Dwarven Archives

Silvi's Coffee Shop was alive with the hum of patrons enjoying their morning brews, the aroma of ground coffee beans mingling with the sweet scent of pastries. Upstairs, Ignatius was busy writing in his room, surrounded by the gentle inspiration of his maids, who lounged around him in various stages of undress. The door was ajar, allowing the soft sounds of the coffee shop below to drift in, creating a harmonious backdrop for his creativity.

As he tapped away at his keyboard. A familiar scent wafted up the stairs—the rich, earthy aroma of Rowan's pipe tobacco. Intrigued, he went downstairs, the scent growing stronger with each step.

At the bottom of the stairs. He spotted Rowan sitting at a corner table, his expression tense and worried. Rowan looked up as he approached, his eyes filled with concern.

"Ignatius," Rowan greeted him, his voice low and serious.

"Rowan, it's good to see you. What's troubling you?" Ignatius asked, taking a seat across from him.

Rowan took a deep breath, his worry evident. "My merchant contact in Mithrilen City. He has warned me that goblins entered the archives. The king has stationed extra soldiers to catch them, but they've had little success."

Ignatius's brow furrowed. "Goblins in the archives? What could they be after?"

Rowan leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "There is a hidden door in the archives where ancient scrolls are kept. These scrolls date back to the age of myth and legend. As a young woman, Silvi commissioned the dwarfs to hide these documents when the war began."

Ignatius's eyes widened in realization. "The ancient elven scrolls..."

Rowan nodded. "If the goblins find those scrolls, it could mean disaster. We need to act."

Luna and Elysia entered the coffee shop, their arms laden with bags from their shopping trip to the market. They spotted Ignatius and Rowan and hurried over, sensing the urgency of the situation.

"Luna, Elysia," Ignatius began, "Rowan has informed me of a serious situation. Goblins have been spotted in the archives of Mithrilen City. And they may be after ancient elven scrolls hidden there."

Luna's eyes widened. "The ancient elven scrolls? We can't let them fall into the wrong hands."

Elysia nodded, her expression determined. "We'll need to plan a trip to Mithrilen City immediately."

The group began to discuss their plan of action. They decided to set out the next morning, ensuring they had all the necessary supplies and equipment for the journey. Christie, who had been listening from nearby, joined them, her face reflecting the gravity of the situation.

Ignatius placed a reassuring hand on Christie's ass. "We'll do everything we can to keep them safe."

The rest of the day, they spent preparing for the journey. Luna and Elysia packed their bags while Ignatius gathered information about the archives and the potential dangers they might face. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of urgency and determination.

Early the next morning, the group gathered in front of the coffee shop, ready to embark on their journey to Mithrilen City. The sun was beginning to rise, casting a golden glow over the water, and the lighthouse cast a shadow over Silvi's coffee shop. Ignatius, Luna, Elysia, and Christie rode the off-road vehicle, their hearts filled with resolve.

As the road stretched before them, they discussed their plan in detail. Ignatius described the layout of the archives and the hidden door that led to the ancient scrolls. Christie shared her knowledge of the scrolls and their significance, emphasizing the importance of protecting them.

"These scrolls contain the wisdom of the ancients," Christie explained. "Created by the elves during the age of myth and legend. They hold knowledge that could change the course of history."

Luna listened, her mind racing with thoughts of the challenges ahead. "We need to prepare for anything. The goblins won't give up easily. I have noticed that we are facing higher-level goblins lately."

Elysia nodded in agreement. "We'll need to work together and stay vigilant. We prioritise securing the scrolls and preventing them from falling into the wrong hands."

The journey to Mithrilen City was long, but their determination never wavered. While waiting their turn, they ate sandwiches and drank juice. The ladies discussed strategies for fighting goblins.

They arrived at the bustling city as the sun reached midday, casting a warm glow over the ancient mountains and the lift. The streets were filled with the sounds of merchants calling out their wares and the bustle of city life.

Making their way to the archives. The king's soldiers were stationed there to guard against the goblin threat. The soldiers greeted them with a mixture of relief and respect. Recognizing the wizard with the two dancers and the succubus maid. Their triumphs over goblins are well known by the soldiers.

Inside the archives, the atmosphere was tense. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and dust, and the dim light created an almost eerie ambience. Ignatius led the way, guiding them through the maze of shelves and books.

"The hidden door is this way," Ignatius whispered, his voice barely audible.

The Dwarven Archives loomed before them, a fortress of knowledge hidden deep beneath the earth. His steps were confident despite the maze-like structure of the archives. Luna, Elysia, and Christie followed, the oppressive air filling them with a sense of foreboding.

"Will we be able to get out again?" Luna asked, her voice tinged with unease.

"Ignatius knows the way," Christie said with confidence. Her tail wrapped around his arm.

Ignatius turned a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You have marked our progress with chalk, right?"

Elysia stared at him, a look of disbelief on her face. "What?"

"Kidding, I am kidding," Ignatius said, laughing.

The women exchanged exasperated glances, their desire to strangle him from behind palpable. Elysia's ears perked up. "Did you hear that?" she whispered, her vampire hearing picking up noises ahead.

