The Chronicles of Reika, Volume I [TitanKO & GMC]

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Have you heard of Reika?

Reika… A thousand years ago, or possibly even several hundred years more, she was born in a small, backwater town on the western shore of the continent of Eresia, in the northeast of the Europa region. From the time she was a young woman until her departure from this earthly realm, she was an intrepid adventurer who visited many foreign lands, principally around Europa.

Born of a poor family of farmers, it was evident to all that she was a young woman brimming with curiosity, interested in any topic. In particular, she wanted to learn about the world outside of her small village. One day, she happened to meet a traveler who came to her village. This made her decide to travel and experience adventure herself. Certain scholars have suggested that Reika had conflicted with a local noble’s child in her youth, and that this particular situation would be the reason for her departure from her home. The claim is controversial, as many of the older transcripts of Eresian aristocracy are rife with historical revisionism. For example, in one version, the child was the son of a local prince. In another, it is suggested that the boy was a prince himself! But the claim, even if anecdotal, has been added as a footnote in Reika’s story as a youth.

In that ancient time, society was limited to just foot and boat travel, so the breadth of Reika’s explorations is truly impressive! It is said that she traveled to the center of Afroca to the South, as far as the River Tigres in Orietta in the East and, in her final years, set her sights on the North Pole - though none truly know if she succeeded to reach the very end of the world.

From what we can tell, we get the impression that it would be appropriate to describe her as having an inquisitive, adventurous spirit, which yearned for strange foreign lands. It is also a stated fact that Reika was as powerful as she was beautiful; several poems and songs were written about her, which are kept in a repository for future reference. As she visited places, she recorded the events in journals, which she left for posterity.

A sampling of her grand adventures, taken from her hand-written journals, might be:

- The Five Dragons of Altago
- The Foliage Ocean in Celceta
- The Sand City of Kefin

These are only some of the stories she recorded. Unlike the woman himself, who swept through the world like a storm, her travelogues, which exceed 100 volumes, currently lie preserved in the Grand Library, situated in the capital city of Europa. Through reading these logbooks, we hope to come to understand exactly what sort of incredible adventurer she was. Sadly, none know of her final resting place; only these volumes allow us a glimpse into her mind.

The tale that we record henceforth is the first translation and novelization that we have done to memorialize her journeys, was taken from the opening section of her most significant logbook, simply entitled;

“The Ancient, Vanished Kingdom”

This adventure begins in the Kingdom of Esteria, which now lies on the ocean floor. The details for how she came to be in Esteria, her discovery of the mythical land of Ys, and her heroic actions there shall be forever weaved into our own communal story.

In this era, light and darkness were still in total chaos. We would like you to read this volume, experiencing her momentous adventures, what she did and feeling as if you were the wondrous woman himself!​

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On the first day of her adventure, Reika drifted ashore to an unknown beach, which overlooked the vast Duarl Sea to its south, she had just been struck by a storm the previous evening and it was now experiencing a calm morning.

Before her departure, the young adventurer had been warned to not go towards the Stormwall. It was an informal title at best; how does one describe a never-ending sea storm that prevents travel to the true ocean depths? Even from where she stood at the port the morning before, one could see a dark, blurry line upon the ocean horizon. Impossible to pass, some fishermen said. Remnants of some dark magic, others suggested. But Reika, undaunted, chose to dare the Stormwall. Folk tales described it as a massive wall of water, animated, almost alive, consciously searching for boats to destroy. They simply accepted to stay away from the deepest parts of the Duarl Sea, finding fish elsewhere. A small, sturdy catamaran was given to Reika, with a final, pleading warning to stay away, as none would be able to help her.

As the brave adventurer approached, the towering wall of water seemed ever distant, as if it was moving away, more and more, until… Reika noticed that she could see it behind her, as well as from every side. There was no place to go, she was surrounded by massive walls of waves, churning onto themselves. There was an eerie silence for a moment, before a droplet of rain landed upon the tip of her nose. The sky turned from clear blue to pitch black in mere moments.

The storm was as sudden as it was merciless. ​

Reika and her ship were battered by crashing waves. The rain was so hard and so cold that it hurt, like iron nails trying to pierce her skin. There was naught but darkness, so she could only try to navigate by the numerous streaks of lightning that landed dangerously close to her vessel. Somehow, she managed to spot a nearby shore through the danger that surrounded her. Her catamaran was then blasted by a lightning bolt, knocking her into the frigid waters. Yet she managed to swim to shore and collapsed there.

When she finally woke, it was to a fog so thick one could wonder if they were walking on clouds. The beach was completely covered by a white mist and it was impossible to see as much as an inch ahead of oneself. Within this world of white mist, one could only hear the gentle, ceaseless echo of the waves quietly breaking upon the shore. Then, another sound broke the monotonous, gentle lapping of waves upon sand.
A voice.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” The voice was that of a man. The r’s were ever-so-lightly rolled, and was not far from her. Though, with the white mist around her, the individual could have been within striking range and she would be yet unable to see him. A brief time later, a cold wind blew into the mist from the mountains, through the dense forest to the north. Alongside the gentle rustling of the trees, the mist started being pushed away towards the sea.

