Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24852191-20180205190922/@comment-24852191-20180220043132


 * Meanwhile, Charger has changed into a pleasant black outfit made by Elena. Elena is in a dark purple dress. Around her neck is a necklace with four glowing orbs. Each containing an essence of Charger’s life source. I way of him telling her that he will liver her in this life and four lives time over. Christiana is in a dark blue outfit with some pleasantly embroidered pants. Solomon wears a red outfit with a gold chain around his neck. Asfaloth wears a white outfit and large black riding boots. And, finally, Ameloth wears a dark grew outfit with black boots as well. They all have their swords around their hips, save for the women, who carry daggers, as they walk through the dark woods. The dark elves lead them until they come to a great wall of steel with battlements that rose to the shortest of the tall trees. The massive gate opens and they walk into a large city of stone and wood. While its appearance was humble, Charger could sense an underlying amount of immense power. However, the most unsettling thing for Charger was that although many dark elves wore what could be considered normal outfits, like the red coat the red eyed elf, Demitro, wore, a great deal more of them hardly wore any clothes at all. Mostly just drawstring leather pants that only covered the genitals of the males and females alike. The males almost never wore any shirts, proudly presenting flawless and extremely appealing bodies of power and beauty. Some wore decorated sleeves on their muscular arms that fitted tightly. The females wore what he considered skimpy outfits that hung around their waists and tightly fitting bras that, in most cases, were fare to small to contain many of the females’ breasts. Some who stood where the light fell through the trees had violet appearance. Others were lighter and darker, whether they stood in the sun light or not. While, Charger kept his eye out for anything, Solomon kept Christiana close, Asfaloth kept their left and kept an eye out. Ameloth, However, was completely enthralled with the amazing bodies of elves. By simply looking at the bulges in the pants of many of the males, he could tell they were erotically charged and wanting, not to mention well endowed. He could feel himself wanting them as well as they looked at the group and himself with beautifully seductive eyes. He thinks to himself that he will definitely have to get involved with one of the males and see how they are in bed and the same for the women as well. Maybe both at the same time, he thinks. Soon they arrive to a large grand building which must be a royal hall. The doors open and the guards, who are armored, but to a point that powerful and beautiful muscular bodies are still visible, stand aside and allow the group to enter. A large hall layer before them whith grand statues representing former rulers of the land. At the end of a long purple carpet is a dark elf, who’s body spoke greater powers than most of the ones they had seen. Over one of his eyes was an eyepatch. His dark skin glistens from the large ceremonial torches around his throne. Along the walls of the hall are electric lights. Behind the throne was a large window of beautiful blues and greens. This must be the hall of the king. And this elf, must be the king of the Valgemori. They stop before him. Charger bows his head.

Charger: Greetings, king of these people of who we have encountered. My name is Charger. I understand you wish to speak to us, one lord to another?


 * The king looks at him with a calculating eye. His isn’t so much seductive as it is sheerly intelligent. He speaks with beautiful voice however.

King: Greetings, visitors. It is well to meet you at last. Our hunters had told us of a large ship landing in the Comoran Plains and House of great beauty in our territory.


 * Charger bows his head reverently.

Charger: Forgive me, your greatness. I had no idea we had done such a thing. We will move at once if it is your wish. We only wish to live in peace and, if possible, peaceful coexistence with your people. Is that possible, your highness?


 * The king smiles a wickedly gorgeous grin. This must be where his son gets it from.

King: Of course and I welcome you. You may have the land you have settles on. My people don’t venture that way too often anyways. However, you may call me Kelimor, the king of the Valgemori.

Charger: It is an honor to meet you, King Kelimo, and thank you for greeting us with hospitality.

Kelimor: Ah, you seen, Lord Charger, that is where you are wrong.


 * He walks down his pedestal in an elegant manor.

Kelimor: We haven’t even shown you the slightest pleasures of our hospitality.


 * Charger, uneasily, smiles at Kelimor.

Kelimor: Would you care to stay with us? We would be honored to show you our ways. Also, perhaps, we can lead from each other.


 * His voice is soft and mesmerizing. Charger feels a presence, that seems to be one of kindness, but why is it so strong? He reluctantly bows his head slightly, which Kelimor responds with as well.

Charger: We would be honored to accept your offer.


 * Kelimor smiles.

Kelimor: Good and welcome to the capital of our kingdom, Ranemvost.


 * He orders two guards to escort them to a wing of the grand building where several vancant and empty rooms lie vacant. Once in them, they almost immediately rest, except for Solomon and Christiana. Still being madly in love with each other and slightly insecure from all these tension the elves posed, Solomon takes Christiana to the sheets and makes love her. Ameloth, in the other hand, leaves his room to explore the royal halls. In the process he flirts with everything his eye lay on, men and women alike. Asfaloth, too uneasy to rest Sita in a chair in his room, waiting for something to happen. Charger and Elena take to their bed and rest.