Meanwhile in the dungeon level of the fortress, ‘Cyril’ and ‘Melon Flower’ were being escorted by a small group of four goblins. The fairy was carried in a gilded iron bird cage held by one of the goblins while Cyril was in chains guided by the remaining three. He winced a little, grasping his chest, and looked back at Melon Flower. She mouthed back to him something about just a little longer. The Goblins didn’t pay much attention to the pair apart from looking for an unoccupied room. They finally found an empty cell and the leader of the group fumbled through his key ring to find the proper key. He inserted the key and opened the wooden door.
“Alright, into the room, human boy,” The Goblin said.
“Sorry, but I don’t think I’ll be staying with you fellas,” He retorted.
Before the goblin to could argue, ‘Melon Flower’ placed her hand to the cage.
“Fire Bomb!” She said as a small explosion came from her hand, the cage blew apart, she flew out, and aimed her hands at two of the goblin captors. A bolt of blue lightning fired from her hand blasted the two back. The other two goblins looked worried.
“I thought we didn’t have to worry about the fairy,” The prison guard said.
“We shouldn’t! That cage was made of cold iron, guaranteed to weaken the fair folk!” Another goblin said.
“That might have worked...if I were really a fairy,” Melon Flower said before her body started to glow.
The goblins stepped back in surprise as not only her but Cyril as well started to glow. Their bodies began to change. Cyril seemed to reduce in height while his hair grew lengthened and lightened from a short dark brown crop to a long brilliant blonde mane. His ears stretching and elongating into pointed elvish ears. His skin color became a pale peachy tone and his eyelashes extended. Though concealed by the cloak, his body shifted from masculine and toned to slender, feminine and curvaceous. His clothes changed as well from practical short sleeved shirt and pants to a skirt and revealing top with sleeves. With the slender arms and hands, ‘he’ slid the chains of his wrists.
In contrast, Melon Flower’s body grew to an average human female height. Her dirty blonde hair shifted to a bob of bright orange-red hair while her skin tone changed from a slightly tanned skin to a soft peach color. Her fae features reduces as her wings seemed to vanish and her pointed ears changed to average, rounded human ears. Her body became a little thicker in some areas such as her waist and legs though these were overshadowed by the fact that her breasts grew to a tremendous size nearly covering her entire torso. Her skimpy clothing changed to a more modest long sleeved yet low necklined blouse with an ankle length skirt.
When everything had completed, Mikhaela and Uahna stood before the goblins instead of Cyril and Melon Flower. While being a little distracted by the somewhat sexy transformation of the two women, the Goblin guards responded as they should have.
“It’s the big breasted witch and the elvish slut cleric,” The Goblin captain said, “Get ‘em!”
“Slut?!?” Uahna said insulted.
She aimed her hands towards two of the charging goblins and blasted them with an orb of light. It knocked them back into a wall. Mikhaela sent a fire ball at the third charging goblin. He clutched his face in pain from the burn while Mikhaela delivered a orange blast of energy towards him to knock him to the ground. While she did this, Mikhaela noticed the goblin captain speaking to a medallion.
“This Captain Sprog, down in the dungeon! We have escaped prisoners! We were tricked! I need back up! Back up-augh!” He was cut off when he was hit by a concussive blast by Mikhaela to the back of the head.
“Ok, I think we’re good-,” Mikhaela stated when she turned to see Uahna come up behind her and kick Captain Sprog in the balls. The Goblin Captain groaned grabbing his crotch in pain before Uahna punched him in the face, knocking him out once more.
“That’s for the slut comment, you grubby goblin. The nerve,” She said, “He’s one to talk when his mistress is bedding one of their prisoners. You know, you could have stopped him before he made the call.”
“I could’ve but we’re the distraction remember? We needed to draw them to the dungeon while Cyril and the others can get the fairy’s phylactery,” Mikhaela reminded her companion.
“I suppose you’re right,” Uahna agreed, “I hope they’ll be ok.”
“I hope so, too,” Mikhaela said feeling concerned for her student and other companions.
Uahna’s ears twitched as she heard something not far off from them like a rumbling of thunder coming down corridors towards them.
“Some guards are coming,” she warned.
“Get ready,” Mikhaela advised, her hands beginning to collect energy for an attack while Uahna prepared herself with her hands and braces glowing with a pale whitish-yellow energy. The two stood prepared as another group began to enter the dungeon and attack.
