Alpha World

Book Two:

Forming the

Company

Daniel Schinhofen

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons,

places, or events is coincidental.

© Copyright 2017 by Daniel Schinhofen

All rights reserved.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Author’s Note

Chapter One

“Greetings, master,” Stacia said, licking her lips nervously as if afraid he might reject her now.

Alburet blinked at her as he took in the transformation from human to succubus. His mouth opened and closed a few times as he tried to make sense of Stacia suddenly appearing as a demon that he summoned. He was vaguely aware of Stewart yelling as he finally pulled his eyes from Stacia. He looked over at Stewart. Lilith stood there, looking much like her daughter with hooves, wings and tail stopping Stewart from advancing.

“What did you do to my Goddaughter!?” Stewart snarled, his eyes blazing. Literally blazing, as sparks of flame leapt from his eyes. “I’ll kill you for this!”

“Enough, Stewart!” Lilith snapped at him as he drew breath to continue his shouting. When the words left her mouth Stewart’s eyes glazed over and his face went slack. “Good. Now listen to me very carefully. Stacia wanted this to happen. She asked for my help and I gave her my approval. I helped her complete the ceremony to transcend her mortal limits and embrace her demonic nature. Finalization was contingent on Alburet summoning her. This has been done and nothing can change her back now, or would you rather he cast her off and leave her as a masterless succubus?” When she was done, she snapped her fingers before his eyes and Stewart seemed to come back to his senses.

The fire had gone out in his eyes when Lilith dazed him with her magic. He glared at Alburet still but stopped trying to force his way past Lilith, “Did you know as well, Alburet?” The contempt was thick in his voice as he sneered at Alburet. “Did you convince her that this was the path for her?”

Alburet glanced at Stacia, who stood there still uncertain, her eyes wide with fear as she looked from him to Stewart and back. Taking a deep breath, he turned back to Stewart, “I did not know. I was not informed that she was even a half blood, not that her bloodline matters to me. Some things that were tickling the back of my mind now make sense, like the daze I seemingly fell into when she bathed me. Frankly, right now I don’t know if I should be happy or pissed off at this whole situation. I have taken a liking to Stacia, that much is true. I also feel as if I might have been played for a fool.”

He turned back to Stacia who was looking down dejectedly, her wings and tail slumping. “Stacia, the three pillars of any relationship are trust, honesty and communication. You failed to trust me enough to communicate to me your intentions which hurts the relationship we’ve started. I am very unhappy at the moment. What do you have to say about it?” His words were not scolding, nor were they warm. He spoke in an even tone that gave no hint as to his feelings.

Stacia trembled as tears fell from her eyes. She slumped to her knees crying softly, “I’m sorry, master. I was afraid to tell ya, afraid ya would reject me. Half-blood Infernals are despised and looked down upon. I was afraid ya would cast me from ya side iffin ya knew. When ya agreed to let me call ya master, me heart near burst with joy. It also formed the first strand of a bond with ya. When I felt the bond begin to form I went to Ma’ and asked for her help. When we went shoppin’ the other day she also helped me prepare for this day. I’ve been so afraid since, afraid ya would grow bored of me, but then ya invited me to go huntin’ with ya. Ya stood up to Da’, Stewart and Unca Grim for me to go and me heart surged again. I belong to ya now, master. Ya have the option to reject me though, to cut me off and send me away as a masterless succubus. Iffin tha’ be ya will then I will go, but please I beg ya not to send me away.” She was sobbing deeply by the time she finished. She bent forward, touching her head to the floor before him.

Feeling his protective nature stir, he looked down on the vibrant woman he had come to hold feelings for and felt ashamed. Was all of this his fault, had he led her on and brought her to this point? He knelt down on one knee next to her and gently reached out to stroke her hair. “Stacia, why? Why me?”

She lifted her head to meet his eyes as tears fell from hers. Sniffling, she replied. “Truly master, I don't know what drew me to ya at first. The first time we spoke I felt somethin’ stir in my heart. The second time, when ya were generous, I felt it grow stronger. When ya made me promise to behave I felt a part of me sing in joy. When ya took me for the first time I felt my heart open as it never has before. When ya claimed me roughly and made me understand ya were in charge I felt part of me soul go to ya. When I asked to call ya master and ya accepted me heart bloomed like a flower in spring and the bond grew stronger. When ya fought to keep me by ya side even against me Da’s wishes it was all but done. When ya reached this level, I felt the last part of the bond form and I shivered in anticipation of ya seeing me in this form. All I ask is ya let me stay where I feel I belong, by ya side always there to assist ya, master.”

Alburet didn’t know what to say to her heartfelt plea. He did feel himself melt at the idea that she cared so much for him that she was forsaking her humanity to always be with him. Lilith spoke softly from behind him, “Alburet, as a two-souled you might not know or understand what I am about to say, but please listen. Half-bloods cannot become bound to a Summoner, it is not possible. So when Stacia came to me and said this is what she wanted, we talked about how impossible it was. She still persisted and so I walked her though the ritual succubi undertake to ready themselves to be bound. Imagine my surprise then when Stacia came bolting to me a little while ago, telling me how she felt the bond form when you gained your sixteenth level. I hurried here to make sure I was on hand to witness it for myself. What the two of you have done here will go down in Infernal legend.”

“Promise me Stacia, promise me that you will not hide anything from me again. Promise me that you will always speak your mind, never lie to me and that you will always trust me. If you promise me those three things I will accept you,” Alburet said, his eyes still locked with hers.

Stacia’s face was a sight to behold as it transformed while he spoke, the hope and joy that radiated from her was almost blinding. “I promise ya master, I promise to always speak up, to never tell a falsehood and to always trust ya.”

When she finished Alburet leaned forward and gathered her to his chest, stroking her hair. “Then I accept you Stacia Crowley, as my succubus. I will always treasure and protect you for as long as my time here lasts.”

A happy sob was his only answer as she clung to him, this time crying tears of joy as they both felt a pulse of energy wash over them. Alburet slowly brought them both to their feet, turning with her clutching him until he faced Stewart. “I will accept any punishment you think is required, except for relinquishing her.”

Stewart, who had watched the scene unfold before him, shook his head, “No, it is not my place. Besides, I can clearly see this is her desire. However, you will have someone to answer to.” Stewart's eyes went from Alburet to the passage that led into the hall.

Alistern came running out of the tunnel, his face twisted in fury, “ALBURET!!

Alburet went to put Stacia behind him, only to find himself behind her as she traded places with him. She threw out her arms and stretched her wings to their widest as she faced her enraged father. “Da’, stop it!”

Alistern faltered at the sight of his daughter, his steps slowing and his rage fading away as he gazed at her. “Stacia? What happened to you? How? Why?” His voice faltered as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing.

“Da’, this is what I wanted so please calm yaself. I always wanted to be like Ma’ and me wish has been granted, due to the bond me and Alburet share. Iffin ya try to harm him I will stand in ya way, I will nay allow ya to hurt me beloved master,” Stacia spoke evenly but forcefully, her eyes glowing slightly. “As for how it even be possible, none of us know, but it has happened. Will ya try to take me happiness from me?”

Alistern’s face twisted as emotions warred within him. Eventually he turned to Lilith, who had shifted back to human guise. “Lilith, what has happened here? How is this possible?”

Lilith crossed to her confused husband and wrapped him gently in a hug, “Maybe the Dark Lord has blessed our daughter. I know of nowhere in Infernal history that this has ever happened.”

Bettzle, who had been standing there the whole time in shock, cleared his throat slightly, “It never has. Nowhere in the IRS records does an incident like this appear. I am going to have to report this to my boss.” He vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving everyone staring at the now empty spot he’d occupied.

Alburet gently ran a hand down Stacia’s spine, causing her to shiver and her wings to contract. Stepping around her, he faced Alistern. “Sir, I had no idea this was going to happen. I was shocked when Stacia appeared to me like this, but I have accepted her. I will not allow anyone to cause her harm, not even her own family. I ask that you give her what she wishes, which is your blessing.”

Face tightening, Alistern eyed Alburet for a long silent minute before closing his eyes with a sigh. “It seems me girl has made up her mind. Even though it pains me I will not stand in her way. Be warned though Alburet, iffin ya hurt her, I will pay ya back three-fold.”

“If I knowingly and willingly cause her distress that she doesn’t want I will accept your wrath, but only under those conditions, Alistern. I do have a question, though. Does the city have a ward or something that tells them if a demon is summoned inside the walls?”

“Nay,” Alistern replied quickly. “However, iffin anyone sees a demon they be rewarded for reporting it, so Stacia can’t go in that form anywhere that she might be seen inside the walls.”

Nodding, Alburet held out his arm to Stacia, “Come with me, Kitten. We are to have dinner and a bath before we retire for the evening.”

Stacia moved to take his arm, suddenly surrounded by a puff of smoke which cleared to show her in her human form, dressed in her maid attire. “As master wishes, so shall it be.”

As they walked to the teleportation rune, Alburet caught murmurs of conversation striking up behind them. Alburet paused in the graveyard outside the inn, spinning Stacia around to pull her into an embrace. He breathed in her scent as the cool night air washed over them. He was still shaken by what had occurred below. “Am I going insane?” he murmured into her hair as he held her.

“Iffin ya be doin’ so master, then please hold me closer so we do nay lose our joint insanity,” Stacia whispered back to him, her fingers tightening on his back as she spoke.

“I never thought I would really be in a relationship,” Alburet replied softly. “Much less after I committed my crime in the other world. Even less so when I agreed to be here as much as I am, yet now here I stand with a woman who has pledged her very soul to me.”

“I will never be as happy as I am right now with ya, regardless of how long I will live. As I seem to have transitioned to full blood, it means I will go on long after ya are gone and I fear that day, may it be many years away. Do ya promise to stay with me as much as ya can, master?”

Alburet kissed the top of her head, “Yes, my darling Kitten, as much as I can. Now let’s go see about dinner and a bath. I do hope you didn’t neglect those tasks before I summoned you to my side.”

Stacia shivered against him, “I didn’t have time to ready the bathin’ room before ya snatched me away to ya arms, master. Be ya goin’ to punish me for tha’?” Her voice was breathless as she spoke the last few words, the heat and desire behind them plain.

“Oh, I think I will have to punish you at least some tonight, Stacia,” Alburet replied, his voice going deeper. “A good, hard spanking at the very least.” He felt her squirm in his arms as her breathing became a touch quicker.

“Yes master, use me as ya desire,” she said as she felt her body start to respond to the images that flashed through her mind.

“But first, dinner and a bath. Come along, Kitten,” he smiled as he took her arm to lead her into the inn.

Later that night, with Stacia in her new form with her head resting on his chest, Alburet smiled. She hadn’t lost any energy, that was for certain. If anything, her desire for the rougher sexual activities had increased. He was gently stroking her hair as his mind wandered back over him exploring her wings, lower legs and tail. A small shake of his head cleared his mind but he felt at peace and happy, a happiness he wondered if he really deserved.

“Thank ya for making me the happiest person on this world, master,” Stacia murmured into his chest.

Just as he was about to reply a system notification came up in big block letters before his eyes.

THE SERVER WILL BE GOING OFFLINE IN THIRTY MINUTES.

DOWNTIME IS EXPECTED TO LAST APPROXIMATLY TWENTY-FOUR HOURS WHILE WE IMPLEMENT EMERGENCY FIXES.

ALL PLAYERS WILL BE CREDITED WITH ONE DAY OF GAME TIME.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING.

A timer began counting down from thirty minutes in the upper right corner of Alburet’s vision. Alburet sighed as he read the message. It had only been a week and Mindblown was pulling the server for a day. His eyes caught Stacia’s, who was looking up at him with questioning eyes. “Sorry, Kitten. It looks like I am being recalled to the other world for a day. I should be back right after that though, so don’t worry,” he said softly, kissing the top of her head.

“Oh,” Stacia said quietly, her eyes locked on his. “Ya do promise to come back to me though, right? Ya not runnin’ away?”

Alburet leaned down to kiss her gently, “I’ll be back. The other world and this are connected by a portal or bridge that lets our souls cross over. Every once in a while, the portal is closed to repair it, or upgrade it. As soon as it opens back up I shall be back here and we shall go hunting again, to test out your new-found strength and powers.”

“As master wishes,” Stacia said, lowering her head back to his chest. “I will always trust master to do what he believes is best.”

“I’ll vanish in just under half an hour, Stacia,” Alburet replied to her, “until then I shall hold you close to keep your beauty fresh in my mind while I am gone.”

“Ya really like me in this form, master?”

“No matter what form you take, Stacia, it is your soul that is bound to me. I have found love with you. But yes, both of your physical forms turn me on something fierce.”

A small giggle escaped her lips, “Thank ya, master.” Time ticked away in silence after that with him just holding her close, his hands gently stroking her body as the clock ticked down. Thirty minutes later he vanished and Stacia let out a small cry as he did. “Please hurry back,” she whispered to the empty room, her words unsteady as she still feared he might abandon her.

Chapter Two

Seamus found himself in the room where he’d spent time with Victoria before entering Alpha World. As he turned around he saw Victoria seated behind the desk, waving him over to the chair across from her. “Greetings, Seamus. I hope you have been enjoying yourself,” her warm voice carried a hint of amusement.

“Hello, Vicky. It has been interesting so far, that’s certain. I’ve had some fun times, but I want to register a complaint about the full pain threshold. I’m sure the waivers I’ve signed negates a whole lot, but having bolts of flame hit you or swords cutting into you is not fun in the least. Tell me that it can be arranged for the pain threshold to come down to even half?” Seamus finished his mini rant as he took the seat across from her.

Victoria let a ghost of a smile touch her lips, “Only the slider was set to maximum, Seamus. You’ve been stabbed before. Did the pain really feel that bad in the game?”

“Very, very close, Vicky. It was great when a heal would land though, the pain just faded away. I’m curious as to why we are talking, as well as what the patch is all about.”

“Well, since the game is down for the day I thought we could chat. It gives me a chance to gauge your mental state after a full week of immersion as well as get feedback from you. As for why we pulled the game for an emergency patch after a week, would you like to see the patch notes?” Vicky was suddenly holding a couple of sheets of paper.

“Yes, if that’s okay. I was also meaning to ask what am I allowed to tell people in game about me and my situation? That goes for players and the non-players as well. What are you guys calling the NPCs internally, by the way?”

“Those are some very good questions Seamus. Would you like to review the patch notes first or chat? Both have information you might want to focus on.” Victoria leaned forward, gently fanning herself with the patch notes while wearing a small smile.

“The patch notes can wait a few moments, then,” Seamus replied. “I’ve been putting people off who’re asking about me. I would like to be able to answer them.”

The papers she held vanished as she sat back, “Well then, to answer your last question first, internally we have been calling them NPCs. But if one of the workers goes in game we call them people, as all players are two-souled. As for what you can tell others, we don’t want your name or story out in public, at least not yet, so please don’t divulge that. As for how you are able to keep playing for such long periods, you can tell them you’re testing a new system that should be making the news soon. The government has given us the go ahead for a small trial run of month-long immersion systems, so we will be going public with that in the next week or so.”

“I wouldn’t think many people will be able to manage a whole month off at a go,” Seamus mused, as he considered who had that kind of time.

“We already have hundreds of people who will be invited to the initial test run. They have previously expressed an interested in longer periods of immersion. You’ve already grouped with one of them on multiple occasions,” Vicky let her smile grow.

“Karen or Fluffball then would be my guess,” Seamus replied quickly as he considered the two women. “Fluffball would be my final answer.”

“Very well done, Seamus. The person who is Fluffball was indeed the one I was speaking of. She has done some work for us in the past as a free agent. It is well known that she can easily take a month off to do something she loves to do, such as play games.”

“What kind of artwork has she done for Mindblown?”

“She designed a few of our more interesting set pieces that you won’t encounter until much later in the game. Her take on the Dark Lord’s castle, for instance, was head and shoulders above what we got from anyone else. The one other thing that was implemented in Alpha World was a quaint little café in Stormguard.” Victoria watched his eyes narrow for a moment before she continued. “Yes, that café was indeed her work. Did you like it?”

A bemused chuckle escaped Seamus, “It was fun, actually. It also seemed to do a fairly okay business with the people of the city.”

“It does well enough to get by. We do expect it to get more attention once other two-souled find it. The person behind Fluffball is such an interesting person that I look forward to how she handles a full month in game.”

“I hope it helps her break out of her mold a little. She seems like she wants to be more extroverted, but keeps failing to take the next few steps.”

“That is true, but do not most people have things in the past they would rather not deal with?” Victoria’s eyes seemed to bore into him as she asked the question.

A small shiver ran through Seamus at her words, “Human nature, isn’t it?”

Her voice was filled with sadness, “Yes it is, sadly. I have even seen people create entire false memories to avoid a horrible truth that they didn’t want to deal with.”

“Well, I hope Fluff is able to move forward. One of the NPC’s offered to help her, too, I think,” Seamus said.

Victoria could sense Seamus wanting to get away from the subject of memories, so she changed the topic. “How have you found the long-term immersion? Has it altered your view of what reality is in any way?”

“If I am going to be there for years it seems like a good idea to build up goodwill with people I will interact with repeatedly. As such, I’ve been thinking of it as an alternate reality with a game like setting more than just as a game. Most people don’t care what the NPCs think in a game, but the NPCs in Alpha World with the AIs behind them seem way more real than previous games, which makes it easier to treat them accordingly.”

“Is that why you spent time training the guards?”

A small chuckle escaped his lips, “Nostalgia mostly was the cause there, but yes, also because I wanted to have goodwill with the guards. Doubly so since Summoners don’t seem to be well liked.”

“Every world has history behind it. A question about your new minion. How did that come about?” Victoria asked, leaning forward to rest her head on-top of her interlaced fingers.

“That is an interesting question, and I’d like to know myself. I was going to ask you pretty much the same thing.”

“Do you object to it?”

“Hardly. Stacia is a good girl and we do seem to click.”

“You have no issue having a relationship with an NPC?” Victoria’s eyes focused intently on him as she asked her question.

Frowning, Seamus paused to really consider her question. “No, I don’t actually. All in all, it’s probably for the best, even. A player would eventually want to meet up and that is impossible, obviously. That isn’t an issue with Stacia. The only issue is when things like this happen and I need to step away from Alpha World for some reason. She hasn’t really tried to pry into my past and frankly I don’t think she cares about it at all. So, all in all it seems like the best possible solution I could ever get.”

“You never really had a deep relationship before, do you think you will be able to handle one in Alpha World?”

Brow furrowing Seamus puzzled over Victoria’s interest in this topic. “I don’t see why not. For me it was always more a matter of finding a woman who could understand me and accept what my life was. For Stacia, most of those old problems don’t even exist. I am no longer bound to not date a felon, I don’t have a job I care about and…” He broke off as his mind went back to the image of Kaylee laying in the hospital bed broken and crying. “I no longer have someone to care for on the weekends,” the last came out rough and his hands shook.

Victoria watched him closely for a moment before she nodded, “I understand. Do you think you will be happy with Stacia by your side?”

Seamus looked around the room avoiding Victoria’s eyes as he wiped away a few tears that had slipped out. “I think so. I was completely taken by surprise with the whole succubus thing, but I think we’ve worked that out.”

“She truly seems to care for you.”

“I wish we knew why, though,” Seamus replied. “She doesn’t even know what pulled her to me originally. I was starting to think it was a hidden quest or something.”

Victoria shook her head vigorously, “No. I assure you it wasn’t even considered. In fact it took the devs completely by surprise. That is the reason why this patch is a full day instead of the few hours we thought it was going to be originally. The dev team has to figure out exactly how it happened so they can make sure it doesn’t happen again. Would you care to see the patch notes now?”

“Please,” Seamus replied, taking the papers she handed to him. Seamus started to read the patch notes, wondering what else they were going to be tinkering with.

Patch Notes for Alpha World version 1.01:

The Portal Guild has undergone massive changes. The long wait times to get a portal have been greatly reduced. Set up an account with the Portal Guild to reduce waiting time even more.

God's Grace now lasts twelve hours, until you log out or until you initiate combat with another player. God’s Grace renders a player immune to PvP and assassin attacks while active.

Players will no longer respawn during boss encounters. Players killed during boss encounters may be resurrected during the fight by other players who have appropriate abilities, and will revive normally once the encounter is ended.

NPCs can now be hired for a variety of jobs, including bodyguard, maid and many more.

NPCs can now join an adventuring party. Doing so will entitle them to an equal share of the rewards unless the NPC is a mercenary who has a contract in place.

Creatures killed by guards no longer award loot or experience to players.

Guilds may now be created at the town hall with a minimum of three people. The cost is one hundred gold. The town hall also has rooms available to rent for guild functions, such as meetings.

Guild halls are currently being developed, along with player housing. Stay tuned for more information about these exciting developments.

Guild chat requires a Guildstone, available when a person creates or joins a guild. The guild chat log will be visible for a rotating 24 hour period. As with friend lists and messages, no indicators of a player’s availability or on/off-line status will be available.

The Immersion setting has been split, pain is now its own separate bar. Pain has a minimum setting of 10%, so players will be aware of taking damage. The maximum setting for pain is now 50%. Environmental immersion retains the full range, 0-100%.

Classes with the ability to resurrect a fallen ally can now mark players in their group to extend the respawn timer to five minutes, in order to allow a group to be fully resurrected at their current location.

All stats will now include bonuses from loot shown in parentheses to help players know just how big a boost their gear is giving them. EX; Strength 35 (15).

New class sets are now available. These new sets can be acquired by multiple players at the same time, unlike the original class sets. Original class sets that no player owned any piece of have been removed from the game. Those sets that players had begun collecting will remain available in game.

All major guard factions now have a higher level of combat training and will no longer give reputation gains to those who spar with them.

Rare and Boss monsters can no longer be physically prevented from using abilities. Stuns and interrupts may be effective against some abilities.

NPCs can no longer become minions to those classes that get minions.

Summoner minions no longer have loyalty, happiness, or reputation. All minions will continue to have distinct personalities that will dictate how they interact with you. Summoners will have the option to reset their abilities the first time they log in after the patch. Summoners will also receive the option to change current minions to new ones, one time, the first time each type of minion is summoned.

Necromancer abilities are now clarified to better reflect which undead they can have multiple copies of for each ability choice. Necromancers will have the option to reset their abilities the first time they log in after the patch.

Lunari Berserkers will now have the option to select claws as a weapon if they chose dual wield previously. Players choosing claws will have the ability to drain the enchantments from a one-handed weapon and apply the enchantment permanently to their claws. Visit a trainer to change or remove enchantments from claws.

Trapsmith ability Trap Sense now is 50% less effective passively and 25% more effective when used actively.

Elementalists can now opt to choose a second mastery of elements, so long as it is not the opposing element of their first mastery.

Shaman ability Spirit Speak will now allow them to speak with any spirit or shade they encounter. Be aware, not all of the restless dead are friendly or trustworthy.

Druid ability Battle Revival is now on a 10 minute cooldown. This cooldown will apply to all druids in a party.

Assassin damage has been reduced slightly to help rebalance their burst potential. However, their poison damage has been increased to keep them competitive.

Priest ability Divine Heal can now be used while stunned or incapacitated.

Defender ability Unbreakable can now be used while stunned or incapacitated.

Defender and Paladin stun abilities have had their cooldowns reduced from 30 minutes to 10 minutes.

Paladin ability Lay on Hands has had its cooldown increased to an hour.

The Gods have suffered a major upheaval and many minor deities have perished in the turmoil. All Paladins and Priests will be prompted upon logging in to select a new deity to follow. All previous reputation with the old churches will be carried over to the new church.

Due to the many changes in the game world taking place, the world will have advanced two weeks into the future when the game goes live again. Any time sensitive quests have been removed from your logs with no penalties for failing them. Players will have the option to reacquire most time sensitive quests from the original quest source.

Seamus looked up from the papers as he finished reading, a sense of failure washing over him. He had promised Stacia he would be back shortly and to her it would seem like half a month. Victoria watched his face pale.

“Is something the matter, Seamus?”

“Stacia thinks I will be back tomorrow, I promised her I would hurry back. But these patch notes say it will be half a month to her.”

“Ah, yes I see. Would you like to send her a message to let her know it is going to be longer then you anticipated?”

Head tilting slightly, he looked at Victoria with a puzzled expression, “How would that even work?”

A faint smile came to her lips as she replied, “I can get a letter to her. Would you like to do that?”

“Yes, please, if it’s not an inconvenience.”

Victoria pulled a sheet of paper from the desk she sat behind, along with a pen, “Once you’re done just hand it to me.”

“Thanks, Vicky,” Seamus said, and began to write.

Stacia,

It seems the portal between worlds is going to be down for two weeks. There is nothing I can do to get back to you before that. I was able to get this letter to you, so you’d be aware that I will be unable to make it back to you before that. Please understand, as soon as I can I will be back there. I’m sorry that there is going to be an extended period of absence. It is not what I wanted. Please have faith in me when I say I will be back as quickly as I can.

Your master,

Alburet.

He folded the paper then slid it across the desk to Vicky, who took it with a smile. She placed the folded sheet of paper on her hand, where it shimmered into a blue bird. The bird hopped a few times before meeting Vicky’s gaze. With a chirp, the bird took to the air before it also vanished.

“There. It will be with her before a single day has passed for her. Does that help?”

Seamus nodded, “It does. Thanks, Vicky. How much longer is it until the game goes back up?”

“Still over twenty hours. Would you like to play a game or two to pass the time?”

Chuckling, Seamus shook his head, “Only if you promise not to cheat.”

Victoria laughed, “As you wish. How about a game or two of chess to start with?”

“Might as well start out with me losing,” Seamus replied as a chess board appeared between them.

Seamus just shook his head at how fast Victoria annihilated him in the first game, ten moves and it was over. The second game he mostly played randomly, only taking a few of her pieces here or there before he lost again, but at least this time the game lasted a few minutes. “I see I shall probably never beat you in chess, Vicky.”

“Don’t feel bad, no one at Mindblown has either. Is there a game you would prefer to play?”

“Poker again, if you don’t cheat like last time. Hmm, could you make up a handful of other people to play with as well?”

Victoria smiled broadly and the room vanished, replaced by a western saloon. He sat at the table in appropriate attire while Victoria sat next to him in a beautiful floral dress. Around the table were six other men all dressed for the scene. The last person at the table was a professional dealer who was shuffling the cards.

“The game is Texas Hold’em. Small blinds are a buck, big blinds are two,” the dealer said as he finished shuffling, “You, sir, are the big blind,” he nodded to Seamus.

Seamus smiled and tossed in the two chips he needed to. Once the small blind was added the dealer began the game. The next six hours were fun, as each of the other players all had different personalities. Eventually it came down to Victoria and Seamus left at the table with the chips roughly evenly split between them.

“That was fun, Vicky. I think we should move on though.”

Pouting, Victoria paused, “Are you sure, Seamus? We could do one more hand. Winner takes all.”

Seamus chuckled, “You like to win don’t you, Vicky?”

She just smiled as she pushed her stack of chips into the middle, “Maybe.”

Shaking his head, Seamus matched her, “Okay, winner takes all. How about we toss another wager on top? I’m sure you have connections outside Mindblown, if I win you get me an update on Kaylee.”

Victoria’s face went blank as she eyed him, “I would require something similar from you if I win, Seamus. Say, having you walk through a memory you would rather not?”

His eyes narrowed as he considered her, “You promise that this will be straight up?” She nodded, to which Seamus sighed then took a deep breath, “Fine. I agree.”

The dealer dealt the hand face up as there was no reason to hold back the hole cards. In the end Seamus ended up with a pair of aces, but Victoria had kings and twos. The saloon faded back to the library they had started in as Seamus acknowledged his defeat. He sat there a little bleakly as he wondered what Victoria would make him see this time.

“I am sorry, Seamus. I will see what I can do to get you the news you want but it will take some time. Currently, you owe me a memory. Are you ready?”

Seamus closed his eyes as he nodded his head, “Hit me.

Seamus found himself abruptly bodiless, looking down onto a scene he recognized instantly. He was suspended near the ceiling of the court hallway, as if he was the camera on the wall of the place where he’d committed his crime. A second later he saw himself plus the criminal walking in from the jail side door, the inmate taking small steps due to the ankle shackles. Seamus felt his heartbeat increase as he watched the duo walk towards him, knowing what was coming.

A few steps later he watched his double’s foot step deliberately onto the shackles holding the inmate’s legs, causing the inmate to fall to his knees. The double leaned down with a firm hand on the inmate’s shoulder, keeping the man in place on his knees. He watched the side arm being drawn as his double leaned in to speak into the inmate’s ear. He knew the words he had said, so he heard them clearly. He had known the camera in the hall hadn’t been equipped with audio pickups.

“You took away her innocence as well as harming her to the point of never being able to walk again, you miserable little shit. You thought you were going to see the judge but that isn’t going to happen today. Today, I mete out the justice that you really deserve and when we meet again in hell, I will hound you for all of eternity. This is for Kaylee.” His double put the gun against the back of the inmate’s head and pulled the trigger twice. A split second of panic showed on the man’s face before the two hollow points ripped his brain and head apart, covering the hallway with his brain and blood. Seamus’s agency didn’t use hollow points in their side arms, but he had come prepared for just this moment.

Stepping away from the body, the double set the gun down then lay face down on the floor and cuffed his hands behind him. He could hear the yells and screams from those nearby along with frantic radio traffic about shots fired. He remembered feeling nothing but calm acceptance as the court bailiffs came running out and found him. A few minutes later he was surrounded by his once fellow officers who took in the scene, aghast at what they saw. Many turned away from him in silence while a few cussed him for what was about to befall the agency, when the feds showed up to investigate. Only one person looked on with a sad face.

He watched as his old friend Sergeant Grey took a knee next to him, leaning in to speak softly, “Why? Why did you do it?”

Seamus turned his head to look at his old sergeant before he replied, his eyes lifeless, “Kaylee.” He turned his face forward again and cleared his throat, “Can I be read my rights please, and get booked in?”

The officers blinked at him in shock at his calm, even tone. He was hauled roughly to his feet and one of the officers tightened the cuffs even more. The sergeant of investigations read him his rights and Seamus was led away to the jail.

Suddenly he was back in the room with Victoria, who was watching him intently. “Would you care to comment on that memory, Seamus?”

Seamus looked over at Victoria with flat, lifeless eyes, “He deserved it.”

Victoria frowned slightly for a second, “Did you notice anything unusual?”

Seamus shook his head, “Nothing, it is as I remember it.”

Her frown deepening, Victoria shook her head, “I’ll leave it there for now Seamus, but there is something wrong with what just transpired there and I am not talking about you killing the inmate. I hope you will be able to see it one day.”

Brow furrowing, Seamus wondered what she was getting at but before he could say anything else Victoria stood up. “Well, that concludes our time for now. I look forward to our next visit. If you ever wish to ask me a question while in game, I have gotten approval to let you send in-game messages to me. Just send it to Victoria AI, it has been added to your Mindstone. I will reply as I can once I’ve made sure it is something you are allowed to know.”

Seamus stood up, his eyes still flat, “I want to say thank you Vicky, but right now I can’t. Until the next time.”

The room vanished, leaving him in darkness with a blinking clock flashing away before him, telling him he had fourteen hours before the server was back up. Closing his eyes, Seamus wished he could just skip the next fourteen hours.

Seamus woke to see the clock ticking down the last thirty seconds, which brought a smile to his face. He closed his eyes to wait them out, eager to be back in Alpha World. A brief moment of uncertainty swept through him as he thought about Stacia. Would she be mad at him or understanding of his not being able to get back? On top of that he briefly wondered how Alistern would take his sudden disappearance for a two-week period. Taking a deep breath, he tried to center himself as he heard the clock ticking away the last few seconds until the server was live again.

Chapter Three

Blinking, Alburet looked around to find himself at the Homestone location in the graveyard just outside the Dead Man Inn. He glanced around, seeing a few others who were as eager as he was to be back in the game appearing as well. Some of them seemed upset that they had been moved to their Homestone locations during the server downtime. Alburet heard quite a few disgruntled mutters.

Alburet ignored the bitching from the other players and headed for the inn. As he entered the inn, he dismissed the notification of the chance to reset his abilities. When he cleared the notification, he found Alistern waiting for him with a grim look. Alburet came to a stop and gave a polite nod, “Alistern.”

“We need to talk. Follow me,” Alistern turned to go down the hall beside the stairs.

“I will be glad to speak with you in ten minutes. First, I must do my best to fulfill a promise now that I have been able to get back to this world. Stacia has been waiting for me ever since the bridge between our worlds was closed. So, I ask that you give me ten minutes to reassure her that I’m back first.” He spoke politely but firmly, so Alistern would know he was serious.

Alistern’s eyes flared as he turned to face Alburet, his voice rising into a yell. “First ya abandon me daughter for weeks and now ya refuse a simple request?!”

Alburet didn’t flinch away from the enraged father, instead standing his ground while meeting the angry eyes of Alistern. “I will speak with you once my duty to Stacia is discharged and not before. Your daughter has been waiting for me and her welfare is of much greater concern to me than yours.” He finished speaking and started to walk towards the stairs.

Alistern’s face twisted as he took a single step to block the stairs, when Lilith appeared behind Alistern. She touched his shoulder, stopping him. “Dear, stop this please. He will speak with us shortly, give our daughter the chance to see her master first.” Lilith spoke the words softly so only Alistern and Alburet, who was just outside of Alistern’s reach, could hear them.

Alburet nodded his thanks to Lilith a fraction of a second before bounding up the stairs two at a time. He rushed to the room he had rented, flinging open the door to see Stacia standing in the middle of the room looking anxious as she twisted the skirt of her maid outfit. When his eyes met hers they both felt a tug of emotion and they rushed together into an embrace. Kisses and words of love were exchanged as they clung to each other. Alburet was a little overcome with just how much his heart had yearned for her in the single day apart.

“I’m sorry, Kitten. They closed the bridge between our worlds and I couldn’t get back any sooner than now.”

Stacia met his wet eyes with hers, which were equally wet, “I know, master. I got ya note from the bird messenger two weeks ago, just a bare hour after ya left. I thank ya for getting me that message, without it I might have despaired. Even with it I grew anxious and the seeds of doubt began to grow in me heart.” She tightened her grip on him as she buried her face in his chest, taking a deep breath to pull in his scent. “I missed ya so much that every day me heart ached at ya absence.”

Kissing the top of her head, Alburet tightened his hold on her. “No more worries for a time now, Kitten. Other than the fact that I have to go speak with your father in a minute. I think he’s a bit upset with me.”

Nodding, Stacia filled him in on the last two weeks, “The mornin’ ya left both Da’ and Ma’ came to talk to us. I told them ya had been recalled to ya other world. Da’ has been in a mood ever since, doubtin’ ya was comin’ back. Ma' and me tried to tell him different but he did nay want to listen. For the last week, Stewart and he have been switching off watching the bar, waitin’ for ya to come back. I will go with ya to speak with him.” Her eyes were bright, her happiness that Alburet was back with her evident on her face.

Tilting her face up a touch more he kissed her with love, not turning the kiss into a passionate one but a lingering one instead. When he finally broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers, “I will always want you by my side Stacia, my wonderful fiery kitten. Let’s go speak with your father, maybe we can show him how together we are whole. But first change into another outfit. You’re more than just my maid now, you are so much more now.”

Stacia nodded, reluctantly leaving the embrace to change her clothing. She ran into a problem almost immediately, as her only other outfit was her set of adventuring leather. She explained the problem to Alburet to get his advice.

“Put on you adventuring clothes for now. We shall fix that, right after we finish speaking with your father.” Once she was changed Alburet held out his arm to her, “Come, Kitten.”

Taking his arm with a broad smile Stacia snuggled up to him, “As master wishes.”

He made a note to speak with her about the different connotations that word had to him, later. He just smiled back at her as they went downstairs to find Alistern. It didn’t take long, as he was still at the bottom of the stairs along with Stewart, Grimgar, Almira and Lilith. Alburet looked over the group and gave a polite half bow, “As I said I would, I have come back, sir.”

Alistern growled, “Follow me. Stewart, make sure he doesn’t try to run off.”

Lilith sighed at her husband, just shaking her head as she trailed after him. Grimgar and Almira watched Alburet and Stacia with interest but no hostility. Stacia greeted both of them before they all followed Alistern. Alistern led them to the private dining hall as the room had magic on it to dampen any sounds.

Once everyone was inside and seated Alistern spoke up with an angry voice. “Why did ya run off and leave me daughter for two weeks?! What kind of man are ya to take me daughter, turnin' her into ya succubus then abandon her like ya did?!”

Stacia opened her mouth to speak but Alburet stopped her with a gentle squeeze of his hand. She glanced at him and stayed quiet. Alburet smiled at her then began to speak. “It wasn’t a choice, Alistern. The connection between this world and the one we two-souled come from was closed for a time. When that happens, it yanks us from this world and we can’t come back until it reopens for us. This will happen at times. Normally we have more warning than we had this time. It also normally won’t be as long as it was this last time, I hope. I had to call in a big favor to just get a message back to Stacia before the connection was brought completely down. As for turning her into my succubus, as you well know I am sure, it was a surprise to all of us, except her and Lilith. It is also something I would not change for anything in either world at this point. The fact of the matter is I love your daughter for who she is. Even if she wasn’t my succubus I would still love her.”

Squeezing Alburet’s hand Stacia added her two cents. “I willing and gladly bound meself to him, Da’. He did nay turn me into his succubus as much as I tricked him into being me master. If ya object to the bond we have, then we shall leave until ya do accept us.”

Alistern’s eyes went wide, his jaw dropping as he stared at his little girl. While he was momentarily speechless Lilith spoke up, “That will not be necessary, Stacia. We will never turn our backs on you or the man you love. In fact, since you both love each other so much and we still wish to keep the family secret hidden as much as we can, I have a plan.” Lilith’s smile grew as her eyes swept her friends at the table. “I think you two should marry.”

Alburet had thought Alistern looked shocked before but now he knew what a shocked Alistern really looked like. A stiff breeze might have knocked the man over. The same could be said for Stewart, who was also open mouthed at the suggestion. The other two at the table nodded slowly, seeing Lilith’s wisdom for what it was. It would be much easier to play off the devoted wife adventuring with her husband than a maid following him around.

Alburet himself had been blindsided by the idea and was trying to figure out how he felt about being shotgunned into a wedding in the game. Stacia had let out a squeak, her eyes wide while a smile blossomed on her lips. She turned to Alburet, her eyes hopeful and eager, hoping he would agree while also fearful that her mother might be moving too fast for him. Alburet looked at Stacia and felt his heart beat a little faster seeing the sheer hope in her eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Alburet came out of his shock before the other two. “I don’t know if I am worthy of that, but if Stacia wishes it I will marry her.” As the last word left his mouth Stacia tackled him, knocking him to the floor and kissing him with passion as tears of joy fell from her eyes.

Chuckles and smiles came from Grimgar, Almira and Lilith as they watched the happy couple. Stewart finally got over his shock, and seeing Stacia so deliriously happy, felt his own heart warm at the sight. He shook his head as he watched his goddaughter kissing the man she loved, remembering a lost love he once had.

Alistern finally got his mouth closed and stood up, his face turning red. “No, I will not allow…” was all he got out before a hand slapped the table, cutting him off.

“Alistern, it be time to let her go, me old friend,” Grimgar said. “It be time. Let her flex her wings and soar with happiness. Iffin ye try to cage her now she will never come back to ye again.”

“He’s right,” Almira added, “just look at how happy she is. Isn’t that what all parents want for their children, happiness?”

Stewart coughed gently, “Even though I worry old friend, I see how happy she is and I do not wish to change that.”

“But…” Alistern tried again only to stop as Lilith rubbed his shoulder.

“We found love and happiness, dear. Doesn’t our daughter deserve the same chance?” Lilith said softly.

Bowing his head, Alistern gave in, afraid that he might indeed drive his daughter away if he kept at it. “Iffin he agrees to it I will stop the objections.”

Alburet broke the kiss to reply from his place on the floor. “I agree to marry your daughter, Alistern. I will also give you my word to always protect her as best I can, as you would Lilith.” He got to his feet, pulling Stacia up with him. “I thank you all for believing in me. I will do my best to prove your belief in me well founded. Now, how does one go about getting married on this world?”

Lilith beamed, “I’ll make all the arrangements. We shall have the event in four days, but the day before I shall need Stacia all day.”

Stacia was vibrating with excitement as Alburet replied, “Thank you, Lilith. Seeing as it’s the middle of the night and it’s been some time since Stacia and I had time together, I think I am going to abscond with her. Grimgar, Almira, we’ll be by after sunrise to sell off some gear when we go out to buy some things. Stewart, thank you for backing Stacia’s wishes.” Alburet paused to firmly face Alistern, “Sir, I will always protect and honor your daughter. Give me a chance to prove my word. Lilith, thank you for your help in this.”

Alistern nodded once, “I will give you the chance as my wife and friends have asked me to.”

Alburet gave a small bow to those at the table before he offered his arm to Stacia. Once she took it, with a smile still plastered on her face, he escorted her out of the room. He led her back up to his room, ushering her in before shutting the door behind them. As soon as the door shut he pulled her back hard into his chest as she had been a step in front of him. As soon as her back collided with his chest he wrapped his arms around her. One went around her waist, securing her to him, while his other snaked up so his hand ended up on her throat while his forearm nestled between her breasts. He took a firm grip on her, tilting her head back and to the side so he could whisper into her ear.

“I’ve missed you, Kitten. We have a few hours to kill before the shops open. I’m thinking I should reward you for waiting for me as well as you did,” Alburet let the need he felt for her come out clearly in his voice.

Stacia shuddered in his embrace as she ground her ass against his groin, “Please, master. I’ve been a very good girl.”

Alburet nipped her ear hard, which made her shudder as a yip came from her. “Do you want it rough, Kitten?”

“Yes,” she replied, panting in need, “take me master, control me, use me, please.”

For the next four hours Alburet used her as he saw fit, all the while Stacia begged for more. When they stopped, Stacia lay with her head on his chest while her bruises faded slowly away. “Thank ya, master. I’ve been yearnin’ for ya firm hand to guide me again.” She nuzzled his chest, breathing in his scent, “What are we going to do today?”

“Well, we’re going shopping to get you some new clothes for certain. I’m sure Karen and or Fluff will be on later and will ask to group up as well, so we could go hunting. We’ll see how the day develops after we take you out for clothes.” He trailed his left hand up and down her right thigh, which was hitched up on his waist. “Let’s get cleaned up, have some breakfast, and then we’ll head out.”

“Did ya wish a bath or just me cleaning ya with a cloth and the basin?”

“The basin is enough for now, Kitten,” Alburet replied, giving her a quick kiss as she slid across him to get out of bed. As she cleaned him he remembered to explain to her what the term master meant to him. She giggled during his explanation of BDSM but otherwise didn’t interrupt as she cleaned them both.

“So, I be a submissive masochist?”

“That would sum up your sexual tendencies. Luckily it meshes very well with my own. I don’t love causing pain as much as others but I love being in complete control. As you want me to control you to such a degree I am more than happy to give you what you desire, which is pain.”

“Karen be a dominatrix? I notice ya didn’t try to dominate her when the three of us played together.”

“I’m fairly certain she is. She might be a switch, but I don’t think that’s likely. Anyway, now that we’re all clean I think it’s time for breakfast. Go get us some tasty noms. Once we’re done we’ll head out.”

Stacia quickly donned her adventuring outfit then hurried downstairs to get them food. Alburet took the time to get up and had his gear together by the time she returned. They spent the next hour sipping coffee and eating. During the meal Stacia asked him about his past relationships, so he took the time to explain his few relationships and why he had so few attempts at them.

“It never bothered ya, master?”

Alburet shrugged, “Not as such. I eventually gave up on the idea of having a relationship. I was happy enough to hang out with David and Kaylee…” He trailed off his face closing down as the name came out of his mouth.

Stacia frowned as she watched his whole demeanor change as he cut off, “Master? Be ya okay?”

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Alburet looked up at her with a strained smile. “I’m fine, Kitten. Just a bad memory.”

She took his hand as her eyes conveyed her concern. “I will listen iffin ya want to talk about it, master. I can see it pains ya in some way and I want to help ya feel only joy.”

His hand shook slightly at her words while he blinked his eyes to stop any moisture from escaping. “I’ll keep that in mind, Kitten, but not right now. We are about to go get you some clothes.” He stood up, pulling her up with him. “Shall we?”

She took note of his strained smile but didn’t comment as he clearly didn’t wish to talk about whatever was upsetting him right now. “I will follow ya anywhere, master,” she said as they exited the room hand in hand.

They made it down the stairs, where Stacia was pulled from his arm by her sisters. Alburet marveled at the genetic lottery the family had won before recalling it was a game. The three older girls were all as beautiful as Stacia. One had strawberry blonde hair, though technically it was red hair with blonde highlights, called Erin. The next had deep auburn hair with a good bold red still very visible, called Marian. The last of the older three, called Deidre, had the same vibrant red hair as Stacia. All four of the older girls shared roughly the same build, give or take a cup size. The last of the sisters was the nine-year-old he had seen on his second day in the city, called Emily.

They surrounded Stacia and were congratulating her on the upcoming wedding, then they all turned their attention to Alburet. Alburet, coming under the intense combined gaze of them felt like he was being weighed and measured. His cheeks heated slightly, not used to being stared at by so many beauties at once. He brought himself to attention then bowed to them deeply, “Ladies, it is an honor to meet the sisters of my love. I do hope I am not a disappointment in your eyes.”

Erin smirked, “Oh, a right fancy one eh? Do ya have a brother tha’ I might talk to, love?”

Marian snickered, “She’s heard Stacia crying out when cleanin’ the halls at night and has been a bit jealous. Can’t say as I blame her if ya was able to tame our sis.”

Deidre sighed while shaking her head, “Forgive them, iffin ya will m’lord. Stacia did tell each of us a little about ya over the last two weeks. What she did say makes me welcome ya with open arms.” Deidre stepped forward and hugged him. “Welcome to the family, Alburet.”

He soon found himself mobbed by the other two as well, leaving him as the meat in the middle of them. Stacia cleared her throat a few seconds later as none of them seemed inclined to let him go right away. “Tha’s enough, ya lot. We are goin’ out, so clear off me master.”

Grumbling, the three older sisters let him go and headed back to their work while chuckling and speaking softly amongst themselves. Alburet cleared his throat, trying to center himself again when he felt a gentle tug on his shirt sleeve. He glanced over to see Emily standing there, “Yes, Emily?”

“May I have a hug as well, brother?” She looked away when she asked.

Lips quirking up slightly, Alburet bent down and gently hugged the child, “For Stacia’s youngest sister, of course.” He turned her loose after a second, “Now back to work. Don’t want your father upset, now do we?” Emily nodded before hurrying off with a skip to her step, seemingly happy to have been treated equally. “Cute kid,” Alburet said, watching her go.

“Aye,” Stacia said, taking his arm again. “She does the best she can. She always feels left out though, bein’ so much younger than the rest of us. Be mindful of me sisters. They very well might try to get ya to bed them.” Stacia said as they left the inn arm in arm.

Alburet's mouth twisted in distaste, “No. Just, no. I would never do something to cause you harm or grief like that. While any man would be lucky to entertain one of them, to do so when engaged to marry you should warrant a death sentence.”

Eyes full of love, Stacia squeezed his arm, “Thank ya, master. Not knowin' anythin' about the world ya come from it be hard to know what is and is nay acceptable there.”

“Even on the other world sleeping with your wife's sister is not a good thing. Not that stupid people don't do it anyway, but it almost always leads to broken relationships.” He stopped her for a second to meet her eyes, “I will never do that to you.”

Stacia leaned up to kiss him softly once, “It makes me happy to hear.”

Alburet started them moving again. “Let's go sell stuff then get you some more clothes.”

They made it to Almira’s shop just as she was flipping her sign to open. “Welcome Stacia, Alburet. I see you are eager to get about your day. Show me this armor you want to get rid of.”

It didn’t take them long. She took all of the armor, even the chain, at a fair price. Once she handed off their coin she dropped the shopkeeper personality. “I wish you both the best going forward in your soon to come joined life. I look forward to the big day.” She kissed both of them on the cheek before showing them out.

They made it to Grimgar’s shop next, again just as he was opening his shop. “It be good to see ya. Let’s handle business first, eh?” He took the weapons they didn’t want, giving them coin in return. Once the transaction was done Grimgar turned to Alburet with a grim countenance. “Lad, just a word in ye ear. While I believe ye will treat Stacia right, iffin ye ever don’t I will be displeased.”

“I understand, Grimgar. It warms my heart some to see so many worried about her. You will never have to take action on that warning.” Alburet shook Grimgar’s hand before he left the shop with Stacia on his arm.

“Does it worry ya master, havin’ all of them threaten ya like tha’?” Stacia asked as they started towards the tailor.

“No, because they all said if I hurt you, which is something I will never do intentionally. It does make me happy that you have all these people who care about you,” he replied while patting her hand with his free one.

After that they walked in companionable silence until they reached the shop of Margret Wilson, Silken Needles. The sign said the shop was open so Alburet ushered Stacia in to the sound of the small bell that all shopkeepers had to announce customers. Margret looked up with a professional smile, welcoming them to her shop. Her smile faltered just slightly when she recognized Alburet. “Welcome to Silken Needles. How can I help you today?”

Alburet walked Stacia up to the counter, keeping his smile in place, “Mrs. Wilson, I have brought you someone very important to me. She needs a variety of clothing. The only outfits she has to her name are her old work clothes, and this one adventuring outfit. So, I brought her here as I know you do excellent work. Let me introduce you both. Margret Wilson, owner of Silken Needles, this is Stacia who is to become my wife in four days.”

Stacia smiled with a bow of her head, “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Wilson.”

Margret returned a real smile, “It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Stacia. What kind of clothing are you looking for exactly?”

“I’m not sure, it seems I will be accompanyin’ me husband into the wilds to hunt monsters mostly, but I think a few sets of clothin’ for the city would also be good.” Stacia looked at Alburet, wondering if that was the right response.

“She is correct,” Alburet said as he dropped ten gold onto the counter. “If you need more, just let me know. I’ll be sitting out of the way.” He gave Stacia a quick kiss before he retreated to one of the chairs in the shop.

Margret swept the gold up before she came around with her measuring tape and began to take Stacia’s measurements. Alburet ended up taking a small nap during the next few hours as the women worked on Stacia’s outfits. He woke to find his message notification flashing, just as Stacia was coming out of the back. He checked the message, to find it from Karen.

Message from Karen:

Hey you. If you’re around I was thinking of hunting orcs today if you’re up for it. Message me back if you are up for it and ready for some fun.

Alburet sent a reply that he was interested if she was okay with having an NPC along. He got another message just a few seconds after he sent his.

Message from Karen:

If you think they can hack it, then sure thing. I’m interested to see how that works. Meet up at the portal guild in say fifteen minutes?

He sent back an affirmative, looking up as Stacia came over to him with a broad smile on her lips, “I am done, master.”

Alburet smiled and kissed her, “Glad to hear it. Mrs. Wilson, a pleasure as always. I am glad you are tolerating my presence.”

Margret frowned slightly at the title Stacia used, but otherwise ignored it, “The young lady has done nothing but sing your praises, Alburet. Makes me think I shouldn’t have been as hasty as I was just because of your vocation. Her clothing will be delivered to the inn you’re staying at as I get them completed. I do wish to congratulate you on your pending nuptials, as well. It is the first time I’ve heard of a two-souled in a relationship with one of us normal folks.”

“Thank you, Margret,” Alburet gave her a bow of his head. “It is good to know that my choice of vocation isn’t going to be held against me, at least by you. I’m sure we will be back for any other clothing needs we have.” He offered his arm to Stacia, who accepted it as they said their goodbyes and exited the shop.

As they walked towards the portal guild it struck him he had never dismissed Stacia after summoning her just before the patch. “Stacia, I want to find something out. Step into this alley with me.” Once they were in the alley he told her what he had in mind. “I want to dismiss you, then I’ll summon you back to me. That means you are going to have to switch back to human form after I do, okay?”

“Yes, master,” she said and vanished in a puff of smoke.

Alburet waited about a minute as he tinkered with the spell, changing the words needed to summon her. Once he had it ready he tapped his hip, “Come to me, my fiery Kitten.” Another puff of smoke and Stacia appeared in all of her Infernal glory. A second later she changed her appearance to become her normal self in her adventuring gear. He dismissed the pop up offering him the chance to change the minion. “Where did you go when you got dismissed?”

“Our room, master,” Stacia said, puzzled. “I thought I would be sent to the Infernal realm, so why was I sent there instead?”

“Good question, I don’t know. Maybe because you’re a half blood and not a full blood. But it does answer a question. It will be impossible to hide that you are my succubus from Karen and Fluff. I don't think it will impact your family any though if they know about you. Are you okay with them knowing?”

“Yes master, I trust them both as well.” She molded herself to him and kissed him passionately.

When he finally surfaced from the kiss he was breathing fast. “Okay, then. Let’s go meet up with Karen.”

They arrived a few minutes later to find Karen in front of the building. Alburet waved at her as they trotted over to her, “Morning, you dangerous and devious mynx.”

Chapter Four

“It’s good to see you again,” Karen said to Alburet before hugging Stacia. “You’re the one coming with us, Stacia?”

“Aye,” Stacia said returning the hug. “Master has taken me huntin’ with him a few times before.”

“Wait, you went out with her before the patch?” Karen said, looking over at Alburet with a single raised brow.

“Yeah, she was out with me and a few others. In fact, she was with us when we killed off the Orc Chieftain the night of the patch.”

“I want to do that, but I need to get another level or two first,” Karen replied. “Well then, I guess she knows what she’s doing. I wonder about that outfit, though. It doesn’t seem very practical, Stacia.”

“It belonged to me Ma’. She used it when she was adventuring with Da’. I’ve only taken a single hit both times we’ve gone huntin’, so it works well enough.”

Alburet chuckled, “If we are done with the fashion critique for now, maybe we should head inside to see how long the wait time is now?”

“Good point,” Karen said, leading the way. “Ladies first, right?” She let her hips sway as she walked.

“Oh,” Stacia said catching up to Karen and linking arms with her, swaying her hips in unison with the assassin. “Ah he likes tha’, does he?”

Alburet stopped dead watching the two well-formed posteriors swaying along before him. He coughed while looking away before following behind them. “Ladies first in all things, though I would swear I proved that point when you joined the two of us in bed, Karen.”

Karen glanced back over her shoulder, “Oh yes. Letting me get off twice and Stacia three times before you did was ample proof that you do indeed follow that motto.” She winked, “I did thank you for that evening, but I’ll say it again. Thanks. It was a fun celebration.”

“Can we invite her again, master?” Stacia asked, looking back at him as they entered the doors to the portal guild.

“I’m not opposed to the idea, but that is up to her, Kitten,” Alburet replied, shaking his head. He suddenly wondered if having the two highly sexual women out hunting with him was a good idea.

Inside, a line formed at the reception desk. It stretched almost back to the door, even with two receptionists working the desk. “I thought they fixed this,” Alburet sighed.

“Right?” Karen shook her head as she looked over to the waiting area. “No one is in the waiting area, which is odd.”

Alburet confirmed her observation, “That is odd. Well, the line does seem to be moving decently so maybe this won’t be so bad.” He did note that the line was kind of single file, save for the small groups of two or three clustered in the line in places. One of the groups had just gotten to the desk and had to approach the receptionists one at a time. “Doesn’t look like you can do a whole group at a time anymore, either.”

“Well, guess we wait and see,” Karen said, pulling one of her daggers and checking its edge. “Going to need new daggers in a level or two. What was the name of that shop? Grimgar’s Weapons?”

“Grimgar's Weaponry?” Stacia answered in the form of a question.

“Stacia is right. He happens to be a friend of her family, as well.” Alburet supplied, watching the line move up. “He has good stock and gives decent prices. If you go, mention my name or Stacia if we aren’t with you. Oh, and you should exchange info with Stacia while I think about it, Karen.”

Karen blinked, “Wait, she can use a Mindstone?”

“Everyone in this world can, as well as Homestones.”

“Wow. That is kind of neat,” Karen said, fishing out her Mindstone and tapping it to Stacia’s. “So now I can send her dirty messages about innovative positions.”

Alburet face palmed, “What did I just do, ugh.”

Karen chuckled, “Gave me a way to see if she ever gets free of your grasp. If she does, I very well might have to snatch her up, for her massages if nothing else.”

“I will never leave master’s side,” Stacia said, linking arms with him. “He be the only thin’ I want in the world.”

Alburet shook his head, “Never going to let her get away. You might understand a bit more when we get out to hunt.” He smiled, then noticed his message icon blinking. Checking it he found a message from Fluffball.

Message from Fluffball:

Al, thinking of hunting again today. Are you up for joining me and if so are you bringing Stacia along again?

Alburet replied to her and got another message a few seconds later. He chuckled and informed the women with him. “So Fluffball wants to join us. I told her we’re at the portal guild already and that she needs to hurry.”

“Oh tha’ be nice, I like her master. Iffin she gets me Ma’ to help her she will be even better.”

“Is that the Lunari Berserker you’ve mentioned?” Karen asked as the line moved forward again.

“Yeah, she was with me and Stacia over the last two days. She was with us, Gerald and Marysue for the Chieftain, too. I can attest that she is good at what she does, though she is very reserved and blushes easily. So maybe kid glove her for a little bit until she gets used to you.” Alburet said, directing the last bit at Karen.

“We will see, though I normally don’t change who I am for anyone.”

They were only two people back from the front when Fluffball came hurrying up to them, “Oh, good, I made it. Sorry about the delay.” Fluff smiled at Alburet and gave Stacia a quick hug before greeting Karen. “I’m Fluffball. It is good to meet you.”

Karen tossed her an invite to the group, “Good to meet you, Fluffball. I’m Karen. I’ve heard about your adventures killing the orcs over the last few days. That’s where we’re headed now. Is that okay with you?”

“Oh, sure,” Fluffball said, grooming an ear. “Just glad to be able to hunt with my friends.”

Karen’s lips quirked up when Fluff groomed an ear, “Maybe I can be counted among them by the end of today, then.”

“Hey, no line cutting,” one of the people said behind them.

Alburet turned to meet the eyes of the man who had spoken up. “She is part of our group, she was just a tad late, is all.”

“Well if she’s part of your group I guess that’s okay,” the guy said with a shrug. “just no more additions, okay?”

Alburet and his group were the next ones to see the receptionists. “Not a problem,” Alburet replied, turning to the front. He motioned Fluff and Karen to the other receptionist first, as he and Stacia stepped forward to Kim.

“Morning, Kim. Looks busy today,” Alburet greeted the receptionist.

“Well, it’s the first day we’ve been open in two weeks. We remodeled to help mitigate the waiting times. To start with, we just need to set you up an account and have you deposit some coin in it. We then issue you a soul bound gem that is linked to your account. Once you have that you can follow the signs and use any portal you want; the cost is automatically deducted from your account. The cost of using each portal is listed on the door for that portal. You can check your account balance at any time by holding the gem,” Kim told him in a brisk voice, as if she had been relaying the same information all morning so far.

“Okay then,” Alburet placed twenty gold on the counter. “Set me and Stacia up please, Kim.”

Kim smiled, taking the gold as she picked up gem in her other hand. “Alburet a two-souled Summoner, account being opened with ten gold.” The gem seemed to pulse with light for a moment before she held it out to him. “Just accept the gem and bind it to you, once that’s done you are free to go.” Her smile was real, not the professional one she had been wearing when they had made it to the front. She repeated the same for Stacia, frowning slightly over the lack of a class for Stacia but ignoring the discrepancy when the gem activated as normal.

They accepted the gems and bound them, clearing the pop up notification. He noted Fluffball was done and Karen doing the same thing with the other receptionist next to him. He smiled at Kim, “Thanks, Kim. With this change it looks like we won’t be having the chance to talk as much anymore.” He saw Karen stepping past the desk to where Fluff waited and gave Kim a small bow, “See you later.” He dropped an extra gold piece on the counter as he left.

“Good hunting, Alburet, and you as well, Stacia,” Kim said as they walked by her before she turned to help the next person.

Stacia let out a relieved sigh, “Thank ya, master. I was hoping we would nay have an issue like the duel last time.”

“Duel?” Karen asked as they climbed the stairs heading for the portal rooms. “What duel was this?”

Alburet gave her the quick rundown as they looked for the correct portal. He finished as they found the one they wanted. A plaque next to the door listed the portal as the Orc Grasslands, with the cost being a single gold. “Huh, so it’s as cheap as if you had a full group. Nice they aren’t gouging us.”

“I thought for sure it was going to be the two-gold fee like it was if you went alone,” Karen said. “Are we ready to go?”

The others agreed they were ready. Karen stepped onto the rune, followed quickly by Fluffball. Alburet snagged Stacia for a hug, “You ready to let them see you in a different way?”

“As long as ya be with me, master,” Stacia replied, a hint of nervousness to her voice as she held him. Alburet shifted them both onto the rune, so they appeared in front of the fort still in the embrace.

“Okay, now that everyone is here let me go grab the quests for this area real quick.” Karen said before she darted away into the fort.

“Stacia, go get some jerky and tea from the quartermaster,” Alburet said, giving her ass a playful slap. He watched her hurry off with a smile before he turned to summon his other minions. He summoned Bob and had to dismiss the prompt asking if he wanted to change minions. “Heya, Bob, welcome back. Ready to kill some orcs?”

“It has been awhile master, is everything okay?” Bob asked, looking around a little nervously.

“Yeah. The bridge between worlds was down for a bit. You okay there? You seem a bit nervous.”

“Are you going to replace me master?” Bob asked bluntly, while looking at Alburet directly.

“Nope, not going to happen. I take it you’ve heard about the option, though.”

“Yeah, the IRS held a meeting and informed us that it was being offered to all Summoners. Then you didn’t call on me or Tiny for almost two weeks, so we were getting a bit nervous.” Bob replied before letting out a deep breath, “Now I feel much better, having heard it from you.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. You are one of my family Bob. I am not going to get rid of you. Now let’s call Tiny up and reassure him.” Alburet turned and summoned Tiny to the world. “Hello Tiny. Welcome back, sorry for the delay, and no you are not being replaced.” Alburet said as he dismissed the prompt asking if he wanted to replace his current minion.

“Thank you master, it is good to be able to protect you again. I was not worried, though Bob was getting a bit frantic over...”

“No I wasn’t,” Bob huffed as he puffed out his chest. “I was not getting frantic at all and how do you even know that word?”

Alburet chuckled, “Enough, guys. I’m sorry for the delay but I’m back now and we have a new addition to the family. Are you ready to meet her?”

Bob and Tiny both nodded that they were indeed ready. Alburet smiled as Karen and Stacia came out the gate and over to the group. “Well, now that we are all here, let us walk a bit away from the guards before I summon my last minion.”

The other seemed a bit puzzled but followed him. After a few hundred yards he stopped and turned to the group. “Fluff, Karen, Bob and Tiny, it is my pleasure to introduce you to my last minion. Stacia, if you would please.”

Stacia shimmered followed by a puff of smoke. When it cleared she stood there in her full Succubus form. “It is a pleasure to meet ya all in me other form,” she said, but her words were distinctly tinged with worry.

Tiny was the first one to speak, probably as Bob would have pointed out that he was too dumb to be surprised. “Welcome to the family, Stacia. It is good of you to join us in helping the master.”

Stacia giggled, “Thank ya, Tiny.” Her relief was evident when she spoke.

“Buh, what?” Bob finally got out. “But a half blood can’t be a minion.”

“We aren't sure that she is a half-blood anymore, Bob,” Alburet said. “Even the people over at the Infernal Retinue Service don’t know how it happened.”

“So, that patch note was your fault?” Karen said.

“It seems that way,” Alburet shrugged. “I wouldn’t trade her for anything, though.”

“Well duh, not with the massages she gives. Wow, that is so cool.” Karen said taking a step towards Stacia. “Can I touch your wings and tail?”

Stacia smiled, nodding quickly, “Aye. Thank ya for not rejectin’ me friendship.”

Karen paused as she traced the tip of a wing, “Why would I?”

Fluff interjected, “Half-bloods are barely tolerated in Stormguard. Full blood demons inside the walls are almost unheard of. No doubt she was worried we would spurn her as a friend now that we know.” Fluff stepped forward and gave Stacia a hug. “I will never reject a friend just for being themselves, Stacia. I was happy to know you before and I am even happier to know you now.”

Stacia sniffled as she returned the hug, her words soft, “Thank ya, Fluffball.”

Karen wrapped her up in a group hug from behind, “Me, too. If anything, you look even sexier now. Makes me want to see what round two would be like now.”

