She felt unpleasantly bloated with Ian continuing to shove his shaft into her, forcing as much of his seed he could into her warmth. Alynia came as he did, and both of their essences dripped from her abused flower staining disheveled sheets.

Torrents of his release flooded into her core and squirted onto her spent form. She was partially disgusted and partially filled with fear and dread. There was so much of it covering her. Alynia could feel the liquid seeping down her inner thighs. A pitiful sob choked in her inflamed throat. Tears welled up at the thought of bearing Ian's child. But there was nothing left to do.

She could not move nor speak.The intensity of her climax left her short of breath. Her chest heaved with each gasp for air as her body basked in the aftermath of euphoria. Her skin shined with perspiration, but she did not glow as she did with her king.

Alynia was still as Ian dismounted her, fixing himself up slightly. She lied with her hands still bound, obediantly and conquered. From the corner of her eyes, she could just barely see what Ian was doing. With a painful glance at the calling stone, silent tears once again began to fall. Turbulent feelings of guilt and shame muddled her thoughts. Alynia could not think straight, she didnt want to think at all.

She drank from the ornate goblet of aphrodisiac without any protest, only emphasizing her crushed spirit. Alynia couldn't even find the will to respond to Ian's smug taunts. She felt hollow, not too different from the few years ago when she had thought Oberron had been assassinated.

She cried as she drank, fresh tears rolling quietly down her cheeks as the goblet was emptied down her throat. It took only a few moments for the lust to once again kindle. A soft tired moan fluttered off her heart shaped lips. A defeated sigh of agony, a sweet bitter sound calling for mercy.

Ian responded to her desolate plea by picking up the dagger and driving down into that pillow, only inches away from her head. Alynia yelped out sharply with fear, jerking her head away from the blade. It took a second for her to recognize he had not actually pierced her as she looked up at him with a doe-eyes expression of terror. Her heart raced as she hyperventilated slightly. Alynia had never been so close to death.

He seized her chin tilting her head slightly to force her into a rough but heated lip lock. Alynia let him do what he wanted... What more was she than a slave at this point? Soft whimpers went from her lips into his as a large hand ran down her naked side. Fearful shivers went up her soine to his touch. But he did not move to defile her again.

She was limp as he manipulated her legs, spreading them out and tying them up once more. A blush crawled on her tear soddened face, forcing to display her body in such a way once more. The humilation still effected her in this way.

"A-AH!" She cried out loudly as Ian gave her engorged button a well placed flick. To her embarressment a bit more of her nectar squirted out. Her body writhed violently under such a simple stroke, there was no way she was in ang state to service any goblins no matter how her body desired it.

Atleast, to her great relief, Ian left taking the calling stone with him. Now she cried, letting out the tears like she hadn't for a very long time. Her arousal boomed, but Alynia had no strength to fight against the coarse ropes biting into her skin. She had no strength to do anything except weep. So that's what she did while awaiting her horrible fate to be brutally taken by the denizens of the camp.

But they did not come. Still burning with lust, Alynia fell asleep crying. Her dreams were haunted with visions of Ian, wargs, and goblins.

She was woken up by the sounds of a goblin. Her head throbbed, and her muscles were sore from being in the same position for so long. Alynia understood the goblin's mixed Fey and Goblinese but she only nodded in return. There was no resistance as he untied her from the bed and retired her wrists behind her back. She was still aroused from the wine from last night, but Alynia did well to keep herself together. She could only hope Bug didnt plan on relieving her longing for her.

"W-what are you doing with me?" Alynia whispered hoarsely taking her chances with he supposedly silver Fey language. She didnt believe she could convey what she wanted through uses the limited words in the goblin language. "Please d-don't take me like last night." She pleaded, hoping with all her heart he understood and sympathized with her.

Carefully and slowly, with her tied hands now pressed together behind her back, Alynia tried to rub emerald ring her beloved Oberron had bestowed on her so long ago.

Combined juices flowing out of her core he grins down upon her prone form making a few more sudden thrusts before slipping out of her. She oozes the access of their joining onto the sheets unable to contain all of him though he's fairly certain that she has taken enough of his essence within her to do as he desires though he does not truly understand the way Mead works yet he would do this to her as often as it took and it would be his pleasure in doing this.

Her tears of defeat told him of her defeat. She knew what had happened. No doubt she was dreading the new found life within her, though she still had time she was still safe at least for now. If she were his prisoner long term though that was not likely to be the case for long, however.

No glow, not that he expect one. She cut a cute figure laying there in her shame covered and filled with his juices, her perspiration. The knowledge that she had not lain with her King had been most rewarding.

He took delight in these little tortures, in displaying the Calling Stone which had been deliberate on his part. Her defeat had been complete at this stage though and he had no problems in her consuming the offered wine this time around which told him how defeated that she was at this stage. No words of protest, no begging, she knew what awaited her soul she resist him. He waited for her to make that wine disappear before he continued on with her torment of course.

Another gin at the look of fear. He still had use for her, at least for now even if she was a traitor. Even is she betrayed a promise. He made her pay for that though. Whether here, at Avalon or back home he would fine her of course. It was utterly hopeless …

He had not defile her further, for now he had been content seeing those fresh tears spilling down her cheeks did something of course. He relished in her pain, in her heart ache more so than he would have back on their Shadow for if she had kept to the promise that their parents made he would have still been rough with her but certainly not as cruel.

Ian thought his cruelty was justified, that he was certainly making her pay for those erroneous choices that she made along the way.

He touched her know, letting the Aiwha take hold, letting the desire build a little before he once bound her legs in such a humiliating fashion. Spread eagle, anyone would have easy access to her should they have wanted it.

Ian flicked her clit to get a response from her. He was cruel but there were limits to it too. In an odd way he loved her too even if that clashed against the hatred that he had for some of her actions. Ian was far more complicated though most would judge him as rather simple at face value.

So no goblins came, yet he did not either leaving her with this constant yearning that had followed her into sleep influencing her dreams though even without the wine her mind would have conjured up darker dreams on this night.