While the two sorceresses fought goblin soldiers, Cyril’s group was now finally on the second floor. They had managed to slip past several guards on their way up without raising alarms of their presence. Arriving on the second floor, they ducked into a small area when a group soldiers headed down the flight of stairs. Cyril smiled.
“Looks like Mikhaela and Uahna made their move,” He said, “Melon Flower, take us to the vault and let’s get out of here.”
The fae thief nodded and flew ahead of the two with the wizard and elf following behind. They came to a door with two guards in front of it. The goblins noticed the fairy fly past them just as Cyril and Levine knocked them out, Levine stabbing one guard before knocking him on the back of the head with the hilt of one of her short swords while Cyril threw a concussive wave of air at the other guard knocking him threw the door to the vault.
“Better than a key,” He remarked as the trio entered the vault.
The treasury was a large stone room with two doorways on the right and left sides of the room leading to smaller areas. The main room was lit with torches, filled with several large wooden chests, walls decorated with several weapons along with a large pile of gold coins sitting in front of them near the back wall. Even with their strong moral compasses, Cyril and Levine were amazed by the pile of coins for a second and contemplated grabbing at least a handful before focusing back on their mission.
“Ok, so where should we look for the phylactery?” Cyril asked.
“Over here,” Melon Flower directed them to a large shelf with numerous trinkets and ornaments.Levine gazed at the shelf, discovered her other knife and collecting it from the shelf. Cyril gazed at the remaining artifacts and felt the massive collective of magical energy emitting from the shelf. It was obvious that this had to be where Ravutha kept either trophies from powerful magic users she’d defeated or phylacteries she’d collected. The energy was almost overpowering with his sensitivity. He grimaced a little and Levine picked up on his expression.
“Are you ok?” She asked.
“I’m fine. Melon Flower, come over here,” Cyril requested.
“What’s up?” The fairy said flying back to her companions.
“I need to take a look at your aura to get a good bead on your specific energy. That way I can distinguish which one of these is your phylactery,” Cyril explained.
“That won’t be necessary,” Said a masculine voice entering the room.
Entering from the left was Lazurai carrying something in his hand. Cyril grabbed his staff and Levine grasped her swords. Melon Flower on the other hand became rather nervous and scared, fluttering backwards towards Cyril and away from Lazurai.
“I believe you’re looking for this,” Lazurai said, revealing a simple golden bracelet in his left hand.
“My anklet,” Melon Flower quietly said.
“That’s your phylactery?” Cyril asked.
“Yes, it is,” Lazurai said, raising his right hand over the anklet, “Allow me to show you.”
Arcs of electricity shot from his hand towards the anklet. In response, Melon Flower appeared to receive a similar shock as she cringed and fell.
“Aaaaah!” She cried.
“Melon Flower!” Cyril said catching her before she hit the ground.
“Little Melon Flower. You should have known better than attempt to cross Mistress Ravutha,” Lazurai said, “Especially trying to trick her and myself.”
“I-i just want to be free,” She said weakly.
“You will gain your freedom when you’ve earned it properly,” He said sending another arc towards the anklet and shocking Melon Flower again.
Cyril turned towards the dark elf.
“Stop it! Who are you?”
“He’s Aradan Kalna,” Levine said angrily, “He was an advisor to some of the Noble Houses of Aguila and he was the one who tried to get us tried as pleasure goddess worshippers.”
“You’re much more educated and knowledgable than I expected, Levine Autaslaph,” Lazurai said, “ Especially someone of your standing and of course your heritage.”
Cyril looked a little curiously about the heritage comment. Levine on the other hand, was severely angered by his comment and charged him with her swords. She swung and stabbed with her blades swiftly trying to land a hit on the dark elf but he seemed to dodge and side step her attacks like a veteran warrior who avoided the attacks of a child during a training match. She slashed and swiped until she managed to graze his cheek. Lazurai seemed a little surprised jumping back, checked his cheek, and smirked.
“Quite skilled. Lord Anaqua was wise when he chose you to become the bodyguard and retainer of his only daughter,” Lazurai complimented.
“Interesting words...coming from a traitor to your race,” Levine said swinging her sword towards his face.
Unfortunately, Lazurai managed to catch the blade and hold it as if he was holding back a stick. He looked at Levine with a heated glare before blasting her away with a dark energy ball. Levine fell to the ground holding her wounded side. Cyril ran to the side of his wounded friend while Lazurai spoke.
“You dare speak to me about treachery when I was betrayed by the gods themselves?”
