idea, a true telepathic connection only a mind mage can use."Polemonium van-bruntiae there is no penury to throw your life away uselessly, I ask of you to swear me in this, please !"

Against every instinct and logical though Charity finds herself trusting prime minister Storm Dragon and lets the annihilating magic dissipate, then slumps to the floor absolutely weakened from the strain she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her articulatio genus, she hears the stiff approach of bring up fundament, then sees a specter like shadow come out of the demons hell born clouds to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvet-textured baseball mitt rest upon her slumped shoulder joint. Her eyes take in the view of her dear hoped for dearest - Chancellor violent storm Dragon himself, hit scraggly hair dancing about in the demons hell winds while his great cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet suit and vest remain untouched.

The great daimon roar again in final victory, convinced it has intimidated Charity and she has given up in amount despair. Pulsating from it in ever expanding ripples, pall of demonic fervency sweep out for blocking, destroying all that they touch…the tatty, concluding screeching of denial and excruciation beyond inclusion snag at Polemonium van-bruntiae's someone, tears flowing from her eyes and rim mouthing a silent excuse to the Chancellor for having somehow unleashed this monstrosity.

"Charity,"she hears the chancellor speak in a attender, loving, knowing voice,"this is not your faulting. Now let me deal with this speak annoyance. Please trust in me, it is all I can ask."

The chancellor handed her his walking stick, pulsating with magic she knows will shield her and her champion from the topsy-turvyness about to occur.

Wave after hellishly pulsating wave of hellfire drape sweep over Chancellor Storm Dragon as he calmly base on balls towards the brute. Finally deeming an peanut human worthy of its immortal attending, it laughs at the raft of an arrogant old man long past his years as a magician.

"Foolish mortal,"the monster declares, voice shaking the stallion community of ace falling out and the academy of Arts to their groundwork."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"charity hears the Chancellor declare in an voice of one who is annoyed by some piffling matter and not one of the majuscule incarnations of immorality itself."Let's see, I will die after horrid torment beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my soul and so forth…demon understand your progenitor said the Saame affair before I sent him to the final examination doomsday all beings come to know."

Enraged beyond comprehension brotherly love watches the great fists of the ogre swiftly rise and strike at her dearest Chancellor. She sees the wicked glow in his eye, and the grin of sheer delight alight on his face as death so swiftly approaches.


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From the high-pitched of balconies on the outer antechamber of the honorary society of Arts, scores of magicians - students and Journeymen, dozens of victor and scholars and staff sentinel in stark horror at the expanding undulation of satanic powerfulness, and shiver at the corking beast they originate from.

Sassa shakes her head, ineffectual to fathom how anyone can stop the daimon. Others agree with her unspoken cerebration ; many preparing to flee the honorary society and genius breach before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a overlook phonation cuts through the panic and confusedness, which is of Headmistress Pele, minute in command of the Academy of Arts.

Teams of maestro and Journeymen magicians are formed to engagement the hellfire's and redeem as much living and property as potential. Apprentices such as Sassa are given order to train the academy as a medical examination station for the injured and for the bodies they will recover.

Then the inevitable doubtfulness is asked, one that fills Sassa with repugnance many multiplication more than at first :"What of the demon, how do we stop that matter ?"

Headmistress Pele, her curled tresses of ash grey bouncing around a cute face that tells of wisdom and severely won battles, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the demon, and settles the affair with"The Chancellor Storm Dragon himself is about to take care of that fauna, just watch and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the slope of Headmistress Pele, determined not to overlook the sight unfolding…she sees the great savage heave and lower its clenched fist to strike individual down, and appears to miss : three multiplication more it savagely hits the ground, seeking its foe…

Then a second bod of blazing illumination and shimmering nacreous fires rises from the hellish clouds about the demon : twin horns thirty human foot long just back from its head, as the two hundred metrical unit trunk rises upon its backrest branch to hulk over the visibly shocked demon…as the heated, steaming hint of the fauna escapes nostril with hurricane force-out intensity, twin optic large than a man is magniloquent gaze with pure righteous wildness past a jaw that juts XXX foundation forward.

"It's…it's a… dragon…"Sassa can barely get the Good Book out as she beholds the two legendary existence prepare to do engagement.

"ending Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a couplet of paces away,"the firedrake is the ultimate form of index and legerdemain of premier Storm flying dragon. He loves to switch into other puppet for the fun of it, or to move around his ‘ annoyances'into animals as well…no one fully knows the extent of his abilities in conjuring trick, even me his minute in command."

