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Hell's Bailiff - Chapter 3 Part 1 Edited September 5th, 2011 to relocate action to pre-Millennium Mystara. Over the next couple of weeks I began to hand off operations to my trusted major domo. One of the major hitches to be resolved was our teleporter. For the moment it was powered by my eldritch fire but once I was gone, we'd be at a severe disadvantage. I dropped a pile of cash and gave orders to get it working somehow, but while teleportation platforms weren't a new technology, they were a pricey one and could take a long time to set up to be self-powering. Meanwhile, I powered it up and teleported back to Sundsvall to consult my mentor. I had given Kana's offer to be a bailiff some thought, and decided it was at least worth a try. There was no point second-guessing so much that I ended up paralyzed with indecision. First-hand experience would tell me if it were a mistake or not. In between missions I guessed that I would be able to tend to company business or ...

(last episode on Hell's Bailiff...) Edited September 5th, 2011 to relocate action to pre-Millennium Mystara. "Help! Help! He's trying to kill me!" Thank the gods (sheesh, that's ironic, isn't it?) Kristy was there. She didn't ask any questions and opened the gate to the estate to let me out. I threw her hammer to her and she deftly caught it and brought it up in defense. "Vanya smite thee!" cried Jude. He smote down on her with divine force, forcing her back. With a gesture, I caused blue eldritch fire to rise from the ground, invade his very body, and burn up through his every orifice - the fiercest spell I had so far mastered. He was staggered, but somehow still standing, and ran around Kristy. I backed off and pulled shut the gate. He cursed and yanked it open. Kristy was behind him now and came in with a low swing behind a knee to take him down. I closed quickly and pressed my flaming palm over his chest before letting loose with ...

(last episode on Hell's Bailiff...) Kana winked at me. I glared at her. :My dearest Simon..." she said telepathically, :I am a wicked devil, don't you know? It's my job to collect souls, and here was one, ripe for the plucking. Oh, and as I did all the work on this one, I'm sure you'll agree their souls are mine and won't count toward your debt.: My stomach felt funny in that "growing sense of panic" sort of way. Hell's Bailiff - Chapter 2 Part 2 :Answer me: What did you offer him?: She just smiled. I ran downstairs. When I neared my secret office where I called on Kana's underlings to handle various pacts when she wasn't around, I could hear Bella crying out. But they weren't in my office. They were in my 'dungeon'. That is, that naughty playspace for the kinky. Oh, dear reader, don't be judgmental. Every large estate has one of these squirreled away somewhere, or at least a pair of handcuffs tucked und...

Hell's Bailiff - Chapter 2 Part 1 Edited September 5th, 2011 to relocate action to pre-Millennium Mystara. Not a week after Kana's offer, trouble came to my front door. My butler informed me of callers who refused to not be seen immediately, and really, had enough clout to barge their way in anyway. Kana touched my mind. :Priests of that bothersome Vanya, honey. I guess they're on to you. I wanted to warn you they were coming but I was a bit busy. Sorry.: She had the most delightful tinkling laugh, I had to admit. Anyway, she caught my mental "harrumph". I had enough political connections who were "on to me" already but who had continued to shield me because of what I could schmooze for them. :Oh, please. You wound me with your suspicions!: Kana whimpered. It is a generally futile exercise trying to sift fact from fiction when it came to devils, but the mortal mind has a habit of turning endlessly over things of entirely no use. Had she ar...

Hell's Bailiff - Chapter 1 Edited September 5th, 2011 to relocate action to pre-Millennium Mystara. Deals with devils. The devils always come out ahead in the end. I guess I knew there would be Hell to pay at the end, but life is short -- so have dessert! And honestly, look at the advantages: You get to short-cut the drudgery of schooling, finding a job, scraping together money, trying to marry up. Even the priests who worship the gods better their situations through the politics of church and state than from any favour of their patrons dropping bags of money over their heads. What I wanted was a quick solution. I wanted it now, and there was a way to get it, so why not? Power, money, and sex. That's what I wanted. But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Simon. I live in Sundsvall, the capital of the glorious Empire of Alphatia. We are a generally godless people who worship knowledge and magic more than the gods. Had I been born elsewhere, who could say how ...

Hi Everyone, So, er... It looked like YouTube didn't like me posting the vids of CG sex online. I should have marked them private vids that weren't searchable, but that would still probably have caused trouble anyway. In any case, I finished playing Oblivion a long time ago. The Sexlivion mod was cute, but ultimately the story in that mod was blah. You've probably noticed that I've given up on writing more sexy Oblivion stories. I guess the inspiration petered out there, but I hope everyone still enjoyed the stories posted so far. Going forward, instead of starting a new blog for my writing experiments, I shall just use this blog for more (semi-)erotic fantasy stories. No real schedule here as I have projects on the go, so you can expect only posts when I have time to write and when inspiration strikes. For the moment, I'm poking around with Dungeons and Dragons 4th Edition and Dungeons and Dragons source material in a very loose way -- not as strictly co...

The Garden of Dareloth was a small garden in the Waterfront District. No one really knew why it was called the Garden of Dareloth or why it was there at all. There wasn't even anyone known as Dareloth, and it didn't really belong to any of the shacks. It was, however, a nice place for the locals and some of them took turns keeping the grass trimmed, and the place somewhat tended. The community spirit in even slummy areas can often be surprising to the people on the outside. A shady Redguard hung around there that night, with an argonian. As I approached, a rather cute pink-eyed wood elf also headed for the clearing. She sized me up, frowned, but then put on an aloof and confident look. "It's unusual to have three applicants... So instead of the usual test of skill and trustworthiness, I'm making this a contest." "That's not fair!" the argonian exclaimed. The redguard ignored him. "Whoever brings me the diary of Amantius Allectus -...