“Cleaning you. Orders.” Bug being a goblin didn't mind filt though. He checked her bonds to ensure that they were tight then scoffed at her words. “What you humans do I do not care. You are unattractive and already broken so they would be no pleasure in it. Perhaps if you had some spirit left I would consider it but you do not have to worry about that.”

Nothing from the ring though. Either word did not reach Oberron about her disappearance yet and he was still on Llynoria for it probably still had yet to be discovered that she was missing being early morning or a worse thought – Oberron no longer cared what befell her and deliberately remained here so she couldn't use it, essentially abandoning her.

In either event the large goblin escorted her to a stream. The goblins had cute a crude path to it so they could fetch water.

“I am going to untie you now. Run and you die. Remove your clothes and jewelry, and put this on.” He unfolded a garment from his pocket which magically unfolded revealing a simple brown dress. He glanced down her body, just the night gown, no shoes so if she ran she couldn't get too far bare footed.

So far Bug was understanding her well enough understanding at least enough fey big words that could be used in lieu of goblin words were there was a lack for them. She was untied to clean herself though Bug cautiously watched her without putting that blade away.

Alynia blinked in a strange sense of relief. There was still a prickling sensation of arousal in the pit of her core but she was glad the goblin had no intention of taking her or harming her as long as she did not promote it herself. After spending so long with the Fey, and such a dreadful night with Ian, admittedly it was strange to be called unattractive. Still, it was the differences is their culture that would perhaps spare her from an even more demeaning fate.

As she was led to stand, and her fingers came together so she could rub the emerald encrusted band her king had given her, a downfallen expression crossed momentarily over her features in that nothing happened. She was still standing in the breezy pavilion wearing a skimpy and torn night gown. Either Oberron was still Llynoria or he... he had truly abandoned her. Alynia shook her head, refusing to believe in the latter. The first was more likely anyway, but then there was the chance of both being true. Tears prickled the corners of her eyes as she blinked wearingly to fend them off.

It was light outside, but the sun was not shining. Instead there seemed to be a layer of clouds, a curtain of light grey mist covering the sky. The quiet kind of weather one would get before rain. Perhaps it was so early in the morning the sky itself had not yet awaken. Perhaps it was Oberron's doing... After all it was he who controlled the storms.

The poor girl let out a small painful sigh, unable to think of anything else besides her king, and how dearly she missed him. Even more so because there was still the small flame of arousal inbetween her thighs. Just what would Alynia do with herself if Oberron left her? She couldn't bear to think of what life would be like if she was forced to be with Ian.

It certainly seemed like it was early. Most goblins, besides the one urging her along seemed to be asleep. Some sprawled about on the ground in the open, others inside small, shabby tents. It was a good thing because Alynia didn't fancy being seen in such an unpresentable state in broad daylight.

It seemed that Bug was leading her to a small pathway, leading off into the forest. She follows hesitantly, more than curious as to where they were going. The uneven dirt ground hurt her feet, especially when she stepped on a small pebble or two. The grass was slightly damp wih dew and tickled at her ankles. Various branches and foliage scraped at her sides, snagging at what little cloth she had left covering her body.

The short journey felt much longer than it really was, but eventually the trees cleared way to a slow running stream. It was probably the same stream she and Oberron had strode along while searching for Mezzo, just in a different section of the forest. Now that she thought about it... Back then Mezzo had gotten into a fight with other goblins... Was it possible it had been the same camp she was in right now? As Alynia tried to piece together a possible location she had barely recognized that the black goblin was speaking to her.

She blinked not hearing him the first time. "W-what?" Alynia spoke to him in Fey. She was much more comfortable in this tounge rather than goblin.

As Alynia understood his words, she nodded fearfully. Running hadnt even occured to her at this point. Having no clue where she was, there was little chance she would get anywhere. She was untied, and it seemed he was going to let her clean herself. Alynia blushed as she took off the remains of her gown, standing in the nude. She assumed it didn't matter much anymore, she had already bared herself infront of a much more disgusting creature. Alynia ignored what the goblin mentioned about jewelry, in the back of her mind trying to remember whether or not her earrings were invisible.

Her nipples stood firm to the cool, crisp morning air as she waded into the stream infront of her, turning her backside to the goblin on shore. "C-cold!" She exclaimed in fey as her feet stepped into the flowing current. She went into the water until it was up to mid thigh level. Though it was embarressing that Bug, or anyone around infact, could see her entire body, Alynia decided it was simply too cold to go any deeper.

She washed herself with haste, stooping down to cup water to pour on her tarnished skin. Her hands rubbed all over her form until she was confident every in of her skin had been exposed to water. It felt amazing to be cleaning the crusted semen and cum off of her inner thighs, where she paid special attention to make sure none of Ian's essence remained.

If it had been another species watching her, it would have been a rather erotic show as Alynia massaged herself, examining the marks of her backside and the bruises on her hips. Her hands rubbed her tender breasts gently and even breifly ran over her abused flower as she cleaned more intimate areas of herself.

Finally she cupped some water in her palm and raised it to splash over her hair and face, repeating the process a few time until her hair was wet and her face felt reasonably fresh. Thankfully the cool water seemed to be diminishing some effects of the Aiwha wine, just enough so that Alynia couldn't get carried away with herself.

Using both her hands to wring out her long, thick hair, Alynia stepped back onto the bank where Bug had been waiting for her with a dagger in hand. She took the crude brown dress eagerly. It was a lot shorter than she'd have liked as the corner of her bottom still peeked it from underneath. Bt what could she expect? She was the prisoner of a goblin camp. At this point havig any kind of clothing at all was truly a luxury for her.

"Thank you." Alynia muttered quietly in Fey, for no such words existed for Goblins. Even in a situation like this, Alynia couldn't help but be polite.

To most goblins she was ugly. The appeal in taking her would be to horrify her or break her and Bug could see that neither would phase her as much now than they would in the future. Perhaps the only goblin that saw her as an angel was Mezzo. To him she had been the sweetest thing and not some devil but a godsend. It was rare that the Gods would spare a goblin but on that day they had at least they did through her.