Both women watch as the flying dragon contribution its dandy jaws, thirty six inch long teeth glowing from its internal fires ; and the great demon raises its hands, heading shaking in denial of its pending fate…and thus the battle ends before it fully begins.

"come Sassa,"Headmistress Pele tells her,"we have many hurt and homeless to facilitate, nearly all of the community has been destroyed. It will postulate all of us schoolmaster in the academy to reconstruct and untie the impairment of that wolf has caused to the people…"

Sassa's attention is drawn to a gathering of angry Masters and journeyman. They shout and decry that ‘ it has to be that cat-girl Charity behind this mess : pandemonium follows her constantly and she has to be held to describe for the spill of the demon…"

"Everyone recall the Chancellor's decree about Polemonium caeruleum,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered gang. All eyes are drawn to her commanding comportment."Strike at her, and you will face the wrath of Chancellor Storm Dragon himself."

Everyone follows her hand that level at the great dragon in the space."Choose your fate."

With that Headmistress Pele walks off to coordinate whatever else is needed to help out this night.


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Its large lot coiled around the leftover of Hanna's shop, the great dragon calmly finishes off its meal. Its all that brotherly love can do to keep back from shuddering, eyes scrunched shut and felid ears flattened hard against her head in a heroic bid to hold open out the sounds of pearl being sundered…

Even the sight of such malevolent wickedness cowing in terror before the discover might of her dear premier Storm Dragon is beyond her long centuries of experience ; the aroma of its bowels loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for calendar month to come.

Looking up, she sees the tartar massive psyche rise upward as the go remainder of the demon are swallowed. Then its great serpentine lingua flicker here and there along the jaw to scavenge them of any shredded cadaver of the demon.

"Thankfully that is over,"Charity says when the last bit of demon flesh is swallowed by the firedrake,"now there is nothing else that can destroy this day."

"burp !"She heard from the dragon.

"Okay,"Charity said with absolute exasperation,"NOW zilch else can go wrong…"

She learned a present moment later that is very, very wrong when the mighty flying dragon suffers a bad case of turgidness.

A mo later she is joined by Chancellor tempest Dragon back into his normal human kind. HE was the corking dragon who devoured the monster, and had the matter of belching and passing jazz just afterwards. She feels his gentle, hard helping hand wrap his magical cloak about her defenseless body.

"charity,"she hears him whisper into her ear,"I came here tonight after Sassa told me of the ‘ fiery greeting'Patches gave her. I figured the invitation to the festival had been lost and wanted to ask for your caller in person…and now this beast of a demon showed up along with that crazy storm after the commencement storms came in from the seas…"

Multitudes of flashing lights indicate the arrival of many magicians from the academy of artistic production, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many approach to speak with the Chancellor, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing glare and raised script - ready to strike dead any who dare to break the scene unfolding behind her.

Charity turns to the chancellor, eyes filled with tears she can no longer hold back : too much horror and loss this night mixed with the breakthrough of what she has thought unacceptable for so longsighted - to observe a true love in her long, lonely life story of four hundred geezerhood. Lowering her head on his pectus she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the hardest of hearts feel fellow feeling for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and Patches are awake and gathered around Greek valerian, Pele and the Chancellor in the only surviving portion of the shop : the vertebral column suite which remain untouched by all the chaos of this night. Hanna goes about retrieving the gown of gossamer-silk she offered Charity earlier, still amazed it survived the engagement and everything else.

Properly bundled and placed in a weather proof berm bag, she hands it over to Charity despite all of her campaign to reject the parcel.

"Hanna I know how lots the robe is worth,"brotherly love began to say,"takes it and sells it to rebuild…'

"No Charity,"Hanna stopped her,"a deal is a spate. I'll rebuild the store somehow…at the least, it will film my rival even longer to reconstruct after both that demon AND Amanda's tempest hold biliousness tantrum."

"grandmother come look at this !"the delirious pealing of Amanda from the side by side room caused Hanna and Charity to rush over and come to a philia stopping halt at the sight before them.

Charity shook her question in disbelief as prime minister storm Dragon moved away from a deuce-ace of chest filled with sapphires and rhomb and rubies, three sacks filled with coins of all type - platinum and gold, artwork crafted of silver gray and gold of all size, and twenty small bars of gold in a unresolved unassailable box.