Stacia giggled a little, “Master likes me this way, too. I was so nervous when he first summoned me, but he has quashed all me doubts.”

Alburet smiled at the women all hugging, “So there we have it…” he cut off as he noticed Stacia was no longer in the group. “Wait, why is she no longer in the group?”

Karen jerked back quickly checking her interface. “I didn’t remove her, hang on I’ll reinvite her.” After a few second Karen shook her head, “It gives me an error saying minions can’t be part of a group.”

Fluffball pursed her lips in thought for a second, “Stacia, shift back to human please.” When Stacia did Fluff turned to Karen, “Try again.”

A second later Stacia was back in the group, “Right. Now that is weird,” Karen muttered.

“Stacia, can you shift back to demon form?” Fluffball asked.

Stacia did and as soon as she shimmered she was kicked from the group. “Oh, I get it now,” Alburet said. “As long as she’s in human form she can pass like anybody else. If she goes full on demon, though, it treats her like a minion. Good thinking, Fluff.”

“It was the only thing that made sense,” Fluffball replied, as she groomed her ear, with a small smile.

“Well, there we have it. Stacia is my succubus. I am going to ask that you keep it amongst us though, please. She doesn’t want any backlash at her family because she’s a minion now. They’re worried what others in the city would think if they found out,” Alburet informed the others. Both Karen and Fluff agreed to keep it between them.

“Now that we’re ready, can we go hunt?” Karen asked.

“Sounds good to me. What do you think, two imps, two destroyers, or two succubi?” Alburet asked.

“Two succubi, they can crowd control both orcs in the patrol groups. We can go through them one at a time starting with the wargs.” Karen replied, her eyes lighting up, “That should make it easy as pie.”

Alburet turned to Stacia and used Copy on her, and a second Stacia appeared. Unlike the previous times he had used Copy on Tiny or Bob, this time the copy wasn’t a washed out version of the original. The second Stacia was just as vibrant as the original. Both Stacia and her copy wobbled on their feet for a moment and Alburet steadied the two of them. “You okay, Kitten?”

“Yes, master,” both versions of her said in unison. Brows furrowed, a moment later only the one answered, “It is weird. I am getting vision, hearing and the rest from both bodies at the same time. I think I have it under control now.”

“If Stacia is okay, let us commence with the slaughter,” Karen said as she began to move further into the grasslands followed by the others.

“Two succubi. Double the pleasure and double the fun,” Bob chuckled.

Alburet rolled his eyes, “You’re just so funny, Bob.”

“I want to try tha’,” Stacia said as she walked along on either side of Alburet.

Bob cackled at her words, making Alburet sigh, “Enough, Bob. We will discuss it later, Kitten. Do you know instinctively which one of you is the first you, by the way?”

The one to his right raised a hand, “Aye. I can even separate me thoughts enough to make my bodies do separate things easily.”

Bob broke up laughing at her comment. Before Alburet could say anything though Tiny spoke up.

“First pack,” Tiny rumbled as he took the lead.

Alburet darted forward and buffed him, “Okay. Tiny, take the warg first. Stacia, you know what to do with the orcs.”

Both Stacias began to sing a wordless song and the two orcs who had turned towards Tiny stopped dead, eyes going vacant as she sang. Tiny met the warg head on, blocking the first attack with his shield before hacking at the mob himself. Karen appeared and stabbed the warg in the flanks as Fluff leapt into the fray with twin axes flashing. Alburet blinked a little in awe of how fast the fight went as the warg quickly died.

“Wow, that was awesome,” Alburet muttered before shaking his head. “Stacia, we’ll be taking the one on the left first. Go ahead and join the others in melee once it breaks out of the daze, but keep the other one locked down.”

“Aye, master,” one of her answered as Tiny moved to hit the one he had indicated.

A minute later the combat was over and Tiny had barely been scratched. “That was so sad,” Karen chuckled. “I am so tempted to suggest we move off to the gnoll area instead, even if they are level twenty.”

“Hmm that’s a bit of a level gap there for me, much less you, Karen,” Alburet replied.

“Tomorrow would be okay for that area though, if we can get her a level or two,” Fluff put in.

“That still leaves all day to farm these orcs, so let’s do it hard and fast,” Karen said winking at Alburet. “If you can keep up with all of us women, that is.”

Fluffball went crimson at Karen’s double entendre, ducking her head and grooming her ears, while Stacia giggled as she pushed both of her bodies against Alburet. “Okay, this is not going to help us get Karen a level,” Alburet said before slapping Stacia on both of her asses. “Come on, we are going to grind like hell.”

“Promise, master?” Stacia giggled as she ran out of his reach. “Karen, he promises to grind us hard if we get ya a level.”

“Incentive, I like it,” Karen said, taking each Stacia by the hand and running off towards the next closest patrol. “Come on Tiny, we need you.”

Tiny jogged after them while Bob skipped along behind, laughing all the while. Alburet sighed, shaking his head then looked over at Fluff who stood frozen in place. “Sorry, Fluff. This is the way Karen is all the time. She gets worse, it seems, when Stacia is around.”

Shaking her head to clear it, Fluff looked at Alburet. “It… it’s okay. I can handle it.” She gulped as she followed along behind the others, “Maybe I should talk with Lilith soon.”

Alburet gently touched her shoulder as they started after the others, who had already started the fight. “If it gets bad let me know and I’ll rein in Stacia, okay? I don’t want to cause you distress, so just let me know. Okay?”

Fluff paused, glancing over at him, “Thank you, Alburet. You have been very kind to me. Maybe it’s time I take the offer of help and see if Lilith can do anything. Tonight would be okay. I’ll ask Stacia if she can ask her mom if tonight is good.”

“Alright,” Alburet replied as they started moving. The others had already killed the warg and started on an orc. “I happen to have some news you might be interested in as well, Fluff. Mindblown is going to be doing limited testing on month long immersion soon.”

Fluff stumbled at his words. They reached the rest of the group as the first orc died. “What? Where did you hear that?”

“A friend who works for Mindblown told me during the down time,” Alburet said, stepping up behind Tiny to hit him with a heal.

Karen looked over, “What took you two so long?”

“Sorry, was telling Fluff about something I had heard. Mindblown is going to be starting a clinical month long immersion test soon.” Alburet replied, then laughed as Karen stopped attacking and turned to face him. “Oh, did that get your attention?”

Karen turned back and killed the orc with her next thrust, “Fucker, you did that on purpose. Now. Spill the beans.”

Alburet smirked, “So now you want me to talk. Before you just wanted to run off and kill things.”

Karen’s eyes narrowed, “So I have to pummel you to get you to talk?”

Tiny stepped in front of Karen, “No hurting the master.”

Bob just laughed, “Now this might get interesting.”

“It’s fine Tiny, she isn’t going to hurt me,” Alburet said. “Why don’t we keep going and I’ll talk as we kill things, okay? Two birds, one stone.”

“Two succubi, one bed is better,” Bob interjected.

Alburet sighed but ignored Bob's comment, “Is everyone else okay with this plan?”

Everyone agreed, but Karen had to add an addendum, “If you stall I will make it painful for you later.”

Alburet held up a hand in mock surrender, “My word.”

They started towards the next closest patrol as Alburet relayed what Vicky had told him about the upcoming test. “That’s all I really know about it,” he finished, looking at Karen who sighed.

“Well fuck. That means I won’t be able to get in on it then,” Karen said as she furiously attacked the orc she was on, venting her anger on it.

“Why not? Alburet asked as the last of the patrol fell over dead.

“That survey at the end of beta. I said no to potential long term testing, since I couldn’t take extended time off then.”

“Could you really take the time away from work now?”

“I own the damn dojo, my father built it when he retired from the military. I've been running it since his death.” Karen replied, shaking her head, “Time off is fine. Hell, since the tourney ended I've thought about just turning it over to my assistants and taking time off anyway.”

Alburet nodded, “Everyone needs a break now and then, but for business owners it’s always so difficult. I could talk to my friend, see if they have any pull to get you on the list.”

Her head snapped up to meet his eyes, “Will you?”

“For a friend, I will do anything,” Alburet said, pulling his Mindstone out and sending a quick message to Vicky. “There, message sent. I can't guarantee it will happen but I've asked.”

Karen glanced at Fluffball, “Did you ask for her, too?”

“Didn't have to, my friend mentioned she was already on the list when they told me about it.”

Fluff blinked as she gazed at Alburet, “Who is your friend there?”

Holding up a hand Alburet explained, “I will have to ask if I can name drop before I do. I actually know of two people who work at Mindblown, though I haven’t talked to one of them in some time. Anyway, it’s done and I look forward to seeing what happens. Shall we continue on with the slaughter for Karen?”

Fluff nodded slowly, “Okay. Your friend didn't say anything else about me, did they?”

Alburet could see the fear in her face as she asked the question. He was sure it stemmed from her previous trouble with stalkers. He gave her a small smile, hoping to defuse a potential issue. “They said something about your art, but since it wasn’t coming from you I basically ignored it. After all, you would tell me anything you think I should know. I am not about to listen to gossip or pry into another’s life. Goodness knows I wouldn’t want anyone to do that with me.”

Her shoulders relaxed as Fluff let out her held breath, “Oh. That’s good to know. Shall we keep on going then?”

“Sounds good. Let’s get Karen that level or two,” Alburet agreed.

They broke for some jerky and tea after a few hours, sitting in the middle of the grasslands with Tiny and Bob on watch. Alburet had briefly dismissed the double of Stacia and she was joining them for food. “That’s one level down,” Karen said as she finished off her food. “Think we can get one more tonight?”

“Depends on how long you’re going to be on for,” Alburet replied. “An hour out of game to deal with real life would probably be good if you’re thinking of going for another level.”

“I’m going to take off for a few myself,” Fluffball said. “I want to contact some people and verify what Alburet told us about the testing. I should also get some real food and stuff, too.”

“Speaking of the testing, I was thinking about checking out making a guild,” Alburet said.

“That could be fun,” Karen nodded. “If Fluff and I can both get into the test we could really go full out as a team.”

“That might work. If we want to do dungeons, though, we’ll need a tank and healer. Maybe invite Gerald and Marysue to help round us out,” Fluff suggested.

“We could always just ask them when we need them, though. I was thinking of inviting everyone who’s in the long-term testing. If we do that then we could be sure that everyone is around most of the time.” Alburet mused as he considered the options. “Should we start one up now though, or wait until people are in for the long term?”

“Let’s do it tonight after we’re done farming me some XP,” Karen said. “Then we can celebrate our new guild.”

“Patrol,” Tiny interrupted them.

Alburet used Copy on Stacia again and they quickly dispatched the mobs. “Okay, we can do that. Fluff, you want to dip out now for the hours you wanted too? What about you, Karen? You want to take an hour or two as well?”

“What about you?” Karen asked.

“I’m already testing. I’ll sit here and wait for you.”

Karen and Fluff blinked at him. Karen found her voice first. “Why didn’t you tell us before?”

“NDA. I was cleared during the downtime, which is why I mentioned the long-term testing as I was given the okay.”

Fluff nodded, “I’ll be back in three or so hours. Thank you for telling me, Al. I’ll see you in a bit.” With that she vanished, logging out where she was.

“I guess I could go for a bit, too,” Karen said. “I’ll check in with my staff and grab some real food. See you in an hour or so. And Alburet, regardless of if I get in or not, thanks for asking for me. If I do get in, maybe I’ll give you a special reward.” With a wink and chuckle she vanished as well.

“Master,” Stacia said once the others were gone. “Would I be able to join the guild?”

“Good question, Kitten. We’ll check. If it’s possible, we will get you in. Okay?”

She hugged him from both sides, using both of her bodies, “Thank ya, master.”

Alburet smiled, “You are welcome, Kitten. In the meantime, we shall sit here and just deal with the patrols that come to us.

After the next pack of patrols Alburet decided to take the time to figure out his mana situation. He was losing 10% mana for Bob, 15% for Tiny and 20% for Stacia. Factor in Flame Weapon’s 5% and the Copy of Stacia taking another 10% on top of the rest. So, 60% of his mana was just gone just to have his minions and his one weapon spell up, leaving him with 786 mana left. Shaking his head, he could see why people considered his class the weakest.

If he buffed Tiny before attacking, it would eat up another 200 mana and leave him at 586 mana. Alburet sighed and rubbed his eyes as he continued on with the mental math. Each Fire Blast took 60 mana, which would mean a maximum of 9 casts before he was tapped. But he would regain about 19 mana per second in combat and the spell took 2 seconds to complete. If he was figuring right, that gave him another 9 or 10 Fire Blasts before he ran completely out of mana. Shaking his head to clear it of all the math, he did wonder how good or bad it was for the other casters.

“Is somethin' wrong, master?” Stacia asked.

“No, was just trying to figure out how long I could cast before I run out of mana. Not important right now, and I haven't soloed for quite some time so let's try this out.” He smiled at her, then nodded to Tiny who advanced towards the patrol that was closing in on them.

Chapter Five

Nearly two hours later Karen showed back up. As Alburet and his minions were busy fighting a patrol, she wasn't noticed right away so she waited until they were done then tossed him an invite. “I'm back, how was the wait?”

“Kind of boring, all in all,” Alburet replied. “Just killed the patrols that showed up in range of Fire Blast while we waited. It does take significantly longer without you and Fluff to kill the patrols, but even then, Tiny is holding up well.”

“It’s still a few levels until he gets more stats, right?”

“Level twenty-eight or something, I think,” Alburet nodded. “Which means come level twentyish mobs he’s going to start having a rougher time of it until I can summon him with better stats.”

“I will be fine, master,” Tiny rumbled. “I will never fail to protect you, no matter what may come.”

Bob shook his head, “He doesn't understand the concept of being vastly weaker than a foe.”

“Anyway,” Alburet cut in before Tiny could reply, “Fluff should be back in an hour or so. I’m thinking stay in this general area while we wait.”

“Works,” Karen agreed. “Question, though. Do you know why she’s so shy?”

“She once told me she had stalker issues in the past. From the vibe that I get, she might also have had a few bad relationships that have made her leery of people in general.”

“Hmm, I see. I hope she’s able to overcome it. I think she would be a blast if she could relax.” Karen shrugged as she pulled her twin blades, “So, how far are we going to range while we wait?”

Another two hours passed before Fluffball reappeared. She found them waiting right where they had been when she left. “Oh, I'm sorry. You could have gone ahead I would have caught up.”

Alburet shook his head, “It’s all good, Fluff. Let us go forth now and conquer the grasslands in our name.”

Karen cheered as she invited Fluffball to the group. “Now that the band is back together we can rock and roll all night.”

A small smile turned up Fluffball's mouth. “Thank you both. I shall do my best.”

The group set forth, intent on annihilating every patrol in their path. A few hours later the sun was about to set so Alburet called a halt to the fighting.

“I’m sure the city hall closes shortly after sundown. We should head back and see about registering our guild. Meet you two at city hall?”

Both the women agreed and used their Homestones to get back to the city. Alburet nodded to his minions, “Well done again today, Bob, Tiny and Stacia. You are dismissed Bob and Tiny, Stacia I'm dismissing your double.”

After both Bob and Tiny vanished along with Stacia becoming a single person and reverting to her human form Alburet pulled his own Homestone, as did Stacia. “Alright, Kitten, let’s go meet up with our friends and see about starting a guild.”

“Yes, master,” Stacia said before she vanished, quickly followed by Alburet.

He linked arms with Stacia once he appeared in the graveyard before they set off towards City Hall. He didn't need to look at his map as Stacia knew the way, having dropped off paperwork there for Alistern before. When they reached their destination Fluffball and Karen were already waiting, as they both had less distance to cross to make it there.

“What are we going to call ourselves?” Fluffball asked once they were all together.

“Fluffy Buns?” Karen jokingly suggested.

Alburet smirked but shook his head, “Yeah, no. I'm thinking something simple like Alpha Company.”

“I’m okay with that,” Fluff said.

“Military like, eh? Okay, but which of us is going to be the leader?” Karen asked, glancing at Fluff.

“I'll do it, as currently I am the only long-term tester. I can ask my friend to let the people who do get into the testing know about the guild.” Alburet said with a shrug, “I am going to be very hands off though, just so you know.”

“That is not how I think of you,” Karen smirked. “Very hands on, as I recall.”

“What magic hands they be, too,” Stacia agreed.

Fluffball blushed as she glanced away from them, her hand snaking up to groom an ear. Alburet chuckled. “Behave please,” he admonished the duo. “Now that we are here and we have a name, let's go see what it takes to register a guild.”

As a group, the foursome entered the ornate building. White granite with fluted columns greeted them as they walked up the three wide stairs that separated the building from the street. The large double doors were of golden oak with a relief of the First Emperor, Maximus the Just, holding a sword aloft.

“Reminds me of the statue in front of the main temple in the city,” Alburet noted. “I can't recall the name of the god, though.”

“Justice,” Stacia informed him. “Justice, God of Law is who ya be thinkin' of, master.”

Sighing, Alburet shook his head, finding the name lackluster. “Figures it would be something like that. Is the God in charge of Demons called the Dark Lord?”

“Of course,” Stacia nodded, “what else would he be called?”

Karen groaned, “Failure.”

Fluffball giggled, “I hear his temple fits his name. His temple out in the Dead Lands is supposed to be a sight to behold.”

“I'm so going to see that when we get there, then,” Alburet said recalling Vicky telling him about Fluff having created that place. “I'm sure the person who designed it went all out.”

Fluff blushed deeply, glancing at him slightly to see if he knew. Alburet kept his face calm, not giving away that he knew she was the artist. “I'm sure all the artists did good work,” Fluffball stammered as she spoke.

Nodding, Alburet agreed with her, “I’m sure they did. Anyway, let's stop wool gathering here, we have a guild to found.” Opening the door, he gestured the women in before following them.

They entered a large lobby. A number of desks were around the edges of the room with people busily working at them. The middle of the marble flooring held a large round reception desk with two people manning it inside of the circle. A small plaque informed them it was the information desk.

Heading over to the central desk, Alburet greeted the clerk facing him. “Greetings, sir. We are looking to register a guild.”

The man sighed, “Just before closing time, too. It costs one hundred gold to register a guild, along with assigning a name and crest. Can you afford the fee and do you have a name and crest ready?”

Alburet sighed, “The coin and name yes. Let me confer with my friends to see if we have an emblem for the crest.” He turned to the women with a raised brow, “Any of you got something in mind?”

Fluffball nodded, “I can make one while you deal with the paperwork.”

“Way to go, Fluff,” Alburet grinned. Turning back to the clerk he smiled, “We have everything ready.”

The clerk pointed to a desk in the back right corner of the hall. “That desk will help you, and have a pleasant night.”

The group thanked the clerk before heading for the desk indicated. Behind the desk, they found a portly bald man signing paperwork. As he seemed engrossed with his job Alburet gave a polite cough. “Excuse us sir, we are here to register our guild.”

The man sighed, looking up, “Do you have...”

Alburet interrupted, “We have the coin, name and if you give us the paperwork we can get the emblem drawn quickly as well.”

“Well then,” the portly man mumbled. “That would be a first for today.” He picked up a stack of paperwork, placing it before Alburet. “One hundred gold, please,” he asked with a professional smile.

Dropping the gold on the desk, Alburet picked up the paperwork, “Where can I fill this out?”

“The side boards have pens,” the man pointed before picking up the gold. “Bring it back as quickly as you can, please.”

The group wandered over to the side of the room to find a long counter with pens on it. Alburet handed off the emblem paperwork to Fluff as he quickly filled out the rest of it. Ten minutes later he was done and Fluff had the emblem finished.

“Here you go, Al,” Fluffball said, handing over the art.

It showed a stylized A and C interlocked with each other with flames coming off the top while shadows pooled around the base. “Wow,” he said, showing the others. “That is awesome, Fluff.”

Fluff blushed, looking away, “It's nothing big.”

“No, he’s right. That is great work, more so for only ten minutes of work, Fluffball,” Karen enthused and gave the Lunari a hug. “I’m going to have to ask you to design my next tattoo for me now.”

Fluff went still when she got hugged but a smile crept over her face as Karen spoke. “Okay,” the single word was soft but filled with happiness.

“Well, we have it, so let's go see the clerk again,” Alburet said, leading them back to the desk. Once there he smiled as the portly man looked up, “Here you go, sir.”

The man leafed through the paperwork, a smile growing on his face, “Very well done. First time today someone actually did what they were supposed to, on the first try.” He placed the paperwork onto a stack of others before handing Alburet a large bronze disk. “Take that to the information desk and you are ready to go.”

Thanking him, the group went back to the main desk. “We are back, sir,” Alburet said placing the bronze disk on the desk.

“Very well,” the clerk said. “How many are in your guild currently?”

“Us four,” Alburet replied.

The clerk pulled out four stones, setting them on the desk. “These are Guildstones. They work a lot like Mindstones. Once you pick one up it will ask you to bind to it. Your paperwork should be processed in an hour, at which point they will begin to work. If you want to add anyone else to your guild, just give them a letter and send them to us.”

They each picked one up, agreeing to Soul Bind it to them. “Many thanks sir, I hope the rest of your night is pleasant.” The women echoed Alburet as they turned and left the building.

“So how does the crest thing work?” Karen asked. “Is it going to appear with our names or something?”

Alburet shrugged, as did Stacia. Fluff spoke up a moment later. “Once the guild is formed you will be given the option to have the crest appear on the left breast of whatever clothing or armor you have equipped. You can turn it off or on via the options menu.”

Alburet opened up his menu, finding the toggle switched on by default and left it there. “Well then ladies, shall we go celebrate our new guild?”

Karen whooped, “Party. Where do we want to go?”

Alburet chuckled, “I know a place that Fluff showed me a bit ago. It isn't so much a party place but I loved the atmosphere.”

Fluff went crimson, her eyes wide as she tried to protest, but no words came from her mouth. Karen upon seeing Fluff like that chuckled, “That sounds perfect. Let's do that.” Karen linked her arm in Fluff's, “I shall escort her, if you escort Stacia.”

Alburet nodded, taking Stacia's arm, “Let us away then, to celebrate.”

Fluff was still stammering and red as she let herself be towed along by Karen. “But... but...”

Karen stroked Fluff's arm where it came through hers. “Shh, it will be fine. I won't let anything happen to you, Fluffball. Can I call you Fluff by the way?”

Fluff seemed in a state of mild confusion as she nodded, grooming her ear with her free hand, “Okay.”

A few minutes later they arrived at Heaven Maid. Alburet opened the door for the women before following them in. The women all paused just inside, being greeted by two maids and three butlers.

Alburet grinned and signaled the elven butler, “If you can take care of us while we are here?”

The butler replied easily as he stood up from his bow, his words like silk as he spoke. “It would be my great honor, Master. Welcome home Mistresses and Master. If you will follow me, please.”

Alburet motioned the women to follow as he brought up the rear. Once they were seated, the butler left them with menus. As he looked over the menu he noticed Karen staring at him with a raised brow, “Yes?”

“Seriously, an anime cafe? How is this even here?” Karen asked, her voice filled with incredulity.

Alburet chuckled, “I like it myself. I always had a good laugh with maid cafes in anime.”

“I like it as well, master, though it be odd being called mistress.” Stacia said as she snuggled up to his side in the booth. “What do ya think I should get?”

Fluff spoke slowly, her words soft, “You don't like it, Karen?”

Shaking her head Karen replied, “No, no, it’s fine actually. I’m just thrown for a loop. I mean, who would have thought this would be here? As soon as news of this hits the web this place is going to get swamped by anime lovers I’m sure, am I right?”

A small smile crept onto Alburet's face as he studied the menu. He was sure Karen was right. “I had a crepe last time. I'm thinking I’ll go for the omelet this time.”

“I am going to get a chocolate crepe,” Stacia supplied.

“Just like Alburet did,” Fluff mumbled, glancing at the duo across from her and Karen.

“Oh, he got a crepe eh?” Karen smirked at Alburet. “Did he happen to get some on his cheek?”

Fluff went crimson as she looked away, “Not really.” She quickly groomed her ear.

Karen glanced at her and giggled, “Oh, you did eh?”

Fluff turned her face away as the blush spread down her neck. Fluffball didn't answer and Alburet caught Karen's eye and shook his head slightly. Karen sighed slightly and gently touched Fluff's shoulder. “Hey, Fluff. I'm sorry, okay? Sometimes I get a little carried away with my jokes.”

Fluff looked over at Karen. Seeing the honesty, she nodded. “I forgive you. I'm just not used to people and sometimes it is hard.”

Karen smiled gently and put her arm around Fluff, “I understand. When I was younger, I was awkward and nervous around people. It can get better. I do like you and want to be able to keep calling you a friend, okay?”

A bright smile bloomed on Fluffball's face, “Thank you, Karen. I will try harder to accept things as well.”

“We should both totally get crepes,” Karen replied. “I'll get the banana crepe if you get the strawberry one, deal?”

“Deal,” Fluff said, feeling some of her natural nervousness slide away.

Alburet watched the interaction over the top of his menu while squeezing Stacia's hand under the table. “Well, if you are all going to get crepes I should as well. The caramel sounds intriguing to me.”

Chuckling, Karen winked at him, “Caramel for dessert eh? I can think of things that go well with that.”

A wicked grin came over Stacia's lips, “Oh, I like tha' idea.”

Sighing, Alburet was about to reply when the butler came back to the table. They gave him their food orders, along with getting coffee for the table. Once the coffee was brought to them Alburet cleared his throat gently.

“Ladies, as the leader of our newly formed guild I think I should lay out some ground rules. Firstly, the most important rule: Have fun. Secondly: Enjoy your friends.”

Alburet was cut off by Karen before he could continue, “I like enjoying my friends. Don't you, Stacia?”

Stacia giggled, nodding her head in agreement but didn't get a chance to reply as Alburet continued as if he hadn't been cut off. “Thirdly: Respect your fellow Alpha Company members. Fourth, but not least: Accept each other, even the flaws we all have.”

He paused as Karen rolled her eyes, a smirk twitching his lips. “This deserves a toast. To Alpha Company, may we explore, fight monsters and find happiness together.”

The women all toasted and sipped their coffee along with him. Conversation shifted to different things they’d each found and enjoyed so far until the food came. They each sampled bites from the others crepes, enjoying each flavor. This time no crème ended up on anyone's cheeks. An hour later they departed the cafe, thanking the butler for his service.

Once out in the street, Fluffball spoke up. “I need to get to bed. I'll be around tomorrow in the late morning until about dinner if you want to group.”

“Wish I could, but I need to see about getting some of my paperwork in order. I’ll be on maybe a little after noon, so maybe then.” Karen added, “I'm sure Alburet will be around if nothing else.”

“I will be, feel free to let me know when you’re on.” Alburet replied to the half question with a shrug. “Anyway, I'm going to take Stacia home now. See you two later.”

Karen chuckled, “I can take her home if you would rather not.”

Alburet made a shooing gesture, “Away, mynx, tonight she is mine.”

“I will always be with ya, master,” Stacia said as she hugged his arm that she held.

“Why don't you walk Fluff home?” Alburet suggested.

Fluffball shook her head, “No, it’s okay. I will be fine.”

Karen glanced at her with a small smile, “You sure, Fluff? I kind of like the idea of taking you home.”

Her face went crimson as Fluff looked at Karen, stammering. “Err... umm...”

Karen linked arms with her before saying goodbye to the other two. “See you later, alligator. I'm taking the soft one home.”

Alburet laughed as he waved goodbye before leading Stacia home for the night. As they walked he voiced an opinion, “I’m a little unsure of Karen at times. She is brash, impulse and aggressive most of the time. I wonder if she might not have set her sights on Fluff as an option for romance.”

“She does like them pliable, master,” Stacia supplied.

“True enough, I guess, and Fluff is certainly submissive enough to suit her tastes. Enough of them, tonight I am thinking a bath then some quality time with you and possibly with two of you.”

Stacia shivered at the thought, snuggling his arm tighter, “As master wishes.”

Chapter Six

Alburet escorted Stacia into the inn, both of them chuckling at the joke Stacia had just finished, only to be hailed by Alistern at the bar. Alburet slapped Stacia on the ass and told her to go to the room and he would catch up to her there, then made his way over to the bar.

“Alburet, I have a message scroll for ya from Vladimir Dracon, the Royal Auctioneer.” Alistern held out a scroll sealed with an elaborate wax seal. “Why would he be sendin' ya messages?”

“I did business with him my first day in the city,” Alburet replied, taking the scroll. “My thanks for keeping it for me.” He dropped a gold onto the counter before weaving his way through the crowd to head upstairs to his room.

Stacia was putting her daggers away as he entered the room. He smiled at her, then examined the seal on the scroll. It depicted the head of a dragon with its mouth open as if roaring, with a full moon behind it. Alburet cracked the wax open with a thumbnail so he could read the message.

Alburet,

I request your presence at my office at your earliest possible convenience. If you are unable to attend within four days, please send a message indicating your soonest availability.

It was signed at the bottom with the name Vladimir Dracon, with another imprinted wax seal next to the signature.

Alburet put the scroll down, wondering what Vladimir could want. He would be free of obligations until late morning when Fluffball would be on, so he figured that would be a good time to go see the man. He tensed briefly as Stacia hugged him from behind, before relaxing into her embrace.

“Is everythin' okay, master?”

“Yes, Kitten. Let me drop my gear off then we can go bathe.”

While they bathed, he told Stacia about the letter. He noticed her apprehension as he finished speaking. “What is the matter, Kitten?”

“I have nothin' tha' would be good enough to wear for the royal auction house. I do nay wish to diminish ya stature by showin' up in me leathers.”

Shaking his head, he pulled her to him, embracing her tightly. “Silly Kitten, you will never diminish me in any way. I am proud to have you on my arm and in my life. If anyone dares to speak down to you, we will simply leave. After all, they asked for this meeting, not me. We can also see about getting you a gown equal to the outfit that I had made by Margret.”

Stacia leaned into him, pillowing her head onto his chest as he held her, “As ya wish it, master.”

The rest of the night was spent having wild sex, experimenting with two Stacias. Eventually they fell asleep with Alburet between the two women.

Alburet woke the next morning to Stacia expertly performing fellatio on him. He shuddered as his orgasm quickly followed his waking. Panting heavily, he glanced down at Stacia as she grinned up at him once she released his softening member.

“Mornin', master,” she said softly as she slid up his body to cuddle him. “I will be here with food in just a moment.”

Alburet chuckled, “Now that is multitasking.” He kissed her before getting them both out of bed and dressed. They had just taken their seats when the second Stacia came in the door with a tray of food. “There is part of the woman I love.”

Stacia set the tray on the table and collected a kiss. “Breakfast is served, even iffin I already had a good shot of protein.”

Laughing, Alburet shook his head as he dismissed the double. “Okay, if I let you do that too often I might not be able to make it out the door.”

The real Stacia half pouted at him, “But it be so much fun, master. Me sister had no idea that ya was filling me mouth while I spoke with her.”

Alburet coughed at the mental image, “I'm sure, Kitten. We’re going to go see Vladimir this morning, so let's eat up.”

Breakfast was eaten in comfortable silence. Once the food was done and they were dressed, they headed out. As they reached the taproom Erin looked up, her eyes widening as she saw Alburet in his expensive outfit.

Alburet chuckled at her expression as he tipped an imaginary hat at her, leading Stacia out the door. Glancing back at Erin, he saw her still staring and winked before shutting the door. Chuckling, he escorted Stacia around the corner where they could flag down a carriage.

When he got one to stop he tossed the man a silver and asked to be taken to the royal auction house. The trip was uneventful and soon the carriage came to a stop. He got out before helping Stacia out, taking her arm as he led her to the door.

Stacia gasped at how richly appointed the building was, looking around the main room. They were met by the same man Alburet encountered the first time. “Hello again,” Alburet said as he held out the scroll. “I was asked to come and speak with Vladimir.”

The curator gave a small bow, but his eyes narrowed slightly at Stacia's outfit. “Of course, sir. If you will follow me please.”

They were led to the same office Alburet had visited before. Vladimir looked up, a smile coming to his lips as they were ushered in. “Ah, Alburet. Glad you could make it.” He looked at Stacia, coming to his feet and giving her a small bow. “I don't believe I have had the pleasure, madam. I am Vladimir Dracon, the Royal Auctioneer.”

Alburet chuckled as he held a seat for Stacia. “This is Stacia Crowley. She is a friend of mine as well as soon to be my wife.”

Vladimir blinked slowly once, the only sign of his surprise. “Ah, a double pleasure then. Wonderful to see that even the two-souled can find love.” He took his seat again after Stacia was seated, “Renful, bring some tea for my guests, please.”

The curator bowed, “As you wish, sir.” Renful exited the room, closing the door softly.

“Well then Alburet, would you like to spend some time on pleasantries or get right to business?” Vladimir asked with a slight smirk.

“I have a feeling you know more about me than many in the city, Vladimir. While I don't mind the general pleasantries, I would rather hear why you requested my presence.”

“Indeed,” the smirk became slightly more pronounced. “Last week during the ball held at the castle I gifted a book and a letter opener to the King. He didn't understand the significance right away, though once Ioaniss got a hold of them the King was soon informed of their provenance. The King then requested to have the person who found the items informed that he is requested at the castle to speak with Ioaniss Jones about the location of where the items were found.”

Lips pursed, Alburet considered the information. The door opened and Renful brought in the tea cart. Alburet waited while tea was served in almost paper thin porcelain. He nearly chuckled out loud to see Renful’s obvious discomfort as he served Stacia. Once the tea was served Renful left them to their discussion.

“I’m not sure how to take this, Vladimir. As I do value your opinions, what would you council me to do?”

Vladimir chuckled, “Ah, flattery. Even I am not immune to its charms. If you do not show after being informed it would have negative effects on your standing in the city. If you go and can help even a little with Ioaniss's questions, I am sure that you will be compensated accordingly.”

Sipping his tea, Alburet nodded, “I see. Hmm, how long would one have to do this without appearing either overly eager or tardy?”

Vladimir laughed softly, “Ah, you want to play the game then. I would think two to six days would be an appropriate time frame. The longer it takes though, the more perturbed Ioaniss is likely to become.”

Alburet considered the suggestion. “It will take me at a few days to get Stacia an outfit that will not be sneered at, much like Renful is doing. So, I would be inclined towards the later side of that time frame.”

“I could send a letter with you to the tailor you have used in the past. She would be able to rush a gown at my expense for your soon to be wife. It would take her probably two days.”

A single brow rose on Alburet's face, “I see. So me showing up will net you something as well?”

A single nod was his answer, “Of course it will. If you can give Ioaniss more information it will make my gift that much more prominent, increasing my status with the King. Would you like my assistance?”

Alburet glanced at Stacia, who appeared out of her depth but was doing her best to sip her tea calmly. “Yes, Vladimir. I will gladly accept your assistance. If Margret can get a gown ready in time, I will go tomorrow night. Otherwise it will be four days, as I am to wed in three.”

Vladimir used his bell pull, waiting as Renful entered the room. “Renful, get a message to the tailor Margret Wilson at Silken Needles. She is to get a gown fit for court ready by tomorrow night on my account. The lady will be there for the fitting inside the hour.”

Renful bowed deeply, “It will be done as you command.”

Vladimir turned back to Alburet, “If I might ask, have you looked at your map of late?”

Willing his map to his hand, Alburet opened it, “Not much actually. Why?”

“Make the map as small as you can, for this continent,” Vladimir said, watching him intently.

Alburet willed the map to zoom out to show the continent. He looked over the map in surprise, wondering how it had gotten as full as it had. “What? Why is my map so full of stuff?” He zoomed in slightly to get better definition.

Vladimir stood, coming around the desk to glance at the map. “Hmm, it seems you have gotten map information from another person. The reason Traveler's Maps are so sought after is that they can copy other’s maps, and they can share as little or as much as their owner wishes when giving another person information.”

Alburet tried to think of who he had gotten map information from, then recalled Grimgar touching maps. “The person who did this also had a Traveler's Map, so why do I have all of his info?”

“He must have been okay with you having it,” Vladimir said his, eyes roving the map looking for something.

Alburet caused the map to vanish, “Well, that is good to know. Thank you, Vladimir.”

Vladimir stood back, his lips pursed slightly as he went back around his desk. “I wonder if you and I might trade map data?”

Chuckling, Alburet shook his head, “I think you want something from me and are trying hard not to give the game away. Does a Traveler's Map show everywhere you’ve been even from before you had the map?”

Sighing, Vladimir nodded, “I see you are quick on the uptake. Yes, I was hoping to find the location of where you found the items you did.”

“I’ll make a deal with you then, Vladimir,” Alburet said as he stood, taking Stacia's hand. “Once I’ve finished speaking with Ioaniss, and if he doesn't object I will trade map information with you. It will cost you a favor to be called in at a later date, though.”

Eyes narrowed, Vladimir searched Alburet's face before he nodded, “You are learning fast, Alburet. I agree to your terms.”

Quest: After Speaking with Ioaniss Jones, the Royal Archivist, trade map data with Vladimir Dracon.

Rewards: A favor from Vladimir Dracon at a later date of your choosing.

Alburet gave a small half bow as Stacia curtsied, “It has been a pleasure to speak with you again, sir. I do hope we can continue our relationship in the same pleasant vein we currently have.”

Vladimir pulled the bell pull again with a nod of his head, “I as well, Alburet. I will arrange a carriage at the inn tomorrow night to take you to the castle.”

Nodding, Alburet turned as Renful opened the door, “We shall be taking our leave then, Sir Dracon.” Alburet led Stacia out of the room, escorted by Renful.

“Do please come again, sir. Perhaps next time with the lady in more suitable attire,” Renful said, his tone neutral.

Alburet shook his head as his eyes became frosty, “We will do what we can, Renful. Have a good day. I suggest you do not insult the lady again in my presence.”

The carriage Renful had waiting for them took them to Silken Needles. Upon reaching the shop Alburet tossed the driver a silver before helping Stacia out of the carriage. They were greeted by Margret as they entered the shop.

“Welcome to my shop again, Miss Crowley. I have been informed what needs to be done and we don't have a lot of time. If you will come this way, please.” Margret hurriedly led Stacia into the back.

Alburet chuckled, waving her goodbye as he took a seat in the shop. Mrs. Wilson's son came out with a mug of tea for him. “Cor mister, you look much better than last time.”

Chuckling, Alburet took the tea, “Thank you. Have you been helping your mother?”

“Naw, I have all thumbs she says. I want to be a guard when I get older, they get uniforms and paid. Is it true, you a two-souled?”

“Yes, I am indeed.”

“I hear you never have to worry about the final death. Is that true?” The kid watched him with big eyes as he asked the question.

Sipping his tea, Alburet nodded. “Yes, but we also are sometimes taken from this world when the portal between them closes. I think I would risk a final death to not have to worry about that.”

The kid shook his head, “I was right the first time. You’re a loony.” The kid darted into the back of the shop again.

Softly chuckling, Alburet sipped his tea, glad to see kids were roughly the same everywhere. He waited for close to an hour before Stacia reappeared with a package in her hands. Alburet stood, taking her arm, “All done?”

“Aye, master. I even have the first set of clothes that we ordered yesterday.” Stacia took his offered arm as well as letting him take the package from her. “Are we goin' back to the inn first, master?”

“That was the plan. We can wait to see if Fluff messages us. I can also change out of these clothes, into my other set. While we wait, we can always find something entertaining to do I’m sure.”

Stacia gave him a mischievous grin, “Aye.”

When they got back to the inn, Alistern was behind the bar. The room was otherwise empty, except for Stewart who was at the bar as well. Alburet handed Stacia her package and patted her ass to send her on her way to the room. He gave polite nods to Stewart and Alistern as he approached the bar.

“That outfit is a bit highbrow, isn't it?” Stewart asked.

“Yeah, but I needed it today. I had to see Vladimir at the royal auction house. His helper Renful really looks down on anyone not suitably dressed.”

Alistern leaned on the bar with an interested expression, “What did Vladimir want with ya?”

“He was tasked by the Royal Archivist to arrange a meeting with me. I agreed and should be off to the castle tomorrow night with Stacia on my arm for the meeting.”

Both men seemed shocked. Stewart finally found his words again, “Why would Sir Ioaniss Jones wish to speak with you?”

Chuckling, Alburet winked, “I got the boots I am wearing from Vladimir. They were a trade for a book about the Forgotten Prison. An authentic first edition book.”

Both men again fell silent as they looked at him with wide eyes. “I take it he gave it off to the King, then?” Alistern asked.

“Yup, then Ioaniss got it and wants a meeting with me since I found the book. So, that is what’s going on with the fancy clothes. Anyway, I need to go change. I’ll be heading out to hunt in a bit. Have a good day, gentlemen.” Alburet grinned as he left them at the bar staring after him. He heard a muted conversation spring up behind him as he went up the stairs.

Stacia had her new outfit on, and was just getting her leathers laced up over the new clothes. He kissed her cheek as he quickly changed outfits as well before getting armored and armed.

“It strikes me that we still need to sell off loot from yesterday,” Alburet said, pulling Stacia into a hug. “We should go do that.”

Stacia relaxed into the hug, content to be held, “As master wishes.”

He held the embrace for a few minutes before releasing her. “Alright, let's get going or I might not make it out of the room.”

Stacia looked at him with heated eyes as she cocked her hip slightly. “Tha' is also something I would be up for, master.”

Alburet wavered for a second, considering, before shaking his head. “Not right now, Kitten. We’ll save the carnal delights for later. He slapped her ass hard and headed for the door. “If you’re really good today, I might even give you the hard spankings you love so much.”

Stacia hurried out the door, turning to salute him, “Kitten, reporting for hunting, master.”

Alburet laughed, taking her arm while a broad smile stole over his lips. “Funny Kitten. Yet another reason to love you. I see my humor is rubbing off on you.”

She squeezed his arm with a giggle, “Aye, master and like everythin' else about ya I want more.”

Together they entered the tap room, nodding to Stewart and Alistern. Stacia glanced back with a slightly puzzled look at her father, who was speaking softly to Stewart. As they exited the inn she spoke up, “Master, I think they were talkin' about ya.”

“Yes. I told them about our conversation with Vladimir and the upcoming meeting with Ioaniss. I don’t doubt they’re in a buzz. They very well might be reconsidering how they look at me.” He gave her arm a squeeze, “You still want this right, Kitten? Getting married I mean?”

Stacia smiled brilliantly at him, “Aye. It be the only thing I have been thinkin' about since ya asked me to.”

Alburet leaned over to give her a kiss as they walked towards the shops to sell their loot. “Well then, that makes both of us, my precious Kitten.”

Chapter Seven

They were just leaving Grimgar's shop, having finally finished selling off the last of the loot from the night before when Alburet noticed a small flashing icon off to his left. It was the guild emblem blinking gently. Willing it open he found the message that caused it to start blinking.

Fluffball:

I’m on now. Going to sell things off then head over to the portal guild to see about farming some orcs if anyone is up for it.

As he was about to reply another message appeared.

Stacia:

Master and I will be waiting for you at the portal guild.

Shaking his head, he took Stacia's arm and set off towards the portal guild. “My, you certainly are fast at replying, Kitten.”

“I was hoping she would use the Guildstone, master. I was waiting to reply,” Stacia commented as she put her stone away when there were no further messages. “Now we can be there and waiting for her.”

Half an hour later Fluffball came jogging up to the portal guild building to see the duo waiting outside for her. “Hey, Fluff. Did you have a good night?”

A broad smile lit her face as Fluffball came to a stop before them. “It was a good night, but this morning was even better. I got an email from Mindblown. I’ve been selected for the month-long immersion testing! It starts in two weeks. The best part is the test site is in my home town.”

“Nice,” Alburet replied. “You don't even have to worry about getting there. Shall we go out for some orc hunting? Karen will be on at some point and I’m sure she’ll join us.”

Fluff paused as he turned for the door, “Umm... I was curious... do you know... is Karen... interested in women?” Her bright red blush went all the way down her neck., and she groomed her ear.

Blinking, Alburet's head cocked slightly to one side as he gazed at Fluff. “Well, she did have fun with me and Stacia before. So I’m going to say probably yes. Any reason why?”

Fluff wouldn't met his eyes, as she continued to groom her ear, “Just curious. Umm, Stacia, could you ask your mother if she would be free to speak with me tonight after dinner?”

Stacia nodded, “Of course, Fluff.” She pulled out her Mindstone and sent a message. Putting it away a moment later she looked at Fluff, “All done. She agrees to meet ya at the inn any time after dinner tonight.”

Beaming, Fluff gave Stacia a quick hug, “Thank you.”

Alburet coughed gently, “Shall we?”

The trio entered the guild hall to take a portal to the Orc Grasslands. Alburet waved at Kim as they went by the desk. It was busy, but not nearly as bad as the day before. Kim waved back at them as they passed.

Once they got to the grasslands Alburet summoned his minions and made a copy of Stacia. “Okay gang, same as yesterday. You all ready to kill the orcs?”

Bob shrugged, “Sure, but I thought we were going gnoll hunting today.”

“Maybe with Karen, but she isn't here yet,” Alburet replied.

“I am ready to kill your enemies, master,” Tiny rumbled.

“We are ready to serve ya as ya see fit, master,” Stacias one and two purred in unison from either side of him.

Alburet swatted both on the rump, “Down, Kitten. We are hunting mobs, not trying to seduce me while Fluff is present.”

Pouting Stacia nodded, “As master wishes.”

Fluff watched the byplay with pink tinged cheeks, “Is she always that forward?”

“No,” Alburet replied as they began to move into the grasslands watching Fluff nod. “Sometimes she is much less restrained. I mean, this time she didn't grope me or try to strip me.”

“Can we?” Stacia piped up her eyes sparkling.

“Down, Kitten,” Alburet laughed. “Besides, she does it in play. She wouldn't do anything to make you really uncomfortable, as she considers you a friend.”

Stacia winked at Fluff when Fluff looked in her direction. “Unless ya want me to do things to ya, Fluff.”

Fluff went crimson and turned away grooming both ears at the same time for a few moments.

Alburet rolled his eyes but before he could say anything Tiny interrupted him, “First patrol coming this way.”

Alburet buffed Tiny with Demonic Vitality, Demonic Retribution and Demonic Haze before buffing himself with Demon Skin. “Go for it, Tiny,” Alburet said once he had all the buffs applied.

The next three hours went by easily, with Stacia dazing both orcs in each patrol leaving them only the Warg to worry about for initial combat. Things were a touch slower without Karen, but no issues came up.

Right near one in the afternoon the guild icon started flashing. Alburet and Fluff each tapped the icon to check the message. Stacia pouted, “Mine won't work while I am in this form, boo.”

Alburet gave her a quick hug, “Yeah, thought that might happen considering the group issue we found earlier. You can always shift for a moment to check then shift back before combat.”

Nodding enthusiastically, she did just that. Alburet turned his attention to the message, missing the fact that one Stacia was now human while the other was in demon form.

Karen:

Where you all at? I want to kill things too.

Fluffball:

Killing orcs again, come on out.

Stacia:

We would love to have you.

Karen:

I bet you would. I’ll be there as fast as I can.

A little bit more than half an hour later, during the down time between pulls, Alburet was surprised when Karen suddenly wrapped her legs around his waist and planted her lips firmly on his. She became visible abruptly, he had started to react violently, but managed to check his reaction. He wrapped his arms around her and returned the kiss. After a minute, she unwrapped her legs and dropped to the ground, breaking the kiss.

“That is a thank you for getting me in, you stud you.” Karen winked at him then subjected Stacia to the same treatment. “That is so you don't mind me doing it to him,” she said as she broke that kiss, turning to Fluff.

Fluffball, who had watched the scene with pink cheeks and wide eyes suddenly found Karen coming towards her. Stammering and shaking her head, she backed away slowly like a prey animal who was cornered.

Karen paused a few steps away before launching herself at Fluff, wrapping her in a tight hug. “Thank you as well, Fluff. My email mentioned that you put a good word in for me, too. I would thank you like I did them, but I think you’re a bit slower paced. Right?”

Fluff swallowed audibly while nodding, “Y... yeah. You, um, you’re welcome.”

Karen looked up into Fluff's eyes though her lashes, “If you do want a kiss, though, all you have to do is ask. Any time.”

Fluff went from pink to scarlet in a heartbeat, “Err... umm...”

Karen released her with a bright smile, “Well. Now that Alpha Company is all back together, let's get this show on the road.”

Fluff began to groom her ears again as soon as Karen released her.

Alburet nodded, Mindstone in hand, “I just sent Gerald and Marysue messages asking if they wanted to hit the Orc Village again to kill the Chieftain. If they get back to me in the next few hours we can do that with you, too.”

“I see someone wants to double up on the thanks,” Karen chuckled.

Laughing, Alburet shook his head, “While I wouldn't mind, let's tone it down for Fluff for now, okay?”

Karen glanced at the still red Lunari, nodding, “Right. I did train my level fifteen ability before heading out here, so if I can hit sixteen today we can see about gnolls tomorrow.”

“Let's not stand around then,” Alburet said, buffing Tiny up again. “Start the ball rolling, Tiny.”

The group spent the next two hours scouring the grasslands. Nothing survived in their wake, the patrol groups cut down with brutal efficiency. As the second hour came to an end Alburet reached level seventeen.

As he was distributing his points he noticed his message icon flashing.

Message from Gerald:

Alburet, we’ll be glad to do the Orc Chieftain again. You should have your succubus by now which means the last fight will be easier since you can lock down the healers. Give us thirty minutes and we’ll meet you at the fort, or we can meet you in an hour at the village.

Alburet grinned as he sent back his reply. “Ladies, we are heading back to the fort to meet up with Gerald and Marysue. We are going to steamroll the Orc Village and kill off the Chieftain for Karen, which should hopefully net you both a level.”

“I already have the quest to kill him, so we just need to hook up with them.” Karen said eagerly, “I am so looking forward to being able to tackle new mobs tomorrow.”

They headed back to the fort, taking the time to sell off the loot they had gotten during their slaughter in the grasslands. A few minutes later Gerald and Marysue showed up and Alburet invited them both to the group.

“Good to see you both again,” Alburet greeted them. “Wow, you guys are seventeen, too,” he whistled softly, “that’s a lot of play time.”

Gerald shrugged, “Yeah, but I have to go back to work tomorrow. It was nice having the two weeks off at the start but now it’s back to balanced playing again.”

Marysue nodded, “Family obligations for me. We’ll be on everyday but probably only for a few hours in the evening.”

“Totally understandable,” Alburet agreed.

“Wish we could just play for a month or year at a stretch, but Mindblown hasn't even started trials on that yet. I thought they would have been pushing those boundaries by now,” Marysue sighed. “Oh, well. Maybe in five years they will get there.”

A snort came from Alburet as he tried to hold in his laughter, “You might want to keep an eye on the news over the next couple of days, then.”

Brows furrowed, Gerald eyed him, “Why do you say that?”

Karen cut in, “Because Mindblown is starting month long immersion testing in two weeks.”

Marysue gasped, “Are you serious?”

“Yes,” Alburet said. “They started sending out emails to people just today apparently. The news will be all over the web soon, if it isn’t already.”

Gerald and Marysue exchanged a glance before Gerald looked at the trio. “How exactly did you find out?”

Karen answered, having been ready for that question, “I was invited to test. Fluffball is also invited I’m sure and Alburet, well, he’s already testing it seems.”

Alburet sighed, wishing she hadn't added that last part, “Those two both got the emails today.”

“You are already testing,” Marysue said, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah, but that’s supposed to be on the down low,” Alburet said. “I’d appreciate you keeping it to yourselves. All of you.”

Gerald pursed his lips in thought, “How does one qualify for the testing phase?”

“You recall the surveys they sent out at the end of beta? That’s what they based their invitation lists on.” Fluffball added in her normal soft voice.

Marysue seemed to vibrate in place, “Umm, we should go, Gerald. I can ask dad to look into it for us.”

Gerald looked at Marysue with a fond smile then glanced at the trio before his lips firmed up. “We agreed to clear a dungeon first, Mary. It would be wrong of us to back out of our obligation now.”

“If you both want to dip, we understand, but I don't think an hour or two will make a huge difference,” Alburet added reasonably.

Gerald nodded, turning to Marysue, “He’s right. We can knock this out then log for the night. I'll come over and we can talk to your dad together. Okay?”

Marysue pouted, but nodded, “Fine.” She looked over at Stacia, both of whom were in full succubi form, a frown furrowing her brow, “Have we met?”

Stacia smiled broadly at her, “I am the succubus to me master, Alburet.”

Gerald was frowning at her now as well, “You look a lot like the maid he brought along last time. What’s your name?”

Karen laughed, “You read the patch notes on NPCs not being able to become minions, right? This is why.”

Marysue blinked as she looked at the two Stacias in succubus form. “Oh, so you are the person who grouped with us last time.”

Stacia looked away from her, “Please don't tell anyone. It would impact me family badly.”

Gerald stood up straight, “We would never wish to harm another or their family. I promise I will not divulge anything that will negatively impact your family.”

Marysue nodded vigorously, “I agree with Gerald. God knows we both have had enough of that in our own lives.”

Alburet gave them both a warm smile, “My thanks to you both. It worries her a great deal, and for good reason. Are we ready to go?”

With that the group set out for the dungeon at a run as Gerald and Marysue both seemed eager to get it over with quickly. They made short work of all the patrols between them and the village. Gerald was tanking, leaving Tiny a little disgruntled but didn't let it affect his killing of the mobs.

“Okay, same as last time except this time we have two daze effects from Stacia.” Alburet smiled at his love, “So it should be even easier this time. She’ll daze any casters or ranged by preference. If there aren't two or more casters or ranged, she’ll daze a melee. Tiny, any one that Gerald doesn't have or that Stacia hasn't locked down is yours to pick up.”

“Yes, master,” Tiny rumbled, his eyes gleaming.

“As ya wish, master,” Stacia purred from either side of him.

Gerald nodded, “Works. Maybe we can get this done even faster if Tiny is off tanking every fight. Though he might need to sit out a few fights so he can regen his health, since Mary can't heal him.”

“Sounds solid,” Alburet agreed. “Everyone ready?”

Once everyone gave their assent, they entered the portal into the village. Like last time they stuck to the wall and started looking for the two patrols that did circuits next to it. A minute later, as they were rounding one of the huts they encountered the first patrol. The two orcs both stopped dead as both versions of Stacia began to croon a wordless song. Tiny picked up the warg while Gerald waited for the orcs in the hut to come for them.

Alburet, Karen and Fluff jumped the warg with Tiny. Gerald was frowning when the warg died as the mobs inside the hut hadn't come out yet. “What the hell?”

Alburet chuckled, “I think Stacia stopped the patrol from yelling out, which means the alarm hasn't been sounded yet.”

“Ah, well as soon as we pick one of them up it's sure to yell. I guess a little less damage at the start is a good thing,” Gerald replied. “Okay, you all focus down the two orcs here while I pick up the adds as they come around. Whichever succubus isn't engaged with dazing an orc be prepared to pick up any caster or ranged damage dealer.”

Stacia nodded, not stopping her song, while the others all moved in closer to one of the orcs. Alburet pursed his lips, “Wait. If we all line up critical attacks against it maybe it will die before it can yell?”

Karen's eyes went a little wide, “I have a better idea.” She sheathed her blades as she got behind the orc. She then reached out, getting her arms around its neck and applying pressure.

The attack brought the orc out of its daze, but Karen had its air cut off and was applying a carotid artery choke. As the blood flow shut off to its brain, the orc went limp in her arms. Karen held the choke for a few seconds longer and dropped the now unconscious orc.

“And now we can brutalize it for a minute or so until it wakes,” she said, drawing her blades and plunged them both into the orc’s eyes repeatedly.

The others were taken off guard, standing there motionless as the health of the orc vanished under Karen's blades. She stood up, wiping some blood from her face as she looked back at them, “You could have helped.”

Marysue was pale as she turned away, obviously holding back her bile. Gerald shook his head, halfway between awe and fear. Fluffball just looked on in shock, glancing from the body then to Karen and back again. Alburet whistled softly, “Damn, you are vicious.”

Karen shrugged, “It's not like I killed a person. It’s just a mob, after all.”

Bob cackled, “I like her so much. She would make a perfect demon.”

Tiny rumbled, “She would fit in with the Demon Lords and Ladies.”

Finally getting his voice back Gerald spoke up, “So now we all do the next one then find the next patrol and repeat?”

Marysue kept her eyes averted as they did just as Gerald suggested, butchering the last orc. They were just about to move on when the second patrol came around the hut. This time Stacia wasn't prepared and one of the orcs got a warning out.

“I got the adds from the hut,” Gerald yelled.

They fell into the attack pattern they had agreed on before, with Tiny taking the patrol adds while the DPS helped kill them off before switching over to the ones Gerald had.

Once all the mobs were dead and looted Marysue spoke up. “I can't say I liked the whole slaughtering thing, with them being unconscious.”

“Life isn't always pretty, so why should this place be any different?” Karen asked, indifferent to Marysue’s revulsion.

“Mary has a point, that looked more like cold blooded murder than anything,” Gerald added.

Karen laughed, “Well, I am an assassin after all.”

“Come on guys. We have free run of the place now, let's go door to door and see about selling them thin mints,” Alburet said to stop the conversation from devolving more.

“What are these thin mints you keep talking about?” Bob asked, his head tilted slightly.

Fluffball replied to him, “They are a kind of cookie that are sold by young girls on the other world.”

“I don't get it,” Bob said, shaking his head.

Chuckling, Alburet shook his head, “Not everything is going to make sense when we speak of the other world, Bob. This is a culture gap is all, just like I’m sure we won't understand demon society.”

“We done trying to teach the minions irrelevant things?” Gerald asked in irritation, shaking his head, “Onward.”

Bob stuck his tongue out at Gerald's back, earning a snicker from Karen, who winked at the imp.

They proceeded house to house, using Stacia to lock down two adds at a time which made all the trash easy mode. With Gerald tanking and Tiny picking up one to help mitigate damage, nobody else even took any damage.

“This is even easier now,” Marysue commented as they stood before the Chieftain’s hut. “Two succubi makes it really easy.”

Gerald nodded, “Maybe Summoners aren't as useless as so many people think.” He looked Alburet in the eye briefly, “You have made many of our runs much easier, thanks.”

Grin on his lips, Alburet chuckled, “Not a problem. After all, we all want the same thing right? To grow more powerful and see the world.”

Karen snorted, “I want to kill lots of stuff and take their loot.”

The group laughed, as that was what all adventurers really wanted. Though some of them wanted a challenge, to feel like they earned it.

“Okay, we’re going to do this like last time, but with a twist,” Gerald began to explain. “The Chieftain has an area stun and an area interrupt both of which will break the daze effects as Stacia will stop singing. I’m thinking two imps. Use Stacia to lock down one of the healers while you all jump on the second one. Tiny takes the other adds and I take the boss. If he interrupts or stuns to save the shaman, then Stacia switches to the other one as the first will be immune for thirty seconds.”

Gerald paused, lips pursed, before continuing, “Remember, he will use his damage mitigation ability as soon as one shaman hits half life. No idea how long he might pause before shutting Stacia out. If he uses both of his abilities back to back, then Stacia switches over to the other mobs to keep Tiny up as long as possible. Everyone good with this plan?”

Alburet nodded and dismissed the copy of Stacia, then pulled up a second Bob, “Okay Bob, time to shine, my small red friend.”

Both Bobs grinned, showing off their sharp pointy teeth, “I will show you the power of the infernal.”

Everyone gathered around the door, waiting for Alburet to open it so they could rush in. He buffed Tiny then opened the door just a bit. As soon as Alburet opened the door a fraction, Gerald kicked it in, rushing towards the boss. Tiny went in and left, picking up the adds. Fluff and Karen rushed in to the right to get to the shamans as Stacia entered and stepped left, beginning to sing at one of the shamans, causing its eyes to glaze. Alburet went in next, following Fluff, while both Bobs went in and right to start casting at the shaman that wasn't controlled. Marysue entered last, standing in the doorway as she began to cast heals onto Gerald.

About five seconds into the fight the Chieftain used his interrupt, freeing the one shaman from the daze. Stacia switched to the other one as the DPS switched over to the one that was now free of the daze. The switch was done smoothly, they had gotten used to working with each other and were expecting the change.

As soon as the Chieftain noticed his other shaman was now controlled he used his stun ability, which freed the second shaman from the control effect as well as locking down the group. Tiny took a beating as the multiple adds on him took advantage of his being stunned. The Chieftain used his big damage ability, but Gerald had taken advantage of one of the patch additions.  Using the Unbreakable ability, he was able to mitigate much of the damage and avoid losing a huge chunk of his life.

The Chieftain seemed shocked at that development, more so when Gerald came free of the stun with a feral smile on his face. “Not again, you fucker,” Gerald snarled as he slashed with his sword.

Not long after the first shaman went to half life and the Chieftain used his damage shield ability to help them. Alburet took advantage like he did last time to dart across the room to rebuff Tiny, as all damage to the orcs was cut in half. He got back in time for the shield to wear off and as soon as it did Gerald used his area stun to lock down the shamans.

With the shamans locked down and the shield no longer on them, the first shaman fell quickly followed by the second. The damage dealers crossed over to the other adds, taking the one with the shield first while the ranged one got dazed by Stacia.

Less than a minute later all the adds were down and the group focused on the Chieftain. It didn't take them long after that to kill the boss, though he did get one more stun off before the fight was over. Gerald took the damage this time as his mitigation ability was on cooldown, but as he had been at full life before the hit it wasn't life threatening.

The group let out a cheer as the Chieftain finally fell over dead. “That was easier than the first time,” Gerald commented. “Being able to use my mitigation ability during a stun really makes a big difference in my life there. Also, making him use both his interrupt and stun right near the start of the fight made things easier as well.”

“Summoners are the worst, though,” Alburet said sarcastically with a smirk.

Gerald nodded, “Well, flat damage wise you really are, but you make up for it with a lot of utility. Every single fight we’ve done has been made easier either because of the off tank or the crowd control.”

Fluffball chimed in, “People get so caught up looking at raw numbers they sometimes disregard the things that can really make a difference.”

“But I like it raw,” Karen chirped with a wink at Alburet.

Shaking his head. Alburet waited for his loot to pop as Marysue touched the boss. “I got a plus five ring of wisdom,” Marysue said, putting on her new find.

Gerald ended up with chain leggings with five stamina. Fluffball got a single-handed axe with five strength. Karen ended up with a leather coif that gave five to agility. Alburet got leather gloves with intelligence on them.

“Guess I can sell them,” Alburet said, holding up the gloves.

“I'll give you five gold for them,” Marysue said.

He tossed her the gloves and took the gold in return, “Always glad to help a party member.”

Marysue and Gerald thanked them for the group, using their Homestones to return to Stormguard.

Alburet turned to the other two, “It's coming up on time for Fluff to go and Karen needs to turn in the quest, so should we head back to the fort before we break for the night?”

The others agreed and they set out. It didn't take them long to make their way back.  Alburet swapped out the extra Bob for the extra Stacia again to help with the patrols they had to kill on the way. Once they reached the fort, Fluff sold off her loot while Karen went to turn in her quest.

“Thank you for having me,” Fluff said with a smile. “It’s been really nice hunting with you and Stacia. You make me feel very comfortable and safe around you. Well, except for the Romeo quote the first day.”

Alburet chuckled as a smile touched his lips, “It's been great to be around you, Fluff. Seriously, anytime you are on and want to hook up just let us know.”

Stepping over, Stacia gave her a hug, “Ma' will be waitin' for ya whenever ya be ready. I know she can help ya, Fluff. I hope we can meet up again tomorrow.”

Nodding, Fluff took out her Homestone, giving them another bright smile before she vanished. Karen showed up just as Fluff disappeared. “Aww, I was hoping to get another snuggle in first,” Karen said.

“She had stuff to go do. What are your plans?” Alburet asked, a pronounced smirk on his lips.

Shaking her head, Karen cocked her hip to the side, “Well, I’m thinking of getting clean first, then maybe, just maybe, I would consider getting really dirty.”

Stacia slid over to her and nuzzled Karen's neck, “Ya be welcome to join us for the eve.”

Karen snagged Stacia, bending her backwards in a dip as she kissed Stacia passionately. Bob, evidently enjoying the sight, wolf whistled.

“Work that succubus,” Bob said before whistling again.

“You are done for the day, Bob. You as well, Tiny. See you both tomorrow,” Alburet told them.

“Yes, master,” Tiny rumbled, then vanished.

“Spoilsport,” Bob sighed before he also vanished.

Putting Stacia back on her feet, Karen looked over at Alburet, “So how about it, up for another go around with me and your 'maid'?”

