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Party of Five: Chapter Fifteen

It was getting light; the fire had long ago died down to embers, now only the wind was whipping through to make the edges of the coals glow a little every now and then. Desmond woke up first and lifted his head up and watched it for a little while before deciding to get up. In where they were he could look around at the trees that were surrounding them on the sides of the winding road. There were poplars and other deciduous trees, closest though, was a pyramidal shaped tree with tomato sized reddish-brown peach colored fruit hanging in clumps on it.

The tree was bright green in color; and had oval-like long thin leaves with a buttery appearance to them, instead of the see through characteristic a maple or a willow leaf had, more like an oak leaf, but without visible veins. Of the fruit, there were about five or six large ovals per clump. Desmond could smell a scent of cinnamon and apple with a faint pear smell coming from the fruit. The tree was not very large in comparison to the other trees behind and around it, mostly it was covered in many leaves hiding most of the branches. It shaded over a small animal on the ground.

The thing was small, appeared to be asleep, but was strangely misshapen, the beak looked twisted as if it had some horrible disease, the feathers grew at odd angles and one wing looked as if it were on upside down, it made Desmond a little nauseous simply looking at its grey and putrid yellow brown feathers. Desmond flipped his head to get the tuft of his longish girls hair out of his eyes, he noticed his horn was coming back, a little convex lump in the middle of his forehead, in was not pointed yet, still too short for that. His race did not really have a horn, it was just a strange kind of bristly hair growth, the hairs would grow so tightly packed they might as well actually be horn growth, but they were flexible to a degree when they first grew out, in time they would stiffen to a point and glue to each other making a pointed horn structure, but that was either a mentor Save or at least a year away if he just let it grow on its own.

He turned away disgusting little lump of animal under the strange fruit tree.

Next to the brown-peach colored fruit tree was a peach tree. Semi-ripe and delicious looking peaches were bending down the gnarly branches, one branch held a bat winged snake about 5 or six feet long slept coiled around one of the branches, all the fruit was rip or still a little green. Most snakes didn't have any appendages, and none had wings that he knew oh, it was sinister looking as well it had little lightening graphic-like thunderbolts down it's body, these glittered in the sunlight showing them to be jagged scales.

Opposite Desmond farther to his right was a rose bush, it lacked thorns as far as he could tell, it wafted a strong rose scent, overall it was a light green Rose bush, all but for the flowers, these were white. Next to this was a small bush with a light fog emanating from it, another bird was asleep beneath this one a huge one, from the looks it kind of looked like a turkey he remembered were on some farms back in Torsa, but this one was much larger with mottled brown with white spotted feathers.

His scan eyed a white wolf creature looking around, Desmond froze, he was looking directly into one of a pack of wolves, but this was either lost or as a pup was lost maybe, still a wolf was dangerous, but this too seemed odd, the wolf didn't walk like a canine. It moved very quietly an stealthily like a cat, yet it looked exactly like a wolf, but did not move like one at all the animal then looked away from Desmond, to his relief, turned and sprang back into thicker places of the trees and bushes of the woods.

Desmond looked around the small camp they had, Drevvien was cuddled around Gerald not only because he was smaller than everyone else, but because the Cavix was his love and his fur kept Drevvien warm. The two Sitrans showed they preferred warmth to coolness by cuddling warmer bodies to them, but also showed they needed sex nearly all the time.

Desmond smiled, Seng was in between of both Seng and Dammon, even though his size was only a fraction less than either the Ressant or the Sitran, still he was a smaller than both of them, but not by much compared to Seng. Dammon's bulk was a pretty good size due to his race's physiology; he was bigger than everybody, especially in girth.

An amusing memory came back to Desmond about Seng and Dammon. He was being made love to after being left out most of the time by the two Sitrans because each of them focused on either Dammon or Gerald, except for two nights ago. Both of them were completely surprised when Desmond's cock head changed shape while Seng was pushing Desmond's semi-erect penis into his own throat, nearly copying what Drevvien was doing with Gerald. This was more than odd, most Sitrans would never do that, they were always the top and made their bottoms do all the work if possible.

Dammon was being the rare dominant top and was extending his thick Ressant cock into Desmond's anal passage amid many shivers and moans of delight, Desmond remembered that, enjoying the moment as he thought back on it. He had been the center of attention then which was like it was when he was with his old boyfriend Pansy.

Now it seemed a long time ago, that little Drex was insatiable and would make him the focus of enjoyment between the both of them, though in reality only a couple of months. Desmond remembered many times they had a routine, Pansy would fish out Desmond's cock and stroke it to an erection then fail at being able to get it into his throat but really try to, then he would lick all over it and Desmond's balls too, his low hangers, giving Desmond a relaxed time to just sit back and get his package serviced by the hot wet intricate and flexible tongue of Pansy.

“Pansy could always make me cum so fast", Desmond said in a whisper so as not to wake anyone else, “So that he had to wait a little while with that cute look on his face and devious little Drexian smirk, until my equipment was ready again for more excitement".

“ Then he'd lick on me and for a few seconds before my flare made it too big to swallow my soft cock into his throat a quick few times, before he had to stop, because he'd get the flare to expand" Desmond though back on his times with Pansy. “Then he'd spin around and fit me into his anal flower and push down on me before he would get me to help by stroking my long fucker deep into his ready and waiting hot ass".

_ “He was so willing to get me off then get me to rise up again and just to get his butt reamed out. Then he didn't want to stop even though the both of us had cum, he wanted me to keep myself in there and fuck some more, until his balls hurt from cumming so much, he really was insatiable!"_

Seng had noticeably gasped when Desmond's cock flared and got a lot bigger than he'd expected it to. So much so that Seng had to stop and remove Desmond's long thickening cock from his own throat or gag on it and go unconscious. This was of course all happening while Drevvien and Gerald where having their time together in the icy wind on the hill above the rest of the evil Posse'.

Now though and all day yesterday from the time a little after the first sun rose into the sky until well after sundown when the red Giant also finally set, and after they had been made to run a ridiculous marathon while the Sheriff, Vroroder and a huge bearded guy with the golden engraved heavy plate and snow owls wings on his back and a few others argued with him, Jake and Geoffrey as to the reason for it. Both of the latter two were adamant and wanted the group to be tied up with their arms in ;painful bindings as well, plus have to run with extra weight, maybe some to heavy stuff their horses had on them. The sheriff stared in disbelief to the cruelty both Jake and Geoffrey wanted to inflict on the suspects, eventually only doing with his first decision. The group of Drevvien, Seng, Dammon, Desmond and Gerald were only suspects after all and not been convicted of anything, except in the minds of the Sheriff and those who had some sadistic glee in inflicting pain and torture. Desmond thought the only possible reason; Jake and Geoffrey were both Crimson Dagger Order members, evil tended to have allies.

Late in the night yesterday with dusk fading away fast into the pitch black of night, anywhere on the world, when the temperature would drop to near or actual freezing, Jake decided to harass the group of suspects with homophobic harassment comments. Vroroder had come to help the group stay warm with a fire, since he no longer agreed with the Sheriff's assessment based upon bias and Sheriff's unwillingness to pursue someone else, that wasn't as easy to control. Someone else was meaning the real gang responsible for robbing the bank of their town, the ones with all those different weapons.

Desmond remembered they were only 'suspects' and were found on the beach where the trail of the bank robbers led the Posse' to, but their escape pod was still wet and had seaweed caught on it as well as many dents caused by some unknown undersea monster that had toyed with their pod and cast them onto the beach.

