Heleion Archives

Far in the heart of the forest sat a lone cottage, homely and welcoming cottage of two floors, built from the best of the best trees could offer of themselves. It was so welcoming that not even a fence even a goblin or dwarf could easily leap over had been erected. As there was no need for such protections certain people thought to themselves as it served a different purpose compared to other cottages deep in the myriad legions of forests of Heleion.

It was not built for a family to visit on holidays, on weekends for a quick stroll in the forest, to create fond memories to be passed on to their friends, to their yet to be conceived loved ones. It was built by the Black Rose Order as a hidden outpost masquerading as a welcoming establishment drowning in enchantments which deviated the unwanted from finding it.

A sort of checkpoint where their guilds, companies brought supplies, goods and all kinds of things needing instant travel from Ang-Osomi to any and all cities, towns, villages, martial cities in the vast northern basin and vassal nations south of the mountain range.

“Fuck my hands.” Fennoro cursed her own hands as she threw down the cards after her fellow drengriar Sister won once again. The dracorith sporting a waist long azure blue hair with spiked bangs, rose up from her seating as she reached into her uniform’s waist pocket to retrieve a pack of cigarette while also loosening the crimson necktie.

As she stood up, the moon light shone onto her mesmerizingly brutish elven face, highlighting the few marble white scales on her cheeks, while the rest hidden behind her sharply contoured crimson collars, peeking out from the slit created as she buttoned it out slightly.

Facing her on the other side of the circular table sod with green turf and square markings for the seven cards to be played one at a turn was her fellow Sister assigned to the cottage, Dalla a mature appearing naurdrian no older than thirty nine, her thick and soft lips curved up into a victorious smile, strands of her long, onyx tousled hair with curtain bangs, bundled into a high bun caressing her chiseled cheeks beneath her gracefully contoured frosty eyes while her moderately sharpened tip of her ears poked out from under her silken dark mane.

Both dangerously gorgeous woman were clad in the newly designed uniform of their ranks. The Agaevarh Type-I short coat which were produced in the same manner as the Vigrieth type coats, with the neck and shoulder piece being fused onto the torso piece. To an extent, the agaevarh coat followed the same angular contoured frame, design like all the other elvish coats, the same type of pockets, patches the round shield badge and the nametag, even the asymmetrical hemline matched in the two.

The difference itself came in the upper starched dragonid leather piece which had a slightly shorter collar, one folded down with a softer curve and spreading slightly to the sides while the neckline itself was pyramid shaped instead of rectangular. Also instead of asymmetrical lapels, a short cloak of mixed aetherna satin and dragonid leather grew from the snow silvery stitching where the two piece were fused together.

And of course their berets, collars, blouse’s veiling plackets’, cuffs’ and hemline’s shade differed as it bore the crimson red shade the drengriars were associated with much throughout the existence of the rank.

“Do not blame your hands. Blame your rapid shuffling. And your impatience.” Dalla said as she swiped the cards in one go up from the table’s dry surface.

Fennoro opened her mouth but instead of some weak comeback she pointed at the window of the large living room with the kitchen built into it. “Finally, took them long enough.” She quickly rushed to the door while Dalla looked at the truck suspiciously before speaking up. “Wait for me. Something is not right so be careful.”

Fennoro nodded while Dalla herself grabbed her wooden stocked stave rifle resting on the sofa before slowly following after her draconic Sister. With crossed arms, stave rifle with straps hanging off her left shoulder, waiting for the moment, Dalla watched as Fennoro greeted the lunar elven and orii elven vordriars still in the front, waiting for them to park down in front of the moderately large garage of the cottage.

The five people in the back did not add up with the information they received from the heimrad’s capital headquarters, there should have been only four vordriars, not five Dalla thought to herself repeatedly as her eyes focused onto the back while Fennoro yelled to stop. The Thegrith was always precise in her orders to the point she would write dozens of complain posts if they were not followed to every single letter.

Her fingers stretched then folded back into her palm as a cold burning sensation washed over her and the urge to grab her stave rifle came over her as Fennoro pushed the back compartment’s door up.

