Looking at the others of his party, Cyril adds, "Might be worth a look?"
"You are speaking of visiting Sigil? Kinda out of our depth. It is the City of the planes."
Looking to his teammates, Cyril confides, "In all honesty, I'd like to explore the portals to the altars. But we have undead to kill. I'd rather take care of the undead, then do some more exploring."
"If that suits you, Ms. Zellida?"
A bit shocked she jumps a bit and says, "Yeah... sure, do what you want. Just leave the golems alone. "
Cyril stands up. "Well then, let's set some undead to rest."
Finishing his sweet and cold treat he stands up and offers a hand to their hostess. After the shake he mozies down the stairs and out the tower.
Cyril aslo sets his bourbon ice mostly finished, and follows Arthur. "Hopefully, we will be able to walk the perimeter of the light and take them all out as we walk a circle around the site."
You begin circling around the lighthouse but don't see undead or other threats... so far.
Cyril and the group continue to hunt the perimeter. As he nears Moonsong, the noble flicks his wrist and a black-bladed rapier appears in his hand. The wizard offers it safely to the cleric. 'Sister Moonsong, what are your thoughts on his weapon?"
"The Mistress was most gracious in bequeathing it to me for duty in her service", Cyril explained. "I am able to call it to my hand in thanks to the tattoo The Mistress branded me with." The wizard points to the tattoo on his hand.
Cyril delicately took the Mistress Blade back from Lady Moonsong, seeing how the possibility of calling it back to him could injure the cleric.
The Avalon noble uses his detect undead ability to find the nearest ghosts.
Searching among the ruins you find that they get more and more decrepit. Though you find no ghosts. You don't find much of anything.
Searching through the different buildings at random as the group begins to spread out and search buildings on their own:
Urns,
copper
silver
gold
platinum
The party comes back together from their searching to reveal what they found. Cyril quickly accounts for all the coin and splits it evening between the five of them.
44 copper
28 silver.
59 gold.
52 platinum.
"That is an even a split as I could make it", Cyril reported. "With your permission, the remainder I would like to take to The Mistress's altar and donate it."
"So, based on our observations, the light from the crystal does not allow the incorporeal undead to manifest. I believe if it was turned off, the spirits would reincorporate. Given the clear benefit, I would not wish to turn off the crystal."
Cyril and the group continue to hunt the perimeter. As he nears Moonsong, the noble flicks his wrist and a black-bladed rapier appears in his hand. The wizard offers it safely to the cleric. 'Sister Moonsong, what are your thoughts on his weapon?"
With mock exasperation she states, "showing off your weapon to the new addition... bold!"
Cyril and the group continue to hunt the perimeter. As he nears Moonsong, the noble flicks his wrist and a black-bladed rapier appears in his hand. The wizard offers it safely to the cleric. 'Sister Moonsong, what are your thoughts on his weapon?"With mock exasperation she states, "showing off your weapon to the new addition... bold!"
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Cyril gives a small smirk. "I was just asking for a theological estimation, Ms. Raveclaw."
✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰"Well, if no one minds. I shall go investigate some of the altars. Lady Moonsong, do you wish to accompany me?"
She gives a knowing nod.
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She smiles at the thought of Cyril getting to claim more trophies. She hopes to indulge in it as well.
Cyril leads Moonsong to the Altar to the Sex Goddess, the altar that looks like a bed.
"Care for some theological cooperation?" The noble purrs, slowly undoing his belt.
"Modesty", Cyril said, slowing walking up to the priestess. "I don't like putting on a show. And I had to consider the feelings of my companions."
Cyril wrap an arm around the cleric's waist. "See. I've been a solitary adherent of The Mistress. I was not aware of the benefits of congregational worship." The Avalon noble leaned in a started kissing Moonsong's neck gently. "And this is a Altar to Sexuality."
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She nods and seems to be shocked. At the touch of your lips on her neck she coos slightly. She leans her head away to allow more access to her neck. Her tail coming up to stroke between your legs from the front to your back.
She then giggles and backs away taking offer her bracers. Then her belt and her chain shirt. It will take a while to slowly take off everything especially down to the skin tight pants, knee high boots, and skin tight shirt. It feels like the finest silk you have ever felt. Near the end of slipping off everything she begins a prayer, "Mistress bless this union in your name. We come before you to love and embrace your teachings."
Cyril matches Moonsong's energy and undressing, leaving on his underwear as he bows his head and prays alongside the Mistressian cleric.
Mistress, please allow me to learn greater mysteries through this union. Amen."
The noble's sublime erection being barely contained by his undergarments.
Cyril returns the kiss, as his hands slides down the cleric's bare back, brushing her ass cheek.
"Since I am the acolyte in this part of Mistressian worship, please take the lead. And teach me."
"But I recommend we use the altar."
Moonsong gasped hungrily at it as she removed her remaining panties. Cyril could see her unique purple-pink pubic hair in the torchlight as well. The tiefling crawled onto the altar and over the prone wizard, resting her knees next to Cyril head, facing his feet.
”To service me is to service The Mistress”, Moonsong purred. ”Do not disappoint.”
The cleric lowered herself onto Cyril face, the noble smelling the exotic scent of the tiefling. Cyril hungrily used his tongue and lips to playfully part Moonsong's womanhood and orally stimulated her.
