Chapter 16 - Problems and Missions, How Could This Get Worse?

The mob undulated in a wave around her. She knew they were closing in pretty tightly, and soon she wouldn't have any form of escape. Lucas was already drawing his weapon. She stayed his arm with her hand. "No, stop them if they plan on killing me, but let them take out what rage they have prejudiced against me." She replied to him, a stone set of features across her face.

Pulsating in a sudden wave, now strengthening their resolve, they pressed around her and hands reached out for her. Grabbing at air, her hair, and her body, they eventually forced her to the ground. From there, they gazed down upon her, unsure of what next to do. No one really wanted to kill her. Something was shouted from the back, and the rest of the crowd took up the chant. Aeris's rough Common understanding didn't give her the capability to discern the word when so many voices were yelling it at varying times and pitches, she couldn't make out the word.

However, it became apparent what was going to happen, and probably what the word was, when those grabbing fists started grabbing for her clothes. Ripping and shredding they tore the garments off of her body, and she lie exposed across the ground. Briefly the onslaught halted when she lay in nothing but panties, as the mob admired her body for a moment. But it was plain what the men wanted, Aeris could see it in the majority of their pants.

A fist ripped out the last garment she wore, and they forcibly spread her legs. She relaxed in the grip that they held her in, as she was lifted from the ground and spun into the air. Her breasts hung limp underneath her, and someone grasped Aeris from the knees, his member pressed against her lower stomach, rubbing against it. Her vision was abruptly obscured by another pole of meat in her face. She grumbled mentally about why stupid things always happened to her, and opened her mouth. She gave them no 'special' treatment. Simply let them have their way with her. Cocks sliding in and out of her cunt, pumping and pushing till they had a puddle of her fluids, cum, and theirs.

Her breasts rocked as they shoved against her flesh, trying to reach further than was possible. Her mouth was full of semen she didn't want there, and was constantly spitting it out, as another manhood would take the last one's place. Her face was rather irritated with the rest of the body, as it felt annoyed at having a crotch hitting it every thrust.

When finished, they pulled out and laid her down into the soaking pile of sex fluid, and she stared up at the sky, croaking out, "Is it finally over?" With sharp, jerking motions she lifted herself up on wobbly legs. The Rider caught her.

"I should hope so. That was painful to watch." He remarked, neutral again with his voice tone. Iron grip holding her up, he helped her hobble to a nearby docking section and wash off the cum. From there they drifted to a tailoring shop, where she got herself some new clothes.

The King had given her a large purse filled with gold, something she had never seen before in her life, and she was determined to spend some of it before she had to do any shit for anyone. And she was about fed up with doing everyone's shit. But she had to do it, for Roul.
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When she returned to the room that night, bored out of her mind, with one idea in her head. The Rider followed close behind, his glare daring anyone to come near her. "You're very anti-social, Lucas." Aeris remarked, as they stalked through the streets back to the 'Cell', as she had taken to calling it.

"Well, I wouldn't blame myself, after witnessing what had occurred earlier. Miss." He was always very formal and polite, even when being sarcastic. She grinned, though he couldn't see it. And they walked a few more steps in silence.

"I suppose not." She then pondered for a moment, halting in her advance, "Is Goldshire really as... Extravagant as its made out to be by so many people?" She inquired, turning to look at him, a smile dancing across her features. He shook his head once more.

"Looking to go to a bar known for its seedy behavior, just after what happened to you, and at NIGHT? Are you crazy?" His sounded quite exasperated by her idea. She thought it had sounded fun. The place was well known for its silly events and dirty people. Just the kind of amusing place she wanted to visit, and a bonus: It was a bar! "It is all that its made out to be, and more. If you really intend to visit, let us return to the room and prepare. It is quite the... Sight to see."

She nodded, glad he agreed to what she had said. And in silence they passed the minutes remaining to the Cell. And inside they dressed differently. Aeris donned black clothing, form fitting pants and a cylindrical top that exposed more skin than it needed to. A black cloak completed the silly outfit. Her Rider was dressed in black as well, but he always was, black pants and black shirt with sleeves touching his wrists. His ever present cloak was still turned up. She had yet to see it change from that position.
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The Bar was just as ridiculous as she had been told. Naked women danced on tables all over, men cheered at them, tossing about drinks and beer. Off in the corners, some serious patrons discussed something serious. Seriously serious and not seriously stupid, like the majority of the inn. At the bar rested Aeris and her Guardian, drinking in moderation and just enjoying the good feeling air flying around.

Aeris enjoyed watching the more focused people, attempting to discuss matters they found important. The blazing fire was a hot spot for them, and they spoke to each other in soft tones, except for three idiots in the left corner of the fire place. They were the stupidest acting of all the serious patrons. Two Night Elves and one of those blue things that Aeris didn't remember the name of.

They were juggling around vials of some purple fluid, and the female Night Elf was lunging for them, while the Blue Goat-Woman was making an action of pouring it on her or the other, male, Elf. Aeris wondered what they were up to. She had her own hood on, from her cloak, so as not to draw attention, so she wouldn't be invading on them any time soon, but it was still curious.