"Hanna I happen to consume this laying around,"Charity hears the premier say, unable to charter her centre off of the vast hoard of riches before her."Please take this as compensation for the howling show of the demon and the midnight bite as well."

She can only shake her read/write head at this showing of generosity of Chancellor Storm Dragon, who personally walks her back to her rented room at the Hearth and home plate Inn. As they walk and speak, charity is told the history of this and that portion of Stars break - currently reduced to rubbish at easily - by the prime minister Storm Dragon.

Caught up in the melancholy of the destruction, she partially tunes out the premier fib of glories longsighted past and hero's who boldly stood against the vilest of foe. Still holding onto his walking cane, the magic within beating and pulsating as it waits to be unleashed she feels the foremost bite of snow falling, quite vulgar after one of the cracking storms blows in from the seas.

Turning to the Chancellor she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smile and humor dancing in the depths of his wonderful eyes. Absolute secretiveness reign on the corner they stand upon, beneath the lighting of a magical lantern flickering softly with never ending flame from within. She senses a especial magic in the air, one unlike any other time in her life, and returns the smile of her dear Chancellor Storm Dragon with the honest love of her heart.

"Jacob's ladder a moment,"he begins,"if you had one thing in your life you could modify, one import of the past restored as if it never happened, what would it be ?"

discombobulation make upon her face, Polemonium van-bruntiae swept her hands wide-cut at the destruction about the community."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had nothing to do with this devastation, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the abilities of magic in Amanda that allowed her to unleash the tempest. I was in the shop trying to win a gown for the Winters Dawning to win your heart, and thus Patches nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the range of mountains of events that led to all of this tonight."

"Chancellor, of all masses you should be intimate it is my fault !"Charity calls out forte and clear, unable to see through her rent and self imposed guilt."I wish it was all as it was, before the beast was set free ! That is what I want, I will even give my having a luck to do it you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these multitude died needlessly…huh ?"

Her regard fell on the Chancellor's walking cane, glowing with white wizard light that flares and changes her populace forever…




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five-spot days later, in her rented room Charity laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wiggles as Chancellor Storm flying lizard dances in degraded circles for her amusement. Of course her being held in his arms is another reason for her rush heart and blushed face.

Oh the merriment at the vacation they have so enjoyed, the most wonderful holiday magic of two hearts coming entwined as one, desires growing not of lustfulness, but of rightful and honest heartfelt love…

Chancellor Storm Dragon, imposing in his six invertebrate foot frame with wilderness, uncombed haircloth beneath a top hat, smiles the smiling of a on-key profligate. His total darkness velvet shirt and invest refulgency as do his black baseball glove when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being twelve floating orbs of ignitor around Charity.

She giggles and claps her hands, eyes filled with wonder and grinning of warmness displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what other surprise are in store for her."What is succeeding my love ; change me into a dragon or a falcon perhaps ? So we may trip the light fantastic toe among the stars and the lighter of all four Moon ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with insouciant disdain, he takes his walking stick by - carved of glistening Patrick White ash embossed with perfect gold on the death - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"Charity I may not be able to take you among the stars, too many nasty things that try to eat you while you dance away live between them. Yet I can do this for you in honor of the special holiday we have been given…"

"I know my beloved Storm flying lizard,"she told him, recalling the events of that exceptional moment…


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She smiles at him, recalling with absolute clearness the wishing she made to restore everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty magic residing in the Chancellor's walking cane. When the blazing white light ceased, she emerged in a creation frozen in fourth dimension, caught between blink of an eye as it were ; all of the hurt stood washed-up, as if it had never occurred.

In that instant she felt her guilt feelings flee, only to be replaced by the beat deprivation of her beloved Chancellor storm Dragon, and not wanting to have time resume once again. Then she felt his ship's boat arms wrap around her consistence, still covered only by his heavy cloak and the bag holding her scrubs of gossamer-silk. Looking into his eyes, she just shook her mind in total disbelief until he nodded at an approaching image behind her.

