The Wonderful World of Mystara
A Manuscript about the Natural Magical World of Mystara
Chapter 7
A Moment of gentle Seduction in orgiastic frenzy
As penned down by Separim Longstrider
Darokin Province of Inlashar 1014 AC, 4th Yarthmont
After a night of gratifying
results…ahem…I awoke. The blankets just covered me, and my companion was
just preparing to don his last boot. My nails raked his still bare back, and he
turned around. Instantly I was shocked…he did not look like he did the night
before, the same features, but more gruff, dirty and …older…and his muscular
lower body had been replaced by a floppy belly. Even his voice was broken and
crooked, when he gently tried to ask if I desired bread and milk for breakfast.
That was one thing that did not change his personality, and demeanour. Yet
somehow I did not notice how simpleminded he actually was…a local farmer. How
could I…What did happen…what had happened. When he departed for getting
breakfast, in his friendly mood, I got dressed. I ventured outside, and noticed
that the village of Estobrun was a village as any other local in the region,
gone was the beauty, the radiance, gone was the aura of pleasantness. It was a
boring village like any other, and the people within were similar. We were the
exception, clean, reasonably young and attractive to some point we all were, to
the locals at least. I turned to my Book of Leaves and opened the Divination
chapter. Rapidly memorizing several divination spells, as due the sleep all my
spells had gone. (1)
“Sorry Milady” here’s bread and milk as
promised”. The voice of the man was still
gruff, but his intentions were gentile, …and I did sleep with him tonight. “Thank
you…sorry I do not know your name?” “Neither do I know yours Milady, even
though…we…eh…did …eh… spend the night together. I must apologize; this is not
my normal behaviour. I truly hope you are not offended, and I am willing to
undo any harm I can undo and help where ever I can, and…” Here I
stopped the poor fellow with his rapid apologies, with a simple shhh.” It
is not your fault”…and cast a spell of Detect Magic. My eyes blinked as
normal, and my vision revealed all magic in the familiar blueish glow, unless
covered. We both bore a cloud of dissipating magic, so magic of Thought it must
have been, maybe a charm spell of some kind. It was dissipating, thus had no
more effect, maybe it had some illusionary effect too, but that’s thought magic
too. I saw the glint of a simple protection ring on the man, but he further had
no ambient magic or any residue other than what we both had. We were both
victimized by this spell. “Wait a moment here,…please” I
gestured to the man while moving outside. It was a clouded day, not warm, not
cold, and actually normal to the season. I wandered a bit around, and saw faint
residue of the same cloudy aura on any person or animal in the area, and
evaporating traces in the air. Whatever this spell was, it was much stronger than
a simple Charm spell. It had affected the whole village, and turned all within
to an ecstatic orgy of wild sexual desire. Some people were bickering, not
content what they had done, some did the same wanting more. All bore the same
traces of magic….the spell could have ended only some time ago. As I moved
around I saw Straddle and Salechaam bearing the same aura. They seemed to be
content by what happened, seeing no apparent difference between the last night
and now, they happily greeted and send their happy companions away. Gaston did
not bear the residue…could he…Before I could finish my sentence in my thought,
he looked upon me. “Twuly,…?” frowning his thick brows. I did
not know if he reacted upon my thought or that I was looking through a divining
spell. “Stwange night tonight, stwange effects, don’t you agwee
Sepawim?”
“Yes, absolutely” I responded while still looking
around. The aura seemed to originate from the area where we entered the
village. “Do you have magic available?” I requested. “Yes,
I have not slept so all spells awe still within.” Together we moved
towards the gate, noticing our searching movement, Straddle and Salechaam
followed, bearing Row the dog with them. “Here the spell is cast, and
it did affect all within a hundred feet or so” I spoke out loud when I
noticed the residue spark of the spell. “I think the caster was about
5’high as the gesture spark is just at 3.5’.” Row suddenly started
barking. Salechaam instantly responded “Fetch”, and released the
loop which held him. The dog spurred forward, and attacked something on a small
hill, 50 yards or so away. Words were spoken and some shrieking, attempts at
spell casting, but the trained dog’s attacks were so rapid each spell was
disturbed. Within the ruckus a maiden appeared, stunningly beautiful, but now
bearing several scratch and bite marks. Row had toppled the girl and was
standing on all fours over the young girl, his jaws above the throat, saliva
dripping down from upturned lips. “Halt” was all needed by
Salechaam to stop the attack.