They cautiously moved forward and spotted a group of goblins. Searching for an open area with tables and chairs. "They're looking for the hidden door," Ignatius whispered. Noting the sheer number of goblins. "Wow, there is an army down here."

He formulated a plan. "Luna and Elysia, with me. Christie, we will be the diversion. The door should be against that wall over there," he pointed.

"Once we've drawn their attention, make haste to the door. Find the scroll." Christie nodded, holding his hand for reassurance. I will find the scroll."

"If we fail here, you know what will happen to us. We will be ploughed. They will kill me and use you for breeding." Ignatius said, touching each of their breasts.

He explained the combination to press on the symbols at the bottom of the wall: "Remember to close the door when you exit." He kissed them for good luck. This might end in disaster, he thought, as they were outnumbered.

He channelled his energy, summoning the spell Barrier of Thorns. The ground trembled as thick, thorny vines erupted. Creating a formidable barrier that divided the goblins from them. Luna wasted no time, releasing her Blade Storm into the mass of goblins hacking at the thorns. Her sword swung in wide arcs, glowing with magical energy.

Elysia, using her immense strength. Hurled a solid wood table, crushing several goblins beneath it. She threw four more tables with precision before Ignatius's concentration wavered. Taking advantage of the chaos. Elysia used her Shadow Step to vanish from sight. While Luna activated her Swift Parry, deflecting incoming attacks.

Meanwhile, Christie slipped through the shadows, reaching the hidden door. She pressed the symbols in the correct combination, and the door creaked open. Inside, the dark room was filled with ancient scrolls. Using her succubus powers, Christie saw as if in daylight. She located the valuable scroll and placed it in her spatial ring.

The battle raged as Christie exited the room, closing the door behind her. Ignatius knelt on a table, his hand outstretched, Firing Eldritch Blasts at the advancing goblins. Each blast sent his hand recoiling, the sound deafening. Straining his muscles, his arm trembled, but he persisted.

Luna danced in the front line. Her clothes were cut to ribbons as she swiftly, precisely, fended off the goblins. Elysia popped in and out of the shadows, her dancer's disguise full of cuts, the material flapping as she moved.

"Run!" Christie shouted, grabbing Luna by the arm. Ignatius seized Elysia as she emerged from a shadow next to him.

"I'm exhausted," Elysia whispered, her voice barely audible.

Ignatius wrapped his arm around her waist, carrying her. "I am not leaving my fantasy wive behind," he said, willing his second wind to come forth. "Any man would give his testicles, even a leg and arm, to be with you."

He grabbed Luna's arm as he dragged her. She was limping, and goblins were in pursuit.

Christie ran ahead, swift as the wind. Ignatius turned, firing two Eldritch Blasts that took down two goblins—causing the others to trip over their fallen comrades. "Come, my two lovely doves. I cannot lose you now," he said, breathing laboured. "You're my fantasy dream girls."

Boot sounds echoed behind them. Somehow, Ignatius managed to slip his arm around Luna's waist, picking up speed as he ran with both women. He marvelled at the strength. Level Eight had bestowed upon him.

"Leave me," Elysia said, her head hanging.

"No, leave me. Save her," Luna insisted. "I am a slut, she is pure."

"You're both mine," Ignatius said, anger burning in his voice.

Soldiers clashed with goblins behind them, but Ignatius did not stop. He ran out of the archives. Where Christie waited next to a barrier, dwarfs in full armour and shields ready to fend off the goblins. Ignatius stumbled forward, Elysia and Luna collapsing onto him. Christie dragged them into a nearby alley.

Luna cast Elven Restoration, chanting as a soft, green glow emanated from her hands. The light spread outwards in a circular pattern—intricate vine-like designs appearing on the ground around her. The green glow intensified, and the scent of fresh pine and blooming flowers filled the air—tiny light particles. Resembling fireflies rose from the earth and gathered around Luna's hands.

The light particles coalesced into a shimmering, green aura that enveloped Luna. It was composed of countless small, luminescent leaves and flowers swirling around her. The healing aura pulsed, emitting waves of rejuvenating energy that soothed and mended injuries. Cuts closed, bruises faded, and fatigue melted away, leaving those affected feeling refreshed and revitalized.

Ignatius stood weakly, holding Elysia. "Feed, my love," he urged. His actions were instinctive more than anything, and his mind was numb from overuse. He crumpled to the ground.

Elysia's eyes flickered open, and she weakly nodded. Sinking her teeth into Ignatius's neck, she felt a sense of strength and vitality return to her as she fed, her energy renewed. Luna continued to chant, the healing aura working its magic on herself.

The script appeared before them. "You have reached level nine," Ignatius said, then closed his eyes.

Golden light enveloped them. Three moans echoed in the alley.

Christie watched with fascination as the golden light enveloped them. She had not levelled in several years. She placed her hand in the light. Then, in a burst of fairy dust, she disappeared. 

"Christie just vanished in a burst of fairy dust," Luna yelled. Pointing at the spot. 