As he spoke, he manifested a ball of red and black fire in his left hand.
“Burn in my inferno!”
He tossed the ball towards the intruders. Reacting to the attack, Cyril grabbed his staff and conjured a shield spell, forming a small transparent, iridescent, domed wall around himself and his companions. The fireball collided with the shield and exploded into small flames which fell around the shield. Lazurai smirked.
“Ah, Cyril of Greenfield. I’d almost forgotten you were here,” he said.
“I don’t leave my friends especially after I’ve made a promise to them,” the young sorcerer replied.
Lazurai continued to smirk.
“You know, we’re not so different you and I,” Lazurai said.
“Is that so? We seem very different from my viewpoint,” Cyril replied.
“Well perhaps race and alignment wise but our stories are strangely similar from what I hear,” Lazurai asserted, “We both left our respective homes in search of knowledge and power and found a teacher who we have a very intimate relationship.”
Cyril blushed a little at the comment, presumably referring to his and Mikhaela’s sex life.
“Though the elven bodyguard believes me a traitor to my birth race, I was betrayed by them or at least by one of our primary gods,” Lazurai stated.
“What do you mean?” Cyril asked.
“I was born into a family of light mages and clerics. Yet I the youngest and only son was unable to tap into the power of the god Lumos. I was spent my life trying to find ways of using Light magic,” Lazurai explained, “However, it was not until I left Aguila and met Mistress Ravutha did I discover my true calling; Dark Magic. Thus I gave myself over to the Dark God Gorathone, and was reborn Lazurai Dracnok!”
Cyril looked a little bored by his tale, “Are you finished?”
Lazurai responded with a glare towards the human caster.
“I don’t care about your backstory. We came here to free Melon Flower,” He said, “Now give me the phylactery!”
Melon Flower started to raise from her ache to hear the conversation.
“Why would you attempt to free someone you’ve only just met, not to mention that she attempted to steal from you and your companions?” Lazurai asked.
“Because I was shown kindness by my masters and I wish to offer that kindness to others,” Cyril explained.
Melon Flower felt touched by these words.
“Very well. Then, I shall enjoy destroying you,” Lazurai said conjuring another couple of fire balls and launching them at the sorcerer.
Cyril maintained his shield against this new bout of flame projectiles before he threw a few lightning bolts towards Lazurai. The Dark Elf managed to dodge the bolts, though they left singe marks on the wall behind him. Lazurai returned to sending more fire balls back at Cyril who formed a shield once again. As he used his shield, Cyril took note of Lazurai’s tactics and came to a decision on tactics of his own. After the last fireball dispersed, Cyril quickly called forth a large barrage of fire balls over his head which he directed towards Lazurai. The Dark Elf weaved and dodged most of them, and smirked triumphantly.
“Well, looks like you couldn’t touch me-,” Lazurai’s boast was squelched when he found himself face to face with another larger fireball that Cyril had conjured while he was dodging the barrage.
With no time to dodge, Lazurai was hit, engulfed by the flame, and fell back next to the pile of cash. Melon Flower and Levine starting to feel better, were astonished by the skillful and clever play of their comrade. Melon Flower flew over to Cyril.
“Wow, that was great. Way to send him packing!” Melon Flower said.
“Indeed, not bad,” Levine added.
“It’s not over,” Cyril said.
“Huh, Oh right my anklet,” Melon Flower said, “Don’t worry about it. That’s enchanted with Fairy Magic, it won’t melt so easily and the phylactery spell only works when it’s directed by someone who cast it.”
“No, that’s not it. Look,” Cyril pointed towards the flames.
Melon Flower and Levine turned their attention to the flame where they could see Lazurai’s silhouette and the silhouette simply seemed to become more defined as the fire died down. Finally when the flames dissipated, they were surprised to Lazurai showing little to almost no signs of physical damage. The only signs of fire damage where in fact that his shirt was burned off and his pants were transformed into shorts with a singed hem on the legs. However that was not the only thing that was different about him. His smooth dark blue-purple skin had taken the form of scales and his hands and feet looked like reptilian claws. The upper corners of his forehead and the tip of his chin bore strange horns.
“What in the name of Lumos?” Levine asked astonished.
Lazurai softly chuckled, “Rather interesting manuever, Cyril. I’m curious though of how you knew I wasn’t fried.”
“Your movements and tactics. Your agility seemed above average even for an elf and your use of fire balls seemed a little too consistent,” Cyril said, “You would assume someone who studied under a dark sorceress would know more than just a fire ball spell. You’re quite a skilled infernal spell caster.”
