Chapter 2 - Setting Precedents for the Trip

With a hefty shove from Aeris, the gargantuan door swung open. Heads swiveled and eyes locked onto the two. "We're not late, are we?" Aeris blurted, looking around at the people gathered inside, all armored and armed.

"No. You're a few moments early." A voice remarked, suave and distant sounding, it came from a man sitting at the far end of the room, garbed in thick chain-mail sheets, a metal coif hiding his face from view. Aeris and Roul both let out a relieved sigh. Their steps were the loudest thing in the room as they approached a large oaken table in the center of the room.

Finding an empty space, Aeris situated her in a seat, and Roul took position next to her. Together, they eyed those gathered with them. "Looks like everyone's in pairs of professions, I see some paladins over there, and one of them is Walter." He gestured toward a man and woman across from them, the Blood Knight tabard they wore clearly displaying what they were.

Aeris nodded, "Yeah, I hope we get along with the majority of these guys. It'd be unpleasant to go that whole way with annoying people." A flash of fur caught her eye, in the corner of the room, a woman with a rather large lynx sat, petting it. The animal's tail flicked back and forth, and it appeared quite content where it was. "Oh, a hunter." Aeris smiled a bit, she had always enjoyed the company of those who fought with bow and beast. Their spying was interrupted, however, by the sudden entrance of two gaudily dressed men.

The two entered side by side, identical to each other, except for equipment. Short, jet-black hair was smoothed back, providing a clear look at faces whose look was that of disdain. They glowered as they entered, their embossed gold, and crimson robes giving a distinct arcane feeling. Strapped to each one's back was a staff, in the shape of a flame, tiny rose dots swirled about each tip.

"A Magister and Priest." Roul whispered, eyes locked on the men.

"How can you tell which is which?" Aeris asked, voice hushed.

"The priest has a white streak on his left arm, see?" He pointed at the blank line on the left man's robe.

"Oh."

The two took their places at the end of the table, and nodded to each group of people. Including the two new-comers, there was a total of eleven living beings present.

"All who are to be here, are now accounted for!" Boomed the man in the back, as he rose from his seat. "Now, let me tell you what is to happen." His voice was a deep one, resounding in the chamber, "You are the nine," He glanced at the lynx, "Err, ten selected to join the other forces in Silithus, and aid in the fight against the Old God's minions." His note was resolute, broaching no argument. "This is what will be happening. You are to travel as this company, with two legislative pieces that will get you through anywhere, and traverse to the desert." He slid two parchments from beneath his chest armor. "There are rules and regulations to follow, I'll go over the few you need to know most importantly."

His gaze swiveled over the entire troupe, "First: You are to start no fights, aside from the one in Silithus, otherwise these passage rights become null," He waved the papers, "Second: You must wear a crest of the Blood Elves everywhere, and show these papers to all whose door you need to enter. Third: Though this is more of me granting permission than laying down a rule, you may have sex on this journey. You are likely to die, so live it up, but remember, try not to get the few females here pregnant, they are needed for war." He seemed irritated to be giving them this permission. Aeris was slightly red, as well as a few others around the room, it was an odd thing to say.

"The rest are in these documents. Try not to kill yourselves." He tossed the parchments to Walter, the paladin. "He'll be your leader. You listen to his orders, you do what he says, you follow him." A unanimous nod came from each person. "Do us proud. Outside are packs for your travel, and a map for your journey." The man turned on his heel and sat down in the chair at the back of the room. "What're you all still doin' here! Go on! Get!" The soldiers nodded, and embarked on their journey, solemnly passing through the beautiful war-room, and out into the sun-filled outdoors.

"Let's get moving." Walter's voice barked, it's harsh tone scratching at Aeris's ears. Without hesitation, and despite the man's voice, each obeyed his order and collected their pack, hefting it over his or her shoulder, and lining up. They began their march.
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Hours later, the moon peaking its one eye over the horizon, in the desolate entrance into the plaguelands, death and decay all around them, they set up a camp. Tents pitched and a fire started in the middle, they sat, staring at one another.

Walter took the initiative to speak, "Here's as good as any place. Let's get introductions out of the way." He glanced at those around him, "I'm Walter Sanguinar, a paladin." He nodded at each member in turn, his face was hidden by his helmet, a black full-face mask, which he had donned when they first entered dangerous territory.

The woman next to him, also helmeted, spoke up, "I'm Jennifer Sunwind, Walter's partner Paladin." She too gave the acknowledging nod to everyone. Both of their armor was black and red, matching the blood knight tabard they wore.

Aeris began without a moments hesitation, "I'm Aeris Hawkrider, a warrior." She smiled at everyone, most of which had a giggle hidden in their eyes. One man in the back couldn't seem to help himself, as he burst out laughing.

"Wait wait, you're the illustrious Air-head Cock-Rider?" His voice was as smooth as his appearance, auburn hair loosely drifting around his head. The grin on his face looked natural, as did the teasing in his eyes.

She glared back at him, as a few snickers were let loose through out the others. "That is what I've been called, though I can't fancy why. I'm not as stupid as you seem to be suggesting I am. And for all things good and righteous, I can't figure out who the hell decided to call me that second name!" She clenched and unclenched her fist.