Gaston grabbed the girl by her arm; “Who
awe you and what magic did you cast?” Straddle increased the threat,
by yelling “Or we will not heal your wounds”. The girl bursted out in
tears, and was unable to respond. Gaston cast a decreased web spell to bind the
girl. (2) And we moved here to the centre of the village. Soon the
whole population was attending. Then together with Pernicus the Village
leader/elder we started to interrogate the girl, for it seemed that she was
either responsible for the effects of last night, or part of it. At first all
she could do was whine and snotter, until Salechaam brazed his voice to a
heavier tone, and ordered answers. Instantly she fell silent. Some men and
women found Salechaam a brute, gruff, and unfriendly, but it seemed that this
was a side effect of the ambient magic she carried, for as she stood up, to
view around, she fell, still bound by the web, into the mud. Instantly
everybody thought she was the one responsible.
“Who are you?” Straddle requested. “Melissa, my name is
Melissa Alkesander” was a soft, sad, response. “What magic did
you use upon us?” Gaston asked in a softer tone, like a father uses on
his faulty daughter, but this was rapidly followed by Salechaam ordering “And
speak the Truth, our mage has a detect lie active, and we will throw you in the
brig when you lie!!” Timidly she responded; “Actually several
spells…”. “Speak up, which spells!!” Salechaam thundered. “Several
Skank Spells….. But there was something wrong, I could not stop casting the spell,
even when I was out of my normal limit of spell capability”.
”SPELLLOCK” Gaston replied “You’ve been Telepowted
ow something?” “Yes, I was in the mansion of Senator Serpetius Asbestos trying
to make my earnings”. “You mean theft…” Straddle
responded “…for you were invisible.” “Ehh…yes” was
the soft reply. “So you’ve been caught red-handed” Salechaam
thundered with a smile as wide his beard could carry. “I suppose that happened
last night, somewhewe awound the time we awwiwed in this settlement?” “I am
really sorry, I am not an evil girl, I am just a…” “Seductress” Straddle
interrupted. Shamefully she looked up “Yes…I am a Seductress” (4)
“Where ya from” Pernicus the village Elder requested.
“I am from Armstead, a small town in Darokin, I was captured some years ago,
sold as a slave in Ylaruam, and the only way for me to escape this predicament
was to learn the craft of Seductress. A local lady Ishya helped me in this, and
that’s how I escaped and ended up in Thyatis. I am not a very powerful or
experienced caster, so the senator’s mage detected me casting Skank while
invisible in an attempt to get the guard distracted and I could escape”.
“Hmm nice idea, failed though miserably” Straddle reacted admiringly. “I
knew there’s something of a thief in you…” Salechaam instigated
agitation. “SILENCE!!”
Gaston ordered. “So you awe
belonging to the weakest mage class existing and you claim twying to escape a
theft attempt. You can pwove this if you show what you stole!!” “Empty her
Pockets” the dwarf ordered. Pernicus send the smith, a tall muscular
man, to search her coat, for pockets, not forgetting the belt, and boots. A
scroll with seal, and a small blue velvet spellbook, a slice of tack, some
silver pieces and a hoof of a mountain goat came forth.
Gaston investigated. “Is youw
Detect Magic spell still active Sepawim?…Then please take a look”. ”Only the scroll, hoof and the spell book have remnants of ambient magic upon it. The hoof sheds
Matter magic, while the book sheds minute traces of Thought magic.” Gaston
opened the scroll and broke the seal with a snap.
“Hmmm.” he pondered and with a simple scorch spell
burned the scroll. The girl cried “Noo!!!” “What you said is the truth
Melissa, but the scwoll is not the one you needed. You stole the wrong one.” “Noo,
no no…” was all she said. “Pewnicus”. “Yes master”. “Please
wash and dwess the giwl and then wetuwn hewe to me with hew…no violence and
some decency please, she is ouw guest…fow the time being”. “Yes Sir” and
with the smith and some women they went in the washhall where the women
normally do laundry. “Out, out“ the women pushed the men away, “Now
it’s our work. No need for eyes of desire and lust.”
The Discovery crew convened, investigating
the items. “What was on the scroll Gaston? Straddle requested.
“Nothing impowtant fow us to know. If the giwl wetuwns bwing hew to me. I
have to memowize my spells”, and went into the wagon. Straddle looked
upon the ashes…”Nothing to learn from those”. “Look at these spells”
I responded; “See these names? Yemelat's Orgiastic Frenzy, Seduction,
Charm Man, De Grass Pilfering Fingers. I’ve even never heard of these
spells. And they aren’t even written in mage script, so each mage could read them”.