“Thought you would never ask,” Alburet said, pulling out his Homestone. “See you at the inn shortly.”

Karen agreed as she vanished, leaving Alburet and Stacia at the fort. “Ready, Kitten?”

“Yes, master,” Stacia said, taking a deep breath. “She can really work up a body.”

The rest of the night was filled with the pleasures of the flesh for each of them. Karen dipped out after two hours, leaving the duo to continue on for a bit longer after she left. By the time sleep claimed them they were thoroughly exhausted and sated. When sleep did claim them, it was with Alburet spooning Stacia with both of them wearing smiles.

Alburet

Human Summoner

Level 17

Strength: 22 (17)

Agility: 22 (17)

Constitution: 30

Intelligence: 54 (24)

Wisdom: 57 (17)

Charisma: 35

Health: 1150

Mana: 1420

Spells:

Demon Skin-Rank 2

Demonic Retribution- Rank 2

Summon Least Imp

Fire Blast- Rank 2

Sap Strength- Rank 2

Demonic Haze

Summon Lesser Destroyer

Demonic Vitality

Fire Burst

Summon Lesser Succubus

Abilities:

Personal Spells

Flame Weapon

Copy

Chapter Eight

“Why, Seamus? Why did this happen?” David sobbed uncontrollably on his friend’s shoulder.

“I don't know,” Seamus did his best to hold himself together for his friend as he looked at Kaylee, who lay with her face turned away from them on the bed. “I promise you I will make the bastard pay. You just do your best to stay strong, for her.” He disengaged his friend and marched out of the room, his anger rising to heights it had never reached before. He was ready to kill the man who had hurt Kaylee, even if it cost him everything he had worked for.

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Alburet jerked awake, panting, his heart rate fast and with sweat covering his body. His eyes scanned the room fast, trying to figure out where he was. Stacia's eyes were round as she quickly set the tray down and hurried over to him.

“Master, are ya okay?”

Letting out a ragged breath, Alburet nodded once, “Just a bad memory, Kitten. I'm fine now.”

Stacia sat down on the bed and hugged him, “Be ya sure, master? Iffin ya want to talk about it I am here.”

Shaking his head, Alburet tightened his arms around her, “No, it's fine. What’s in the past should stay there, we can't change it after all.”

Stacia kissed the top of his head as she rubbed his back, “I have breakfast for us, master. I was thinkin' we might want to sell thin's before we go out huntin' again today.”

He forced a smile to his lips as he reached up to tug her down for a kiss. After a few seconds he broke the kiss so he could get up. “Yeah, we should, Kitten. You seem ready to make a go of it today.”

“Aye, we be huntin' tougher monsters today, then tomorrow me Ma' will have me all day. Tonight though, we go to the castle. Do ya think everythin' will be okay there, master?”

“I'm sure it will be fine, Kitten. Ioaniss will probably just ask me a lot of questions about the book and letter opener and where I found them. I don't see how there could be any real issues.”

Stacia seemed to relax a little as she poured them both coffee. Alburet got dressed and joined her at the table. Once they’d eaten the duo headed out, waving to Erin who was behind the bar as they left. Erin watched them go with a smile on her lips, glad her sister seemed to be doing so well.

They stopped by their usual three shops to sell their loot, chatting briefly with Grimgar and Almira as they sold off the stuff. Just as they were about to leave Grimgar's Weaponry, Grimgar stopped them.

“Alburet, a moment if ye please. Stacia, can ye wait outside?” Grimgar asked with a pleasant smile.

Stacia paused, her brow creasing before she nodded and stepped out of the shop. Alburet turned to face Grimgar with a puzzled expression. “What do you need, Grimgar?”

“Be wonderin' where ye be plannin' to live after ye take Stacia as ye wife. Have ye even considered tha'? I think it be mighty awkward iffin ye try stayin' at the inn more than a day or two after tha' event.”

Shaking his head slowly Alburet replied, “I had not considered that, actually. Hmm, guess I need to start looking around tomorrow when Stacia is with her mom.”

Grimgar coughed once, “Nay, it be fine, do nay worry about it. I just did nay want to step on any toes iffin ye had, lad. Have a good hunt. Also, watch ye back when ye go to the castle later. Them peacocks all have knives ready to stab ye in the back. Bunch of cold blooded jackals that look down on the rest of us.”

Alburet felt warmth touch his chest for a moment before a wave of sadness washed over him. Grimgar had for a moment reminded him of his own father with the concern. Nodding once, Alburet met Grimgar's eyes, “Thank you, sir. I will make sure to keep my head on a swivel when we go up there tonight.”

Alburet joined Stacia outside the shop, taking her arm, “Shall we? I’m thinking of stocking up on a bit more jerky and tea before we head out as we haven't heard from either of the other two yet.”

“Aye, master,” Stacia said, taking his arm. After a few steps she spoke up, “Master, what did Unca Grim wish to speak about?”

“He was asking about a wedding gift, in a roundabout way I think, Kitten. He also wanted to tell me to be wary of the petty politics of the court.”

A bright smile filled Stacia eyes as well as her lips. “Thank ya master. Ya have no idea how happy it makes me to think tha' in a few days we will be as one.”

A feeling of contentment and joy washed over him. “Me too, Stacia. I’m a little shocked at the sheer depth of the feelings I have for you. A little over a week in this world and I have someone I would set the world aflame for.”

A giggle escaped Stacia, “I do nay think I be tha' hot, master.”

A belly laugh escaped him, “Oh, but my dear little fire Kitten, you are indeed.”

They made it to Pablo’s Provisions so they could stock up on travel food. Alburet greeted Pablo, “Hello again, Pablo, I'm back to get more of the fine goods you sell.”

Pablo smiled, “Welcome back. You are the first two-souled to become a repeat customer. Do you need help again or do you want to give it a go yourself this time?”

“I think we will give it a go alone this time, see you in a few with a hefty supply.”

Alburet went around the shop with Stacia, going over what she thought was better. Eventually they ended up with a good two weeks’ worth of jerky and tea for several people. Stacia also had him pick up some rope and other traveling gear.

“So, these camp tokens are good for a dozen uses and will make sure you aren't attacked while in the wilds?” Alburet asked, trying to take in what Stacia was saying.

“Aye, they be essential iffin we ever stay out in the wilds. The tent be another thin, but it comes stocked with a bedroll when ya use it, also good for a dozen night’s sleep.”

“Another money sink,” Alburet muttered, but still liking the way the devs had set it up for people to camp in the wilds if they wanted to.

“Okay Pablo, all of this if you don't mind,” Alburet said as they placed it all on the counter.

Pablo's grin widened, “Now that is a good haul. Let’s see what it comes out to. With the rope and sundries, it will come out to a little short of three gold.”

Alburet placed three gold into Pablo's hand, “Sold and keep the change. Stacia, help me pack all of this away please.”

Shaking his head slightly, Pablo put the gold away, “You are generous.”

“As a two-souled adventurer I can always get more coin easily enough,” Alburet replied as they packed the stuff into his bag. “Besides, I don't know how many of the other two-souled come by here.”

“I had a Lunari buy some things from me just the other day. Other than her you’re the only other two-souled I've seen.”

“Since the rest of my kind hasn't started visiting you yet it behooves me to be an ambassador, as it were. More will stop buy in the future but many of them won't be as generous, so I do what I can to make up for it now.”

Laughing, Pablo shook his head, “I won't turn down free coin. I wish you a pleasant day.”

Saying their goodbyes, the couple left the shop. “Ya are always so generous, master,” Stacia murmured as they headed for the portal guild.

“As I told Pablo, the coin is easy enough to come by, so why not spread a little extra happiness around? I wonder when Karen and Fluff will be on so we can do this thing. We also should put more coin on our travel accounts.”

At the portal guild, they found the lobby mostly empty. Only a handful of people were lounging in the waiting area, probably waiting for their friends to show up. Alburet led Stacia over to the desk where Kim was sitting.

“Hey Kim, how’s business?” Alburet asked with a genuine smile.

Kim looked up from the book she was reading, a smile coming to her as well. “Hello, Alburet. Business is good, I think. I don't handle the accounts so I can't say for certain, all I do is add coin for people.”

“Well, then you are the person we need to see. I want to add thirty gold to my portal account, and thirty gold to Stacia’s account as well.”

Nodding, Kim replied, “Hold your portal stone above that clear spot in front of you. While you do that, hand me the coin please.”

As soon as he handed the coin across to Kim the stone he was holding over the clear quartz sheet glowed. “There you are, thirty gold added to your account,” Kim said.

“That is so quick and easy, nice,” Alburet stepped aside as he handed Stacia thirty gold. “You’re up, Kitten.”

Stacia repeat the process, stepping back as she put her stone away, “Thank ya, Miss Kim.”

Shaking her head, Kim let out a small laugh, “No need for the Miss. You always seem to be with Alburet these days. Is he a good person to be around?”

Stacia's smile become broad as she took Alburet's arm. “Aye, the best. I be blessed to be part of his life.”

“Even though he’s a two-souled? Most of them don't seem to be the best of people.” Kim asked the question simply, obviously not meaning any offense.

“Aye, he is nay like most of them. He has always treated everyone the same regardless, be they normal folk like us or other two-souled. His friends be much the same as well.”

“As I thought then. I hope your hunting today is pleasant and profitable.” Kim gave them another smile.

“Question, how is Rolland doing? Now that we aren't being escorted to the runes I haven't seen him,” Alburet asked.

“Oh yeah, most of them are busy powering the runes behind the scenes now. I'll let him know you asked after him if you want.”

“Please do, he helped me out of a situation awhile back plus he was always pleasant to speak to.” Alburet put two gold on the counter, “Have a good day reading your book.” With a parting smile he led Stacia towards the stairs.

“Master,” Stacia began as they moved away, “are we going ahead of the others?”

“I figure we can use the rune and if they don't show soon we can see about the single wandering gnolls Karen mentioned.” No sooner had he finished speaking when the guild icon lit up. Chuckling, he tapped it to see the message.

Fluffball:

I'm headed to the portal guild now, if anyone is ready to go.

As he pulled out his stone to reply another message appeared.

Karen:

Just about to reach the guild myself, so I'll wait for you in the lobby, Fluff. Now where is our lazy bones leader?

Stacia:

You didn't call him lazy last night, Karen. Besides, we’re headed up the stairs. We will wait for you at the rune room.

Karen:

Fine, be that way. I'll bring Fluff up with me. See you two in a bit.

Not seeing a need to reply now, Alburet put his Guildstone away. “Well, it seems the band is going to be back together soon. Let's find the right portal room and wait for them.”

Finding the room marked, Gnoll Encampments, they waited for a few minutes. Fluff and Karen came down the hall towards them, chatting as they did.

“Morning, ladies,” Alburet hailed them. “You ready for more of a challenge today?”

Karen bounced down the hall, “Hell yeah. Little worried about Tiny holding up with the big groups, but we should be fine, right?”

Fluffball nodded as she reached them, “I think I am ready.”

Something seemed a little off about Fluff so Alburet asked her gently, “You okay?”

Shaking her head as though clearing it of some lingering thoughts, she gave him a small smile, “Yes, sorry. My talk with Lilith last night wasn't what I expected and it’s had me thinking ever since. She asked me to come speak with her again tonight once we’re done hunting.”

“Ma' be able to be helpin' ya, then?”

“Yes, Stacia. I didn't expect what she did but it is helping me, I think. After tonight hopefully I will have a better idea of how and why.”

“Glad to hear it,” Alburet said before motioning towards the door, “shall we go?”

They all stepped into the room and onto the rune on the floor there. They found themselves at the gates of a fort slightly larger than the one in the orc lands. The four guards at the gates nodded to them in greeting.

“The two-souled finally made it out here again, it’s been awhile,” one of them muttered.

“We might not be able to handle the monsters here yet, but we are here to give it a try,” Karen replied to the mutterer. “Does the sergeant on duty have the quests for this area?”

The mutterer stood up straight, “Yes, ma'am.”

“Thank you,” Karen replied as the group walked into the fort.

This fort had four buildings in the courtyard. At the smithy, a female elf was hammering a sword into shape. Another building had a sign declaring it a provisions store. Next was a place called the Gnoll's Head, which looked like a small inn. Last was a stable, where a one-armed man was grooming a horse.

Alburet whistled in appreciation, “Looks like they start getting a little more self-sufficient. The inn will make it possible to stay out of the city longer when you reach high level areas.”

“That was the idea,” Fluff added. “Though, if this was reality you would think the inverse would really be true. The further out you went the smaller the defensive locations and fewer frills.”

“Yeah, like forward base camps going towards enemy territory,” Karen mused. “Alpha World being what it is, though, means it makes more sense this way.”

“We sold everything we needed to before leaving town. You two got free bag space?” Alburet asked.

They both assured him they did. With that out of the way, the party trooped into the main fort building. The first big room held a single desk with a sergeant behind it. The blonde haired human female looked up at them as they approached. Alburet noted the touch of grey to her hair as well as the numerous small scars on her hands and face.

“The two-souled finally make their way back to us,” her voice was a bell touched with a hint of husk, like a long-time smoker. “You looking for the quests I can give you?”

“Yes, ma'am,” Alburet said, snapping a salute to her. “We are Alpha Company, ma'am. We are here to help as much as we can.”

The sergeant glanced at the emblems they each wore on their left breast. “You formed a guild?  Well, maybe you won't be a complete loss then if you can think ahead. Clear out fifty gnolls for one of my tasks, clear five encampments for another and if you’re really suicidal, kill their Head Shaman in the cave system in their territory.”

Quest: Kill fifty gnolls

Reward: Twenty gold and increased rep with Stormguard guards

Quest: Clear five encampments of gnolls

Reward: Thirty gold and increased rep with Stormguard guards

Quest: Kill the Head Shaman of the gnolls

Reward: Fifty gold and an item from the Quartermaster stores.

Alburet smiled, “We will gladly do the first two right away, but for the last we shall have to enlist some aid. We’ll complete all of them as soon as we can, ma'am.”

The sergeant nodded, “Dismissed then, Alpha Company.”

Alburet and Karen snapped off salutes, followed a beat later by Fluffball and Stacia. Turning, they walked out of the fort. “Well, she seems like an old warhorse, doesn't she?” Karen chuckled.

“Someone who came up the ranks, I would say,” Alburet agreed. “Probably loved and feared by her men.”

As they walked out the gates, Alburet looked at the trees growing in the distance. “I take it they live out there?”

“Yes,” one of the guards said. “Gnolls love their trees and caves.”

“Okay, then,” Alburet said with pursed lips as he studied the trees for a second. “Guess we get this show on the road.” He summoned Tiny and Bob to his side, noting the guards tensing slightly as the demons appeared. “Gnolls today guys. You ready for it?”

“Yes, master,” Tiny rumbled.

Bob just nodded his head, “Sure thing, master.”

Karen chuckled, “So excited today, Bob. Can ya say that any more monotone?”

Bob swiveled his head to meet Karen's eyes, “Sure thing, sexy.” The words came out flat and lifeless.

Snorting, Alburet shook his head, “Wow. Okay then. Let's get moving, shall we?”

The group set off at a trot towards the tree line. Once they reached it Alburet had Stacia shift into her demon form then copied her. “Okay. We have the band all together, let's see what we can do. Karen, let's start with a solo gnoll first, okay?”

Karen sighed deeply, “Fine, we can play it safe.” She led the group to the area she could remember from beta. They walked for a few minutes before coming to an obvious trail. Karen nodded. “Okay, this should be one of the paths. We just hunker down here and wait for a Gnoll Wanderer to come by. I'll be up in the tree waiting to ambush it. Try to stay back a bit so you don't get spotted right away.”

The others fell back a few feet, hiding behind the trees and waited. It was a bit boring until they heard something coming. Alburet peeked out from behind his tree to see what gnolls were like in this game. He blinked at the creature he saw coming down the path. It wasn’t quite what he’d thought it would be.

The Gnoll Wanderer looked like a weird cross between a hyena and a Lunari, with what looked like green fur and tentacles coming off its back. It was hyena like in facial structure, with the snout and fur markings associated with the animal but stood hunched over on its hind feet and had sharp claws at the ends of its fingers. As it got closer, Alburet saw that the tentacles and green fur were actually plants, a green fuzz like mold and vines that waved gently as it walked, growing in the dirt and mud plastered on the beast’s back. Even hunched over, the beast was over six feet tall.

Still trying to wrap his mind around what he was seeing, he failed to notice the guild icon blinking. He was surprised when the gnoll grunted and went to one knee as Karen appeared with her blades gashing its scalp as she ambushed it.

A second later the others rushed out to join her in attacking the level 20 Gnoll Wanderer, currently at 1300/1600 health thanks to Karen’s attack. Just as the others were about to reach it, it spoke in a guttural tongue. Alburet started forward to join his friends, when they were suddenly held in place by vines that shot out of the ground to entangle their feet.

The gnoll let out a barking laugh, exactly like a hyena, as it backed away from Karen and began to speak again. Seeing that the creature was a caster, Alburet stopped just outside the area of entanglement and began to cast his Fire Blast.

“The entanglement lasts for about ten seconds and he can recast it five seconds after that, so be ready to rush him again,” Karen shouted as she strained at the vines. “It takes a high strength to break these fuckers otherwise.”

Fluffball strained at the vines holding her as well, the vines flexing but not breaking as she tried to break free. “I think I'm just short of the requirement to break them,” Fluff said as she eased off straining against them, waiting to rush forward as the Fire Blast from Alburet hit the patch holding her right leg.

The vines withered and fell away as the fire hit them, “Bob, aim for the vines.” Alburet called out as he prepared another attack.

“Can't,” Bob said, causing Alburet to take stock of his imp. Bob was completely wrapped, his short body was only leg high to the rest of them after all.

“Wow, that sucks,” Alburet noted before tossing his next Fire Blast onto the vines holding Fluff's other leg. “Go get him, Fluff.”

Fluff let out a growl as she ran at the gnoll, who had just finished another spell. A dark cloud rose up in the area where the group was held by the vines. Alburet heard his friends start to cough as their health bars began to dip from the AoE attack. Fluff came out of the cloud coughing a few feet away from the gnoll, who began to back up again.

Silently cursing, Alburet started around the area of the cloud as Fluff wiped her eyes clear. “Fluff, looks like you and me for a few. You are the tank.”

Fluff nodded once as she targeted the Gnoll Wanderer and charged as it began to speak again. Alburet rushed forward, skirting the area affected by the spell. Fluff launched herself the last few feet, letting out a leonine roar as she brought her axes around at the gnoll. The gnoll froze in terror, which interrupted its spell. Fluffball’s axes hit it, carving off some of its life but also canceling the fear effect on it.

Alburet was aware of his friends in the cloud beginning to move out of it while coughing as he closed the distance to help Fluff. “We’ll need a new plan for the next one we attack,” he called out as he rushed to Fluff's aid.

Fluff hacked at the gnoll, but it turned so her blades mostly hit the dirt and plants on its back. A burst of green filled the air around her, making Fluffball retch as she inhaled the pollen. The gnoll laughed again as it retreated further down the path.

The others had recovered from the coughing fit and the cloud had vanished, allowing them to start moving towards the target. Alburet passed by Fluff, hoping she would be okay as she vomited and her life dropped some. He closed on the gnoll, bringing his axe around on it.

The gnoll turned its back fully to the attack. Alburet held his breath and closed his eyes as the axe struck. He heard a howl of pain as he sidestepped, hoping to clear the green burst he expected.

He opened his eyes after a few feet, and not seeing any cloud, he took a deep breath as the gnoll backed away from him with a snarl on its face.

“No cloud from your hit, it seems the fire on your axe burned off the spores,” Karen said as she went by Alburet.

“Ah, cool,” he muttered as he joined in as the group all reached the gnoll who was casting another spell.

“Entanglement coming in,” Tiny rumbled as he dropped his shield and axe and grabbed at the gnoll. Vines shot up out of the ground wrapping around their legs as Tiny wrapped his arms around the gnoll. “Got him, master.” Tiny's arms were straining to hold the gnoll in place as it thrashed in his grasp.

“I'll free you all,” Bob said from outside the entanglement area as he began to cast Fire Blasts at the vines holding their legs, starting with Tiny. “Tiny, drag it over to Karen.”

Fluff came to a stop next to Bob, her eyes red, “I want to kill that thing for making me throw up in here. That was just wrong.”

Bob cackled as he tossed another bolt, freeing Tiny, “Have to wait for the vines to go away first.”

It took a bit for Bob to free them, while the gnoll bit at Tiny's shoulder, causing him to lose a little life with each bite. It was over shortly after though, the gnoll got sliced apart by Karen just as the entanglement faded.

The group let out a sigh of relief as they gathered around the corpse. “Okay, I don't remember them being that hard,” Karen said a little sheepishly.

“Glad we didn't go for an encampment right away now,” Alburet chuckled.

“Yeah,” Fluff muttered as she wiped at her mouth again.

Alburet handed her some tea, “Here Fluff. Rinse and spit.”

Fluff did that as Karen looted the corpse, “Huh. It gave me a spring vine as loot. Maybe for an alchemist?”

“Probably,” Alburet replied, “Need to see about getting some health potions anyway. We can check when we get back to the city, I guess.”

“Okay,” Karen said as she put the vine away. “So, what plan did you want to go with next time?”

Alburet let his lips curl up into an evil smile, “I'm glad you asked.”

A bit later the group was crouched further down the trail, waiting for the next Gnoll Wanderer to come by. After a bit of waiting the sound of another mob could be heard. Alburet could feel his excitement of the coming attack building as another minute went by before he heard Stacia begin her wordless song. The others piled out of the trees to find the Wanderer standing there in a daze while Stacia stepped towards the gnoll slowly, singing as she did.

Tiny put away his shield and axe as he came up on the gnoll’s side. Alburet and Bob started their Fire Blasts in tandem. Once they were ready they tossed them in unison as well. Both fires hit the gnoll in the back, setting the green moss and vines on its back aflame. The damage broke the daze effect, but as the gnoll let out a howl Tiny wrapped it in his arms and held it in place. As soon as Tiny had it Karen and Fluffball laid into it with their weapons, taking small chunks of its life away with each hit. Alburet went forward to join them with his axe and shortly afterward the gnoll died.

“That certainly cheeses the fights,” Alburet chuckled. “Daze plus holding it in place. It might have been able to use the spores on its back to break the hold if we hadn’t killed them first.”

Fluffball snorted, “Those things sucked, I’m glad they burned.”

“Glad I noticed them igniting from Alburet’s weapon last time and then they didn’t go off on me after he’d hit the gnoll in the back. Or it would have been worse, am I right?” Karen added.

“I haven’t hit anything yet,” Tiny rumbled.

“I don’t recall these things having the black cloud of coughing or the spore attack. I wonder what else has changed in the encampments,” Karen murmured with a thoughtful expression.

“We know we can easily take the singles if we cheese them like we just did. Let’s go look at an encampment and see what that’ll entail for us.” Alburet suggested to the others, who looked a little apprehensive before agreeing.

They set off down the trail that Karen thought would led them to an encampment. A few minutes later the trees started to thin and a couple of tents could be seen just off the trail ahead. Stepping off the trail and into the tree line, the group gathered together. “Okay, so before, there would have been a healer, a spell casting damage dealer and two melee in these camps with occasional wanderers adding in. Since they changed the abilities of the Wanderers we don’t know what these guys might have. Before, the Gnoll Spiritualist healed and removed debuffs, the Soul Render did straight up dark damage as well as having a damage over time spell that could stack up damage, and the Claws applied a bleed as well as being able to stun.” Karen looked at the others, “Now though, that might all have changed.”

“We have two succubi,” Alburet smirked at Stacia and her double, “so we can lock down two of whatever’s in the camp. I think we should kill the melee first while Stacia keeps the potential difficult ones controlled.”

“What if a Wanderer comes into the camp?” Fluff asked.

“If that happens, Stacia will drop the Soul Render and daze the Wanderer instead. Anyone else have questions or concerns?”

“How good was round two last night?” Bob asked with a snicker, “Who won, Karen or Stacia?”

Shaking his head, Alburet bopped Bob on the head, “Bad imp.” Looking over at Fluff to apologize, he was a little puzzled to see that she was only a very light shade of pink. “Sorry about Bob’s comments, Fluff.”

“No, it’s okay,” Fluff replied shaking her head slightly, her brow furrowed. “I don’t seem as embarrassed about it. Weird.”

“Ah, it means Ma’ really is able to help ya,” Stacia said, one of her bodies giving Fluff a pat on the back. “Means ya might well be makin’ head way on ya issues.”

Karen and Alburet exchanged a glance before looking back at the still thoughtful Lunari. “Anyway,” Alburet finally said, “since no other pertinent questions are forthcoming let’s do this thing.”

“It was pertinent,” Bob muttered, “I really wanted to know, so it was pertinent to me.”

“I guess we can set the tents on fire and see what comes out,” Alburet suggested, ignoring Bob’s reply. The others didn’t have any better ideas and the only other option was to walk into the encampment.

Alburet studied the set up for a moment longer, two tents with a fire pit between them. The tents were hide lashed to poles, more teepee than tent. The trail ran right into the camp and then out the other side. Alburet nodded to Bob and they began casting their Fire Bolts in tandem then tossed them onto a tent each. The sound of the gnolls yammering in excitement started up almost instantly as the hides caught fire. Two gnolls came rushing out each tent, two Gnoll Claws from one and a Gnoll Spiritualist and Gnoll Soul Render out of the other.

Tiny went charging in at the Claws while Stacia dazed both spell casters. Fluff was two steps behind Tiny as he ran in, while Karen was a shimmer that followed along behind her. Alburet left Bob casting his Fire Bolts to chase after the others while both Stacias stood next to Bob, singing their songs. Tiny hit each of the Gnoll Claws before switching back to the first one, blocking one attack while taking the other three.

Alburet winced watching Tiny’s health dip from that attack, rushing forward to get the heal he had onto Tiny. Fluff paused, waiting for Tiny to hit his target again before she attacked it as well. Karen popped into view as her blades hit the gnoll from behind, easily out-aggroing Tiny and making it spin on her. Tiny taunted the gnoll back to him, allowing the second Claw hit him again and stacking more bleeds onto Tiny.

Alburet got there and slapped the vitality buff on Tiny, hoping it would help keep him up longer. The bleed damage was adding up, as well as the raw damage from the hits. After getting the buff on Tiny, Alburet slid around the side and got a better view of the two gnolls they were fighting. The Gnoll Claws didn’t have the plant growth on their backs nor were they hunched, standing at their full seven-foot height. They were not using weapons, instead using their namesake claws which looked razor sharp as they sliced at Tiny again.

Tiny was only able to block two of the four attacks. Fluff was able to parry one with one axe, while attacking with the other. One more stack of the bleed effect got through, adding to those already on him.

“I’ll focus on stopping this one from getting hits on Tiny,” Fluff said, shifting so she could have the chance to parry both attacks.

Alburet finally got his axe into play, slashing into the one Tiny was focused on. The axe hit the gnoll square in its chain covered back, still doing close to 200 damage. With Tiny’s hits, Karen using both blades on it, Bob’s Fire Bolts and now Alburet adding in his attacks, the gnoll was dying quickly. The problem was that at least one attack routinely got through, adding another stack of the bleed on Tiny. By the time the first melee mob died, Tiny was at half life and hurting badly even with the heal over time on him due to the number of bleeds he had.

“Fluff, lock this thing down,” Alburet called out, “you should have enough strength to do it.” As he called out to her he slapped a Sap Strength onto the gnoll to help her as well.

Fluff dropped her axes and put the gnoll into a full nelson from behind. As the gnoll’s arms came up, Karen slid both blades into its neck while Tiny dropped his shield and axe to slide around next to Fluff. He reached over and grabbed the gnoll, as she was struggling to hold it.

“I have it, Fluffball. You can attack again.” Tiny rumbled as Fluff’s grip slipped, but by then Tiny had it firmly in hand.

They all piled onto it while Tiny held it. Alburet saw that even Tiny had to strain to keep the gnoll in place for them. Once it dropped, Alburet hit Tiny with another Demonic Vitality as the bleeds had finally dropped off. “You okay for another minute, Stacia?” Alburet asked. Stacia nodded and kept singing.

“Okay. Take a second get your health up Tiny, before we grab the Soul Render,” Alburet said. They moved over to the next target ready to ambush it with high alpha damage.

They waited for the buff to wear off Tiny and Alburet to reapply it. Once he had, they all hit the Soul Render pulling easily half its life off as the daze broke. No sooner had they done so than vines sprang up around them, locking them into place as a Wanderer made itself known at the edge of the encampment. The Stacia who had just finished her daze effect targeted the new enemy and sung to it, dazing it as the group focused on the Soul Render.

The Soul Render got a DoT spell onto Tiny before he was cut down. The DoT was outstripping the heal that Tiny had, taking a decent chunk of life away as it ticked. That was the only spell it got off though before it was cut down by the group.

“Wanderer first?” Karen asked.

“No, it just added. Let’s get the Spiritualist first,” Alburet said as he reapplied Vitality on Tiny as the DoT finally ran off. They got themselves around the next target with Alburet behind it as the Spiritualist, like the Wanderer, had plant growth on its back. When everyone was ready he attacked first. His flaming axe hit it square in the back, setting the plant growth on fire as the others all sliced into it. That initial attack took close to half its life off.

It let out a scream and a very bright flash of light erupted from it. The group all reacted with various yells as they were temporarily blinded. As they waited for their vision to clear, Fluffball let out a leonine yowl. As their vision came back, blurry, they saw the Spiritualist cowering in place. They all swung at the huddled gnoll. The hits put it down to a fraction of life, while also ending the fear effect that Fluff had affected it with.

They cut it down before it could get another spell off, then paused for a second. “Good to know that one has a blind effect,” Alburet said as they moved over to the Wanderer and quickly dealt with it as they had the ones they’d attacked earlier.

“That shows we can do the encampments if we play it safe,” Karen said as the group looted the bodies.

Altogether they found a chain coif, two spring vines and a handful of silver. With the experience under their belts they headed off towards the next camp.

They spent the next three hours going from camp to camp, killing off the gnolls. After that they wandered into the woods, finding a spot to take a break. Once they found a good spot Alburet dismissed the double Stacia as she reverted back to her human guise. He handed out tea and jerky to Fluff, Karen and Stacia before seating himself.

“This is going okay. Grats on your levels, Fluff and Karen,” Alburet raised his tea to them. “They are giving good XP, probably because they’re higher level than us.”

“Well yeah, they should right?” Karen agreed, “A few minor hiccups in the early going but now we have our feet under us.”

“Once we figured out to burn the plant life off the caster’s backs it got easier,” Fluff added as she chewed her jerky. “Tiny seems to take a beating with the groups.”

“I am fine,” came Tiny's rumbled reply. “I can take anything that needs to be done.”

Shaking his head, Bob cut in, “Stupid, you’ve been under a quarter life, multiple times, because of the bleeds stacking on you.”

“Doesn't matter. I live only to protect the master.”

“You can't protect him if you’re dead, you giant oaf,” Bob snapped. “You need to think more about stopping the damage from stacking on you and less standing there like a lump.”

“Woah, Bob, calm down,” Alburet cut in. “He is right to a degree though, Tiny. Once you have a good solid lead on aggro focus more on defense, please.”

“As master wishes,” Tiny rumbled, sitting there with the same placid expression on his ugly mug.

Bob harrumphed, turning away from Tiny, “I’ll be more useful once you unlock the spell that makes me stronger. Only being able to do a little over twenty damage a go is just sad at this level.”

“It is one of the reasons Summoners are thought of as weak,” Stacia added softly. “We know better, Bob. Once ya gain more power and the master upgrades ya, then ya will do a lot more damage.”

“Damn right,” Bob said puffing out his chest, liking the thought of being more powerful. “Monsters will fear the name of Bob the Mighty.”

Karen snorted as she bit back her laughter, which got her a sharp-eyed glance from Bob. “Sorry, had a frog in my throat,” Karen said with a cough, her lips trembling as she hid her smile.

“Summoners can upgrade their minions?” Fluff asked Stacia.

“Aye. Da' told me about the tough decisions he had to make back when he was hunting with the others. Take a new ability for him, or upgrade one of his minions. I wonder just what the choices are. Da’ never said just what he gave up to make his minions stronger,” Stacia said before popping the last of her jerky into her mouth.

“He’ll have to give up different abilities to upgrade you guys?” Karen asked, interested.

“Aye, according' to Da' that is,” Stacia snuggled into Alburet's side. “I do nay worry as master will do what is best for us as a group.”

Alburet chewed his lip for a second at this information, “Guess I should talk to Stewart and see if he can clue me in ahead of time. If that’s true though, it really means making my minions more powerful or me more powerful which is going to be a rough balancing act.”

“Your gloves let you keep up the damage, though,” Fluff pointed out. “At this point you’re more melee than caster because of them.”

“Point,” Alburet conceded, “I don't really blame people for calling my class weak. My single target spell does minimal damage and my area of effect spell hurts everyone except my minions, which is just fucked up.”

“On a different topic,” Karen said, looking over at Fluffball, “how did you get word to Mindblown to help me get in?”

Fluffball looked away, her cheeks only lightly pink, “I just know someone there is all, no biggie.”

“Hmm,” Alburet interrupted to help Fluff out, “think we should put in two cents for the duo?”

“Marysue and Gerald?” Fluff asked, getting a nod in return. “I already did. It seems Marysue was on the list already but they didn't have Gerald on it. Once I pointed out how tied together they were, the person I talked to said they would see about adding him in, but it means one of the people they already asked needs to decline.”

“See, that’s what I am talking about, right?” Karen pointed out. “Just who do you know to have that much input?”

Fluff looked around nervously, “Umm, well... I know the head of the art team there. She’s a very nice person. Please don't tell anyone else.”

Karen's smile became sharp, “Oh? Does this mean you’ve done some work for them?”

Fluff gulped, her eyes darting about rapidly as she fidgeted in place, and began to groom her ears. “Well... the thing is...”

“Fluff,” Alburet said softly, catching her eye with a soft smile, “it's okay. You don't have to tell us anything. If you do, we will keep it to ourselves.”

Karen's lips compressed slightly but she nodded, “I agree. I’m just interested in what you’ve done before. I know you have a hard time with people, but I want to know a bit more about you. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

Fluff looked up, meeting Karen's eyes before she gave a very small nod, “Okay.” Taking a deep breath while she closed her eyes, Fluff spoke in a very soft tone, “I did the work for the cafe we went to, when we celebrated forming the guild.”

Alburet smiled, “That place is awesome, Fluff. You did great work there.”

“Wait, you did that cafe? Wow, it really is well done, Fluff,” Karen added with sincerity.

Fluff opened her eyes, looking at them to see if they were telling the truth. Seeing only open and honest smiles she went red as she stammered and turned her face away. “Oh... it... was nothing.”

Stacia piped up, “It is a very nice place. But how did ya have a hand in it? Tha' place has been there since I was a kid.”

The trio all blinked as they all looked at Stacia, before Alburet spoke up. “That is a very good question actually, and I don't know if we can answer that.”

“Err, yeah,” Karen said as she tried to think of how to explain the concept of the entire world being a game to Stacia.

“My soul is old,” Fluff said softly. “Before I was in this form my soul drifted around this world helping those who needed inspiration for things. I helped a few people with the ideas behind the things they built. My soul then went to the other world and I live there now. I visit here in this form, now.”

“Ah. Well, it be a very nice place. I be glad ya helped with it,” Stacia said, taking Fluff’s explanation with all seriousness.

“Thank you, Stacia,” Fluff said as she stood up and brushed off her pants. “Shall we get back to slaughtering gnolls?”

The group all got to their feet and set off for the closest encampment. As they went, Alburet winked at Fluff, mouthing the words to thank her. He would never have considered what she said as a possible explanation.

The next four hours were a continuation of the previous hunt. The only difference was Tiny dying once due to bleeds stacking high enough to negate the Vitality buff. Alburet's old +2 intelligence ring also broke during the fighting, which he shrugged off as it didn't make much difference to him. When they called a halt because Alburet and Stacia had to get back to the city, Alburet had leveled to eighteen.

“Tomorrow Stacia is going to be with her mom all day. As such, I think gnolls are not going to be a thing. The day after that we’ll be a little busy with something else as well. Maybe you two can hook up and hunt together, which might help you catch up a bit.”

Karen glanced at Fluff, “You want to hunt with me the next two days, Fluff?”

Fluff nodded, “It should be fun. It will be different without Tiny there to hold things for us.”

Tiny rumbled, “Be safe. I want to see you both alive again.”

“Yeah, it would be a waste if you two hotties died,” Bob added with a wink.

Shaking his head, Alburet dismissed his demons, “We’re done for the next two days guys, go home and enjoy yourselves.”

“Yes, master,” Tiny rumbled before he vanished.

“Such a waste. I won't be able to see the women if you don't summon me. Oh well, guess I can see about hunting up a succubus for a spot of fun,” Bob vanished as well.

“Ladies, have a good couple of days. If anything changes I'll use the Guildstone and let you know.” Alburet said, giving them both quick hugs.

“Okay, see you later,” Karen replied before using her Homestone and vanishing.

“Have a good couple of days,” Fluff said as she held her Homestone. “Err, and thanks for being my friend.” She vanished as well.

“We headin' back to clean up and get ready, master?”

“Yeah, but no fun times in the bath as we don't know when the carriage will show,” Alburet said as they both used their Homestones.

As they appeared in the graveyard Stacia pouted, “Tha' will nay be as much fun, but as the master wishes.”

Chuckling, he slapped her ass, “Go get the bath ready, Kitten.” He watched her hurry off into the inn as he followed behind, admiring the view.

Alburet

Human Summoner

Level 18

Strength: 23 (18)

Agility: 23 (18)

Constitution: 30

Intelligence: 52 (7)

Wisdom: 63 (18)

Charisma: 35

Health: 1200

Mana: 1530

Spells:

Demon Skin-Rank 2

Demonic Retribution- Rank 2

Summon Least Imp

Fire Blast- Rank 2

Sap Strength- Rank 2

Demonic Haze- Rank 2

Summon Lesser Destroyer

Demonic Vitality

Fire Burst

Summon Lesser Succubus

Abilities:

Personal Spells

Flame Weapon

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Chapter Nine

Alburet tugged at the jacket, straightening it while Stacia put her red dress on. He admired her determination to put on the overly complicated dress, helping her with the ties in the back when asked.

“It looks good on you, Kitten. It really complements your hair,” he complimented her as she finally finished with the dress. “Now for hair?”

Stacia smirked at him and closed her eyes. Her brow furrowed slightly as if in concentration. Alburet blinked as her hair shifted and became an elaborate coiffure piled on top of her head. She placed a hand gently on it while using her other to slide two thin metal spikes into it at opposite angles.

“Aye, now I be ready, master,” Stacia beamed at his raised eyebrows. “That just be part of me innate succubus magic.”

“Anything else I should know about it?” Alburet asked, curious now as to what else she could do.

Smirking, she closed her eyes and concentrated again. Her hair shimmered, going from red to blonde. “I can make sure ya never get bored of the same woman. I can even shift me form a touch, too. Nay in this dress though or it will take forever to get it to lay righ' again.”

Alburet shook his head, “Dear gods, that is going to take some getting used to.”

Stacia concentrated again, shifting her hair back to its normal vibrant red. “I tested it a little before getting breakfast this morn. It is somethin' Ma' told me about while ya was back on the other world.”

He presented his arm to her, “Well, my soon to be bride, shall we?”

Taking his arm Stacia smiled softly, “Aye, master of me heart and soul.”

They went down the stairs together arm in arm, pausing when they got to the bottom of the stairs. The room had gone silent as everyone caught sight of the couple. Alburet felt his lips twitch up. “Pardon us, gentlemen and ladies. We will not interrupt your drinking for long.”

Alistern blinked as his daughter in an exquisite gown seemed to float along next to Alburet. She turned her head to smile broadly at her father as she stayed in perfect step with Alburet. Stewart had been waiting by the main door and opened it for them as they approached, then followed them out.

“Be on your guard up there, Alburet. Those peacocks will test your patience.” Stewart warned him softly while the footman for the carriage opened the door for them.

“Grimgar told me the same thing, Stewart. Rest assured I will be careful,” he replied just as softly before helping Stacia into the carriage. “No idea when we’ll return, so don't feel a need to wait up.”

Stewart chuckled once, “No promise.”

The footman shut the door, going around the back of the carriage and climbing onto the running board in the back, before ringing a small bell. The driver nodded to Stewart before starting the vehicle moving, “Good night to you, sir.”

Stewart watched them go, his lips pursed in thought as the carriage went down the street at a steady, if sedate, pace. “Maybe he is the right choice for her, after all,” he mused to no one before heading back into the inn. When he opened the door, the only topic of conversation was Alburet and Stacia in their fine clothes and where they might be going. Stewart was soon surrounded by a few of the older patrons wanting to know more.

Alburet sat across from Stacia, not wanting to ruin the way the dress lay. He took time to just drink in the sight of the beauty across from him while she seemed to do the same to him. He watched as she kept folding then refolding her hands.

“Nervous, Kitten?”

“Aye, it never been in me head tha' we would be ever goin' to the castle, master. Even when ya talked to Vladimir about it, it seemed nay real. Now here we be in fine clothes and in a carriage on our way.” She bit her lip slightly, “I be worryin' I will embarrass ya.”

He leaned forward, laying his hand on hers as he met her eyes. “You will never embarrass me, Kitten. I am proud to have you by my side. No matter what anyone there says, you are the most perfect woman I could ever have hoped to meet.”

Stacia turned her face away from him her cheeks flushed, “Even though I be a demon now?” She obviously still held some fear that he would reject her.

He tightened his hand on hers, making her look at him. “I love all of you, Stacia. You could be half goat and I would still love you as much as I currently do. I fell for the woman who brazenly threw herself at me, refusing to take no for an answer. The fact your race has changed does not change who you are at heart. So please, put your fear behind you. I will not reject you or send you away from me.”

Stacia sniffled her eyes wet, “Ya always make me love ya more.” She hurriedly wiped away the single tear that escaped her eye and sniffled again. “This is bad. I do nay have a handkerchief.”

Alburet handed her one from his belt pouch, “Always try to be prepared.”

Stacia smiled gratefully as she dabbed the tears from her eyes and gently blew her nose. She carefully folded the handkerchief before handing it back to him. “Thank ya, master,” she said as he took it and put it away.

“Of course, my precious Kitten. Now get your smile back in place. We have to make a good impression.”

The rest of the trip was in silence as the carriage wound its way to the castle. Eventually the carriage came to a stop. Alburet waited for the door, but a moment later the carriage started forward again.

“Ah, must have been the first gate,” Alburet muttered.

Stacia leaned over nudging the window curtain aside to glance out. “Another wall just before us with the castle behind that, master.”

“Yeah, makes sense. Two layered defense helps out. So there will be another pause for the next gate then the final stop at the doors.” He smiled at the detail the game had put into the design of the castle. Most other games with castles never had closed gates and inner walls to contend with. The again, most games didn't have AIs so interwoven to make everything seem so real. Shaking his head, he came back to his senses as the carriage paused at the second gate.

A few minutes after that it came to rest for the final time. The footman quickly came around to open the door for them. Alburet got out first, taking in the scene quickly before turning to help Stacia out, much to the shock of the footman. Once she was down he took her arm, turning towards the stairs leading to the doors. As they walked away the footman shook his head as he closed the door and resumed his spot so the carriage could be parked.

A man in the king's colors was standing by the foot of the stairs. “You are Alburet the two-souled and his companion Stacia Crowley, correct?” The attendant had a clipped, polished voice that spoke of training to his station.

“We are indeed. We have an appointment with Ioaniss Jones, the Royal Historian.” Alburet replied with a touch of humor to his voice. “Are you the one to take us to him?”

“Indeed, sir. You may call me Berk. If you and the lady will follow me, Sir Jones has requested you attend him in one of the smaller dining halls.” Berk turned with precision and led them up the stairs.

As they approached the ornately carved double doors of the main building, Alburet studied the carving. It showed the same God, Justice, holding aloft his sword on one door and a different man striking a similar pose on the other. Berk nodded to the two guards in half plate on either side of the doors, who opened them for the trio. The oak doors were pushed back, opening onto a hall with a rose marble floor that gleamed with light from the gold chandeliers that hung from the vaulted ceiling.

Alburet tried not to show any expression at the sheer amount of wealth that was on display here. Stacia couldn’t hold back her shock, though. Her mouth was open while her wide eyes darted around. Alburet gave her arm a small squeeze which got her attention. He met her eyes levelly, hoping she would understand that she needed to mask her awe. Blinking, she took a calming breath before putting on a smile. He leaned over to kiss her cheek as they followed Berk.

The halls were easily twenty feet wide, with many paintings and tapestries decorating them which helped break up the plain stone. As they turned a corner they passed a small group of very richly dressed men and women chatting. One of them called out to Berk, which stopped them, as Berk paused to address the noble.

“Yes, Sir Gilden, what is it you need?” Berk addressed a man who must be Skippy Gilden, as he wasn’t wearing a guard uniform.

The young man glanced at Alburet and Stacia, his lips curling into a sneering smile. “I see we are showing the lowest of the nobles the court tonight. Since you are here being a tour guide, is Sir Jones available to speak with me about the issue I have put before him?”

Berk seemed to stand up straighter, which was hard considering how stiffly he had been walking as it was. “Sir Jones has blocked out all of tonight for important guests. I can let him know you asked about the previous issue if you would like, sir.”

“If he is so busy, Berk, then why are you not attending him? Why are you showing these obvious impostors of nobility,” the words dripping with scorn, “the inside of Stormguard Castle?” Skippy asked, his voice even more haughty as he finished asking the question.

“I do not question why Sir Jones asks me to do things, sir, as that is not my place. Should I advise him that you are questioning his wishes?” Berk replied levelly with just a hint of condescension.

Skippy stepped back a half pace as if he had been physically slapped, “No, of course not. I would never question the wishes of Sir Jones.” The obvious falseness of the words was plain to hear.

“Then if you will excuse us sir, I must fulfill my duties,” Berk gave a very slight bow of his chest to Skippy.

“Before you go,” Skippy interjected as Berk took a single step, halting him again. “It would be remiss of me not to get the names of the two people you are escorting.”

Berk paused for a long moment, just long enough to make it seem like an insult. “Of course, sir. These are Sir Jones’s guests for the evening. Alburet the two-souled and his companion Stacia Crowley. Alburet and Miss Crowley, this is Sir Skippy Gilden of House Gilden.”

Alburet did his best to keep himself in check. He wanted to lash out at the man in front of him. “A pleasure to put a face to a name finally, Sir Gilden. I have only ever met your brother before, a fine upstanding man. He must be a bright light that shines promise upon your House.” His voice was laced with anger that he mostly kept from his face.

Skippy’s face went tight as Alburet spoke, “My brother is a disgrace to my House. It isn’t shocking to see why a two-souled wouldn’t understand that a noble lowering himself, to the station of a mere guard, would be such a disgrace. Much like a commoner putting on a dress and thinking she would belong in these halls.” His eyes rested on Stacia when he said the last few words, his lips twisting into a pronounced sneer.

As Stacia blushed deeply, Alburet's smile became sharp and pointed while his voice was flat and cold. “Sir Gilden, we were invited by Sir Jones. As such, it was felt we should dress at least the best we could to honor his request. Or are you suggesting that we should not put our best effort forward for our host?”

Berk gave a cough, “Well said Alburet, but time waits for no one. Now, if you will excuse us Sir Gilden, you have already delayed us quite long enough.” Berk resumed walking with Alburet and Stacia trailing after him. He led them down another hallway, slowing his steps. “You have made no friend in House Gilden and he is not one to let any slight go by. If you do well by Sir Jones though, I am sure Gilden House will hesitate to provoke you.” He came to a stop beside a door, “We are here.”

Berk took a moment to look them over critically before nodding. Turning, he opened the door and announced them, “Sir Jones, your guests have arrived. I present Alburet the two-souled and his companion, Stacia Crowley.” He stepped aside, bowing them into the room then followed them in and shutting the door.

The “small dining room” was anything but small to Alburet. The silver inlaid dark oak table could easily seat twenty people. The chairs, of course, matched the table. The room was illuminated by a silver chandelier suspended above the table. The table was set for three at the far end, with crystal glasses and silverware all laid out.

A handsome looking gentleman with a cleft chin and charming smile stood up as they were announced. “Greetings, my guests. I hope you have found the castle pleasant?”

Alburet gave a deep formal bow as Stacia gave a deep curtsy, “It is our pleasure to come upon your request, Sir Jones.” Alburet looked over their host again. Something about the man was nagging at him, like he should know the person on sight but by a different name.

Ioaniss’s eyes lit up at the sight of Stacia curtsying, “I do say, I didn’t know that the Crowley line had such beauties amongst them. Please, come and have a seat, Miss Crowley,” Ioaniss pulled out a chair for her with a smile.

Stacia gave him a brilliant smile in return as she took the seat, “Thank ya, sir.”

Ioaniss gestured to the seat across from Stacia on his other side, “Please, Alburet, have a seat as well. We shall have dinner first then we shall adjourn to the smaller library to discuss the real reason I summoned you here.”

Alburet took the seat indicated, “Thank you, Sir Jones. I admit I didn’t know the items I recovered would be so noteworthy.”

A warm chuckle was Ioaniss’s first reply, before he went on in a friendly voice. “I am not surprised that you don’t understand the full depth of what you found. Needless to say, it belongs in a museum. The king has done just that, given a prime spot in the Royal Museum, run by my good friend Marcus Elliott.”

“I didn’t know the city had a Royal Museum. I should go check that out tomorrow since I’m going to have some free time.”

“I can arrange for Marcus to show you and Miss Crowley around tomorrow.”

“Afraid it would be just me, Sir Jones. Stacia is going to be busy tomorrow getting things ready for our pending nuptials the day after,” Alburet replied, his smile broad as he met Stacia’s smiling eyes with his own.

“Now this is news,” Ioaniss sat forward. “A two-souled settling down with a regular person. I would love to hear this story.”

The door behind Ioaniss opened and three servants in livery came in carrying plates. Before each was placed a plate with shrimp arranged artfully to look like a blooming flower. A fourth person, following the servers, spoke in a soft polished tone. “The first course is shrimp with a sauce favored by Sir Jones. We hope you enjoy.” She poured each of them a glass of some beverage before stepping back. As quickly as they had arrived, the four servants vanished back through the door.

Alburet looked down at the silverware next to his plate where a variety of forks lay along the left side, while a couple knives and a soup spoon lay to the right side. Not positive, he decided to opt for the easiest idea and picked up the fork on the far left. He glanced up to find Ioaniss watching him covertly.

“Sorry. I rather wondered if two-souled knew the etiquette of tableware. You do seem to have it down, though,” Ioaniss said as he used the smallest fork and the outside knife to cut the shrimp into pieces. “Please try it, I do so love this dish.”

Stacia had paused longer than Alburet, allowing her to pick up the right cutlery as well. The duo each selected a shrimp, cutting a piece from it and raising the fork in their left hand to take the bite. Alburet closed his eyes as the flavor hit him. A simple spicy mango flavor permeated his mouth as he chewed. Opening his eyes, he found Ioaniss watching them both with interest.

“What do you think?”

“Sweet and spicy, a very good combination,” Alburet replied. Stacia nodded her agreement as she cut another bite.

They paused between shrimp to sip at the beverage that came with the course. It was a fruit juice comprised mostly of mango that complimented the dish wonderfully. In between bites of shrimp Alburet took his cue from Ioaniss, resting the knife on the top of the plate with the fork resting tines down on the left side. As each of them finished the course the servers reappeared, taking the dishes away and vanishing silently.

“I can honestly say I haven’t had that combination in my life time,” Alburet said as they waited for the next course.

“It really is my favorite here at the castle,” Ioaniss replied just as the servers came back out with the next course.

“This course features a potato cream soup infused with hard cheese,” The head server told them as she poured them a different beverage this time. “We hope you enjoy.”

Taking up the soup spoons, they sampled the soup, Alburet grinned as he tasted it. “Potato cheese soup, my mother made something very similar to this. She would add bacon to hers to add a touch more body to it.”

Ioaniss considered, “I will recommend that to the chef when I speak with him next. I am interested in how that changes the flavor profile.”

Alburet nodded as he sampled the drink, discovering an alcoholic drink reminiscent of vodka in the small glass. He coughed once before clearing his throat, much to Ioaniss’s amusement. “I was not expecting a hard liquor.”

“Sorry. I should have warned you. It is why the glass is so small. It is meant to be sipped slowly throughout the soup.” Ioaniss wiped a tear of laughter from his eye before taking another bite.

Shaking his head, Alburet saw a smirk on Stacia’s lips as she took another bite. “It does complement the soup,” she said as she caught his eyes.

The rest of the course passed mostly in silence. At the end of the course Ioaniss drained the bit of vodka left in his glass. “Ah. I rarely indulge in that beverage these days. Last time I did was with Marcus right after the museum was built. He then took me on a tour of the place and got us lost.”

Alburet snorted once, “He got lost in his own museum?” Again, he felt a tingle that insisted he should recognize Ioaniss from somewhere, triggered by Ioaniss’s comment.

“Oh, yes. The whole time he kept telling me to follow because he knew the way.”

Stacia giggled then went pink as she covered her mouth, “That does sound amusing.”

As she spoke the servers vanished the bowls and glasses, returning a minute later with the next course. They placed plates with filets of fish along with a glass of white wine at each place. “This dish is a filet of Snapmaw, from Ice Lake on the Dwelden continent. Accompanying it is a snow wine from the Elven Court that we find is a perfect match for the fish.”

Alburet grimaced slightly. He really didn’t care for fish, but to refuse would be very rude in this setting. With determination, he took the first bite only to be pleasantly surprised. The normal fish taste he expected was missing. In its place he found something new. He couldn’t begin to describe the flavor that infused the entire dish, but it was wonderful.

Ioaniss chuckled before taking a sip of his wine, “I see you find this dish to your liking.”

Alburet set the knife and fork aside as before, replying as he picked up the wine. “I hate fish. I have never had a fish dish that I have enjoyed. This, though, is amazing. It doesn’t have any of the after taste I ascribe to fish.” He took a sip of the wine, his eyes widening at the flavor that assaulted him.

Ioaniss chuckled again, “She wasn’t kidding when she said it complements the dish perfectly. It always amuses me that a fish from the Dwarven lands is so perfectly attuned to a wine from the Elven lands.”

“I heard of the fish before but have nay tasted it before now,” Stacia added to the conversation. “It be as exquisite as I heard. The wine be a perfect balance to it. I wonder how they got it to be refreshing and dry at the same time?”

Ioaniss shrugged, “They won’t tell anyone. It is apparently a secret of the court.”

Alburet was the first one done with the course, much to his surprise. “I do not know how they could possibly top that course.”

Ioaniss smiled broadly, “Well, you might find this next part something new as well.”

The servants came back out to whisk away the old and place before them their new course and drink. “Dragon steak, from the Ice Dragons of Dwelden. It will be served with the blood wine that King Bloodgold drinks when he partakes of this same meal.”

Alburet looked at the three-inch-thick cut of red meat that took up a good portion of the plate before him, then at the dark red wine. “Dragons do not exist on the world I hail from,” Alburet said softly as he picked up the steak knife and fork.

“I have heard that before, which is one of the reasons I wanted to make sure you got to sample some tonight,” Ioaniss replied before taking his first bite.

Stacia took her first bite a split second later, a deep moan coming from her as she slowly chewed her bite. Alburet blinked, looking at her in shock as she seemed to shiver in her chair. “Stacia?”

Stacia swallowed before opening her eyes to find Alburet staring at her. “Sorry mast… Alburet, it was just so good. I couldn’t hold back the sheer pleasure of the powerfully meaty flavor filling my mouth.”

Alburet held back a sigh at the hopefully unintended double entendre. The last time she’d used that line was with him, in bed. “Well then, I guess I should sample it as well,” he said, taking his first bite of a legendary creature. The rich deep flavor brought to mind the best steaks he’d ever had, but easily surpassed anything he’d ever even heard of. He wasn’t sure a meat like this could exist on earth. He sighed as he chewed his first bite, his eyes closed in bliss.

“Aye, see what I was sayin’?” Stacia asked, taking a sip of the wine. Her eyelids fluttered for a second as the wine brought back the flavor of the meat, and adding a smoky flavor. “A wine should nay be givin' meat a smoky quality when drunk.”

Ioaniss laughed, “Normally you would be correct. This wine, though, is only ever served with Ice Dragon. The Dwarves will not tell us how they make it or out of what. Speculation is rather rampant.”

Alburet didn’t add to the conversation, too intent on savoring this wonderful new dish. Silence descended upon them again as each of them gave their full attention to the food and wine. As soon as the food was gone they each let out a contented, sigh sitting back in their seats with grins plastered on their lips.

“This be so good,” Stacia said languidly.

The servers came out, exchanging their plates and drinks for the next course. “We have a simple salad with a light lemon vinaigrette accompanied with water that has been splashed with lime.”

That course was eaten in silence. Alburet finished his salad, aware that his palette had been cleansed by the simple course. “The salad course was designed to help cleanse the palette for the dessert course?”

“Indeed, that is the case. With all the specialty food we have served it was the chef’s idea to help make sure you were ready for the last course.” Ioaniss took a last sip from his glass as the servers came out to take away the empty plates.

“I did nay think I would ever eat this much in a single meal,” Stacia said softly. “Yet I feel I can easily handle the last course.”

A minute later the servers came back out with the last course. What was set before each of them was a masterpiece of confection, a replica of the castle with even the walls showing the details of each stone. “We have for the last course the specialty of our dessert chef. Stormguard Castle Cake. Accompanying it is a coffee beverage that the Lunari favor.”

Alburet slowly turned his plate looking over the artistry of the dessert. “I don’t think I have ever seen something to match the dedication it would take to make this.”

Smiling Ioaniss nodded, “She is special and surely dedicated to her art. She has pursued her heart for over four hundred years now and has only ever gotten better at her art.”

Stacia hesitantly took her fork and pulled a small part of a tower away, revealing a layer of chocolate inside the castle, while Alburet blinked at Ioaniss’s comment. She took the bite, chewing slowly as a sigh escaped her. Swallowing, she put her fork down on the plate. “This be as wonderful as all the rest, but the art makes it somethin’ else entirely.”

Ioaniss took a bite himself before replying, “True enough. She has never turned out anything except the very best. I still do not know how the king got her to accept a position here over the one she had for the Elven court.”

Sipping the coffee, Alburet decided the closest comparison was cappuccino with hints of chocolate. “This is a very good compliment to the meal as well.”

The others agreed as they slowly dismantled their castles. As each finished, they found themselves sated, enjoying the last of their coffee as the food settled. As the servers took away the dishes and glasses, the head server came out with three glasses and a bottle. She placed a glass before each of them, pouring a small amount of liquid into each cup before retreating once more.

Alburet wracked his brain for a moment, trying to recall what should follow a meal such as they just had. He noticed the covert glance of Ioaniss and decided to ask rather than just guess. “Sir Jones, I am not sure what comes next. I think a toast but am not sure if by me or by you.”

A single laugh rang out from Ioaniss, “Ah, so refreshing to have someone just plainly ask for guidance. Indeed, a toast does end the meal. It is made by the guest of honor.”

Raising his glass as he rose from his seat, Alburet cleared his throat. “A toast to our generous host tonight, Sir Ioaniss Jones. Never in my life, on either world, have I had such an exquisite meal as I have had tonight. I thank you for the opportunity for this chance as well as graciously hosting my soon to be wife. May the gods smile upon you for the rest of your long years.”

After the toast was drunk, Ioaniss led them out of the dining room and down to the small library. The library was like the dining hall, small only in name. The room was easily fifty feet per side, all the walls lined with bookshelves that reached to the ceiling with a rolling ladder resting on each wall. Everything was done in oak, including the massive desk that Jones sat behind.

“Please, sit. Berk will be along with coffee shortly. Before we get started on the reason for you being here, I would love to hear about your pending nuptials.” Ioaniss sat back in his chair with his hands interlaced on his lap.

Chapter Ten

Alburet leaned back in the very well-padded chair he was seated in. “What do you know about the Crowley family?”

Ioaniss grinned, “Well, they have a very long history in this city. Let’s do recent history, though. Alistern is Stacia's father while her mother is a woman known only as Lilith who seems to have been unknown before she began to adventure with him and his friends. I did some research once I was told that she would be coming with you. My research turned up some interesting theories. My current theory is that Lilith is Alistern’s succubus. That would make all of his daughters half-bloods who do not show any signs of their demonic heritage. All of them lacking a single class amongst them does help bolster that theory.”

Stacia had gone stiff as Ioaniss spoke, her eyes shifting around the room as if seeking a way out. Alburet put his hand on top of hers as their chairs were right next to each other. “It’s okay, Stacia. Sir Jones says this is a theory. As such, I’m sure he hasn’t told anyone about it, as without proof it would be a horrible thing to claim.”

Ioaniss grinned, bowing his head slightly, “Indeed, it would. I have no desire to slander anyone’s name and my theory will stay with me alone. Do you even know the history of your line?”

Stacia seemed very leery as she shook her head, “Nay, not as such.”

“Well, then. One of your ancestors did a service to the crown, some time ago. The reward they received was the right to open and operate the tavern your family currently runs. It is why your family has never run afoul of the guards all these years, even though it is known that Necromancers and Summoners congregate there. When your father’s group broke apart following the loss of one of their members, he settled down to run the family inn. When his father died shortly after that, it solidified his position as the new head of the Summoners in the city. I’ve also taken the time to look into your mother’s history. The name Lilith has sprung up time and time again as the succubus of various Summoners in history.” He paused as Berk came back with the coffee for them. “Thank you, Berk. You may go for the next hour.”

Berk bowed, “As you wish, Sir Jones. I shall be waiting your summons in the green room.” He left the room, leaving an extra pot of coffee behind on the cart he had brought in with him.

“Where was I?” Ioaniss mused before nodding, “Ah yes, Lilith. She never did anything spectacular to make herself stand out but the records do not lie. My research shows that no two demons have ever shared the same name. It is almost as if the demon races come closest to immortality that we’ve seen. Which is to say, none of them have ever died a final death from old age, that we know of. So, now tell me about you two, please.”

Stacia glanced at Alburet, her worry clear in her eyes. Alburet took her moist hand in his steady firm grip, meeting her eyes with his calm gaze. “It’s okay, Stacia. Nothing bad will happen.” He turned his gaze to Ioaniss, “Why so interested in two such minor people?”

Chuckling Ioaniss shook his head, “Minor. You say that with such a straight face. You are the first person to retrieve any artifacts of the Forgotten Prison. More so, you were level six when you brought them to Vladimir. So no, I won’t consider you a minor person at this point. I also hear that you helped lead the guards on a new round of training here and at a few forts. On top of that, you are becoming known around town as a generous two-souled. To add more to this growing list, you seem to have found a person of this world to marry. So yes, all of these things lead me to become very interested, as a historian if nothing else.”

“When you say it that way it almost sounds like I’m some kind of aberration. I don’t think I’m too different from the rest of the two-souled, aside from one thing. But you were asking about us as a couple. The truth of that matter is Stacia made the first move, she seduced me. Not that many men wouldn’t have fallen for her. After some time, we seemed to become closer. I took her out with a few friends on her first hunt. Her father was quite upset over her wanting to go out with me, but finally let her. After that our connection seemed to grow more and eventually we decided to go further.”

Ioaniss’s brow furrowed, “Hmm, less interesting than I had hoped. Do you know why her father objected so much?”

“Flora,” Stacia said softly. “She was the druid Da’ hunted with. She was special to Unca Stewart. She died in the Dead Lands durin’ a raid against Experiment 9. It was her loss tha’ caused them to all stop huntin’ and settle down.”

“Correct, Stacia. She was one of the people who died on that raid, along with a number of the men from the fort in the area. That loss still haunts them all to a degree, I think. They were a group that had been making a name for themselves before that time.” He paused to sip his coffee before continuing, “Well, since that isn’t as interesting as I had hoped let’s move on to the reason I asked you to attend tonight. Tell me, Alburet, about where and how you got your hands on the book and letter opener, please.”

Alburet began to relay the story of how he came to own the two items. “As I understand it, the gods have decreed that when two-souled first come to this world they are supposed to appear in certain areas. Well, when I first crossed the bridge or portal between our worlds I was sent somewhere else. I appeared in a ruin that was infested with skeletons, so I did what my kind do. I went exploring. What I found was the intake wing of the Forgotten Prison.”

Ioaniss sat up straight, a bit of coffee sloshing out of his cup. He didn’t even seem to notice as he stared fixedly at Alburet. “You were there? You know where it is?” He cleaned his hand absently as his gaze stayed focused on Alburet.

