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07-22-2018, 06:40 PM
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07-23-2018, 08:59 AM
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Episode 17: The Eighth Circle
Nexii and Sirken approached the final gate. The sole arbiter was Rogean. "Another one? After all that happened last time?" The project manager asked. "..." "..." "I'm tired of being treated like I'm some pariah here. What is it you're so worried about? I'm just a cleric. Can't I just take a look inside?" Nexii broke the standoff. "No worries about you in the here and now. She doesn't know, though." Rogean said to Nexii and then Sirken in turn. His hand was on the seal as if undecided. "And does she have to?" Sirken quizzed back. "No, I suppose not as I said. But I will ask to see you in council soon." Rogean declared. He released the seal. "Sheesh. Why don't you just tell me?" Nexii asked of Sirken, as the two made their way inside and away from Rogean. "It'll take awhile. With that nap you took, there isn't really time. Tomorrow, I promise." Sirken said, brushing her long white hair back with his hand. This left her ear exposed, which she turned to allow him to kiss tenderly. The pair stood there, embraced, in the bleak Inner City. As if some bastion of defiance against the sinners. "Do I even want to know the next?" Nexii asked, timidly as she pulled back just enough to wrap her arms around his torso. "I mean, I kind of get the point now." Her green eyes seemed more radiant than ever, despite all the sins observed and the long journey it had been just to get to the center of Dis. "Oh, you do though, don't you?" Sirken grinned. He gave a kiss, then turned his own neck aside. She took the cue, kissing the vulnerable area. The kiss soon turned into a bite, her teeth locking in as tight as her arms were. Harder and harder she bit down until she got what she wanted: a groan of agony with an attempt to escape. In that moment she felt that he would be true to her, and despite the misgivings of the other GMs she felt it would sort out. And if it didn't, there would likely be other playthings to pursue. "I'm ready do to it. To see this place, that is." Nexii said, inadvertantly teasing again. "Very well. This way." Sirken led her into a large circular building in the center of the city. It was very dark inside. "I'll explain again. The sin of this place is known as Treachery. There's another common phrase for it that all players know of. To even utter its three letters is a sin if done in accusation." "RMT..." Nexii whispered, not forgetting her served 10 day banishment from the Neriak Library for past accusations. "Yes. This place is solely for those found guilty of real money transactions. The greatest treachery is the sale of ones achievements, and worse for many, ones entire being," Sirken gestured outward. Neon lighting reminiscent of home came on, illuminating the room just enough to see the horror of it all. There were dozens of black adamantite statues resembling black reavers. But this wasn't what was horrific about them. It was that each had sharp adamantite spikes welded straight through, causing those inside to bleed a sort of black blood. The blood dripped to the ground, filling a circular moat. In essence they were magical, inescapable iron maidens. She could see the blood was also flowing back up by some dark magic, keeping the souls within from bleeding out to death. Curiously, it was silent aside from the blood drips, leaving one to wonder if the pain was too great to even scream, or whether their tongues had been ripped out. "What sadist came up with...this?" Nexii glared at each statue in turn, with a mix of both awe and revulsion. Part of her wanted to heal these suffering souls, and yet, she knew they deserved it. Each statue was labelled. The majority seemed to be TMO, but she saw other famous RMTers. Platlord, Kluwen, Troop...Phatez? It was hard to read that last statue in the lighting. Finally she came to a more prominent statue, at the top of the circle. "Derubael, the fallen GM." Sirken said before she could. The disdain was clear, and surprisingly forceful. "Was it you?" Nexii said, feeling her body grow warm with arousal. It seemed Sirken was distracted this time, as no reply came. He glared at the statue, a small grin apparent. "I...heard about him. I couldn't imagine having someone else's soul inhabiting my body. To force it on others..." "I know. It made me sick too. I did what I had to do," Sirken finally answered. Nexii panted at the revelation. She wanted her counterpart so badly at that instant, groping him and stealing yet another kiss. But she remembered something. This was only the Eighth Circle. "There's one more! Show me..." Nexii began to search the room. The final Circle had to be close. "No, you can't go down there! It's not safe for us, let alone you." The priestess gave no reply. Her lust to see more torment and torture washed over any sense of danger. It didn't take her long to find it: a frozen rune on the back of Derubael which she placed her hand on. Her form dematerialized... | ||
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07-23-2018, 10:31 AM
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07-23-2018, 05:17 PM
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Episode 18: The Ninth Circle, Part I