Mezzo had dedicated himself fully, and in fact the two had managed to hit it off quit well up to this point. She had wondered exactly where this infatuation ended. Did it cross the lines of friendship, did he see her as attractive? Did he want her in the way that a man wanted a woman or was he just grateful to be alive and paying her back as best as he could at this point.

Bug had either not noticed or cared about the fresh tears that brimmed up ready to fall as he lead her from that tent. He was unaware of the ring and what she had tried to do. Nor had he realized what had been going through her mind.

She was wrapped up with wonder. Was this an early morning sky? Was it going to rain because Oberron missed her while she was away or had he been saddened at what had happened last night? Perhaps he was only receiving word of the news now for whatever reason. If he had heard it last night then surely their would have been a storm then? Unless he had only heard a portion of what happened last night before having his stone cut off. Maybe he didn't concern himself with it more than usual but knew that it was necessary and didn't charge to her rescue this time. There were so many reasons behind different possibilities though she could never be certain.

He was slow in responding to her. He did not have a great command of the fey language but knew enough words to dope it out. He answered in goblin mixing words with fey on occasion when the proper words were not in existence.

Her earrings were visible though both her rings, the one that allowed her to whisk to Oberron's side and the one that turned aside magic were invisible. So if she were going to use the earrings now seemed to be her last chance. One summoned Oberon, the other Corte. Even if Oberron was upset with her would Corte ignore her? Maybe if he were ordered to. Even then she hoped that he would defy any orders to abandon her.

“Don't care,” Bug answered. If she wanted to stay dirty so be it, he didn't care nor did he react to her nipples growing hard. He only watched her in so much that she did not attempt to run.

Even for Bug it was a bit erotic. She was ugly, but enticing. He watches, under orders not to touch her unnecessarily any more than he had too. So he takes in the sight though he does wind up having fantasies of a goblin woman doing what she was doing, someone a bit more attractive, and shorter and green skinned perhaps.

The clothes were a tad too small sized for an elf. When she returns Bug hops off of a rock he had been sitting on though there was no towel to dry off with before hand save for the tatters of her night gown if she chose to use it.

That day was quiet for her. She was lead back to the camp and placed in that large tent. She had been tied up again until they got back to the camp at least were she were freed from such restraints.

“Ian was called on ahead of us but he left me with orders. You are confined to this tent. The only goblins you will see from hence forth until we leave will be myself and the goblin that will come with meals.”

He checks the tent taking anything that could be used as a weapon and spending a moment at the chest.

“I am going to sleep. Call the guard if you need them.”

Unless Alynia tries anything she is left to explore the tent. There is a table, a few stools, the broken bed. In the chest are a few bottles of Aiwha (some remains out on the table), some goblets, maps of the region with an area circled, perhaps where they were given that they were still fairly close to the Marquis castle.

Bug already took the weapons here but there are some extra clothes for a man, some food too, mostly fey bread that could staff off hunger with a single piece for days. She spends only a little time there before breakfast is given to her, the cooks use to a human schedule now. It is bland but she's had worse given that it's simply scrambled eggs and some juices. Lunch is much better. The meat, whatever it was, had been tender some sort of pulled pork BBQ. There weren't any side dishes though. No vegetables at all … she is given some wine for a drink though it isn't Aiwha but some safer elven blend.

When Bug sees her that evening it is time to go. Ian is busy thwarting would be rescuers at this stage but it was clear that the camp as breaking.

“We have other means of travel ...” Bug leads her to the dire bat from the other night. “Get on, we'll get there ahead of the others.” Other goblins were saddling up, they would not be traveling alone.

Alynia let her mind wander as she was allowed bliss of bathing. Gradually scrubbing away the remains of last night, all under the watchful glance of the black shadow goblin. Alynia found it difficult to ignore the sharp stare of the creature's beady eyes, but she rinsed herself with the cool stream water until the only remaining blemish were the light purple bruises forming on her hips.

Stepping back on shore, her skin was glistening with droplets of water trailing down her body, outlining her contours, dipping into the valley of her hills. Her breasts stood firm and pert after the exposure to cool water. Alynia was purely a wonder to look at when she was nude, especially after a dip in a cold stream. .

Unaware that she had perhaps even aroused a goblin (atleast to the extent a nongoblin could anyway), Alynia slipped on the brown dress without drying herself off. She had not thought of using the shatters of her nightgown as a towel and thus left it strewn on the ground where she had stripped.

Alynia was tied again, and lead as a prisoner back to the camp. Luckily, it was still considered early by goblin standards so not many of them were up and about. Just a few more than before she left, but the ones that did see her sniggered derisively. Alynia kept her humilated gaze to the ground, how humiliating it was to be lead around with her hands tied by a goblin.

The girl was shoved back into the tent and her guard promptly left to resume sleeping after clearing the tent of any weapons. The only thing Bug found that could have been potentially dangerous was a spare sword Ian must have left behind.

Alynia watched as the black goblin retreated, and began by giving the tent a more thorough search for anything of use. She thought about putting on a pair of Ian's pants, but decided against it. Wearing his clothes so casually in such a situation just seemed wrong. It didnt feel right. So Alynia kept on the uncomfortable brown shirt aswell instead of digging out a softer cotton shirt from Ian's drawers.

Alynia studies the maps and recognizes the Marquis's territory. Though she felt slightly hopeful that perhaps the red circles denotated where the camp was located, Alynia wasn't too sure it would be a wise plan to try and run away.

She also takes care to search in the chest Ian kept most of his possessions in. She uncorked a bottle of Aiwha and proceeded to dump the contents onto the dirt floor, watching the red liquid gradually seep off into the earth. She did this to the rest of the wine in Ian's chest, hopefully preventing him from drugging her again. The fumes are sweet, and slight aphrodisiac but not nearly as devestating as ingesting the the nectar directly. So even though Alynia's body felt pleasantly warm, it was certainly bearable.