The story Gerald had explained to the Sheriff left out that part about the sea monsters or the fact that they used a garbage pod to escape the ship the Sitrans had imprisoned them on and the renegade Sitrans had left.

Anyway Gerald seemed to have made a friend with Vroroder, Desmond detected a strangeness about him though something he couldn't quite place, but now that the sun had come up again, and the Posse' was stirring to get breakfast and break camp forcing him and his friends on another dogged run toward their far away town on the outskirts of the city of Ulster. Desmond extricated himself from the snoring Dammon and Seng who had laid their coats over him to keep warm in the cold and exposed wind last night. Stepping over Dammon was out of the question, he was just too wide to do so. Desmond instead carefully stretched his hoof over Seng to get out and hopped a little on that leg after getting over him to maintain his balance after getting out from between them. Stepping over Gerald was easier; most of him was covered by Drevvien who had taken a protective presence over Gerald.

Desmond walked a little ways over to where Vroroder had left last night. He stretched his arms up then out, and stretched his legs then arched his spine leaning back to get some of the kinks from sleeping on the cold hard ground, and exhausted after running the marathon. Then he squatted down to look at the tracks he couldn't discern Vroroder's from Jake's tracks. He looked towards the Posse' moving slowly like molasses around in their camp not too far away, then again he looked at the footprints since something didn't seem quite right about a Human nearly seven and a half feet tall, his voice was not deep like and older person, and he didn't act like a Human, since most of them dislike Sitrans, Cavix, Ahnk and Ressants all the time, looking down on the more furred or 'horse-coated' races, they had a natural dislike of reptilian finely scaled Sitrans too, most other people feared them, but Vroroder was nice and thoughtful, he even revealed secrets to the whole group, he was completely unlike the normal racist Human like races.

But never once opened his coat much except to bare his pistols, though once he put them away and had made a fire he was quick to cover up the rest of his features, never once lifting off his face armor of even showing what color his skin was either. Desmond thought he'd try to look at the tracks in the sandy ground where Vroroder had walked, since he seemed to favor his left leg now and again. Desmond looked again to try and see or detect the tracks leading away from them last night; the ones on top had to be Vroroder's.

“Nope, nothing," he scooped up some of the sand and found it was mixed with loamy soil nothing but grass would grow in it, but with traffic going over it even that was unlikely, he realized, “The wind must have blown it all away last night I just can't tell anything".

Desmond stood up and walked tossing the soil and sand mix in his hand away, and dusted his hands off by brushing them together, he was thinking “Best eat some of that jerky and drink some more water before that cruel Sheriff makes us run again!"

He got back to the others all still asleep, he fished out the bag and took out a couple pieces of the pemmican and set the bag back down. He tore off some with his back teeth, and was chewing it a little bit before he found the second canteen they had not used yet. He stood back a step; it was so nice to have teeth again after the Drusimehr had torn his original set out only a couple weeks ago.

Everyone had polished off the contents of the first one of the canteens after passing it around between and then wrapped themselves up to get warm around the fire the Key/Orb had built for them.

Desmond did not remember falling asleep only that sometime last night Dammon and Seng had got him up to lay between the both of them to stay warm, Seng preferred sleeping towards the fire a lot closer than either Desmond or Dammon wanted to, but it must be the desert dwelling nature of Sitrans, they liked much hotter areas of the world. Desmond took a drink and sloshed the canteen around to figure about how much was left, to determine if he could take another drink. Everyone had taken three drinks last night, only Gerald took a long one, Desmond wanted to be more frugal, but was also thirsty last night before he fell asleep. He judged he could chance a longer drink now.

He set the canteen back down after securing the stopper in it, and took up the empty one to make sure Vroroder got his property back. Desmond was still a Diamond after all; it would be good business in the future and to make a good impression.

The fire had gone out finally, Desmond sat down on the ground looking towards the Posse' as they sat around their camp, five of them started out towards Desmond. Vroroder was in this group of riders. He got off his horse on the wrong side, away from Desmond, like a Cloud Guild thief, or someone hiding something. Desmond already knew there was no such thing as a nobleman lying about his Order and Guild affiliation, especially when they acted like Vroroder did; it just seemed strange is all.

“I asked some of the rest of my comrades if they would let you all ride double with today, it will be faster than making you run, we lost time yesterday due to bad judgment by our town 'Sheriff'" Vroroder said. “Are you thirsty or hungry? I have more food and water".

Desmond rose as the rest of his friends woke up when Vroroder spoke. He handed the Key/Orb the empty canteen for a full one, “Thank you sir, you are most kind!" Desmond said in both respect and appreciation. More than ever he thought about becoming member of the Key instead of the Order he had read about, the Garter. Vroroder was a good man, even though he wore a lot of clothes covering up his skin.

“Can I ask, you, what your names are, it would make it easier to talk to you, and much easier to call out to you if the need arises?" He was very cordial and seemed to respect them as well, but he talked like one of officers of the guard back in Torsa.

“Yes, sir, my name is Desmond, I was a Diamond guild member before my bracer was destroyed by the Drusimehr," Desmond said, he bowed as was proper for a Guildsman was expected to do to a member of the nobility, or anyone that belongs to an Order. My friends are Gerald whom you talked to yesterday, he was an Orb too, but his staff was broken by the Drusimehr, and Dammon belonged to the Guild of the Adventurer's but his ring was crushed between two rocks."

Desmond pointed to both Gerald and Dammon in turn. “Our other friends are good Sitrans, totally unlike any of the normal evil ones, Drevvien protects his boyfriend Gerald, and Seng protects Dammon his boyfriend, I was not lucky to get a protector as there were only two good Sitrans on that whole evil ship!" Desmond said.

“My boyfriend got himself kicked out of the Diamond guild and in spite joined the Screw Guild, but I still miss him, he was my best friend a long time, but he turned bad somehow. I wish I could get him to leave that Guild. He could you; know he really isn't that kind of person, we used to do everything together." Desmond said remembering happier times with Pansy.

“There was one other guy we left Torsa with a few weeks ago now. He got away somehow into a world that looked nicer than the normal dark forest, I don't understand what it was, just that the Gazelle was able to get away. Gerald talked with him more than I did". Desmond had remembered everything relevant.

Vroroder looked at him intently, with his stare not saying a word. “I believe you, you are telling the truth!" he said at last, “I will state my findings and evidence at your arraignment if need be."

It was a simple way of speaking Desmond thought; direct and to the point without any embellishment or side tracks into other things.

“Aurillian, he is a Diamond too, you should take him," Vroroder pointed to Desmond, Desmond remembered this beautifully richly armored man with the snow white wings. His Human looking long gray-black beard stuck out from under his half face visor, he motioned Desmond should come over and ride behind him with a look and motion of his left arm.

This was the person that used the amazing rifle pulled out of a high technology box on his right hip and shot the Nemedian Lion with it. His armor was decorated and had a golden luster to it, with some kind of gemstone in a dark purple and deep lustrous blue, up close; this was something Desmond had never seen before. This rich stone was somehow etched into the scrollwork on the heavy plate. It also had telltale bronze like Desmond used to have as mail, meaning this was an alloy plate armor in a elaborate design beyond expensive. Desmond could almost feel his money bag back inside his secret locker that his old bracer allowed him to access to, drool over the cost this armor had to be. It had to be worth hundreds of thousands of gold, it made Desmond shiver in how much this was probably worth.