Nexii rematerialized on the edge of a frozen lake far under the Temple of Treachery. The Cocytus, once a crystal clear river, had become cold and hardened from powerful GM magic. It was rumoured that the developers themselves had a hand in construction this place, a prison for the most wretched of souls. "Welcome little cleric...to true Hell..." a distant draconic voice rang in her mind. "It's...so...fucking...cold..." Nexii whispered to herself. She thought she knew cold from Velious. But this place was far worse than any she'd visited. Far colder. To breathe in the air it pained her elven lungs; she could only gasp in and out. She wanted to cry upon not seeing a zone out pad. Why hadn't she listened to Sirken? And why didn't he follow her? Perhaps he knew how extremely foolish she had been. "Just a stupid girl...fucking around and...hedonistic..." She staggered, and fell to her knees. Everything hurt and yet...she still felt the Hate in her despite being so far from home. Innoruuk's divine powers hadn't given up on her just yet. "No...I won't go down alone like this! I'll find the way out." She got herself back up with renewed determination. It was difficult to walk with the ground being sleek ice. This place was eerily silent aside from that telepathic voice. But she knew that they were out there. With trembling fingers she got out her Pegasus cloak to levitate above the slippery surface. "Surrender...as those here have. You know their crime. That which is worse than giving your soul to another?" The voice rang in her mind once more. She shook it off. She didn't want to think about anything but escaping...but yet...the message left her curious. She made her way around a massive stalagmite of ice, to see the first soul of the Ninth Circle. "Aftermath sucks. So many players yet so incompetent as a whole. Finally a Massive Heartwood Thorn and I can't..." Jumbasa looked up at her with frozen, soulless eyes. As if he knew her but was so consumed that he couldn't say her name. There was no warm shoulder massage as a greeting this time. He was fixated on pulling the immersed dagger out of the ice, but it was a futile quest. The Tunare dagger was stuck in deep and it wasn't going to come out any time soon. "What? Spent all your Retoxx bucks too soon?" Nexii said, coughing from the cold as soon as she'd taunted him. She knew it was bad karma to do so. There was a force, one beyond GMs and players that even she didn't comprehend. "I...I'm sorry. I can release you from this, if you wish." She raised her flail at his affirmative nod, but stopped short. "No...I just can't do it." With a defeated sigh, she continued on. "Perhaps I underestimated you. Is that pity for the Immersed I saw?" The voice derided her decision. "Fuck...off..." she cursed, using the Tier`Dal words which came more naturally. "I'll...what is that?" A icy evil eye was floating by. It was hovering and moving very slowly, as if it was focused on some performing some tasks. "Eye of Sedyt....scanning. Scanning Neriak Library. Scanning Cecily post #4209. Scanning Cecily post #4210. Updating Aftermath DKP. Scanning Nexii post #249... post #250. Anomaly...detected..." "Shit. He's gonna find something. Find me soon like Floppin. I need to just...look away. Never look directly...don't reply..." The frozen aura of the eye was mesmerising, but she had to resist. With a surge of adrenaline she dashed to an alcove at the side of the lake. Here there were two souls, half-frozen into the ice. One was a Half-elf, the other a Troll. "Hraasshna...will...pop...someday. The voice tells me so..." The Half-elf Nexii recognized as Detoxx. He was in a bad state, unaware that Nexii had even sauntered up next to him. It seemed he was fantasizing about having his very own Sceptres of Destruction, swinging each in turn with what little energy he could muster against the cold. Looking to the Troll, Nexii saw Uyan. "No...Ventani! My alt DPS monk will have that Shroud... AM is the most dominant guild... we'll crush them..." Uyan murmured. Nexii waved her hand in front of his eyes, but it had no effect. All he saw was that Shroud, in his monk's inventory slot. Nexii felt like telling both the war was long over. The war that she'd never partaken in, perhaps it hadn't meant to be by that greater force... "Yes, little cleric. Don't say you haven't ever felt that lure... the lure of best in slot pixels. Come my child, and gaze upon my true form." Nexii was snapped out of it by the voice. It seemed closer now, more intense. Or perhaps her resolve was weakening. She'd seen so many she knew succumb to their very own desires, to end up with infinite self-loathing and rage. It was the opposite of all she had been trained. She had been trained only to Hate others and never herself. "Fine...as you say." She whispered, continuing along the river. She could sense the direction now. And then she saw it - the entity which was the Avatar of Immersion. It was a three-headed undead Vulak`Aerr, chewing on the half-ice-immersed bodies of the three most tortured souls known to the server. The left head was chomping on Unicity, the effigy of autism. Not a single joke would be absorbed by this one. The right head, Floppin, the effigy of elitism. No action performed would be good enough for this one. And the center head chomped on Bellringer. The effigy of hypocrasy. No amount of mercy was lost on this one, as Tempest had so quickly gone back to their old ways of extortion and hard play. "Ugh...gross." She could see a pile of blood around where the three were being chewed. And yet...they were seemingly oblivious to the pain at the moment. "FTE...FTE...FTE..." The trio chanted in unison. "POP!" The voice echoed, even Nexii felt the