She spent the rest of the day thinking, trying to draw out a plan, and eating when someone came with food. The cooking here wasnt awful, especially not to her empty stomach, but she felt bad for the goblin put in charge of trying to imitate Ian's previous lifestyle. Alynia ate the food graciously wanting to save up strength as she ruminated.

She was sent here to find out what the witch sat out to accomplish... And it was by cruel fate she had ran into Ian as well. She debated using her earrings, ordering Corte to find a way to get her out of there but after some thought Alynia convinced herself not to. She told herself that she had to have been over the worse of it. How could Ian make life worse for her than the previous night?

Also, in the back of her mind, Alynia didn't feel ready for face her husband yet. The thought of returning haunted her...Hehad the power to execute her if he wished. Alynia gulped a nervous hand running over her neck. But even worse than that, he had the power to break her heart. If Oberron chose to discard her, perhaps that would be worse than death.

So she decided to continue with the mission, find out Martsen's plans so atleast if she ever went back to Oberron she would have some information. The mission would not have been an entire mistake.

The sky gradually got darker until it was the active tome for goblins. It was not until late evening she was spoken to, by the same goblin that had kidnapped her. He lead her back onto a giant bat, and ordered her to climb on. Alynia did with hesitation... She wasnt wearing underwear as the goblin had not given her any undergarments to wear. It was strange to be sitting on the warm creature with no fabric in between the two. Alynia shuddered at the feeling. Her legs splayed on either side of the bat, she felt a bit exposed especially as Bug climbed on behind her. Alynia closed her eyes, trying to conjure up a pair of panties, or at least summon them from her home.

Her concentration was abruptly interrupted as the Bat lurched in to motion lifting off the ground. Alynia squeaked clutching to the bat as tightly as she dared, preparing herself for an awkward and uncomfortable flight.

Bug observed her casually from his place. This had been better than he had realized initially. She was putting on quite the show, though even so he had no desire to rape her. He was under orders to watch out for her and not do so, but she was already broken so there was no fun there. There were other Shadow goblins here, watching, making sure that she did not try to run. They had been hidden as a precaution, an Ace up Ian's sleeve so to speak.

But Alynia cleaned herself and even Bug thought she looked better now. She was still ugly though. At least now if he put a bag over her head he might consider fucking her. She had cut quite the figure while standing there though with the water trickling down her exposed body. The erotic display and now this gave him a semi erection though he was still under orders, till thought she was ugly and there were witnesses should he disobey orders so he stuck with the initial plan.

Humiliated she was lead back to the camp though at least she was not paraded to the camp. He was left to her own devices after the tent was checked for any real weapons. Bug had not bothered with less obvious ones like a broken bottle not because he thought that he wouldn't consider it it was merely ineffective. Besides with a bit of cleverness just about anything could be used as a weapon.

Clearly it was either an oversight on his part or Bug was suppose to take the bottles. He had but the three of them and thus there was little risk that Alynia would find herself drugged like that in the near future but would that dissuade Ian or encourage him to make her pay. Fortunately Ian had been recall at the moment.

She planned and gave thought to her next move. If she tried to escape the the rape would have been for naught. It was an unspoken risk after all. She thought that the camp was within that red circle on the map somewhere but she did not know precisely where that was.

She did have most of the day to plan, though one thing was that she should never count Ian out. Right now she was just receiving a little brake though Ian probably, maybe hopefully, got validation to what had displeased him getting a few promises from her lips. Whether or not she would follow through of course was up to her …

She decides to stick out the mission. Perhaps she wished to procrastinate in seeing her husband. In putting this off as long as possible. Besides, what information had she uncovered? That Ian was a dick? That was no surprise about her former fiance though now he was her fiance yet again …

But as bad as Ian was the witch was worse. The flight was swift, the dire bats cutting across the sky. At one point she could see the castle off in the distance though by now Oberron must have realized that she had been kidnapped. Was he still on Llynoria though? Was it his intent to tell her it was over by making her suffer more? But to find out meant aborting the mission too.

When the bats landed there was little doubt where she was now. The goblin Warrens in the Western portion of the forest. The trees looked gnarled and dark, the goblins about the interior of the cave wear green for the most part though she had seen and assortment of colors. Some black, Zog's assassins and guards, some red skinned from the mountains she thought … one white one? An arctic goblin? Here? And there were some blue skinned ones from Mezzo's tribe or similar water faring clams.

She was lead to a large chamber where two large black skinned guards were dragging an old woman from the room. Several green skinned goblins were hear, guards she though though was that Tog? No he had a facial tattoo … Zog, the middle child she remembered from her lessons. He was the second goblin triplet, she was meeting them in reverse order she realizes yet to meet the chief of the greatest goblin nation of the modern era.

With the goblins was a raven haired woman though she appeared young there was no telling how old given the porcelain mask she wore though she could feel the woman's utter hatred for her. He nods and one of the goblins approaches with a jasper encrusted collar that they place on her unless she resists, not that that would do much good.

The forest had healed brilliantly since the days under Sable's reign, but there were sections of the forest that refused to be as green as the rest. Oberron had assured her that certain areas in Llynoria were never as splendid due to the consistent use of black magic, dark energies Alynia liked to call "voodoo" when she wasnt taking things too seriously.

Alynia's gaze wandered wistfully from side to side with a troubled nervous expression etched onto her fair features. The trees seemed spooky. Thier dark and gnarled branches reached at her like brittle pointy hands. She shivered, it seemed a lot colder here than in the camp she was originally held in. Goose bumps ran along her arms. Her heart was beating loud in her ears as she was lead by her goblin gaurd into a damp dark cave.

Goblins and wargs were easy to spot, an abundance of wild creatures around every corner. The majority were green, though scattered among them was a plethora of colors. Occasionally, Alynia saw a blue goblin, and her heart could not help but think back to her sweet Mezzo.