Gasping with pleasure, Moonsong stretched down Cyril torso to grasp Cyril's twitching member. Using her soft hand, Moonsong gently, but firmly stroke the human c0ck playfully. The cleric's resolve faulters as he knees begin to buckle under herself. Soo, Moonsong lowly lowers her mouth onto Cyril rigid member. Muffled moans of appreciate can be heard from the tiefling's backside. Cyril at times deviates to lick the cleric's a$shole, causing further squirming. Not to be outdone, Alisephora inserts one of her digits into the noble's rectum as she sucks his c0ck, causing Cyril's legs and hips to buckle. This continues until both Moonsong's womanhood is sopping wet, and Cyril erection is about to explode.
The tiefling's knees climb down the nobleman's body and perches herself above his glistening c0ck. Slowly, but deliberately, Moonsong lowers herself onto Cyril. Alisephora lets out a squeal of delight as Cyril c0ck finds her deepest places. The Mistressian cleric grinds her hips and pussy into the nobleman. Moonsong's velvety chamber massages firmly around Cyril's rod. The wizard does his best to hold off on ejaculating inside the cleric, hoping to make the experience last, and not to sire any children with this one-night escapade. But that might not be the case, as Moonsong begins to climax, her vaginal muscles tighten and contract as the cleric praises The Mistress during her throas of passion. Unable to hold back, Cyril thrusts upward into Alisephora as hot cum coats the inside of the cleric.
Both spent, Moonsong and Cyril lie together in post-coital exhaustion, the altar below them begins to glow with light.
”A lovely show”, a husky unseen feminine voice comes seemingly from the altar itself. ”Please, more.”
Cyril takes his opportunity to cast prestidigitation on Moonsong, removing his essence from her body. The cleric seemed both impressed and dejected to see herself unpainted.
”Well, we should not disappoint” Moonsong said, pleased to see Cyril's member quickly recover and plumpen with blood.
The cleric order the wizard behind here as she gets on all fours before Cyril, spreading her cheeks before the noble.
”My pussy needs some time to recover, so you'll have to fuçk my ass” the teifling giggled playfully.
Cyril smiled as he positioned himself behind the tiefling. Slowly, with with little effort, Cyril slides into the priestress's purple sacred place.
This lasts for hours, as both participants cum multiple times, in multiple positions; all seemingly fueled by the altar's power. Any worn or chafed muscles or skin were magically renewed by the altar. Each time, Cyril cast prestidigitation to avoid pregnancy. Eventually, the altar seemingly sated, allowed the two lovers to lay still, holding each other, both amazed and throughily satisfied.
When Cyril and Alice emerge from the alter you see that most of the group is posted out in a decrepit building across the street from the alter. Ed and Saronis are missing.
He is strumming his lute...
Lord Cyril walks up to the group. "So how has your explorations been? Where is Saronis and Ed?"
He coughs and then simply replies, "We have searched a good portion of the ruins. That is what they are, ruined buildings of an abandoned city. It is strange to find a pool and a park square. Sure there is no life there but it seems ready to have the living just move back in..."
He lets the spooky though drop and addresses the other subject, "Ed and Saronis have been moving further into the ruins. Looking for a entrance to the dungeon or something. We still haven't seen any ghosts."
Cyril nods. "Very well. I shall stop a moment to eat a ration to stave off hunger, then join Saronis and Ed in their search. The glowing crystal, keeping the ghost away, may lead us further to an dungeon entrance."
He replies seemingly unconcerned, "I will stay here until they return. You are welcome to venture off if you want. Then we will meet you here or back at the tower. Most of us have gotten turned around as this place does not have many good landmarks."
She turns over in her bedroll.
Cyril frowned. "I see. I shall not make our group fret over another disappearance. It just that this whole complex is such an historical and intellectual mystery. I feel like I could spend weeks just exploring all the altars and gathering archaeological evidence."
The wizard sits down next to the camp and studies his spellbook.
After a few hours Ed and Saronis return. He states, "We believe we have found the dungeon entrance. "
"Excellent", Cyril claps once in excitement. "Well done."
"Do you need some rest or shall we head that way? How is everyone feeling?" He asks concerned but looking ready. He puts his lute on his back and stands ready to pack up if needed.
Solemnly he states, "No rest is needed. We haven't faced off with many threats. Yes let us head there."
In his dog form he wags his tail and states, "Ready when you are!"
The others collect their gear and follow to the dungeon.
At the entrance you see it is a 40 or 50 foot wide pit and it drops for at least 60 feet. Worked bricks stick together for the most part around the lip of the pit.
Ed simply jumps over the rim into the pit.
Cyril picks up a loose rock nearby and casts light on it, then drops it into the pit. "Incoming, Ed. Heads up!"
He points out, "There is a device that may allow for a different way to traverse to the dungeon but jumping down the 100 feet doesn't hurt too much."
"Is that what your elven eyes see, Saronis?" Cyril inquires. "But not everyone in our group can regenerate like you. I have one more fly spell memorized. I shall cast it and help those down."
A bit dejected he remembered and looked at Alice as he spoke, "Ah yes Alice. Yes you could fly her down or maybe someone with a bit more strength would do... no! Just cast it on her! If you think it appropriate we could rest to let you recover your spells."
He stands there quietly listening to the discussion.
"Mistress Moonsong, would you allow me to cast the fly spell on you and have you assist our party down into the dungeon?"