Many sheathes with a little handle of whatever weapon was inside them were all over his plate in easy reach of either hand on his sides and back. He obvious used magic or high technology sheathes to hold a lot of weapons, really strange looking things too like they were miniaturized down from their actual size, probably weight too.

He wore no armor on his hands, only short black gloves reaching to his wrists. But the most amazing thing was his size, he was nearly an eight foot tall Grendyl; they were usually dwarfs though, not much taller than a Drex or a Cavix was. They were Human looking for the most part, but had long gray beards with some black or red hairs, but mostly gray, even the younger ones. They looked kind of stumped like they never grew very tall as a race, but they seemed to be pretty beefy and stout just the same. And though abnormally tall for a Grendyl he looked Antarean as well with large owl-like white soft gray wings on his back, he leaned over to pull Desmond up in behind his saddle on one pull of his heavy plated long arm, his strength was very great.

“Your armor is beautiful! Was it expensive?" Desmond was in love.

“Yes, Desmond is it, yes it was, it cost over five hundred million gold pieces, it is made of Driadan and has Royal Durasite the rarest of gemstones in the scrollwork, and I had it alloyed with Bronze to make my armor be able to protect me from nearly everything. I have both magic and high tech sheathes with the weapons I use. I am a Black Glove and Diamond mercenary, a bounty hunter by trade. I had heard a few of the bank robbers were Black Glove members and wanted by different City-states and towns around the world. And they would have a good rich bounty on their heads".

He placed Desmond easily behind him between his snowy owl Antarean wings, and showed he was indeed Antarean he turned his head almost completely backwards, Antareans could of course turn their heads a full two hundred and seventy degrees around and had other abilities as well from his shaded eyes, It was rumored Antareans could see in absolute pitch dark, as they had night vision “You make me happy to let me impress you with my rich weaponry and armor; I thank you for your respectful statement young man, I do so love to tell good considerate Diamond businessmen how much my armor cost! “ Aurillian guided his palomino horse to perpendicular to the road and stopped.

Dammon was up and awake, he pulled Seng up to stand next to him, Gerald rose and Drevvien came up with him, Vroroder talked with them then called out for his friends to take one each of the group Desmond was part of with each of them.

“You there, Sitran, I understand you are this Ressant's protector, no one is better of our group than Gandaren, he is both a heroic Garter and guardian of the Hammer, he is duty-born to protect people, and gods help anyone that tries to harm you!"

Gandaren rode up “I am Sir Gandaren sir; I will protect you from harm, if you ride with me." He waved his arm around in an obviously practiced flourish, along with his hat; a long fluffy feather white with red tips garnished the white fedora. Seng looked over the Human and did not believe a Human what with the ancient history Sitrans had, had with the ancient Humans of Earth nearly twenty thousand years would ever let a Sitran be so close to him, and yet the man was like a god almost his beautiful face was so easy to look at and made Seng's reptilian body relax. His beauty was greater than anyone Seng had ever seen in all his lifetimes. “I will, but I am not familiar with what a Garter and a Hammer is, is that a title or a Guild like Dammon used to have?"

Gandaren offered his hand he wore only clothing and no armor, his beautifully exquisitely muscular body shown through his clothes and he obviously liked wearing anything that would not interfere in someone not being able to admire his body, let alone his incredible face and long golden curly hair draping down his back.

“Ah-Hah-hah-hah", he laughed in a good naturedly way. “Oh. I dare say it is both, my good fellow. It is my title as well as my Order and Guild. The Knights of the Garter is my Order; I am a Knight of the Order of heroes and kings, leaders and rescuers. My affiliation to the Hammer attests as well to my nature of protecting the weak, the old, and the persecuted and of horses. The Hammer is my Guild affiliation. You are protected and are in my care good sir, no one can or will do more than I!"

Seng felt like he was riding behind a god of some kind, that was absurd of course, there were no real gods, it was just a way of expressing the impossible, but this Human and something else exuded such confidence it was addicting, and he was so well muscled, Seng could feel it under his clothes. Still he was infected by this Human's exuberance including the fact that he was seven feet tall! Seng was shorter than most Sitrans but this man was taller by over a foot than he was.

Gandaren spoke a couple words to his huge white heavy war horse, known as a 'charger' and his horse looked behind his own muscular body and backed up to stand exactly across from the golden heavy plate knight that Desmond got to ride with. Seng looked at Desmond who had as big a smile as Seng did with who he got to ride with as well.

Vroroder spoke to Dammon as Seng was talking with Gandaren, “I think you will like Chrystal she is a Vegan and is an Order of the Rose as well as a member of your Guild, the Fool!"

A girl short like Gerald reared her horse up and galloped her Palomino to stop within an inch of Dammon. “Care to dance on the edge of danger with me, mister …?" she sat her horse asking Dammon his name without really asking in so many words.

“Well you are pretty crazy, which sits just fine with me!" Dammon said he took use of the stirrup Crystal had slipped her right foot out of to let him climb up swing a leg over and sit behind her on her riding pleasure horse. “What is a Rose Order member, I was going to join the Sword, myself?" Dammon asked the falcon winged human looking girl with the black hair. She was not that pretty up close, but her Guild was the same as his so he was at home, anyway he was not that good looking either, it was what he had in his heart and could do that was important. She let her horse walk easily over to come up next to Seng and his beautiful Human, “The Rose is the healer Order and we also combat witches and those of the Bloodknives: the outlaw Order. Truly evil people and evil malignant monsters and sentient beings are fair game to us; we can cast Rosecraft through our weapons in combat with evil doers and anything of the Demondim." She finished as he was aside his boyfriend Seng.

Vroroder approached Gerald, “You will ride with me, Gerald I am an Orb as well, your protector will be with Morgana, though a girl, she is reptilian too; she is Moakien. Sitran, do you remember?"Vroroder talked directly to Drevvien.

Drevvien replied, “No I'm afraid I do not, my memories were kept from me when I was cloned last time, I don't remember anything before this lifetime, Seng might know, he wasn't restricted as I was!"

“I understand, I know you are telling me the truth," Both Gerald and Drevvien looked at each other, Gerald figured Drevvien was probably thinking the same thing, how could Vroroder 'know' Drevvien was not lying, and for that matter know Gerald had not lied the other day, enough to distance himself from the Sheriff and the rest of the Posse', Vroroder noticed their look and interjected “I am a Key, we have our ways!"

Gerald did not even have a chance to say anything yet, But Vroroder seemed to sense Gerald's next question and answered before Gerald or Drevvien could even ask.

A reptilian girl with a tail unlike himself rode closer and allowed Drevvien to get his body up behind her, she was only a few inches taller but her having a tail was strange to see on a race that looked almost identical to a Sitran. She wore plate armor and it was segmented all along her tail which was thicker than Gerald's or Desmond's tails. It was like another thigh on her tapering down to smaller parts inside the tail armor. It was only a few moments afterwards, he found out she had conscious use of it, when she wrapped around him with it. “"Wow, that is amazing, you can use that at will, obviously" Drevvien said as she walked her palomino off the road to stand next to Dammon and the other girl, astride the same kind of horse.

Vroroder was pulling Gerald out of the way to allow the Sheriff leading the rest of the Posse' past the five members of his Posse' he didn't look at all at Vroroder, only at the golden heavy plated knight. “I guess this is your show now eh Aurillian? He asked the dwarf-like Grendyl bearded snowy owl winged man in the heavy golden plate.