In the span of a moment, Dalla swung the stave rifle over into her arms, her finger slid onto the trigger which her already flowing mana channeled into. A loud bang rang through the dimly lit lawn covered in snow and fallen leaves, and the basic mana bullet tore through the air in five seconds, penetrating through Dhumrac’s frontal lobe, spraying his head’s contents onto the back compartment’s inner wall.

“Behind you!” Dalla yelled before she disappeared into the cottage to take cover while Fennoro was still in a stunned state, which then turned into an actual stunned situation as vines rose from the ground and pressed her arms against her sides while also wrapping around her mouth and nose, blocking the way of air into her body.

As she struggled, the world slowly turned blurry and for a moment she watched as a blurred line of a person rushed into the cottage which door slowly closed as Dalla activated the protective enchantments woven into the wooden walls. Purple lightning enveloped her body as she heard the faint footsteps in the snow and with a muffled groan, she fell face first into the ground as the vines released their tight grip around her body.

Selindrae looked at the corpse of the tall dwarf – blood flowing from the hole and his eyes, dripping down at the edge while the four vordriars remained trussed up and unconscious further in, shrouded by the shadows inside. She turned towards the eerily silent cottage which’s door opened up as if a ghost invited her in. Her special, silenced wand pistol materialized into her right hand and with a deep breath headed inside.

The wooden floor softly creaked under the leathery steps of her borrowed boots while her mauve eyes glowing in the soft darkness peeked into the left room. A room clearly designed as an office space where the two drengriars kept notes including one about the draugrs and the oni necromancer which they planned to send to the HQ. And a letter of notice from the HQ about the truck they hijacked, which picked her interest as it mentioned a possible attack in the forest itself.

“Come here with hands up!” Dalla’s silken, moderately deep voice came from the living room. “What is up with them today.” Selindrae murmured as she walked into the living room where she was immediately greeted by the sight of Unomnus down on her knees, her arms behind her back with a look that said she was sorry.

“Drop it or your friend will meet her mak…” Before she could have finished her sentence, Selindrae rudely interrupted her by shooting her in the chest with a lightning and mind arcanum infused mana bullet, knocking the drengriar instantly out.

“Tha…” And just like Dalla, Unomnus could not finish her sentence as she was shot too between her breasts, collapsing face first onto the floor with her arms besides her waist.

**

She awoke to a head-splitting ache and to the sound of neylon ropes stretching, condensing while also becoming aware of them pressing into her abdomen even through the layers of clothing and segmented drauclar plate. “Whah nn hhm hhmgnrn rmrrmh.” Selindrae noticing Unomnus waking up, she tore a long strip of black tape off from the roll and pressed it against her pitch black lips and stared into her pupilless eyes surrounded by the same darkness.

 “A changeling huh? No wonder they did not notice a thing.” She said while looking at the real face of Unomnus which was much paler, though still was sculpted as finely as an aelfriths’. “Still a cutie though.” She noted to herself while Unomnus rolled her head trying to dampen the pain raging in her head.

“Just a friendly advice, do not over rely on the charm. Nowadays there are a lot more folk who can resist it – or even notice it.” She said while gently patted Unomnos’s taped cheeks before pulling one more on the rope binding her to the two trussed up drengriars sitting on her left and right blindfolded and sealing tape gagged.

Without uttering a goodbye, Selindrae grabbed the heavy briefcase which rested in the back of the truck and head towards the cellar, where the elevator waited to bring her deep below the earth while Unomnus’s frustrated moans echoed behind her.

**

Sania, a sraudornian drengriar with a light olive hued complexion sat behind her desk, sweeping through the magazine detailing the newest fashion in the north.

The crimson collars of her blouse loosely buttoned out with the necktie on the desk gently caressed her chiseled cheeks as they were buried between her crimson collars, she periodically moistened her already gleaming golden lips as she frantically changed between the pages, each with a beautiful woman or handsome man draped in the newest creations of the northern fashion industry.

“She forgot once again.” Sania sighed as she put down the magazine, she read for the hundredth time to kill some time. The young sraudornian was one of the many recent auxiliaries from the southern colonies of the Alliance, hoping to rock up glories in the north or in Eoran after they grew bored of the endless, vibrant deserts. Though so far, she only managed to see the dangers of the Hvitnaforu and the milk smooth snow silvery walls of the underground post.