A grin came to Alburet, “Possibly, if what Vladimir said about Traveler's Maps is true. Upon exploring the place, I found the book and letter opener in the records room. Hoping they might be worth something, I picked them both up. When I left the building I was greeted by a massive structure that must be the Forgotten Prison, as well as a gated area with a set of massive double doors. I was met there by a very challenging skeleton when I tried to leave. I was barely able to survive it. Finally, free to go, I must have triggered some long-delayed spell, as I suddenly found myself at the gates of the city.”

“Can I see your map please?” Ioaniss asked, his excitement clear.

Summoning his map to his hand, Alburet spread it out on the desk between them. “I wouldn’t even know where to think of looking.”

“It has to be somewhere near the Dead Lands. No one has ever found it and that is the largest area of unexplored land we have. My own father, Sean Jones, has gone to the Dead Lands to try to find it, following some old texts that hinted about its location. Can you zoom to just the Dead Lands please?”

Alburet did as he was asked, noting the blur in the upper left of the zoomed in map that masked out all detail but obviously was something unlike, the vast stretch of just blankness. Ioaniss seemed excited as he also spotted the blur. “That has to be it. I would love to know why the map is blurred, though. May I copy this?”

“Since you already know where it is having seen this questionable blur, I don’t see why not.”

Ioaniss quickly pulled out his own Traveler’s Map, “Just tap your map to mine.”

Shrugging, Alburet tapped his map to Ioaniss's map. A pop-up asked if he wished to trade just the part of his map currently visible or all of it. He selected the visible part, not seeing any need to do it all at that point. “There you go,” Alburet said as he put his map away.

Ioaniss spread his map out, looking over the possible location of the Forgotten Prison compared to the parts of the Dead Land he had mapped out. “That is quite the trek, all the way to the far side of the Dead Lands. Rumor always said it lay at the heart of a mountain chain, with a tunnel dug through to a canyon.”

Stacia seemed more relaxed now that the conversation had turned away from her and her family. She leaned towards Alburet to speak softly, “We need to be back by midnight.”

Alburet checked the clock on his interface, showing they still had close to three hours, “Plenty of time left, Kitten.”

Ioaniss looked up, “Sorry. I always get distracted by new information about old relics. I should thank you properly for giving us this lead. Is there anything you would wish from the king?”

Alburet sat back to consider the open-ended offer he had just been handed. It would be simple to put a foot wrong here and upset their host. Licking his lips, Alburet asked, “I don’t want to put a foot wrong, Sir Jones. Could you elaborate on what kinds of requests would be acceptable? Also, Vladimir has asked that I share this information with him, is that acceptable?”

Ioaniss frowned slightly at the last part before nodding, “Yes. He did, after all, bring the book and opener to the king. Even if I don’t like the idea in general, his Highness would say it should be done. As for what you could request, the choices are long; coin, a minor title, something from the Royal Treasury, perhaps.”

Stacia licked her lips as she realized just how open the request was. Alburet squeezed her hand gently, “Could I ask for three small boons?”

Ioaniss sat back his eyes narrowing slightly, “Let me hear what they are.”

“Firstly, I am the leader of a new guild that was registered yesterday. We are called Alpha Company. In a few weeks, our numbers should grow quickly, as more two-souled will soon be able to stay in this world longer than we currently can. I am hoping a large number of that group will join me and my friends in our new guild. As we will be one of the few guilds that will be able to help people every day, all the time, minus when the bridge between worlds is closed, I would like our name to become known as trouble shooters. One boon would be to be recognized by the Crown, a royal charter as it were.”

Ioaniss nodded, “That is very simple and easy to do. What is the second request?”

“I was attacked not long ago by assassins sent by a minor noble who was upset with me. As a Summoner, most of my power resides with my minions, which are forbidden in the city by law. I ask that Alpha Company and friends be excluded from this law, allowing us to summon our minions inside the city. It will only be to defend ourselves or to train our minions in the confines of our private abodes.”

Rubbing his chin, Ioaniss thought over the suggestion, “I think I can get the King to issue such a decree if it applies only to Alpha Company.”

“I would be bold enough to ask that the same apply to the Dead Man Inn as well. As it is well known to be a hangout of our kind, it shouldn’t cause a major stir to allow them to summon minions inside of the building.” Alburet asked, pressing just slightly. “Thirdly, I ask to be viewed favorably by the Court.”

A chuckle escaped Ioaniss as he shook his head, “This is really all you are asking for?”

“Yes,” Alburet replied. “I am a two-souled adventurer. I like earning my rewards for the most part. My kind also has a saying, 'Playing the long game', which means thinking far ahead. While a boatload of gold now is useful, it doesn't put me or my guild in any key positions. What I am asking for does, while also easing a small burden on others of my class.”

“I shall speak with the king tomorrow morn. I will meet you at the Royal Museum two hours before midday to show you around with Marcus, if that is agreeable. I will have your answers there,” Ioaniss said as he stood up.

Alburet stood, helping Stacia to her feet as well, “That is most agreeable, Sir Jones. I look forward to seeing you on the morrow.”

Pulling a green bell-pull, Ioaniss waited a moment for Berk to come in, “Berk, we are done for the evening. Show our guests out, please.”

Berk bowed to Ioaniss, before turning to the couple. “If you would follow me, please.”

The couple were lead back the way they came, the hallways now empty of everyone but the occasional servant going about their tasks. Berk led them back out the door in silence, where the carriage stood waiting for them. “I do hope your visit was pleasant, and I wish you a good night.”

Alburet helped Stacia into the carriage, but she paused just inside before taking her seat. Alburet followed her in to find Vladimir in the back. “Vladimir, didn't expect to see you here,” Alburet said civilly.

Vladimir chuckled softly, a hint of fang visible as he did so. “What can I say? The possibility of new information is exciting to one of my age. Did Ioaniss agree that I could have a copy of the information?”

“Yeah. Said he would rather not, but that the king would agree to it so I should go ahead and share it with you.” Alburet replied, pulling out his map. Vladimir already had his map out and ready. “Why the rush, though?”

Vladimir eyed him for a moment, “You do not understand just how much knowledge should be contained in that structure. It was the last great work of the first empire. Almost any piece of it will fetch a high price, or a significant boon from the king.” His hand twitched slightly, “Are you ready?”

Checking his map to make sure it was still set on the blur in the Dead Lands, Alburet nodded. “You will probably be disappointed by what I can share.” He tapped his map to Vladimir's, transferring the current data over. “There you go.”

Vladimir opened his map, looking at it intently for a moment. His brow furrowed, “Why is it blurred?”

“No idea. Sir Jones didn't know either. I would assume it is some kind of safeguard put in place by the people who built it. After all, you don't hand blueprints of a prison to just anyone.”

A short bark of laughter came from Vladimir as he put his map away, “You make a valid point. What did you ask for as your boon?”

“Three small things that Sir Jones needs to check on with the king. I will have my answer on them tomorrow. Nothing that should impact you in any way,” Alburet replied. The carriage had not yet moved. “Can we get going? We have another appointment to keep tonight.”

Lips pursed slightly, Vladimir nodded. Opening the door, he climbed out. “I will see you again at some point, Alburet. I wish you a pleasant night,” He shut the door and a few seconds later the carriage started to move.

You are now viewed as Friendly by Vladimir Dracon.

Stacia let out her breath, “He be even more dangerous than he seemed, me thinks.”

“I am sure. He is an old vampire that has won favor at the court. One of the reasons to try to keep him on our side. We’ll have a couple of hours after we get back before you’re taken by your mother. I’m thinking cuddle time is in order.” Alburet said. He draped an arm around her shoulder as he dismissed the notification.

A soft sigh of contentment was her reply as she snuggled into his arm. “As master wishes,” she murmured a moment later.

When they arrived back at the inn, the place was packed full of people who all fell silent as the duo entered the establishment. Stewart was right next to the door instead of at his customary table in the back. “Follow me,” he said as he walked through the room. The crowd parted for him, leaving a one-person path for them to follow. Alburet urged Stacia just ahead of him and trailed after her. When they got to the foot of the stairs, Stewart stepped out of the way. “Your mother will fetch you in two hours.” He turned back to the room, now filled with excited chatter as all eyes followed the duo.

Alburet took Stacia's arm again as he led her to their room. Once inside he let out a sigh and leaned back against the door. Stacia presented her back to him. “Master, can ya unlace me please?”

The soft words brought Alburet out of his thoughts, a smile falling into place, “Of course, Kitten.” Once he had the laces undone for her she doffed the dress while he got out of his outfit as well. He snagged her after she put the clothing away, dragging her to the bed firmly but gently. He threw them both onto it, pulling her tightly against him. “Cuddle time,” he murmured softly as he nuzzled her neck.

The next two hours he spent just holding her as he considered just what the next two days would mean for him. A wife? He’d given up on the idea of any kind of committed relationship years ago, yet here he was about to have a wife. Did he even deserve this? Alburet's mind churned at the thought. He knew what he had done and he was sure happiness should not be given to cold blooded murderers. He shivered against her as he wondered if this was all going to be snatched from him soon.

He felt Stacia pull him tighter to her, “It be fine, master. Nothin' will keep us apart soon.” Her words struck home, as she seemed aware of his turmoil.

He was about to reply when a knock stopped him. Lilith's voice came clearly through the door. “It is time, Stacia. Say goodbye and come with me now.”

Stacia pulled back just enough to meet Alburet's troubled eyes with her own loving eyes. She leaned down, touching foreheads, her eyes locked on his, “We will be one soon, master. I can nay thank ya enough for all the love ya have given me.” She kissed him gently then left his arms.

Alburet watched her dress quickly then go, wondering if everything would really be okay. She glanced back at him once as she opened the door, blowing him a kiss with a giggle before she left with her mother, the door closing quietly behind her.

Left alone in the room, Alburet tossed and turned on the bed for some time before sleep claimed him.

~          ~          ~

The phone woke him up. Grumbling, Seamus reached for it. “What?” he asked, his voice a bit snippy.

“Seamus, it’s David,” David’s voice was fast and filled with fear. “Meet me at the hospital, please. It’s Kaylee.”

His eyes snapped open as he flung himself out of bed. “What happened? Is she okay?” He shot back quickly as he yanked clothing off the bedroom table.

“She went out last night with someone she met on campus. She was supposed to be back hours ago, but I just got a call from the hospital. She’s in emergency surgery. They won’t tell me anything else yet. Please hurry,” David said, his voice catching as the call ended.

Seamus cussed loudly as he tugged on pants and shirt. Snatching his keys and gun from the bedroom table, he ran for the door, slipping his shoes on as he went. He dimly noted that he didn’t have socks on as he jumped into his car and tore ass out of his driveway, skidding onto the street and accelerating as he went. He was only five miles from the hospital in the rural town he lived in, and at three in the morning the few cops on patrol were not likely to be between him and the hospital. Luckily.

His foot pressed down on the accelerator, easily hitting triple digits on the flat open road. He braked hard to make the two turns he had to make, glad that he didn’t spot another car on the way. He skidded into a spot in the emergency room parking area and ran into the building. He found David in the surgery waiting area, pacing the room.

“What’s happening?” Seamus said quickly as he grabbed his friend by the shoulder.

David spun to him, his eyes red and dripping, “All they’ve said is major damage to her spine and internal bleeding. I’m waiting for the doctor to see me after the surgery.”

Seamus took a deep breath, trying to calm his own fears as he squeezed David’s shoulder. “It will be okay. The doc will come out tell us she’s okay, then we’ll see her.”

David took a shuddering breath, nodding his head, “Yeah, of course. Everything will be fine.”

Knowing his friend might be dealing with mild shock, Seamus stepped out to the snack area to grab two cups of coffee. He was glad he was off today, but tomorrow would be work again. Taking the two cups, he headed back to his friend.

“What do we know about the circumstances?” Seamus asked as he shoved his anger and fear aside, putting on his professional face.

“She got asked out by some kid a week ago, for a date. She was supposed to see the new Star Wars movie, get some dinner then be back around eleven last night. She didn’t come home. I was worried, but thought maybe it ran late and they’d stopped for coffee and talk. Then I got a call from a deputy, I don’t recall the name. He told me that Kaylee was here and about to go in for surgery. I got here then called you.” David’s hands shook as he spoke, “Why? Why her? What happened?”

Seamus pulled his phone out as he stepped into the hall. He called the on-duty sergeant for patrol, “Fred, it’s Seamus. What can you tell me off the record about Kaylee McMullen ending up in the hospital?”

“Seamus? How did you even hear about that? Look, it’s a mess okay? The man who attacked her is in custody. He’s looking at a long list of charges, not least of which is attempted murder, or murder if she doesn’t make it. The detectives are going to be taking over here in a few minutes. I’m just making it to the crime scene now.”

“Alright, thanks. I’ll see you in a few days to get the whole story.” After exchanging goodbyes Seamus hung up and headed back into the waiting area.

David seemed to have gotten a hold of himself some, “What did you find out?”

Seamus took a long sip of coffee before replying, “She was attacked. The big charge the guy will face is going to be attempted murder. Fred told me there are others but the detectives will be stepping into the investigative role.”

David’s hand crushed the cup he was holding sending coffee over his hand, that he ignored. “That piece of shit attacked my little girl?” His voice was hot with venom as he spat the words.

Slapping his hand onto his friend’s shoulder, Seamus shook his head, “Just wait until we get the full picture. We don’t know it was the guy she went out with, but no matter who it was they will pay for it. My word on that.”

David seemed to collapse in on himself, “Okay, but I want justice. I won’t settle for anything less.”

They fell silent as they waited for news. Almost sixteen hours later the surgeon came to find David, his face grim. “Mr. McMullen? I’m Doctor White. I was the surgeon for your daughter.”

~          ~          ~

Alburet jerked awake covered in sweat, his breathing ragged as he tried to recall where he was. Daylight was just beginning to brighten the sky through the window. Shuddering, he got out of bed, moving to the basin and pitcher of water. He poured some water into the basin with a shaky hand and splashed some onto his face. Taking deep breaths, he finally calmed down his racing heart. “It’s in the past now. She’s recovering with David by her side to help her,” he said to himself before he stepped away from the water.

He went to the table, taking a seat as he tried to push the memory away. “Supposed to meet with Ioaniss at the museum this morning, while Stacia is with her mom doing bridal things.” Shaking his head, he got back up to wash and get dressed. A knock sounded at the door just as he was finishing. Brow furrowed, he opened it to find Deidre there with a tray of food.

“Mornin,’ Alburet. Since Stacia nay be here it was decided tha’ I would bring ya the breakfast today,” Deidre gave him a warm smile.

Alburet stepped aside for her, “I wasn’t expecting this, thank you.” He closed the door behind her and followed her to the table where she began to set out the different items.

“We hope ya did nay mind us tryin’ to get a rise out of Stacia the other day. None of us really wants to do anythin’ with ya, but she was getting’ a bit insufferable always yammerin’ on about ya. Alburet this and Alburet tha’, ugh, it was enough to make even us want to slap her.” Deidre kept up a bright chatter as she finished setting the table. “Now then, here ya be, breakfast for ya. Curious as to wha’ ya plans be for today.”

Alburet blinked as he realized she had asked him a question. “My plans? I am to meet up with Sir Jones at the Royal Museum for a tour of the place. Other than that, nothing planned. Really at a loss without Stacia around. Funny how she seemed to become such a key point to my life in such a short time.”

Deidre giggled, “Aye, she has always dominated a room when she be about. We hope ya will be takin’ good care of her in the comin' years.”

“Worried for your sister? That is sweet of you, but you shouldn’t worry. At this point I think it would take an act of the gods to separate us.”

“Aye, tha’ be good to hear. Iffin there be nothin’ else, I be leavin’ ya to ya meal,” Deidre said as she stepped to the door.

“No this is fine, thank you. Also, thank you for clearing up that you all glomming onto me the other day was an act. I was really concerned for a time about that. Stacia seemed a bit worried as well.”

“Good, it worked. We felt the need to make her worry. Ya be safe from us, though. I be hopin’ to catch me a Paladin of the Dark Lord. Erin be wantin’ a nobleman and Marian is more into lasses than lads. Me thinks she liked the looks of the assassin ya’ve dallied with before. Our youngest sis still thinks boys are dumb, bless her heart.” Chuckling, Deidre opened the door, “Good day to ya.” With that she was gone.

Shaking his head at how talkative she was compared to Stacia, Alburet turned his attention to the food. Eggs and bacon like Stacia normally brought him. A cup of coffee with the right amount of cream already added. “I guess Stacia set this up for me. I should thank her for that when she gets back,” he murmured before digging into the food.

Chapter Eleven

Alburet nodded to Erin, who was behind the bar as he headed out, getting a friendly smile in return. Finding a carriage for hire, he paid the driver a gold to take him to the Royal Museum. When they got there, he got out, thanking the driver before pausing to take in the outside of the building. The building took up an entire block, four Dead Man Inns could easily have fit inside of it. The front of the building had three low, wide steps along the front and a small overhang that was held up by fluted columns.

He climbed the stairs to the front door, finding Berk standing out front. “Morning, Berk,” Alburet greeted the assistant of Ioaniss. “Is Sir Jones waiting for me inside?”

“Yes, he is. Please, follow me,” Berk said with a slight bow of his head before leading them into the building.

The interior was well made, but not gaudy. No marble flooring or gold chandeliers, but good solid stone work all around. A number of rather plain chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling. A large number of small displays behind glass cases were laid out in rows, down which a few people were walking. Berk led them towards the back past without pausing, to a single door marked Personnel. Berk didn’t pause as he went through the door with Alburet trailing him, down a hall past a few other doors with name plaques on them before reaching one with a gold plaque attached to it. Berk knocked once, waiting for the reply before opening it and ushering Alburet in.

Ioaniss sat in a rather comfortable looking chair before a massive oak desk. Across from him sat a middle aged non-descript man who seemed to have a vaguely lost expression on his face. Ioaniss stood up when Alburet entered, a friendly smile on his face, “Good morn, Alburet. I hope the day is going well for you. Let me introduce you to my good friend, Marcus Elliott, the curator of the museum.”

Marcus lurched to his feet, an amiable smile coming to him as he extended a hand, “Oh, it is good to meet you, Alburet. Ioaniss has told me that you are the one who found the Forgotten Prison exhibit. We’ll be moving that out to the main floor tomorrow. Would you like to see the closed exhibits?” Marcus’s voice was filled with wonder as he spoke of the exhibits.

“I would be glad to learn as much as I can about Alpha World and its history, sir,” Alburet said as he crossed the distance and shook hands with Marcus.

Ioaniss winced slightly at Alburet’s response, but kept a grin in place, “Well, before I go attend to other matters, to answer your requests last night. The king has decided to grant all of your boons, but it is contingent on two things. First, you must have a place to hang out a shingle as it were. A place where your guild can be found, a base of operations. Secondly, you must register your marriage to Stacia Crowley inside of five days. Once both of those conditions have been met the king will issue the proclamations.”

Frowning slightly, Alburet nodded, “The second one is easy. The first one, though, might take me a bit longer. How long will I have for that condition?”

“As long as it takes,” Ioaniss replied, pulling out his Mindstone. “Just trade info with me so you can contact me when both conditions have been met.”

Alburet tapped his Mindstone to Ioaniss’s, who then took his leave quickly. Alburet turned back to Marcus. “I am in your capable hands, sir,” Alburet said before recalling the story about Marcus having gotten lost in this building before.

“Follow me, then,” Marcus replied happily, leading them out of the room and down another hall.

Eventually they came out in another large room, this one not nearly as well-lit as the main hall. This room held shelves of crates along the walls, with a few glass cases in the middle of the room. Marcus led them to the shiniest glass first, inside of which lay the book open to the title page along with the letter opener. A plaque on the display told what the items were and that Vladimir Dracon had gifted them to the Crown.

“You already know about these two items,” Marcus said, smiling down at the display like a proud father. “It was so gracious of Vladimir to gift them to the king. I am fairly sure that he copied the book first, though, as there are two small ink smudges with newish ink on a back page. He must still be seeking the whereabouts of the prison to see if he can verify if one of his ancestors really was held there.”

Lips pursed, Alburet finally understood why Vladimir was so eager to get the information about where the prison was. “His ancestor was imprisoned in Alctriuz?”

“Most records of who was imprisoned in the place are lost to time, so it could just be a malicious rumor. Now let me show you some of the other exhibits that we are preparing to send back to their native countries. You see, we do a rotating exchange program with the other countries so everyone has a chance to learn more about the world.” Marcus rambled on as he walked down to the next display case. “This hammer is known as Mojonor, forged by the dwarves for a legendary hero known as Evansthor. It is said that only those with a pure heart and massive strength can hope to wield it. It is rumored to have been used by the hero to take down one of the Dragon Tyrants a thousand years ago.”

Alburet bit back a snerk at just how blatantly the developers ripped off the well-known comic-book movies of the past. “That is fascinating. Excuse my ignorance, but what is a Dragon Tyrant?”

Marcus blinked at him before nodding, “Of course, as a two-souled you wouldn’t know many of the things we take for granted. Dragon Tyrants are the scourge of the northern continent. They have been at war with the Dwarves for all of their recorded history. They are very, very, old dragons that have amassed a lot of magical power. Tyrants are the pinnacle of their race, able to wield magical abilities that can decimate entire raids. They normally lie dormant unless they are woken by adventurers. When they are awake they engage in a horrible ravishing of the countryside.”

Sensing a thread for a possible expansion to the game, Alburet nodded, “Let us hope they stay asleep, then.”

“Next, we have an artifact from the Elves that we will be sending back in the next few days. The Windsprinter bow, famed to never miss a shot as well as being able to shoot arrows that travel faster than the eye can see. The name of its original bearer was lost during their war with the Trolls. So many wars between those races over their long history. It is said that the Trolls used to be Elves back in the mists of creation. It is rumored that the Dark Lord twisted them trying to make a hybrid demon-elf and what was left became the Troll race. The bow was recovered during a subsequent war and returned to the Elven Monarchy, who have since enshrined it as a symbol of the endless battle their people face.”

Biting his lip Alburet, held back his amusement at the artifact, barely managing. “I would bet the one who used the bow was a beauty, even if the wielder’s name is lost.”

“It very well could be. There was a very well-known general at the time who was famed for her use of a bow in combat. Elven lore isn’t my specialty though, so I can’t recall the name right now. And here is another major relic, from the Lunari tribes, which is also scheduled to be returned soon. A totem from when their tribes first came together to become a single tribe.” Marcus enthused as he led Alburet down to the last display to be seen.

Inside the glass case was a wooden totem carved into the likeness of a large headed cat standing on two legs with small eyes, three whiskers on each side and a skull attached near one ear. Alburet couldn’t help it, he snorted as he saw the totem.

Marcus frowned as he glanced at Alburet, “That is a little disrespectful. This is a representation of their goddess, Bestat. Before the Creator told the gods to leave the world and to watch from the planes, Bestat was known to walk amongst her people more than any other god. Said to be equally involved in love and war, she is venerated to a high degree by the Lunari. If one of them had heard you disrespect this totem they would kill you, many times over, until you apologized.” His voice was severe, obviously upset.

Alburet bowed, “I meant no disrespect, sir. The totem, though, is very similar to an icon from the world we two-souled come from. There it is more of a happy mascot, definitely not the figure of a goddess. Please forgive my outburst.”

Taking a calming breath, Marcus nodded, “It is fine. Tell me about this similar looking mascot.” The next ten minutes Alburet relayed what he could about the well-known icon from his world. When he finished, Marcus seemed to understand, “That is going to cause some issues for you two-souled I will bet.”

“I’m certain of it. I feel bad for the two-souled who started on the Lunari continent.”

Turning away slightly, Marcus rubbed his chin, “Well, those are the most interesting artifacts we currently have in the building. I could show you a few from the time of Maximus the Lightbringer?”

“Was he the one that made it so Summoners and Necromancers wouldn’t be hunted anymore?”

A bright smile lit Marcus’s face, “Exactly. We have that set up out front. Follow me, please.”

A few minutes later they were standing before a number of displays. Each held an item along with a painting of the historic figure. “These are Maximus the Lightbringer, Summoner Yuna Demonchild and Necromancer Steinberg Franklinson.” Marcus pointed to each portrait in turn.

Taking a moment to look at each, Alburet nodded. The line of the Emperor hadn’t faded much over the years, each one had the same strong jaw. Steinberg was a tall thin man with skeletons behind him, his long black hair flowing around his pointed Elf ears. The portrait of Yuna showed a frowning woman with bright red hair that seemed to stare back at the viewer. He thought he noted traces of Stewart in the jaw line, along with a hint of the Crowley line in the nose and eyes.

“Historical records indicate that Emperor Maximus was visiting the Dwelden continent to negotiate a new trade deal with the Dwarves. The Dragon Tyrants had just settled back into their long sleep but some of their children were still very active. He had opted to not use a portal, but instead take an over land trip to see more of their country. This proved to be almost fatal for the Emperor, but in the end worked out.”

Marcus paused his telling to take a sip from a flask before continuing. “The Emperor and his party were a few days from the capital in the foothills when the convoy was set upon by an Elder Dragon. Emperor Maximus was traveling with only a small retinue, not expecting to encounter any such trouble. When the dragon came out of the clouds his men fell into formation quickly, but they were not used to fighting the beasts. A number of them fell to the beast’s breath attack, and the battle did not look hopeful.”

Nodding, Alburet wasn’t surprised to hear that dragons here would have breath weapons. It was almost a given, really. He made a mental note to ask later if there were different types of breaths or just a single type. He could tell by the gleam in the man’s eyes that Marcus was in full storytelling mode and trying to interrupt would probably be useless right now.

“It was then that Yuna and Steinberg came galloping down the road. Seeing the Elder Dragon attacking the group, they dismissed their mounts and summoned their minions to aid them. They arrived just in time for the Destroyer of Yuna to pull the dragon’s gaze from the Emperor. The ensuing combat is told well in any number of songs and books, I wouldn’t do it justice by trying to tell it myself. However, when the dragon fell, the Emperor’s men leveled their weapons at the two adventurers.”

Pausing for another sip, Marcus cleared his throat before continuing, “It was here that Maximus realized he was only alive due to two people who should, by law, be executed for their class. Being a just man, he knew that would be unforgivable to his god. He ordered his men to stand down, then approached the wary duo alone. They declined all offers of repayment from the grateful Emperor. After the third refusal, the Emperor just smiled and declared their classes no longer punishable by death in the human lands. He thanked them one more time, vowing that any other boon they or their children asked would be granted, then the Emperor and his entourage used their Homestones to return to Stormguard. Upon his return, the Emperor issued the proclamation that Summoners and Necromancers would no longer be put to death for practicing their natures. The next day, Emperor Maximus used the portal guild to go straight to the Dwarven capital.”

“Huh. So Yuna and Steinberg never got any other payment?”

“Each of their offspring came forward during the reign of the next Emperor and claimed small rewards. Yuna’s child asked for rights to run an inn in the city, which was granted to her. The Crowley line still runs it today, being her direct descendants. Steinberg’s son asked for the rights to a ruined city in the Dead Lands. His request was hotly debated for a few years before it was allowed, with the condition that upon his death the lands revert to the Crown.”

“So, the current King owns them again?”

“No, the son still lives as far as we know, as the rights have not reverted to the crown yet. Steinberg’s son was a Half-Elf, so he could live for some time yet. No one has seen him since he left for the ruins.”

“Hmm, interesting. That was fascinating, sir. My thanks.”

Beaming, Marcus seemed to stand a bit taller, “Would you like to know more?”

Half bored, Alburet knew it had to be around lunch time. “I’m afraid I have a few other obligations I must attend to, sir. I do thank you for taking the time to show me around and teach me more about this world. I’ll be back at some point to learn more, but it will probably be some time before that comes to pass.”

“If I am available, I will be more than happy to show you around again. It is so rare to find someone who really wants to learn,” Marcus shook hands with Alburet as they said their farewells.

Alburet let out a deep sigh once he was outside, marveling at how intense Marcus could get when he got rolling. He wondered what he should do first, he still had gear to sell and he was also actually thinking of getting some lunch now that he thought about it.

Chapter Twelve

Alburet started walking towards Grimgar’s so he could sell off the junk he’d accumulated from hunting. As he walked he recalled that he still had an unfinished quest that he could no longer finish, but he could cancel it. With that thought he changed course, to fix the oversight.

He came into sight of the guard building after a bit. He nodded to the two gate guards, getting polite nods in return. He cut off at an angle towards the training building. A single guard was just coming out the door as he approached.

“Excuse me,” Alburet said politely as the guard looked up at him. “Is Captain Roberto in?”

The guard looked him over before responding, “Who is asking?”

“My name is Alburet, I am a two-souled and have unresolved business with him.”

“Wait here, please,” the guard said, spinning and going back in the building.

A minute later both the guard and the captain came out. Roberto chuckled slightly, “I was wondering if you might have cut and run on me.”

“No, sir,” Alburet said, giving a salute. “I’m sorry for the delay, but life caught up to me. I am here to pay you back for the loan, as I have been informed that I will not be able to teach your men anything more.” He dug out five gold, holding them out to Roberto.

Taking the gold, Roberto raised a brow, “This is more than I lent you.”

“I know, sir. However, I feel you should be given more since I’m late getting back to you and I won’t be able to fulfill the earlier request now.”

Roberto handed back two of the five gold, “This will do, then. Anything more looks fishy.”

Quest Canceled: Return later to help Roberto train the guard

You returned the gold, canceling the quest.

You will not incur any penalty to reputation with Stormguard.

A small smile appeared as Alburet nodded, “As you say, sir. I also would like to tender an apology to Guard Wilber Gilden, sir. Is he about?”

Both brows rising, Roberto studied Alburet for a moment before replying. “He is on the daytime shift, so is on duty right now. Would you care to leave him a note?”

“I think a note would be a bit too impersonal. Will you deliver a message for me instead?” Alburet asked. When Roberto nodded, he continued. “Ask him to meet me at the Dead Man Inn this evening so I can tender an apology in person, please.”

Frowning, Roberto nodded, “I will pass it along, but frankly he is unlikely to wish to visit that place.”

“That is true, sir. I hope he will do so anyway as it I believe it will benefit us both. Thank you again, sir,” Alburet snapped another salute before turning and walking away.

The guard who had been there watched Alburet go before speaking to the Captain. “Do you think Wilbur will go?”

“I don’t know, but that two-souled has caused some waves from what I’ve heard. I don’t know if Wilbur will be amenable to the overture.”  Roberto replied, heading back into his office.

After more walking Alburet finally got to Grimgar’s. DrFrank was in the shop, examining a staff. The jingle of the bell made Grimgar look up to offer a smile and nod as he listened to the customer before him.

“This is the best you have that I can afford? Ten to intelligence and wisdom is nice, but I thought I would get more for the price.” DrFrank said as he set the staff back on the counter.

“Ye be not even level twenty yet, lad. While ye do have a nice bit of coin, this be the best ye can hope for right now.” Grimgar replied, resting a hand on the staff, “Iffin ye do nay want it though, tha’ be fine.”

Sighing, DrFrank put his hand on the ebony staff, “Let’s not be hasty. Can you come down in price at all?”

“What’s he asking for it, Frank?” Alburet asked, interrupting the haggle.

Turning his head, DrFrank frowned briefly before tilting his head slightly as recognition dawned, “Oh, Alburet. How you been? He’s asking for fifty gold for something with a meager plus ten to two stats.”

Pursing his lips, Alburet nodded, “Well, even at level eighteen the best I’ve seen is ten to a single stat and I can make most of his asking price in a single day. Though I’ll admit it does seem maybe a touch higher than I would pay.”

Grimgar watched the interaction between the two before coughing gently, “I can lower it to forty gold, but nay a single one less. Tha’ be due to a valued customer speakin’ up for ye.”

DrFrank blinked, glancing between Grimgar and Alburet before shrugging. “I’ll take it for forty,” he dropped forty gold on the counter. “What are you here for, Alburet?”

“Selling off loot from the gnoll area, mostly, but Grimgar here has been my go to for weapons,” Alburet replied as he started to unload all his looted weapons onto part of the counter.

“Wait, you’ve been out to the gnoll area? What the hell level are you?” DrFrank blurted before focusing on Alburet, his eyes going wide. “Level 18! What the fuck, dude? That is insane, you’d have to be playing like twelve hours a day for that kind of progress.”

Chuckling, Alburet shrugged, “Well, close. Have you paid any attention to the gaming news over the last day?”

Frowning, DrFrank shook his head, “Not really. Between work and getting on here to play I really haven’t been checking the web.”

“You should take the time tonight to look up news related to Alpha World,” Alburet said in an offhanded manner as Grimgar began to tally up what the weapons would net Alburet. “Big news. Should be out by now, I’m sure.”

“Then you can just tell me,” DrFrank said with a frown.

“Yeah, I guess I could. Mindblown is doing month long immersion testing,” Alburet said with a straight face as he turned to look at DrFrank.

DrFrank blinked, then his eyes went as wide as they could go, “No fucking way! Seriously? I got to go check, see you later.” DrFrank disappeared, leaving just Alburet and Grimgar in the shop.

“Ye two-souled be a strange lot, ye know tha’, righ’?” Grimgar said as he set gold on the counter and began to pull the weapons down.

“Sure enough,” Alburet chuckled, tossing the gold into his money pouch. “The next week or so should see more of my kind excited as all hell.”

“Oh? Why be tha’?”

“That immersion testing I mentioned to Frank. The way we cross over to this world is through a piece of technology that is controlled by a group called Mindblown Entertainment. They are starting a trial, letting some of us stay here for a month at a time without the need to drop off like he just did.”

A frown crossed Grimgar’s face as he thought. “Would ye be one of them?”

“Far as I know, I was the first. However, more will be coming very soon. I’m trying to gather many of those who will be here for the long term under my guild banner. I hope to show those who do the long-term thing that this world should be treated with the respect it is due. Those that fail will be booted from the guild.”

Grimgar sucked a breath in through his teeth softly, “Maybe tha’ would help. Many of ye kind be rude, abrupt and hurried. If this goes well, maybe they’ll take the time to act a bit more civil, eh?”

“There is always hope, Grimgar. You going to be at the inn tonight?”

“I was thinkin’ of stoppin’ by for a pint or two. Did ye need somethin’?”

“Not really, just feels off without Stacia by my side is all. Thinking a drink with you and Stewart would be pleasant. Anyway, I’m going to head out to find some lunch. See you later.”

“Aye, lad,” Grimgar said as Alburet left.

Alburet walked down the street to Tanned Hides, to find an apparently bored Almira behind the counter. “Slow day?” Alburet greeted the beautiful elf.

“It was fine earlier but it’s slowed down since. You back to sell more junk to me?”

“Of course,” Alburet laughed as he dropped the armor he’d looted on the counter.

Almira shook her head with a small smile, “Using me to dump your junk, are you?”

“It beats walking down to the other shop just to sell the chain pieces off. Besides, it gives me the chance to chat with a beautiful lady.”

“Now you’re trying to butter me up. How are you feeling about tomorrow?” Almira asked as she changed the subject while she added up what she owed him for the armor.

“Excited, nervous, worried and thrilled. I had given up on the idea of relationships for so long and now here I am about to marry the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

Chuckling, Almira handed him the gold he was due for the armor, “Keep that excitement inside you. All relationships wane a touch, but if you can keep the spark alive it will always work out. I’ll be seeing you tomorrow for the big day.”

“Thanks, Almira,” Alburet said, putting the coin away without looking at it. “See you tomorrow. I will be at the inn later tonight having a drink if you want to stop by and have a round.”

“We shall see,” was her reply as Alburet said his goodbyes before walking out the door.

He strolled along the streets, watching the people all around him go about their lives until he came to the maid café. He decided to have lunch there, trying one of the rice omelets and some coffee. Two other players were in the café, fanboying over the Elf and Lunari maids. Shaking his head and chuckling quietly at the other players, he knew the café would soon be doing big business once those two told their friends about it.

He stopped just outside to check his map for an alchemist shop. He found one a few streets over and headed towards it. Once there, he looked up at the sign, showing some unknown herb and an empty vial.

An older, white haired elf greeted him, “Welcome to my shop, Herbal Remedies. I’m the owner, Arion Greenthumb. What are you looking for today?”

Giving the shopkeeper a nod, Alburet approached the counter. “I have a few herbs I picked up from the gnolls and was hoping to find out more about health and mana restoratives.”

“Probably spring vines. Let me see them and I will tell you about what you have,” the elder man replied. Alburet did as asked by Arion, who nodded as he examined the herbs. “Spring vines, very common loot from the gnolls. We use them in the lesser health and mana potions. I can give you a few gold for the lot, or we can fold that back into any purchase you make here.”

“I’m interested in picking up some health potions. The last one I had was a flat fifty health, which would be less than optimal at this level.”

Arion looked at Alburet strangely for a moment. “Health potions restore a portion of the drinker’s health to them. One tenth for the lesser potions, stepping up to a full half for the greater.”

“Huh. That is interesting. What is the cost of the lesser potions?” Alburet asked curiously.

“I ask for five gold each. Since you brought me spring vines which are needed to craft them, I can bring that down to four gold each.”

“What about each of the others ranging up to the greater?”

Arion chuckled, “Five, twenty-five, two hundred, one thousand and finally five thousand gold each. The cost reflects how hard it is to retrieve the items needed to make each level of potion as well as just how useful they are.”

Frowning, Alburet considered for a moment, “What’s to stop someone from just using five of the lesser ones in place of the greater one?”

Shaking his head, Arion filled Alburet in. “To use a potion in combat, one either needs to have the potion in hand, on a potion belt or bandolier. It takes much too long to dig a potion out of a bag or pouch. Here, let me show you.” Arion tossed him a belt with six slots, each with a vial in it. “Put that on then drink any of the vials.”

Puzzled, Alburet did as Arion requested, noting how fast his hand moved to down the potion. “That seemed faster than I normally move.”

“It is. One of those tweaks the gods have made to the world since its creation. Now, take one of the vials and place it in your bag, wait a few seconds, then get it out and drink it.”

Following the steps Arion outlined, Alburet attempted the second method. It took him close to thirty seconds to accomplish the same thing, while using the potion from the belt had taken maybe two seconds. “Okay, now that makes it imperative to get a belt like this.”

“Six slots are the best you will find. No one has succeeded in crafting anything better yet, though many have tried. Such is the way of the gods. Now you understand why the greater potions will always have a place with adventurers. May I have my belt back please?”

Alburet handed back the belt, “Thank you for showing me this, I hadn’t known.” He paused, considering the fact he had improvised belt slots in his tattered robe at the beginning of the game. That might explain why he hadn’t had any trouble with the first potion he’d used. “Who has the belts or bandoliers for purchase?”

“Any provision store will have them for sale. Now, about the potions you wanted to buy from me. What kind and how many?” Arion asked with a smile.

“Hmm. I think I’ll take twenty four of the lesser potions for health, please.” Alburet held out a hundred gold.

Arion laid out the small vials that were a light pink in color as he took the gold from Alburet. “A pleasure doing business with you, sir. Please stop by again for any of your alchemical needs.”

Alburet put his potions away before asking, “I wonder, would you be willing to offer a discount to a guild if they made you their exclusive alchemist?”

Arion laughed lightly, “I would consider such a thing, but the guild would have to be established as trustworthy. I did note your guild emblem, but I have never heard of you. If you do make a name for yourself, then feel free to stop by again and we can discuss your idea further.”

Lips quirked up in a smirk, Alburet nodded, “Be seeing you sooner than you think then, Arion. Have a good day.” He closed the shop door behind him on Arion’s puzzled expression before heading for Pablo’s Provisions to get a belt for his potions.

An hour later he was headed back towards the inn with a new belt, six potions slotted into it. He felt five gold for the belt was a bit much really, but it was needed equipment and at least it had good durability.

Finally back at the inn, Alburet saw it was mostly empty. Only three people sat at the bar and Stewart was at his usual seat in the far back corner of the room. Alburet greeted Alistern, who was behind the bar. “Hello, Alistern. Can I get a pitcher of whatever Stewart is drinking and another mug, please?” He laid a couple of silver on the bar.

Alistern took the coins before fetching a pitcher of dark ale and a full mug of the same. “Here ya go. Ya still goin’ through with it?” Alistern’s voice raised slightly along with a single eyebrow as he asked the question.

Taking a sip of the full mug to make it easier to carry, Alburet swallowed before answering. “I love her, Alistern. I’m sorry if that causes you problems, but I will not stop loving her. So you are aware, I’ve invited Almira and Grimgar to celebrate my pending nuptials here tonight. Also, a guard might be along, he and I need to talk. He hates our kind though, so he might not show up. See you later.” With a parting smile he grabbed his stuff and headed for Stewart’s table.

Stewart looked up as Alburet approached, “Did you need something?”

Alburet shook his head, setting the pitcher down in the middle of the table. “No, I just thought maybe we could talk a bit. Since Stacia is with Lilith, I find myself at loose ends today.”

Stewart eyed him for another moment before picking up the pitcher to refill his cup. “Fine, but I won’ be the best company. The last few days have brought up raw memories for me.”

Alburet took a seat, wondering what to say before deciding he would be his usual blunt self. “I heard from Ioaniss that you helped take down a world boss some time back.”

Stewart’s head jerked up, his eyes narrow as he glared at Alburet. “What would you know of it?”

“Nothing, actually. I was half hoping you could tell me about it, now that I see it’s a sensitive topic though, I will apologize instead. I am sorry if I touched a raw point, Stewart,”

Stewart drained his glass, then poured another one, staying silent for a moment. The silence stretched a bit longer before Stewart let out a deep breath, “It’s in the past but it still aches at times. It isn’t your fault. You don’t know the story. It was over twenty years ago, when we had our last great adventure, which ended in sadness and pain.”

Alburet sipped his drink, keeping quiet as he watched the emotions flicker across Stewart’s face. He wanted to hear the tale, but didn’t want to reopen an old wound more than he already had.

“Our last adventure that cost me the woman I loved, Flora.” A deep sense of loss radiated from Stewart at the name. “We had our problems, but we still loved each other. It was a very rocky relationship if truth be told. We had just gotten to level eighty and were heading for the Dead Lands for the first time.”

Alburet listened intently as Stewart spun the tale of his lover who died fighting Experiment 9 out in the Dead Lands. It took another pitcher of ale before Stewart finished as the sun began to set and the inn began to fill. Alburet wiped his own eyes a few times during the story, entranced by the emotions Stewart evoked with the tale.

“I was a wreck for a good week after that. What pulled me out of it was Alistern’s father dying. Alistern needed me to help support him, so I pulled myself out of my depression and started moving again. That’s when I started helping my best friend run this place, him running the bar and me helping train the new Summoners,” Stewart finished, draining his mug again.

“Aye and glad we were tha’ ye came out of it, me friend,” Grimgar said by way of announcing himself as he took a seat with a fresh pitcher and mug.

“Glad you made it, Grimgar,” Alburet greeted the dwarf.

“Aye lad. So, we be celebratin’ ya big day tomorrow, ya be joinin’ the extended family.” Grimgar slapped Alburet hard on the back, knocking the breath from Alburet. “Do nay worry. Iffin she be anythin’ like Lilith, ye will never be idle.”

Stewart’s sadness lifted slightly as his lips twitched up, “Isn’t that the truth. She was the one who kept pushing us to do more back in the day. Even here she jumps on anyone not pulling their weight. Be sure you want this. Your life won’t be the same after tomorrow.”

“True, it will be filled with love instead,” Almira cut in as she took a seat with a bottle and a wine glass in her hands. “I brought my own drink, as the stuff Alistern serves is much too thick for my taste.”

Grimgar chuckled as he shook his head, “Always wantin’ somethin’ more refined to drink. We be here to celebrate the lad’s pendin’ nuptials to our Stacia on the morrow.”

Stewart raised his glass, a little wobbly, “To Alburet, may he always love the child we watched grow up and if he fails, we’ll gut him.”

Laughter from the other three was the first reply then they raised their glasses in salute, clinking them together before drinking. “I would like to toast three amazing people who helped watch over the woman I love. I do not doubt that it was with your guidance and her parent’s love that she is the person she is today.” Alburet finished the toast, clinking glasses once more before they all drank.

The next hour was spent in idle banter as each of them tried to give Alburet, often conflicting, advice on how to keep Stacia happiest. A lull came as they wiped tears of laughter away from their eyes over Grimgar’s last idea when a new person stopped at their table. Glancing over, Alburet saw Wilber Gilden standing there.

“Wilber, please pull up a seat. These are Almira, who runs Tanned Hides, Grimgar of Grimgar’s Weaponry and finally but not least Stewart who helps train those of my class. Friends, this is Wilber Gilden. He is of House Gilden, but is also a guard here in the city.” Alburet nudged out a chair for Wilber as he ran through the introductions. “Please, join us in a drink,” Erin came by with an empty mug and a new pitcher, giving Wilber a wide smile as she did so.

Wilber eyed them warily, but returned Erin’s smile before taking the seat offered him. “I have come as I was asked to by Captain Roberto.”

“I wanted to apologize for my actions when we first met, Wilber. Having met your brother, I can see now why you would get upset at being called by his name.” Alburet poured himself and Wilber a mug from the fresh pitcher.

Eyes widening, Wilbur’s lips pursed as he accepted the mug. “Where did you meet my brother and for what purpose?”

“At the castle. I was the guest of Sir Jones, he wanted to ask me about an artifact I retrieved. While Sir Jones’s assistant was taking me to him, we were stopped by Skippy. Some comments were exchanged before we went on to see our host. I do believe I’ll be seeing another round of assassins, as I do believe I insulted him.”

Brow furrowing, Wilbur took a sip of the ale before taking a slightly larger drink. “You say that like my brother hired an assassin for you once before.”

Eyes narrowing slightly as his face went cold, Alburet replied, “He did. The assassin who killed me three times told me that it was courtesy of Gilden House. I figured you weren’t the type to do something like that, so that left your brother or father. Not having met your father but having met Skippy, I figure Skippy was the one responsible.”

Wilbur fell silent for a moment before letting out a deep breath, “That would have been my fault then. When I woke up after our scuffle I related to my brother why I had been brought home at the start of my shift. I was still pretty groggy, so I don’t recall his face but me being called by his name would have set him off. We don’t see eye to eye. He thinks I am besmirching the honor of the house by working as a guard.”

Alburet felt his cheek twitch slightly, as his anger at having been assassinated spiked for a moment. Pausing a moment longer to calm himself, Alburet gave a sharp nod. “I don’t blame you. If I had known at the time I wouldn’t have slandered you as I did, Wilbur. Skippy is just one of the generic names I tend to use when talking to people I dislike or that annoy me. The fact your brother is actually named that came to light later. I asked you to come here so I could apologize for calling you by his name.”

Wilbur looked at the other three at the table then nodded, “Accepted. I should also apologize, though. I was excessively rude to you when we met. I don’t hold any personal ill will towards those of your class, it was just drummed into me by my tutors that Summoners and Necromancers cost the Empire its rightful glory. For that, I apologize, more so, since you’ve gone out of your way to garner the respect of the guards,” Wilbur bowed his head slightly in return.

Chuckling, Alburet replied, “I accept.” He stopped chuckling though to ask the next question, “I am curious though, if you don’t mind, what happened to cause the falling out in the family?”

Wilbur shook his head, “That is private. I do thank you for asking me here to clear the air, but I will not divulge family business.”

“Aye tha’ is the way it should be, lad. Good on ye,” Grimgar said, raising his cup in salute. “It bein’ ye off hours, would ye care to join us for some food? The stew here is nay to be found anywhere else in the city.”

“Lilith’s stew?” Stewart asked, his lips twitching up. “I think there’s a batch on the stove tonight. It would be our treat to show you that this establishment does have redeeming qualities. I’d suggest though that we adjourn to one of the quieter dining rooms to really appreciate it.”

Alburet suggested, “I’ll lead the way, Stewart, if you want to make the arrangements.”

They all turned to look questioningly at Wilbur, who eyed them all curiously. “I would normally accept, but tonight I do already have an arrangement that I can’t miss. I would be glad to stop by another night though, if that would be agreeable?”

Stewart nodded, “Tomorrow night we’re having a feast here to celebrate one of the family getting married. The feast will be held just outside the door, in the graveyard, with anyone welcome to stop by if you would like to do that.”

“A marriage? How wonderful to see love flourish,” Wilbur said with a broad smile. “Who are the lucky people?”

“I am blessed to have Stacia Crowley become my wife tomorrow,” Alburet answered.

Eyes wide, Wilbur blinked at him, “A two-souled is marrying someone?”

“Yes, I don’t know how I was so blessed, but she has agreed,” the happiness in Alburet’s voice was clear.

“I think I shall have to stop by then, if for no other reason to see history being made. I bid you all a good eve,” Wilbur replied, still in mild shock as he took his leave.

They watched Wilbur leave as Erin came back to the table, “So who be havin’ what for food?”

The rest of the evening was filled with good company and good food. Much later that night, as the crowd started to leave the group said their goodbyes and went to find their own beds. Alburet was surprised that even with the amount of ale he’d had he was only buzzed, not drunk. Chalking it up as a game mechanic he stopped inside the empty room, wishing Stacia was there with him before he crawled into bed and fell asleep.

Chapter Thirteen

The sun was well over the horizon when Alburet woke up to someone knocking on the door. He pulled his pants on before opening the door, to find Stewart standing there with a tray in his hands. “I brought some food. You have about an hour before we have to go, so don’t dally,” Stewart handed the tray off, continuing, “I’ll be back to get you. Don’t leave the room until then, please.”

Nodding and blinking as he tried to get his brain in gear, Alburet nudged the door closed with his foot then took the tray over to the table. Sitting down he found a couple of boiled eggs, a slab of bacon and a hunk of bread. There was also a cup of coffee on the tray, black, but it was better than nothing. He ate a touch more slowly than normal as the enormity of the day began to dawn on him. As he finished, he sat back in his chair, considering how he had come to this point.

He loved Stacia. He was a little unsettled by the speed and depth with which the emotion had latched onto him. He wasn’t sure he really deserved this though, he’d killed a man in cold blood to avenge a wrong done to his friend’s daughter. He had always believed murderers didn’t deserve happiness, yet here he was about to have more than he’d ever had. Chewing his lip in thought, he was sure Kaylee would have approved of his finding someone. Gods knew his mother had always hoped he would.

Shaking off his slight melancholy, he got up to give himself a quick rinse before dressing. He had just finished when a knock came at his door again. Answering it, he found Grimgar holding out a set of clothing. “Put this on lad, then meet us downstairs,” Grimgar grinned as he held out the clothes.

Shaking his head slightly, Alburet took the clothes, “I wish Stewart had told me that clothes were coming. I wouldn’t have hurried to get dressed if I’d known.”

“Well, he be a bit off today. He be thrilled Stacia be happy, but it also reminds him tha’ his own lover is nay here with him.” Grimgar sighed, “I be sure he’ll be fine later, but ye need to meet us downstairs as soon as ye can.” Grimgar pulled the door shut, cutting off any more conversation.

Alburet laid the clothing out. There was formal black suit that had a red shirt, socks, underclothes, tie and handkerchief to go with it. He thought it a bit unusual of a suit for a wedding, but he had been told everything would be arranged by Lilith. He quickly dressed in the clothes, a little surprised at how well they fit him. He noted the lack of shoes, so slipped his boots on last. He pulled up his character screen to use as a mirror, as he didn’t have an actual mirror in the room. “Not bad at all,” he muttered softly as he rotated the image of him to check the suit all the way around.

Satisfied, Alburet left the room, heading for the stairs to meet Grimgar. He was passing the last door in the hall when it opened. He stepped back to avoid the person coming through it. Lilith closed the door quickly as she noticed him, “Alburet, I see the clothing fits. Are you ready to take our daughter into your family?”

Alburet stared. He couldn’t help himself. Lilith was dressed to the nines. Her dress was a shimmering black floor length gown that had swirls of red blended into it. The cut only enhanced her obvious endowments, while the slits at the sides came to her knees. Her hair was swept back into a simple ponytail that somehow managed to be far more elegant than the most elaborate hairstyle he’d ever seen. “I think it’s more me gaining you all as my family than the other way around, but yes I am ready. I will do my very best to guard and guide her.”

Lilith gave him a dazzling smile, “I would expect nothing less from you. I am sure the others are waiting for you, so run along. We will be along in a bit. The rest of my daughters still need to get dressed.”

His eyes flickered to the door, thinking of Stacia. He nodded. “Thank you again, Lilith. You have been nothing but supportive of us.”

“She is my eldest and she is setting a high bar for her sisters to match, but that is good. It means they will strive harder. Now run along, or Alistern might get tetchy with me for delaying you,” Lilith made little shooing gestures at him.

Smile quirking his lips, Alburet bowed formally to her, then headed downstairs. He found Grimgar, Stewart and Alistern all in matching pin striped suits echoing the red and black scheme of his and Lilith’s outfits. “Took ya time did ya?” Alistern remarked as Alburet slowed his steps.

“Unintentional. Lilith almost ran into me when I headed this way and I had a small chat with her. I’m sorry for the delay, but a happy mother-in-law is always a good thing.”

Grimgar shook his head, “Aye lad, tha’ be true. However, an upset father-in-law be a headache.”

Alistern snorted, “The carriage is waiting. Let us get to the temple.”

Filing out, they climbed into a formal carriage bedecked in red and black, which prompted Alburet to ask a question. “What’s with the color scheme?”

“Red and black are the colors of the Dark Lord,” Stewart replied. “It is proper that we pay homage to the Dark Lord by using his colors for the wedding. The ceremony is taking place in the temple, so the priest offered us the use of the carriages for the night.”

Alburet pondered how religious most of them seemed to be, as he himself had never been a real god fearing man. Then again, here the gods were real, having walked amongst the populace. It was possible they showed themselves from time to time even now. Brushing off the thoughts, he wondered instead how the day would unfold. “So, what’s the plan for the wedding?”

Alistern answered him, “It’ll be a good couple of hours before the women show. Once they do, ya will be taken to the altar to await Stacia. She be walked to the altar by a paladin of the Dark Lord. Ya will need to select your bride out of the group the Paladin leads. The priest will ask the ritual questions and provided nay one objects, ya will be married. Once the ceremony is done ya will walk her down the aisle, out the door and to the carriage which will take ya back to the inn. A bit after tha’ the reception at the inn will begin.”

Kind of like a normal wedding, Alburet thought as he nodded, “Thank you.”

“While ye be waitin’ ye be greetin’ any who wish to give ye well wishes,” Grimgar added. “There be a spot set up already.”

“Not sure who’ll want to speak to me, but okay,” Alburet replied as the carriage came to a stop.

Alburet got out of the carriage, and took a minute to look over the temple. It was constructed of black stone shot through with red streaks. A small overhang above the front door was supported by two pillars which were carved to resemble destroyers. Above the overhang sat a handful of statues of imps, leaning over the edge as if watching the entrance. As they approached the door, Alburet made out the bas-relief carvings of succubi to either side of the door. The door itself was of black wood banded with blackened steel. “This place has a very dark look, doesn’t it?”

“Aye, it be his way,” Grimgar replied as the carriage pulled away from the front of the temple. Pushing the door open, Grimgar greeted the old man standing just inside, “He be here, Tevon. Alburet, this is Tevon Darksoul, the high priest of the Dark Lord in Stormguard.”

Alburet took in the vestments that were done in the same colors as the rest of the building. He gave Tevon a formal bow, “It is an honor, sir, to be married in this temple.”

“Polite, aren’t you?” Tevon replied a light bass voice, sound odd coming out of the slightly bent, highly wrinkled body of the priest. “We have the place of greeting ready for you, Alburet Two-souled. Are you ready to begin?”

“As ready as I am likely to be, sir,” Alburet replied. At Tevon’s signal, the doors were pushed wide open and secured with black chains.

“Just right over here,” Tevon led Alburet to where a small table had been set up just inside the doors. A book lay open, for people to sign as they arrived. “One of the acolytes will bring a drink along in a moment. If you need more, use this bell. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a few more things to see to before the ceremony.” Tevon excused himself with a half bow.

Alburet asked the others, “What are you three going to be doing?”

“Ushering,” Stewart replied as a carriage could be heard pulling up outside, “And so it begins.”

Alburet stood next to the small table, waiting as an elderly woman came through the door. Her white hair offset the black dress and red shawl she wore. Her wrinkled face was dominated a hatchet like nose. She gave him a friendly smile as she approached the table. “Ya must be the groom. I be Stella Rivenblood, Alistern’s grandmama. It be good to meet the man who be marryin’ me first great grandchild.”

Taking her hand gently, Alburet covered it with his other hand as he bent as if to kiss it. “I am honored to meet her eldest family. Without you, I would never have been able to able to reach the happiness I find today.”

A kindly cackle came from her thin frame, “Well-spoken lad, ya are. I wish ya the best of luck, all the women of our line be a mite headstrong.” She gave him a smile as she signed the guest book, then Alistern guided her into the temple towards one of the pews.

Alburet watched them go, then turned his attention to the interior of the temple. The same dark stone made up the floor and interior walls. The rows of pews were made of the same dark wood as the door, while black steel chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, aglow with candles enough to illuminate the interior. The altar at the front of the room was just a slab of the same stone, but with more red running through it. Behind the altar where a religious icon would normally be hung there was instead a large tapestry.

The tapestry displayed a large room made of the same stone as the temple. Pillars sculpted like succubi held up a vaulted ceiling. Each of the carved stone succubi had her hands raised, grasping dark chains that dangled to their uncovered chests. At the closest pillar an elf was shackled, her face turned in profile as she looked back over her naked shoulder at a succubus who was holding a bloody cat of nine tails. The look of despair was easy to see on the elf’s face, as was the look of rapture on the face of the succubus who was flogging her. In the back of the room a throne sat shrouded in darkness. The figure of a man seated on the throne was just discernable, as if he were watching the spectacle before him.

Brow raised as he took in the scene, Alburet wondered that it would hold so much importance in a temple. “It grabs you and makes you wonder, doesn’t it?” a calm voice asked, pulling Alburet’s attention away from the tapestry. A non-descript man stood there in black robes, looking at Alburet with mild curiosity. “I should introduce myself, I’m called Victor Veins. I’ve seen you numerous times in the room under the inn. I’m the trainer for those who follow the path of reanimating the dead.”

“Ah, the head Necromancer of the city,” Alburet replied, shaking the man’s hand with a firm grasp. “I am sorry that I don’t recall having seen you.”

“It’s something I’m used to,” Victor replied with an enigmatic smile as he signed the guest book.

“Useful if you need to slip away, I’m sure,” Alburet chuckled.

“Exactly. Well, happy day to you and to the misses when she shows for the ceremony,” Victor excused himself as Grimgar stepped over to lead him to a seat.

For the next hour Alburet greeted various people who knew the Crowley family, welcoming them to the temple. As the first hour came to a close, the first surprise guest showed up as Captain Roberto walked in. In his dress uniform, Roberto greeted Alburet with a smile. “I heard this morning from one of my men that there was going to be a wedding today. I hope you don’t mind me stopping by to see it.”

Smiling broadly, Alburet shook Roberto’s hand, “Captain, it is a pleasure to have you here. You should stop by the reception later tonight, I’ve been told that all are welcome.”

“Yes, Wilbur mentioned that as well. I think a number of men might be swinging by since food and drink were mentioned,” Roberto gave a small laugh. “I did spot another person I was surprised to see just outside. I’m sure he’ll be in soon. Have a good day, Alburet. I look forward to talking to you later.” Roberto signed the book, nodding to Alistern, who with a quick glance at Alburet, led the Captain to a spot in the pews.

“It appears to be my turn,” Ioaniss said, pulling Alburet’s attention to him. “I didn’t want to miss this day, either. A two-souled marrying a non-two-souled, who knows what might come of this. I am also looking forward to the money dance at the reception,” Ioaniss winked as he signed the book before being led off by Grimgar to a seat.

Alburet was a little shocked at how fast Ioaniss had shown up and taken a seat, just shaking his head when Vladimir appeared before him. “Vladimir, I didn’t expect to see you here,” Alburet said as he shook hands with the man.

“Oh, I wasn’t about to miss this. You’ve proved to be quite an interesting person. Besides, I was hoping to catch Ioaniss here as well. I do hope you’ll think of the auction house if you come across any other interesting trinkets.” Vladimir signed the book with a flourish.

“I hope you enjoy the ceremony and the reception after,” Alburet replied before Vladimir was led away by Stewart.

A little surprised at the trio that had shown up, he turned back to greet the next person. After another hour of greeting people, Grimgar came to fetch him. “Tha’ be enough lad, follow me.” Grimgar led him to a small room off to the left of the altar, containing a chair and a small table which had a bottle and glass on it. “Take a few minutes to rest. Be back for ye soon.”

Alburet settled into the chair gratefully as he poured a cup of wine. He didn’t really care for wine, but his throat was dry after all the talking so he sipped at it. Rather belatedly it dawned on him that he really should invite the few people he grouped with to the reception at least. He dug his Mindstone out of his pocket and sent off the messages to his friends and acquaintances. A few seconds after he sent the messages he started receiving replies.

Message from Fluffball:

We’ll be right there. Karen is with me. Hopefully the ceremony doesn’t start until we get there, seeing a wedding in this world will be interesting. Save us a seat next to you.

Message from Marysue:

Gerald isn’t on right now, but should be in an hour or so. I’ll talk to him about showing up for the reception. Who’s getting married?

Deciding not to ruin the surprise, he put his Mindstone away. He started getting nervous as he sat there sipping the fruit flavored wine. Taking a few deep breaths, he calmed himself. He wanted this. Stacia was as close to the perfect woman as he could have imagined. He wondered if she would be okay with monogamy, though, as she was pretty wild. Something that could be discussed later, he thought as the door opened. Alistern stood there, looking at Alburet with an unreadable expression.

“It be time. Be ya still sure of this?” Alistern asked.

Standing up, Alburet met Alistern’s eyes, “Yes. I just hope to be worthy of her.”

A brief nod was Alistern’s reply, “Then follow me.”

Alistern led them out to the main room, where the doors were being closed. Grimgar and Stewart took up stations standing just inside them. Alistern led Alburet to the altar before taking the empty seat next to Lilith, who was smiling broadly. Scanning the room, he caught sight of Fluffball and Karen staring at him with shocked expressions from a pew near the back. His lips twitched up as they stared. Karen pulled a stone from her bag but Fluffball grabbed her hand and started whispering to her. He hoped they wouldn’t cause a scene while Fluffball tried to talk Karen out of messaging him. He spotted the inquisitive faces of Ioaniss, Roberto and Vladimir, all eager to see the ceremony.

After a couple of minutes, just as he was starting to get nervous again, a soft gong echoed through the hall. The door to the right side of the altar opened, admitting a person dressed in all red and holding a black metal gong. They gently struck it with each measured step into the room. Behind the covered acolyte came a person in a full suit of plate mail, of black metal with red highlights. An axe was strapped to their waist and the top of a shield poked up over their back. Behind the paladin came Stacia, in a bright red dress with tendrils of black that accentuated her figure. The dress came to mid-calf, allowing her toned legs to be seen.

Alburet felt his breath catch in his throat as Stacia’s eyes met his. The sheer joy in her was palpable. Swallowing hard, Alburet felt his lips stretch in a broad smile as he felt his heart respond to her. Behind Stacia came the high priest of the temple, carrying a book reverently in his hands. The crowd murmured audibly as Stacia came into their line of sight. All eyes were focused on the woman who was going to join her life to another.

Behind the priest came Stacia’s sisters in black dresses with red lines that accented their figures as Stacia’s dress did for her. Emily was the last in line, her dress thankfully much more conservatively cut. The acolyte led the group to the altar before splitting off to go behind it. The Paladin stepped forward until they were two feet from Alburet.

“Do you come before the altar of the Dark Lord to take one of his followers as your wife?” Almira’s voice was clear and loud enough to carry easily with the great acoustics of the room.

Lips twitching slightly at learning that Almira was a Paladin of the Dark Lord, Alburet replied to her in a clear voice. “I have. I seek the hand of Stacia Crowley.”

“Be the one you seek amongst those that follow me?”

“She is,” Alburet’s eyes flickered to Stacia.

“Followers of the Dark Lord, come forward so this seeker may select his bride,” Almira said, stepping back. The daughters of the Crowley family stepped forward, forming a line shoulder to shoulder. “Which of these do you seek as a bride?”

Alburet paused briefly, not sure what he should do. Was he supposed to point, take her hand or something else? Not knowing what was expected, he decided to go slightly old school. He took a single step forward and went to one knee before Stacia. “Stacia Crowley, I ask you before the altar of the Dark Lord to become my wife.”