“Just riding double Sheriff, this is still your show, we will bring up the rear if you don't mind, the suspects will ride instead, and I need to get back sooner than a week from now, the pay for this job is insultingly small!" Aurillian replied in a noncommittal but forceful fashion.

The Sheriff looked away. Jake passed by on the other side of the road from Vroroder as did Geoffrey, both of them looked warily at both Vroroder and Gerald, at Gerald they sneered and mouthed “You are going to get it, faggot!" but did not actually voice anything.

Vroroder watched them pass then acknowledged Aurillian to start out, “C'mon Gerald lets mount up. I asked Aurillian to take over my objections for me, he is THE heavy hitter of the Posse' and everyone knows it!"

Vroroder mounted his horse and took Gerald up with one hand to sit behind him, he said to Gerald, please don't crowd me too much Gerald sit a little back of my, I have a problem with my left leg as you might have noticed, so please don't hang on to me either when we ride. It is nothing against you, actually everyone has rights even people who are now gay, but I don't want to create friction between me and your boyfriend Drevvien".

Gerald thought all that made sense, except he also assumed even though Vroroder was being civil and going out of his way to make accommodations for them, still he was a little homophobic, and might not want to catch anything. They took up the rear until Vroroder cantered his horse to move up next to Morgana so Drevvien could watch him.

They made better time this day, passing along the road and past a smaller party making camp and they only eyed the small army of armed men and women going past, then another small group allowed them right of way to go past before they went the way the Posse' had just come, the rest of the day was uneventful, it was just kind of hard sitting on a horse without the use of a saddle to every once in awhile stand up in the stirrups to take the having to have your legs spread out so wide from, sitting and bouncing on the butt top portion of a horse.

The birds in the trees during the day chirped away making songs unless they were around those other two parties of riders they passed, different trees and flowering shrubs dotted the wools in this one small hill to the next landscape until the Sheriff up front of the group halted.

The road opened up with fewer trees blocking the view the ancient nearly cloud touching high towers of Ulster could be seen several hills beyond. The eight towns set a little away from the central city were plainly divided away from each other. I long meandering wall enclosed everything. In all the area of Ulster had different colors of patchwork farmland in between the exterior towns and the city high walled center. Ranches and more farms stretched outside to encircling town walls.

Desmond could not see very well around Aurillian, so he had to lean way out to one side, and duck his long muzzle around and underneath Aurillian's wing on the side he was looking, and holding on to one of the weapon handles sticking out of Aurillian's sheaths of holding on his back. Desmond scanned the place up ahead, maybe an hour or less away if they took their time going mostly downhill through the next couple copses of trees. In between these copses, the trees had been felled; no new trees had been planted. Desmond observed this was a bad idea; it was always a good planning for the future of sales to replant what you have cut, “Not good business." Desmond shook his head to the limited foresight of whoever had cut the trees down.

Desmond thought everything looked nice and peaceful the suns were still in the sky, except the bright sun was already setting, he hoped they would be able to get into town so he could get into the Diamond hall and announce he was actually still alive, and get another bracer. All his money was in the private Hermetic vault as well as all his weapons. He hoped the good things he had done would get a notable mention and under the circumstances he might be able to get his second bracer for the year. He knew that only three were allowed until you became a Guildmaster or 6th Echelon mentor, then you could have four per year. After the second sun had set the first sun being slower to go over was still up, this was when Desmond noticed a spot going fast in the sky move around from hitting the high towers of Ulster city, then head towards the Posse's direction seemingly following the road.

Desmond sat back and Aurillian coaxed his horse forwards to amble easily down the road, they had been in a mid kind of gallop or a canter with a slight rocking motion, not as ferociously bouncy as a trot, and faster than that but not a true gallop, it was easier on his seat since he was not in the stirrups.

Desmond thought out loud to Aurillian," I wonder what the spot up in the sky is or was?"

Aurillian asked back behind himself to Desmond, “What was that you said?"

“Oh I was wondering if that dot up in the sky was still there". Desmond said looking at Aurillian's backplate still trying to remember the scrollwork, for a future design on his expensive armor suit.

Aurillian looked around in his vicinity, “What dot up in the sky?"

The one that was over the high city towers", Desmond said calmly, “I could have sworn it was coming this way."

Aurillian pulled his horse to a stop as the rest of the party all passed by him. He peered up into the sky. “Desmond, get off my horse, would you please. I have to dismount."

Desmond grabbed a hold of the saddle and slipped his other leg off from around the other side and fell the rest of the way of onto the ground on his butt. “Ow! I never dismounted like that before". He got up slowly and rubbed his backside with his hands as Aurillian dismounted using the stirrup. He pulled out his long rifle with the scope on it and after repositioning his horse set the rifle on over the saddle of his horse so he could look up into the sky with it.

“You have a monocular scope on that don't you?" Desmond asked, Aurillian didn't say a word. He continued to peer through the scope, then picked it up and put it back, “You should stay here Desmond, it would a lot safer, you can't get rejuvenated without getting another bracer and contact to the Guild".

“What do you mean Aurillian, is that spot some kind of trouble?" Desmond asked.

“It might be more than I can handle alone, it may take many more of us to dissuade, I have to admit I have never fought one of these beings who think of themselves as demi-gods, and you should stay here". Aurillian stated again.

Desmond became visibly alarmed by Aurillian's warning; he had not revealed what he'd seen in his riflescope. “I can't those are my friends down there, if you don't take me I'll have to start running, to get to my party, they are my friends I can't leave them. Not for all the five hundred million gold you wear either", Desmond turned to start running down the road, the last rider in the Posse' was not that far away, less than a quarter mile.

He heard a terrible screaming din behind him, making him leap on that one step a lot higher in reaction to the sound, he turned his long muzzle to glance up and back, messing up his stride, and making his track down the road erratic, he stumbled on his hooves a step or two. A long reddish fire looking silver bottle shot up into the sky towards what looked like a three headed something, it had long sweeping dragonish wings and a long draconic armored tail, with a dragonish heavy plate covered chest and overlapping olive green scales covering its body, the three heads part was different from any books he had ever read about way Ginn looked like or even the less intelligent fire dragon monsters.

This thing was big he ran on towards the group bringing up the rear. The bottle not only hit the Ginn directly in the chest but the monstrous being seemed to adjust its own flight angle to purposely take the hit into exactly in the middle of its chest. The three headed Ginn was able to swerve into the way, meaning it was intelligent; monsters like fire dragons did not have intelligence, so they also had no concept of how to use flight angles and air currents to get the full force of Aurillian's weapon's torpedo, Aurillian yelled out “EVERYONE SCATTER, TAKE COVER IT IS A VEIL GINN"!

Desmond ran on down the hill to aid his friends, even though he had no weapons of any kind, his horn was shaved down and would not be a natural weapon again for at least a year, He heard a horse galloping behind him getting closer, and then a hand grabbed his shirt and pants together in back and picked him up off the ground then slapped him behind the golden armored knight. “You ride my horse, Desmond", Aurillian stood up in his stirrups and in a wing beat and a half rose up into the sky. Aurillian took up speed pumping his long wide wings, buffets of air flowed down over Desmond, until the horse was ahead of Aurillian's' upward track, and he kept going up higher towards the Veil Ginn.