Salechaam tore the booklet from my fingers…: “There are only scribbles
within, no letters or runes or such”. “Hmmm, apparently the ambient magic
reveals itself on specific conditions, either the Detect Magic, or the fact
that I can cast magic must be the key”
“Hi…” a
timid female voice broke my thoughts. “Here she is heroes. Clean as a
whistle” It was Pernicus with the girl, and several gleaning men
behind them. The girl was gorgeous, decently dressed, but this could not cover
her well developed figure. "I ordered the men to return to their daily duties while
we were to bring Melissa to Gaston" said Pernicus. Tapping on the wood of the wagon to call
Gaston, he soon came out. “Ah, you’ave hew weady” “Now Melissa, listen
cleawly. You can’t stay hewe in da wildewness. This be no place fow a city giwl
like you. I’ll cast a spell to bwing you to Cowunglain, ow at least neaw to it.
Thewe you can find youw way and fweedom”. “But the scwoll…”. “You do not need
it, you do not even need to know its contents”. So pwepawe, Hewe awe youw
items, say goodby, and entew youw fwee life…thewe”. Melissa stood up;”Thank you
for your kindness, all of you. I will not forget this”. “Neither will we” mumbled
many men, pinched in the side by their women. “Middle fingew taught, index fingew cwooked, waving the stweam of
an accolade, my mind set up, To Cowunglain you go” With these words
following the vibrant tunes of magic, were weaved, a circle of magic runes was
shortly visible around Melissa, and before the round was past the spell was
finished. With a silent plop, she disappeared instantly.
North
of Corunglain, Mellisa did appear near the farm Gaston so liked (see chapter1).
Indeed only a short distance from the city. “Thank you friends, truly thank
you. I will not forget this”. She opened here booklet and began
memorizing her spells. The first she cast was a Balance spell, using the hoof
as focus component. Then she made small steps over the rocks in the brook,
despite her 6 inch high heels, and walked into the city, free.
The next day we are awakened by Gaston. With a soft smile he shook us from our pleasant dreams, without a word he moved away from the rooms, chamber, haystack or wherever we were in that very moment. There was music on the background, the peculiar sound of a hurdy-gurdy. And as we half or fully dressed entered the Hamlet’s inner square, we indeed saw a bard with this strange instrument.
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| The hurdy-gurdy player by Georges De La Tour 631 AC (Real world 1631AC) |
A sort of Circus had arrived; several bards with weird instruments, a few female Hin and a large wagon pulled by a hairy elephant with a female hill giant guard.
A weird bunch, but somehow we trusted them, as did the villagers. Slowly we were pulled into the dancing crowd, and forgot our worries. How long we danced we never knew, but suddenly an extremely loud noise awoke us from our dreams. All of us were lying on the ground; some of the male villagers were clearly bruised by violence. And all the local females were bound and gagged huddled in leather bags. While we slowly recovered, still the music ringing in our ears we looked around.
Salechaam saw the bard-like human with the Hurdy-gurdy cast a spell, and a large hole opened in the air. Rapidly all went in, while trying to grab the bagged women in, but Gaston cast a ‘Wall of Stone’ in between. The giant cursed and tried to reach over the wall to grab the females laying their bound. My ‘Magic Missiles’ disturbed this. A loud whistle turned the giant around, while it just prepared to attack. The hairy elephant and its wagon had already entered the gate, and only the giant and the bard-like man remained. Gaston tried to cast a ‘Slow’ spell, but a well targeted missile from the gate disturbed the spell. When the man followed the giant, he made an insulting aggressive gesture, and entered the gate which immediately shut down.
While we recovered from the ‘Charm’ spell the circus had invoked over us, we freed the women. Prices were on the bags in which they were huddled up…Slavers!! The circus was a group of criminals bent to capture young women for their value as a slave.
I was puzzled at what had awakened us from the ‘Charm’, for otherwise they would have succeeded. Gaston smiled. “It was a good idea, to keep all ouw valuables in the wagon ow on it….and pwotect it with a special ‘Alawm’ spell combined with a ‘Contingency’ spell”.
The spell triggered to come into effect as soon as any other than us would touch the wagon, it made the noise of a hundred screaming children. But when a ‘Dispel Magic’ was cast over it, it would only dispel the ‘Contingency’, automatically triggering the Alarm. Either way we would be warned and awakened if sleeping.
"This was an attack of the Iwon Wing" Gaston said.
"They somehow must have followed the magical disturbed Teleport spell of the maiden" I responded.
"Yes, using a "Seek the Twavellew" spell....they must have a Glantwian Scholaw in theiw midst"
"Probably that damned Bard"
"That was not a Bard" Straddle spoke," It was all an effect of that magical Hurdy-gurdy"
"The next time I see a hurdy-gurdy, I shall push it in his gurdy-hurdy, so hard and deep he'll be pissin stars for a week" Salechaam bellowed while brandishing his axe.