One vial tipped over. The blue thing started cackling as the liquid sprayed across the female Elf, who had collected the majority of the bottles. A look of horror crossed her face. She fumed at the... Draenei! Aeris nodded as she remembered what the space-goats were.

She was obviously irate about the potion spilling, but no immediate effects were present. She looked the same, if not wet, and nothing seemed to be happening quickly. The Male had asserted himself, arms lifting up the woman, attempting to calm her in his grip. Aeris decided they were mates. The woman made odd, cat sounds in response, sticking her tongue out. Aeris looked at the Rider.

"Is that... Normal?" She ventured, gesturing at the odd act occurring before her.

"Nope."

She nodded, looking at the group some more. The Night Elves began to leave. A sudden wash of water hit both as they were exiting, from no noticeable source. But the Draenei began laughing some more at the predicament. A third Night Elf woman was watching them, rubbing her temples. She shook her head and attempted to look disengaged from them.

The Two departing finally exited the inn. "C'mon, I wanna see what they're up to!" Aeris grinned like a child in a candy store, pulling at the sleeve of the man. He rolled his eyes without anyone noticing, and let her take himself outside. Together they haunted the two as they exited up into the mountains.

They started speaking as they reached the small hilly-mountains that rested next to Northshire.

"C'mon Barr!" The Female whined, her ashen hair bouncing in a pony tail behind her, gray eyes peering up at the male. "Don't do this! Its embarrassing, and it hasn't taken effect yet!" She complained.

"I was going to do this anyone, the potion is just an excuse, pet." He replied, he laid her down and his body rippled. A naga stood before them now. Its body was filled out, and not one, but two cocks hung from its pelvic area. A grin, or what you could call that from a naga, rested across his features.

"Boo. I shouldn't have ever formulated this stupid potion." She remarked, folding her arms and looking out behind herself, avoiding eye-contact with the naga.

"Your aphrodisiac is quite infamous around here, though. And has been the cause for many a good times recently." He countered.

Aeris turned to Lucas, "What's that word he used? Aphro-maniac?"

The Rider slapped a palm onto his forehead. "Its an aphrodisiac. Its... A sex potion, pretty much summed up." He replied, shrugging his shoulders.

She nodded, and diverted her attention back to the two, who had begun their actions already. She had stripped and was servicing both of the tools, one with her mouth and one with her generous breasts. They began hardening as she pumped faster and faster. Aeris didn't know what she was doing, but it was obviously working, by the sound echoing from the beast.

Eventually odd black snake-like mandibles came out of him and lifted her and turned her about. Two shifted to play with her breasts, bouncing them and rubbing them. One had taken residence in her mouth, since it was now open. Another one stretched out her lower holes in preparation for the two-cocked creature.

It slipped inside her cunt, its thin structure earning him moans, until the two thick weapons were plunged inside her. At that point he gave up on her, and started ramming away, stretch marks in her stomach where the beast went to far inside her. Both were in different holes. By the sound and look of things, this was a regular occasion for them.

The finish came rather quick, and quite the firework set. He came inside her, and it shot out around the edges where she couldn't take anymore, and all the other tentacles fired off rounds on and inside her, and the two cocks removed themselves, and they continued shooting off cum, drenching the girl in white clouds. A new york firetruck lived in that man, it would seem.

She giggled about the experience and curled up on the ground, relaxing.

Aeris suggested that they leave before either noticed them. Lucas agreed.

They departed quickly.
(A quick interjection, that part was actually an RP between my friends and I. Well, minus Aeris and Lucas's part in it. But the Draenei (Velnari), Barr(Barricade), and the girl (Evé) were all us.)
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Dawn came all to soon for the weary Aeris. Roul was asleep still. He had been so when she had returned from the interesting night out in the forest. She alerted The Rider to status update, more mockingly than for real, and woke the Doctor. He had been doing his studies based on her day-to-day behavior. Which Aeris found difficult since it had been only one day, but the man had composed a huge chart that told plenty about Aeris that was true. None of it useful, however.

Lucas grabbed her arm as she finished dressing, "You're wanted, along with me and the other Riders, in the SI:7 building. I'll take you there. Dress in the armor that was delivered here while we were out. Its in a package in your dresser." Aeris marveled at how he knew all this. Unless he hadn't slept and had been rifling through all her things while she was asleep. Now that was a frightening thought.

She pushed it aside, and nodded at him. Retrieving the bundle of armor, that looked the same as the other Rider's, she re-dressed. In the Cell's main room, dressed in her battle gear with her hood flicked up, she nodded at Lucas. She saw why they kept the hoods up. Magic threads had been imbued into the clothing when weaved. It gave a sort of display. She could see information based on what she knew. If she looked at Lucas, she saw his name over his body, and a small highlight of him fully. More little bars and things she didn't quite know what did rested around her vision. They moved when she moved. She could get used to this thing.
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Inside the stowed away building, the four Riders sat with a man dressed in Rouge's clothing. Two steel daggers glinted from his side. He had been droning on about something that only vaguely interested Aeris. She listened enough to understand who she was after, what she was supposed to do, and how. Her ears perked up after a little bit, when a new word popped up. It was "Master Plan," and she listened at this point.