Stacia’s eyes went wide as her smile became even wider, “If it pleases ya, Alburet.”

“The groom has made his selection. The other maids will sit and watch what one day they may obtain.” Almira intoned as she turned to the other sisters and pointed them to the seats in the front row, then taking the seat next to Lilith.

“Followers of the Dark Lord and guests of this ceremony, I welcome you into the temple,” The priest intoned in an orator’s voice. “Today, we have a two-souled known as Alburet seeking to take a follower of the Dark Lord as his wife. Stacia Crowley has agreed to become his wife, and so we gather here today to witness their union. Alburet, do you swear upon your soul that you will protect, guide and love Stacia Crowley in sickness and in health, for as long as both your souls reside upon this world?”

“I do, sir,” Alburet said, his eyes locked on Stacia’s.

“Stacia Crowley, daughter of Alistern and Lilith, do you swear upon your soul to aid, shield and love Alburet the two-souled, in sickness and in health, for as long as both your souls reside upon this world?”

“I do, sir,” Stacia said in a slightly breathless tone.

“Do you have anything to say to the woman you wish to take as your wife this day?”

“Stacia, we have known each other only a very short time. In that time though, I have felt a happiness I never would have thought possible. A happiness I am sure I do not deserve and fear will be taken from me. Even with that fear though, I would watch the world burn if it meant being with you.”

Stacia wiped a tear from her eye as the priest turned and asked her the same question. “Alburet, master of me heart and soul. Ya have given me the dream tha’ I always wanted. Nothin’ else in this world will give me more happiness and joy then bein’ forever by ya side.”

The priest held up one hand, the book clutched in it, “I have heard the truth of the words spoken by the two before me. I will pronounce them to be husband and wife unless someone offers an objection.” Silence fell over the room for a long moment as the priest seemingly made eye contact with each person in the room. “As no one objects, this marriage is consecrated in the name of the Dark Lord. You may claim your bride.”

Alburet stepped forward, taking Stacia into his arms, dipping her while kissing her deeply. As he did the room erupted into cheers with many coming to their feet to applaud the passion that was on display. A minute later a bit of laughter ran through the room as the kiss lingered. After another moment Alburet brought Stacia back to her feet, taking her arm in his to face the crowd. Both of them were smiling broadly, with Stacia a touch short of breath as they walked down the aisle.

Stewart and Grimgar opened the doors wide, allowing the couple followed by the crowd to exit the temple. Alburet helped Stacia into the carriage that was waiting for them, before climbing in himself. He glanced out the window where the rest of the crowd was lining up for their own carriages or walking to get back to the inn.

“Thank ya, master,” Stacia said as she leaned her head on his shoulder. “Me entire body tingles in joy tha’ ya really did wish me to be ya wife.”

Putting his arm around her, he grinned, “I still think I got the better end of this deal, Kitten. Now tell me what happens next.”

“We be given a small break to relax before we go down to the reception. You have a duty as the groom to find a man to pair with each of the other maids. Just do ya best as to who ya pair with whom, hopefully there will be a youn’un about for ya to pair with Emily. Other than that, there is the food, the toast by me Da’, then the giving of gifts to us. Finally the dancing, which starts with a formal dance by ourselves, then the money dances.” She snuggled into his side during her explanation.

Alburet shook his head at how similar and different the traditions here were compared to what he was used to. “What’s the point of finding someone to pair with your sisters?”

“It goes back to helpin’ spread the Dark Lord’s followers. It was the easiest way to try matching up people to see if a match could be made. It was nay unknown years in the past for the groom to go to a temple and asked to be married without havin’ someone lined up. Hence the selection of possible brides and then the groom then tryin’ to pair up the others with matches.”

“Different from my world, but I can’t fault another’s religion. So, how long exactly do we have alone before we have to get to the reception?” Alburet asked, his voice growing heated as his hand gently slid along one of Stacia’s thighs.

“Nay tha’ long, sadly,” Stacia said breathlessly.

Recalling a point he had wanted to address, Alburet was about to speak when the carriage came to a stop before the inn. He got out, helping Stacia down then looking around. The graveyard beside the inn was bedecked in red and black, with tables scattered amongst the tombstones.  He took her arm, leading her into the inn to the cheers of those who were already there, leading her up to their room where a bottle and two glasses waited for them.

“Why is the reception in the graveyard?” Alburet asked as poured her a drink then himself one.

“It be tradition, though I never thought to ask why,” Stacia said as she sipped her wine. “Mayhap it comes from the time when the Summoners and Necromancers were hunted for their classes.”

“Could be,” Alburet said as he pulled Stacia into his lap. “There was something I wanted to speak with you about, Kitten.”

Stacia set her glass down as she shifted in his lap to get comfortable, even as that caused Alburet to shudder. “Oh, sorry, master, am I bein’ distractin’?” Her voice was contrite but also hinted that she knew what she was doing.

“Naughty little Kitten. Hold still for a moment, please,” he replied, clearing his throat. “I wanted to address the fact we’ve had extra people join us in bed before now. I’m not saying it will never happen again, but now that we are married it is a lot less likely to happen. Are you okay with that?”

Stacia tilted her head so their foreheads touched, her eyes filling his vision. “The only thin’ tha’ matters to me, master, is ya happiness. Iffin ya want no other, tha’ makes me happy. Iffin ya want to have a great orgy filled with others, tha’ will also make me happy. I look to ya to guide me in all thin’s, show me what ya want and I will do me best to follow. Others might call this weak or shallow, but me heart knows tha’ ya are the only thin’ in th world tha’ will make me happy. I ask, though, tha’ ya do nay coddle me, or try to keep me safe from harm by lockin’ me away. All I be wantin’ is to stay by ya side.”

Alburet closed his eyes as emotion washed through him. He couldn’t be this blessed, it shouldn’t be possible. Stacia was submissive to her core it seemed, which fit him like a glove. He knew she could hold her own, having seen her wield her blades before, as well as her abilities now that she was a succubus. “I will do so then, Kitten, but you must also speak to me. If anything bothers you, tell me right away. If there’s something you want or desire, tell me so we can work on making it happen. You being happy will make me happy, and that means we must both communicate.”

“As ya wish it, master,” Stacia replied softly before she leaned into him. “A kiss?”

Alburet kissed her at her request, deep and passionate, trying to help her feel the depth of his feelings. They kissed for minutes, breaking here or there for a breath before kissing again, therefore it came as a surprise when a knock came at the door.

“Sis, it be time,” Erin’s voice came through the door after the knock.

“We’ll be right out,” Alburet replied as he set Stacia on her feet. “Shall we, my darling wife?”

“As me husband wishes,” Stacia answered, taking his offered arm with a broad smile.

“We do need you to find another way to address me besides master, though, when just out in public,” Alburet softly told her as he opened the door.

“As ya wish it, asthore,” Stacia replied without hesitation.

Raising a brow, he looked at her as she closed the door, her other arm still through his. “Asthore?”

“Treasure, be another way of saying it. It was a way of speaking of a valued loved one. It has fallen out of use over time, but me family remembers it still.” Stacia said as they went down the steps.

“Ah, so I am your treasured loved one,” his smile broadened as he understood.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, there was a clear path to the door in the otherwise standing room only bar. Smiling and nodding to those who congratulated them, the pair walked through the room and out the door to find a very large crowd gathered in the graveyard. A cheer went up as they appeared, filled with applause and whistles as Alburet led Stacia to the obvious spot for them at the large ornate table where her family stood. Alburet did note the empty chairs next to each of Stacia’s sisters, obviously waiting for him to find someone to fill them.

Chapter Fourteen

As the couple reached the table Alistern spoke up, his voice carrying easily. “Family, friends, and complete strangers who wanted free food and drink,” he had to pause as people laughed. “Thank ya for comin’ to the reception for me eldest daughter, Stacia, and her husband Alburet. The toast will come after the food, so let me nay delay us. The food will be brought out to each table in just a moment. Take this time to grab a seat and enjoy our hospitality.”

People began to claim chairs, those that weren’t already seated. Alburet pulled out Stacia’s chair to seat her, then he went down the table seating each of the sisters, leaning in just a touch to speak softly to each of them in turn. “I will do my best to find someone suitable for you, please be patient with me as I do.” Each of the sisters gave him a nod but otherwise stayed silent until he got to Emily.

“Eww, boys. I don’t want one,” Emily said to him softly, her nose wrinkling.

Chuckling, Alburet crouched down next to her, “I will do my best to find a friend for you, then, okay?”

Emily considered, then nodded, “A friend would be okay.”

He went back to his seat as the food began to come out of the inn, being carried out by a small horde of very pretty women. Alburet wondered where these helpers had all come from when Stacia leaned over to tell him. “Da’ has a friend who runs a few of the comfort houses in the city. These be some of the workers from the houses.”

Blinking, Alburet shook his head as he figured out the waitresses were all prostitutes. “Ah. Well, that explains how he found so many moderately attractive women.”

The food turned out to be a variety of different dishes, some of which Alburet had no name for, but all of them were delicious. After clearing his second plate Alburet spotted Karen and Fluffball at a table. He excused himself to head over to them, a smile creeping onto his lips. “Karen, Fluff, I’m glad you could make it.”

“You ass, why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Karen said, her voice slightly peeved.

“I didn’t know there was going to be a big public ceremony. As soon as they told me I messaged you.”

“Could have told us it was in the works at least,” Karen shot back.

“We barely made it to the temple before they closed the doors as it was,” Fluff interjected softly.

“I am very sorry to you both. Please forgive me,” Alburet said with sincerity.

“I do,” Fluff replied, followed a second later by Karen.

“Fine, if Fluff will I guess I will as well,” Karen said, still obviously a little peeved.

“On a related note, I am to find someone to match up with each of Stacia’s sisters. I happen to know that Marian would love it if you would be her chaperon tonight, Karen,” Alburet watched her carefully.

Karen glanced at Marian, a small smile flitting across her lips and vanishing, “I can’t leave Fluff by herself.”

“You should go,” Fluffball told her. “I’ll be okay…”

“There you are,” Marysue exclaimed upon spotting them. “I was wondering where in this madhouse you were. Who do we know that’s involved in this wedding?”

“Marysue, would you keep Fluff company?” Alburet interjected. “I need to take Karen with me for something, which means her seat will be free.”

“Okay, but I still want an answer,” Marysue replied.

Alburet took Karen’s hand, “Come on you, help a fellow out. Fluff, will you fill Marysue in please?”

Fluff nodded. As she watched Alburet lead Karen away she frowned for just a second. She turned to Marysue with a smile to fill her in on who was involved and how. As she did that, Alburet led Karen over to the seat beside Marian.

“Marian, I present your chaperon for the evening. This is Karen, a two-souled friend of mine, who you might have seen a few times before.”

Marian’s face lit up like she had won the lottery, “Oh, now, tha’ be the perfect match for me, Alburet. How could ya know tha’?”

“I have my ways. Karen, this is Marian Crowley. If you would be so kind as to escort the lovely and single lady tonight?”

“I would be delighted to,” Karen all but purred as she took the seat.

As he was about to go back to his seat Alburet spotted Margret Wilson and her son on the edge of the crowd looking for open seats at a table. Chuckling, he bee lined over to them, “Mrs. Wilson, it is an honor to have you here.”

“Thank you, Alburet. This is quite the feast it seems,” Margret answered. “I wish you a happy future to you and your bride. I have to say you’ve been quite generous and provided a nice boon to my business.”

“You do excellent work. I do need to ask a favor of you, if that would be okay?”

“What is it you need?” Margret inquired.

“Actually, it is in regards to your son.” He turned to face her son, Dennis, “I wonder if you would like to be the gentleman to escort the young lady at the main table?”

He looked at his mom, “Is that alright, mom?”

Margret looked at the table where Emily sat at the end before she nodded. “I think it would be fine. If you want to, Dennis, go ahead.”

“Sure, mister, I can be a gentleman,” Dennis responded as he brushed at his shirt as if to smooth it of wrinkles.

“Well then, follow me,” Alburet nodded his thanks to Margret as he led Dennis over to Emily.

“Emily,” Alburet said to get her attention. “I have brought a person to sit with you. Dennis Wilson, this is Emily Crowley. Dennis is the son of Margret Wilson, the tailor of Silken Needles. Emily is the youngest daughter of the Crowley family. The ladies in matching dresses are her sisters. Are you okay with him joining you, Emily?”

Emily looked at Dennis, her eyes shy while she tried to act aloof, “I guess that would be okay.”

“Dennis, if you would be so gallant as to sit and keep the lady company.”

“Sure, mister,” Dennis said as he took the seat next to Emily. “So, what’s it like living at an inn?” Dennis asked, his curiosity obvious.

Alburet went back to his seat as Emily launched into a detailed description of what her day was like. He took his seat and got a kiss on the cheek from Stacia, “Ya doin’ well, asthore, but the last two are goin’ be more difficult.”

“I have an idea already for one of them, if he shows up. The one that is going to be more difficult is going to be a Paladin of the Dark Lord.” Alburet shook his head slightly as he wondered if he could pull off what he wanted to do. “I’ll do my best, but there is no way for me to know...” He paused and facepalmed, “I’ll be right back.” He gave her a quick kiss before getting up and heading over to Almira.

Almira watched him approach, “What are you needing, Alburet?”

“I wonder if you could tell me if there are any single male Paladins of the Dark Lord here that you know of. I am trying to perfectly match the sisters with what they desire, but not knowing the Dark Lord’s Paladins puts a crimp in my plan.”

Chuckling softly, Almira winked, “Ah, trying to matchmake the best you can. How sweet of you. I’ve seen too many just pick people at random to fill those seats. I do know of one young man that meets your requirements.” She pointed to a dusky skinned young man who was very broad of shoulder, “Chris Eveningstar, a promising new Paladin.”

Alburet took her hand and kissed the back of it which earned him a slight growl from Grimgar. He looked at Grimgar with a single raised brow before turning back to Almira, “My deep thanks, Almira. I shall depart before your guard attacks me.”

Laughing, Almira waved him off as she patted Grimgar’s hand. She leaned over to whisper to Grimgar as her eyes tracked Alburet, who wasted no time heading for Chris. “Settle down you, he was just being polite.”

“Excuse me,” Alburet said as he approached Chris, who was seated at a table with Captain Roberto. “I know I’m intruding and I apologize, but I am on a mission most urgent. I need a strong man who can shoulder a heavy burden, and I was told that you might be able to do so, Chris.”

Chris sat up straighter, looking Alburet over, “What is it you need of me, sir?”

Roberto chuckled, “You’re not interrupting much, he was asking if he could sign up for the guards with his vocation. We’d just settled the matter, and I must be getting back to the barracks. Good luck to you and your new wife.” He shook hands with the two men before heading out.

Alburet turned back to Chris, “I’m sure you know the customs of your religion. As such, I hope you would be willing to take a seat at the head table. One of the young ladies would love to make your acquaintance.”

Standing up, Chris towered over Alburet by a good foot, “Lead the way, sir.”

Broad smile in place, Alburet led Chris back to the main table next to Deidre. “Deidre, may I introduce Chris Eveningstar, a Paladin of the Dark Lord. He has been kind enough to agree to become your chaperon for the evening, if he suits your fancy.”

Deidre’s smile became blinding as she motioned Chris to the seat beside her, “Oh yes, he be perfect. Please sit, Chris, and tell me about ya self.”

Alburet got out of the way, noting as he did Erin’s slight frown. He stopped next to her, leaning down to whisper. “I have someone lined up for you, Erin, but he has not made it here yet. Please bear with me and I will do my best to get you a chaperon that suits you.”

Erin glanced at him, her face showing her sudden chagrin, “Sorry, it be just that ya got them all people so quickly that I was feelin’ a bit left out. Iffin ya can match me as well as ya have them, then I be willin’ to wait.”

Alburet thanked her, returning to his seat and getting yet another kiss from Stacia, “It be good to see ya workin’ hard to make me sisters happy.”

“I will do the best I can, but the last one might be a touch tricky. We shall see if the person I want to seat next to her shows up soon. The sun is about to set, so he should show up in the next hour.”

“Ah, tha’ mean it be a guard tha’ works the daylight shift. I think ya are lookin’ at the wrong type of guy iffin tha’ be ya intent.”

“Have faith, Kitten,” he replied as he patted her leg under the table.

“Attention, please,” Alistern called out as he stood up and raised his glass. “It is time for me to give a message to the new couple.” The crowd settled down enough to hear him speak, “Today me eldest wed a two-souled. This be the first event of its kind, as far as we know. With tha’ comes a whole slew o’ questions about what differences there may be between them and us. The only thing tha’ I worry about, though, is tha’ he might run back to tha other world and leave me daughter behind.”

Alistern turned to Alburet, “He does nay strike me as the kind to do tha’. He already had the chance when the two-souled left us for two weeks, but he came back and the first thin’ he did was run to her, to reassure her tha’ he still loved her and to apologize for bein’ away so long. He has proven tha’ he does love her in me eyes. As such, it be me great joy to welcome him into our family while he takes her into his. So, a toast to the first two-souled with enough heart to know his soul should reside here all the time.”

Everyone raised their glasses and drank to the toast. Once everyone had drunk the toast, Alistern went on, “It be time now to show them how much we care by givin’ them gifts to ease their way into their new life. Me and me closest friends be goin’ first with this one. Grim, Stew and Almira, come on up. It be time to show Alburet what it means to be part of our family.”

The trio came forward from their table to join Alistern and Lilith. “A dwellin’ of ya own be our gift to ya. It would be a little odd iffin ya kept stayin’ at the inn while bein’ married to me daughter.” As Alistern spoke Grimgar placed a key on the table. “The place be more than ample enough for ya both. It be big enough ya can use part of it for ya guild, as well. May the Dark Lord bless ya for years to come.” The quintet bowed to the couple when Alistern finished.

Stacia gently tapped Alburet’s foot with her own as a pause was evident. Alburet took the hint and replied to them, “This is a most generous gift from my new in-laws and their friends. We are honored to accept this. Our deepest thanks to you.” He formally bowed in his seat. A murmur went through the throng as others started to come forward to form a line.

The group shifted aside and Ioaniss was next to step forward. “Today has been a day that I am sure will be remembered for years to come. A two-souled and one of our own Alpha Worlders wed in bliss, something unique indeed. I do not bring material items with me to bestow upon you, instead I will bestow the gift of knowledge. If, at any time, you need aid with history of this world you may call upon me to help you acquire such knowledge to my utmost ability.”

Stacia bowed her head as she replied before Alburet, “Tha’ be a mighty boon, as ya time be a precious thin’, Sir Jones. We accept your generous gift in tha spirit it is given. Thank ya.”

Ioaniss stepped aside with a broad smile, to be replaced by Vladimir. “A truly unique couple at this time. As a man who loves the truly unique and special, I will give you something in kind. I hereby declare as Head of the Royal Auction House that you will be granted a full year to attend any auctions in said house, even though you are not of the nobility.”

The crowd seemed to explode with whispers at Vladimir’s announcement. Alburet, unsure of how to respond to this, gave Stacia a quick glance. Stacia smiled gently to Alburet before turning to Vladimir to accept his gift. “Tha’ be somethin’ very rare indeed, Sir Dracon. The gesture by itself is a gift tha’ will be remembered unto our late years. Iffin we ever do find ourselves with the ability to attend one of the auctions, we will be sure to do so.” Stacia bowed in her seat to him.

Vladimir bowed back and stepped aside for the next person to come forward. The line went on for some time, each person giving the couple an item or the promise of an item to be delivered to them. Very quickly, the house they had acquired was to be filled with the needed things.

Once the giving of gifts was done, an hour after the sun had set, the dancing would begin. As a group of people set up off to the side with instruments, Alburet noticed Wilbur Gilden in the group gathered around waiting to see the first dance. Excusing himself, Alburet headed for the guard, who was out of uniform. He had to step around people who were hanging extra magic lights to illuminate the graveyard even more, as well as another group setting out smooth interlocking wooden squares to make a dance floor.

“Wilbur, I’m glad you could make it,” Alburet greeted the guard.

Turning, Wilbur nodded, “I was interested to see what the event was like.”

“I wonder if I can impose upon you for the evening?” Alburet asked after a moment of silence.

“What is it you want?”

“There is a maiden who has no escort for the party. As the dancing is about to start, she’s getting slightly depressed that no one is with her. Would you be willing to be her escort for the rest of the evening?”

“My father always told me that every maiden should have a companion during an event. I will accept. Where can I find this maiden?”

Smile broadening, Alburet lead Wilbur over to Erin. “Wilbur Gilden, of House Gilden, this is Erin Crowley. Erin this is Wilbur Gilden, son of Gilden House but also a proud guard of the city. He has agreed to be your escort for the evening, if that is acceptable to you.”

Erin had looked uncertain until Alburet introduced them, then her smile had blossomed. “It be an honor sir, iffin ya would care to sit with me.”

Wilbur had slowed as they had approached the table and seemed very uncertain of being at the main table. When Erin smiled at him though, his face softened. When she offered him the seat beside her he bowed deeply. “It is my pleasure and honor to be your escort tonight, Miss Crowley.”

“Call me Erin please, sir, we be an informal family,” she replied as he sat, their gazes locked on each other.

Alburet moved back over to Stacia, who was watching her sister with a smile of her own. “Tha’ looks like it worked out well, asthore. Ya have done well for me sisters.” She paused as the musicians played a few notes. “It be time.” She stood gracefully, taking his hand as they walked to the dancing floor, which was surrounded by the crowd.

They walked to the center of the dance floor with all eyes on them. Alburet leaned in slightly to whisper to Stacia, “Is this supposed to be a certain dance?”

“Nay, any dance will do,” Stacia whispered back as they reached the center of the floor.

Feeling slightly relieved, Alburet smiled as he brought her in close, one hand up with the other on her hip. “Well then, my lady wife, let us begin shall we?”

The band started to play a slow, elegant piece. His eyes locked with Stacia, Alburet led her in a simple flowing box in time with the simple rhythm. Eyes sparkling with happiness Stacia followed him flawlessly. About a minute into the dance Alburet began to change the steps just slightly to make the dance more intricate. Stacia flowed along with him as if she was gliding above the floor, never missing a beat. As the song came to an end he dipped her gracefully, kissing her gently as the last few notes hovered in the still air.

The crowd erupted into cheers, whistles and applause as he brought her back to her feet. They thanked the crowd, then Alistern called for attention, “It be time for the money dances. Iffin ya wish to dance with the groom or bride then come to the main table. We be handin’ out numbers once ya donate coin. Everyone else is also allowed now to use the floor to dance with any other.”

Alburet lead Stacia over to one side of the floor as they waited. His brows rose as he saw the queue form to take numbers to dance with them. “Well, looks like it is going to be a long night,” Alburet said quietly as he glanced at Stacia.

“Aye, but it will help us establish our new home.” Her words were filled with love as she met his eyes. “It sounds so good, does it nay?”

“Anywhere with you will always sound good, Kitten.” The band began to play again as a few couples made their way onto the floor. A man and woman each holding small slips with the number one on them came over to them. The first man up was Ioaniss, who bowed over Stacia’s hand, kissing the air just above it before leading her onto the floor. Alburet found Stella Rivenblood waiting for him, her hand extended. “Madam, it is my honor to dance with you tonight.” He led her onto the floor and danced with her, keeping his pace slow and measured in a simple box for her.

During the dances, he did notice each of the sisters on the floor multiple times with their escorts, save Emily who seemed to be playing some kind of game with Dennis over at the main table. Losing track of time, Alburet wasn’t sure when he finally got a break from dancing but he did see that Stacia still with a line waiting for her hand. He stepped back to find Stewart there with a drink for him.

“It will not be much longer,” Stewart told Alburet. “Tonight you will stay at the inn for the last time. We have arranged for all the gifts to be taken to your new residence and to have things set up. Tomorrow, after you both wake we will be going over to show you the place.”

Sipping the beverage, pleased to discover it was a simple cider, Alburet nodded. “Sounds good to me,” he replied then noticed Karen walking towards him with paper in hand. “Looks like I have one or two more people to dance with, please excuse me.”

Karen stopped just short of Alburet, “So, now that you’re married is it hands off?”

“Yes, though I do thank you for the fun times we have had,” Alburet answered as he led her onto the floor. “Besides, I thought you had your sights set on Fluff at this point?”

“I’m getting mixed signals from her,” Karen sighed softly as the dance began. “I mean, she’s cute as a Lunari, and she is definitely submissive by nature, which is perfect. Yet, she’s too reserved, if you know what I mean. She did mention something about Lilith helping her with her issues though, so maybe in time something will happen. Until then though, Marian seems more than willing to help me out with any itch I might have. So, thank you for that.”

Chuckling, Alburet shook his head, “Thank Deidre. She told me that Marian had mentioned she was interested in you. All I did was arrange matters when I saw the chance.”

“I’ll do that later, she looks busy with that Paladin,” she motioned to Deidre, who was dancing with Chris.

“Fair enough,” Alburet replied. The rest of the dance was in silence. When it ended, Fluffball was waiting for him. “Lady Fluffball, it will be an honor to lead you around the floor tonight.” He took her hand gently, leading her onto the floor.

“I want to thank you,” Fluff said as they danced. “You’ve been very kind and helpful to me. You introduced me to Stacia, which led me to Lilith. She’s helping me a lot with my issues.”

“I’m happy for you, Fluff,” Alburet replied as they moved across the floor amongst the other dancers. “I really hope that you’re able to overcome whatever is in your past. I’ll be here if you need to talk, okay?”

She nodded and bowed her head, resting it on his shoulder, “You never pushed, thank you.” Not having a reply, Alburet gave her hip a gentle squeeze as they finished the dance in silence. As it came to a close, Fluffball gave him a slightly strained smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon?”

“I have no idea what tomorrow looks like right now, but if things are clear then yes, we can go hunt as a group again.”

Fluff’s lips quirked up slightly into a small smile, “I would like that. Goodnight.” She vanished, having logged out right there.

Alburet wondered if she would be okay. She seemed so fragile at times, like a glass doll. His eyes drifted over to the inn door where Karen was leading Marian inside with a smirk on her lips. He noticed Deidre doing the same with her date, as well. He spotted Erin and Wilbur walking off down one of the streets laughing as they went. The party seemed to be winding down.

“Ye did well, lad,” Grimgar said from behind him.

Turning, Alburet shook his head, “I did the best I could. Deidre was the one who gave me the information I needed to make it look so well done.”

“Aye, tha’ may be, but many before have been told thin’s and do nothin’ with the info. Ye acted on it, which gave each of them a night to remember. Even Emily seemed happy when Lilith took her off to her bed an hour ago. Stacia has just one dance left then ye can retreat with her,” Grimgar told him while watching Stacia take the hand of the last man in line, “Will nay be long now. Sleep well.”

Alburet watched Grimgar for a moment before he walked to the edge of the dance floor, watching as Stacia danced. As the music came to an end she curtsied to her partner. Excusing herself, she came to Alburet, her hand extended, “One last dance for the night, me husband?”

“As you wish, my lady wife,” Alburet grinned as they stepped onto the empty dance floor. The three musicians played a soft tune that seemed filled with love as the duo danced across the empty floor, lost in each other’s eyes.

When the song ended Alburet thanked the band, then led his new wife into the inn and up to their room. The rest of the night was spent making slow, gentle love to each other, neither one wanting the night to end as it seemed magical to them both. Eventually sleep claimed them as they cuddled, with Stacia wrapped in Alburet’s arms as if he was protecting her from the world.

Chapter Fifteen

Alburet woke as the door to the room opened. Stacia came in carrying a full tray of food. He felt a smile bloom on his face as he watched her shut the door and put the tray on the table. “Morning, Kitten. Looks like we have some things to do today.”

“Breakfast first, then a bath, and afterwards we are going to our new home,” she stressed the word ‘our’ slightly as her own smile grew. Eyes sparkling with happiness, she batted her lashes, “It sounds like a dream.”

Alburet got out of bed, crossing the room and taking her into his arms. He gave her a loving kiss before sitting down and pulling her into his lap. “It does sound like a dream. Let’s hope we don’t wake up. But first breakfast, I believe you said. I know what I want to eat first,” his voice turned husky as he sat her on the free half of the table and leaned her back.

A couple of hours later, fresh out of the bath, the couple packed their things and headed downstairs. Grimgar, Stewart and Almira looked up from the corner table with smirks. “I did nay know tha’ breakfast and bathin’ was a few hours affair,” Grimgar tried to deadpan but his voice held the traces of suppressed laughter.

“It very well could take some time, depending on the quality of the meal to be eaten,” Almira added, her voice definitely holding suppressed laughter.

“I figured it was the soap in the bath, myself,” Stewart added with a chuckle. “Goodness knows what could happen if the soap kept slipping out of hand.”

Shrugging with a smile firmly in place, Alburet replied, “Who knows the ways of the world? I will apologize for the time it took us to meet you here, but I won’t apologize for the reason we are delayed.”

Stacia shook her head, “It was me fault, I kept distractin’ him.”

“Just like ya Ma’, then,” Alistern said from beside them as he came from the hall next to the stairs. “Now tha’ the newlyweds have torn themselves out of bed, let us be off to show them their new abode.”

Everyone exited the building, Lilith joining them, which left the bar to Erin, who seemed radiant. As Alburet walked by Erin winked at him, giggling and giving him a thumbs-up. Stacia waved at her sister as they left. “It looks like ya chose well for me sister, asthore.”

“I’m a little surprised, actually,” Alburet mused. “I would have thought Wilbur to be a bit more reserved.”

“All of my daughters have traces of my abilities,” Lilith mentioned as they walked down the street. “Not strong enough to force a man to do something they don’t wish to, but enough to nudge them over an edge if close.”

Squeezing Stacia’s arm where it went through his arm Alburet chuckled, “So that was how you got me the first time.”

Stacia pouted slightly, “You refused me the first time, as I recall. Made me promise to behave. It took me givin’ ya sorrowful eyes until ya succumbed to me desires.”

“Enough talk about how my goddaughter seduced you please,” Stewart called from ahead of them. “Not the type of image I want in my head, thank you.”

Various chuckles greeted Stewart’s words. Shortly after that, they reached the house. They paused outside of the building so the couple could take in the structure. An archway from the street gave access to a small enclosed area that split in either direction, each ending at a door. Directly in front of the arch was an alcove, which was currently empty.

“The door on the left be ya house,” Alistern intoned. “The doorway on the right leads a few small rooms and one large one, but it does nay contain a kitchen or bathin’ room. We thought ya might want to use it as ya guild base.”

“Wait, both sides of this place are for us?” Alburet replied, a little taken aback. “This place is huge compared to most of the houses I’ve seen.”

“Aye, lad,” Grimgar replied, “but we have had it for some time and it has nay been used as it should. We purchased the land a few months before we stopped adventurin’, intendin’ something like that ourselves. Before… well.” He waved the thought aside and continued, “We’ve rented it out from time to time to meet the taxes imposed by the crown, but tha’ was it. Now we hand it over to ye. Take care of it.”

Stacia looked at her family, both blood related and not, “We will treasure it. Thank ya all.” She hugged each of them before turning to Alburet.

Alburet hugged the women and shook hands with the men. “Thank you, indeed. Why don’t you show us around?”

Starting with the guild side, the door opened into a decent sized room. A single desk sat in front of the door in the middle of the far wall. A few chairs set back along the walls were the only other furnishings in the room. It looked like a reception and waiting area. Through the door behind the desk was a hall with three doors on the left and one on the right. Each of the left-hand doors led to small rooms containing only a single desk and chair. The door on the right led to a large room with a long table that could seat twenty people, along with matching chairs. All the rooms lacked any other decoration, and the furniture appeared to be of good quality.

“As you can see, we had thought to use this for our adventuring base. We never got around to getting the place fully kitted out. You can finish it to your own desires.” Almira said as they exited the one side of the building and went to the house side. “Now, this place is a bit more polished, thanks to all the gifts you received last night.”

The house side had a small front room, a small kitchenette, a smaller guest room, a large master bedroom and finally a bathing room with a single shower head and a tub big enough for four people. Each room had rugs down along with appropriate furniture, mostly done in red and black.

“There you have it,” Lilith said as they finished the tour, holding the keys out to them.

Alburet was even more impressed after having seen everything and bowed deeply to the group. “Thank you very much. With all of the effort it really feels like a home, and not just a house.”

Stacia was wiping a tear out of her eye, “Thank ya all so much.” She hugged each of them again before the five said their goodbyes, leaving the couple alone in their new home.

“This place is much more than I’d thought it would be,” Alburet commented as he pulled Stacia in for a hug.

“Aye, master,” Stacia purred at him as she snuggled into the embrace.

“You know what I think we should do…” Alburet began, as Guildstone message icon lit up. Snorting, he tapped the flashing icon to find out who sent what.

From Fluffball:

I was thinking of going out for a few hours to hunt, is anyone else up for it?

From Karen:

Sure thing, let me sell some stuff and I’ll meet you at the portal guild.

“Can we join our friends huntin’, master?” Stacia asked.

“Sure, Kitten,” he said, letting her go to send a message of his own.  “We should see about getting you some better gear, though.”

Stacia giggled, “Nay, master, no need to. When you get the spell tha’ makes me stronger, me gear will upgrade. As an infernal all of our gear is unbreakable as long as we hunt with our master.”

“Well, that’s news, but sounds good to me. We never did get the coin from last night, did we?”

Holding a coin purse, Stacia smiled, “Ma’ gave it to me when I retrieved breakfast this mornin’.”

“Now I know I’m married, my wife has all the money,” Alburet joked as they left the house, locking the doors behind them. “We should invite them over to the house tonight so they can see the guild area. We can convert one of the small rooms into a place for them to shift back to the other world. I wonder if they would get bonus experience like we have for sleeping at the inn?”

He paused as he locked the door as a pop-up appeared before him. The notification was asking if he wanted to register the house as his and if he wanted to set his Homestone to it. He accepted both options before turning to Stacia. She appeared to be looking at a similar message. She smiled as she pressed an invisible button.

“We now have our own way back to our home,” Stacia said as she took his arm. “Also, as long as ya sleep in a secured room with a bed, then the blessin’ is granted.”

They made it to the portal guild where Fluffball was waiting just inside. “Afternoon,” Fluffball greeted her friends. “I’m glad you could come. Shall we go after the gnolls again?”

“If Karen’s along, then it should be fine,” Alburet replied.

“And here I am,” Karen said as she poked Alburet in the kidney.

“Gah,” was Alburet’s startled reply as he rubbed at the spot. “I see Karen is all jazzed up.”

“Of course. Stacia, your sister is amazing. Her hands are magic,” Karen enthused. She turned to Fluff, “I talked her into doing a double set of massages tonight, if you would like to join me, Fluff.”

Eyes going wide, Fluff licked her lips, “Umm… a massage…?” One hand came up to groom an ear.

Karen slid effortlessly forward to just within Fluff’s reach, “Just a massage, nothing to be worried about and I’ll be there with you.”

“Oh... umm… okay. We are hunting gnolls first, though,” Fluff stumbled over her words.

“You both need to stop by our new digs,” Alburet cut in to break some of the tension Fluff was feeling. “Part of it is set up for a guild to use as a base.”

“That’s awesome,” Karen said, “but first, as Fluff said, we got gnolls to hunt, right? Let’s go.”

As the group went inside Alburet noticed his message icon flashing. Checking it he found a message from Marysue asking if he was going hunting today. He asked the others to wait a moment while he replied to her. His message icon lit up again a moment later, prompting him to make another reply before putting his Mindstone away.

“Marysue and Gerald will be joining us,” he told the women as they moved into the waiting area.

“Marysue was full of questions during the reception,” Fluff told him. “Gerald was shocked about the whole thing, as well.”

“Guess that means you can fill all of us in on the hows and whys of the wedding,” Karen added with a gleam in her eye.

“I’ll tell the tale of love once we start spilling blood,” Alburet replied, “as I don’t want to have to tell it twice.”

A moment later Marysue and Gerald came through the door, and greetings were exchanged before they headed for the stairs. Alburet gave Kim a smile and wave as they went by the desk. She greeted them all with a smile, wishing them good hunting. As they found the right room for the gnoll portal, Gerald paused with his brow creased.

“Gnolls? You sure this is a good idea?” Gerald asked glancing from Alburet to Marysue, as if to convey his worry about Marysue’s safety.

“We did them a couple of days ago. We have a pattern that works out fairly well. It should be even easier with you along to tank one of the two we don’t lock down,” Alburet reassured him. “It’s not like we’re trying the dungeon today.”

“Can we?” Karen asked, spinning towards the two men, her voice eager.

“Not today,” Alburet said firmly. “We can set it up for a day or two from now, that way we can all be ready for it.”

Sighing, Karen went to step on the portal rune, “Sissy.” She vanished, leaving the others standing there.

“Did she just call you out?” Gerald smirked.

“Yeah and she can kick my ass in a straight up fight, so not I’m not upset about it. If we went with abilities I can probably take her, but meh. She’s just pissy that I slapped down the dungeon today. Once we start hunting she’ll forget about it.” Alburet motioned Stacia and Fluff towards the portal, “Ladies.”

Once all the women went through Gerald cocked his head slightly to the side, “When I first met you, I thought you might try for Mary. I’m glad you didn’t. Also glad to have been able to group with you. All in all, you’ve proven yourself a good person to know.”

Chuckling, Alburet replied before he stepped through the portal, “Just wait, knowing me is going to be even better soon.”

Gerald followed him through the portal, “Oh yeah, by the way, thanks. You and Fluffball really did me a solid favor by getting me on the list. I got my email this morning that I’m in for the testing.” Gerald heard Marysue’s squeal of pleasure as she hugged him. “Wanted to surprise you after we had that talk with your dad the other day, Mary.”

“That is so wonderful,” Marysue said as she let go of Gerald, her smile blindingly brilliant. “It’s going to be so cool to be able to stay in here with you for a full month.”

“We should invite them,” Karen said simply, her eyes focused on Alburet in a half challenge.

“Fluff? What do you think?” Alburet said, not taking his eyes from Karen’s challenging stare.

“I think they are both really good people,” Fluff said softly. “I’m fine with it if you are.”

“They came to our weddin’, invite them,” Stacia added.

“That makes it unanimous then,” Alburet said calmly. “Did you want to run this guild, Karen?”

Karen blinked, her eyes flickering away from Alburet, “Not really.”

“Then kindly stop eye fucking me, please. If you have an issue, bring it to me so we can talk. I don’t do this stare down thing, I dealt with it enough in my last job.” His voice was calm but flat, completely devoid of emotion. He turned to Gerald and Marysue, his voice going back to normal. “Did you both want to join Alpha Company?”

Gerald glanced at the four of them wearing the emblem then looked at Marysue, who nodded. “We would be glad to. I’m not challenging you here, but if you want I’ll help out with the guild. I run a number of businesses, so I’m used to the bit of dealing with unhappy people.”

“We can hash that all out later,” Alburet said as he tapped through his interface for the guild. “Here you are, two letters from the guild leader. Take them to City Hall to turn them in. When you do they’ll issue you a Guildstone and add you to the roster.” He handed the scrolls to Gerald, “Now that that’s all out of the way, let’s get going.”

“Let me and Mary grab the quests really quick,” Gerald flicked his head towards the gate.

“Good point, we can turn in ours as well,” Alburet agreed.

As they turned to go Karen tapped Alburet on the shoulder, “A moment please, alone, if that’s okay.”

“We’ll catch up,” Alburet said to the others before turning to Karen, “Yes?”

“Look, I didn’t mean it like that, okay? I’m a little frustrated about some things going on in real life and then you up and get married in here, cutting down on some of my stress relief. None of that is your problem, but I got my panties in a knot and acted out. I seem to have hit a nerve with you there and for that I am sorry, okay?” Karen met his eyes, obviously sincere.

Sighing, Alburet nodded, “Okay. Sorry for jumping down your throat in return. Having had to put up with stare downs and eye fucks from inmates for years makes me sensitive in that area. We good now?”

Karen extended her hand, “Truce.” Alburet shook hands but Karen clamped down on his hand as they shook, “Fluff is off limits to you, right?”

Alburet felt his anger start to rise again when she clamped down, but it evaporated as she asked about Fluff. “I feel bad for Fluff. She was interested at one point and I shot her down. She did ask if you liked women awhile back, though. So you might have a shot if you play it slow and cool. Now kindly give me my digits back,” Alburet said as his hand was now limp in hers.

Karen’s smile grew, “She did, huh? Good, good, I’m happy to hear that. Oh and yeah, sorry.” She released his hand before they began to walk into the fort. “So, any advice on how to move forward with seducing her?”

“Don’t try, that’s my advice. Be there for her. Give her hints that you’re interested, but do not press. She says Lilith is helping her somehow, so just give her some time. Who knows, by next month she might ask you out.” Alburet chuckled at the idea of timid little Fluff cornering Karen against a building to ask her out.

When they caught up to the others, Gerald and Marysue had just gotten their quests from the same sergeant that had been there before. She turned her eyes to the others questioningly, prompting Alburet to speak up. “Sergeant, we have completed two of the missions you set out for us the other day. We have killed the gnolls required and raided some of their camps. Considering their strength though, we brought reinforcements this time.” Alburet jerked his head at Gerald and Marysue, “If all goes well today, then in the next couple we should be attempting to slay the Head Shaman of the gnolls for you.”

Lips pursed, the greying sergeant nodded, “Admirably done then, Alpha Company. You have proven yourselves capable to this point, but I will warn you that the Shaman is a dangerous foe.” Her voice was firm as she spoke, making sure they knew the seriousness of her warning.

“Yes, ma’am,” Alburet replied. “We know this, which is why we’re taking steps to become better acquainted with our enemies first.”

“Very well, then. Here are your rewards for your efforts thus far,” She set out a pouch of coins for each of those who had finished the quests already. “Best you teach the others the right ways to deal with the gnoll’s peculiar traits.”

Quest completed: Kill fifty gnolls

Receive: Twenty gold and increased rep with Stormguard guards

Quest completed: Clear five encampments of gnolls

Receive: Thirty gold and increased rep with Stormguard guards

They each picked up their gold as Alburet concluded the conversation. “Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.” He snapped a salute, which was repeated by the others.

“Are we supposed to be a military like guild?” Gerald asked as they exited the gates.

“Not so much, but with sergeants and above treating them with the respect due their rank does seem to help.” Alburet shrugged, “I just want to see all of the NPCs treated right. For those of us who are immersed in the game for such long periods, it will behoove us more than most to do so. You can’t just log out if you piss someone off, after all.”

“What exactly are the rules of the guild going to be?” Marysue asked as they walked towards the tree line in the distance.

“Basically just a few simple ones. First, treat your fellow Alpha Company members with respect. You don’t have to love or even like them, but you should treat them fairly. Secondly, treat the NPCs as real people. They are as real as we are while we’re immersed for these long lengths of time. Thirdly, comport yourself with dignity so as to not besmirch the name of the guild. That’s about it. We can flesh them out as needed once we have other members. Gerald, I’m willing to make you second in command since you have experience with large groups of people. Marysue, Fluffball and Karen are all going to be officers. Everyone okay with that?” Alburet looked over at them as he asked the last question.

Karen just nodded, along with Marysue as Gerald grinned slightly, giving Alburet a thumbs-up. Fluff shook her head, “I don’t think I should be an officer. I’m not good at confrontations.”

Karen tapped Fluff on the shoulder lightly, “He wants to make sure those of us in the guild at the start, have the power to deal with those that come after, Fluff. Take the title. If worst comes to worst then you can get me to help you, right?”

Fluffball chewed her lip for a moment then nodded, “Okay.”

“What about me?” Stacia asked, her voice a touch disappointed.

“That is an interesting issue, Kitten,” Alburet replied. “I don’t know how people will react to my wife being an officer. That kind of thing always causes issues in similar situations on the other world. If it’s something you are strongly wanting, then yes, you can be an officer, too. However, we should check to see if the same problem occurs that does when we group you. And we still need to group up,” Alburet sighed as he sent invites to Gerald, Marysue, Karen and Fluffball. “Okay, hang up on the edge of the trees for a second.” He summoned Tiny first, greeting the taciturn destroyer, then summoned Bob.

Bob looked around, smiling at Karen, Stacia and Fluff. “So how was the wedding? Did you go for round three, Karen?”

Karen shook her head, “Not on a wedding night. That would just be wrong, Bob.”

“An Imp has to have dreams,” Bob said slightly defensively.

“It was a wonderful day, Bob,” Stacia said with a grin at the imp. “Did ya find a succubus for the days away?”

“No,” Bob replied morosely, “struck out four times. Worst two days off ever.”

Alburet chuckled, “Too bad.” He turned his attention to Stacia. “Stacia, demon form so I can get two of you, please.” She did as he asked so he could use his Copy Ability on her, “Okay. All my demons are ready to go. Let me just check something real quick.”

He tapped open the guild tab, setting Gerald to second in command, followed by adding Fluff, Karen and Marysue as officers. He then tried to add Stacia and got an error message. “Kitten, it won’t let me add you as an officer. It gives the same error message as when we tried to group you while in demon form. Likely means if we did add you, it would kick you once you transition. Which is funny, because your name is still on the guild list currently. I’ll need to let Vicky know about the issue later.”

Stacia sighed, “Okay, master. Ya will let me join you in any meetin’s though, right?”

“Any objections?” Alburet asked.

Gerald pursed his lips slightly but didn’t say anything while the others all shook their heads. “Okay, then. Let’s get going, shall we?” Alburet said and they started into the woods.

“You still need to tell us about the whole marriage thing,” Karen reminded Alburet.

Alburet began to tell the tale of Stacia appearing before him as a succubus. By the time he’d finished his tale they had slaughtered their first camp of gnolls. “So that’s how that all happened,” Alburet said as they looted the corpses. “Which reminds me, though,” he chuckled as he pulled stuff from his bag. “One for Stacia, one for Fluff and finally one for a pain in the ass,” he finished, handing the last potion belt to Karen. Each had been fully stocked with potions before he had put them away. “Minor health potions, they only return 10% of your hit points. But this way you can use them quickly in combat.”

Stacia smiled as she put hers on, making Alburet dismiss her copy before resummoning her to see if the belt would duplicate. It didn’t. “Ah well, it was a bit much to ask,” she sighed before giving Alburet a quick kiss on both cheeks. “So, nice when ya husband buys ya things, even if he does it for all the other women he knows, too.”

Karen laughed, “Better be careful, Stacia, or he might want a harem.”

“Nay, he already told me otherwise or I would be lookin’ for promisin’ extras already,” Stacia grinned with a wink at Karen.

“One wife who can become multiple all by herself is enough, thanks,” Alburet said, shaking his head. “One day married and already I feel like she’s poking at me deliberately.”

Gerald shrugged, “I would only want a single wife as well.”

Marysue seemed thoughtful, “Hmm, two or three husbands, though, does have a certain appeal.” Her eyes flickered to Gerald, who had stopped walking, his face showing his shock clearly. Giggling, she shook her head, “I’m kidding, Francis.”

“Francis?” Alburet asked.

Gerald’s face went blank while Marysue quickly stumbled over her words, “I meant Gerald…”

Karen chuckled, “It’s easy sometimes to fall into real names when you know the person so well. No harm done. We won’t call you Francis, Gerald.”

Gerald nodded, his face still blank as his eyes flickered over the others, “Thank you.”

Alburet shook his head, “Okay. Now that we’ve derailed that train and made sure it was on fire, why don’t we get back to slaughtering gnolls?”

For the next four hours, they blazed a trail of destruction through the gnoll encampments. Gerald finally called a halt to the slaughter, “Marysue and I need to get going. We’ll turn in the quests tomorrow, but we want to drop off the letters at City Hall tonight. Meet up at the portal guild tomorrow at noon?”

“I can’t tomorrow,” Karen sighed. “Day after, though, we can try the cave, if that’s okay?”

“I can’t then,” Fluff said quietly. “I could the day after that, though.”

Everyone agreed to meet up for the gnoll cave in three days, with other arrangements for hunting over the next couple of days by those who could make it. Gerald and Marysue said their goodbyes, leaving the trio in the woods.

“Shall we also call it a day? We can show you the guild area attached to our home,” Alburet said.

“Can we kill gnolls for another hour?” Karen asked. “I’m so close to a level.”

“Me, too,” Fluff added.

They went back to killing gnolls. Less than an hour later, Karen and Fluffball both leveled to seventeen, getting congratulations from the others before everyone used their Homestones. Alburet and Stacia appeared in the small patio area between the two doors.

“Now we know where our new location is exactly,” Alburet chuckled. “Shall we make some tea and invite them in after we show them the other side?”

“Aye, asthore,” she took the key and went into the house while Alburet stayed in the alcove waiting to meet the ladies.

Karen and Fluff arrived a few minutes later, coming from opposite directions. “Glad we were still grouped, made finding you via the map so easy,” Karen chuckled.

“Let me tell Stacia you’re here, she’s making tea for after we do the walk through of the guild side,” Alburet opened the house door to find Stacia coming towards him. “They’re here.”

“Aye, good timin’,” Stacia hugged the duo before leading them to the other side. Unlocking the guild door, she led them inside. The tour went quickly as there wasn’t a lot to see, really. “So, we be havin’ to outfit the place. It be somethin’ to do before ya all end up here, like me asthore.”

“Asthore?” Fluff asked.

“Treasure, it be from an old tongue tha’ me family recalls fragments of,” Stacia replied. “He be thinkin’ me callin’ him master all the time might set a bad precedent, so asthore be what I be callin’ him in public.”

“He has a point,” Karen added. “Master on the other world is a term not used as it has a lot of negative connotations, outside of a fringe part of society. Oddly though, Mistress isn’t as frowned upon.”

“Yes,” Fluff put her two cents in. “Like most things, if females do it it isn’t taboo, but if it’s a man then it is. Like same-gender sex, two women and the world just nods, two men and the world goes mad. Put a woman in leather with a whip and people line up, put a man in a similar outfit and people start screaming.”

“Truly, tha’ be a mad world,” Stacia opined. “Next ya be tellin’ me tha’ there be no set way to know which way to take ya life. Iffin ya should be a defender or a priest or somethin’ else.” The trio all looked away and Stacia frowned, “Ya be pullin’ me leg.”

“We aren’t, Kitten,” Alburet soothed as he put his arm around her. They led the other two into their new home. “The other world is a chaotic mess. We don’t have firm rules there like there are here. No visible gods to appeal to, either.”

Stacia boggled, shaking her head as she got the kettle of tea and glasses, bringing them out to the chairs in the front room. She handed out tea as she continued the conversation, “Then how do ya know what to do?”

“That is the trick,” Fluff muttered. “We don’t, mostly. Most of us just barely get by trying to figure out how to survive. Even in the wealthiest nations many still live in abject poverty. I notice there are no beggars on the streets here.”

“Why would there be? Everyone who has a class can find employment with tha’ class. Oh, but iffin ya world does nay have classes…”

“Yeah, a cluster fuck is what it ends up being. In the other world, I teach fighting techniques to those that will pay me,” Karen said. “As such my life isn’t horribly bad, and yet I want to come here more than I want to do that there.”

“I draw pictures, take photographs and make art. Yet even I want to be here more than there,” Fluff commented in her usual soft tone.

Alburet was stone faced as he stayed silent, looking away from the other three. “I can’t say. I am sorry, my NDA prohibits me. Excuse me, please,” he set his glass down and walked out of the room.

They all watched him go, Stacia more shocked then the other two, but being the hostess she stayed seated to keep their guests company even as she worried about her husband. “Sorry about tha’, even I not be knowin’ what his past in the other world be.”

Fluff’s voice was even quieter than normal as she spoke, “I think he’s the test case they brought into MindBlown. There’s a rumor going around that they were bringing in someone to test very long immersion on. As he’s the only one immersed at the moment, it would seem that it’s him.”

“Why him, though, and why an NDA that says he can’t talk about his past?” Karen huffed.

Shaking her head, Fluff shrugged, “I don’t know. My friend there won’t tell me anything about the test case, either. I even volunteered for it, and they picked him instead.”

“Who would we ask for information?” Stacia asked. “I be wantin’ to know all I can about me asthore.”

Chewing her lip, Fluff sighed, “I’ll ask my friend, but she wouldn’t tell me before so it doesn’t look good.”

Karen huffed again, “Fuck, now I really want to know. Ugh, I hate not knowing things. Why don’t we tie him down and tickle him until he tells us? That would be okay, right?”

“That would break the NDA and probably get him banned from the game,” Fluff replied.

Stacia sat bolt upright, her face going white, “Tha’ be nay allowed then. I will nay be havin’ me husband taken from me.”

Karen sighed, “Fine.”

While the women talked Alburet shut himself into the bathing room in the master bedroom and sat down on the tub lip. “Fuck,” he cussed softly, “they’re friends and I can’t tell them. Hell, even a wife and I have to keep secrets from her, such bullshit.” He felt his anger rise at the injustice of it all. He noticed his clenched hands when his knuckles popped. He grabbed his Mindstone and sent Victoria a message. Holding the stone, he sat with his eyes closed, taking deep breaths to calm himself. Once he got his anger checked, he opened his eyes to see his message icon flashing.

Message from VictoriaAI:

You can tell them you were a guard, but not anything about your real name or the incident that landed you in prison. Nothing else at this point. We aren’t even a full month into the game yet, Alburet. I will see about getting you permission to tell Stacia more, but not yet.

He thanked her before putting the stone away. Taking a few more breaths, he went back towards the front room. As he got closer he could hear the women talking.

“I be worried for him,” Stacia was saying. “He be havin’ nightmares some nights. Horrible ones from the way he jerks awake in a cold sweat. I be wonderin’ if his other life be the reason why.”

“He once said he was ex-law enforcement,” Fluff replied. “They’re kind of like the guards here, which means he dealt with all sorts of criminals.”

“Yeah, that would explain some of what he’s told me, as well,” Karen added. “He let little things drop when we sparred. He also said something about inmates today, so maybe he was a prison guard.”

“Ladies,” Alburet said, coming back into the room. “I’ve been cleared to tell you that I used to be a jail guard, but only that. Please let it stay there. I want to tell you more, I really do, but I can’t.”

“Tha’ be fine, asthore,” Stacia said, getting to her feet and wrapping him in a hug.

Alburet’s face was a mixture of love and mental anguish as Stacia hugged him. He just closed his eyes as he stroked her hair and held her. “I don’t want to hold back, Kitten, but if I don’t…”

“Shh, asthore, they explained it to me. I will nay risk losin’ ya to whatever spell this NDA be.”

Karen burst out laughing, “It stands for Non-Disclosure Agreement, Stacia, it is not a spell.”

Fluff frowned as she jumped in, “It’s more like a quest, one that if you fail to keep silent the consequences are dire.”

“Fine, then I will nay lose ya to the NDA quest,” Stacia said, frowning at Karen who laughed again.

Karen held up a hand, “Sorry. That’s an apt way to describe it but it sounds funny as hell from my perspective.”

“Please keep it under your hats,” Alburet asked, getting nods from both Fluff and Karen. He smiled at them as he let Stacia go, “We need to eat, Kitten. Will you two be staying?”

Fluffball shook her head, “I need to see Lilith before I log out and I need to get going. Thank you for inviting us over to your home.”

“I should go, too,” Karen said, popping to her feet. “I’ll walk you over to the inn, Fluff, and you can think about that massage. Thanks for showing us the new digs.”

“Wait, let me show you the rest of the place before ya go,” Stacia said sweeping them along to show them the bedroom and bath.

Karen laughed, “A tub that size and he doesn’t want a harem.”

Stacia giggled as Alburet rolled his eyes at Karen. “Maybe I’ll be able to sway him in the future.”

Face palming while shaking his head, Alburet mumbled, “Thank you for coming, ladies.”

Karen snorted as she started walking for the door, “You say that every time I’m in your room.”

Groaning, Alburet walked them out, “Almost as bad as Bob.”

“Your imp is fun as shit,” Karen replied. “At least he likes the idea of a harem.”

“Be gone, foul temptress, and darken my door no more this day,” Alburet intoned as he gave her and Fluff a quick hug.

“A temptress, am I?” Karen chuckled evilly. “Means you like what I bring, doesn’t it? See you later,” Karen waved as she took Fluff’s arm and began to walk with her.

Alburet closed the door to find Stacia smirking at him, “Temptress, be she? Mayhap I need to speak with her about lessons then.”

Alburet groaned, “Gods, no. You do not need any help in that area at all. Hell, you could teach advanced classes on that subject, Kitten.”

“Ah, tha’ always be nice to hear,” Stacia said, pressing him against the door as she leaned into him. “How about we have some dinner and then we see what this bed and bath can do for us?”

“Sold,” Alburet murmured as he kissed her.

Chapter Sixteen

The next morning Alburet woke to breakfast being cooked, the scents of bacon and coffee pulling him from the bedroom. He found Stacia in her leathers with an apron on over the top of them at the stove. He paused taking in the sight of his wife cooking breakfast for him, a dopey smile filling his face.

“Now that is something I will not get tired of seeing,” he remarked.

“Ya be sayin’ tha’ now,” Stacia smirked at him over her shoulder. “It will be a few minutes until the eggs be done. Ya could get a quick wash in and dress for the day. I do nay doubt the others will want to go huntin’ at some point.”

“That does make sense. Be back in a few, Kitten,” Alburet replied as he headed for the washroom. He recalled that he needed to inform Ioaniss that they now had a guild building set up as well, completing both requirements for the boons he’d asked for. He grabbed his Mindstone and sent a quick message before going heading into the bathing room. By the time he finished, he had a reply.

Message from Ioaniss Jones:

You need to register the building at the city hall as your guild headquarters. I will have the proclamations drawn up once that is done.

Making his way back to the front room after he’d dressed, he found Stacia setting the table. “It be ready for ya, me husband and master,” Stacia told him, stealing a kiss and sitting down with him at the table.

“It smells good, Kitten. Is this the first meal you’ve made for me?” Alburet asked, unsure who had been doing all the cooking at the inn.

“Aye,” Stacia said as she chewed her lower lip nervously while he took his first bite.

Alburet let the flavor of cheese melted into the egg with a hint of garlic fill his mouth before he swallowed. “Delicious, Kitten,” he complimented her, to ease her worried expression. “Did your mother teach you all how to cook?”

“Grandma’ did tha’ mostly, though ma’ did say to stop by soon to learn how to make her stew.”

“We need to make sure that happens soon, then,” Alburet quickly replied, “her stew is very good.”

Nodding as she ate, Stacia agreed with him. They lapsed into silence as they focused on the meal. Once they were done, Alburet helped carry everything over to the washtub in the kitchen. Stacia seemed a little puzzled and bemused when Alburet helped her wash the dishes. Mostly because Alburet looked shocked as each dish, when dipped into the washtub, came out perfectly clean without having to be scrubbed. “It be part of the magic of the tub, master,” Stacia told him when he asked. “Just as the camp stones be used to fully contain a campsite.”

Shaking his head Alburet chuckled, “Well, some things in this world are much easier. It is going to take me some time to adjust to it all.”

“Aye, master,” Stacia said as she dried the dishes. “Ya will always have me with ya to help ya adjust.”

Once the dishes were clean and put away, Alburet informed Stacia about having to go to city hall this morning. They made a tentative itinerary for the errands they needed to run before going hunting. The sky was overcast when they exited the house, causing both of them to glance up at the grey sky. “First time I’ve seen it so cloudy,” Alburet commented as they started for city hall.

“It has been a bit since there been a good rain,” Stacia replied as she glanced up again. “It may rain for a day or two. Tha’ be the normal way it be.”

“That will be interesting,” Alburet muttered. “Does the rain cause sickness to people out in it, or damage to equipment?” he asked, thinking about catching a cold or his leathers having issues.

Shaking her head, Stacia seemed a little puzzled, “Nay, why would it?”

Alburet tried to tell her about colds and how they could be caught by standing out in a cold rain. He also tried to explain how a lot of wet could damage leather. They reached city hall as he talked.

Stacia seemed puzzled over what he was saying, not understanding it. “Ya other world seems to have a lot of issues.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” he snorted. “Well, let’s see how long this will take then head out to sell our loot from yesterday.”

It didn’t take long, as it turned out, a simple form in triplicate was all that was required besides a fee of ten gold. They left city hall heading for Grimgar’s. The bell on the door jangled to announce them as they entered.

Grimgar looked up with a smile in place, “Ah, the newlyweds. What is it ye be needin’ today?”

“Just some junk to sell,” Alburet told him as he began to unload weapons onto the counter.

“No new weapons for ye today, then?”

“Not yet, the axe I have is working for me right now.”

“Well, when ye be ready lad, I be havin’ what ye be needin’, do nay doubt.”

“I’m sure you will, Grimgar,” Alburet chuckled.

“Aich, ye be family now, lad. Ye be callin’ me Grim,” Grimgar told Alburet.

“If that’s what you want, Grim. I don’t want to upset you, after all.”

“Ya will nay upset Unca Grim unless ya hurt me,” Stacia softly giggled.

“Guess that means I’m safe, then.”

“Here be ye coin, lad,” Grimgar handed over a handful of gold.

“Thanks, Grim,” Alburet put the coins away, then paused. “Would you like to become the weapon outfitter for my guild?”

“What are ye promisin’, an’ what do ye want?” Grimgar asked, his tone becoming more businesslike.

“I’m thinking the guild would make your shop the one we send our recruits to and use ourselves for any weapons we buy, and in return you give us a ten percent discount.”

“Does nay sound bad to me, but iffin it doesn’t work out well then I be reservin’ the right to cancel the deal.”

“Fair enough,” Alburet held out his hand.

Grin forming, Grimgar shook his hand, “Deal then, lad. Will ye be offerin’ the same to Almira?”

Guild Quest: Set up a trade deal with a merchant.

Rewards: Better deals with the merchant the deal was struck with.

Guild Quest Complete: Set up a trade deal with a merchant.

Receive: 10% discount on all goods for those in your guild.

“That was unexpected. Nice. That was my plan, Grim. Also thinking of offering the same to all the other shops I’ve used regularly. Going to be heading to a few them this morning, until my friends get here to hunt.”

“Well, hope ye day be profitable, then. Just keep the lass safe.”

“He always does, Unca,” Stacia said, giving Grimgar a peck on the cheek before they left the shop.

Greeting Almira as they entered her shop, they received a broad smile in return. “So, newlyweds, what can I do for you today?” Almira asked as they came up to the counter.

“Selling junk as per usual. Also wanted to know if you would like to become the leather shop for our guild,” Alburet asked as he started piling leather armor onto the counter.

“Hmm, I can give you the usual rate of ten percent off for your guild as long as you direct them to me. I will reserve the right to terminate the deal if it seems not to bring me enough business.”

“Works for me,” Alburet said as he finally put the last piece of gear onto the counter. “Does that work when we sell things to you?”

“No, the rate for buying is fixed by the Crown. Sorry,” Almira said as she began to add up the price for all the loot.

“Too bad, but I understand. So you guys don’t make any profit off this stuff?”

“We do, but it’s copper on the gold variety, not enough to get by on if this was all we did. Thankfully, there are only a few of each kind of shop in the city which helps keeps a steady business for all of us.” Almira began to count out gold coins, “There you go.”

Alburet took the coins, slipping them into his pouch without counting them. “Thanks. Going to hit up a few more shops this morning to see if I can lock down discounts for the guild. Any other advice to give me?”

“Take care of your wife,” Almira deadpanned.

“He does tha’ very well,” Stacia interceded for him.

“In that case, get a sign for the outside of your guild so you’re easy to find. Maybe put a decoration inside the nook as well.” Her face became thoughtful, then she smiled. “Better yet, give me five gold and I’ll take care of that decoration for you.”

Alburet hesitated a second, but Stacia put five gold onto the counter. “We will leave it in ya hands, then. We be hopin’ the rest of ya day is a good one.”

“I’m sure it will be. Have fun with your hunting today,” Almira said as she saw them out the door.

The next few stops were quick, without much conversation. The owners of the chainmail and plate armor shops set the same deal that Grim and Almira had. With the gear sold, they walked towards the portal guild.

As they walked along linked at the arm, Stacia asked a question. “Asthore, did ya want to stop by the carpenter to see about a sign?”

“I don’t see why not. Almira did suggest it,” Alburet replied.

“We need to go over two streets then, tha’ be were the craftsman who made the sign for the inn be.”

Accepting her directions, Alburet led them to the shop she indicated. The outside of the shop had a half dozen signs declaring it a carpenter’s shop, one that obviously specialized in signs. Entering the building, they found a teenaged male behind the counter. “Welcome to Smith’s Carpentry, what can we do for you today?” His eyes roved over Stacia, completely ignoring Alburet.