"Well, that would be me, dear. It suddenly presented itself as an enjoyable nick-name to give to someone I knew, so I took the pleasure of christening that name unto you." Walter snickered a bit, removing his thick helmet, white locks drifting down to his mid-back.

"Thanks. I'll never hear the end of it now." She mumbled, shaking her head. The whole event had lightened the strained mood, and introductions passed more smoothly. Roul gave his name next, followed by the hunter Aeris had seen earlier, whose name was Loriel Firefriend, and her cat Teela. Next came the man who had laughed earlier, a rogue named Kor, and his friend Timothy, also a rogue, neither had a last name. Finally, the magister introduced himself as Paul, and the priest's name was Nathan.

With all introductions said and done, they dispersed to their tents, partner with partner, and slept away the night.
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Diluted sunlight filtered through the plague-smoke clouds onto the dead grass. Putrid corpses littered the ground, where they would rise once more. The air was rancid with the smell of decay and innards.

"Lovely." Loriel groaned, as they traversed the treacherous pathway through the eastern plagues. The occasional plant sprouted by the road, only to wither in the inhospitable land. They had yet to encounter any opposition, aside from the occasional wildlife. However, they were approaching Darrowshire, any area known for its war with the undead.

"We'll need to sneak around it, we can't fight that many undead." Kor stated, from his perch atop a dead tree. "There's over a hundred from what I see up here." He reinforced his earlier statement, as he swung down.

Walter gave a slight nod, and the group began the task of avoid the town. Carefully slinking at the edges, they quietly crossed from one building to the next, avoiding the ghouls and ghosts as best they could. Near the end of the town, they started to relax, which was a mistake. One of the undead spotted Jennifer, and screeched. Soon, the whole town was shambling toward them.

"Well. That went well." Kor remarked sarcastically.

"Run!" Walter shouted, swinging his arm to turn them, as they all took off in a sprint. The ground was suddenly filled with dead hands reaching up from their graves, they were treading on a long pathway of corpses. Swift dodges were getting them around this, but it was getting harder, and the undead from the town were closing quickly.

They didn't slow, their adrenaline kept them moving. Metal clanked and leather rustled, swords and bows and daggers jingled in sheathes as they were jostled. Packs bounced on backs as their ferocious retreat progressively took them through the plaguelands that were once Lordearon. Bolts of unholy energy flew past them, as did bones, and the occasional skull. However, they kept up the pace, all the way into the hillsbrad foothills they ran. Ran until grass shone under their feet, they did.

By the time the sun was at its apex, they were well into the foothills, and all sweating and panting heavily. "Huh. That was fun!" Aeris remarked, leaning on a tree for support. Taking a quick breather, each was propped against something, rocks, trees, anything able to support them, some lay on the ground.

"I think our definitions of fun are quite differing, partner." Roul sighed, wiping his brow.

"We... We should get moving." Walter panted out, his hands were resting on his knees as he lay against a tree.

"Right." Kor groaned, shaking his legs. "I suppose we should, don't want anything to sneak up on us here, like the Alliance." He joked this, but it was a real issue in these hills, where Southshore was so close. So after a moment, their march continued, through the autumn hills of Hillsbrad.
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Days later, they sat at the entrance into Menethil Harbor, squelching marshland all around them. The parchments they held gave them peaceful entrance into any alliance stronghold, by granting them illusions of Humans, and the 'Common' tongue.

Inside the gray stone walls, sat a thriving town. They could hear the bustling noises of people going from place to place, the sound of men and women purchasing at the market. The sun's beam was unhindered by clouds this day, and it shone down upon them with a bright light, but the air was cool, autumn was in its prime now. The blue sky swirled above as they took steps into the town.

Anxiety was built up in each, if their disguises didn't work, they would have to sleep outside with the crocodiles, again. And the last time, Paul almost lost his arm, and Roul his head. Slightly scared, but not hurt, the two suggested they try the next night in the town, and here they were.

They passed by the first set of guards without a hitch, a simple nod put them at ease. The second set gave no inclination of noticing them, except for a glare as they passed. And that was it. They were in the town. Breath held, they walked through the city, the stone path filled with cracks that grass grew up through it. Small bushes littered the area, and marshland seeped around the unpaved areas.

Slow steps took them past peering eyes, and into the inn. Inside, men drank and yelled and argued. No one seemed to notice the group, aside from the occasional man reaching to grope one of the women. No one made an aggressive move, on either end. The bartender traded a few words with them, and they were set up with the rooms at the top of the inn. Upstairs they changed into more social attire, to mingle. They were ahead of schedule due to the encounter in the plaguelands. And so they were taking a bit of a detour to enjoy themselves.

Downstairs they drank and jested with all of those around them. Aeris proved her worth, downing drinks with the best of them, and tossing the same bawdy jokes about that the men could. Loriel was the center of attention as she table danced, tossing about articles of clothing as she did so. Jennifer and Walter sat in the corner, their faces coated in mortification of what their 'trained' forces were doing.

The lynx was sitting outside the walls, patiently hunting, and awaiting its master.