“I guess I’ll have to buy them myself next time.” She said to herself as she straightened her posture in the leathery chair of hers. For the past few weeks she wanted to at least get her hand on a travel magazine so at least she could plan things out for her free-days. Though their supplier so far forgot to buy a few copies for her.

Suddenly her oval face with chiseled elvish features lit up with slight excitement at the ring of the elevator doors, her short luxuriant light brown short hair in a boyish style rustled while the crimson beret stiffly remained on top of her head as her delicate, athletic body sprung up from the chair, barely towering over the curving corner desk. With hands curled into a fist, pressed against her bountiful breasts, she greeted Selindrae then her gleaming golden lips started moving.

“Ah, shouldn’t be two of you?” She asked awkwardly. “Should have been.” Selindrae said with a friendly smile on her alluring elvish visage. Once more, before Sania could have inquired further, Selindrae quickly pulled up her wand pistol and only allowed a single huh out from the poor drengriar before she fell into her chair unconscious, rolling towards the wall.

Selindrae placed down the suitcase and stepped behind the desk, tapping down the leather clad body of Sania dreaming of the vast eerie plains of the Noyachny region, fighting against the revolutionaries hiding in its dark forests, hidden caves and abandoned hamlets. With each tap, Sania moaned softly which creeped Selindrae out a little as she started hurrying up.

In the end she took the dampening cuffs from Sania and secured her hands behind the chair, pushing her up a bit. Then she procured her almost fully used up roll of black sealing tape, and tore off a short strip which she swiftly pressed and smoothened against her golden lips which now bulged out from behind the glistening, soft and dark surface.

Before she moved on – just in case – she used up the rest of her black sealing tape on securing her ankles to the singular leg of the chair under the leathery seating before moving on for the last one which she dreaded a little. The assigned volvaeth of the outpost said to be an exceptional beauty even by Black Rose standards.

**

“I think I forgot something.” Down one more level below, Kirstine yawned softly even as her glistening lips expanded wide and tall. Her hands stretched high towards the ceiling as she sat behind her lavish desk, the blouse sleeve’s glinted as the glowstones impartial white lighting fell onto their faultlessly smooth surface with a grand luster still unparalleled by the rival Myelian Sects.

“Probably wasn’t that important.” She noted to herself as she finished the last few milliliters of her coffee.

Kirstine was an exceptional beauty even before she joined the Black Roses, blessed with a face with perfectly aligned features including her wide, alluring lips, almond contoured eyes of a deep orange golden shade, voluminous long deep purple hair reaching down to her hip at the back while on the both sides strands reached either side of her waist while thick, unruly bangs covered her forehead.

Her body had a perfect hourglass shape which got even more highlighted in the form fitting uniform of the Black Rose, which in her case consisted of the snow silvery blouse with deep azure collars, neck, hemline and cuffs. On top of it she currently wore only her corset vest which neck she preferred folding out from under the shadow of the blouse collars and stretch them up to almost cheek high in length while tilting them ever so slightly.

“Oh yeah.” As she felt the elevator bringing down one person, she looked at her necktie resting on her desk amidst stacks of papers, she left it there to allow the gleaming collars to spread in their confines as she stood up. She straightened her knee long skirt into which her leathery high heels slipped into then circled around the desk and headed out into the corridor.

Her heels clicked with each step as she headed towards the stairs leading up, but then stopped when she felt the tickling sensation of mana floating in the air as Selindrae rudely knocked out Sania. The left eyelid of hers closed down and she placed two of her fingers over it while mana poured into it.

She watched as Selindrae gagged Sania then moved on to the cottage level where she saw Unomnus and the two Drengriars bound together confirming that their plan failed to an extent. “Oopsie.” She murmured as she remembered not informing Sania on the possible thieves. Though for a moment, her cheeks reddened as she felt a hotness form within her body as she watched Selindrae secure the sraudornian auxiliary.

The shapely breasts of hers in the confines of her sleek uniform expanded, hot air from her lungs breezed her lips as she heaved a sigh and turned towards the teleportation room where she decided to await the somewhat unassuming Selindrae.