Ignatius opened his eyes, alarmed. "What happened?"

Luna explains what Christie did. 

"There is nothing we can do now," Ignatius said, his mind dull. He could not think at that moment.

"We need to get back to safety. We will wait for the fighting to end before leaving," Ignatius said, his voice stronger now. We can't let the goblins get the scrolls."

"What happened to Christie," Elysia asked.

"She might have been overloaded with power," Ignatius said, worry in his voice.

With Luna and Elysia revitalized from the golden light. They moved back toward the entrance of the archives. The sounds of soldiers fighting goblins echoed through the halls. They avoided further confrontation, slipping through the shadows.

Once outside, they found the city streets bustling with activity. Dwarven guards patrolled the area, their presence a welcome sight. They kept a low profile as they made their way through the streets, ensuring they weren't followed.

Finally, they reached a secure location, hidden away from prying eyes. Ignatius, Luna, and Elysia gathered around the valuable scroll they had retrieved. Ignatius closed his eyes, his head on Luna's lap. "Give me twenty minutes, please." He asked.

Luna let him sleep for half an hour. She and Elysia worried his speech was slow, as if he could not think. 

Luna unrolled the scroll, her eyes scanning the ancient elven script.

Ignatius read the ancient elven." This is incredible. These scrolls allude to a member of the Unsealed Court."

"A Dark Fae who has been manipulating events from the shadows."

Ignatius nodded, his expression resolute. "We need to bring this Dark Fae to justice. We can't allow their influence to continue spreading."

Elysia and Luna shared determined looks. "We'll do whatever it takes to protect our world. The knowledge contained in these scrolls could bring disaster to Misty Cove," Elysia said.

Ignatius placed a hand on their shoulders. "We'll continue investigating and uncovering the truth. Together, we can face whatever challenges come our way."

"Why did you call yourself a slut back there," Elysia asked.

Luna turned pale. "It's been our joke since we were children." Ignatius lied.

Luna stared at him, uncertainty in her eyes. "You're mine now, and you belong to me," Ignatius whispered in her ear.

Luna's eyes filled with tears. Ignatius hugged her to his chest as she started to cry, her body shaking.

He realised that her city life had burdened her since she arrived at his mansion. She wanted to change and start over. He would grant her that opportunity. He loved her, after all. He pulled Elysia closer, holding her as Luna cried.

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Christie found herself in a building with European features. The architecture was grand, with high ceilings and intricate mouldings. It was her world, where she came from. Office workers sat at their computers, hard at work, their fingers flying over keyboards. The hum of technology filled the air, a stark contrast to the world Christie now lived in with Ignatius, her one true love.

Drawn by an inexplicable force, Christie flew up the stairs. Her wings fluttered. She marvelled at the technology of the giants working in their cubicles. Their faces iare lluminated by the glow of their screens. They spoke a language she did not understand, their words a jumble of sounds that made no sense to her.

As she ascended higher into the building, she felt a growing sense of urgency. She reached the top floor and found herself in a large office. The door bore the word "Chairman," a term unfamiliar to her. She hesitated for a moment, then slipped inside.

The office was spacious and elegantly furnished. An older man stood near the window, his back to her. In front of him, a young woman with long red hair tied in a ponytail knelt on the floor, her ice-blue eyes full of tears. She pleaded with the man, her voice trembling. They spoke Ignatius's language.

"Please, Father, I am still your daughter," she cried.

Christie watched in horror as another man, not much older than the woman's father, stood nearby with an axe in hand. The tension in the room was palpable.

"Our marriage ends here," the man with the axe said coldly. "An illegitimate daughter will sire no offspring."

The young woman looked up at him, her face a mask of despair. "Husband, I thought you loved me."

The man sneered. "Wake up, Cynthia. It was lust and a marriage of convenience. Your father and I have become business partners. You are not needed anymore. Our one month of marriage was enough to satisfy my lust for you."

The older man, who had been silent until now, ripped her clothes off. "Yes, yes," he said, his voice filled with a sickening eagerness. "I always wanted to do this, my daughter." 

Christie looked away in disgust for this man and his cruelty.

"Daughter, you were wonderful." He said, holding her down.

Christie felt a wave of revulsion as the older man did it again with her.

She wept and cried, "Ignatius, my one true love, please help me."

The man with the axe raised his weapon and, with a swift, brutal motion, brought it down. Cynthia's head rolled on the floor, her ice-blue eyes staring lifelessly. The older man moaned with satisfaction.

Christie looked to the side and saw a picture of a young Ignatius lying on the floor, the glass and frame broken. "Master," she whispered, her voice filled with anguish.

In a puff of fairy dust, Christie disappeared, leaving the horrific scene behind. She reappeared in Silvi's Coffee Shop. Her heart pounding and her mind reeling from what she had seen. She could never tell Ignatius it would break his soul.

She realised she had witnessed a scene from his past. His sister had barely been married. He did not know she was dead and that's the reason he never saw her again. Christie looked up into his eyes. I am Sorry Cynthia she thought. "Master I am back. You made me explode, with power, you meany." Christie said laughing.