"As you know, your target is the in the Horde controlled Area of Tristfal Glade. You know its an Undead named Marianne. This is how its going to happen. WAr will charge in, magic flaying alive, or dead as the case is, anything moving around the area, attracting attention. Famine will ride in from the other direction, bow unleashing all hell upon them. Death and Pestilence will ride through the middle, hopefully undetected up until reaching the household of our target. She will likely be confused at what is occurring. Take the initiative and kill her quickly."
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Screams echoed in the unseeable right side of Aeris's vision. On Horseback she rode, a bow in her hands. She liked the bow, though she wasn't as proficient with this as she was her spear. Loosing arrows when she could she struck down a number of fleeing undead, and they crumpled into heaps, finally in peace. Ahead loomed the fancy, gothic mansion of Marianne. Aeris lit one of the arrows on fire and loosed it quickly.

Arcing through the air like a meteor, it descended upon the house, lighting it aflame. Lucas nodded to her, and the two leapt off their horses, which vanished from the field as quickly as they had arrived, and they bolted for the door. Inside, the two busted in, and the fire was steadily making its way around. Weapons drawn they ran for her sleeping chambers.

Inside she rested on a small, though luxurious appearing, bed. She looked at them when they entered. Her hands were already working magic, and bolts flew at them from her finger tips. Aeris grinned. They had been preemptive with her, both for her natural advantage of being a Hybrid with increased capabilities and latent abilities, but also by equipping her with a spear energized with reverberating sound.

She removed the weapon from her back and twirled it, a soft noise hummed in the air around them. The spear would launch waves of energy to tear through what it made contact with. Her body shifted to a blur, and she was close enough to fire off the spear.

Aeris swung it downward in a heavy arc, and the wave of sound was unleashed, shredding the bed and cleanly splitting the undead in half. She nodded, feeling a little bit of justice. The woman had eaten well over a hundred children, and fed on them daily.

They exited quickly.
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"You'll be doing it a lot more. Get used to the random calls." Lucas's voice was a solid in her world now. If it wasn't there, she knew something was up. Or that he was going to the bathroom, one or the other. They stuck side-by-side as partners, as she had once done with Roul.

But Roul had gone missing weeks ago, during an assault by a group of Horde, attempting to reclaim Aeris. They had been beaten back easily, and Roul had been on the front lines. His body was missing, they didn't know what had happened to him.

Aeris had been distraught about that, but attempted to keep that fact under wraps. She needed to not give a single person any handle hold on her life. She was determined to remain in control always. From now on, she did what she wanted. Except when she had to do a mission.
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The troupe of Blood Elves was careless, though Aeris as the four stalked through the bushes, following the cavorting idiots. They rollicked and roiled as they rambled on, loud and obnoxious. "Famine, bolt to the left. War, right side." The two nodded and shifted to their respective sides, and began unloading magic and devastation upon the unsuspecting troops.

However, they were not as unprepared as the Four Riders had expected. In fact, they were already mounting a counter attack, and arrows were vollyed at the Horsemen. They narrowly avoided death, but did not fail to continue their onslaught of fire.

Death glared with a gaze that could cause death, it would seem to those entrapped by its darkness. "Get Ready, Pestilence. Strike only after it seems they're winning." Death knew that they were going to get pushed back, these Blood Elves were prepared, but Aeris was more than they had planned to handle.

His scythe flashed out, and he reaped his name upon them. Blood and limbs flew from everyone as steel flashed and magic ran amok.

Death fell back, too many enemies upon him. War and Famine were also dwindling in assault as they were running to often. Aeris snapped out a smirk, and smashed the spear down, shooting off a shock wave that alleviated the pressure on Famine. She nodded thankfully to Aeris. Then, charging in like a warrior, she began to rend apart those chasing War, tearing into enemies.

With a grateful nod from War, she focused on aiding Death, who was holding his own amongst the enemies surrounding him. She leapt into the air and descended like an angel of death herself, slicing apart the soldiers with intense speed.

Despite the dent in the numbers they put after Death was free, they seemed to keep coming.

Aeris spied someone shouting orders. She bolted through the crowd, zigzagging around enemies that tried to attack her as she ran by. Into an eye of calm she entered, and she found two Blood Elves issuing commands. They both turned to face her. Aeris froze.

Roul gazed back at her, face steel. He turned to his counterpart and nodded. "Too little, too late. And down falls the Pestilence." He remarked. Steel split his stomach, his partner had jabbed him through with a short sword. Aeris gazed in horror, falling to her knees. Roul grinned wickedly. She watched him fall from the blade, eyes rolling back into his head. Life fading from his form.

Aeris went cold inside. Betrayed by Roul? No! Betrayed by Roul and then he committed Suicide to force her into a depression and be incapable of combat? No! Yes! She argued with her self as the world began to fade. In the background she heard someone shouting her name. A man, she saw a flash of steel, and she faded to the dark around her.