Alburet glanced at Stacia, getting a smirk and shrug in return. Shaking his head he faced the boy. “We’re looking to have a sign made for our guild building. Is the master carpenter in?”

“The Master is busy, sir. I can assist in his stead, my name is Adam,” the teen said, peeling his eyes from Stacia reluctantly.

“Very well then, Adam, we need a sign with our guild emblem for our guild hall. Something durable, as it will be unprotected from the elements. What do you suggest?” Alburet asked, a frown starting to form as Adam’s gaze had gone right back to Stacia.

Stacia put her hand on Alburet’s shoulder, “Do ya want me to handle this, asthore?”

The kid’s eyes flickered from her to Alburet before he looked away, his cheeks tinging pink. The teen replied before Alburet did. “I’m sorry for my actions. Your lady is rather distracting. You were looking for a guild sign?”

Alburet let out a soft sigh, patting Stacia’s hand. He addressed the teen again, “That is indeed what we seek. What kind of price and time are we looking at?”

“It depends on how the sign is to be hung, what kind of wood is used, if you want it just burned into the wood or colored.”

“We will require a post as well as a sign so we can place it next to the entry. Pine should be decent enough for the wood, and colored would be good.”

Adam’s eyes drifted again before he caught himself, “A sign of pine, colored emblem and a post as well to affix the sign to. All of that together will run you five gold. We will also need a copy of the emblem you want used.”

“I’ll get a copy of the emblem to you later today,” Alburet said as he put five gold on the counter.

Adam scooped up the gold and wrote up a quick bill of sale, asking Alburet to sign both copies. “That copy is yours sir, you will need it to claim the sign. The sign should be ready in six days after we get the emblem. Thank you for your patronage.”

Alburet nodded, taking Stacia’s arm, “Time to go, love.”

A soft sigh and curse could be heard from Adam as the couple left the shop. Stacia giggled, “I did nay think I was tha’ distractin’.”

“Enough to make a dead priest take notice,” Alburet replied as they exited the shop. “Let’s go visit city hall again to get a copy of the emblem for the sign maker. After that we can head over to the portal guild.”

“As ya wish, asthore,” Stacia said as they began to walk again. “It is getting’ on well into the mornin’. When do ya think the others will be here?”

“Afternoon is likely,” Alburet said absently, as he considered what else they might need for the guild hall.

Stacia stroked his arm lightly as they walked, letting him think. She did glance at him from time to time, a small smile on her lips every time she did. She wondered briefly about his new-found passion for monogamy, though. The Dark Lord’s teachings told his followers to take as many wives as one could comfortably support and defend. Alburet, though, wasn’t a born follower of the Dark Lord being a two-souled, which meant he had other beliefs. Shaking her head, she noticed the guild icon flashing at the same time Alburet did.

Fluffball:

Is anyone up for hunting?

Stacia:

We have another errand to run first, but me and Alburet will be glad to join you.

A soft snort from Alburet made Stacia glance at him. “It’s fine, Kitten,” Alburet said to her puzzled gaze. “Just being reminded that we’re a couple, and as with most couples I’ve known, the wife is in charge. Which is doubly funny considering everything.”

Stacia put her Guildstone away, “Iffin ya did nay wish to go, we would nay go, asthore. I answered as I did as it was obvious we would go. Ya control me body and soul, as such iffin ya ever wish to do differently I will nay fight ya.”

Alburet kissed her cheek, “I will always listen to you though, Kitten. I might be ‘in charge’ but your happiness affects my happiness.”

“As ya wish mas... asthore,” Stacia purred at him.

Fluffball:

See you in a few at the Portal guild, then. I’ll be in the waiting area.

They made it back to city hall and got a copy of the emblem easily enough, it only cost a few silver. As they left the building Stacia looked up and down the street, calling out to a kid. “Kevin, would ya like to make a handful o’ copper?”

A reed thin eight-year-old boy came right over. “What do I need to do?”

“Take this scroll to Smith’s Carpentry. The faster ya do it the more coin ya get. Deal?” Stacia asked, holding out the scroll.

Kevin grabbed the scroll and took off at a sprint down the street. Alburet watched him go, “How do you know he’ll complete the task?”

“It generates a quest for him. When I was younger and runnin’ errands for dad I would often get a quest or two from others while I was out. When he completes it I’ll be notified, and he will get his coin.” Stacia explained as she took his arm, “We can go meet up with Fluff now.”

They found Fluff in the waiting area just as she said, her eyes pinched slightly as she tried to ignore a guy talking to her. “Oh, come on baby, help a brother out. Just group up with me for a few hours killing goblins. It will be easy with your level, right?” the tall, dusky skinned man was saying as he stood two feet away from her, leaning down to stay in Fluffball’s field of view.

“She already has plans,” Alburet spoke up as he and Stacia came forward. “Sorry. She promised yesterday to go gnoll hunting with us.”

Fluff let out a small sigh of relief as she got to her feet, carefully so as to not touch the guy talking to her, “See? As I told you, I already have plans.”

The guy’s lips twisted as if he had tasted a lemon as he looked over at Alburet. As his eyes reached Stacia though, he smiled again. “I see. You just got some game, man,” the man told Alburet before eyeing the women again. “I understand you’re busy then and it ain’t no big deal. If either of you honeys get tired of this dude, though, I can help you out. Let’s just trade info, so you can get ahold of me later.” The guy pulled out his Mindstone giving it a small waggle with thumb and fingers. “What do you say?”

Stacia’s lips formed a condescending smile, “Tha’ line be old, heard it too many times in me life already. Me thinks ya would be best served by tryin’ to be less smooth, it comes across as fake.” She hooked one arm through Fluff’s while holding Alburet’s with her other. “Iffin there be nothin’ else?”

The guy stepped back as if he had been slapped, “Ain’t no need for that. Just say you ain’t interested, don’t go making it personal. If you two think this dude is better than me, that’s your bad. I was just trying to show you what a real man could do for you is all.” The guy snorted through his nose before walking off as if he had shown them.

Alburet’s eyes narrowed briefly as the guy walked away, then he let out a deep breath to get rid of his irritation. “Nicely handled, Kitten,” he said as the trio began to move towards the stairs.

“Thank ya, asthore. Last time ya got into a duel so it seemed better if I tried to dissuade the man this time.” She gave him a sweet smile, kissing his cheek.

Fluff smiled, “Thank you for extracting me from that situation. You did a good job running him off, Stacia. I’ve never been good at telling people to go away.”

The trio waved at Kim as they went past. Kim waved back at them with a smile, wishing them luck. The trio tossed back wishes for a pleasant day to her before they climbed the stairs. They met Rolland coming down from above. “Back at it again today?” Rolland asked with a smile.

“The monsters won’t kill themselves,” Alburet laughed.

“True enough,” Rolland replied. “It’s just that you two-souled are always off to hunt. Don’t you ever feel like taking a week off and enjoying your loot?”

“Just had a few days off,” Alburet told him. “Went to the castle, met with Sir Jones, visited the Royal Museum and got married to Stacia here.”

Rolland’s jaw opened slightly, as he tried to take in what he had been told. His eyes grew round. “But, I mean, you’re a two-souled…”

“It be true,” Stacia interrupted his stunned attempt at speaking. “Alburet married me the other day at the Temple of the Dark Lord. The reception was held before the Dead Man Inn. We even have a house as well as a building for our guild.”

“It’s a nice place,” Fluff added softly.

Rolland finally seemed to regain some composure, “Well, that is news indeed. If I had known I would have brought Kim along to the wedding. A belated congratulations to you both.”

Stacia nodded her head in thanks, dipping a one handed curtsy as she kept her other attached to Alburet’s arm. Alburet’s grin broadened, “Thank you, Rolland. If I had known you would have come I would have made it a point to let you know. We’re off to hunt gnolls today. We hope your day goes well.”

Rolland took the hint, “I’m sure it will. Just a quick question, your guild, what is it called? I see you already registered it with city hall by the emblems on your armor.”

“Alpha Company,” the trio replied slightly out of synch but close enough to not drown each other out.

“Good to know. You might want to know that the portal guild can set up guild accounts, which give a vast discount on portal fees. Kim downstairs can fill you in on that if you want,” Rolland said as he slipped by them, pausing as he was still headed down.

“If it gets us a discount, we might as well check it before we head out,” Alburet replied. “If you don’t mind a small delay, Fluff?”

“A small delay is okay,” Fluff replied even as her brow furrowed slightly. “If it takes more than a few minutes though, I might head out before you. I won’t be on tomorrow and I was hoping to try out my upgraded skill from leveling the other day.”

“We be quick about it, then,” Stacia said as the trio followed Rolland back down the stairs.

Kim glanced up, puzzled, as Rolland led them over to her. “These folks have a guild registered with the city and wanted to see about setting up a guild account with us,” Rolland told her as they got to the desk.

Kim’s eyes twinkled, “Oh, first two-souled guild to ask about that. It’s simple, it works just like the personal portal accounts do but the deposits come from the guild leader or the guild bank account. You should see about setting up a guild bank account if you haven’t already. Anyway, it requires a two hundred gold deposit for a guild account. Anyone in your guild who has permission from the guild leader will use the funds from the guild account when portalling. If the account is too low, it uses the person’s personal portal account. All of that can be accessed via the guild menus if you’re the leader or an officer. Did you want to open an account with us today?”

“Err, what is the rate if you’re using a guild account?” Fluff asked in her usual soft tone.

“Half of what it costs normally,” Kim replied.

“If we get a lot of people though, it could deplete that account fast,” Alburet mused.

“That’s a reason to set up a guild account at the bank,” Rolland added. “You can then set a guild tax on your members for various things. Using a portal with the guild fund, selling items, even when coin is gained as loot. One of the reasons why guilds have always been so hit or miss is because of the taxes that can be imposed. For instance, with the portal guild here we get free use of the portals, but we lose half of all money looted if we go hunting.”

Stacia whistled softly, “Tha’ must hurt a bit.”

“Yes, it did. Back when we,” Rolland motioned to Kim and himself, “used to hunt with some friends it really put a dent into our loot. That is the only tax the guild imposes, though. If we go hunting we might die the final death and as such deprive them of talented people. Everyone who works for the portal guild is required to be a member.”

“Means I need to hit the bank tomorrow, then,” Alburet muttered as he looked into his coin purse to see if he even had two hundred gold on him.

Stacia nudged a small purse into his hand, “I have almost a hundred gold.”

Alburet nodded, pulling out a little over a hundred himself, “That thins the coin purse right down.”

“I want to pitch in,” Fluff added holding out some coins, “fifty from me.”

Alburet smiled his thanks to Fluff, taking her coins while adding his and Stacia’s. “Okay. Two fifty to open an account for Alpha Company, please, Kim.”

Kim took the coins and began to enter information into a book before her. She wrote quickly then turned the book around to Alburet, “Sign the page and the account will be good to go.” Alburet did then handed the pen back to her. “Okay, the account is functional. Congratulations on being the first two-souled guild to set up an account with us.”

GUILD FIRST: Set up a Guild Account with the Portal Guild.

Reward: The fee for guild account maintenance is waived for the guild Alpha Company

Alburet blinked, “Well, hell. Now I need to run over to the bank and see if they have something similar.”

Fluff sighed softly, “That would be best.”

Alburet glanced at Fluff, a grimace on his face, “I’m sorry, Fluff, but if we are serious about long term then I need to go.”

“Me and Fluff can go hunt orcs for a bit while we wait for ya, asthore,” Stacia said, handing Alburet a thick coin purse. “Iffin ya need a deposit use tha’.”

Brow furrowed, Alburet put the coin purse away than looked at Fluff, “That okay with you? I’ll message you when I get back here, then we can go after single gnolls.”

Fluff glanced from him to Stacia, her face reflecting her uncertainty, “I don’t want to be a bothe…”

“Good, it be settled then. See ya soon, asthore,” Stacia said, taking Fluff’s arm and towing her up the stairs.

Rolland chuckled watching the ladies leave, “Well, those two are vastly different.”

Kim nodded, “Yeah. You’d think a Lunari Berserker would be more aggressive.”

“I got to run, guys. Thanks for telling me about the guild account.” Alburet told them as he turned to go, “See you in a bit.” He took off at a jog for the bank, which was just down the street from the portal guild.

Rolland watched him go, “He really does seem different from most two-souled, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, he does,” Kim replied, “I believe I pointed that out to you first, though.”

“True enough,” Rolland laughed as he started to walk away. “See you later hun.”

Alburet made it to the bank a few minutes later, pausing to look at the exterior of the place. It looked more like a temple than anything bank-like that Alburet knew. Columns supported a large overhang, and the words Royal Bank were etched into the wall above the overhang. Two guards in dress uniforms stood outside the main doors, pikes in hand with swords on their belts. They stood staring straight ahead, giving the impression of Buckingham Palace guards but without the big hats.

Alburet headed up to the doors, nodding to the guards who didn’t move in any way. He silently wished them the best, knowing some people would love to just come and torment them as people tried to do to the Buckingham guards. The interior was done in white marble and golden oak polished to an almost mirror shine. There were only half a dozen teller windows, along with a number of desks off in a corner behind walls of glass. A desk stood just inside the door with a receptionist behind it.

“Greetings, how may we help you today?” the male Lunari asked with a professional smile.

“I was looking to set up a guild account, possibly,” Alburet replied, looking around the interior.

“You will need to see the bank manager then, sir. If you will just take a seat over there, I will inform him that you are here.” The receptionist pointed to a few chairs off to one side.

Alburet thanked the receptionist and took a seat, wondering how long it would take. About five minutes later an exceptionally attractive elf approached him, “Would you be the gentleman looking to open a guild account with us today?”

Alburet came to his feet, “That is correct, miss.”

“I just need to check that you’ve met the requirements before I take you to the manager, sir. I can see you are a registered guild from the emblem on your armor, which is always the first stumbling block. You also need an agreement with at least one business in the city, as well as two hundred gold to open an account.” She paused with a professional smile, as if many people had balked before at this point.

“The coin isn’t an issue. What kind of proof do you need for the agreements?”

“We use a Truth Stone to verify the accuracy of your statements.”

“Well then, we’re good to go,” Alburet replied.

“Very well, sir. If you will follow me,” She turned, leading him towards a door near the glassed-in area beside which another guard stood, this one with a shield on his back and a hammer on his hip.

Alburet followed, nodding to the guard who eyed him as if sizing up a potential threat. The elf led him into an unoccupied office with another door in the far wall next to a cherry wood desk. “Have a seat please, sir,” she said before she vanished through the far door. Alburet opted to not sit, but leaned on the desk as he waited. A moment later she returned, motioning him towards the room, “The manager will see you now.”

Alburet inclined his head to her as he went by and entered a richly appointed room. The walls were paneled wood, the desk of the same dark oak with silver filigree inset in the corners. A number of shelves held various knickknacks. An ornate silver portrait frame sat on the desk, its back to Alburet. The man behind the desk was a dwarf with grey hair and a long beard.

“You want to open a guild account with us,” the deep voice rumbled from the wide chest of the dwarf. “Please sit, sir, so we might discuss this. I am Morgan Warburg, the head of the bank here in Stormguard.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Warburg. I’m Alburet,” Alburet’s mind tickled him at the last name of the banker, as if he should remember it. “I’m hoping to set up an account for my guild today.”

“We have had a number of people come by for that, as well as setting up personal accounts to make things easier in the city. Any of our staff can help with a personal account, but with the amount of money a guild moves it was deemed necessary to have managerial approval for guild accounts.” Warburg spoke in the same deep voice, his words the clear professional tone of one who has long done things the same way. “Since you two-souled have come to the world, many of your kind have failed to meet the simple requirements to set up a guild account. My secretary says you told her you have all relevant things in place. Is this true?” Warburg’s hand rested on a small clear crystal.

“I have the coin with me, I have already set up an account for my guild at the portal guild along with a few other agreements with a handful of merchants, and as you can see from the emblem on my armor we are registered.” Alburet replied evenly as he drew out the coin purse Stacia had given him.

Nodding, Warburg put the crystal into his pocket, “It seems everything is in order. What services besides holding funds and transferring them to the portal guild did you wish set up today?”

“I’ll need the account available to pay taxes on the guild hall as well, but I don’t think anything else is required at this time.”

“We can arrange that,” Warburg said, pulling a thick tome from a desk drawer. “There is normally a two percent fee for any transaction, along with a flat fifty gold maintenance fee at the end of each year. Are you amenable to these fees?”

“When you say “any transaction” do you mean both deposits and withdrawals?”

A chuckle that sounded like boulders rolling down a hill came from the dwarf, “Goodness, no. We aren’t pirates here. The fee applies only to money leaving the account, that isn’t to the portal guild.”

“Sounds fine then,” Alburet replied before asking his next question. “How do you get the coin from the loot tax, exactly?”

Warburg’s lips twitched, “The gods. They decreed long ago that the tax would deposit coin directly to a guild’s account at any officially sanctioned bank. This stops all sorts of minor issues like people not paying their fair share. It is the same with any other taxes you as guild leader can institute. The money from all taxes is deducted straight away and appears in the fund. We will be giving you a tome that shows your current funds as well as detailed records of all transactions. I would recommend hiring an accountant to keep track of them so you aren’t blindsided by anything.”

“Sounds like another thing to look into, then,” Alburet agreed. “What do we need to do for this to happen?”

Warburg turned the book he had been writing in to Alburet, “Just sign at the bottom and hand over the two hundred gold required to set up the account.” Alburet did both, noting that the coin he was using was the bridal money. “Welcome to the Royal Bank of Stormguard. Should you have need, we can transfer money to any other bank in the world for a small fee as well. So, if you end up on a different continent and need to tap your account, it can be done.”

Alburet nodded a little absently, wondering why Stacia had given him their bridal money to open the account. That had wiped it almost completely out. He would have to talk with her about that when he caught up to her and Fluff. He blinked, realizing that Warburg was holding out a book to him, “Sorry, lost my train of thought for a second.”

“It happens to the best of us when we are handing over so much gold,” Warburg replied with a chuckle. “I wish you a good day, Alburet. Oh, one more thing. Only people in your guild with rank of officer or higher or your accountant if you hire one, can access this book. Is there anything else we can do for you today?”

“No, thank you,” Alburet said, taking the book and shaking hands with Warburg, wincing as the dwarf squeezed.

“Sorry, about that,” Warburg apologized. “My hands used to hold axes in my youth. All of my strength is still there but sometimes I forget.” Warburg had eased up on the handshake when Alburet had winced.

Alburet paused as he finally realized Warburg didn’t have an accent like Grimgar. “I wonder, sir, why you don’t seem to have an accent, if that isn’t rude to ask?”

Warburg shook his head, “The accent you refer is how most of my kind talks. I have trained myself to speak more clearly since my job is so important. It helps prevent any number of misunderstandings.”

“Ah, that makes sense. Thank you again, sir,” Alburet gave a small bow before he left the room. He found the secretary behind her desk, she stood as he came out. “Thank you miss, for your assistance.”

“It is our pleasure to help people open accounts with us,” she said smoothly. “Would you like to open a personal account at this time, as well?”

“Not right now. I have things that need to get done today,” Alburet said, tucking the book into his bag.

“I wish you a good day then, sir.” She opened the door leading to the lobby for him.

Alburet just nodded as he exited the room. He pulled out his Guildstone as he crossed the lobby and let Fluff and Stacia know he was on his way back to the portal guild. He put the stone away as he got outside. The sound of rain on stone greeted him as he stepped out through the doors. A heavy downpour was soaking the street. Sighing, Alburet looked down the street towards the portal guild. Shaking his head once, he ran for the portal guild, the rain striking him and beginning to wet his hair and face as he went. He noticed a number of people using umbrellas and made a mental note to get one soon.

Chapter Seventeen

Alburet frowned as he pulled at the wet clothing and armor stuck to him. Maybe he wouldn’t get a cold from being caught in a downpour, but it still sucked. Hoping it wouldn’t take all day for his clothes to dry, Alburet leaned against the wall just inside the portal guild. He opened up the guild tab to check over what he could tax at what percent while he waited for the women. He could tax the usage of guild funds to use the portals. If he set it to max, it would deduct from a player the same amount that was used from the guild account for each portal. The net effect would be to give all of the guild members a fifty percent discount on portal use, while also keeping the guild portal fund topped off. He could tax the sale of loot sold up to half, and also tax all coin looted up to half. He set the portal tax to max and the coin tax to ten percent, just finishing up when Fluffball came through the door. She paused to shake water off an umbrella before she put it into her backpack.

“Sorry for the delay, Fluff,” Alburet called out to her as he came off the wall, pulling again at his wet clothes.

Fluff looked at him, her expression curling into a small amused smile, “Caught in the rain?”

“Yeah, didn’t think it was going to pour like that,” Alburet sighed. “I definitely need to get me an umbrella when I get a moment, because wet clothes and leathers suck.”

“You haven’t had wet fur, at least,” Fluff replied. “You don’t have to worry about catching a cold, either.”

“Yeah, Stacia told me about that. I didn’t even think about having my armor and clothes plastered to me, though. Now I know even without fear of getting sick, rain still sucks.”

“I brought ya an umbrella from home, asthore,” Stacia said, having snuck in the door without them noticing.

“Not my best color, but even that will beat being soaked.”  Alburet looked at the pink umbrella for a moment before he took it. “Now that we are here, let’s head out. We can tackle the solo gnolls, I think. I set the guild taxes already, portals will cost you the same amount deducted from the guild fund and all coin looted gets a ten percent cut.”

Fluff nodded, “I have no problems with that. Means we get the portals at half the previous cost at least. Why a ten percent tax on coins though?”

“To pay the taxes on the guild house, mostly, but I think there might come a time when the guild might need coin for other expenses.”

“It can be adjusted?” Stacia asked as they started walking towards the stairs.

“Yeah, pretty easily at that,” Alburet replied before waving at Kim, who smirked at his wetness.

“Umbrellas are cheap, Alburet, you might want to look into getting one,” Kim called out to him.

“I’ve got one now, just didn’t when I was out earlier, but thanks for the warning,” he replied before the group got out of view.

They climbed to the correct portal room. When they arrived at the fort, the sun was out and no clouds were visible in the sky. The two guards outside the gate looked at Alburet with grins. One of them chuckled as he spoke, “So, raining in Stormguard is it?”

“Nope, I just love taking showers in my clothes,” Alburet deadpanned back.

The other guard snorted, “Well, good luck with your hunting today. Fighting in wet armor sucks.”

Alburet just nodded, walking towards the woods with the women in tow. “So only nine more days until the testing. You excited, Fluff?” Alburet asked before he summoned Tiny. He slapped Tiny on the back with a welcoming nod, “How are you today, Tiny?”

“Ready to protect you, master,” Tiny rumbled.

“I’m excited and nervous all at once,” Fluff said a moment later, grooming an ear. “The idea of being able to stay here for a solid month is amazing. I still need to tie up a few lose ends before then, though. I’ll be taking one or two days off before it starts so I can make sure everything is in order.”

“We will be glad to have ya with us more often,” Stacia told Fluff. “How goes the talks with me Ma’? How was the massage by Marian last night with Karen?”

Fluff blushed red, averting her eyes, and studiously grooming her ears. “Your sister can really work out a person’s tension. Karen teased me a little, but she was just happy to have me there. Lilith is making progress with me, I think, but she thinks it will be a while before I get over some of my more serious issues. I still don’t understand how she does it.”

Bob popped into existence as Alburet finished summoning him, “So just Fluff today? Wait, she is blushing already? What did I miss?”

Alburet sighed, “Nothing, Bob. Outside of her recounting the wild sex she used to have.”

Fluff went a darker red while Bob stopped dead, his mouth falling open, “I missed that? Why didn’t you summon me first, then?” Bob’s lips quivered slightly as if he had just been told that his birthday had been canceled.

Alburet burst out laughing, “Sorry, Fluff. I really wanted to see how he would respond. Seriously, Bob, she didn’t say anything of the sort. She was talking about how Lilith was helping her with her issues.”

Bob let out a huff as he glared at Alburet, “That wasn’t nice. First you won’t let me stay and watch Stacia and her double, then you do that to me.”

Stacia giggled, “The life of an imp is tough.”

“I know,” Bob nodded, “bad enough when your friend is as smart as a rock, but then to have your master deliberately taunt you like that is awful.”

“It shows he cares,” Tiny rumbled. “Remember what Grefluzan was saying, his master won’t let him speak at all. Master, on the other hand, engages you on your own level.”

Everyone blinked at Tiny, who had lapsed back into silence. Bob sighed. “Okay, fine, you have a point. But it still wasn’t nice.”

“You’re right Bob, I’m sorry for teasing you like that. And I’m sorry for embarrassing you even more, Fluff. Stacia, if you would give Bob a hug to make him feel better, please?” Alburet asked just as he copied her.

The two Stacias converged on Bob, who froze in place, his eyes going wide. One Stacia picked him up, hugging him tightly to her chest. He let out a muffled gasp as the other Stacia sandwiched him from behind. After about ten seconds they moved back, letting Bob flop to the ground, gasping.

“I’ve died and the Dark Lord sent me to paradise,” Bob finally panted a moment later, his eyes glazed.

Fluff let out a stifled snort, her cheeks pink as she looked at the imp, “He really is passionate about Succubi, isn’t he?”

“Alright Bob, we good now?” Alburet asked. They’d reached the edge of the tree line.

Bob sprang to his feet, standing at attention and snapped a salute, “Yes, master!” He skipped off as if floating on air, up to the front with Tiny.

Fluff gave another muffled snort of laughter, “He is funny.”

“Da’s imp was serious and never played jokes. Bob is completely different. He be more like Unca Stew’s imp, who loved to play pranks on the other infernals,” Stacia added as they entered the woods, heading for the first path to set an ambush.

“I’m glad he isn’t into practical jokes,” Alburet chuckled. “Okay, Kitten, we start like before with you dazing the gnoll. Tiny will grab it after I blast the plant life off its back and then we gang up on it until it dies.”

They followed that plan for close to two hours, taking a break around noon for jerky and tea just after Alburet leveled to nineteen. Fluff asked about his new spell. “Demonic Vitality rank two. It now gives ten health per second for its minute-long duration. That should help Tiny a bit more. Just one more level until a new ability.”

“Ya be getting’ the chance to take an ability for one of us next level then, master,” Stacia told him as she finished her jerky. “I look forward for what ya think will be the best way to go. Mayhap ya will take the other option instead, though.”

“I doubt it, upgrading you three is a major priority. Plus, the really cool abilities will be later on, I would think,” Alburet smiled at her. Before he could add more the guild icon started flashing.

Gerald:

We’re here, are you all hunting already?

Fluffball:

We’re killing single gnolls. If you two come out we can tackle the camps again.

Stacia:

Aye, it be boring doin’ the single ones, come and join us.

Gerald:

We’re on the way.

Alburet put his Guildstone away, not seeing any point of adding anything. “Guess I get to be the strong silent type with you all around,” he mused.

“Aye,” Stacia giggled.

About thirty minutes later they retreated to meet up with Gerald and Marysue at the edge of the woods. A round of hugs and handshakes went on as they merged into a single group with Alburet sending invites to the duo.

“Did you use the guild fund at the portal guild?” Alburet asked as they started into the woods.

“Yeah we did. Why did it deduct coin from me?” Gerald asked.

Alburet filled Gerald in on the guild fund and the guild account at the bank as well as the taxes. “This will help build our funds for later expenses plus taking care of the guild hall, without it becoming too intrusive I think.”

Gerald mulled it over, “I’m not sure if ten percent is the right way to go. Five percent will do the same thing. More so once we add in other long term testers. Since our guild can hunt longer and more often, a lower rate is even more attractive for those we are looking to add. I think most of the other guilds will go ten percent or more, they’ll have to to even get a permanent guild building, I think. It’s funny that we already have one and they haven’t announced the system yet.”

Blinking, Alburet pursed his lips, “I hadn’t thought of that. I bet they’re going to announce it when they kick open the long term testing in nine days. Wouldn’t be surprised if they take,” he caught himself, looking at Stacia, “the portal between our worlds down for a day, to update things before they put you all in for the test.”

“They want us there a day early, for prep,” Marysue added. “That email came this morning. So your thoughts have merit.”

“Are you two going to take a day or so off before that to square things away?” Alburet asked. “Fluff mentioned doing so already.”

“Yeah, I should,” Gerald sighed. “Mary doesn’t have to worry about it, but I do.”

“I’ll take the day off if you do, Gerald. You know dad doesn’t want me playing without you with me. I tried to tell him that I’m perfectly safe in the game, but he won’t listen,” Marysue sighed. “It’s like he can’t understand that nothing really bad can happen to me while I’m in Alpha World.”

“All parents worry,” Stacia said softly. “Me own Da’ all but forbad me from huntin’. If nay for Alburet, I would still be stuck in the inn.”

Alburet gave one of her a squeeze, “Here we are. Time to get our game faces on.”

They fell into position and launched their attacks with what was fast becoming practiced ease. Alburet and Bob threw Fire Blasts onto the shelters, drawing out each set of two. Stacia dazed both casters while Tiny and Gerald each picked up a melee. Fluff was just behind them, focusing Tiny’s opponent down first. Bob and Alburet focused their attacks on the same one. Once it died, they switched over to the one on Gerald, dropping it in short order. Once both melee were dead they single focused down the casters, with Alburet burning the spores off their backs first. A minute later they were looting and heading for the next camp.

Pausing on the trails to kill the lone wanders, they went from camp to camp for the next five hours, slaughtering gnolls with brutal efficiency. With an hour or so of daylight left Fluff spoke up after they killed another camp. “I need to get going for the night. I’m supposed to stop by to see Lilith before I log off.”

The rest of the group spent another hour killing gnolls, each camp taking just a bit longer without the damage Fluff contributed. Just as the sun was setting at six, they called a halt for the night. Marysue was supposed to have dinner with her father, though she seemed reluctant to go. They decided to turn in quests first so the group headed back to the keep. Once they’d turned in their quests, Gerald and Marysue logged out for the night.

Left to themselves, Alburet looked around, “We could go back to soloing for a bit.”

“Or we could go home, have dinner and a relaxing bath. Mayhap a massage then climb into bed,” Stacia said as she sandwiched him with her two bodies.

Bob let out a wolf whistle, “Option three, take the imp with.”

Face palming, Alburet shook his head, “That is never an option, Bob. I don’t do imp.”

“That’s fine as long as she does,” Bob winked at Stacia. “You know Stacia, they say once you go imp…”

“Goodnight, Bob,” Alburet cut him off with exasperation.

“Spoilsport,” Bob muttered before he vanished.

“Hunting tomorrow, master?” Tiny asked.

“Yeah. Karen will be here tomorrow instead of Fluff. Gerald and Marysue should join us in the afternoon, as well.”

“He is a good protector,” Tiny rumbled before he also vanished.

“Wait, did he just compliment Gerald?” Alburet muttered.

“Aye, me thinks he sees the same in Gerald as himself. Complete devotion to guarding another,” Stacia replied as Alburet dismissed the copy of her.

“Well, Kitten, you ready to go home?”

“With ya, master, anywhere is home. But I do look forward to tha’ bath. Just one thin’- do ya want food first, ya bath first or perhaps me?” With a wink she vanished, having used her Homestone.

Alburet paused, chuckling for a moment, “I wonder where she picked up that line. Oh well, time to go make the hard choices.”

He appeared before the house, with the rain coming down hard. He scurried into the house, already dripping from the short time he was outside. As he entered the house, he saw the line of wet leathers and clothing Stacia had been wearing that led to the bedroom. “Well, that answers that,” he smirked as he began to do the same, stripping as he made his way to the washroom where he could hear the shower running.

Waking the next morning, Alburet found Stacia in the kitchen, with meat on the stove sizzling away. “Morning, Kitten. What are you making today?” Alburet asked as he wrapped her up from behind, nuzzling her neck.

“Steak and eggs, iffin ya do nay distract me into burnin’ the meat,” Stacia whispered to him as she ground her ass against him.

Giving her bust a quick squeeze, he released her and stepped away. “Don’t want to ruin your cooking, Kitten,” he replied with a smirk at her disappointed sigh from being released.

“Then go get ya shower in, so ya don’t tempt me to leave the food cookin’ to drag ya to the floor,” she mock growled at him as she looked over her shoulder at him.

Blowing her a kiss, he went and did as she suggested, coming back out to the front room just as she set plates on the table. “See, tha’ be good timin’, though I was all for leavin’ the steak for a ready sausage.”

“You surely live up to being a succubus, Kitten,” Alburet chuckled before taking a bite of perfect, medium rare steak.

“Thank ya master, it be nice to be complimented,” Stacia grinned at him.

Shaking his head, Alburet enjoyed the perfectly cooked steak, still amazed at what had transpired for him in the short time he’d been here. After they finished their meal and washed the dishes they got ready to head out for the day. The guild icon started flashing.

Karen:

Hey, I’m on and wanting to go kill some gnolls, anyone want to come?

Stacia:

Sounds good to us. Meet you at the portal guild in a bit. It sounds like rain today so you might want to grab an umbrella.

As she put the Guildstone away a crash of thunder rumbled overhead. “Maybe today I won’t get as soaked,” Alburet chuckled as he pulled out his pink umbrella. He locked the door as Stacia opened her blue umbrella. Arm in arm, the couple walked through the rain towards the portal guild. Alburet noticed how much emptier the streets were than normal. He mentally shrugged, figuring people here didn’t like to get drenched any more than they did on Earth.

When they got to the portal guild, Karen was already there and chatting amiably with three guys. “Sorry guys, the guild leader is here. Got to go do guild things, you know how it is,” Karen said.

“How do we join?” The tallest one, who had a shield asked.

“Are you part of the immersion testing group?” Alburet asked.

“Oh, come on, they only invited like friends and family to that. Nobody outside of the select few are really getting into that,” one of the others cut in to say.

Karen laughed, “Wrong. I got invited in and I don’t have friends or family with Mindblown. It was dependent on the survey they sent out to beta testers.”

“I filled out that survey,” the tall one added. “I still didn’t get an invite.”

“They only picked a few hundred from what I’ve heard,” Alburet shrugged. “They’ll pick up more people a month or two down the road, I would bet.”

“Still, how are you going to find out who is or isn’t in?” The third guy asked.

“I won’t be completely sure, but it will become obvious after a few days. The pods have an automatic eject if you try to go past a full day in them at the moment, so it won’t be hard to tell.” Alburet replied, holding up a hand, “We aren’t taking more people into the guild until after the test starts up, sorry.”

The tall guy shrugged, “Well then. Maybe next month I’ll be seeing you. Good hunting to you.” The other two mumbled goodbyes then the trio of guys headed for the stairs.

“Wasn’t expecting that,” Karen muttered. She looked at Alburet, “We good for gnolls?”

“Should be. Gerald and Marysue should be on in a few hours, so we can pick them up to hit the camps. Until then we’ll have to prowl for singles.”

“Here I was thinkin’ ya had given up tha’ pastime, once ya got me,” Stacia mock pouted at him with twinkling eyes full of mischief.

“Well, a man with my stamina needs a few women to keep him satisfied,” Alburet shot back without thinking.

Karen ran a hand across the back of his neck, “Oh really?”

“So ya do be wantin’ a harem then, asthore?” Stacia added quickly.

Face palming, Alburet sighed, “I yield, ladies, I yield. I spoke without thinking. Please have mercy.”

Karen pouted, “Teasing isn’t very nice.”

“Says the woman who teased me vigorously when we met, as I recall.”

Stacia giggled, “Ya recall complimentin’ me on me nature this morning’, asthore?” When Alburet nodded, she continued, “I will nay object to havin’ others join us, it be part of me nature. I know ya have reservations about it though, so for now it be just us. Iffin ya want to expand later I be more than willin’, okay?”

Karen began to smile, “If he does Stacia, let me know.”

With a deep sigh Alburet shook his head, “We going hunting today?”

Karen took the arm Stacia wasn’t on, “Of course. Today we are hunting Summoners…” she said with an Elmer Fudd voice.

“Rabbit season,” Alburet muttered as he started walking them towards the stairs.

Stacia looked a bit confused, “Why do we be huntin’ Summoners?”

They said hello to Kim on their way past while Karen tried to explain the idea of the Looney Toons to Stacia. Stacia was still frowning when they reached the portal room. She was nodding though by the time they reached the edge of the woods. “So it be like a hand puppet show of silliness,” she finally nodded.

“Close enough,” Alburet said to stop the conversation, as he had already summoned Tiny and two Bobs. Knowing that they would be tackling only a single gnoll at a time for now, it made sense to up the damage instead of having two succubi.

As they started into the woods, Tiny took the lead. They soon found the first trail and settled in, to wait for the first patrol. They fell into the pattern they had used before, with Stacia Dazing the gnoll so they could surround it. Then Alburet would hit it with his axe full of flames, killing the spores on its back. Finally, Tiny grappled it so the others could attack with impunity. After the dead gnoll was looted they would move off to the next ambush point and repeat the process.

About four hours after they started the guild icon flashed, letting them know Gerald and Marysue were on. They met up and went out to hunt the gnoll camps for close to five hours. By that time, Gerald and Marysue had hit eighteen. “We’re a bit under the recommended minimum for the gnoll dungeon,” Gerald commented as they were heading back to the keep. “I’m not sure we should go after the dungeon tomorrow.”

“We can do it,” Karen said with conviction.

“It won’t hurt for us to give it a try,” Alburet shrugged. “At worst we die horribly and then wait to try it again.”

“Okay. So, meet up tomorrow around noon?” Gerald asked.

The others agreed to meet up at noon before they broke up for the night. They each sold off the loot at the fort. Gerald and Marysue took a room at the inn inside the fort complex. Karen said she was off to see Marian at the Dead Man Inn. Alburet hugged Stacia to him, “So, back to our place or would you like to go to the café tonight?”

“A date, asthore? Sounds nice,” Stacia murmured as she hugged him back.

Using their Homestones, the couple appeared outside their home. At Stacia’s warning, they had their umbrellas open already, as it was still raining. Arm in arm they walked down to the café. When they arrived they found the place packed with people. An elf butler greeted them, “Welcome home, master and mistress. I am sorry that we are not ready for you at this time. Would you mind waiting?”

“We’re fine with waiting,” Alburet told the elf.

“Please take a seat right there then master, and we will be with you shortly,” the elf pointed to a small sofa just inside the door and off to one side.

It wasn’t long before a table opened up and they were seated. A tiger striped lunari walked them to the table, his voice a deep purr as he gave them their menus and took their drink order. The couple ordered crepes to go with their coffee, sampling each other’s without incident before returning home. As they made their way back to their house the rain stopped.

“Three or four weeks before it comes again,” Stacia said as she put her umbrella away.

Alburet frowned briefly then nodded, “The rain always comes every three or four weeks for two days?”

“Aye, tha’ be the way the gods made the world,” Stacia replied a little puzzled. “How does it work on ya other world?”

Alburet tried to convey the chaos that was weather on Earth as they walked. He finished shortly after they got home, “That’s the best I can do to explain it.”

“Ya other world be truly mad, master,” Stacia mused. “No way to know what to do with ya life, the weather a chaotic mess and no gods to help ya. Truly, it be a marvel ya were able to get here.”

Pulling her down onto his lap to snuggle, he agreed. “Yes. I can never agree enough with that line, Kitten. That’s why I hope that when we start recruiting others I can get them to understand how much better it is here. Maybe one day the bridge between our worlds can be made permanent so me and others like me can stay here all the time. In another eight days, the bridge will be down again and I will be gone for a day or more again.”

Stacia clutched him tightly, “Ya will come back, though?”

“Always, Kitten. I would fight the gods themselves to come back to you.” The rest of the night Alburet spent comforting and pleasuring the love of his life. He hoped to ease some of her fears that he would disappear and not come back. Eventually they fell asleep with Stacia as the little spoon with Alburet holding her from behind.

Alburet

Human Summoner

Level 19

Strength: 24 (19)

Agility: 24 (19)

Constitution: 30

Intelligence: 54 (24)

Wisdom: 69 (19)

Charisma: 35

Health: 1250

Mana: 1630

Spells:

Demon Skin-Rank 2

Demonic Retribution- Rank 2

Summon Least Imp

Fire Blast- Rank 2

Sap Strength- Rank 2

Demonic Haze- Rank 2

Summon Lesser Destroyer

Demonic Vitality- Rank 2

Fire Burst

Summon Lesser Succubus

Abilities:

Personal Spells

Flame Weapon

Copy

Chapter Eighteen

The next morning, after a bit of pinch and tickle, the couple had breakfast then got ready for the day. It was about two hours until noon, but having nothing else they needed to do before hunting they headed for the portal guild. Kim wasn’t on duty so they didn’t stop to chat at the desk, instead heading straight up to the portal. Stepping through, they greeted the two guards before entering the yard of the keep.

They headed into the inn and took a seat with a pot of tea, sipping it while they waited for the others to show. An hour later the guild icon started flashing informing them that others had shown up.

Fluffball:

When and where are we meeting today?

Stacia:

We are doing the gnoll cave today at noon. Alburet and I are at the keep already.

Karen:

So, no stopping by to wake you both up then. Boo. I’ll head that way.

Stacia:

You would need to be here all the time to even attempt it.

Karen:

Right. Less than two weeks to go for that.

Gerald:

Everyone is early it seems. Once you all get here we can head out.

Fluffball:

I’m at the portal guild now, be right there.

From Karen:

Five minutes for me. See you then.

Five minutes later the group was all out by the gates with Gerald as the party leader. “Okay, this is probably going to be rough,” Gerald told them. “The dungeon is for people level twenty to twenty-five. With Alburet our highest at nineteen this could be dicey. Alburet wants to give it a go regardless, so we’re going to attempt it. The test is coming up as well, so my thinking at the moment is this: For today and the next two we can run the dungeon a total of three times a day, if we can pull it off. I think we do that, then we’ll all have four days to do whatever we need to before the immersion.”

Fluff spoke up, “What if we can’t clear it?”

“We can grind the gnoll camps for a day or so then try again. Is that okay with everyone?” Gerald looked, around getting agreement from everyone. “Okay, let’s go. We’ll kill everything on the way.”

The group set off. Alburet summoned Tiny, made a copy of Stacia and then summoned Bob as they went. “So, which hotties are with us today?” Bob asked as soon as he appeared. “All of them, nice. The complete set is back. Well, almost a complete set, missing a dwarf. Then again, who really cares about a dwarf when you got all the others, including two succubi?”

Alburet shook his head, “Bob, you only care about sex, don’t you?”

“That is a vicious lie,” Bob responded quickly. “While I care about sex a lot, and I do mean a lot, I also care about other things.”

He knew he was being baited, but Alburet asked anyway, “What else do you care about then?”

“Well, since you asked,” Bob snickered. “I care about breasts, legs, hips, thighs…”

“Enough,” Alburet cut him off. “Anything besides women?”

“Explosions and killing things,” Bob replied, sulking a bit.

“Well then, you’re in luck. We are going after the gnoll shaman today. That means there should be plenty of killing to be done, and as a bonus you can always watch the women work.”

Perking up a little Bob nodded, “Okay, master.”

Gerald sighed from the front of the group, “He reminds me of a teenage guy, only interested in sex.”

“But, I don’t think you were that way, Gerald,” Marysue added after a short pause. “You turned down a number of girls in high school as I recall.”

Gerald’s face tinged pink before he responded, “True, true, but most teenagers are.”

“Which means Gerald there probably had his sights set on a certain someone already, right? That’s the only way I can think of for a guy that age to not succumb to temptation.” Karen opined as they walked along.

“Huh, I wonder who then?” Marysue mused. “I don’t recall him going after anyone. He was always helping me out and never seemed distracted.”

Alburet blinked as he finally realized why these two didn’t have an obvious relationship. Marysue was as dense as stone. He wondered if he should hint or nudge Marysue about the obvious. As he pondered that he caught Gerald’s eyes, the man shook his head once. Alburet gave back a small nod understanding that Gerald didn’t want that. He was content enough it seemed to just be near Marysue.

The group came to a halt when Stacia started to sing her song. Gerald looked back, then glanced where Stacia was looking. A Gnoll Wanderer had just come around a bend in the trail. The group started up the same routine they had done before to kill off the single gnolls. Once it fell dead, they looted it then started on again, coming to the first gnoll camp. Using the same tactics they had previously honed, they started to kill off everything between them and the cave.

Close to an hour later they stopped on the edge of a clearing backed by a hill. The cave entrance was there, the white mist denoting the instance entrance. Just outside of that stood two Gnoll Champions, wearing chain for the most part but solid iron helms and breastplates. Each of them bore an image of a large plant emblazoned on the chest plate. Each also had a shield equipped with the same image, their weapons were a hammer. The Champions were level 25, which meant that they were considerably more advanced than the other gnolls they’d fought.

“If I recall correctly,” Gerald told them in a soft voice, “these are paladin types. So, high defense, a little healing and holy offensive abilities. Tiny, these guys are going to hurt you rather badly with your aversion to holy magic. So, I am going to suggest that Stacia focus on the right one, while we go after the one on the left. I think they have a short area stun as well, so make sure to stay back unless you’re melee. Everyone ready?”

Once everyone was ready Stacia began to sing, causing the gnoll on the right to slouch a little as it got dazed. Gerald charged out, using his taunt ability to get the attention of the one on the left and stopping it from glancing back at the other gnoll. Slapping the two buffs he could onto Gerald as they closed the distance, Alburet made sure his axe was ready to go. Gerald got the first hit in, but it hit the shield doing negligible damage to the mob. Everyone else circled around it as Gerald established his aggro. Once he gave the go ahead everyone attacked, except Alburet who hung back for another second.

A moment after everyone started attacking, the gnoll slapped his shield with his hammer. That caused those in melee with the gnoll to end up stunned for three seconds. While everyone was stunned, the gnoll healed itself and then got a decent hit in on Gerald. Marysue had been standing back, out of range of the stun, which meant she was able to keep Gerald healthy even with the critical hit the gnoll landed. Gerald used his Shield Bash to stun the gnoll, but it shook off the stun thanks to some ability.

The fight didn’t take long with all of them ganging up on it. Once it dropped, the group shifted over to the dazed gnoll. Before anyone did anything Alburet spoke up, “Hey, why don’t we have Tiny hold it at the start? That should make it use its stun right away.”

The others agreed and everyone got ready for the fight to kick off. Tiny put his shield and axe away then grabbed the gnoll’s two unresisting arms. As soon as the gnoll snapped out of the daze it growled and ripped its arms free of Tiny. “You can’t hold me, I am a Champion of Ulloc,” the gnoll spat as it turned on Tiny.

Gerald was the first to respond as they were all mildly shocked at how easily the gnoll had broken free. Gerald taunted the gnoll to him, which got him hit by the gnoll’s hammer. Everyone else paused to let the aggro to build as Tiny got his weapon and shield equipped again, a snarl on his face at having failed his mission to hold the gnoll. Aside from the surprise of the gnoll pulling free from Tiny the fight went the same as the first one.

As they looted the two corpses, Gerald shook his head, “So I guess they really meant it about holding mobs coming down to strength and dexterity.”

Tiny growled softly at the words before he stomped over to the portal, glaring at it with his back to the others. Bob shook his head slightly and spoke in a soft voice so Tiny wouldn’t hear him, “I think that is the first time he’s failed you, master.”

Alburet nodded as he stepped over to Tiny, “Tiny, you alright?”

Tiny’s eyes shifted to Alburet then away, “I failed. Will you dismiss me now for another?”

“Idiot,” Alburet sighed. “No, a single failure doesn’t mean you’ll being replaced. You would have to intentionally fail multiple times before I even considered that option. As it is, these things happen. The gods changed the way the world works just a while ago. We now know that currently you won’t be able to hold some monsters from level twenty-five and up. You will get stronger when I get the ability to upgrade you, until then we do what we can. So don’t treat this as a failure, treat it as a learning experience.”

Tiny nodded before standing up to his full height, “As the master wishes.”

“Good. Now let’s go get some payback, shall we?” Alburet chuckled.

“We good?” Gerald asked.

“We’re good to go,” Alburet replied motioning towards the misty white cloud that covered the cave opening.

They filed in after Gerald, Fluff and Karen each patting Tiny on the back as they went by. Stacia gave Tiny a quick hug, “Ya still be me protector, Tiny.”

Tiny mellowed slightly at Stacia’s words before Alburet stepped through the portal. They found themselves in a very dim cave with natural light coming in from a few small shafts. The walls and floor were covered in green moss which was damp to the touch. The sounds of guttural speech could be heard echoing from deeper in the cave.

Quest: Bring proof of defeating an optional boss to the Gnoll Watch Fort

Rewards: Twenty gold per boss and an item from the Gnoll Watch Fort quartermaster

Gerald gathered the group around, speaking in a hushed tone. “During beta, this cave had the primary boss and two optional bosses. One of them is an earth elemental, mostly a straight forward fight. He has high defense to physical attacks and most magic so it’s an attrition fight, we just need to outlast him. The other boss is the real pain, it’s a giant plant with tentacles. The tentacles will grab people, inflicting damage to them until they are free. Even worse, the whole area will have a poison cloud which means we’ll all be taking damage the entire time. That fight is a real pain for healers. Add in the fact half of our damage can’t be healed normally and it will be even tougher. The one time we tried to skip the optional bosses in beta the Shaman ended up with extra abilities. So, we really need to take out the optional bosses first. Any preference?”

Karen gave her opinion, “Let’s go for the earth guy first. That sounds like a straight up damage check, so we can see how we stack up.”

Fluff agreed with Karen, “She makes a good point.”

Alburet shrugged, “I’m good with that.”

Gerald looked at Marysue, who also shrugged. “Okay then, the main tunnel leads to the Shaman. The right one leads to the plant, so we want to go left to the earth boss. There will be at least two packs of smaller earth elementals. I don’t think Stacia will be able to daze them. If she can’t, then bring up a second Tiny to help tank the adds. Focus them down one by one, starting with the one that Tiny has. Questions?”

No one had any, so Gerald started them down the main tunnel then split off to the left. The tunnel stopped having moss after a few feet, going back to roughhewn rock in a vaguely circular ten-foot diameter. The minimal light was provided by small shafts that seemed to be open to the sky, but they were so small even Bob wouldn’t have been able to squeeze into them.

They started to hear the scrape of stone against stone as they followed the tunnel. It continued to go off away from the other two tunnels while also having a gradual decline. The light started to wane as the light shafts stopped appearing. In their place a kind of luminescent sheen started on the ceiling, which gave the same over-all lighting after a few more feet. The floor of the tunnel was smooth, while the walls and ceiling had bumps and outcroppings that gave it a more natural look.

After a few hundred feet the tunnel curved hard left. Gerald had the rest of the group stop while he looked around the corner. The sound of stone grinding on stone was very loud. He turned back to the group, speaking just loud enough to be heard over the grinding. “Two elementals around the corner, each has about three thousand health so it’s going to take a while since they have high damage resistances. Any questions?”

“Am I even going to be able to hurt them?” Bob asked grumpily.

Gerald shrugged, “No idea, we’ll find out. Stacia, I don’t think they can be dazed but try the further one to be sure. Tiny, if she can’t daze it then pick it up. If Tiny has to tank, all of you kill the one he has first. Alright, let’s get this party started.”

Gerald went around the corner first, followed by Stacia so she could try to daze one of the two mobs. Tiny followed her in case he had to tank it. As each of them rounded the corner they saw a circular room about thirty feet across. Rumbling around the room were two ten-foot-long quadrupedal creatures. The creatures were the same color as the rock around them, but unlike most four legged critters these had neither tail nor head. One end had a foot-wide hole that seemed to have large flat teeth made of metal. They only stood maybe three feet tall, and were about the same wide. Their legs were easily a foot wide each, simple solid tubes that emerged from each corner of the roughly rectangular creatures. As the Earth Eaters moved, they barely lifted their legs which is what was causing most of the grinding sound.

Gerald started for the closest one which was heading vaguely towards them, while the further one seemed to be rubbing its mouth against the wall. As Alburet took this all in, he dimly noted they didn’t appear to have any eyes. He was just about to comment on it when Stacia started singing at the furthest one. The Earth Eater furthest from them pulled back from the wall, turning towards them and coming at them fast. The closer one also came towards them at speed, reminding Alburet of an avalanche.

“No good,” Stacia said as she pulled her blades.

Alburet slapped Tiny with buffs before he stepped back. Gerald attacked the closer one, turning it away from the group as he did. Tiny took a small step forward, hacking at his target when it got in range. His axe clanged off it, doing minimal damage. Karen, Fluff, Stacia and Alburet all started to circle around it. Alburet knew he had to wait longer than the others due to how much damage his axe did, so he tried to find any weak spots on the Earth Eater as they moved. After another few seconds, the women started their attacks along with Bob.

“Only twenty damage a hit?” Fluff seemed puzzled after her first two attacks.

“Yeah, outside of my first attack from stealth, I’m doing maybe ten a hit and I can’t poison it either.” Karen groused.

“At least you can do damage,” Bob sulked as he stopped casting at the mob.

“I do less than ten meself,” Stacia added.

Tiny was taking damage, but not a tremendous amount luckily. Alburet’s heal over time was still not keeping up with the damage Tiny was taking. Alburet cast Demonic Vitality onto Tiny again before he triggered his flame ability for his weapon. Pausing for another second, he swung hard into the side of the monster. He blinked as he only got a little over a hundred damage from the weapon and only half of the fifty fire damage to go through the monster’s armor.

“Well fuck, these things really do negate a lot of damage,” Alburet said, in agreement with the other’s complaints.

It took a few minutes for them to drop the one on Tiny before they could move over to help Gerald, who had done minimal damage to his in that time period. Everyone piled in except for Bob, who was standing next to Marysue and sulking. Two minutes later the second Earth Eater fell over dead for them. The group let out a collective sigh of relief before Gerald bent to loot the corpse.

“This sucks,” Bob stated flatly. “Until master gets to twenty-one and gets the spell to summon a stronger version of me I am useless for these rock things. They don’t have soft points for me to target to get damage in.”

“Do you want to take a break until we’re done with this side of the dungeon?” Alburet asked as he dismissed the copy of Stacia to summon a copy of Tiny instead.

“No, I want to help,” Bob groused before he looked away. “I just don’t like being useless.”

“Well, when we go after the next two wings of this dungeon I’m sure you’ll get your chance,” Alburet told Bob. “Until then, go ahead and head on back to the Infernal plane for a bit. Find a succubus and see if she’ll help ease your mind.”

Bob shrugged, “Fine.” He vanished in a puff of smoke.

“A sulky imp, now I’ve seen it all,” Gerald chuckled. “Only coin on these two, but it was a nice bit of silver. I think there’s another room like this one, then the boss room. Now that we’ve fought them does everyone understand what we’re looking at?”

Karen nodded, “If the boss has the same kind of armor it’s going to be a bitch to kill him.”

Fluff pulled a two-handed hammer out of her bag, “I’ll try this on the next set.”

The group moved on down the tunnel until it came to the next room, where two more Earth Eaters moved about running their mouths over the walls. Alburet was able to see small chunks of the wall break away and be devoured.

“So, they eat rock and are made of rock?” Alburet muttered.

Gerald nodded, “Yup. Also, I’m sure you guys noticed they don’t have eyes. The best guess we came up with during beta was a tremorsense ability. So, the more noise you make the easier it is for them to find you. Though they do follow regular mob logic and attack the person with the most aggro. We ready for round two?”

The next fight went almost the same as the first, but this time it went a little quicker as Fluff was able to get almost fifty damage in at a go with the two-hander. Once the coin was looted, the group paused to recover mana and health. As they waited Fluff nodded, “A good point to keep in mind, two-handed weapons in here are almost a must to really do any damage.”

Karen sighed, “Tell me about it. At least the gnolls will have weak points and will be susceptible to poison.”

“Gnasher is next,” Marysue said a little hesitantly. “We only took it down once during the beta, we were level twenty-five when we did. We also brought the best damage we could get at the time.”

Gerald frowned, “That’s true Mary, but I think we can do this. Alburet can do the damage of two people with that axe right now. Gnasher is a twenty-foot-long version of these guys, it also stands five feet tall. The real issue is that it has twenty thousand health and is just as hard to damage, if not harder, than the trash we just killed.”

Alburet checked his axe’s durability, nodding as it was still over half. “Then this is going to be a real fight. Five minutes plus from the sound of it. Tiny, do you have any two-handed weapons you can use?”

Tiny shook his head, “No, master. My kind only uses shields and one-handed weapons.”

“Ah, well. Do your best then. Stacia, are you able to do any damage with your blades?”

“Aye, master,” Stacia responded, “minimal, but some. Also, would ya mind iffin I gave Bob a good hug when he gets back? It might cheer him up.”

“That’s fine, Kitten,” Alburet added, giving her a squeeze with one arm.

“Heh, we can tag team him and make his head explode,” Karen chuckled.

“Can we focus on the boss first?” Gerald asked, derailing the talk of making Bob explode. When they all quieted down he nodded, “Okay, then. Is everyone ready?”

Once everyone nodded Gerald led them down the tunnel. It twisted down and around a bit before they came to a football field sized cavern. The glow from the ceiling in here was brighter, allowing everyone to marvel over the crystalline lattice that was laced through the walls. What really caught the eye, though, was Gnasher as it slowly moved about the place. Alburet figured if it was real it would easily have had the same mass as an earth hauler at a mine. Each step the thing took caused a grinding noise that was just short of painfully loud and shook the floor under their feet.

“That thing is fucking massive,” Karen breathed out in awe. “Makes me want to get a saddle and a twenty-millimeter autocannon strapped to it. Am I right? I know I’m right.”

The image she conjured with those words brought a snort of laughter from Alburet. “It’s broad enough to mount multiple swivel guns to the sides. It could easily carry a handful of passengers that way.”

“Guild transport?” Gerald chuckled before shaking his head. “That would so break the game, but damn, it would be fun.”

Marysue pursed her lips, “I guess I would steer it, then. Goodness knows I don’t want to shoot stuff.”

Fluff giggled, “I can just see it painted with the guild emblem. Marysue driving while the rest of us lay down fire along the sides, blasting undead in the Dead Lands.” The whole group chuckled over the image for a moment, the tension they had felt on seeing Gnasher evaporating.

“Okay, this is it. Is everyone ready?” Gerald asked, getting nods from the others. “Okay. I’ll lead off. It didn’t have any special mechanics during beta. I hope they didn’t change that.” He twisted his shoulders slightly then started into the room, leading with his shield.

Everyone followed him in, the damage dealers all spreading out some, so they could get at the sides of the beast when Gerald engaged it. Marysue stopped a few yards back, making sure she had everyone in range for her healing spells. When Gerald got to within twenty feet of Gnasher it turned its mouth towards him and started forward. Gerald bashed his shield into the side of Gnasher’s mouth as they collided. A horrible scraping sound echoed briefly through the room as metal teeth slid off the metal shield. The normal grinding of Gnasher as it moved any foot was so loud as to make conversation all but impossible.

Alburet stopped next to Gerald, reaching out to buff him with Demonic Vengeance to help do all the damage they could to the boss. Once Gerald got three hits in, Fluff, both Tinys, Stacia, and Karen all started attacking it. Alburet held back another few seconds before he triggered his flame ability on his axe and swung at the beast. His attack pulled a little over a hundred health off plus a little more in fire damage.

Alburet kept an eye on Gerald, noting that even with the shield he was taking a fair amount of damage from Gnasher. Marysue was keeping up with it without issue at the moment, so Alburet went back to focusing on the boss. A little over a minute later they got Gnasher’s health down to 14,987/20,000. When they kicked it under the fifteen thousand mark, Gnasher let out a horrendous roar before launching itself a few feet into the air. When it came down, the shock of it hitting the ground knocked the group onto their backs as well as pushing them back a good dozen feet.

Gnasher wasted no time attacking Gerald as he tried to regain his feet, forcing Gerald to stay on his knees to block the attacks. Tiny got to his feet and let out a roar himself, taunting Gnasher to him. Gnasher turned around striding towards Tiny, finally allowing Gerald to regain his feet. Marysue used her area heal to give them all back the few hundred life they lost from the stomp attack. Tiny blocked the first attack by Gnasher as Gerald taunted it back, snarling at the pain Marysue’s spell inflicted on him.

Alburet was happy that Gnasher didn’t have a tail, as he could only imagine what damage would have been done to the group with the boss turning around like that. Once Gerald had Gnasher again, the others closed in and started to damage the boss. Alburet reflected that the fight was a little disappointing, there were no flashy mechanics here, just a flat tank and spank fight. He did muse that this was only a level twenty to twenty-five dungeon, so maybe that was fine for now. Plus they had, after all, included the stomp attack since beta apparently.

The next two minutes went by with no real trouble as they got Gnasher down to half life. When they got close to tipping it over, Alburet decided he wanted to try something. He turned and ran away from the boss. As he was doing so he heard Gnasher roar. He turned around a little over twenty feet away to watch Gnasher impact the ground again. Both Tinys, Stacia and Fluff went flying back while being knocked prone. Karen stumbled, but stayed on her feet as she had been getting out of the area as well. Gerald got to his knees, blocking the first attack of Gnasher. Tiny taunted it to him after regaining his feet, so that Gerald could stand back up. Alburet saw he’d taken no damage, while Karen had taken less than half of the others who hadn’t vacated the area.

Everyone got back in around Gnasher after Gerald taunted it back to him. When it dropped to within a touch of 5,000 health, all the damage ran away from it except for both Tinys. One of them taunted it around to him. Gerald was about to object when he realized why Tiny had done so and ran away. A few seconds later, both Tinys were thrown back and away from it. As Gnasher started after them Gerald taunted it immediately back to him.

A moment later the guild icon was flashing. Alburet blinked at it and managed to trigger it between swings.

Marysue:

It’s too loud for you all to hear me. I’m out of mana.

Alburet cursed as he edged over to Stacia. He leaned in next to her on his next swing, shouting to be heard. “Go tell Gerald to trade aggro off with both Tinys. It’s the only way, he won’t survive the damage otherwise. I’ll tell Tiny.”

Stacia nodded as she ran for Gerald, dropping her meager damage to do so. Alburet stopped swinging to run to the Tiny that was closest to him. He leaned in to yell, “Back, both of you. As far back as you can. Trade aggro off between your bodies and Gerald. Marysue is out of mana.”

Tiny nodded and broke for the wall at a run. As he did Alburet went back to damaging Gnasher, waiting to move with the beast. A few seconds passed with Gerald’s life dropping steadily before Gnasher finally turned towards the Tiny that was furthest away. Fluff and Karen were taken by surprise but adjusted, following Gnasher as it stomped over to Tiny. The next minute was easy as the damage dealers just walked along beside Gnasher as it adjusted targets a few seconds after getting to the next tank in line for the rotation.

Finally, Marysue got mana back enough to heal Gerald just in time for Gnasher to fall over dead. Its legs collapsed under it, producing a horrendous thundering echo. After the echo died the tunnel was dead silent.

“Okay, so that fight is a pain,” Gerald finally said into the silence. “Still, easier when you got Tiny to take it at the end. Even if they don’t hold it for more than a second or two it makes a difference.”

“It hurts like hell if you get kicked,” Karen muttered. Her life had taken a big dip when she hadn’t been fast enough to get out of the way of a leg near the end.

Marysue touched the corpse, looting it, “Oh, a Gnasher shard for the quest, along with a staff that gives me increased Intelligence and Wisdom.”

Everyone else checked the pop-ups notifying them of their loot. Each of them received a shard from Gnasher as well as an item. Karen got a new head piece that looked like a ninja hood and gave an increase to Agility. Fluffball got a new belt with Strength added to it. Gerald got a new shield that upped his Constitution, while Alburet got a new ring with ten to Wisdom.

“Everyone else got plus ten to their stat?” Alburet asked as he put the ring on.

Everyone gave an affirmative answer before they began to trek back up the hall. As they walked Stacia slipped up next to Alburet. “Master, are ya goin’ call Bob back now?”

Alburet dismissed the duplicate Tiny, copied Stacia, then summoned Bob. As he did, Karen dropped back to walk beside him. A moment later Bob appeared in his usual puff of smoke. Before he could say a word both Stacias and Karen had picked him up and smothered him in a three-way hug. After a few seconds, they released him.

Gasping, his face a much darker red than normal, Bob had a grin from ear to ear. “Now that is how you welcome a person.”

“Feeling a bit better now?” Alburet asked.

“Not sure I’ll be a lot of help, but after that hug only a dead man wouldn’t feel better,” Bob replied, skipping along with the group.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to help us with the rest of this dungeon,” Alburet told him. “The rest of it is gnolls and plants, I think.”

“If you can get me another hug like that before we stop for tonight, I will not complain again tonight.” Bob smirked as he stole a glance at the women.