A quiet heart wrenching sigh fluttered off her lips when she was finally lead into a rather large chamber. She could see just well enough from the torches that lit this portion of the cavern. She could not find a place to rest her eyes as they glanced around anxiously before resting on the floor. What were they waiting for?

Her question was quickly answered as from another entrance two goblins dragged in an old woman. Alynia blinked rather confused... Who was she? And what was she doing here? Her heart panged with empathy, she really hoped that old lady was alright.

Several goblins had followed behind the elderly woman. Alynia squinted her eyes trying to see better and her eyes widened slightly believing she recognized one of the green figures. Tog? No it was Zog who was clearly distinguishable though his facial tattoo. She instinctively shrunk back a bit fully knowing he was dangerous.

She expected Ian to be there, but looking around he was not present. But certainly there was one more denizent. Alynia guessed that she was human and female, though that was all she could deduce for the black haired lady was wearing a porcelain mask. Alynka shuddered, this must be the witch. The mask gave her a mysterious creepy aura causing the queen to shift her gaze. It made her feel uncomfortable looking into the unchanging expression for so long.

What was this feeling? Alynia coul feel the witch's piercing glare without even seeing her face. Hatred? Anger? What reason had Alynia given the witch to hate her already?

While she was busy trying to ignore the horrible sensations running up her spine, Alynia felt a hand tug at the end of her terribly fitting attire, and the queen was promptly forced onto her knees so that a goblin could fit her with a ornate collar. It appeared that he could not reach Alynia's neck while she was standing. Alynia struggled briefly, trying to pull away defiantly but she was easily restrained as two other goblins immobilized her arms just until the collar snapped in place.

Alynia blushed with the collar on, feeling like some kind of pet. A hand wandered up running her fingers along the band testingly tugging on it to see how secure it was. Unfortunately it seemed very fastened.

Alynia tilted her head up again, willing herself to gaze into the holes of the dreadful porcelain mask wher edge was certain two eyes were glaring back. Alynia tried not to fidget as she refused to break the tense silence that formed around them.

There was a chill here that permeated this section of the forest due to the practice of dark necromancy the lingering aura of death hung her like an invisible cloud that the goblins did not feel not that they would have anyway.

The magic got into the land here. It got into the trees warpping them and stunting their groth. The vegetation here was just as stunted and yellowish in coloration as the very land was robbed of life giving nutrients that no longer made it to the earth or maybe the whole area was cursed, maybe even the goblins were affected … no there were a fairashare of larger ones like Bug and the triplets, Tog, Zog and Pog.

She could smell them before she could see them. The scent of feces, urine, earth and an animal smells. The boblins had little concepts of basic hygene. There were goblins of most colors here, even those that were the absence of color like Zog's personal guard which were the enhanced Shadow goblins, though there was only one white skinned individual.

Palt's breathy was frosty as if he were caught outdoors on a cold winter's day and the air near him had been indeed frigid. Even more goose bumps forned on her arns as she passed.

When the goblins drag the old woman passed she sees no torn clothing or out of place hair. There were no marks so she had not seemed to have been subject to torture. She just seemed old and rather infirm but the goblins did not seem to care any as they drew her from the room with as much haste as possible to simply get the boring task of bringing her to the dungeos as quickly as possible.

A thickness hung in the air about Zog as if a chill streaked out in all directions. It was as if invisible tendrils of dread and cold were forcing her thighs apart and pressing straight into her most sacred of places.

It was not quite like that though but it was on another level, as if her soul had become un teethered from her body and she had to fight to keep it close to her, to prevent from being torn free from her. It is not strong thankfully and she had only felt a similar necromantic effect before.

She did not think that the magic ring of spell turning worke3d against the effect as it seemed to be an effect of being within the closeness of him rather than a spelll or hex directed solely against her.

She struggled against the clasped collar but the indiduals present figured that she could not get the collar off.

On her knees Zog barked orders in goblin to clear the room thought he homself remained. The two women locked gazes for the longet of moments. Anger? Hate? Both? Whatever it had been Alynia could feel the intense waves beating at her. The ring turning aside most of these energies to make this simple attack more barable.

She points at the collar and Zog explains, the witch simply glares at her. “That collar you will not be able to remove yourself. Further it generates a zone around you were conjuration magic simply does not funtion, that is teleportations into or out of the area so while you wear it you are stuck to be our guests. If the elves want you back they have no choice but to brave the Warrens now.”

For another long moment the two women stare at one another, then finally the witch speaks her words distorted against the mask but clearly heard.

“I have you at last … your Highness ...” she cackled. Though she knew year well before she was a Queen reaching up to unhitch the porcelin mask which had been necessary until now at least to cover those imperfections from the backlash of magical energy, because she was vain and because she did not wish for her husband to know. She knew that Oberron had a poor command over necromancy as potenta s it was the magic was taboo for the fey.

She had removed the mask to Alynia's wide eyes. “What's a matter – it looks as if you've seen a ghost dearie!” Sable sneered at her as she waited for the obvious question as she considered the Queen, carefully sweeping her eyes over her.

His presence was as intimidating as it was horrible. Quiet whimpers and whines fluttered off of her soft lips. She squeezed her thighs together, crossing her arms over her chest protectively. Doing what she could to defend herself from the goblin's invading aura.

The girl was noticebly trembling, of fear and cold. She was barely wearing anything save for that short brown knapsack of a dress.

The collar bit into her skin slightly and was cool to the touch as her fingers skimmed over it. She suspected it was some kind of mineral with magical properties. Alynia bit on her lip slightly hearing Zog's explaination, her expression forlorn. It felt strange being deprived of her secret life line. Had they expected that Alynia would have such a device? Or was it systematic protocol?

Her eyes had been watching Zog as he spoke, but slowly her eyes wandered back to the witch. It was hard to ignore her obvious glare hidden behind that rather terrifying porcelain mask. The white of her face contrasted sharply against the dark of the cave, emotionless yet seething with anger at the same time.

Zog growled out a few harsh sounding words in the goblin tounge, and promptly the other goblins exited the cave leaving himself, the queen, the witch, and the poor old lady alone in the shadows.