“Hehehe,” Lazurai chuckled, “That’s where you’re wrong. It’s not demon magic, It’s dragon magic.”
Cyril, Melon Flower, and Levine looked surprised.
“How? Dragon Magic can only taught by Great Dragons or their apprentices,” Cyril said, “Is Ravutha a...a dragon?”
“No and neither was she an apprentice to one. She is simply a...collector of special items. Among them is the Draconos Grimoirous, an spell book containing spells of dragon magic. And also this,” Lazurai held the amulet that hung from his neck, “The Eye of the Wyrm, this amulet has the crystallized eye of a dragon, enhancing my dragon magic as if I’ve been taught by those ancient reptiles. Allow me to demonstrate.”
Lazurai open his mouth which started to glow. Cluing in on what he was doing, Cyril grabbed his staff and commanded his companions, “Get behind me now!”
He threw up a shield spell in the knick of time as Lazurai breathed a massive flame from his mouth. Cyril and the others started to sweat as even the shield Cyril erected couldn’t help them from feeling the heat of the dragon sorcerer’s flame. Lazurai ceased his stream of flame allowing Cyril to drop his shield just long enough to lunge at him. Cyril blocked the attack with his staff and went for his sword, trying to stab Lazurai. Unfortunately the sword barely scratched his scales. Lazurai swung his arm but Cyril jumped back, receiving only four claw marks across his shirt. While Cyril did his best to dodge and block Lazurai’s attacks, Levine could tell how the battle was going. She grabbed the scrying ring she’d received from Mikhaela earlier, rubbed the gem adorning it, and spoke to it.
“Miss Mikhaela. Miss Mikhaela,are you there?” Levine spoke.
After a long moment, the ring’s stone blinked and Mikhaela responded, “I’m here, Levine. How are things going on your guys’ end?”
“They could be better. We’ve run into some problems,” Levine replied and began to relay their situation to Mikhaela.
Back down in the dungeons of Castle Ifiren, Mikhaela and Uahna were fighting off hordes of Ravutha’s Goblins with different offensive and defensive spells. Uahna sent forth several spheres of light that blinded the guards or sent them flying backwards while projecting an energy shield that surrounded the pair. Mikhaela cast a variety of different spells from lightning bolts that electrocuted a few enemies at once or a energy blast that severely scarred the guards when struck by it. Unfortunately, Mikhaela’s attacks had slightly reduced while she spoke with Levine over the scrying ring.
“What?! Lazurai is using Dragon Magic?!?” Mikhaela replied surprised.
“Yes, Cyril is combatting him right now,” Levine replied, “I shall aid him in the fight but I’m not sure how we can last again a dragon augmented Neo-Dark Elf.”
“We’ll speed up things with the plan,” Mikhaela stated, “We’ll finish up down here and get Anthony. Where are you guys?”
“We’re on the second floor in the west wing of the castle,” Levine said.
“Understood. We’ll get there as soon as we can,” Mikhaela stated, “You guys just hang in there.”
Saying this, she cut her communication connection with Levine and through the use of a tracking spell on the rings, Mikhaela’s ring began slowly flashing blue.
“Ok, we can find Prince Anthony and get to the others now,” Mikhaela said, “And I’ve got a way of getting rid of some of these guards. Do you know the Starlight Ram spell?”
“Yes,” Uahna answered.
“Then cast it, sending these guys towards the stairs,” Mikhaela suggested.
Uahna nodded, lowered her shield spell, and placed her hands to her necklace. As the guards began to charge, Uahna softly spoke an incantation causing a bright light of energy to form into the shape of a large, glowing big horned ram the size of the corridor. Startled, the goblin guards found themselves being charged at by the glowing ram and being pushed back into their compatriots. At the same time, Mikhaela’s hands glowed a faint purple and she formed a large portal behind the guards. Uahna’s ram pushed the guards into the portal and dispersed when all of the goblin forces went through at which point Mikhaela also closed the portal.
“Nice work,” Mikhaela said high fiving Uahna.
“Where did you send them?” Uahna asked.
“Oh about two or three miles away from the castle in the forest surrounding it,” Mikhaela said, “We won’t have to worry about them. Come on, let’s go get Anthony from Ravutha. My ring will guide us.”
Saying this the two women ran up the stairs and followed the blinking light of the voluptuous sorceress’s ring.
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