The Veil Ginn changed its flight angle quickly and did a extremely tight turn and a jog in the sky line up an arc and come in on the Posse' from the right side, instead of going along the road, a maneuver most winged races with a few exceptions could not accomplish. The being was sentient and was watching with all three heads at once instead of swinging its heads about in a haphazard fashion, like a monster would.

The wingspan was nearly one hundred and fifty feet wide, the length something like thirty-six feet long from mouth to tail tip, it was a lot wider than any dragon, the claws were the most striking feature they were long and curved inwards like an inverted sword, this Ginn had opposing thumbs as well on each claw hand.

The chest was undamaged by the energy missile Aurillian had shot at it the fireball looked white hot after it exploded but something made the energy get absorbed almost appearing like it was inhaled by the chest scales, instead of causing any damage at all to the Ginn.

The horse was at full gallop Desmond quickly used his inner thighs to hike himself up into the saddle and he tried to find the stirrups with his hooves. Then to his amazement the saddle form fitted to his dimensions and adjusted to his height and weight and the fact that he had an Ahnk tail instead of none, like Aurillian. On either side of the front of the saddle he could see there were pistol sheaths with ornate handles sticking out of them, from where he was behind Aurillian all this same day he had no advantage point to even know they were there.

Desmond gathered up the reigns to the horse wrapped a couple times around the saddle horn and continued the gallop to his friends up ahead a short distance. As he pulled the horse up to a slower trot he noticed a gift dangling from the saddle horn it was familiar, an Ahnk crossbow, heavily ornate made of the same material as Aurillian's armor and already loaded ready to fire, “He is not even an Ahnk, what is …" Desmond thought then he realized Aurillian had it in his Diamond Guild bracer and set it up for Desmond to use, “Wow! You're cool Aurillian!" he said out loud.

He drew up the big battle horse around Drevvien and Gerald riding double with their escorts, “Hey! There is a Veil Ginn in the sky you have to get off the road!" Crystal turned around in her saddle in front of Dammon. “Those are PURE evil", Crystal said laughing out loud almost like a demon with a huge smile on her face, without another thought in the world she stood up in her stirrups and launched herself directly straight up into the sky.

Her airspeed was amazing, Aurillian had to get going a few times to with about six or seven wing beats to get up to speed, but Crystal shot up to full speed and going straight up instantly, too.

Dammon commented smiling after Crystal shot like she was fired out of a cannon into the air: “I like her she is so fast, I wish I could fly; I'd be a Vegan too!"

“Dammon take control of the horse …scoot up in the saddle!" Gandaren instructed. “Follow me!" He waited for Dammon to act, which he did without thinking, a trait made famous by the Guild of the Adventurers in general they always would act before they took the time to think. Dammon slid his feet into Crystals' shorter stirrups after hiking over the taller saddle back she used for a saddle. He used his bare-paw clawed Ressant toenails to grab into the stirrups.

He gathered up the reigns to a familiar riding horse like he used to have and swiveled the animal to follow Gandaren who was in protect mode instead of hero mode. As soon as Gandaren saw that Dammon was in control of Crystal's horse, got going into a gallop to get off the road into the trees to the copse of gnarly limbed heavily hung with ripe fruit, Plum trees, not far away, Desmond and Dammon followed as did Morgana with Drevvien behind her, Seng of course was on Gandaren's horse riding double behind him, he noticed the Charnel bush lost some of its fog as the all passed close to it, some hideously ugly thing first tried running straight alongside them he felt a need to retch, but looked somewhere else choking it back down, they outdistanced it quickly, it ran off in a different direction followed by several more of the same kind of bird.

Vroroder looked around not knowing why the four comrades behind him were galloping off the road, he saw that both Aurillian and Crystal were not riding ahead of Dammon and Desmond, he looked up to catch sight of both Crystal and Aurillian flying towards a Veil Ginn. “SHIT" I have to wait till it gets in range!" He called ahead, “VIEL GINN GET OFF THE ROAD; DEFEND YOURSELVES!"

His mind worked quickly planning what he could do and his hands took up position and he called out the word to use a spell, then he did it again three seconds later, all while controlling his horse with his knees. Gerald hung onto Vroroder's coat, he felt something strange on the man's back underneath his long riding coat.

“Gerald I am going to dismount, I want you to take my horse and go into the trees and then dismount, try to tie the horse to a tree, but don't get worried if you can't, then I want you to run at least fifty feet away from the horse". Vroroder just got off, he swung his left leg up and over the horse's, neck and head and dropped to the ground running, then he stopped, standing in the road and pulled out both of his pistols.

Gerald was surprised by everything, he didn't know where Dammon and Desmond were, and he was alone sitting on the horse's butt feeling the animal's hips moving underneath the skin on every stride for all day. He managed to grab the saddle horn with both hands, while sitting where he was, and muscled his now stinging awakened legs to action, he hadn't noticed, but the entire trip after the Posse's pace had allowed no breaks, most of the Posse' had stirrups to use, Gerald only had his legs dangle off the sides of the horse, and bounce along all throughout the day with no respite.

He managed to pull himself up and over the high back of the saddle wincing a little when the horse moved a wrong direction at the worst possible moment to cause his body to leap high up above the saddleback, made of hardwood, at the same time the horse seemed to step in a hole or depression. The combination he was well above the saddle back but was also unable to take advantage of the surprise movement, he did the fateful thing most all new adventurer's do he missed his surprise ability.

This same problem was why he had been captured so easily by the Drusimehr, now he was paying the same price for not being better prepared for surprises. He came down as the saddle was coming up towards his groin, he crunched his balls into the top of the saddle bow, and he had his eyes go wide at the pain, “Ow fuck!" He couldn't do anything about it, he had mashed his own balls into the top of the hard unyielding wooden saddle back, as if a well aimed kick had crunched into his ball sack, or a double thumbed Drusimehr hand had crushed his balls together, or a hardened Drusimehr twin hoofed kick directly into both his balls with his arms and legs, his body tied down to allow him to feel the gut wrenching pain. Gerald pulled with his weak arms, “You'd think I would have gotten used to that by now, Gods that hurts!" He gritted his needle like teeth together in his mouth his lips pulled back and screamed in pain.

He heard a strange sound in a scream at a very low register, which startled him, it was a very low octave long and rumbling, it was shocked because he distinctly heard three voices making the loud terrifying noise above and to his right, over the trees. The horse did the usual then, he felt the animal bunch up and begin to stop, “Oh shit not again!"

He started to slide a little forwards off the saddle across the back grinding his balls across the whole hard accursed thing again, sending new agonies electrically from his balls all the way through his body to his ear tips , nose and toe tips, he let go of the saddle horn then felt the horse rise up as he stopped going forewords and instead just a fraction of a second after he had drug his balls across the saddle back, he now slid backwards adding to his agonies as the horse reared up in the air, probably startled from the scream in the air. The horse stood on its hind legs in fright, he could see the horse's white eyes as the animal turned to look back at him, or actually toss its head from side the side in flight reaction, Gerald lost hold of the saddle horn after he lost his strength from getting his balls ground in the paddlewheel of the saddle back.

The horse deposited him on the ground where he folded up with his hands between his legs holding himself between his legs and he went into a fetal ball, “This is really very familiar," Gerald thought, “this is my fate I guess to get compromised by getting kicked in the nuts then being left helpless without anything to defend myself with in a fetal ball on the road, out in the open, helpless!"