Alynia took a breath, pushing herself up to stand. There was no need to humilate herself further by continuing to kneel before the witch. Her expression was rather stubborn though a suggestive rosy tint had painted across her cheeks. There was nothing she could to to fend herself against Zog's pressing aura as invisible tendrils wandered her body freely. She gritted her teeth crossing her arms across her chest.

"So-" Alynia began, cracking under the silence. "What do you want with me?" She demanded with the best of her ability. Her voice still wavered, she was still shivering. Alynia was doing her best, trying to be brave but such a task was by no means simple.

Martsen didn't respond to Alynia's question, instead she laughed. What a horrible sound as it echoed off of the enclosed space. Alynia didn't like a single word that came from behind the mask. Obviously Martsen was using formalities to mock her, emphasize how low she had been reduced to and Alynia resented it but it was true.

She watched with interest as the woman moved to take off her mask. For this Alynia was thankful, the white mask was creepy. Something she would be glad to not have to look at.

The witch's face was finally revealed, and it took Alynia a second to register but suddenly she recognized those features. She gasped, a hand going over those opened lips in shock. Her eyes blinked as if unbelieving of the situation before her.

It was Sable.

She looked different, as her hair was no longer the beautiful mane of gold it used to be. Her face too. Her lips were no longer red and full, her cheeks were slightly hollow. Her eyes seemed dull from what Alynia last recalled, but it was unmistakenably her.

"H-how?!" Alynia exclaimed, her body was rigid. She was petrified with fear, and her expression showed obvious confusion. "Y-you died the night you tried to kill me!"

She had encountered this pull on her soul before. It was stronger then, or perhaps she was weaker, who could say. This time though that chilling cold, that intimidating aura reached out to her and was fought aside by her. This time she did not need Oberron's assistance to keep her soul attached.

After a moment she realized that this aura was not quiet the same but similar. A draining effect? Since Oberron did not know much about necromancy nor did she for there was no one at the castle that would have been capable of teaching her.

After a moment she had figured that the collar must have been protocol for any prisoner that could wield magic. For without such a means to prevent someone from escaping so easily what was the point of capturing them. But there was enough of a question behind it too. Why was she only now get one? Perhaps there was something that prevented it that was on her or near her before being brought here. The collar being a precaution so that she could not do so if taken outside of this range so if she escaped from the source she was still close enough to be recaptured perhaps.

They did not remove or check for her invisible rings so they must not have known or suspected them. She then recalled that Bug took the visible jewelry from her already so they might have been confident in that they had all of it.

Alynia stood in the face of the two and as Zog barked his orders the trio had been left alone as everyone was cleared out of here. The invisible tendrils reached out towards her. Her will alone was the only defense that she had against this chilling could that brought this dread rolling over her.

Marsten laughed at the queen's question belittling her station with her words. It was clear that she was no longer a Queen in this place anyway. But at some point that cruel laughter died away as she removed the mask revealing her identity. Only Zog had known though that was a precaution as she gathered her strength back up. While she was vulnerable it was important that she stay hidden least Oberron have dealt with her before hand.

And now the story would begin. Her lips curled into a cruel sneer as she regard the Queen for a moment, a title that was once her own. But Sable delighted in the stark realization that exhibited itself there.

“No, no, no, my dearest Queen. I did not die. And your husband's ignorance of necromancy is attributed to that. Both you and he had never taken into account the simulacrum that I had. When I felt my life eroding from this vessel I simply transferred my soul into it gaining a new body in the process.

“But I was weak. My earlier enchantments were undone reducing me to a state more gnarled and twisted than this one but I have clawed back drinking in the life essences of others.

“Seeing that you were the cause for all this it was only fitting that you would be the one to undo it.” She chuckled darkly. “Though there is no planetary alignment I will have to do with the eclipse that is coming up in three days.

“Let's see if Oberon can find you before than, I have plans for you. His search will lead him her but you will not be on this Shadow. So will he find you in time? You can tell me in three days."

Zog snarled out something in the goblin tongue. “I will have my memory erased of this conversation too so it lessens the likelihood that Oberron will discover the plot with time to spare.”

Alynia didn't like the way Sable was smiling at her. The witch had been waiting for this for so long... In fact Alynia was still having a difficult time wrapping her head around it.

The girl's doe-eyed expression of shock slowly knitted into a defiant frown as she listened to Sable's vague explanation. "Do you expect me to be impressed by your story?" Alynia's voice was soft, but it was undeniably stubborn.

Perhaps in the past Alynia would have been much more compliant. She had matured over the years. Though still easily and immensely embarressed by a multitude of things Fey saw as commonplace, she was much more fit to her role as a monarch than in the past.

She still wasnt so great at hiding her emotions, whether it be embarressment, lust, anger, joy, or disdain. So it was probably obvious to Sable, even though Alynia's words showed otherwise, that the girl was scared. Goosebumps ran along her bared skin, and a noticibly tremor ran up her spine whenever a ghostly tendril touched her somewhere sensitive. Her arms clutched herself tightly, her knees pressed together modestly.

Perhaps she was also a bit more level-headed, more difficult to intimidate... aslong as Ian wasnt involved. Alynia also realized something, perhaps enough for the slightest upper hand. It seemed that Sable needed her alive for atleast he next three days. And after Ian that long night of Ian's abuse, what more could they really do to her?

Alynia tried not to think about what would happen the night of the eclipse, but she had been through this before. "You know this will only end the same way it did before. Perhaps even less so. You should know I'm far from a virgin by now." Alynia muttered looking up into the witch's cruel eyes. She cleared her throat slightly, in mild disbelief she would bring up such a thing. The smallest hint of a blush appeared, but it was gone as quickly as it came given such a situation.

"My husband will find me." She told her unwavering, though on the inside Alynia wasn't so confident.

By gods she missed him. It pained her heart just to think of his gaze, his voice, and his smile. Alynia closed her eyes breifly, preventing any tears from falling. She took in a deep breath.