Kirstine slid back her left sleeve and looked at her watch, then took a deep breath as she heard the approaching footsteps. “Welc...” Her lips started curling up into an affable smile while her mana channeled into her arcane points, forming inscriptions of charming, but just like with the others, Selindrae had none of it. A single mana bullet of mauve shade flew out without a single noise from her wand pistol’s barrel, straight into Kirstine’s abdomen.

Clutching her stomach while the inscriptions of charming faded away, she fell onto her knees, than onto her sides as her eyes closed shut. “I guess that worked out better for me in the end.” Selindrae said as she grabbed Kirstine’s wrists and dragged her out from the teleportation room.

**

A few hours later Kirstine woke up to a multitude of sensations. The first which made her gently moan was the sweet cinnamon like scent of Sania entering her nostrils which expanded as she inhaled plentiful. The second was the gentle fondling of her cheeks perpetrated by Sania’s dragonid leather coat’s soft touch.

Then the first visor one came when she opened her eyes and stared at the outer sharp slope of the coat’s collar followed by the pain coursing through her body which faded after a few seconds.

“Nrn, nrn.” Then as the image sharpened, she found herself quite close to the southern Sister of hers whose cheeks reddened a few millimeters above the black tape wounded across her face. Her wrists were forced behind the leather chair’s back right besides Sania’s waist, tightly wrapped in silver sealing tape with even her fists secured into mittens.

Her ankles crossed under the chair, forced to the opposite side to Sania’s as she sat on her lap with copious amounts of tape keeping them together. “Nnn'ph mmnrrm.” Kristine tested the strength of the tape trying to calm her already calm subordinate, and just as she expected it the sealing tape lived up to its fame. Her mouth muscles were numb in a way she did not feel it, making it impossible to form proper words while also smothering her arcane veins and points.

Their fragrant and hot breaths intermingled while Kirstine still tested her binds and realized there was no escape, so better to enjoy it while rescue was on the way.

“MMhnph nrm mnn nnnng?” Sania let out a surprised whimper as Kristine slid back onto her shoulders, the warmness in her body rose as Kristine’s rosy hot breath assaulted her neck, slipping through the layers of silken and leathery clothing cooling futilely her body. The two of them with awkward head positions stared into each other’s eyes, then their taped lips fondled each other while their moans softly echoed deep underground – while in the cottage level the rest of the trio slowly woke up, squirming and moaning, just like the four in the truck.

**

“Exceptional work just as I expected from you Miss Selindrae.” Ilsarei said, her lipless mouth would have smiled if it could as she glared at the three vials of pure Black Rose Blends.

Her head then suddenly jerked up, and her eyes behind her mask glared inquiringly at Selindrae before she voiced her question. “What about the traitorous wench?”

A faint gulp came from her as she prepared to answer. “She is now besides her Goddess.” Selindrae stated the lie coldly while a faint smile adorned her alluring aelfrith visage.

“Oh so you don’t worship her?” Ilsarei asked while her head tilted slightly to the left, letting the sun’s warm glow brace her porcelain mask. Selindrae answered by shaking her head once. “I see, I guess that can be expected after what happened with your mother.”

Her expression remained calm, but when those words reached her ears, Selindrae quivered a little as she wanted her past to remain in the fogs of history. “Anyway, here is the payment as promised. Hope I’ll be able to call upon your services if the needs arise.” The two rose from their seatings and Selindrae whirred as her hands gently tightened around Ilsarei’s dried husk of a hand with long obsidian claws.

Kiri escorted out Selindrae and two bid each other goodbye after Kiri gave her the final payment for the gig. The stygian’s hellish eyes lingered on Selindrae for a few more moments before she returned to her mistress’s side. Selindrae herself hastened her steps gradually as her heart pounded, a chill ran across her spine.

“Hope not.” Selindrae whispered as she stopped a few dozen meters away from the towering metal fence, staring back at it the opulent mansion one last time before she walked slowly away, keeping her eyes wide open to her eerily empty surroundings, the sounds of the city far in the distance.

Two oval eyes of indescribable allure watched as Selindrae put the payment fitted into an enchanted envelope into her leather jacket’s inner pocket before she continued on unaware of the one-horned beauty forcing her already into her plans.