_ _Gerald opened his eyes as giant demonic shadow crossed over him, he could see it in a kind of slow motion or maybe it was a dream, but he saw the horse run straight out in the open away from the trees and off the road in full flight mode away as a fifteen foot across clawed hand scooped it up and a head about as wide bite off the front half of the terrified animal in two even before it had time to bleed, the shadow passed overhead.

He heard two distinct shots and some other kinds of commotions as well, he could see the rest of the Posse' reacting in fright, some horses rearing to deposit their riders on the ground, more experienced riders clinging on and then pulling their mounts around to make a dash for the last copse of trees before getting anywhere near the town. His balls were thundering in pain, holding them was doing little to ease the pain, but at least this time he could hold onto them. He thought to get up, to rise off the ground, his legs felt like rubber, and had no strength. The fall had torn his shirt from one arm and down the side into tatters and his coat was somewhere else; his pants had been pulled down around his footpads.

From his vantage point right in the middle of everything he watched the spectacle unfold. He just moved his feet out of the ruined pants, a split right up the middle was the probably from the accursed saddle back from hell. “Oh my poor balls, I have to try to keep them from withdrawing inside my body with my hands, oh gods this hurts, but if I don't pull them back out I will go unconscious!" He thought wincing as he fingered them back into his scrotum sack. He moaned still in mind numbing pain, and pushing himself up the three headed monster was angling to come up from behind the rest of the Posse', the big green dragon gobbled up the rest of the horse and was swooping for another snack, of somebody else mount.

A Rhiaxian, a horse headed race, hoofed like one too, but shaped similar to Gerald was the first victim, his horse and himself were both grabbed by the Ginn, a head came down and bite the horse in half the same way, and this took the Rhiaxian in half as well, the teeth went through the armor like he wasn't even wearing any, the victim did not even get a chance to scream, another clawed hand grabbed a second victim with likewise results, two of the Rhiaxians in the back of the Posse' were now bitten in half, along with their horses, a third head instead of biting something in half used a magic of some kind, Gerald was an orb so he could see magic as it was used, but without his staff, he didn't know what kind, a horse in front of the head was wrapped up in a simple spell Gerald already had, 'entangle, the rider though went flying when the horse was wrapped up in a line like an invisible rope. A Royant, looking like an ogre without their helmets' on, the head looked like a mound of orange mud with large orbed eyes on either side, a single slit in the face between them for a nose and an oversized jaw underneath completed the race, They had huge barrel chests, like Geoffrey did, but this was a lot less intelligent than Geoffrey he was all Royant, he bounced off the ground once when his horse went down, this last head now showed an additions shock, it breathed out a 30 foot wide blast of fire from it's lungs extending as long as its wingspan one hundred and fifty feet down the road, catching the rest of the Posse' who all but a few were still unaware of what was happening, The sparse grass from the road instantly burst into flames, as did the trees on either side of the wood closest to the road, The Royant was incinerated as were a smallish human and his horse, another Rhiaxian with four wings tucked in his special winged race armor, another human like race and mount, and a furred race like himself too all these members of the posse' died instantly in the fire breath the three headed dragon continued on towards the way it had come, popping the remaining parts of the riders and hoses into the other two maws, Gerald saw only a one other rider as well as the Sheriff, Jake and Geoffrey had gotten off the road in time, everybody else was so much toast and ash.

Vroroder came up behind Gerald then, Crystal and Aurillian landed around Vroroder and everyone was joined by Gandaren, Seng, Dammon and Desmond. The Sheriff was with the only other person besides Jake and Geoffrey who had reacted in time from the shock and surprise of the Veil Ginn's attack. The horse the Royant was riding also scrambled to its feet after the spell wore off. It had been saved from a horrible flaming death by being cruelly tied up and its own trajectory sending it like a torpedo into the bushes.

Gandaren thought quickly seeing Vroroder was without a mount and galloped his mount over to the rider less horse; they came back at a trot and offered the reigns to Vroroder. Vroroder flipped up the stirrup and loosened the draw on it to set it for his own height, then walked around the animal still a little shaken up by everything happening so fast as well as being restrained so abruptly, and did the same thing to the other stirrup.

Gerald pulled up his split pants and tried to tuck in the torn shirt, his furry hide had saved him from abrasions. The Sheriff came back with Jake and Geoffrey and the other person, Aurillian and Crystal were remounting after Desmond and Dammon made room.

“We are still taking these criminals in Aurillian, the Posse's untimely demise has changed nothing, a little heads up would have been good though, instead of just trying to go after the Ginn for your own glory!" The Sheriff accused Aurillian, Desmond was about to speak but Aurillian interrupted him, “Sheriff, your arrogance to me is just about all I'm going to take, and your office is the only thing protecting you right now! The Order of the Black Glove gives me precedence in taking revenge upon you in an instant. It is only for my choice that your head stays on your Guild only shoulders after that remark, commoner!" Aurillian hands were away from his weapons but many were still sheathed, The Sheriff gulped The other person close to the Sheriff decided to speak then

“I don't agree with anything a Black Glove Order spouts out of his mouth, Aurillian and you know I too am about as powerful and foreboding as your reputation that precedes you, but understand I am a noble too, you neglected to tell us of an impending attack, and the commoner Sheriff is right, you were grandstanding like all Black Gloves!" The new Human looking person in the silent black cloth one piece suit, reached up for his heavily jeweled great sword he wore on his back, other weapons were decked around him.

Geoffrey let loose his reigns ready to draw his pistols both hands drew closer to the .44 caplocks he had in his holsters, Jake as well did the same on the other side of the Sheriff, only wincing once when the Sword Order man touched his main weapon, nervously the Sheriff let go of his reigns to his hands were around his .44's too, not as relaxed as Jake, Geoffrey and the new human were, not as Aurillian was, Crystal pulled her rifle out and held it ready, Morgana used her tail to both deposit Drevvien as well as loosen her throwing weapon on her side holder. Gandaren were ready to Shot his weapon a monstrous full automatic rifle with a big scope on it, Vroroder was on the other side of his new horse, Gerald was next to him. Aurillian had handed Desmond his Ahnk crossbow. The groups stood in silence for a few seconds; both nobility and huge egos quieted the scene.

Slowly Vroroder walked around the horse letting his coat fall from his shoulders and though stiffly his Moakien tail pulled out of his specialized left leg armor, Vegan wings exactly like Crystal pulled out of his armor in back and he produced a deputy Marshal badge from his pocket at his side, “Sheriff, you are a jackass, I am commandeering these suspects and you are relieved of this command, I am deputy Marshal of the circuit court Marshal Bangram Tor of Ulster, undercover these last five months to watch YOU and your organization."

“ I am arresting you Sheriff, Jake and Geoffrey in the name of the City of Ulster." He did not take his eyes off of Jake or Geoffrey knowing the Sheriff was not a threat in the least, Gandaren's automatic rifle and Crystal's phonic laser rifle were keeping weapons sheathed and guns in their holsters.

“Gandaren, Crystal you are appointed deputies by my authority, you too Aurillian, I'd stand down if I were you Flash, you are standing on the precipice and are siding with criminals!" Vroroder's true identity came out Drevvien saw he was a Moakien but also a Vegan as well, dual race like Morgana was.

The Sheriff was both surprised and filled with dread, he was caught, as a Harp and a politician he was being arrested, his political future was ruined, he had thought to get to become the next City Marshal in the next election, but now that was over, he was moving to get off his horse when Jake and Geoffrey pulled their guns. As he blocked both Jake's and Geoffrey from sight, Flash moved his hand off his sword, also not wanting to join the Sheriff in a cell that awaited him.

