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“Thats it… That’s the last portal…”

The paladin sighed, though she didn’t look the least bit exhausted. It was the sound of exasperation… after so long they had finally done it.

The Hellstone Tainting had come to an end.

Four hundred and twenty nine portals sealed, three hundred and twelve lands purified, and fifteen thousand eight hundred and seventy one hell spawn slain, and finally the overworld was safe of its contamination.

“Almost feels much too good to be true, don’nit?”

Mirata, the group’s ranger broke the silence in her usual English accent. Having been so far around the world, she’d picked up a lot of speech patterns and phrases, but even with that extensive vocabulary she never could quite control the accent.

“Don’t say that, I don’t want to consider the idea there could be more of em.”

The paladin replied, taking a seat on a nearby rock to admire the night sky.

“It is a valid deduction for Mirata to make, after all our journey has been filled with no shortage of hiccups and detours.”

⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ comments, her dress a bit stained and dirty, yet somehow she retains her elegance even in such a state. Perhaps it was her posture, the attitude, for a poor girl she always managed to seem so… regal…

“You’re missin the point, spitfire. This has been so much of our lives, well… I spose so much of my life. But I’d like to think your longer lifespans wouldn’t make you any less receptive to the fact we’ve spent decades with each other now.”

The rogue of the party, ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️, replied. Throwing in the mage’s nickname.

“For once, whether real or not we finally have a break… we have the luxury of not worrying about the next breach, the next arch-demon, whether or not we’ll make it in time to a hellforge portal… Sayin things like too good to be true just takes that luxury.”

”Spitfire” huffs… but does not continue, she was never the best at rationale based on emotion and feeling, as expressive as she was despite this. It made for an entertaining dichotomy between the two. He always had something to help her see the world how she normally wouldn’t.

“Aye aye, don’t go gettin all sappy on us now lad, ye still got many a years left for ye now.”

The ranger breaks the somber with uplifting remarks, joining the paladin on the rock.

“The fact you still call me lad even though I am well into my sixties now is endearing.”

“‘Ell I am one hundred and forty three, so y’er still young to me, lad~”

The rogue, unlike the rest of them was a short life species. In his eighties, he would pass away. The only reason he could still operate in such a spry manor was due to a ring their fifth member gifted him before his disappearance. He would still pass away from old age when his time came, but otherwise he remained in his physical prime.

The party took a second to take in the fact their decades long quest had finally ended. They, as far as they knew, would go down in history as legends. Their names forever known. After their rest they returned to the tavern they all met in to celebrate and a had a drink. A toast to them, a toast to the end of a long journey, and a toast to their long missing friend.

The party, for a year or two longer committed to taking up other quests, but for heroes of their caliber… no such thing was all too difficult. After that they all went their separate ways. The ranger settled down in a town she grew fond of along their journey, serving as its protector. The paladin settled to complete a bestiary, to take down or salvage a trophy from every monster the world had to offer. The rogue settled down for his last fifteen years, he happily married the traveling merchant’s daughter who they ran into many a time over the years. His proposal was… unconventional, rather than giving her a ring, he cast aside his own into a lake, a romantic gesture that he would grow old with his beloved all the same. He passed at age eighty seven, and she passed one year later at age ninety.

Spitfire, however, did not have such a romantic conclusion. For those first fifteen years she dedicated her life to learning all the world’s spells. She was a sorcerer, so magic came naturally to her. However she swore to learn magic the way ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ did when he disappeared. Unfortunately, she did not deal with loss well…

The next time the party was altogether was at the rogue’s funeral, and it was the last time either had heard from or of spitfire. Nobody knew where she disappeared too, only that she did. And despite their best efforts to find her she was very deliberate in her evasion. Losing two of her closest friends turned her into a hermit, they supposed. Far away from civilization.

They never did find out what happened to the fifth member… only two members clearly remained.

Such was The Tale of The Forsworn Five.

Bastia: Continued

It was centuries later when fate finally befell upon the paladin. She got in over her head, cocky. In her hunt she took on Rachna whom, to describe her power as anything short of divine would be slander. Many in the past tried to take on the mother of spiders, and Bastia believed she would be different. She was not.

Bested in battle and bitten, it was a matter of minutes before Bastia fell victim to the toxins effects and gave herself up to the spider. It used her, defiled her, stripped her of the incantation that gave her power. The mighty paladin was reduced to breeding sow for the spider. Powerless, her mind waned, and after a few short decades her spirit broke. She was addicted to the woman, to being her slave. Wrapped up in her cocoon, she was ecstatic for the days her goddess would let her free from the silk, save for her bound wrists or occasionally tormented nipples, and fuck the paladin halfway to the ethereal plane. Over the centuries she was the spider’s captive, she bore many of its children. She loved being in such a role, though presumably because she had been dosed with so much venom now that all she could think about was how horny she was and how much she adored being Rachna’s slave.

After centuries, when Mirata returned to the outside world she heard of her comrade’s plight. In a daring rescue she tricked the mother of spiders, saving her friend from Rachna’s clutches (much to her complaints.) unfortunately, the venom still had its effect. She missed being Rachna’s breeding slave, and was now always mindlessly horny and needy for such degrading, objectifying treatment. The few bursts of clarity she gets are from prolonged strings of orgasms, an intense orgasm from such slave treatment, or when her sigil of protection is activated via incantation. She bears her same strength and skills, but acting to complete capacity will only happen when these conditions are met, or the venom is finally undone.