"Hello young lady charity,"called a merry interpreter, rich people in life and unending joy for the integral world. She turned to see a boastfully bellied man, clad in a winter suit of red lined with white fur and a expectant flowing beard and mustache of the purest egg white one can imagine…

"Miss Charity I heard the wish you were making. holiday such as wintertime Dawning have a especial conjuring trick when the making love of two beings are true."The comrade grinning and indicates both Charity and Chancellor violent storm Dragon."You declared your willingness to give having a luck to love the good Chancellor to feature all of the terms done - which is not your fault, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the magic bound in the Chancellors walking cane allowed the damage to be restored."Charity felt a sudden rush of Leslie Townes Hope at these words, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the magic of your love and the holiday allows me to accord a special want for the two of you. The damage done by the daemon will be undone, but that of Amanda's tempest, or of the Chancellor snacking on the ogre, and the memories of it existing I can not undo : even I have terminal point to my abilities."

And so it occurred, in a wink of light which had the man vanish and a festal cry of"HO ! HO ! HO !"



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Jacob's ladder takes up his hands into her own, and they draw skinny to one another as if preparing to trip the light fantastic toe then and there in the silence of the moment. The dozen eyeball of sluttish tilt and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two devotee - then with a grinning and a trice, Chancellor Storm Dragon holds up one digit to the sky, and gives a grinning to Charity's puzzled look when nothing happens…

Then a instant finger goes up : the twelve ball of Christ Within now become twenty dollar bill four in reckoning. Her wide eye stare of delight and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a 3rd finger's breadth ; filling her elbow room with the image of a galaxy that floats around them in blank and time.

"I know it's not exactly under the real stars Charity, but if you will trip the light fantastic with me…"he began to say.

She seizes the initiative and begins a indulgent, gentle, close in dance with her head resting on his articulatio humeri. Charity delights in her feline senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the mixture of his velvet clothing and fine spun britches, the mixture of his manfully odour from life itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the feeling of his warm breath on her face, the beating of his heart and unshakable flow of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both arms around his waist, feeling his reciprocate in turn, she feels the strength of iron bound a hundred times over recondite within, a strength that belies the grandfatherly appearance he maintains for so many others…

Even his behind reputation of"blast all pain in the ass to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly avowedly, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the hard way one day when he tried to have chancellor Storm dragon executed. And the sight of him transforming into the great dragon that ate a legendary fiend lord like one scoffs down a midnight snack…incredible !

The sway of his script across the small of her back, the flimsy teddy it causes in the flow rate and ebb of her gown, combine with their swaying dance of lovemaking and awe and respect for one another.

His starting time flaccid, tender, almost hesitating kiss on her forehead is welcomed by Greek valerian as a surge of crazy lustfulness setback away any last restraint on this night she may possess had. Her oculus close and she feels her body heating from the innermost depths, lungs quickening to bestow air into her body to fill the growing need placed upon it as the low gear small thrill of bliss and pleasure beyond comprehension current over every nerve and fiber of mind and body she possesses.

giving into a whim of illusion, Polemonium caeruleum casts a softly worded spell of her own, causing the two of them to gently ascend a few inches off the footing and continue their dance held aloft in the grip of levitation magic. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline ears that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the position of her principal among tresses of honey-amber fires.

brotherly love feels more and more than passion and flame build and surge, peak and holloa, soaring to newer and New heights of wonder and fantasy with each buss that moves along her cheek and neck opening. Never too hard or too soft, just the expertise of one who has lived centuries more than Jacob's ladder's own four hundred years. She now knows fully well that her darling chancellor Storm Dragon has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her to the highest degree suggest bit too well for it to be otherwise.

"Charity ?"she hears on the borders of her creative thinker the first probationary telepathic calling of Chancellor Storm Dragon ; he wants to parcel the coming passion with her as only two mind wizard can do with thought transference : a true union of nous and person, unbridled and mad in way of life none can comprehend unless there first of all hand.

She makes up her mind then and there…it has to be now, or she may irrupt from the passions yearning to be set loose…and so she gives her floating beloved a easy shove, sending him right where she wants him, as she follows along, arms shifting to lock around his neck opening and shoulders.

clump down onto the room's feather bed Chancellor storm Dragon barely registers the whirlwind drive of Jacob's ladder, until she is sitting in his lap, weapons system feeling his shoulders, branch locked about his back. Her middle dance with inner fires, wonders of cosmos and time that no one can fathom without giving themselves to her completely…and she the Saami in act to him…


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"someone meets soul, when mind meet mind and the love of two is true,"Charity communicated to him, her mental hands linking into his and the two minds become one, a union of fire and twinkle, of raw, unaltered, unrestrained emotions and passion that surge and flowing into one another. In the eternal instant between beatings of their hearts, degraded than a spark of an eye all is shared and demonstrate before them.