The big man noticed his wings had obscured the view of Geoffrey who was slow to draw, and lightening fast Jake who pulled to fire his pistols in the blink of an eye.

The Sheriff thought quickly and decided to try and remove his now revealed nemesis, the Deputy Marshal, he moved his left arm to aim at Vroroder and a beam of the heat ray lanced out at the deputy.

The Baane weapon shot off and hit a tree well to the left of Crystal, four flashes of magic light came from Vroroder to both Jake and Geoffrey, from Orb Staffs shortened to wands in his belt sheathes, Gerald saw it, only a Guide Master had four Guild items to use, Vroroder was a Guide master!

Gerald acted too he cast his best spell directly at the Sheriff, as the Sheriff wrapped up into a entangled statue, and was falling to the ground, Jake and Geoffrey yelled in pain as four .44 caplock pistols heated up to 600 degrees where they were holding onto them, they dropped to the ground as both Crystal and Gandaren pulled up their rifles and fired.

Gandaren shot too quickly, he drew down perfectly to Jake's right arm, but the shot went under Jake's elbow narrowly missing, Crystal shot at Geoffrey, her shot a red laser pulse also went wide like the Sheriff's high tech weapon, Vroroder used spells from his Orb wands, so his hands were free, Gerald had cast a spell, so his magic was faster than everyone, spells cast always beat everything except hand to hand.

Vroroder was as slow as Geoffrey, but he was a not affected by magic either he drew his guns in a same amount of time as Geoffrey, he aimed from the hip to his right hand bolt action pistol he shot Geoffrey in the chest, his other pistol jammed to his surprise on Jake. Geoffrey fell backwards off his horse the shot hitting him in his right lung; he grabbed his wound as gout of orange reddish blood came out his chest and out his back as the .45 ball went through.

Jake grabbed his reigns and pulled his horse around to a gallop, and get away as soon as he could Vroroder stepped out around the horse to get a clear shot, but it would take a little longer to rack in another cartridge, he fumbled with the left hand pistol to free up his left hand to draw the bolt back on the right one, quickly, as Gerald cast his other good spell helping a fellow Orb, he said “ice" a sheet of ice appeared directly underneath Jake's horse, and he went flying off the horse who slid down and slipped and shot off the ice sheet one inch thick and thirty feet long by ten feet wide.Jake was dismounted on the ice sliding down as well but on his stomack.

Jake slid a short distance and pulled his crystalline white Throne wings out of his armor and back and lifted off the ground into flight, he saw the air currents with his Throne sight and angled towards the woods, he knew full well he couldn't out distance rifles or fly faster than a Vegan Deputy Marshal, but he also did not want to go to prison for his last years of crimes, including the recent bank robbery, that all three of them were responsible for planning. Their accomplishes were already following behind, but they were going to have fun with sending someone else to the horrible dark and terrible Ulster prison on trumped up charges, after beating a confession out of each of the innocent victims amid horrible tortures. Vroroder turned and told Flash and the others, “He is now a wanted man, these two are the ones who are under arrest now, and thank You Gerald, you did well, Sheriff you are going to jail." He waited for the entangle spell Gerald had cast to wear off. The ice sheet was a little longer it took an additional thirty seconds to wear off.

The Sherriff and Geoffrey were disarmed of their weapons and in Geoffrey's case had his arms bound behind his back. Drevvien and Seng were allowed to ride with their boyfriends; Aurillian was letting Desmond keep his seat too. “Now Sheriff you get to walk into town to show your disgrace, Jake has nowhere to go, he is now a wanted man as your co defendant, there are seventy cases of false arrest and imprisonment against you Sheriff as well as complicity in the conspiracy to rob southern town of Ulster Farmer's Bank and several other store forfeitures and embezzlements. Not forgetting your fraudulent laundering of the money from the many robberies in the surrounding towns. You have a lot to answer for sheriff!"

Everyone walked past the cinders of the dead, but Gerald was at last free, he rode behind Drevvien who talked to him with a different kind of emotion, admiration. “I didn't know you could do that Gerald, you were fantastic."

Crystal did something Desmond did not understand, Dammon too, asked her what she was doing but she did not reply as she was still riding double with him again, she took a uncharrred peice of a fingernail or a tooth from each of the dead Posse' members and their hapless animals, putting each one in her saddle bags behind the saddle in front of where Dammon sat astride her horse."They didn't sign on to get killed in this awful way, it is too bad about the others, but I can't help them yet". she said in explaination.

To Dammon it as explaination enough, Adventurer Guild members did crazy things. Desmond however was mystified, he thought he would ask someone at the Guildhall when he got there.

They rode without incident into the southwestern walled town of Ulster City-state's suburb. The Sheriff and Geoffrey were turned over to the town guard under Vroroder's order and the remaining members of the Posse' went their separate ways. Each one was glad to finally be done with the volunterr at catching the 'bank robbers' being satisfied that they caught the conspirators instead.

Vroroder handed Gerald a small bag, “Thank you for your service Gerald, this is a partial reward in your assistance in helping me apprehend the Sherriff and helping to bring Jake down. There is enough for more spells, down that way, “ he pointed down the street, “Are the Guild halls, I am sure all of you will be much happier when your Guilds all know you are still alive." He walked into the town Sheriff's office and closed the door.

Desmond had a ornate and extremely rich weapon a Driadan alloy to Bronze and inlaid with Royal Durasite etched into the weapon; an Ahnk crossbow in his hands, as the only weapon other than the toe claws of the two Sitrans, Gerald had his few spells and torn clothes. They all were anxious to get into their Guilds and get new contact with their Mentors and get new Guild items. Desmond was smiling broadly “I got enough to resupply me right here, this is worth a fortune, and once I get a new bracer I will have all my own weapons and money as well." Desmond said looking towards the Diamond hall a couple blocks down.

Gerald looked at Dammon who was standing with them here, "One portion for you, Dammon, One portion for you Seng, and One portion for you 'lover', and I keep the last one, and the bag." Gerald said dividing up all the paper notes Vroroder had put in the bag.

“We all should all be able to afford a bunch of weapons, armor and supplies with these notes." But we should all go together to each Guild hall to be safe. This is a new town after all," Gerald smiled. They walked over to the Diamond Guild first, Desmond went to go inside, “Umm there has to be places we can all go and buy stuff, let's all meet back at the Sheriff's office when we are all done okay?!" He went inside. Though the Orb was on the way, Gerald walked past to go to the Adventure's guild. Dammon looked inside, and took Seng by the hand, "C'mon; you are coming with me Seng!" He led a broadly smiling Seng inside.

Gerald looked at Drevvien, “What Guild would you like to join Drevvien?" Gerald asked as they both walked towards the Orb hall.

“I use what you would call medium Tech Gerald, I am best with a rifle and automatic pistols. That amazing technology Aurillian used was well …amazing, I am not a great magician like you are Gerald, I'm afraid." Drevvien said looking down, “I don't think you have anything that would take me in, I haven't seen anything. “ He said his head held down despondent.

Gerald had an idea, one that no one of his Guild could even think to suggest, but since he was not yet back in his Guild yet, he could still think of a way out for his boyfriend “Well Drevvien tell you what, I am confident we will always work together; I don't want to give you up, anyway. Let's walk across the street and you can join the exact opposite to my Guild though we and them of this one do things nearly the same." He took Drevvien by the hand and walked him to the Guild of the Triad. "You go inside and they will be happy to let you join, I'll be here so we can get a room in the city and then plan our next move, all five of us!"Gerald had to almost push him inside.