desire to bolt just on hearing it, despite being way too uninterested to ever race before. But she wondered, how would they race when frozen in place? Her question was soon answered as they each stroked their cocks furiously. At first she thought it was some ritual to get back body warmth, but then it dawned on her. Only after Floppin, Bellringer, then Unicity came in turn did she figure it out. "First to Ejaculate. Cute." Nexii sputtered. The cum mixed in with the blood and guts, giving a rather grotesque scene. No doubt this sick race would be done in perpetuity, a hearkening back to the days before earthquakes. She looked up at the damned trio, seeing each smile. The thought that each enjoyed the race, the visions of DKP earned for responding, was more twisted than she could process. "No...enough...I give in..." She begged, falling down to her knees, whimpering in a pathetic way that she'd only ever made Sirken do. The cold lure of immersion had claimed her, she could see her eyes were just like theirs in the icy reflection of the lake. "It's...all...over..." | ||
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07-23-2018, 10:47 PM
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Episode 19: The Ninth Circle, Part II
"Here you will have perfect raid attendance...no longer 'merely' 80%..." The voice emanating from the three-headed Vulak`Aerr soothed her, mesmerised her, tantalized her into subservience. "Yes, sir..." Nexii stood upright robotically. It was as if she was unfazed by the cold or even the grotesque scene before her. "He never told you did he? Your true purpose. I sensed it all along. One without the malice to strike down others, yet such pure lust for sex and pixels. You'll be my perfect little fleshlight to use between FTE races." "Yes, anything for pixels, sir. Just give me your loot...the gloves, ring, mask, and bracer. Please, I'll do whatever you want of me..." Nexii stared blankly and approached the black dragon. She stripped down to nothing and then made her way onto the giant dragon's lap. "In time you will know what it's like to lose. To lust so desperately, and yet fail at the end. Dread it, run from it, my cock still arrives," Nexii was grabbed around the biceps by his sharp talons. Hoisted up into the air, and then slammed down pussy-first right onto his awaiting erect dragon cock. It should have been painful to her insides, given his rigid and scaly flesh, but all her senses save lust had dulled. Instead she bounced with the motions, pleading for bonus DKP for her efforts. But mere moments before she would be overfilled with dragon pixels, a golden-green flash brilliantly stunned all those present at the orgy. "Enough of this!" Sirken had finally arrived. "VULAK`AERR! VULAK`AERR! VULAK`AERR!" he boomed, firing three deathtouches at the evil version of the revered dragon. "Barely a scratch. You lose the girl again, Sircucken." The Avatar of Immersion replied. "Have you forgotten? I wasn't made by you guys in Kunark, I'm a Velious dragon." He laughed and laughed. His voice echoed off the icy walls and caves, in a very villainous way. "Looks like precisely one minute and 1.3 seconds has passed. You're going to have to concede for stalling." Another laugh boomed. He snapped his three maws at Sirken, but being frozen in the ice much like his victims, he couldn't get close enough to exact revenge. Nor was he in 'summoning' range. "Plan B. Antifa Cuckul`Obama!" Sirken summoned the eye of Sedyt to his feet to broadcast the rape to Pornhub. From here it quickly went viral throughout Norrath. The immediate outrage felt by lefty extremists and conservative cucks soon boiled in the air. The magical power of the combined Hatred of so many across the spectrum soon rivalled Innoruuk's power himself. "Huh...where am I?" Nexii's eyes flickered back to their natural emerald shade. The past moments felt like they'd been just a dream. Or more like a nightmare, as she blinked twice more. She then came to the realization that she'd been taken advantage of. "I'll...fucking kill you...!" She seethed, shivering now that she could feel the cold once more. She slammed her foot down, ballbusting and stunning the dragon before hopping off. "No...don't. Just come to me. There's no killing him." Sirken put his hand out. "Fine, I'll listen this time. But don't take me for some damsel in distress." Nexii popped her Divine Aura and made it to safety with Sirken. "Sorry I took so long. Only Rogean has gate potions that work here. There is no other escape." Sirken explained, handing her one swirling rainbow vial. "Aww. You're like the hero I deserve, but not the one I need right now. One who can take it like a bitch. A silent guardian for P99. A watchful protector." She said with a smirk. Of course she needed her dark knight, but she would never say it. She lunged forward and kissed the dark knight with a passion unseen before in this frozen hell. A pure desire for another, not for an object or selfish desire to simply get off. Her mouth opened, and her tongue intertwined with his. The lesson of the date had been learned - people over pixels. The ice began to crack. The Ninth Circle's magic was no match for the melding of their twin hateful auras. And as the ice melted, it freed the Avatar. The dragon rumbled and cursed, closing the distance in mere seconds. But neither one was about to be dragon food. The vials were smashed together with a synchronous "Cheers" just in time, evacuating the pair to safety. | ||
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