The harrowing thought of her king willing to abandon her crossed her mind, but Alynia knew it would do her no good to think in such a way.

She was also curious. What shadow would she be in if not Llynoria? Certainly Sable and certainly not Zog had the clearance to travel to Avalon. Alynia had heard of other shadows to, none of which as prominent of course. There was Brindel, Olympus, and even her own shadow to go back to.

But another idea crossed her mind, one Alynia did well to conceal. Sable didnt know it, but if Alynia was taken into a different Shadow, surely there was more of a chance for her ring to bring her back to Oberron's side. If only she could get this damned collar off, then she would be home bound.

"Though I must thank you Sable. If you had not captured me when you did. Me and my husband would have never met and never have fallen in love."

It had been over three years. Three years of seething, of failed plots … she had been waiting four this and when the eclipse was nearing she saw the perfect opportunity. Oh, there were things in the past that never came to fruition. The Queen was lucky in her opinion.

Queen? Nay, school girl …

“Oh, no, I don't expect you to be impressed by that alone my dear. You will be old, I let you cling on to just enough vitality to watch Oberron perish as you should have so many years ago. And the best part it was Oberron's doing that made all this possible,” she cackles again.

It was quiet obvious to her and Zoot that the Queen was petrified at what would befall her even if she were putting on a front and trying to act tough in her role of Queen of Llynoria. The attempt was laughable since it clearly contradicted her position of what, well not strength seeing how she had none.

Confidence? A certain grace under fired?

pcolor=#808000]“Oh, I am aware that Ian fucked you senseless last night my dear. Your purity is not necessary this time and while it would have enhanced the effects of the spell it would not have been necessary back then either. The other girls were not virgins and would have given me some power not as much as a virgin would have though.”[/color]

She grinned as she gazed at the Queen. She might not be capable of supply vast amounts of energy now but it was something. Still she moved on to shatter that cool the best way she knew how.

[color=#80800]“And supposing you escape and Oberron does not die do you think he will remain with a shriveled up hag? Especially when he can trade you in for a new model? A younger one? How disappointing it will be for him to finally track you down to learn the truth and be utterly discouraged.

“But I do hope he finds you if he manages to survive though don't hold your breath. Ian will kill him or rather, Nezghal will. He won't come to rescue you now. A promise to wed Ian? My dear, that's as good as telling Oberron you don't want him any more so he'll cut ties with you.

“After all, even if he did rescue you he would have to turn you over to Ian. He is fey and won't be party in braking a promise.” Sable laughed at this, a daintly laugh that seemed out of place in that cold room.

Ironically, as unlikely as it was, her husband could go to Avalon and she could be hidden on that Shadow and the ring would never work! Though getting to Avalon would have been tricky and practically impossible for her.

“Love,”[/color] Sable scoffed. She had been in love once long ago but callously discarded. The Black Prince had a portion of her heart until it had died. “I am through with you. Guards!" Two of the Shadow goblins returned after she got her mask back on. They had been commanded to take her to the Citadel now and the guards either lead or dragged her away to a room with a portal on the floor they passed through and she found that she were in a dungeon.

The guard station had a few goblins and an ogre all of which leared at her as she was brought to her cell and tossed in. Threw the bars she could see into the cell opposite hers and could see that there was something or someone within the shadows of it. Her jailors leave her and head back.

“So, what are you in for?” An older voice asks from those shadows.

Alynia's stubborn expression didn't phase, though she began to lightly gnaw on her bottom lip. "You're f-fooling yourself." She muttered trying not to be bothered by the witch's incessant taunts.

Sable seemed to have gone off the deep end, driven crazy with anticipation for capturing the queen. She cackled like a mad woman, and the corners of her lips refused to fall. Her face was stuck in a horrible smile of glee.

The mention of Ian's name casted a dent in the girl's resolve. She wanted to, but Alynia couldnt deny what Sable said. Instead her mouth fell slightly open, her eyes widened and blinked glancing about as if expecting Ian to materialize in the room at any moment. How did she know? Did Ian tell her?

Sable seemed to hit the nail on the mark as her words obviously stung. "Y-youre Lying!" Alynia exclaimed completely loosing her composure. Her hand flew up covering her quivering mouth in surprise.

Alynia only watched, knowing if she spoke again she might loose it. Doing something stupid like trying to lash out at her, no. Alynia remained still, her tear rimmed eyes only able to drink in the bitterness of the witch's sentences.

The weight of the thought of being abandoned by her king was heavy on her heart. It was her fault too, she had no one else to blame save for herself. "Y-you're wrong." Alynia stuttered quietly repeating it to herself for comfort. "You're wrong." She hissed as Sable scoffed at the mention of love.

And with those final snide of verbal abuse wrapped around her spirit, Alynia was once again hauled off. She was surprised to see a portal open up on the ground a few feet infront of her but this didnt matter as she was promptly shoved into it.

"Owh--" Alynia moaned as she landed on her behind. She had an opportunity to gaze around seeing she had just so conviently landed in a dungeon. As she did so, it seemed patrol was passing by. It seemed the only creatures guarding the jail were a few goblins and an orge. "L-let to of me!" She demanded useless as the orge seized her arm pulling her over to a darkened cell. "Ah- Unhand me!" She was yelling as she struggled against such a monsterous grip.

She also noticed perhaps the orge, at least more so than the goblins, was enjoying the way she was struggling. Alynia was regretting at this point her previous decision to not steal any more of Ian's clothes. A embarresed blush ran over her features. The ill-fitting brown dress left little to the imagination, especially as she was jerking right and left trying to tug free of the orge's grasp.

The goblins worked together to open the cell door which Alynia was roughly pushed into. Thankfully, the orge did not join her as the door was closed and locked again. She looked curiously around the room. It was large enough to perhaps house two prisoners instead of one, but the Alynia seemed to be the only occupant at the time. She stood up, brushing herself off walking foward peering out from between the bars.