Drevvien stopped in the threshold, “But, I'm a Sitran Gerald, they won't accept me!"

“Do you trust me Drevvien?" Gerald said lifting up Drevvien's face, he was fearful and had sadness in his eyes. Gerald had been around him so much and experienced so much intimacy with him he could tell the minimal muscles on Drevvien's face when his emotions changed.

“Yes but they …" Drevvien expressed his dread.

Gerald cut him off," Drevvien the fact that you are Sitran they will fall all over themselves to admit you, they train like the Orb does, in minutes, You go in and ask I'll wait here …you won't be long." Gerald said with a reassuring smile.

Drevvien went inside, it was a little while maybe about twelve minutes and Drevvien came back out again, he was hanging his head low, then he said, “Well Gerald, He brightened in a few seconds, “You were right they admitted me in about sixty seconds when I asked, they were surprised an Orb would suggest me to them but thought that would be fine, I have a psyonic telepathic communication to a person that will Mentor me and got this cool device hooked to my cerebral cortex, and I'm in, you were right!" Drevvien said smiling. “Umm they did say though Orbs and Triads do things by planning and try to think their way out of situations we don't use magic since it is unreliable. But you have shown me in practice that, that is not entirely correct!" Drevvien said, They told me I should have all the knowledge behind a certain abiliy and then used my new cable that retracts in to my brain in back to download the entire treasuire trove of knowledge on mechanical devices of any kind, plus my concedntration and intelligence has been upgraded!"

Gerald said, "In some ways they are kind of right, but once I rejoin the Orb I won't ever admit to it, unless I set my Orb staff down. You can't but since you are my boyfriend I think they will have a really hard time in turning you against me."

“You got that one right too," he put his hand inside Gerald's pants and rubbed Gerald's cock in his sheath and turned his head to one side and kissed him in front of everyone looking on inside the Triad Guild.

Gerald moaned and kissed back holding Drevvien's hand where it was not pushing it away but moving into him to let Drevvien massage his cock more with a few more fingers.

After a little while Gerald was flushed and wanted to get reamed pretty bad by Drevvien's long cock, but still wanted to go to the Guild hall across the street.

“Oh you know what I like, lover, but let me just go over to the Guild hall and let them know I am alive," Gerald turned and slipped Drevvien's hand into the back of his pants, “MMMMM yes, rub there I want you inside me as soon as we can find a place to do it."

Drevvien stuck three fingers into Gerald's butt flower making him moan and walk erratically across the street to his Guild hall. He stopped and savored the moment, as Drevvien twisted his hand back and forth to excite Gerald more.

Drevvien pulled his hand out of Gerald's pants and gave Gerald a hard swat on his right buttock, as Gerald exclaimed “Awww!" Complaining the finger fuck was over. He scooted inside smiling a lewd expression. "I'll be right back."

Gerald was inside the Guild now, he was finally going to come home after such a long time imprisoned and away from his home, he didn't want to go back to who he was before, he knew that once he saved he would have the memories but would not be able to keep the Sitran drugs in his body that made sex with Drevvien so wonderful. Then Gerald stopped, “Wait a minute, he is a Triad now, all he needs to do is find those drugs or invent them," Gerald said out loud. Satisfied things didn't have to change, he happily continued on inside, first waiting to talk with the resident Guide Master under the Guildmaster.

"Hi sir, I am back I was captured by Drusimehr ...enslaved then rescued by …" Gerald started the Guide Master stopped him, “I know the whole story as soon as you got inside I knew who you were and what happened to you, what do you need?"

“Oh a couple staffs and some spells. I have money!" Gerald said.

“Your money is no good here, I will be your new Mentor Gerald, and here are two staffs as requested, I will teach you spells outside of the normal method, you have been an Orb even though you endured so much, you still acted ALWAYS like we taught you, I know. You can go back to your Kasan-Sitran boyfriend now tell him he is fourteen thousand generations from a Kasan-Sitra. I will teach you ALL the spells as you sleep, I learned this special technique in college you m ight want to go there too someday, anyway it is a specialiozed ability I have been dying to try out! Now go along Gerald, and you are a model Orb, I am proud to be your Mentor!"

Gerald was astounded, “How could you know what I did, no one could know."

“Gerald, Vroroder is both a Key and Orb he has all the endowments, he told me what he knew to be true about you and he 'Read' you like only the members of the Key can do. He was able to scan your surface thoughts and in that instance he read your mind of everything you told him, Keys can tell if you are lying or telling the truth instantly!" Vergrandas said. “We are both Guide master him and I, though he follows a different path than I do, he is a Key and I am a Star." Vergrandas said to Gerald, “Oh and one more thing tell Desmond to stop by here will you, I have a pleasant surprise for him!" Gerald was back outside with Drevvien faster than Drevvien had gone in and out of the Triad.

“Hey Drevvien guess what?!" Gerald was smiling, “They know. They know I was being an Orb all the time, I am famous." Gerald said proudly, “They also told me something else you never knew, lover, maybe WHY you don't act so Sitran."

Drevvien looked quizzically at Gerald. “Well are you going to tell me or just make me beg?"

Gerald held his boyfriend with both hands on both of Drevvien's hands, “You are descendant from the Kasan's, you are only half Sitran from a long time ago, you have had fourteen thousand generations of yourself!"

Drevvien looked shocked, “What! …Fourteen thousand, that is incredible Gerald, I'm half Kasan, I don't even know what Kasans are?"

“It will be a great adventure Drevvien, you get to find out how to remember who you really are, and I get to come with you and you get to be with me, isn't that wonderful?!" Gerald hugged Drevvien who was shocked, glad and relieved he had something of which he truly was, he hugged Gerald tightly back.

“Gerald I am going to love you for a week now you know that don't you?!" Drevvien told Gerald in his ear, “You have given me more than your body and your love. You have given me back a part of my life I didn't evedn know I had!" Drevvien thought about the evil Sitrans who never liked him, always gave him the worst possible time, he knew why now, Sitrans hate impure breeds, and they dislike all other races and have a particular hatred of half breed Sitrans. “What gods led you to me Gerald, I am so lucky to have you Gerald, I don't want to ever leave you either, I am yours forever and ever!" Drevvien was happy he loved Gerald more now, he would never leave or ever do anything demeaning or mean to Gerald ever again, gone were all those one sided sexual intercourses, Gerald was his god on a pedastle, his lover and his mate," I am going to make you so happy Gerald, I will do things that you will like, I will, I will!" Drevvien was hugging Gerald swaying back and forth with his little Cavix.

“I know, I will not want anything to change, but one thing, Lover." Gerald started, once I save from anything once I will lose the colored drugs in my skin that makes sex with you so wonderful, I want the first thing on your agenda to figure out the formula to re-color me under my fur, so I won't lose that part of our fun. I like those drugs in me." Gerald told him. “And we need to get Desmond over here my Mentor told me to bring him!"

Drevvien walked with Gerald both were smiling broadly at each other, “I am so happy Gerald, it is like a weight was taken off my head that has been there forever, and it was you that did it!"

"Oh hey look an alley Drevvien, and so convienently deserted too!" Gerald said and tugged a laughing reptile along after him by his hand.