“I’ll get Stacia to hug you, Karen is her own woman. Far be it from me to attempt to talk her into things.”

“I’ll think about it,” Karen said over her shoulder. “It will depend on just how much you try.”

Bob rushed forward to start skipping alongside Gerald, “We should get moving faster, right?”

Gerald shook his head, “Nope, slow and steady in here for now. You’ll get your chance to earn a hug.”

Smiles and laughter came from the others as they walked. Bob stayed right next to Gerald, eager to prove he was more than willing to do his best.

Chapter Nineteen

When they finally got back to the branching tunnel they paused so Gerald could brief them on what he knew from beta. “There are going to be vines periodically that will spring up as we walk to the boss. They’ll grab one of us and begin to constrict, they need to be killed. Those same vines spring up during the boss fight, half of the people in the fight will get wrapped up at a time. I don’t know if it’ll count your minions in that number or not, I never did it with a Necro or Summoner. There is no crowd control needed, so either a second imp or a second destroyer would be better than a second succubus. The boss will spit poison at a random person every half minute, so be aware and prepared to dodge if possible. Any questions?”

“Will you be on the boss the whole time?” Karen asked.

“No. The boss is a giant plant on the ceiling, so it isn’t tankable. Each tentacle we kill does damage to it. Just kill the tentacles as they come up.”

“They’ve changed every boss so far,” Fluff put in. “We should be ready for an extra twist or two,” she finished in her normal soft tone looking at them as if waiting to be rebuked, nervously grooming an ear.

“Good point, Fluffball,” Marysue cut in. “If you notice anything during the fight that wasn’t covered shout it out so we can adjust.”

Gerald nodded, “Yes. That was a very good point, Fluffball. Mary is also correct about telling us if you spot something. Okay then, let’s go.”

Alburet dismissed the second Stacia, bringing out a second Bob. “Okay Bob, this time you get to play with fire all you want.”

“I hope they aren’t too damp to burn,” Bob muttered.

They started down the tunnel to the plant boss. After a few feet Alburet saw that the floor, walls and ceiling were becoming covered in thick vines. Each vine started at about six inches in diameter before tapering off to maybe an inch wide. Each vine had a number of leaves to help disguise just how long each one was.

“The footing doesn’t seem bad,” Alburet mused out loud.

“It be nay good for me,” Stacia replied, having trouble getting traction with her hooves.

“I would offer to carry you, but…” Alburet started to say but was interrupted as a vine shot out and wrapped him up. From his shoulders to his knees, the vine grabbed him and began to squeeze. “Ack, help.”

Stacia, Tiny and both Bobs immediately began to attack the vine.  Karen, Fluff and Gerald turned around to come back to his aid. Fluff and Gerald also got wrapped up as they turned to come help. A fourth vine sprang out, just missing one of the Bobs as it went over his head, then disappeared back into the tangle of vines on the wall. Karen stopped to attack the one on Fluff as Marysue started to attack the one on Gerald.

A few seconds later Alburet was free as the vine holding fell to the floor dead under the assault of his minions. “Help Fluff then Gerald,” Alburet heaved as he came free and he could get a deep breath again.

Less than a minute later everyone was free of vines again. “They damage you every second while you are constricted,” Marysue told them as she healed those who had been held. “It isn’t a lot of damage if we can get you out but if you stay in it will add up fast.”

“There were four vines, one of them missed Bob,” Alburet spoke up. “So, I’m going to say the boss and its adds here count minions in the total. Shall we dismiss all the minions and see if the next set of vines is two instead of four?”

Gerald nodded slowly, “Good idea before we get to the boss.”

“I’ll summon you again as soon as we find out if having you with us is detrimental,” Alburet told his minions.

“But I just got back,” Bob huffed before both of him vanished in the usual puff of smoke.

“I will make sure he is okay,” Tiny rumbled before he also vanished in a puff of smoke.

“See you shortly, master,” Stacia said, giving him a peck on the cheek before she also vanished in the same puff of smoke.

“Okay, let’s test the hypothesis,” Gerald said, and the group moved down the tunnel again.

A few feet down the tunnel a sudden puff of purple haze filled the air around them. Everyone got a lungful of the pollen, as no one had been expecting it. Soon the tunnel was filled with the sound of coughing as all of them got a debuff, Polluted Air. After thirty seconds the debuff went away and they were able to catch their breath again.

“I found something new,” Mary commented as she wiped tears from her eyes. “I don’t recall pollen in the tunnel during beta.”

“Neither do I, which means it might be a mechanic during the boss fight, too,” Gerald sighed. “Vines, poison and pollen, ugh. This is going to be bad.”

“It will depend on me,” Marysue frowned. “If I get hit with the pollen, it’ll stop me from healing for half a minute. The vines do twenty damage a second, which is bad enough. Plus, the poison does damage every five seconds, if I recall correctly. That means I can’t get hit by the pollen or else someone might very well die.”

“We also have our potions,” Alburet pointed out. “Ten percent of our health per dose which, while not a lot, will mean the difference between death and life at times. So, if Marysue gets hit with the pollen, we need to chug-a-lug to keep ourselves up until she’s free to heal again.”

Gerald nodded, pointing to his belt, “I have six of the next dose up, so mine do twenty percent a go. Mary only has three health, but also three…” he paused as he looked at her belt. “Two mana potions?”

“I used one during Gnasher. I didn’t want to use all of them which is why I ran out of mana,” Marysue responded to the question.

“Ah, right,” Gerald acknowledged her reply. “Anyway, we do have some options to stay up until Mary can get us healthy again.”

They started forward again, and after a minute two vines snapped out, wrapping up Marysue and Karen. Everyone jumped on the one holding Marysue first, then attacked the one holding Karen. Alburet noticed that his axe seemed to be doing a bit more fire damage than it should. He looked at the logs after the fight and confirmed it.

“They’re vulnerable to fire damage,” Alburet informed them. “I’m supposed to get fifty fire damage with this axe, but it’s doing sixty to the vines.”

“So, an Elementalist with fire abilities or even your imp once upgraded would do well in here,” Gerald rubbed his chin as he spoke, eyes lost in thought for a second. “It’s too bad your area of effect spell hurts allies.”

Alburet sighed, “Yeah, tell me about it. I don’t get why the Devs did it that way.”

Karen shrugged, “Who knows what evil lurks in the minds of the Devs?”

The other chuckled, then Fluff spoke up. “So no minions for the boss, then?”

“Yeah, I think no minions is the right idea,” Gerald told her.

“What about just two Bobs?” Alburet suggested. “He doesn’t get wrapped so if they do target him they should just disappear like in the tunnel. In the meantime, he can do double fire damage with a bonus against the plants. All it means is maybe an extra vine for us if it doesn’t go for Bob. It might be worth that risk.”

Gerald considered it for a moment, “I’m not sure. It does increase the chance of Mary being wrapped up.”

“Bob can focus on me first if need be,” Mary pointed out. “Also, he’ll help us kill vines faster. I think we should chance it.”

Fluff nodded, “I agree with Marysue.”

“I’ll side with them,” Karen added.

“Fine, bring Bob and a copy of him out, Alburet,” Gerald sighed, giving in to the women’s demands. “If this goes wrong, then the next time we go with no imps.”

“Fair enough,” Alburet said, summoning Bob. “Hey, Bob. We think two of you is the way to go here.”

Bob blinked as he was summoned then copied in quick succession. “I will do my best, master,” Bob responded quickly, glancing at Karen as he spoke.

Karen laughed, “So, you still want that hug, do you?”

“Who wouldn’t?” Bob countered as he smirked at her. “Care to up the ante? If I’m the most valuable member of the fight then you kiss me.”

Karen laughed while shaking her head, “Not ready for imp action yet, Bob. Let’s see if you can earn a hug this fight, then we can see about larger bets in the future.”

“Done,” Bob’s reply was snapped back quickly as he skipped up to Gerald. “So, we going?”

Gerald shook his head with a sigh, “Sure.”

They started down the tunnel again. After a hundred yards or so more purple haze popped into existence, catching them all again including both Bobs. As they started to cough three vines snapped out, one catching Marysue, the other Gerald and the last going over the top of one of the Bobs then vanishing back into the wall.

Hacking as they were Fluff, Alburet and Karen converged on the vine holding Marysue. They swung at it as two Fire Blasts hit it from both Bobs, who were still hacking. Another set of attacks from them all and the vine withered and died, allowing them to turn to Gerald. A few seconds later Gerald was free while they all waited for the debuff to wear off. When it did they stood around catching their breath for a moment.

“I didn’t know imps could cast while coughing,” Gerald said, looking at Bob.

“We do not need to speak to cast our spells, though we still need our hands,” Bob replied, looking a little smug.

“We made the right call I think,” Marysue opined as she patted Bob on the head.

“I’m not a dog, lady. I’m an imp, an Infernal of flame. Next time I’ll burn your hand,” Bob snapped, glaring up at Marysue.

“Why you little…” Gerald snarled as he took a step towards Bob.

Marysue stepped between Gerald and Bob, looking over her shoulder at Gerald, “Stop.” She turned back to Bob and dropped to one knee to be more on his level, “I apologize, Bob. It was not my intent to demean you. Will you accept my apology?”

Bob glanced at Gerald, who was still glaring at him, then looked back to Marysue, “I accept, Marysue. Seal it with a hug?”

Marysue smiled as she pulled Bob into a hug. While she did, Bob let a look of pure bliss cross his face as he looked at Gerald, who was silently fuming. Karen held back her laughter as she turned away from the scene. Alburet sighed, shaking his head in exasperation, while Fluff looked on as if working through a puzzle. Marysue let Bob go after a few seconds.

“We good now?” Marysue asked.

“I am fantastic, thanks,” Bob replied with a huge grin. As Marysue got up and started to turn away Bob winked at Gerald. “We good to go, Gerald?”

Gerald was glaring at Bob still when Marysue turned to face him. “Gerald, what is the problem?”

Gerald jerked as he looked at Marysue, “Nothing…”

Marysue frowned, “Stop glaring at Bob, we made up.”

Sighing Gerald turned to face down the tunnel, “Yeah, okay.”

Bob stuck his tongue out at Gerald while pumping his fist once in victory. Alburet thumped Bob lightly on the head, shaking his. “Don’t antagonize him,” Alburet told the imp softly.

Bob shrugged as he skipped along beside the group as they began to move again. “So, I just need to collect a hug from Fluff now to complete the set,” Bob said out loud.

“A small, oversexed teenager,” Fluffball said. “That is what he reminds me of.”

Karen broke out into laughter, “Oh, I think you’re right. That would explain so much.”

Bob frowned, “I’m not small. Just because you all didn’t stop growing isn’t a reason to call others small.”

“We’re here,” Gerald cut in. “We can all look in, the fight won’t start until we cross over the threshold.”

They all looked into the room. It was about the same size Gnasher’s room had been, but this one was covered with leafy vines. Glowing flowers were scattered across the ceiling, providing illumination. The light flowers were reminiscent of sunflowers, with the petals emitting weaker light than the brighter glowing center. In the very center of the ceiling was a huge flower, similar to a passion flower. The vibrant purple of the petals caught the eye. Where the white middle of the flower would be, instead it was a neon green. When it was targeted it gave them its name, Passionate Constrictor.

“Well, that definitely looks like nature warning of poison,” Karen chuckled. “Reminds me of the tree frogs in the Amazon.”

“It will spit poison at a random person, every thirty seconds. The poison splashes in a five-foot area, so spread out a bit but not too far,” Gerald informed them. “The vines come up about ten seconds after the last one of the previous wave dies. We need to get through ten sets of vines, maybe more since we’ll be counting on them missing Bob a few times. Each wave of vines accounts for ten percent of its life, so depending on how many we miss it might stretch out longer, since I doubt it will deduct life from the boss for vines we don’t kill.”

“We might get fourteen or fifteen waves instead of ten, depending,” Alburet opined as he did a bit of quick math in his head. “We can do that. Remember people, use your potions if Marysue gets caught in a vine or is coughing and you need some healing.”

Bob shifted from foot to foot, “I’m on my own, right?”

“Marysue can’t heal you and my own limited heal is probably going to get eaten up by me,” Alburet told Bob. “On the plus side, all you get to worry about is poison spit. I think you’ll be fine. Do you need an order of priority targets?”

Bob shook his head, “Marysue, you, Karen, Fluffball and finally Gerald.”

“That is the order I would give,” Alburet agreed.

“As would I,” Gerald added. “I’ll do the least amount of damage, but can take more than the rest of you.”

“I’ll do my best to keep us all alive,” Marysue cut in. “I’ll be healing in that same order, roughly.”

Karen drew out both of her blades. Fluff pulled her dual weapons as well. “I really hope dual weapons is better this time,” Fluff murmured.

“The vines have very low armor ratings, so dual blades will be the way to go,” Gerald assured her. “Is everyone ready?”

Alburet put Demonic Haze on Marysue to give her more health, then used the ability Fire Weapon to cover his axe in flames. “I’m good,” he told them.

Fluff, Karen and Marysue all gave affirmative replies as well. Gerald walked into the room followed by the others with about ten feet between each of them. As they reached the center of the room the flower above them quivered and the scent of flowers washed over them. As they waited, the vines all around the room rustled in unison aside from the ones directly under them. A second later vines wrapped Marysue, Alburet and Gerald up as the flower above them released a globule of green fluid at Fluffball.

Karen, Bob and Fluff all went for Marysue, attacking the vine on her while keeping an eye on the flower above them. Marysue was freed after fifteen seconds. Once she was free they turned to Alburet, getting him free just as the flower quivered and spat the next globule of poison, this one aimed at a Bob. Bob was able to avoid it as they all turned to help Gerald. Less than ten seconds after that Gerald was free and gasping, as the vine had taken over seven hundred health off of him, as it bypassed all armor value.

Two seconds after the vine fell off of Gerald the next set of three appeared. This time one of them went after a Bob, missing and vanishing into the mass of vines. The other two got Gerald again and Fluffball. The damage dealers piled onto the one on Fluff first, pulling it off of her in ten seconds. They turned to the one on Gerald, getting it off of him in a little over seven seconds. As soon as they freed Gerald they scattered apart just as the flower spat poison down at Gerald.

Gerald wasn’t able to get out of the area in time causing a debuff to stack on him, Putrid Plant Juice. It dropped his constitution by 10 for the duration of the fight. “I don’t remember the poison being a flat Con debuff,” Gerald called out as Marysue cast another heal on him.

The next set of vines came two seconds later. This time they wrapped up Marysue, Gerald and Alburet, just like the first set had. The group responded quickly again. As they cut down the first vine, freeing Marysue, the room suddenly filled with purple haze from the Passionate Constrictor above them. This stopped Marysue from healing as the others turned to free Alburet while coughing. By the time they got Gerald free, he was on the edge of death and had to use a potion to keep himself up as they scattered to avoid the next poison spit.

There was no relief for them though, as the next set of vines appeared wrapping up Fluff, Karen, and Marysue. Alburet, both Bobs and Gerald converged on Marysue, freeing her as quickly as they could before turning to Karen. By the time they freed Karen, Marysue had stopped coughing and started healing again. They had to dodge the poison as they freed Fluff, who unfortunately got hit with the poison.

Marysue was trying to triage them as best she could when the next set of vines appeared. They wrapped Karen and Gerald up as the third missed Bob. They swarmed Karen first, killing the vine quickly before turning to Gerald, whose life was ticking away rapidly. Marysue used her emergency instant heal on him to buoy him up as the others freed him.

“This is getting rough,” Gerald gasped as he came free of the vine.

They scattered again just as the boss spit poison. It missed them all, but they were a bit more scattered than they should have been. The next set of vines appeared, this time getting Alburet and Karen, with the third missing Bob again. They got Alburet free first, allowing him to reapply Demonic Vitality to himself before he joined them to free Karen.

They dodged the next volley of poison and were gathered back up when the next set of vines appeared. It was supposed to be random but again Alburet, Marysue and Gerald were all wrapped up.

“Oh, come on, not the tank and healer again,” Karen groaned as they worked to free Marysue first.

By the time they got Marysue free, Gerald was doing badly, so Marysue focused on healing him as the others freed Alburet. Once Alburet was freed they converged on Gerald to free him. Marysue told them to back off. Puzzled, they did which meant only Alburet got caught by the poison as he’d lost track of the timing. Cussing, he joined the others to finish freeing Gerald.

“Without add-ons it gets a lot harder to keep track of multiple things,” Alburet groused as they waited for the next set of vines.

Luckily, the next set of vines went after Bob and missed, but also Fluff and Karen, allowing the others a small reprieve. It was short lived though, as the next round of vines came right after they dodged the next poison spit.

Gerald, Alburet and Karen were the next victims of the vines and to make matters worse the purple mist came back. Marysue joined in the melee to free Alburet as she coughed, unable to heal until the debuff wore off. By the time they got Alburet and Karen free, Gerald was almost dead. Attacking with passion, they cut into the vine but it killed Gerald just before they killed it.

“Fuck,” Alburet spat as they dodged the next round of spit. “This is going to get even tougher.”

He wasn’t wrong, as the next set of vines caught Marysue, who was still coughing, Alburet and Karen. Fluffball and Bob went to work freeing Marysue first. It took them awhile though, which meant she was able to heal when she was freed but that she was also badly hurt. She started to heal herself, worried about Alburet and Karen. Just as they freed Alburet, they had to scatter to avoid the next poison attack. Converging back on Karen, they freed her but her life was well under half by that time.

“Thanks,” she gasped as she came free.

The next set of vines quickly took their attention attacking Karen, Fluff and Alburet. Bob cussed as he worked to free Alburet. It took almost a full thirty seconds to do, which left Alburet just enough time to move as the plant caught Karen and Fluff with its poison attack. Alburet went to free Karen but noticed her health was far worse off than Fluff.

“Bob, free Fluff,” Alburet shouted as he attacked the same target. “Sorry, Karen, won’t be able to get you both and Fluff is a guaranteed save.”

Marysue frowned but switched her heals over as well, as she noted her mana was getting dangerously low. She used a mana potion to help her as she continued to heal.

Karen died before they could get her out, which also let the vine attacking her get away. That left Alburet, Fluff, Marysue and both Bobs alive. The next set of vines came quickly, taking Alburet again, along with Marysue. The third vine missed Bob.

Bob got Marysue free, but the poison got Alburet and Fluff during that time. As their constitution dropped it also lowered their total hit points. Alburet and Fluff died before they could be freed. When Alburet died, both Bobs vanished abruptly, leaving Marysue all alone. She died shortly after when the next set of vines attacked her, leaving the boss with just a sliver of health.

Once the fight ended the group respawned at the entrance of the dungeon. “Well, that was not fun,” Karen commented as she looked at Alburet. “Why did you switch out priority?”

“Your health was really low while Fluff still had a good amount of life at that point. I doubted we could get you free before you died, so it made more sense to free Fluff.”

“I agree with him,” Marysue added. “I don’t think even if I had focused all my healing on you that you would have made it through. However, there is something to note. The boss kept with three tentacles even after people died.”

Gerald nodded, “So we should go in without any minions, then have Alburet summon and then copy Bob. That should give us only two tentacles during the fight, but still give us the extra damage.”

“Yes,” Marysue agreed.

“That means this fight will be easier for Necros and Summoners, if they know the trick,” Alburet mused.

“Okay, so we going to give it another go?” Karen asked.

The group started down the tunnel towards the Passionate Constrictor a few moments later. No vines or pollen attacks interrupted them as they walked down the path. They paused at the entrance to double check they were ready before they entered.

This time around the fight was much easier, with only the two vines to deal with. Marysue was right in that the boss didn’t add a third vine even after Bob and his copy were summoned, so Alburet summoned Stacia and Tiny as well to add even more damage in. With all the extra damage and with fewer vines to worry about the fight became trivial compared to the first attempt.

Once the plant died the center of the flower fell to the floor. “I think that’s what we loot,” Gerald mentioned as he went over to touch it. Everyone’s loot appeared in a window before them. They each got a Fragment of Passion for the quest as well as their new gear.

Karen got a new dagger with agility, Fluff got a new belt with strength, Gerald a new sword with constitution, Marysue a new helm with intelligence and Alburet a new set of pants with wisdom. Each of the gear had boosts of ten to whichever stat it gave.

“I’m really close to eighteen,” Fluff mentioned as they trudged back to the split tunnel.

“Same here, but for nineteen,” Gerald added.

“Still a ways to go for twenty, myself,” Alburet chuckled.

“I think you’re still in the lead for levels,” Gerald told Alburet. “When I checked the forums this morning someone had mentioned hitting nineteen an hour before I logged on.”

“I wonder if they’ll be in the immersion test?” Alburet said.

“Who knows?” Karen shrugged.

Chapter Twenty

They paused to have a spot of lunch and some tea at the junction of the three tunnels. Alburet filled in Stacia on what she missed during the first fight with the Passionate Constrictor. When he finished recounting the first fight, Gerald decided to give them the rundown of the fight coming up.

“Okay. The Shaman is going to have a number of Gnoll Warriors to aid him, along with two Gnoll Acolytes to help heal the Warriors. We have five minutes to kill the Warriors and the Acolytes, as the Shaman will be casting a spell for that time. If he gets the spell finished before he takes half of his life in damage, we will wipe. The Warriors and Acolytes form a line between us and the Shaman. No one can get past them and no spell will go by them, which means we have to deal with them before we can get to him. Once we only have one add left we can start in on the Shaman. We’ll have Stacia and her double Daze the Acolytes. That should stop the heals, which will make our job much easier. We will focus down the Warriors one at a time starting with the left most as we enter. Tiny, you take the first two on the left, so we split the incoming damage between us. The Warriors didn’t have any abilities during beta, so it should just be a standard tank and spank. Any questions?”

“Did I do well enough for my hug?” Bob asked.

Stacia laughed before she grabbed Bob and squished him into her chest, followed by her double sandwiching him. Karen joined in from one side. A mumbling could be heard as the women kept the imp pinned for a few moments.

Alburet shook his head at their antics, “You know, you’re only encouraging him.”

“Aye, master, but he did as best he could to help ya with the first attempt,” Stacia replied before she released Bob.

Gasping, Bob flopped to the ground clutching his small chest, “My heart, oh darkness what a way to go…”

Fluff giggled, “He likes to ham it up as well.”

Gerald sighed, “Were there any pertinent questions about the fight?”

No one had any so the group finished their lunch and headed down the last tunnel. The tunnel had the occasional vine growing from a wall or ceiling that waved gently as they went by. Ahead, they could hear guttural voices speaking in an unknown tongue. Slowing as they approached a bend, Gerald peeked around the corner before stepping back. “First set of trash, two Gnoll Warriors,” he told them. “Tiny, take the one on the left as we go in. Kill it first then come over to mine.”

The fight didn’t last long with them being able to focus first one, then the other Gnoll Warrior down. They looted the bodies and moved on. “After Gnasher and Passion, the trash seems a little dull,” Karen muttered as she flipped a dagger from hand to hand.

“Next set should be two Warriors and an Acolyte,” Gerald informed them. “Stacia gets to daze the Acolyte and one of the Warriors while we focus them down one by one.”

When they reached the next small room they followed his plan and were soon moving on again. The last set of trash had three Warriors and one Acolyte to deal with. Stacia dazed the Acolyte and a Warrior, while Tiny and Gerald grabbed a Warrior each. The others piled in on Tiny’s Warrior before going on to Gerald’s opponent. They then killed the third Warrior once Gerald brought it out of the daze. Finally, they killed off the acolyte with no issues.

“The next room is the Head Shaman’s room,” Gerald told them as they looted the bodies. “So stick with the plan. Stacia dazes both Acolytes while we focus on the Warriors. Once all the Warriors and one acolyte are dead we rush the Shaman. Tiny will take the two leftmost Warriors while I take the other three, focus his down then move on to mine. We have five minutes to kill them and take away half of the Head Shaman’s life. If we succeed it’s a normal fight once he comes out of the trance, with him casting as we try to kill him. If we fail, he summons both Gnasher and Passionate to his side. There is no way for us to survive all three of them.”

“He summons the bosses we already killed?” Fluff asked.

“Yea,” Gerald told her. “If we hadn’t killed them, then during the fight with the Warriors we would have vines to deal with as well as occasional knockbacks.”

“Ugh,” Alburet voiced as he shook his head. “Bad enough as it is, thanks.”

“Exactly. And here we are,” Gerald said, lowering his voice as they came to a bend in the tunnel.

They took turns peeking into the room. The room was the same size and shape as the rooms the other bosses had been in. A large bonfire in the middle of the room provided light. Warriors and Acolytes lounged around the fire. Beyond the fire, the Head Shaman was inside a blue glowing field dancing around a collection of stones and plants.

“The timer starts as soon as we enter the room,” Gerald told them as he got himself ready to lead the charge. “Everyone ready?”

A moment later Gerald rushed in, going for the right most Warriors with Tiny a step behind him going left. Stacia and her double followed them in, focusing on the Acolytes and singing at them. Alburet, Fluff and Karen followed after Tiny, ready to start in as soon as he had decent aggro. Bob and Marysue came in last, with Marysue moving slightly more towards Gerald as her heals wouldn’t help Tiny.

Tiny took the two he had been assigned and hit the left one three times in rapid succession, letting Demonic Vengeance build the aggro on the other one for him. As his third hit landed, Karen and Fluff joined in on it followed a moment later by Bob. As the damage started to mount the Warrior they were fighting stunned Tiny with a bash from its shield. While Tiny was stunned, it and the other Warrior delivered critical hits, taking close to a third of his life away. Marysue gasped as she watched the three Warriors on Gerald do the same thing, taking a good quarter of his life away.

Alburet winced as the other Warrior followed the first stun with one of his own, allowing another round of criticals. Gerald’s life should have dropped below half but he used his damage mitigation ability to stop a good portion of the second round of criticals. As his mitigation wore off, though, the third Gnoll Warrior stunned him again, allowing the three on him to get another round of criticals in, dropping Gerald close to half life.

Marysue seemed a little worried as she used her instant heal to bring Gerald back up to about three-fourths of his life. “Cooldown used, I hope they can’t stun for a bit,” she told the group.

Alburet silently agreed with her as they laid into the Warrior they were attacking with more vigor. Thirty seconds later it died, allowing them to switch to the second Warrior. As they did Alburet noted Tiny’s life dropping to almost a quarter, even with Demonic Vitality healing him. The group laid into the second Warrior, killing it a little over twenty seconds later. As a group they charged at the three on Gerald. Alburet refreshed Demonic Vitality on Tiny as they ran across to the other mobs.

Tiny roared, picking up one of the three Warriors, which the group focused on as Gerald sighed a little bit in relief. A few seconds later the gnolls bashed the tanks again, allowing them land yet another round of criticals. Luckily only one hit Tiny, which allowed him to live through it. The other two hit Gerald, followed by another two as the second Warrior on him followed with another stun. Gerald wheezed slightly as his life dropped to a third of its total while Marysue did her best to keep him alive.

The third Warrior dropped not long after, allowing Tiny to pull one of the remaining two off Gerald. Less than a minute later the last Warrior fell dead as Marysue chugged a mana potion. Gerald drank one of his health potions as he picked up the first Acolyte.

The Stacia who wasn’t holding the other Acolyte in a daze came charging in to help deal damage. Having less life and armor than the Warriors, the Acolyte quickly fell to the group.

“Kill the last Acolyte, we have time and it will stop any issues that might come up,” Gerald said as he attacked it.

The others joined in, helping quickly kill the last mob before they turned to the blue shield dome around the Head Shaman. Alburet focused on it to see what information he could get.  Shield Barrier, 35,000/35,000 health. The health of the barrier began to plummet as the group laid into it with everything they had. They had two minutes to eat through the barrier. Bob had to pause in his casting, having run low of mana before they had the shield down. Marysue was able to heal Gerald completely and drank another mana potion to be ready for the fight to come.

It took close to a minute and a half to destroy the barrier. Bob had stopped casting to replenish his mana, and as soon as the barrier fell his Fire Blast was the first to hit the Head Shaman, interrupting the spell it had been casting. Gerald quickly taunted it, but in the second between the Fire Blast and the taunt the Shaman was able to cast a DoT onto Bob.

“Gah, I’ll barely survive this,” Bob yelled, but kept casting his spell.

The others all jumped in on the Shaman to help kill it. Alburet checked the status on it. Head Gnoll Shaman, level 28, 34,875/35,000 health, just before the damage started to roll in on it. It wasn’t even twenty seconds later when the ground around them erupted with a number of small vines that snagged them, holding them in place as thorns cut into them. The Head Shaman ran from them towards the far end of the cave, healing himself as he went.

When the thorns wore off the Shaman was fully healed and had started another spell. As the group rushed across the cavern towards it, a black cloud appeared around them. They got through it but all of them began to vomit as they cleared the cloud. Only Bob and Marysue back by the entrance of the cave were unaffected. Marysue used Cleanse Sickness on Gerald first, stopping his sickness and allowing him to reach the Shaman. She then followed up with Alburet, Karen and Fluff in that order. She didn’t Cleanse Stacia or Tiny. She didn’t want to use her mana on them, thinking she would need it for healing and also unsure what effect her spell would have on them.

Gerald bashed the Shaman with his shield, stunning it for the three seconds and giving Marysue time to cleanse the others. They got there just as the Shaman cast another spell, a green cloud. This one was a poison called Passion’s Embrace that did twenty damage every second with a duration of five minutes. The group laid into the Shaman as they realized that they were now in a damage race against the poison.

Alburet slapped Demonic Vitality on himself to help counteract half the poison before he went back to damaging the Shaman. The Shaman pulled a sickle from behind its back to slash at Gerald, casting a ball of water with its free hand.

It threw the water at Gerald. As soon as the water touched Gerald it started to freeze, slowing him. “Slow debuff for the water attack,” Gerald called out as he continued to fight, the ice cracking but staying in place on him. “Twenty second debuff,” he advised.

Stacia and Tiny got there a moment later, having finally gotten rid of the sickness debuff. With all of them attacking the Shaman its health started to plummet again. A minute or so later the same vines sprang up from the ground, trapping the group in place as the Shaman ran for the far side of the cave. The Shaman had time to cast a couple of heals, bringing its life back up to 20,378/35,000.

It cast another spell as the group got free and charged across the room. Anticipating the black fog, they scattered as they ran across the room. Each of them drank a healing potion on the way to help Marysue out. Only Gerald and Alburet got caught by the black cloud that appeared before them. Marysue quickly dispelled the Caustic Sickness again with her Cleanse Sickness spell. She had to down her last mana potion at that point. Bob had slowed his casting so he could regen some mana while keeping some damage going.

The group piled back onto the Shaman just in time to get hit with another wave of Passion’s Embrace, doubling the DoT to forty damage a second.

“Fuck,” Karen swore as she watched all their life start to tick away faster. “We need more damage.”

They piled the damage on as the Shaman slashed with its sickle and threw water balls at Gerald. A minute later they were feeling worried as Marysue did her best to keep them alive. Bob started to add his damage back in as the Shaman finally dropped to 5,193/35,000 life.

The vines sprang up to hold them in place again as the Shaman ran for it. This time Bob targeted the vines holding Gerald and launched two quick Fire Blasts at them. The vines withered, setting Gerald free. He wasted no time charging after the Shaman, who was still running for the far end of the cave.

“Darkness, it worked!” Bob exclaimed as he then targeted the ones holding Alburet, freeing him as well.

Alburet took off across the cave giving Bob a thumbs-up as he went, “Good thinking, Bob.”

Gerald had caught up to the Shaman after only one heal was cast. Alburet was closing the distance as the vines vanished, freeing the others. As they crossed the distance towards the Shaman, Tiny hung back slightly and taunted the Shaman.

The Shaman’s head snapped around to focus on Tiny as the black cloud descended on the destroyer, who backpedaled out of it vomiting as he did. The taunt had given the Shaman a clear target for the cloud, one well away from everyone else. As everyone piled back onto the boss it again exuded a green cloud, giving them a third dose of Passion’s Embrace. Each of them downed another health potion.

Alburet winced. Even with Demonic Vitality his life was at 600/1,250 and ticking away at 60 a second due to the three stacks of poison. Alburet died ten seconds later as Marysue ran out of mana, as she had spread herself a little thin trying to keep them all up. Two seconds later Karen fell, then Fluffball five seconds after that. Gerald struck the killing blow three seconds before the poison killed him. Marysue, as the only survivor of the group, promptly sat down to rest breathing out a sigh of relief.

Guild Achievement: Complete Gnoll Cave as a guild group

Guild Achievement: Complete a dungeon under the rated minimum

Reward: Gain reputation with all world factions

Personal Achievement: You’re a special kind of…

Complete a dungeon below the rated minimum.

Reward: Gain reputation with all world factions

Alburet chuckled at the notifications as he and the others ran back. “Special kind of?” He asked out loud.

“Well honestly, we shouldn’t have been in here,” Gerald replied as they ran. “It really is stupid to take on a dungeon below the minimum. Your pets have been a major help. Along with the fact that you’re overpowered with those gloves, allowing your damage to exceed what others can do at the same level.”

“Yeah, the extra damage is what did it,” Karen agreed. “You’re on par with two other people. Kind of makes you the exception to the Summoners are weak rule. Right?”

“Breaking expectations, that’s me alright,” Alburet chuckled.

“I leveled,” Fluff said as they reached the cavern.

“Me too,” Karen added.

“Us as well,” Gerald put in as he hugged Marysue. “Well done with the heals. You kept us up long enough.”

“You all using potions is what really helped,” Marysue replied. “Level twenty I get another area heal, and twenty-five I think is when I can upgrade it. This would have been much easier at those levels.”

“Sure,” Alburet agreed, “but it wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun.”

Marysue touched the boss to trigger the loot, “Let’s see what we have.”

Marysue got a new staff with ten Intelligence and five Wisdom. Fluffball got a new chain chest piece with ten Strength and five Constitution. Karen picked up a ring with fifteen Agility. Gerald got a new sword with fifteen Constitution. Alburet got gloves with fifteen Wisdom, which he promptly gave to Marysue.

“Take these, I won’t use them,” he told her.

Marysue blinked then reached for her money pouch, “Okay. Let me…”

“Nope,” Alburet shook his head, “no charge. Guild group, guild run, guild improvement.”

“That is a good idea,” Gerald nodded. “If it helps improve the group or guild, why charge an ally?”

“It’s a good sentiment, but not everyone who joins us will feel that way,” Karen pointed out.

“Which is fine,” Alburet waved off the concern. “I feel that way, which is all that matters right now. So, two at eighteen and two at nineteen with me halfway to twenty. Do we want to reset the instance and run it again or just go mellow with the gnolls outside?”

“I think we take it easy for the rest of today,” Gerald opined. “We can run the dungeon once or twice over the next two days if we want.”

“I support this idea,” Marysue put in, “besides, we need to resupply potions.”

“She has a good point,” Fluff added in her usual quiet way.

“Okay then,” Alburet said as they walked back to the entrance. “Do we want to just go for another couple of hours then call it a day?”

The other agreed to that plan. As they left the cave, they immediately got into a fight with the two Gnoll Champions that were right outside.

“Oops, forgot about them,” Alburet laughed as Stacia dazed one so they could focus on just one at a time.

“So did I,” Gerald growled as he tanked the non-Dazed mob.

After killing the two gnolls outside the entrance they went back to wandering the trails, going from camp to camp killing all the gnolls on the way.

As evening closed in they went back to the keep to turn in their quests. Knowing that that was it for the day, Alburet dismissed Tiny and Bob as they exited the forest. “Good work today, guys. Doubly so for you, Bob,” Alburet told them.

“Tomorrow we kill more?” Tiny asked.

“That is the plan, Tiny. Go get some rest,” Alburet replied.

“I’ll have my first wife give me a massage tonight,” Tiny put in just as he vanished.

“Show off,” Bob grumped as Tiny left before turning to Alburet. “See you tomorrow then, master.”

Bob vanished a moment later, as did the copy of Stacia. Stacia went back to her human guise as they walked towards the keep. “Tha’ was a fun day,” Stacia said.

“It was,” Fluffball agreed, along with the others.

“Do any of ya want to come to the house for food after we turn in the quests?” Stacia asked.

Fluff shook her head, “I’m off to see your mother again, sorry.”

“I have a date with Marian,” Karen smirked. “Sorry, but your sister trumps you right now.”

“We would be happy to,” Marysue put in.

“Tha’ be good,” Stacia thanked them.

They walked through the gate, greeting the guards on duty and making their way to the sergeant on duty. As they approached, Alburet stepped out a pace ahead and came to parade rest before the desk.

“Sergeant, we have quests to turn in to you,” Alburet informed the same blonde sergeant they had gotten the quests from a while ago.

“You killed the Head Shaman?” She looked at them in parade rest with a smile. “I see. Show me what you have besides that.” Alburet turned out the pieces from the two optional bosses, as did the others. As they did her eyebrows went up and a small whistle escaped her. “My, my. You have been busy. This will get you three items from the quartermaster outside. Let me get the gold for you.”

Quest Completed: Kill the Head Shaman of the gnolls.

Receive: Fifty gold and an item from the Quartermaster stores.

Quest Completed: Bring proof of defeating the optional bosses to the Gnoll Watch Fort.

Receive: Twenty gold and one item per boss from the Gnoll Watch Fort Quartermaster.

She handed each of them ninety gold and three chits. “There you go. Hand those to the Quartermaster at the forge outside. Also let me add a thank you, Alpha Company. Though you have to be a little odd to give that cave a go at your level.”

Alburet chuckled, “Yes ma’am, we know. Thank you and a good day to you and your men.” He snapped a salute. The others followed suit a beat later, then they turned and walked out of the fort.

“Good stuff. More gear upgrades, and we can replace our potions,” Gerald laughed.

They grabbed their gear from the quartermaster before splitting up to take care of their various errands. Gerald and Marysue said they would be by after they restocked their potions. Alburet handed off gold so they could pick up some for him and Stacia as well.

Alburet looked over his new gear with a smile. A new weapon, a two-handed hammer that was just as good as his axe as it also lacked stats. A new leather coif that gave plus ten to Wisdom and finally a new potion belt that also gave ten to Wisdom.

“Let’s go home,” Alburet said to Stacia, giving her a kiss before they both used their Homestones.

Chapter Twenty-One

Alburet answered the knock at the door, greeting Gerald and Marysue, “Welcome to our house. Would you like to see the guild side first?”

“Please,” Gerald answered.

Alburet led them to the other door across from the one to the house. Unlocking it, he led them inside giving them the quick tour as there wasn’t much to see. “So, there it is currently,” Alburet said he locked up the door before leading them back to the house side.

“It’s a bit small, but player and guild housing aren’t even in yet, as far as we know,” Gerald said with a single brow raised. “How did you manage it?”

“Wedding gift from me family,” Stacia answered as she brought over a tray of tea things.

“Interesting. I do believe that treating everyone equal is one of the big points you want the guild to adhere to?” Gerald nodded as he took the proffered cup.

“Yup,” Alburet agreed. “This is their world for all intents and purposes. Treating them as equals is only fair, and we will be as close to equals as we can get with the long-term immersion.”

“Do you think they’ll extend it past one month?” Marysue asked.

Shrugging, Alburet replied, “I have no idea. I wouldn’t be surprised if they did. I have a feeling the eventual plan is to offer really long term immersion.”

Marysue’s eyes lit up with eager hope, “Can they do it?”

Alburet chewed his lip for a moment before he answered. “It depends on the government, I think. Do they have the tech to pull it off? Probably. You’ll understand in a few days.”

Marysue looked at Gerald, “If they offer an extension, I want it.”

Sighing Gerald looked away, “Your father might balk at that. We’ll do what we can, okay?”

Alburet watched the byplay before he interjected, “I take it she isn’t just another pretty face?”

Marysue laughed and Gerald shook his head, “Far from it. Are you going to be at the testing site?”

“I doubt it. I’m pretty sure I’m at another facility,” Alburet’s smile was tight as he tried to avoid the issue. “Sorry, the NDA prohibits me from saying more.”

Marysue sat forward, “I knew it, you’re doing something more than just month long testing.”

Stacia leaned forward as well, “Iffin ya go down tha’ road, ya mayhap cause an issue tha’ will make him leave me. Please, leave it be.”

Gerald touched Marysue’s shoulder, “Mindblown has attorneys that rival your father’s. And Alburet might very well be yanked entirely if he breaks the NDA.”

Marysue sat back with a huff, “Sorry, I just really want what I hope is coming.”

Nodding, Alburet sighed, “I understand. I can’t say any more, though.”

“On a different note,” Gerald cut in, blatantly changing the topic. “I was wondering how you’re thinking of recruiting people.”

“I’m hoping my contact at Mindblown will help out,” Alburet replied.

“Well, all of the immersion testers on this continent, all five hundred of us, are going to be in a single place in a few days. If you don’t mind, I would like to use the guild emblem to get some recruiting done during the medical exam period.” Gerald sat back, “I can have five hundred shirts with the guild emblem made up and brought with us to hand out to everyone there. That would help make them aware of us. Mary and I can talk to those interested and set up meetings here. That way we know they are indeed testers.”

“Sounds fine. Hey, does that mean Fluff and Karen will both be there, too?”

“Yes. That’s why I asked if you would be there. I was hoping to put a face and name to our guild leader. But at least we can meet the other two and work on recruiting. Since you’re not going to be there I’ll tell you now, so others don’t tell you later. Mary here is Marysue Ellen Dorn, heir to the Dorn family.” Gerald watched Alburet for a reaction.

“Dorn, as in the billionaire recluse? Huh. Nice to meet you, never would have thought you were rich. You’re much too grounded. So, who are you then?” Alburet turned to Gerald, to find Gerald looking back at him a little blankly.

“I’m her friend. My grandfather and hers were friends and my father has been running the non-profit companies her family set up for years now. We grew up together, basically. I’ve been asked to watch over her, while also running those companies my father wants me to take over for him.” Gerald sighed, “It was hard enough getting the time away for this month coming up. If they do let people extend her father is going to insist I stay with her, while my father will insist I came back. When those two argue, it is never pleasant.”

“Must be like watching the captain and my old sergeant get into one of their snits,” Alburet laughed.

“We’ve ventured off topic,” Gerald shook his head, “do you approve of the plan?”

“With the shirts? That’s fine. I admit I’m a little jealous that you’ll get to meet Fluff and Karen.”

Stacia patted his leg, “I’ll go check on the food.”

Gerald watched her go with a wince, “Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh to your wife?”

Stacia laughed from the kitchen nook, “Nay, it be fine. Mayhap I will be able talk him into another wife, with enough help.”

Face palming, Alburet sighed, “I should have known a Succubus would want more and more.”

Marysue giggled, “Oh please, all men want the adoration of as many women as they can get.” She stopped giggling when she continued, though, “Which is wrong, because if a man does it he’s a player or stud. If a woman does it, she’s a slut.”

“Double standards are everywhere,” Alburet agreed. “Frankly, one day I might, maybe, perhaps cave into her wish, but I can’t see it happening for a long time.”

“Even with Karen?” Gerald asked, his lips quirking up slightly.

“Even with Karen and or Fluff,” Alburet replied. “Both of them are fabulous people, but my father instilled an old-school belief in me. One marries their life partner, singular. Not partners.”

“We have time for me to work me dark magic on ya, though,” Stacia put in as she stirred a pot on the stove. “Dinner will be ready in a moment.”

The conversation dropped off as they moved to the small table. Stacia set out wine glasses, pouring them each a glass then setting the rest of the bottle on the table. Once they were seated she brought over the pot, setting it in the middle of the table and took her own seat. Alburet ladled the stew into bowls, handing them out as he did. The smell of beef stew filled the room.

Dinner was a simple, hearty beef stew, not fabulous but not terrible either. The red wine went well with the robust flavors of beef, potatoes, carrots and onions. Conversation was at a minimum while they ate. Alburet noted the refined way both Marysue and Gerald ate, very polished and careful. Once the meal was done Gerald and Marysue made their goodbyes, leaving for the evening.

Gerald stopped at the door as Alburet walked them out. “Don’t tell Karen or Fluffball about the shirts. I want to surprise them at the meeting.”

Alburet agreed, watching the duo disappear as they logged out. Closing the door, he locked it. He joined Stacia in cleaning up before they went to bathe and retire for the evening. As they lay in bed a few hours later, Stacia spoke softly. “When the two-souled are gone in a few days, ya will be comin’ back right?”

Alburet pulled her more firmly against his chest and nuzzled the back of her neck, “Of course, Kitten. I will do everything in my power to come back just like last time. I’ll try to send a message if it ends up longer than a day again.”

“As ya say, so it shall be, master,” She pressed her back against him as she relaxed into his embrace.

The next two days the group got together and ran the Gnoll Cave a few more times. It was easier now that they knew the fights and how to deal with them. The Shaman was still the hardest part, but Alburet would drop the duplicate Stacia after the adds and bring up a second Bob to help free the group from the vines faster. With that tactic, it never got as close as it did the first time.

The last morning the group got together knowing that it would be their last day as a group until the four joined Alburet in the immersion testing. They cleared out the Gnoll Cave twice that day, pushing Alburet well into level twenty. Karen and Fluff both leveled to nineteen and Gerald and Marysue ended up at level twenty themselves. As the day was turning to night they returned to the city after selling the old gear and loot drops they didn’t want.

Alburet had arranged for a meal for them all at the Dead Man Inn, in the private dining room. They all arrived within a few minutes of each other as the place starting to fill up with the usual evening crowd. Entering as a group, they found Marian waiting to show them to the dining room. The table was set up, with small placards at each spot bearing their names. Alburet helped seat Fluff, Karen and Stacia, while Gerald helped Marysue. When the men sat, Marian stepped forward to fill their glasses with wine.

“Tonigh’ the meal is the specialty of the house,” Marian told them as she poured. “Ma was just finishin’ up the stew, so it will be fresh when I bring it to ya.”

Stacia smiled, “Tell Ma’ I’ll be by tomorrow to learn how to make it.”

“Aye,” Maria replied even as her free hand trailed over Karen’s shoulder. “Be right back with ya meal.”

“So, once we’re done here, Marysue and I will be heading for the airport,” Gerald told the others.

“I’m on a flight tomorrow morning,” Karen put in.

“I don’t need to fly,” Fluff added in her quiet voice.

Before they could add anything else, Marian came back with a loaded cart. Smiling, she first set out small baskets of bread on the table, wisps of fragrant steam rising from them. She put a bowl full of stew before each of them next, the steam was full of the fragrance of the meal. The smell made their bellies rumble, eliciting chuckles from some. “For those who have nay had the stew before, every bite will increase the heat. The wine will only complement the meal, nay dull any heat ya feel. The bread is there to dampen the heat. It be recommended ya take a bite or three then nibble on a bit of bread. Iffin ya be needin’ anythin’ just ring this bell and I will come to check on ya.” She placed a small silver bell next to Alburet’s spot at the head of the table. With a curtsy, she left them alone to enjoy the meal.

“She does the whole service thing well, doesn’t she?” Karen mused.

“Her massages are good from what we’ve heard,” Alburet chuckled.

“She gives massages?” Marysue asked.

Stacia replied to her before the others could, “All of me sisters know how to give massages. Our Ma’ taught us how to ease the muscles to help people relax.”

“Do you think she would be free after dinner?” Marysue asked.

Gerald shook his head, “We have a plane to catch. You can see about a massage when we’re here next. Or would you rather miss the test?”

Marysue tsked, “We could just get the flight delayed a bit.”

Fluff shook her head and took a bite from the stew as the others watched Gerald and Marysue. Her eyes got a little wide and she quickly took a second bite. A contented purr came from her, cutting off the conversation as all eyes went to her. Fluff flushed pink when she realized they were all watching her. Somewhat flustered, she took a sip of wine which made her close her eyes as the flavors mingled, enhancing them both. The purring grew louder.

“Well then, shall we eat?” Alburet asked to break the moment, trying to pull attention from Fluff.

Gerald nodded, “I think it warrants the attention.”

Gerald and Marysue each took a bite of Lilith’s stew for the first time. Both of them made approving sounds as they took a second bite. Marysue quickly sipped her wine pausing as her eyes closed before she quickly took a piece of bread and nibbled it. “That is so good, but the heat does start picking up doesn’t it.”

Gerald took a third bite, also sipping the wine. His smile grew wider. “This is fantastic,” he said as he looked over at Stacia. “This is your family’s recipe?” He took a piece of bread, chewing it as he waited for Stacia to finish her bite.

“Ma’s recipe, she’ll be teachin’ it to me tomorrow,” Stacia replied.

“I have had meals made by world renowned chefs that could not approach the complexity of this dish, much less the way it increases in heat or mellows quickly with just a little bread. Not to mention how the wine is in perfect harmony with it.”

Nodding, Marysue joined in, “He’s right. This could easily be in the top ten meals I’ve ever had.”

Smiling, Stacia replied, “I will pass along ya kind words to me Ma’ tomorrow.”

The rest of the meal went in relative silence, with occasional appreciative comments about the food. When they finished Alburet rang the bell and Marian appeared. “We seem to have finished, Marian.”

“Aye and all the bowls be cleaned right nice,” Marian said as she cleaned the table. “Will ya be wantin’ coffee or dessert?”

“I heard you’re talented with massages,” Marysue quickly interjected.

“Aye, all of me sisters be talented in tha’. Would ya be wantin’ one?”

Sighing, Gerald looked away in frustration, “Mary?”

“Oh, shh. It’s dad’s jet, we can get it bumped back two hours without any problem. When was the last time I had a massage? Two years ago, which is much too long.” Marysue stood up, “I would love one, how much and where do we go.”

Karen chuckled as she stood up as well, “Gerald, to ease your mind I’ll go with, okay?”

Hands flexing slightly in his frustration, Gerald nodded once, his face clearly showing his tension. “Make sure nothing untoward happens. The last masseuse was less than professional.”

“She will be in me hands, sir. I will nay lay one finger wrong on me family name,” Marian said, taking Marysue’s hand and leading her and Karen out of the room.

Fluff stood up a moment later, “I’m off to see Lilith. I’ll see you all in a few days.” She quickly left the room.

Alburet watched her go before turning back to Gerald, who seemed put out. “So, she does do the spoiled rich girl thing at times.”

“Yes. Mostly she doesn’t, but when she fixates on something…” he sighed as he stood up. “Well, I should go. I have to arrange a change in our flight plan now.”

“It almost seems like you’re her minder,” Alburet said, getting to his feet as well.

Looking away, Gerald shrugged, “I care for her. I tried once to make it plain to her, but…” Sighing, Gerald shook his head, “Friends, that is what we will be.”

“Ya carry the burden of love,” Stacia added as she stood. “It be tough at times, but she mayhap will come to return ya feelins.”

Frowning, Gerald looked at Stacia, “I’ve held that thought for years. I wonder now if it is true anymore. Well, enough of my issues, I have things to do.”

“Actually, Gerald,” Alburet said holding up a hand. “Stacia here can give you a neck and shoulder massage if you would like. It might help ease some of the tension for you.”

“Aye, tha’ be a good idea,” Stacia added, motioning Gerald to sit. “Ya only need take off ya armor, ya can leave ya shirt on iffin ya want.”

Hesitating for a moment, Gerald looked at Stacia then Alburet. “I thank you for the offer but I should go. Maybe once we get back here. By then I very well might need it,” he gave a small false laugh before bidding them a good night and vanishing.

“It strains him,” Stacia murmured sadly. “Iffin ya do nay need me, asthore, I will go join the others for a massage of me own.”

“I have a feeling you’re plotting something, Kitten.”

With a ‘Who, me?’ grin Stacia stepped to the door, “Me?” She didn’t wait around but ducked out quickly with a laugh.

Standing there in the room alone, Alburet wondered if he should stop Stacia. She was obviously going to go talk with Marysue about Gerald. Shaking his head, he opted to go see Stewart about training his new ability instead. He found Stewart at his normal table and made his way over through the growing crowd. “Hey Stewart, it’s been a bit.”

Looking up from his mug, Stewart nodded, “Been busy, I see. Here to train your next ability?”

“That was my plan, yes. You good to help me?”

Standing, Stewart led the way to the back room and down the tunnel to the room. As they got to the desk Stewart nudged the book to Alburet, “Take your time, you have a lot of choices to make if you go the one way.”

Alburet turned the book around to see his first option, Lasting Haze. Lasting Haze took Demonic Haze and turned it into a thirty minute buff instead of a five minute buff but at five times the mana cost. He had wanted a way to extend the duration of his buffs, so that was a decent option.

He glanced at his next option, Infernal Upgrade. Infernal Upgrade gave him the option to pick one of his minions and give them an extra ability. The book had him flip to the back to see all the options, so he did.

Blinking, he skimmed through all the options then went back over them slowly again. Each minion had four options he could choose from. Bob could get an AoE spell, the ability to remove a debuff from an ally, a passive one that turned his fire into Infernal Flames which cut fire resistance by 50%, or a spell that doubled an opponent’s mana cost for a short time.

Tiny’s options included an AoE taunt, which would be really useful in groups. There was also a single target stun with his shield, like Gerald had, an AoE interrupt, which hadn’t really been needed as of yet. Finally, there was also a damage mitigation ability that would stop seventy percent of all damage for five seconds that had a two-minute cooldown, perfect for tanking big boss abilities.

Stacia’s options included mostly control abilities. First was one that would confuse all enemies in an area, making them attack random targets with a chance of the effect breaking each time they were hit. Next was an ability that made a creature view her and her party as allies instead of enemies for two minutes, but with a ten-minute cooldown. The next ability was different in that it healed a target by taking life from the succubus, with a five-minute cooldown. Lastly was an ability to help with the healing ability, a life drain attack. The drain attack would siphon five percent of the target’s life and mana to the succubus, but also had a five-minute cooldown.

Mulling over his options, Alburet glanced at Stewart, who was watching him with an amused smile. “Lots of good choices here with the minion upgrades.”

“Yes, indeed,” Stewart replied as he put his feet up on the desk. “It is the choice that takes the most time. You’ll get the chance to upgrade a minion at each ability level for a while. So, it’s not the end of the world, but pick wisely.”

Alburet didn’t take long, selecting an ability for Stacia. Ally, which would cause her target to view her and her group as its allies, turning on its old friends to help her. “I think Stacia needs an upgrade. I might have done differently, but it seems I’m part of a group now so I don’t need the Destroyer abilities as badly right now.”

Stewart stood up, nodding as Alburet touched the book confirming his choice. “Good pick. But why not get the area spell for your imp?”

“That was my next option, but we rarely engage more than two at a time that aren’t under control by Stacia and her double. So, it wouldn’t be nearly as effective as a better control spell that turns my foes into my allies.”

“That spell can be removed. You do realize that, I hope.”

Alburet nodded, “I’m sure it can. That’s kind of true of the Daze though, as well. An interrupt or stun on Stacia breaks the effect. With all that said, I chose what I did. Next time I will more than likely take something for Bob or Tiny. Though the heal and drain abilities for Stacia look really nice.”

Stewart laughed, “Now you begin to see one of the issues facing our kind. Not only are those options available next time, but also another ability plus the ones you’ve set aside before. A lot of people look down on our class as one that isn’t as useful as others. Truth of the matter is we’re more a jack-of-all trades than they could hope to be. We can’t tank, but our Destroyer can, at least for a bit. We can’t do the raw damage of others, like Elementalists, but between our own spells and our Imp we do okay. We also bring control into the equation with our Succubus, not many classes even have that option. Add in the ability to Copy a minion, plus the ability to upgrade them and we’re suited for filling any gap that needs it.”

“I couldn’t agree more. When I chose this class, I was thinking I would end up alone more often than I have. Even if I had, I could still progress just fine thanks to my minions. However, as a part of a team I can enhance my friends and help fill any role we need at the time.”

“Are you going out hunting again tomorrow?” Stewart asked with a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Probably not,” Alburet replied, “none of my two-souled friends will be around. The bridge between our worlds is due to come down again for a day. When it comes back up, a number of the two-souled will be like me. They’ll be here full time for a month, not coming and going as they used to. That’s requiring them to make concessions on the other world, which is taking them a few days. I was thinking of staying in the city and enjoying the married life.”

“Would you mind me coming by tomorrow?”

“Feel free. We’ll probably sleep late though, so please try to make it in the afternoon.”

“I will do so. I wish you a goodnight then, Alburet,” Stewart said, shaking hands with Alburet. “Oh, and thank you. You have done right with Stacia, she’s been happier than I can ever remember her being since she met you.”

“Truthfully, she’s made me just as happy,” Alburet replied, then used the portal in the room to teleport to the graveyard outside the inn. As he stood there for a moment he wondered if Stacia would be done soon. He sent her a message telling her he was headed home, but to take her time and enjoy the massage.

He had just pulled a pot of tea off the stove when Stacia walked in the door. “Faster than I thought you would be, Kitten.”

“I be eager to curl up with ya, master,” she crossed the room as he set down the pot and hugged him. “Ya make me happy.”

“You make me happy as well, my darling Kitten,” Alburet told her as he breathed in the scent of vanilla oil that had been spread on her skin. “Shall we have some tea then retire for the night?”

“We can do that, but me thinkin’ be tha’ sleep will be a bit off yet,” Stacia said, letting him go to pour their tea.

“With you, I do not doubt that,” Alburet laughed, accepting the cup from her before she sat down in his lap with a cup of her own.

Alburet

Human Summoner

Level 20

Strength: 25 (20)

Agility: 25 (20)

Constitution: 30

Intelligence: 75 (45)

Wisdom: 115 (60)

Charisma: 35

Health: 1300

Mana: 2150

Spells:

Demon Skin-Rank 2

Demonic Retribution- Rank 2

Summon Least Imp

Fire Blast- Rank 2

Sap Strength- Rank 2

Demonic Haze- Rank 2

Summon Lesser Destroyer

Demonic Vitality- Rank 2

Fire Burst

Summon Lesser Succubus

Abilities:

Personal Spells

Flame Weapon

Copy

Infernal Upgrade: (Succubus- Ally)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Waking the next day to the smell of coffee, Alburet opened his eyes to see Stacia standing next to the bed with a tray in her hands. “Morning, Kitten,” he said as he rubbed his eyes clear of the gunk out of them.

“Mornin’, master,” Stacia replied, smiling as she watched him get into a sitting position on the bed. She laid the tray across his lap, the wooden legs on either side helping stabilize it. “It be just a bit of frumenty this mornin’. Also, a cup of coffee for ya as well.” She went around the bed getting onto it beside him laying on her side watching him with a smile.

“Aren’t you going to eat?”

“Already had some,” she replied with a grin. “Ya slept like a rock. Figured the coffee might rouse ya out of ya slumber, and I was right at tha’.”

Chuckling, he shook his head before he took a bite of the food. As he swallowed he put the spoon down, “Frumenty you called it? It’s wheat, with a bit of milk, sugar and cinnamon?”

“Aye, master. It be a traditional mornin’ food. I was wantin’ to see iffin ya would like it. Most of the two-souled all be wantin’ eggs and meat for breakfast at the inn when they even stopped to eat.”

“On the other world, we have something similar to this called oatmeal. It’s made of oats, and normally has stuff added to it like berries, honey or other stuff. This is different. Good, but different.” He went back to eating, enjoying each bite of this different food. When he finished, he turned to his coffee, “Did you have anything in mind for today, Kitten?”

“I did nay, but we can always just stay in,” Stacia replied.

Glancing down Alburet caught her eyes, which were smoldering with desire. “I think I know what it is you want. I will note that Stewart is coming along sometime this afternoon. Otherwise I’m sure I can give you what it is you want.”

Letting out a pleased sound Stacia slid over to him, nuzzling his neck. “Ya can indeed, master, be rough and…”

She cut off as a knock came at the door. Her indignant look pulled a muffled laugh from Alburet. “Better go see who it is, Kitten.”

Grumbling, Stacia got out of bed, stalking towards the front room. Alburet set the tray aside and got out of bed himself. He’d just finished getting dressed when Stacia came back to the room. “The sign be here, he be wantin’ to know which side to put it on,” Stacia told him, still clearly disgruntled at being interrupted.

“Left of the archway facing it from the outside,” Alburet replied. He looked at his armor, but left it off. He wasn’t going to need it today. He followed her as she went back to the front. Stepping outside, he saw it was late morning with the sun well up. In front of the house was a distinguished looking gentleman with black hair gone grey at the temples.

Stacia relayed Alburet’s instructions just as Alburet came out around the corner of the archway. Alburet nodded to the man amiably, “Morning.”

“Ah, so you are the man who commissioned my work,” master crafter Smith said, offering a hand to shake. “It was nice working on your sign. I wish I had known it was for someone sponsored by the crown, though.”

“Huh?” Alburet said, then sighed. “Sorry, I just woke up a few minutes ago. What do you mean sponsored by the crown?”

“The message went around this morning,” Smith said. “’Alpha Company is granted recognition and chartered by the Crown.’ That’s what the message said, along with a bit about Summoners now being able to Summon their minions to protect themselves, and allowing them to summon Infernals freely inside the Dead Man Inn and the Alpha Company guild hall.”

“I didn’t know Sir Jones was going to have that done today. Those were the boons I asked for, though,” Alburet replied.

“So, you’re a Summoner then?” Smith asked curiously.

“Yes, is that an issue?”

“Not with me. I’ve done the signs for Alistern for years. Many still think you lot steal babies or something stupid. I know you’re all normal folks, good or bad just like every other class.”

“Refreshing to hear you say that. I’ve been sneered at a few times for my vocation.”

“Bah, all this is beside the point. Shall we get this sign set up?” Smith asked as he rubbed his hands.

“Sure, but where is the sign?” Alburet asked, looking around for a cart.

Laughing, Smith pulled a small three-inch square from his belt pouch. “Right here.” He walked to the left side of the arch. He set the square on the ground then stepped back. A moment later a sign appeared with the shaft sunk into the ground. The guild emblem was clear and perfect, the sign looking fresh and new. “There you are, sir. Is that what you wanted?”

Nodding, Alburet replied, “That is indeed what I was looking for, and apparently right when I needed it as well.” Alburet held out a gold coin, “My thanks, sir, for your wonderful work.”

Chuckling, Smith took the coin, “A pleasure. The sign will last for a year before it will break. Next time you can get a longer lasting sign if you use different wood. I wish you well and good luck. You’re going to need it in the next few days I’m sure.” With a grin he walked off, waving over his shoulder.

Alburet arched a brow after the departing man, wondering what he could mean. He went back inside to find Stacia cleaning dishes in the kitchen. “The sign is up if you want to get a look at it, Kitten.”

“In a moment,” Stacia said as she set aside the clean dishes. “So, as I was sayin’ before…” Another knock came at the door, causing her eye to twitch. She answered the door, barely suppressing a scowl. “Can I help ya?”

“Is this the guild hall for Alpha Company?” a polished baritone voice asked.

“The guild hall be the door behind ya, but no one be in there at the moment. What is it ya be needin’?”

“I’m sorry to intrude, madam, it was not my intent. My master wishes to meet with Alpha Company. If none of them are available I shall so inform him.”

Alburet went over to stand behind Stacia, “I’m Alburet, the guild leader of Alpha Company. What can I do for you?”

The butler in his black and white uniform eyed Alburet critically for a moment, then handed over an envelope. “My master wished this to be passed along to you, sir. My master instructed that it only be delivered to a senior member of Alpha Company.”

“I see,” Alburet took the letter then handed it directly to Stacia. “Thank you for delivering your message. I will attend to it when I have time, or did he require you to await an answer?”

The butler bowed a fraction of an inch, “No, sir, that is all. Good day.” He turned precisely on his heel and left with a smooth stride.

“I do nay like the way this looks to be goin’,” Stacia muttered as she held the envelope back to Alburet.

“Why? It’s just a letter, nothing to worry about.” Just as Alburet finished another knock sounded at the door. Alburet sighed before he answered it, to find a well-dressed woman standing there. “Can I help you, miss?”

Looking Alburet over, the woman seemed a little disappointed. “Is this the guild hall for Alpha Company?”

Alburet let out a silent sigh before he put on a professional smile. “The guild hall is the door behind you, but no one is there at the moment.”

“A pity, but if they can’t have clear signs showing which door is theirs you are going to have a busy day I think. Do you know if anyone will be in today?”

“I believe the guild leader mentioned being busy today, but I’m sure he will be back tomorrow,” Alburet hoped she would leave soon.

The woman let out a disappointed tsk, “How upsetting. Ah well, a guild run by two-souled, it was bound to be this way.” She turned to leave just as another person stepped into the archway to look at both doors.

Alburet spoke up quickly, “They aren’t in today.”

The newcomer nodded then followed after the woman. Alburet quickly shut the door, turning to Stacia. “I am sorry Kitten, but it looks like today is going to be busy. I need to get two signs made up and fast, as well as finding someone to play receptionist. Can you dress up and go next door, leave the door open and deal with this until I get back? I promise to make it up to you.”