She jumped back surprised at hearing a voice. Alynia could bearly make out the sillouette of the prisoner held in the cell across from hers. It was too dark to see any fscial features, but Alynia, from his voice, could assume he was male.

"I'm caught in the middle of a cruel plot for revenge." Alynia responded with a sigh. She didnt really want to admit she was some sort of sacrifice for she did not want the stranger's pity.

She strained her eyes trying to see the owner of the voice. "What about you?" She inquired, feeling it was etiquette to do so.

Indeed how had she know? But her eyes gleamed nevertheless at that and it was particularly hurtful because she knew that it was true. It was what Alynia had feared most after all she was guessing for without her marriage to the fey King what was she? A scared school girl.

She knew how scared the school girl was all those years back though now she tried to hide her fear Sable knew where to strike for maxim effect. She had kept tabs on the Queen throughout the years so this had been nothing new.

She had learned what she could of her friendships and loves in hopes of taring them down one day though she never had the chance. She did not wish to tip her hand ahead of time and become a target before she had most of her power back in order to defend herself with if necessary. But now most of it had returned to her. It had taken over three years but she was nearly back fully and the eclipse would seal the deal on that.

Sable took particular delight in the Queen being reduced to that school girl. The tears that collected in her eyes had refused to spill down her cheeks just yet though she could sense that the girl was attempting so very hard to keep it together.

“At the end of the day Oberon is a man. He has lived for thousands of years and has loved thousands of times. Do you think that you're so special to not be replaced after you so clearly forsaken him? Oh, yes, I am quiet aware of that promise you made to Ian. Do you think Oberron will want to stand for that though as King of the fey he has no choice. He is compelled to behave a certain way even as something as simple as spilled salt gets him to count each spilled grain. A rather nasty vulnerability I must say.

“But you will not have to grieve long over your abandonment by your King. He will not be long for this world or any other.” She cackles maliciously.

When she was forced threw the portal she met with her jailors. Mostly green skinned goblins though the leader was a ruddy brown. She seemed broken though unlike most goblins they did not care. It wasn't often that they got to see a woman though they were turned off in the fact that she was so damn ugly.

Still the foul breathed, warty hide Tull did not mind. It was probably best that she didn't understand the giant tongue as he looked her squarely in her eyes. “FREASH MEAT.”

He took delight in own she struggled and it was only due to the commands of their boss that prevented her from being raped then and there but his cock was already engorged at the thought of her stretched out against her body. How he was looking forward to hearing her scream later tonight!

She was tossed in a cell and left there finding that she was alone in her cell anyway. Across from her, however, was another prisoner.

“They must like you giving you such a big cell,” he chortled then coughed up some blood into his fist. She would not be able to see the blood and while he had been in dire straights before he had been in worse.

“Oh just a case of mistaken identity. Stupid goblins! But there were three of us. They killed one, an accident as they were trying to capture the dwarfish Thane. There target got away but they did manage to get me. I guess they think they can get their target if they keep me. They think I'm of some importance. Demarco Boulderdash, though clearly I am not he.”

He shook his head a little as he reflected. "They caught us in a trap that drew us to this Shadow so my compatriot is having some difficulty getting back. He will though and while I might not be Demarco my family will come for me so you see we just have to wait for them, unless you want to stay of course but I offer my humble home to you of course.”

Indeed how had she know? But her eyes gleamed nevertheless at that and it was particularly hurtful because she knew that it was true. It was what Alynia had feared most after all she was guessing for without her marriage to the fey King what was she? A scared school girl.

She knew how scared the school girl was all those years back though now she tried to hide her fear Sable knew where to strike for maxim effect. She had kept tabs on the Queen throughout the years so this had been nothing new.

She had learned what she could of her friendships and loves in hopes of taring them down one day though she never had the chance. She did not wish to tip her hand ahead of time and become a target before she had most of her power back in order to defend herself with if necessary. But now most of it had returned to her. It had taken over three years but she was nearly back fully and the eclipse would seal the deal on that.

Sable took particular delight in the Queen being reduced to that school girl. The tears that collected in her eyes had refused to spill down her cheeks just yet though she could sense that the girl was attempting so very hard to keep it together.

“At the end of the day Oberon is a man. He has lived for thousands of years and has loved thousands of times. Do you think that you're so special to not be replaced after you so clearly forsaken him? Oh, yes, I am quiet aware of that promise you made to Ian. Do you think Oberron will want to stand for that though as King of the fey he has no choice. He is compelled to behave a certain way even as something as simple as spilled salt gets him to count each spilled grain. A rather nasty vulnerability I must say.

“But you will not have to grieve long over your abandonment by your King. He will not be long for this world or any other.” She cackles maliciously.

When she was forced threw the portal she met with her jailors. Mostly green skinned goblins though the leader was a ruddy brown. She seemed broken though unlike most goblins they did not care. It wasn't often that they got to see a woman though they were turned off in the fact that she was so damn ugly.

Still the foul breathed, warty hide Tull did not mind. It was probably best that she didn't understand the giant tongue as he looked her squarely in her eyes. “FREASH MEAT.”

He took delight in own she struggled and it was only due to the commands of their boss that prevented her from being raped then and there but his cock was already engorged at the thought of her stretched out against her body. How he was looking forward to hearing her scream later tonight!

She was tossed in a cell and left there finding that she was alone in her cell anyway. Across from her, however, was another prisoner.

“They must like you giving you such a big cell,” he chortled then coughed up some blood into his fist. She would not be able to see the blood and while he had been in dire straights before he had been in worse.

“Oh just a case of mistaken identity. Stupid goblins! But there were three of us. They killed one, an accident as they were trying to capture the dwarfish Thane. There target got away but they did manage to get me. I guess they think they can get their target if they keep me. They think I'm of some importance. Demarco Boulderdash, though clearly I am not he.”

He shook his head a little as he reflected. "They caught us in a trap that drew us to this Shadow so my compatriot is having some difficulty getting back. He will though and while I might not be Demarco my family will come for me so you see we just have to wait for them, unless you want to stay of course but I offer my humble home to you of course.”