"Calm Down, Fwiends, we must leave today, fow they might wetuwn fow us, and then hawm the
villagews”
And so we hastily left the hamlet of Estobrun
Epilogue (written by Straddle);
While
the Discovery left the hamlet of Estobrun. Gaston bore the reins. I was sitting next to him, and carfully asked. “Gaston? What was written on the scroll?”
“A wawning my
fwiend, a wawning to us all. The Iwon Wing is meddling again in the affaiws of
nowmal men.”
“The Iron Ring?So that is how you knew who the circusmen were”
“Yes, sowwy to say that, but as she’s telepowted
hewe, the castew following hew must have been seen us somehow, and the sole weason they attacked us today is…ouw voyage!!”
“Damn…” was all I could say. I looked
around, my eyes met Row the dog walking beside the Discovery. The wagon slowly
continued over the trail through the region of Magyar Orzag.
1). Important notice; Spells of magical or clerical origin
are stored in the mind of the caster until used. However; when the caster loses
consciousness or falls asleep, all spells are lost. This means
danger to any caster, because if he/she loses consciousness, he can’t bring any
spell out. This is the reason most experienced casters have, several scrolls,
rings, staffs or other items able to be used when no magic is memorized or
stored within the brain.
Spell storage (Int/Wis); High-level casters can however,
learn a specific skill which enables them to memorize one spell for each
intelligence bonus (Wisdom for Clerical classes) even while losing
consciousness. This skill can only be learned if the caster is able to cast 5th level
magic. The skill adds 10 minutes (1 Turn) to the memorization/praying time to
acquire the spells, and the caster chooses which spells will be stored. If the
spells are cast prematurely, or the caster is subjected to forget spells, Anti
Magic, severe brain damage or similar before the loss of consciousness appears,
they will NOT be available. The caster must roll his skill check to this
ability, and if successful the spells chosen will be available instantly when
the caster awakes from sleep or resumes consciousness as if still memorized. Nothing
changed to the spells. If not successful, the spells will be gone as normal. The
skill can be learned from any with this skill, and needs a free skill slot as
per skill rules from the D&D Rules Cyclopedia pages 81-86. The caster is
unaware if his skill use is successful or not until he/she awakes. The first
time the skill is learned it has a value of 8+1d4, but never more than the
current intelligence (or wisdom if clerical) of the caster. This can be
increased by learning from another teacher later, but is never higher than the
value of that teacher. Casters able to use clerical AND magical spells must
choose before which type of spells, and the skill will be based on that type
alone.
2). A caster is always able to reduce the
effects of any spell he or she is casting, on a successful ability
check (Mages; intelligence, Clerics; Wisdom). As some spells have random
effects, the reduction will be counted from there. Mostly a caster decreases
distance, area of effect, or the final effect. However, the whole spell is
used, however small the effect is. This ability does not affect the spell in
any other way and normal saving throws do apply. A web spell for example does
normally cover an area of 10 feet, with this reduction, it could be used to
bind a person.
3). Spelllock. This
severe handicap occurs on a magic user of any class which is severely disturbed
in casting a spell. The handicap causes the same spell to be cast continuously,
thereby draining the caster of all available magic, including items. Artifacts
will be nullified for a week at most, but each spell cast drains that amount of
spell levels, charges or HD from the items until there is no more magic. Continuous (example; Bless, Invisibility).or temporary effects (like Healing) are exempted If the caster
happens to be in an area with magic nearby, the handicap will continue until
that magic is empty/suppressed too. This includes all magic items within 10
feet.
This
severe condition only happens to those casters who are subjected to a
transportation spell of any sort or a severe disturbance while casting the spell that is repeated by
the effect, and failing an intelligence check(penalized by the damage receuved from the disturbance itself). The caster will still be
transported, but then the handicap will be released. Non magic users and
clerics of any kind will not be affected, but could be affected by the magic
drain caused by a caster suffering this handicap.
Warning; this is
adult material. Do not use this class in a way children learn wrong things. Even
if though this is a game, women, even those of the craft, earn our respect, for
if it were not for them, many more women would be victimized by the lust of
others.
The class
is meant to fill in the niche of womanizer or desirable woman like as presented
in many movies. Not to incite indecent behaviour. Cases of sex are therefore
best NOT detailed, just mentioned, nothing more. This way some eroticism can
enter the game and keep it respectfully to all.
We are
all adults; let’s behave like adults, with fun and respect
A very nice miniature can be
found here; Seductress Seek The Traveller is a spell explained in Glantri Kingdom of Magic Boxed set, main book page 92
Earlier chapters;
Interlude;
Geomorphological History of the Broken Lands 1
Following Chapters;
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