Stacia frowned as he started speaking. When he finished she locked eyes with him. “Anything I be wantin’?”

Alburet nodded after a moment, hoping she wouldn’t take it too far, “It will be the least I can do to make it up to you.”

Stacia beamed at him before she sprinted for the bedroom. She came back out a moment later in her fancy dress. “See ya soon then, master,” she gave him a kiss in passing as she left the house, shutting the door behind her.

“I will be paying for this later,” Alburet sighed once, shaking his head ruefully.

He got his gear together and headed out himself, his first stop was going to be the sign shop. He arrived a few minutes later, having jogged all the way there. Stepping into the shop, he found the owner behind the counter. Smith grinned as Alburet approached.

“Here for a private residence sign and one stating your guild name or emblem to hang on the respective doors?” Smith asked.

Alburet gave a chagrined nod, “Yes. It seems I didn’t fully understand what was to come.”

Laughing, Smith put the two signs on the counter, “Thought you might be coming by for them. One gold for both, if you don’t mind.”

Alburet looked over the signs. The one for the guild house displayed the emblem along with the words ‘Alpha Company Guild House’. He put two gold on the counter, “Next time I would appreciate it if you would give me a hint ahead of time.”

Grinning, Smith shook his head, “It isn’t often I get to see something like this. But you’ve been decent about it, taken the joke in stride, so next time I will.”

Alburet took the two signs and headed back out. Once he was on the street he stopped to think. Where could he even find a quality receptionist that would work for him? He chewed his lip as he considered seeing if one of Stacia’s sisters wanted the job. As he started for the inn he smiled and changed course as another possibility occurred to him. It took a while, even at a jog but he soon found himself outside the portal guild.

He entered the building. Kim was sitting behind the desk, obviously bored. He walked up to the desk with a huge smile on his face. “Kim, just the person I wanted to see.”

Kim looked up and gave him a smile in return, “What can I do for you, Alburet?”

“Actually, it’s horrible form for me to do this, but needs must. Do you have a minute to spare off the clock, like on a break?” Alburet asked.

Kim raised a brow at him for a moment. She pushed a button on the desk and Rolland came down the stairs a minute later. Rolland nodded to Alburet, before he turned to Kim, “What’s up?”

“I need a five-minute break,” Kim replied. She led Rolland’s eyes to Alburet, who stood there with a fixed grin on his face.

Rolland raised a brow at Alburet then nodded, taking Kim’s chair, “Five minutes.”

Kim led Alburet off to the side away from the desk and waiting area, “So what is it?”

“Alpha Company, my guild, finds itself in need of an experienced receptionist as of a couple of hours ago. I am praying you’d be interested in taking the job.” Alburet quickly blurted out, “We can pay you well for your work.”

Kim blinked, obviously not expecting what he’d said, “Wait, you’re offering me a job working for your guild?”

“Yes,” Alburet replied bluntly.

Kim shook her head, “You can’t mean that. I make close to fifty gold a year working here.”

“A hundred gold a year,” Alburet said bluntly and dug a hundred gold out of his coin purse. “Paid in advance, as I need you now.”

Pursing her lips, Kim licked them then looked back at Rolland, “Give me a moment.”

Alburet stayed where he was as Kim went back to talk to Rolland. He looked over at Alburet then back to Kim. He nodded, frowned as she talked, then nodded again. He got up and walked over to Alburet.

“You are trying to hire Kim?” Rolland asked.

“I need a receptionist who can handle difficult people. Kim is the best I’ve seen in the city, so yes, I am.”

Rolland laughed, “I know you can afford the hundred gold a year as an adventurer. She has been upset with the guild since they introduced accounts. That ate into the tips we used to get and took away most of her fun talking to people. What hours will she be keeping and will you back her in a dispute?”

“Daylight hours,” Alburet replied. “If need be we can see about hiring a second receptionist if I can find one. I will back her over anyone who comes in, I will even let her sign on with the guild if she wants.”

“Don’t have any need for a portal mage, do you?” Rolland asked with a grin.

“I don’t think we’re large enough for something like that right now, but if we get there I’ll look you up first.”

“Be right back,” Rolland said, and headed back to Kim.

The pair talked for a minute before Rolland took her seat. Kim came over with a big smile, “So I can join your guild?”

Tapping his interface until a scroll appeared in his hand, Alburet held it out, “Just take that to city hall. You ready to go?”

“I believe you said I would be paid in advance?” Kim replied.

Alburet handed over the hundred gold, “Done.”

Kim nodded, “I’ll be over to your guild house in a few minutes then. Just want to go drop this off at city hall first.”

He agreed with her and asked a question, “Would you be amenable to training an assistant?”

“Sure, they made me do that here,” Kim replied as they headed for the door.

“One more question, what was with Rolland asking questions about you hiring on with us?”

Kim paused on the street, “He’s my husband, so of course he wanted to make sure it wasn’t a scam of some kind.”

“Makes sense. See you soon. Let me invite you to a party so you can find the place easier when you’re done.” He sent her the invite then waved goodbye before he jogged off to the Dead Man Inn.

He made it there in a few minutes and went inside. The place was empty except for Alistern behind the bar. “Alistern, good to see you,” Alburet greeted him. “Question, which daughter of yours is the best at dealing with people and money?”

The cloth he was using to polish a mug stopped as Alistern looked at Alburet. “What be ya thinkin’?” The words were calm but clipped.

Rubbing his chin for a moment Alburet explained. “I want to hire one of them as a receptionist. She will be training under an experienced professional. She’ll be working the first few weeks the same hours as her trainer, until we can see if we need to adjust the hours. I can offer thirty gold a year in pay, with the chance at a raise if she does well.”

Alistern put down the mug, shaking his head as he snorted. “Ya keep doin’ this kind of thin’. Ya thinkin’ of tryin’ to get all me daughters?”

Facepalming, Alburet sighed, “No. I truly am asking if one of them would like to make good money and learn a trade is all.”

Erin poked her head out of the kitchen, “Ya be serious?”

“Yes,” Alburet turned to Erin who came out of the kitchen. “Honestly serious, thirty gold a year paid in advance.”

Alistern put his hands flat on the bar, “Ya are tryin’ to take me daughters.”

Lilith came out of the kitchen sighing, “Husband?”

Looking over at Lilith, Alistern frowned, “It be a trick…”

Alburet dropped thirty gold on the bar, his face calm, “No trick. I will swear any oath you want that I will not touch Erin in any way that is inappropriate.”

Shaking her head, Lilith replied, “There is no need. Stacia told me that you are a monogamous sort. Which is too bad, all of my daughters could use a strong man in their life.”

“Wilbur is a good man,” Alburet replied without thinking. “A little stubborn and prejudiced maybe, but still a good man.”

Erin nodded, “He also be strong enough to defy his family.”

Lilith looked at her daughter, her lips quirking up, “Oh, is that so?”

Looking away Erin muttered, “We are talkin’.”

Lilith set her hand on Alistern’s shoulder, “They all have to go their own ways, love. The other two will stay a bit longer, and Emily will be around for quite some time. Let Erin try to find her own way. We will be here if she needs to come back.”

Seeming to deflate some, Alistern sighed, “It’s too soon.”

Erin looked over at her mother and father, her eyes starting to glisten. “Iffin thin’s do nay work I will come right back, I promise. Let me try to find me own wings, Da’.”

Looking at her with sad eyes, Alistern nodded once. He turned to Alburet, his face hardening. “She be in ya care. Iffin she gets hurt…”

Nodding, Alburet agreed, “She will be safe, Alistern. My word.” He turned to Erin, “Go change your clothes, we need to be going.”

Erin paused, “I do nay have other clothes.”

Alburet took the coins from the bar and handed them to Erin. He then marked Silken Needles on her map, “Go there and get some clothes then meet me at the guild hall.” He handed her two more gold, “That is for your clothes. Also, take this to the city hall.” He handed her a scroll that would allow her to join the guild. “Now get moving. We have work to do.”

Erin scampered out of the building, all three of the others watching her go. Lilith spoke up a moment later, “You are truly something different, Alburet. First you cause my eldest to fall in love with you, then you make her a succubus, giving her the dream she held dearest. Next you convince the crown to ease its restrictions on Infernals, and now you give my daughter more money than most people will see in a year.”

Alburet could only shrug, “Coin for me is easy. As for Stacia, well she ensnared me just as much. I got to get going. We’ve already had so many people showing up at the guild house.”

Alistern snorted, “Of course ya did. Ya got a royal charter added to ya guild. Not many adventurer guilds manage that, and ya be a two-souled guild to boot. Stewart left just before ya showed up, said he was goin’ to ya home.”

“Gah, so busy today,” Alburet sighed. “I will see you again at some point. I wish you both a good day.” He used his Homestone, vanishing from the bar to appear before his home. A couple of carriages were outside. “Oh, goody more of them,” Alburet muttered. The crests on the carriages indicated noble houses, though he didn’t know which ones.

He went to his home door first, pulling out the sign for it and wondered how to attach it. He pressed it to the door then accepted the pop-up asking if he wanted to attach it. When he moved his hand the sign stayed in place. He went to the other door, which was open. He glanced in to see Stacia talking to two well-dressed men. He gave her a brief nod before he attached the sign to the door, then joined her.

“Why can’t the leader of this guild see us today?” The one standing a little forward of the other asked with clear contempt in his voice. “Are the two-souled going to have issues with meeting potential clients?”

“No, I would think my guild won’t,” Alburet cut in, speaking from behind the duo. “I had things that needed to be done, still have things that need to be done in fact. What business do you have that is so urgent as to need my personal attention right now?”

Both men turned to look at Alburet, with the speaker again taking the lead. “It has been said that you have information on the Forgotten Prison. We would like to obtain all the information you have on it?”

Shaking his head Alburet replied, “Nope. Is there anything else?”

“What do you mean no?” The noble asked incredulously. “Do you know who I am? I am Sir…”

“You could be the Duke of Earl, I don’t care. I really hate it when people think they can pull the ‘know who I am’ card. Get out of my building and don’t come back.” Alburet kept the polite false smile in place even as he let his eyes go cold.

The second noble gave a small bow of his head, “I apologize. Might I call upon you in the future?”

Alburet gave a small nod, keeping his eyes on the first noble. “If you leave in the next minute, then yes.”

The second man walked out of the room unhurriedly, pausing to hand a small card to Alburet. “My card, sir. Please, accept my apologies.” The first one balked, watching the other leave. “You might be able to convince him that you can order a nobleman about, but I know better.” The man puffed himself up haughtily.

“Tiny, come to me,” Alburet said simply his finger pointing behind the noble, his eyes still fixed on the man before him.

Tiny appeared with a small puff of smoke behind the nobleman. His rumbling voice causing the noble to start. “I have come, master.”

“What in the name of the gods?” the noble said as he spun around then looked up at Tiny. “A Demon in the city? The guards will have you in chains for this.”

“No, they won’t. The proclamation said I can summon my demon in self-defense. You are threatening me, so I brought out my protector. Now leave or get physically thrown from the building.” Alburet didn’t even attempt to mask his contempt of the man before him.

“You will be hearing from the guards,” the noble said as he stepped quickly to the door. “Just you wait, I’ll be laughing when they put you in chains.” With that, he left.

“Did you need me to protect you, master?” Tiny rumbled.

“Nope, we’re good now. Thanks for the assist Tiny, you are free to go.” Alburet gave Tiny a thankful smile.

“As you wish, master,” Tiny replied before he vanished. Alburet looked down at the card in his hand. The title Sir Cody Carter of House Carter was embossed across the face of it, along with an address.

“They be nay the first in today like tha’,” Stacia said, getting to her feet. “Where be the help?”

A knock came from the door, “So this is the place?” Kim half asked as she came inside. “It’s a bit lackluster, I can see why they’re giving you issues. If you want, I can arrange for some things that will help impress your guests. It will only cost a double handful of gold.”

Sighing, Alburet put twenty gold on the desk and waved Kim over, “Come on over, Kim, and here’s the gold. Please do what you think needs to be done. Also, the trainee will be along in a bit. She had to get some clothes first. Can we leave you to this?”

Kim took a seat as she pulled out her Mindstone, “This is what you are paying me for, sir. If anything dire happens, I will let you know.”

The couple thanked her and quickly retreated to the house. Shutting the door behind them just as another carriage pulled up, Alburet sighed. “Holy fucking hell,” he sighed as he leaned against the door. “I did not expect anything like this.”

“Master?” Stacia said, waiting for him to look at her. Once he did she continued, “Do we have the day to ourselves now?”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than a knock came at the door. “I put up a fucking sign,” Alburet snarled before he opened the door to cuss out whoever it was. He stopped himself when he saw Grimgar, Almira and Stewart all standing there. “Hello to you all.”

Stewart chuckled, “Having a lot of company today, are you?”

“Ugh, way too many idiots,” Alburet replied, stepping out of the door and motioning the others in.

“I’ll make some tea,” Stacia said, gliding over to the kitchen.

“Nice dress Stacia, is that the one you wore to the castle?” Almira asked as she came in and took a seat.

“Aye. As soon as I get the tea started I be goin’ to change, though,” Stacia said as she put the kettle on the stove. “Be back in a moment.”

“The tailor ye use did a good job with tha’ dress,” Grimgar commented as Stacia left the room.

“Her dress aside, we came for two reasons apparently,” Stewart said. “I ran into Grimgar and Almira just outside. They brought a decoration for you. I brought a gift of thanks. It seems doubly appropriate as Alistern messaged me about Erin’s new job.”

“She’s going to be training under an experienced receptionist to help keep my guild from drowning in people.”

“He did say that,” Stewart nodded. “I just wanted to make sure you’re not planning on trying to hire the other two also, right?” Stewart asked blandly, a smile on his face but his eyes focused intently on Alburet.

“No plans at all. Hell, I didn’t plan to hire Erin before today.”

“Aye, ye had no idea this was goin’ to blow up did ye?” Grimgar laughed.

“Oh, shh,” Almira added as she tapped Grimgar on the head. “He’s having enough issues today. Besides, I think it’s wonderful that Alistern’s daughters are getting a chance to flourish outside of the Inn.”

Stewart frowned slightly, “Maybe. Anyway, we should go look at what Grimgar brought you first, before I get to my bit.”

Stacia came out of the room, “Unca Grim brought us somethin’?”

“Yes, he brought something for your archway between the doors,” Almira added. “You do recall paying me to procure something I trust?”

“That was some days ago, but yeah,” Alburet said, standing with the others as they headed for the door.

Their visitors all stepped back against the inner wall so Alburet and Stacia could clearly see into the nook. A heater shield, bright and shiny steel with the guild emblem emblazoned on it sat canted in the nook.

“That is amazing,” Alburet exclaimed softly as he stepped forward to get a closer look. He glanced behind it to see that instead of straps there was a rod of metal extending from the shield that disappeared into the wall. “Huh? How the hell?”

“Aich, it be fine lad. We was thinkin’ of doin’ it with our own emblem back in the day, so the wall was ready for this. Now it is considered part of the structure, only the owner can remove it.” Grimgar stood there proudly, “I hope me work is good enough for ye.”

“Of course it is, Unca Grim,” Stacia said, giving the dwarf a hug.

“Then I have completed my quest,” Almira beamed slightly. “I do think it is a perfect fit.”

“Thank you both very much,” Alburet said giving Almira a quick hug and slapping Grimgar on the shoulder.

“We be glad to help out. The signs on the doors be a good idea as well,” Grimgar chuckled. “Me be sure, the first few were nay sure what to do, when the door was nay answered.”

Stacia growled slightly, “They interrupted breakfast.”

Almira laughed, shaking her head she nudged Grimgar, “We should be getting back to our shops. I do hope the next few days don’t see any more interrupted meals.” She tossed Stacia a wink as she left.

Stewart shook his head, “I think I hear the kettle.”

Stacia raced inside, as the kettle was indeed whistling. Alburet ushered Stewart back inside as Stacia got the kettle and cups ready for tea. Once they all had tea and were seated, Stewart spoke up. “It really is a nice decoration. However, it did distract me from the real reason I came today. Seeing as how you have only done right for my goddaughters, I felt it was okay to gift you an item.”

Alburet went to speak but Stewart cut him off, “Wait, let me finish please. The item I am going to give to you has been kept as a reminder of great loss to me. Seeing all the girls finally moving on has nudged me to try moving on myself. It is time to let the past go, for good. Seeing as you already have two pieces of the set it seems fitting to give you this.” Stewart held out a circlet of a strangely hued red metal.

Stacia sat forward, her eyes wide, “Unca Stew, be ya sure about tha’? It be one of the few things ya still have to remind ya of Flora.”

A deep sadness filled Stewart, clearly visible to the others. “I need to move on Stacia, it has been over twenty years now. I still miss her every day and Tabitha has tried to help me, but I wasn’t ready before. Now though, now it might be time. No one before has combined three or more pieces of the set that I know of. Will you take the Crown of the Demon Lord?”

Alburet didn’t reach for it right away. Instead he met Stewart’s eyes. “I am a little overwhelmed and confused Stewart. Why today? I am willing to accept the gift, but I have a feeling that you just came to this decision in the last two days.”

Stewart set the crown on the table, leaning back in his seat and sipping his tea. “You care. Simply put, you have only shown care and compassion to those I care about and love. You are family for all intents and purposes now. You have leveraged a boon from the crown to make Summoners a little more accepted. My days of adventuring are over, long since now, so it is time to pass on the torch. This will hopefully help you, and in turn help Stacia.”

The plain truth of Stewart’s words touched Alburet. “I will accept your gift then. Thank you for this priceless gift.” Alburet bowed in his seat, “I will wear it with honor.”

Standing, Stewart put his cup down, “Good. I will be going now.” He gave Stacia a quick hug, exchanged a handshake with Alburet and was out the door a moment later.

“Mayhap he will be able to find happiness now,” Stacia said from beside Alburet as they had both seen Stewart off.

“That would be grand,” Alburet said as he put his arm around Stacia before they retreated inside.

Chapter Twenty-Three

After retreating back inside the couple cuddled together on the sofa. Alburet eyed the plain circlet wondering if he should put it on or wait until after the patch. Stacia was also looking at the band of metal. Her mind recalled all the times she had seen Unca Stewart gazing at it with sadness in his eyes.

“Could it be cursed?” Stacia whispered out loud without realizing it.

“The crown?” Alburet queried.

“Wha’?”

“You asked if something could be cursed, Kitten. I was wondering if you were talking about the crown.”

“Aye,” she tightened her arms on him slightly. “I was thinkin’ about the sadness in his eyes every time he gazed at it, master. He received it when his lover died. He left it on the sands of the Dead Lands. Unca Grim picked it up and gave it back to him a year later. I was wonderin’ iffin it could be cursed, to take ya loved one from ya.”

Shaking his head Alburet replied, “If that was the case Almira would have died already. It is obvious that Grimgar loves her, from the way his eyes light up when he looks at her.”

“Oh, I had nay thought of tha’. Are ya goin’ to take the gift then master?”

“I was considering whether to put it on now or wait until after I come back from my absence.”

Stacia picked it up off the table, slipping from his lap to kneel by his feet. “May I crown you, me lord and master?”

Alburet felt his pulse stir at her words but also felt his heart melt at her love. “Please, my darling Kitten.”

Stacia rose gracefully to her feet holding the crown before her chest. “Bow ya head for me a touch please, master.”

Alburet did as she requested and moment later he felt her gently place the Crown of the Demon Lord on his brow. A pop-up asked if he wished to equip and bind the item. He accepted it, lifting his gaze to Stacia who looked down at him. “It is done.” As the words left his mouth another pop-up appeared.

Crown of the Demon Lord.

Unique Scaling Item, Part of the Demon Lord set

Armor 40 to head (up to 200 depending on level) stacks with Demon Skin

Charisma 40 (up to 200 depending on level)

Wisdom 40 (up to 200 depending on level)

Indestructible

You and your party will be viewed as neutral to all unbound demons.

Becomes Soul Bound when equipped

Other parts of set:

Robe

Boots

Gloves

Pants

Belt

3 piece bonus: Race change and improved stats from armor

6 piece bonus: ???

A three-piece bonus has been rewarded.

Armor of the Demon Lord.

Two bonuses are now available to you.

Chance at race change to Half-Blood Infernal: speak with any Infernal to start the quest chain.

All bonuses from Demon Lord Set will now be doubled.

Alburet blinked as he read the pop-up, “I can become a half-blood?”

Stacia’s eyes got big, “How would tha’ even be?”

“Good question,” Alburet replied, trying to make heads or tails out of the information he’d just gained. He recalled Victoria telling him the chance to change one’s race was in the game, she had mentioned a Vampire Lunari. “I guess I should ask somebody who might know.”

“I summon Bob the Mighty,” Alburet said, his hand palm down next to him.

Bob appeared amid the puff of smoke, “You called, master?”

“I was told to ask any Infernal about a quest to change my race to half-blood.”

Blinking, Bob paused with his head cocked to the side as if listening to something, his eyes glazing over as he did. He started speaking in a deep more resonant voice, “You should visit the sands of the Dead Lands in one week. There will be an Infernal waiting to take you to the place you need to go to.” When Bob finished speaking he shook his head, his eyes clearing. “Why did you summon me?”

Stacia’s eyes got even wider if possible as she stared at Bob. Alburet barely registered it though as he frowned. “I asked about a quest and got my answer. Apparently, someone or thing spoke through you. I can honestly say I don’t like the idea of some being using you as its mouthpiece when you are bound to me.”

Bob’s eyes went buggy, his mouth opening and closing for a second, “B…b… but…”

“The Dark Lord,” Stacia said softly with reverence. “Only he can speak through an Infernal like tha’, master.”

Whistling softly, Alburet’s own eyes got big. “So, a god of this world just gave me a quest?”

Quest: Become a Half-Blood Infernal

Visit the Dead Lands in one week to begin your transformation.

Reward: Race change to Half-Blood Infernal

“And there is my answer,” Alburet continued as he read the pop-up.

Stacia trembled as she slowly reached out to touch Alburet. “Master? Are ya goin’ to accept the quest?”

“Yeah, should be fun. Thanks Bob, you’re free to go.”

Bob nodded once, “I can’t wait to tell Tiny.” Bob vanished, his face lit with awe.

“Ya know tha’ ya standin’ in the city will fall, iffin ya do it,” Stacia told him as she embraced Alburet, as if afraid for him.

“I’ll just work harder to raise their opinion of me then,” Alburet replied, returning the embrace.

Reputation with Stormguard Guards has reached Respected.

Reputation with all Stormguard factions has reached Friendly.

Reputation with Gilden House has fallen to Hostile.

“I think my reputation can take a hit,” Alburet said, after checking his reputation notifications that had been waiting for him. “It seems my asking to be viewed favorably by the city has happened. So even if I fall a little bit, I should still be viewed okay. Besides, it is time that someone helped improve the image of the Half-Blood Infernals in the city.”

Stacia looked at Alburet with a mix of trepidation and wonder. “I love ya, master,” she whispered and kissed him fiercely.

When they broke for air Alburet was about to pick Stacia up and carry her away when a knock came on the door. Sighing, Alburet shook his head, disengaging from Stacia to go see who it was now.

It turned out to be Rolland at the door, “Sorry for the intrusion. I was wondering if you’d care to grab lunch?”

“Don’t normally get men walking up to invite me out,” Alburet replied with a straight face.

Rolland shook his head, “You’re not my type. I like them beautiful and female, like my wife or yours. I just wanted to thank you, for giving my wife this job. She’s sent me a few messages since she got here. She’s doing what she loves to do again, which is talk with people. I thought lunch might be a gesture you could appreciate. Your wife is welcome to come as well.” Rolland gave Stacia a warm smile, “If you wish to, of course.”

Stacia gave back a smile, “Iffin asthore wishes to go, then I will go as well.”

“We should probably go, there are few other stops we need to make,” Alburet said taking Stacia’s arm. “When we get back we can return to the topic we were discussing.”

Stacia bowed her head, her words carrying a hint of husk to them, “As ya wish, asthore.”

Rolland paused, catching the hint from Stacia’s voice, “Err… did I come at a bad time? We can do lunch at some later date instead.”

“No, everything is fine,” Alburet replied. “Anticipation is a good thing, after all. Where did you have in mind?”

Hesitating a moment more, Rolland shrugged, “I know a small place just down the road from here that serves a very nice pasta. You don’t mind if I bring some back for Kim, do you?”

“Feel free. We should bring some back for Erin as well,” Alburet told the mage.

“Erin? As in me sister Erin?” Stacia asked.

“Yup, she’s training under Kim. I figure having two receptionists is a good idea. This way they can have a day off as well as being able to handle assorted other tasks.”

“Did Da’ give ya any trouble?”

“Not really,” Alburet replied as they followed Rolland down the road. “He made an accusation about me trying to get all of his daughters, but your mother set him straight. Besides, this will let her have the chance to have a little freedom and a good chunk of coin.”

“How much ya be payin’ her?”

“Thirty gold for the year. Kim gets one hundred as she’s the more experienced. If Erin does well, we can give her a raise.”

Stacia shook her head, “Ya be givin’ her more than many in the city earn in a year iffin they work for another.”

“That might be true, Kitten, but as adventurers we can earn that money back easily enough. It will also give her a sense of worth and improve her odds of finding her own way in life.”

Smiling, Stacia gave his arm a squeeze, “Ya do so much for me family, asthore.”

“Here we are,” Rolland told them, “Giardino and Family.” The door emitted the same jingle as many other shops, thanks to the small bell mounted just above it. Smiling, Rolland called out to a hefty man in a white apron, “Giuseppe, I have brought new customers for you.”

“Ah, new comers,” the man weaved his way through the small but full dining area with a smile firmly in place. “Welcome to my family’s place. We have a table right over here, follow me.” Giuseppe led them over to a table that could seat four and held the chair for Stacia. “It is always nice to see new faces,” his voice carried the hint of an Italian accent. “Today the food is a rigatoni alfredo with diced chicken.”

“You serve a single dish during the day?” Alburet asked.

“We serve one dish during lunch and a different one for dinner,” Giuseppe replied. “Would you care for wine with the meal or tea?”

“A bottle of wine please, Giuseppe,” Rolland answered for the group. “We will also need two servings to go, Kim will bring the plates back to you tonight.”

“Of course. I’ll be right back with the wine,” Giuseppe left the table.

“Interesting way of doing food,” Alburet half chuckled, thinking that people would never stand for such a limited menu in the real world.

“Wait until you try it.” A young lady about Stacia’s age with a golden tan brought over a bottle and three glasses. She opened the bottle, pouring a small bit into the glass before Rolland. He sipped the wine, seeming to swish it slightly before he nodded. With a smile the lady poured them each a glass and set the bottle next to Rolland, then departed.

Alburet and Stacia each took a sip as the server departed. The wine was dry but with pronounced hints of fruit that lingered on the tongue. Alburet couldn’t place the fruit even as he tried to. Stacia let out a simple sigh, “This be a very good white.”

Rolland nodded, “I agree. And here comes the food.”

Giuseppe bustled to them with three plates on a tray. He set the plates before them along with forks. “Bon appetite,” he told them before he went off to greet the next customers.

“Dig in,” Rolland matched action to word, taking a hearty bite.

Stacia followed Rolland’s example, still a little uncertain of the food, clearly not used to pasta. As she tasted the first bite she made a pleased sound as she chewed. “This be fantastic,” she said a moment later. “It be so rich and creamy.”

Alburet’s lips quirked up as he recalled her using those same words just last night. He had to agree though, the alfredo sauce was spot on, easily in the top three he had ever had. He nodded his agreement as he took another bite. As he finished that bite he took a sip of wine, blinking as the dry white helped clear the cream sauce easily while allowing the hints of fruit to enhance the flavor of the meal. “Oh, that is very well paired.”

“The family has had this knack for the last two generations,” Rolland put in. “As you can see, they do good business here.”

Alburet had to agree. As they ate, the tables stayed busy with only two or three going empty at a time in the twenty-table restaurant. As they finished up the meal Giuseppe brought them a basket. “The two meals be inside, along with a small container of tea. Kim is working, I take it which is why you are here to get food for her?”

“Indeed,” Rolland nodded his head at Alburet. “He just hired her away from the portal guild.”

Giuseppe eyed Alburet briefly before he gave a small bow of his head, “You must be the head of Alpha Company. I make that guess as many people are talking about you and you wear their emblem.”

“Indeed, sir,” Alburet replied extending his hand. “It was a pleasure to eat here, thank you for the wonderful meal. I shall have to make it a habit of coming by.”

Giuseppe grinned as he shook hands, “As it should be. If you could hire Kim away from the portal guild then you must be a good man.”

“He be one of the best,” Stacia cut in, resting her hand on Alburet’s arm.

“Obviously loved, as well,” Giuseppe laughed. “We look forward to seeing you again… Alburet, correct?”

“That is my name, yes. This is my lovely wife, Stacia,” Alburet introduced her.

“A beautiful name,” Giuseppe told her as he bowed over her hand. “Please come back any time. From an hour before noon to a few hours past sundown are the hours we are open. We change the meal two hours before sundown.”

Rolland stood up, followed by the other two. “We should be getting these back to the women who need it. Stay well, Giuseppe. Give our love to the wife.” Rolland placed a few silver on the table before he led the other two out. “So, what did you think?” Rolland asked as they started back towards the guild hall.

“Easily the top three pasta dishes I’ve eaten,” Alburet replied truthfully.

“It was a very good meal. Never had noodles like tha’ before,” Stacia put in.

“Glad to hear it. Before we left you mentioned needing to do other things. If you want to head off, I’ll drop the food off to the ladies.”

“That works for me,” Alburet said. “Thanks again for the meal Rolland, and for letting me steal Kim away from the portal guild.”

Shaking his head, Rolland chuckled, “A man never lets his wife do anything, she does and he accepts only.”

“Almost sounds like my father,” Alburet agreed. “He used to say, ‘What’s hers is hers and what’s mine is hers.”

Laughing, Rolland bid them a good day as he kept going. Alburet and Stacia paused. “Now we need to get a bedroom set for your sister. I figure letting her stay in one of the spare rooms at the guild hall would be nice.”

“It do be lackin’ a way to cook, but me thinks she will be fine and we can always give her some breakfast iffin we need to. It be a very kind thin’ to offer asthore, nay many jobs be letting’ a new employee stay free of charge.”

“It will help her stand on her feet a bit more, instead of having to keep going back to the Inn,” Alburet explained. “It might also help her court Wilbur more effectively.”

Stacia giggled, “Tryin’ to get me sister hitched?”

“They seemed to hit it off at the wedding, so why not help out? Now, you tell me. Where do we go to buy a bed and such?” Alburet asked to get them moving.

A couple of hours later they made it back to the guild hall with presents. As they entered the front room the duo paused in the doorway. The front room was now furnished in black and reds, from the rugs on the floor to the chairs and tables set out as a waiting area. Where the simple desk had been before now a two-person desk of cherry wood sat, behind which were Kim and Erin.

Erin looked up with a huge smile, “Welcome to Alpha Company, can I be helpin’ ya?”

Stacia chuckled, “Very nice, sis. Very proper.”

“I would hope so, with my help,” Kim stated from beside Erin. “The rest of the decorations will be dropped off over the next few days. I also ordered some things for the meeting room. I have to ask though, how many are going to be in the guild? If you have a lot this place will be a little cramped.”

Alburet had to shrug, “We won’t know for a few days, once we do we can reevaluate. How has it been?”

“It’s slowed a bit over the last hour, before that we had a number of seats full,” Kim replied. “Was there anything besides taking messages you needed us to do?”

He considered for a moment, “Would you be willing to handle the guild finances?”

Nodding, Kim replied, “That is easy to do, if you have the account book from the bank. Also, who do you want to be able to view the account?”

“Any of the officers can look the account over, all charges to the guild should go through me. If I am not here on Alpha World at the time, then Stacia can approve anything for me.” Alburet handed over the account book from the bank. “There is a ten percent guild tax on coin looted, and a charge for using the portal guild equal to the amount deducted.”

Taking the book, Kim opened it for a quick review. She placed it in a drawer and locked it, extending the key to Alburet. “This key is only one of two for this lock. I have the other on me.”

Taking the key, Alburet nodded, “Good to know. Can I take Erin away for a few minutes?”

Kim nodded and Erin stood up, a little puzzled as he led her and Stacia into the back. He came to one of the empty rooms and ushered the women inside. “This is going to be your room Erin, if you want to stay here. This way you won’t have to go back to the Inn if you would rather not. We also have a few things for you.” He motioned to Stacia, who pulled small pieces of furniture, about a foot in size each, out of her bag.

“Where do ya want the bed and dresser?” Stacia asked.

Erin’s eyes were wide as she looked from Stacia to Alburet and back. “There and there,” she replied, in a little bit of a daze.

Stacia set the furniture down where she had been shown and a moment later a full-sized bed and dresser were there instead of the smaller furniture she had placed. “There ya be, sis,” Stacia told Erin, giving her a hug.

Erin gave a glad little cry, a few tears spilling down her cheeks, “Oh, thank you, thank you so much. Never thought we would nay be at the Inn. Now ya are married, and I be havin’ a job outside, with me whole life ahead of me.”

“Glad to help,” Alburet told her as he leaned against a wall. “Besides the stuff Kim is showing you, you are also going to be tasked with cleaning the guild hall. Okay?”

Erin nodded quickly, “Tha’ be fine, it be much smaller than me be used to cleanin’.” She paused briefly, “Err… is it be okay for me to have company over when me not be workin’?”

“Yeah, just be mindful if business is going on and also of your neighbors,” Alburet chuckled.

“Just make sure ya choose good,” Stacia added.

Erin nodded, before she separated from her sister and gave Alburet a hug. “Thank ya, Alburet. I am grateful ya gave me this chance. I can nay wait to see how Wilbur responds to me nay bein’ at the Inn.”

“Did he have issues with it?” Alburet asked curiously.

“Nay for himself, but seems his kin was given him trouble for ‘slummin’,” Erin sneered the last word. “His older sib’ seems to have a nasty streak in him.”

“Very true,” Alburet agreed, his voice going cold for a moment before he shook off the anger he still held for Skippy. “This is all we wanted to show you. Feel free to get things for your room as needed when you have time. Kim will be arranging a schedule for you two once she’s sure you are ready to go.”

“Thank ya again,” Erin told them before she left the room, going back to work.

“Now,” Alburet said as the left the room. “How about we head back to the house and see what kind of trouble we can get into, Kitten?”

Stacia let out a pleased sound of agreement as they headed back to the front room. Entering the front room they, were met by a scene of civility. Kim was explaining to an older woman that the guild leader was busy and not able to see anyone. Alburet’s eyes found those of the elderly woman, who smiled in triumph.

“He is right there,” the woman stated simply. “His name is Alburet and we have had business in the past. I am sure he will take a moment or two to meet with me. Won’t you?”

Stacia let out a sigh as she glanced from the woman to Alburet. “I be over at the house, asthore. Please come home soon.”

“Treasure?” the elderly woman queried. “Would you be his wife then?”

Stacia met the eyes of the richly dressed older woman, “Aye, he be me husband.”

“Then you should join our discussion, dear,” she replied easily. “I am Lady Abigail Theron.”

Kim blinked as she recognized the name, as did both Erin and Stacia. Alburet noted how all the women straightened a little at the name. “I did not think to see you again, Lady Theron. If you will come this way, please.” He opened the door to the back, holding it for Stacia who slipped through first then for the Lady, following them both into the hallway.

Alburet led the women to the meeting room where he held a chair for Lady Theron and then for Stacia before taking a seat himself. “What can we do for you, Lady Theron?”

Lady Theron gave him a piercing once over before she nodded. “I have done my own digging around about the man who helped me some time back. He went on to aid the guards, training them in new techniques, setting off a wave of new ideas. He earned the respect of a few men of the guard with his diligence and the respect he showed them. He traded a very rare and valuable tome to Vladimir for the insanely low price of a map, a bag, and some boots. He was vigorous in his pursuit of gaining experience by killing monsters. He found a woman of this world to woo and wed. He also made a deal with Sir Jones, giving away the location of the Forgotten Prison, to help ease the restrictions on those of his class.”

“True, I did all of those things. But what brings you to us today, Lady?”

“My late husband, Sir Gawain Theron, was among the last of his breed. He was a noble who cared for the commoner. He spent years in command of the guards, going from post to post to improve their conditions. We met during one of his many deployments, love at first sight,” she trailed off for a moment, her eyes going misty. Shaking her head, she coughed gently once, “We spent years together. I went with him to every deployment. We were rarely in the city to deal with the nobles. We also never spent coin needlessly, earning us scorn for being thrifty. In all the time we loved each other, we never produced an heir for the line of Theron. I have looked for someone suitable for five years, ever since his death, and have not found one who would do.”

Alburet suddenly had a very bad feeling he knew were this was going and got ready to cut her off. Stacia seemed to tense beside him, her eyes flickering to him then back to Lady Theron. She obviously had the same thoughts he did.

“What I want is for you to find me a man in the city who will do as my husband did. A noble man who will dedicate his life to helping the common man and the guards. Will you take on this task?” Lady Theron asked, looking at both of them.

Blinking slowly Alburet wrenched his mind off the track he had thought she was going down and to the one she had finished with. “Find a man who can be a noble and who will dedicate his life to commoners and the guards?”

Stacia seemed to let out a held breath, “Tha’ nay be somethin’ easy to do, as ya self has said, Lady Theron.”

“Of course it isn’t easy, if it was I would have done it by now. I know the guards as a whole respect Alburet though, as they used to respect me. With that said, I am hoping he will have better luck speaking with some of them.”

“What happened?” Alburet asked without thinking.

Lady Theron looked away, “Nothing that need concern you. Will you accept the task I set before you?”

“I can’t guarantee results on this matter,” Alburet began with a pensive look. “I will, though, give it my best effort. I do need to know what other requirements you have for the person to be acceptable.”

“He must be able to stand his ground in an argument with nobles, while also being able to build rapport with the men.”

Quest: Heir to the House of Theron

Find a man who meets Lady Theron’s requirements.

Rewards: Unknown

Alburet checked the pop-up, accepting the quest after reading it. “Very well, Lady Theron. How will I contact you if I find someone?”

Lady Theron got to her feet gracefully with a slight wince as if a joint was troubling her, “Just send word to my manor. I wish you a pleasant day and you have my thanks for accepting my task.” With those words she left them, even as they got to their feet.

Stacia took Alburet’s arm, “Do ya have a plan to try to meet her task, asthore?”

“Not really, but I don’t mind talking with the guards I’ve talked to before to see what they know.” He led her back to the front room to find Kim speaking to a guard. “Good day, sir. Can we aid the guards in some way?”

The guard looked over at Alburet, “Are you the person in charge of this guild, sir?”

“Alburet is my name and I am indeed the leader of this guild.”

“A complaint was filed with the guards that demons were being summoned in the city by the leader of this guild in order to threaten a citizen. I have been tasked with looking into the charge. Can you shed any light on this complaint, sir?”

Chuckling softly, Alburet nodded, “Indeed, I can. I did in fact summon a Destroyer to my defense not that long ago. We had an irate person who refused to leave the establishment and I felt the need for more security.”

The guard frowned, then appeared to be reading something in the air in front of him. He nodded. “I see this building as well as the Dead Man Inn are places where Infernals may be summoned without breaking the law now, in addition it now being permissible in the Summoner’s self-defense. Well, this is closed, then. I am sorry for wasting your time, sir.”

“It’s fine. I’ve dealt with enough similar issues in my time.” Alburet gave a small bow to the guard, “Keep doing your job, sir, and have our thanks for your service.”

With a salute the guard went on his way. Kim sighed, “Thank goodness for that order, otherwise we would all be accomplices to demon summoning.”

“That bad?” Alburet asked.

“A hefty fine at the minimum, ranging up to time in the stockades. If the Infernal damaged property or hurt someone you could be sent off to one of the mines to work off the costs.” Kim shook her head as she finished, “Those laws have some wiggle room in them now, though.”

“Good for us, then,” Alburet told her. “Anything we need to know before we retire for the day?”

“Until what time do you want the desk staffed?”

“Two hours after sundown, please, and open an hour after sun up. Once you have Erin trained up then devise a schedule for you both, please.”

“I will do so. Have a good day,” Kim replied, allowing Stacia and Alburet to escape back to their house.

“Okay, no more answering the door for the day,” Alburet said as he bolted it once they were inside.

“Just wha’ I have been wantin’ to hear, master,” Stacia said, her voice filled with heat as she pressed herself against his back. “Ya had been sayin’ somethin’ about us enjoyin’ the day in…”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Alburet woke the next day to pleasure coursing through his body. He felt his body clench as Stacia brought him to release just after his eyes fluttered open. Panting, he glanced down to see Stacia staring up at him, her eye alight with mischief. Once she released him from her mouth she smirked, “Mornin’, master.”

“Kitten, you are such a naughty little vixen,” Alburet replied before pulling her up to him to wrap her in an embrace. “How did you not wake me before that?”

Stacia giggled, “Oh, ya almost woke up a couple of times. I ha’ been workin’ on ya for almost twenty minutes, master. It was quite fun watchin’ ya start to wake then go back to sleep when I stopped.”

Laughing, Alburet rolled her over so her naked body was under his. “I’m sure it was, Kitten, but now it’s time for me to repay your work.”

For the next hour Alburet worked hard to bring Stacia to the edge over and over again while denying her and himself release. Finally, he tipped her over the edge before he went along with her. Panting and shuddering he lay on top of her, his arms and legs holding him just high enough not to crush her under him. Once they had caught their breath, they bathed before heading into the front room so Stacia could make breakfast.

After eating, Alburet wondered what they should do today. He wouldn’t be here with Stacia tomorrow, due to the downtime.  As he considered it he watched Stacia cleaning the kitchen and felt a momentary pang of worry. What if Mindblown didn’t need him to test immersion in the game now that they had others? Alburet froze as the thought went through his mind. Would they give him the option? Would they yank him for a different testing experience? He didn’t know and now the thought sat there in his mind festering at him.

“Master, be ya okay?” Stacia asked with worry clear in her tone as she knelt before him, looking up at him.

Alburet blinked. He had become so focused on his fears that he had stopped paying attention to what was going on around him. Letting out a deep breath, Alburet pulled Stacia into his lap and held her tight. “Just had a moment of fear is all, Kitten. It will pass.”

“Be ya sure?” Stacia asked, still clearly concerned.

“Yes, Kitten. We need to figure out what to do with ourselves today,” Alburet said, trying to distance his thoughts from where they had been.

“Ya will be leavin’ again tonight?” Stacia half asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, and I should be back after twenty-four hours. If it’s going to be longer I will get word to you again. While I’m gone, you are in charge of the guild.”

Stacia nodded as she got to her feet, “We should be checkin’ with Kim today then, for anything tha’ needs ya attention today. After that’ maybe we can go huntin’, just the two of us, with Bob and Tiny.”

“Sounds good to me, Kitten,” Alburet got to his feet as Stacia helped him up, so he could get his gear together.

A bit later they stepped into the guild side of the building to find the front room empty except for Erin. Alburet looked around for Kim but didn’t see her, “Where is Kim?”

Erin tilted her head at the back door, “She is setting some things up in the meetin’ room. Should be done soon. Can I do anythin’ to help?”

“Just wondering if anything of import needs to be handled in the next day or two,” Alburet asked as Stacia went towards the back rooms to check on Kim.

“Aye,” Erin said, handing him a dozen letters. “Those be the ones Kim set aside. She was sayin’ ya should send them a reply in the next day. She has paper and envelopes here for ya to use.” Erin pushed a stack of blank paper and envelopes across to him, along with a signet ring that bore the guild emblem. “She said once ya have signed the envelope to press the ring against the flap to seal it.”

Picking up all the stuff and sticking it into his bag, Alburet thanked Erin. “Thank you, Erin. I’ll just check the meeting room. After that me and Stacia will be out hunting.”

“Wish I could go,” Erin muttered as he walked to the door behind her.

Alburet paused at the door, “Have you asked Wilbur?”

Erin flushed, not having expected to be heard, “Why should I?”

“He very well might like to take you out hunting,” Alburet replied as he opened the door, pausing there for a moment. “Your father would have a fit, but if you do want to go it can be arranged. Ask Wilbur first though, if you like him that is. If he won’t take you then in a few days you can go with me and Stacia during your day off.”

Erin’s head spun around, her eyes wide, to stare at him, “Ya promise?”

“If you ask Wilbur first and he declines, then yes. That is the deal. If he does say yes, you will need to be extra cautious. I don’t want to tell your father about your final death.”

Erin frowned slightly but nodded, “Fine. I will ask him tonight.”

Alburet nodded to her then let the door close behind him. He went to the meeting room, pausing as he took in the additions to the room. The table now sat on a large red and black rug. Before each chair sat a mug that was upside down as if waiting for use. In the middle of the table sat a pot for tea, also upside down, with the lid beside it. The three walls that didn’t have the door now contained wood carvings of the guild emblem.

“This room looks better,” Alburet said announcing himself to the women.

Kim looked over with a smile. “Thank you. I thought it could use a little touch up. The other spare room has been converted into a small kitchen, making it easier for the guild members to grab a bite or a spot of tea. I’ve set up with the local provisioners to have regular deliveries made here. It will make it much easier for Erin to be living here, as well.”

“She arranged it all with the coin ya gave her originally, asthore,” Stacia put in. “Minus the provisions, but she was tellin’ me tha’ it will be fine once we have more guild members out huntin’.”

“I’m sure it will,” Alburet replied as he took a seat and pulled out the letters he’d gotten from Erin. “I’ll go ahead and reply to these, then we’ll be good to go.”

“Oh good, Erin gave them to you,” Kim said. “She is learning fast. She’s been like a sponge, taking in everything I tell her. Some of the nobles have given her attitude over her accent, but she’s learned how to deal with them properly.”

“As long as she doesn’t burn the place down,” Alburet chuckled.

“She could nay do tha’ due to…” Stacia cut off, remembering that Kim was in the room.

“She asked to go hunting,” Alburet added as he scanned the first letter. “I told her she should ask Wilbur first. If he refuses, then in a few days we’ll take her out to see the goblins.”

Stacia chewed her lip for a moment, “Da’ will nay be happy, but she is her own woman now. Why did ya tell her to ask Wilbur first?”

“I know that I would want to take the woman I cared for out hunting. Wilbur should have the chance, as well.” Alburet let a smile cross his face as he finished, recalling their first time out.

“Aye, an ya did at tha’,” Stacia replied with her own smile.

“When you’re done with the letters, just drop them off with me,” Kim told them as she headed out the door. “The crowds should be slow over the next couple of days.”

“Will do, and good to know,” Alburet said as he finished reading the first letter and started his reply. He sighed. “I don’t want to have to write a letter to every noble who wants attention.”

Kim laughed, “Which is why you have me and Erin to be gatekeepers. Those letters are from people with enough clout to make it a very good idea to reply to them. Most of them want to have tea. I’m sure it all revolves around you being granted a royal charter and the obvious approval of the crown.”

“I’m sure it does,” Alburet half commented as he focused on replying to the first letter.

Stacia followed Kim out so as not to distract him, so he could finish quicker. Alburet answered each letter almost identically, agreeing to appear at the noble’s manor at a particular day and time. He set the first appointment several days away, and assigned two meetings per day, one just before midday and the second just after sunset. He used another piece of paper to make a list, with each noble’s name and the date and time for his visit, wincing at the thought of spending six days dealing with them. Stretching, he noticed almost two hours had passed. Shaking his head he got to his feet and headed to the front.

“Here you go, Kim,” Alburet said as he put the dozen letters on the desk. “Here is the schedule I set up for my visits to each of them as well. If any more come in, do me a favor. Send a reply saying I will be delighted and then follow the pattern of this list, please.” He put the signet ring on top of the schedule, “So you can seal the letters as well.”

“That ring is yours, Alburet,” Kim told him, holding it out to him. “I have one for the desk. It is bound to the desk and can only be used by someone of rank in the guild. I would ask you set a rank of receptionist in the hierarchy somewhere. This way things like the account book and the signet ring can only be used by those of us with that specific rank.”

“Will do,” Alburet said, pulling up his guild interface. He added receptionist in right under officer, assigning Erin and Kim to the rank. “There you go.”

Kim picked up the ring from the desk and the account book, fiddling with her own interface then handed them to Alburet. “If you will lock these to the receptionist rank, please.”

It took him a few minutes of fiddling with the interface before he found the right spot. He locked both the rings and account book to himself, Stacia and the receptionists only. “I might add Gerald to that list in a few days. I’ll talk with him about it when he gets back from the other world.”

“It is going to be odd watching all of you come and go as often as you do,” Kim opined.

“Heh, not this guild. This guild is going to be unique. The first two-souled guild where the members are here for a month without leaving via the bridge back to the other world.” Alburet replied to her with a broad smile, “If things go well, that is.”

“That will be interesting, indeed,” Kim nodded.

Stacia took Alburet’s arm, “Be we ready to go?”

“Yes,” Alburet replied before turning back to Kim. “We’ll be out hunting for a bit. Get in touch via the Guildstone if need be. Oh,” he pulled out his Mindstone, “trade info with me. This way you can get in touch with just me if another member of the guild ever gives you issues.”

Kim and Erin both traded information with him by tapping Mindstones. “Have fun hunting,” Kim said while Erin pouted slightly as the duo left.

They arrived at the portal guild a few moments later. Walking up the stairs they met Rolland coming down. “Afternoon,” Alburet greeted Rolland.

“Going out for some hunting? Are the others going to be joining you?” Rolland asked as they paused on the stairs.

“No, they won’t be back for another day or two. The bridge between our worlds is going to be closed tomorrow. They’ll be back the day after that.”

“I’ve been a little curious how that works for you two-souled. We should have dinner some night so you can explain it to me. Maybe it will help me further understand the intricacies of the portals.”

Chuckling, Alburet shook his head, “I doubt it, but sure, we can set it up later.”

“Have a good hunt,” Rolland told them as he continued down the stairs.

“So, what do you want to hunt today, Kitten, orcs or gnolls?”

“Can we handle the gnolls, asthore?”

“The single ones, sure. We might even be able to handle the camps if we do it smartly.”

“The gnolls, then. They be more of a challenge which means ya level faster,” Stacia decided.

“Gnolls it is then, Kitten.” They went to the correct room and took the portal to the gnoll area.

They headed for the woods, pausing at the edge of them while Alburet summoned Tiny and Bob, then copied Stacia. “Morning, guys. We are solo hunting gnolls today.”

“No babes?” Bob mock cried, looking around for Fluff, Karen or Marysue.

“Master,” Tiny rumbled, “is it true you are going to infuse your blood with Infernal essence?”

Bob stopped hamming it up, his eyes locking onto Alburet, obviously interested in his answer. Alburet took a moment before he replied, “That is not for another six days. I have until then to decide.” Bob seemed to droop slightly as if in disappointment. Tiny just nodded. Alburet continued a second later, “Though at the moment I’m leaning towards yes.”

Tiny’s normally placid face stretched into a smile, while Bob let out a cheer and broke into a jig. Alburet looked at them a little oddly until Bob explained. “I asked around after I heard about the quest. It hasn’t been done in ages it seems, but that is the only way that Demon Lords are made. Demon Lords were mortals who gave up their past race to transform into a Demon Lord at the hand of the Dark Lord. Being a minion to one who is on that path gives us a little more reputation in the Infernal Lands. Added to that is the fact that you also took a half-blood succubus and bound her to you, which has made your name commonplace in gossip in our lands.”

Stacia giggled slightly, “Ya seem to be makin’ waves everywhere, master.”

“It isn’t set in stone yet,” Alburet replied. “I might not take the quest line up. We shall see when it comes time for the quest.”

Bob frowned but nodded, “You’re afraid of how the others will treat you if you change.”

Tiny growled slightly, “I will not let them…”

Alburet cut him off, “Ease up, Tiny. I’m not really worried about how people will view me. I’m more concerned how it will affect those I care about.”

“It be ya choice, master. Nay matter what ya chose I will be happy as long as ya be with me,” Stacia told him before she hugged him from either side.

“We’ll support you too,” Bob added, “but I’m not hugging you.”

Tiny just rumbled wordlessly and clashed his weapon into his shield, “I will be your bulwark.”

“Thanks guys, Stacia. However, this is delaying us from doing what we are here to do, which is hunt. Stacia has a new ability to make an enemy our ally for a time. So first we’ll kill a single gnoll before heading to one of the camps. Once we get there Stacia will sway the casters into being our friends while we kill the melee. Any questions?”

There were none, so they started down the path. Bob was frowning fiercely. Alburet was pretty sure he knew why, “Bob, you get an upgrade next level. Also, I’m slating my next ability to get you a new ability, so stop sulking.”

Bob did a double take before he nodded, “Okay. It is just so hard to do anything right now. I was really hoping you would get me the ability to cast area damage.”

“At your current level could you cast that more than a few times? Before tapping out of mana?”

“No,” Bob reluctantly admitted.

“Now you see why?”

“Yes,” Bob sighed. “I just feel a little like dead weight right now.”

“Who was it that saved me twice shortly after being my first minion? Who taunted me into learning how to fight better on my first day on this world?”

Bob chuckled, “I did.”

“That’s right, so you above all don’t get to pout about being underpowered. Besides, your ability to free us during the Gnoll Shaman was really helpful.”

Bob seemed to puff back up, “Okay, okay. I get it, no need to slobber all over me.”

“Iffin ya say so,” Stacia put in with a wink at Alburet.

“No, no, not you, Stacia! You can slobber on me,” Bob quickly replied, looking over at one of Stacia’s bodies with hopeful eyes.

“Nope,” Alburet laughed, “she only gets to slobber on me.”

Sighing deeply Bob lamented, “Story of my life.”

“Patrol,” Tiny rumbled.

They killed the single gnoll without any real trouble, it just took longer than normal due to less damage going in. After looting, they made their way to the first camp. “Okay, remember the plan,” Alburet told them before he and Bob cast Fire Blasts on the tents, causing the gnolls to come rushing out of them.

Stacia began to sing a heartwarming song in a language Alburet didn’t know. As he followed Tiny towards the two melee gnolls, he glanced back to watch as the two gnoll casters swayed in time to Stacia’s singing. Tiny roared and slammed one gnoll with his shield while slashing at the other one. Knowing he had to wait a moment, Alburet glanced back at the casters. Fifteen seconds after Stacia started to sing both caster’s eyes were glazed over and they began to cast spells. Alburet was unsure what was going to happen. The gnolls they were fighting were suddenly tangled in vegetation and small boils appeared on one, then the other.

“I have them,” Stacia said as she came over to join them on the two melee gnolls. “It takes a good chunk of me mana, master. Also, it has a long cooldown time. With these both having DoTs on them, dazin’ them will nay work well.” She pulled her daggers, “So may I join in?”

“Feel free,” Alburet said, making room for her as Bob had already been casting his Fire Blasts. Stacia started to attack while Alburet waited a few more seconds to make sure aggro was firmly established before he joined in with his axe. It still had durability left, so he didn’t want to stop using it until it broke. Alburet made sure to apply Demonic Vitality on Tiny before he joined into the scrum. After the first one died, Alburet had to recast Demonic Vitality on Tiny as he had taken a beating from the two melee. Both gnolls that had been turned by Stacia were throwing bolts of black energy at the melee that was left until it died.

Once it went down Alburet had Stacia get the two gnolls to sit down. “Can you daze them when they’re like this?” Alburet asked.

Stacia shook her head, “Nay, any more than I could daze Gerald, when he be in our party.”

“Hmm, okay. So until the spell wears off they are under control, I wonder what they’ll recall when they come out from under the influence. Tiny, get ready to grab the Spiritualist first. Stacia, try to daze the other one when the timer runs out. We’ll focus down the one Tiny is on before we engage the other one. Hopefully it can be dazed, otherwise this might get painful.” Alburet got nods from the others and they gathered around the two gnolls as the time ticked away.

As soon as the ability wore off both gnolls let out mournful sounds. Alburet blasted the back of the Spiritualist, burning the plant life off it before Tiny grabbed it, pinning its arms. Meanwhile Stacia began her wordless song and the second gnoll fell silent as the daze took effect. “Got him, master,” Stacia told him as the others all began to bash the first target.

They made quick work of the two casters with the strategy they used. They had just finished when vines suddenly sprang up from the ground and locked them in place. Stacia began to sing again, stopping the Gnoll Wanderer from getting another spell off. Once they were free of the vines they cut the wanderer down quickly as well, then headed off towards the next camp.

“So now we know how the ability works. Sucks you can’t cancel it ahead of time,” Alburet fussed before he shrugged. “Oh well, those are the breaks I guess.”

They settled into a routine until the sun began to set. As the sun dipped below the horizon Alburet called a halt after they killed off another encampment. “Okay, we are done for the day. Tiny and Bob, so you know, I will be gone all day tomorrow so no hunting. The following day we might or might not go hunting. That will depend on what happens with the guild.”

“As you command master,” Tiny gave a salute before he vanished in a puff of smoke.

Bob looked up at Alburet, “Do you think I could get a hug from Stacia? I mean, I was useful and didn’t cause issue today so…”

Stacia grabbed him and squished him into her chest before her double tag teamed him. A joyful muffled squeal could be heard from the imp. A second later he vanished in a puff of smoke, followed quickly by Stacia’s double vanishing.

“Have fun did you?” Alburet asked with a raised brow.

“He just wants affection, master. He does nay grab or nip at anythin’ and it makes him happy. Do ya wish me to stop?” Stacia asked.

“Actually, it doesn’t bother me. Reminds me of a happy little dog that just wants to be petted,” Alburet chuckled. “Just don’t spoil him with it or he will only want more.”

“As ya say, master,” Stacia replied, shifting back to her human form. “Are we goin’ home for the night?”

“To the city, at least. I want to check in with Kim and Erin, then I was thinking we could go eat at the pasta place again. After all that we could sell off this junk, then head home.” Alburet pulled out his Homestone and waited for Stacia to do the same.

Stacia paused, “Can I sell the junk tomorrow instead?” She looked into his eyes as she asked, obviously wanting to spend more time with him before he had to go.

“Yes, Kitten, I’ll leave it for you to take care of. In fact, we can eat at the house as well, but we do need to check in with the guild.”

A bright smile was his answer, “As master wishes.”

They both used their Homestones, appearing before the archway to their home and guild hall. Stacia excused herself to go start dinner. Alburet gave her backside a firm swat giving her a wicked smile when she looked back. “I’ll try not to be long, Kitten.”

He saw the heat in her eyes before she hurried into the house. He took a breath then went into the guild hall. Erin and Kim sat at the desk going through papers. “Evening, ladies. How is everything?”

Kim looked up, “Busy. All the minor houses stopped by today. None needs a reply any time soon. I was going through them and marking out ones I think might be worth the time. Erin was helping me find ones that need to be looked at again.”

“Nothing of import at the moment?”

“No,” Kim replied with a smile. “I haven’t thanked you, though. Thank you for giving me a job worth doing. I hated it when the portal guild changed their rules. I no longer got to talk to people and what is the point of a receptionist that just sits there?” She gave a small cough, “So, thank you.”

“Glad it works as well for you as it does us,” Alburet replied with a grin. “I was so worried you would just laugh at my offer.”

“Just because me and Rolland used to be adventurers doesn’t mean we’re so well off as to not want more available coin,” Kim laughed. “I’m sure he’s happy that I won’t be bitching at him every night now, about the Portal guild.”

“Thank ya from me as well, sir,” Erin said earnestly. “Ya gave me this chance to have a life away from me family. To spread me wings and see iffin I can make it on me own. Ya even gave me a room and a place to make meals. It means so much to me, thank ya. I be thinkin’ Wilbur will be wantin’ to thank ya as well.”

“I’m glad to help you try something new, Erin. That reminds me, I should talk to Wilbur in a few days. I think I’m going to need a go between with the guards for a task I was given. If he’s amenable to helping, please let me know.”

“Aye,” Erin answered.

“Well then, I’ll leave you two to your work. Have a good night and I’ll see you in two days.” Alburet left them sorting through letters, heading for the other door.

He entered to find a single candle illuminating the front room. Stacia, in her demon form, stretched out naked on the sofa. He closed the door and locked it before he turned back to watch the sensuous beauty before him. He stripped off his gear and clothes before crossing to her. Their eyes met, each of them hungry for the other.

For two hours they made love to each other, sometimes sweet, other times rough. The debuffs for not eating and drinking for twelve hours finally forced them apart. Alburet dragged his bag over so they could nibble jerky while sipping tea to get rid of the debuffs. As they did, Stacia wrapped her legs around Alburet from behind while her wings half enfolded them both. “Thank ya, master,” she whispered in his ear. “I just wanted time to love you before you go tonight.”

“I understand, Kitten,” he replied, gently stroking her legs. “We should have a proper meal first, then we can go bathe, before finally getting to the bedroom.”

“As ya wish, master,” Stacia said, uncurling from him to stand. “Ya need to take all ya stuff from ya bag for me as well. I can nay access ya bag, much less with ya gone.”

Alburet nodded and began to pile all the loot they’d collected onto the small front room table. Once he was done he collected their clothes and gear, hauling them off to the bedroom. When he had everything squared away he went back to the front room where the sound of sizzling meat and the smell of pepper and steaks got his attention. Stacia stood before the stove in only an apron, her wings folded back as her tail swished from side to side as she cooked.

Alburet watched in fascination, still amazed that this gorgeous being was happy with him. True, she tried to kill him via sex daily, but even if she managed he would go out happy. A few minutes later she turned around with two plates, each holding a large steak. She nodded to the sofa, handing him both plates once he was seated then went back for the wine she’d poured for them. They nudged the loot enough to get the cups on the table as they set the plates in their laps to eat.

Alburet savored each bite, trying to quell his renewed worry that he wouldn’t be allowed to return. The pepper steak was delicious and he made sure to compliment her on the food as well as her attire. Once she’d cleaned the dishes the duo made it to the bathing room to shower and soak in the tub. Alburet washed her as she had once washed him weeks ago, taking his time to trace each line of her figure, teasing her as he washed her. Eventually they made it to the bedroom where they again fell to carnal desires for each other.

As the clock ticked towards midnight Alburet pulled Stacia tightly to him and nuzzled the back of her neck. “I will do everything in my power to come back for you, Kitten. Wait for me.”

“I will wait until the end of all worlds for ya, master. No other can fill me heart as ya have,” She pressed her body against his as she trembled in his arms.

As the clock hit twelve Alburet vanished from the room, his arms instantly gone from her body. Letting out a small cry of loss Stacia turned, grabbing his pillow and squeezing it to her body. “Hurry back, please,” were the words said into the silence of the dark room.

Alburet

Human Summoner

Level 20

Strength: 45 (40)

Agility: 45 (40)

Constitution: 30

Intelligence: 100 (70)

Wisdom: 145 (90)

Charisma: 75 (40)

Health: 1300

Mana: 2450

Spells:

Demon Skin-Rank 2

Demonic Retribution- Rank 2

Summon Least Imp

Fire Blast- Rank 2

Sap Strength- Rank 2

Demonic Haze- Rank 2

Summon Lesser Destroyer

Demonic Vitality- Rank 2

Fire Burst

Summon Lesser Succubus

Abilities:

Personal Spells

Flame Weapon

Copy

Infernal Upgrade: (Succubus- Ally)

Author’s Note

Welcome to the end of book 2, I hope you enjoyed the trip. We saw hints of things, that you may or may not have caught, that will factor into later books in the series. I was thrilled to see the reception book 1 had, thank you all who have stuck with me through this book.

Book 3 will take a slight detour away from Alburet/Seamus, at least for the first few chapters. It’s time to flesh out his main helpers a tiny bit more. You can expect to see the players behind Fluffball, Karen, Gerald and Marysue.

I hope you will join me for book three, which already has a title. Alpha World Book 3: Alpha Company. Writing on it has already started and should be progressing nicely by the time you read this bit of text.

After that though is the first book of a new series. Apocalypse Gates: Book 1 Rapture. Which starts out as a zombie apocalypse book, and features settlement building in the first book. The second book of that series will contain the bit about the gates which will start to add in much more dangerous things than mere zombies.

A big thank you to my editors and beta readers. Seriously, if not for you stalwarts I would be hammered so hard for my lack of proper grammar and the spelling errors. So, for the few who wanted their names tagged in; Zee, you the man. Well done, sir. Jay Taylor, thank you for your time. Scott, thank you for being a beta reader. And our latest addition to the squad, Matthew Murphy.

The cover art was done by a person going by Henryez on the site Fivr.com. He did the cover for Last Horizon: Live as well.

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