Roul sat across from Aeris, as they began a drinking battle. Loriel had fallen over, barely in her underwear, on top of Kor and Timothy, creating another set of bawdy jokes. Ten drinks later, Roul was against the wall, groaning and trying to keep himself awake. Aeris was now only half dressed, breasts in full exposure, as she kissed with Loriel, much to the pleasure of the collective bar.

The two were tangled into each other, both topless, and both drunk. Their tongues swirled with each other, a duel of passion. Lips pressed against each other, hands drawing spiderweb patterns on backs. Aeris shifted her hand to the other girl's bust, rubbing it and pinching the nipple. The crowd cheered, and Loriel broke the kiss, only to start it again, but this time, with the tip of Aeris's boob. The warrior moaned as she felt the touch of  the huntresses' tongue's caress.

Her hand drifted down Loriel's back, and fiddled with the hem of her panties, tugging at them, pulling them around. It left her alone for a mere moment, before slamming down in a slap to the girl's rear. In response, Loriel bit Aeris's nipple, electing a yelp from her.

The whole bar was ensnared by the two's adventure. Loriel planted small kisses all up Aeris's neck, till she was sucking on her lower lip, moaning as she felt her breast getting worked. The two twisted for a moment, and came back together fully naked. Aeris slid on top of the older girl, grasping the smaller breast in her hand and roughly rubbing it, her other hand rubbing the inner thigh.

Loriel's hands were busy with the other girl's ass, rubbing it, and when she felt it, spanking her. They were lip-locked  once more, moans mumbled through it. Many men who had already drank to much had begun undoing the laces to their clothing, letting erect cocks flop out. This didn't distract the girls, until Aeris looked up, and saw her partner beat red, with a large bulge in his pants.

She beckoned him over, the sight had shocked him awake. He shakily walked toward her, and the two girls sat up on their knees, both with silly grins on their faces. Deftly they removed his pants and exposed his large dick. The bar looked on in anticipation, the sweaty men already at their own sex organs.

Both girls pressed their boobs against his cock, and locked lips over it, saliva dripping down onto the head. After a moment, Aeris pulled back and placed her mouth over his penis, sliding down the whole thing, and placing her face in between the other girl's breasts, sucking for a moment before going back up and making-out with Loriel once more. Moments later, it happened again, but this time Loriel went down on him. Together they did this until the man was fully hard.

They pushed him down onto his back, and Loriel slid up to his head, and rubbed her sex, directing him to it. As his tongue began to rub that, Aeris slid down onto his cock. Soft swirls of her tongue elected moans from him. When she came up, she spun her wet tongue around and around the tip, before sliding her mouth over it again. His own tongue was involved with Loriel's cunt, licking and penetrating it in his drunken mist. She had grabbed her own breast and was letting soft noises escape her throat.

The three continued this, as the men in the room began to relieve themselves, and their comrades shook their heads in disbelief. Roul suddenly groaned, and the explosion into Aeris's mouth caught her off-guard, and she pulled back, coating her face in semen, and catching some in her mouth. She lunged up and kissed Loriel, their tongues swirling in the sperm, till they separated once more, a thin strand of spit and semen hanging between them.

They swapped positions, both cunts now dripping with juices, Roul lapped at his partner's sex, drinking in the liquid. Her moans showed she definitely enjoyed it. Loriel wriggled on top of the man, aiming his dick to penetrate her pussy. Slowly she lowered herself onto the massive thing, moaning as it sunk into her. He groaned as he felt himself sink into the girl, her juices mixing with the saliva of Aeris's mouth.

He lifted his hand and sunk it into Aeris's cunt, two fingers at first, pushing them in and out rapidly, electing moans from her. Slowly he added a third finger. In and out, he rubbed her walls, spreading his fingers, and stuffing in a fourth, and then his whole hand. Aeris couldn't contain herself, moaning loudly and expelling more and more fluid, she gripped her boobs, rubbing them, pinching her own nipples.

Loriel was pumping up and down on his cock, electing her own moans and groans, feeling the thing press into her hole, she felt filled up to her stomach. And still she continued to try and fit more in. Hot sweat poured off of all three, and the squelching noises of the sex going on only excited everyone in the inn. Loriel was slamming down hard now, forcing him deep into her, over and over, and neither could take much more.

Aeris was on the verge of orgasm, as Roul pushed his arm up to the elbow into her. One last moan shook her, and she finally shouted in ecstasy, shaking with an orgasm, she collapsed.

The woman riding Roul gyrated her hips, as he brought his newly freed hand over to spank her, his other hand moving to grasp onto her waist, helping her pump. Suddenly, he grasped her with both hands, and lifted her up and off him, white seed shooting out and covering her dark-skinned body. That last push had given her all she needed, and she rocked with orgasm, collapsing in much the same way Aeris had.

And to top it all off, the men in the room found this to be the end of their rope, and soon ropes of their seed were shooting onto the girls. As the bar's exhausted patrons slumped in their chairs, Walter and Jennifer carried the three up to their rooms, shaking their heads, and snickering lightly, they'd have an interesting morning, tomorrow.