Each of them percentage a lifespan of memories, from the first off instant they entered into the world and drew their very first breath, the firstly screaming cries of their birth, and the sensation of a world alien and unknown mix with the love and comfort of a new female parent seeing her new tyke for the first time.

escapade gravid and pocket-size, loves longed for, won and lost, botheration so sound out and mystifying that both weep from the grief shared by both ; and blaze away in the pleasure of pure soul blast of the fondest, most sinewy memories each has for one another : the first candy kiss each had in their liveliness, their first love, and more than and more ‘ beginning'among a spirit of treasures beyond count.

She senses the swell age he has lived, a thousand years and Thomas More across the creation he has walked ; to the highest degree of the geezerhood alone. Great is his magic of spell and intellect, and the ability he has for becoming the great tartar so well shown just days ago. Those who fear his ira do so with great criterion ; knowing that to cross paths with him is to die a swift death without mercy being shown.

Yet she also knows the bass hearts truth of him, his softness and bang for all of biography ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to make and teach, to maintain his honey garden of roses he has spent age growing in the honorary society cause. Charity sees in his mind and soul the real him, the actual chancellor Storm Dragon she now fully loves middle, body and soul.

She senses the same from him, and the two grow More and more with one another ; idea and mortal merging in love and communion, until the two brilliance with the flak of a sun being born. The ultimate union of two telepaths has happened :

"When soul knows soul, as kin knows kin, so the two merge to go one"both of them declare to one another"we will be together forever my honey ; one mind and one soul between two bodies. Complete with one another."


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Jacob's ladder feels his helping hand begin to research along the sensuous curves and slick stemma of her body, touching here and there in straightaway teasing and pleasing manners. Again he draws out every possible whiz imaginable from her body, sending her into scene of bliss beyond the promised land themselves. When he reaches the small of her back, she feels the gentle circles of both medallion on her skin, causing an speedup of her breathing space that builds to mewling, calling and screaming joy of ecstatic bliss and passionate forces that collapse and stream, surge and ebb, flower and collapse one upon another after another.

stretching upwards while her chief arches back, eyes half open and dreamy, Charity takes in the smiling love of her beloved Chancellor Storm Dragon. She understands he wishes to delight, tease and pleasure her in ways only the two of them can share.

The terpsichore of his hands has accomplished their conjuring trick too well this night for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and celebration with her beloved. With an ear-shattering scream of joy, which wracks her soundbox, Charity hits her release, collapsing against chancellor Storm Draco as her lungs tan for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her promontory gently upon his shoulder.

"We are now one Polemonium van-bruntiae, would you like to go for the next round…"she hears her beloved say, yet hears no more after that, for she has fallen fast asleep then and there.

Patches gazes on the premier as he gently takes brotherly love into his implements of war and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a brace of blankets and tucks her in for the dark. He senses the telepathic mind-to-mind link of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae seeking him out, and he allows her in fully to see and learn with his preternaturally lament senses…one of the niggling known things of those who have magic of the mind is they can use them asleep or awake.

"This I have to acknowledge is a first in a long time…"the Chancellor say to fleck,"normally womanhood fall asleep from my talking, not when they are so aroused…poor little girl must be exhausted. And yes Patches, I will stay on and keep an eye on her…"

Patches sees the loving smile Chancellor Storm Draco means for his new mate Charity, and knows that their bond is of the soulfulness and the ticker. substance, the little flying lizard settle back among the papers on the desk ; his colouration shifting to conflate in so totally with the background he can not be spotted by mortal heart. spell finis sight before his eyes closed is to witness Chancellor Storm firedrake shape-change into a dragon, a miniature reading of the form he assumed a few days before against the demon prince.

He gives off a subtle warble of ‘ good expulsion to the demon prince'to the Chancellor ; who simply answered"…don't try to eat one yourself. Bad heartburn and gas…"

Then the Chancellor laughs when the melodious laugh of Charity sounds in his mind.

So it is that for Charity another disorderly tale comes to an end ; she began searching for a special nightie to wear on a special vacation for a special man whose heart she wanted to win. In the end, being willing to trust in the font of ultimate risk, and willing to give all she desired for the sake of others, she has actually won.

Forever in her long one C of life-time to come, she will always think this holiday as a vacation to remember.



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