With this, the area around the beach became more visible. The twin moons were high in the sky to the west, which was still colored a rich dark with the night. Hanging before the moons were the vestiges of last night's storm. Fragments of its dark clouds trailed off far to the east. The change in the eastern sky from indigo to violet and violet to crimson were due to the sun, which was just now rising. The mist had already cleared from the beach and it was tinged with a slight red from the light to the east. The beach shone, as if it was ornamented with rubies.

There, Reika could see who had called out. The male was simply dressed, with an ample pair of pants, weaved from some thick fabric. Her was bare-chested and bare-footed, his physique evidently sculpted from years of hard work. There was little fat to be found; instead, sleek slabs of muscle coated his agile frame. His fur was short and as white as the mist. He carried a peculiar weapon, a polearm of some kind, which was currently used as a simple walking staff. When finally he saw Reika, he seemed happily surprised and hurried to her, his padded feet barely leaving a trace upon the sands. “Incredible…! No one has passed the Stormwall for as long as I’ve heard stories of it.” That soft rolling of the r’s indicated to Reika that this was, indeed, the same man that had been searching through the mist earlier. The panther-man saw that Reika was not unharmed, however; she had survived a nightlong ordeal and sleeping facedown on a beach is never the best way to recuperate! Setting his weapon down he gently knelt besides her, gently offering an open paw. “Greetings, Champion. My name is Sasha. I would render you assistance, if you would allow me. I possess poultices and knowledge of the healing arts. Are you hurt?”

 

[TitanK0]

Everything had happened so abruptly. The ship sailed into the wall of storms. The screeching winds and the rain that almost felt as though the droplets had been fashioned into blades crashing into the vibrant blue fur. The waves churning the ship and almost threatening to knock the boat aside with the force. Reika stood near the bow of the ship. A daring venture into the impossible. Defying expectations as she had done from an early edge. Yet for one such as herself even fate had to have it's hand in her ventures. The small catamaran was churning in the waves and the creaking of it's infrastructure made it sound as though the force of the waves themselves would crack the hull into a husk of wooden boards. At the peak of it all, the last thing she could remember was the crack of lightning. A white light that blinded followed by the boom of thunder that sounded. The vessel exploding into wooden shrapnel and the adventurer being thrown from the ship. The dark waters swallowing her. The remnants of what fight she had propelled her through the water. The distant shoreline quickly approaching. A sanctuary among the chaos.. Thrashing and pushing until the soft sand could be felt under her body. Her fight quickly giving out as did her consciousness. The blue furred fox collapsing on the shore unconscious.

A heavy mist hung around the ground, creating an almost ghostly serenity. The furious waves that had preceded her venture seemed to have dissipated, the gentle rolling of waves upon the shoreline could be heard but not seen. The vixen's body felt heavy. Her fur dampened and her muscles burned from the exertion. Even shifting lightly felt as though it would take a significant effort to accomplish. Her digits pressing into the sand as if to ground herself. To ensure that she hadn't passed on and was very much touching real earth. Her clothing was fairly light in design and golden in color. Wristlets and anklets adorning her body along with a fabric that had cupped her breasts and propped them up. A distinct departure from the golden color was a light blue fabric that mimics the color of her fur, restrained by golden clasp on each hip. Her bushy tail was faintly restrained by similar restraints around her ankles and arms. Oddly enough, her clothing while simple seemed to be relatively undamaged despite the struggle. Turquoise orbs scanned about, her eyes looking in the direction of a voice calling out to her. Each ear giving a soft twitch to the sound of a foreign voice. Though unable to make anything out.

As though the voice itself was clearing the miasma of their surroundings, a cool gust of wind pushed through the beach. Returning the mist out to sea. Through the movements she could now see the lands that had been hidden. The cold wind almost seemed to cut through her fur and reach her very bones. The vixen giving a shiver. The colors of the sky and the positioning of the moons suggested that the morning sun would soon be casting it's orange glow across the land, which might mean she hadn't been unconscious for very long. Surprisingly enough given how violent the storm had been. She laid in silence for several moments. Not answering the call from the feline, though her head slowly shifted to take in the now visible sight of the man approaching. His clothing looked to be simple, and he seemed to be hurrying to her side. She had conceded that if this man was hostile, she wouldn't be able to adequately defend herself. Her body ached in pain and he bore a polearm.

Her fears seemingly were quickly eroded. He rushed to her side and knelt down among the sand. The soft rolling of his r's was a welcome tone and helped soothe her. Her eyes closing briefly for a few moments. Her accomplishment didn't sit light with the feline who seemed amazed in her success. Though in her current state, it hardly felt as victorious as some of her previous bouts had. Reaching out, her paw slowly reached to clasp onto his paw. Taking it in her own and giving it a squeeze. The strain of her muscles sent a ripple of pain and tension through her body. It wasn't unbearable but it did bring a wince to her face. "Greetings.. my name is Reika. I would appreciate that.. I don't believe I have any wounds but I am in pain." She spoke calmly for all that she gone through, though her teeth did grit a little as she tried to pull herself up some by using his hand as an anchor. Her eyes scanning over the chiselled musculature of the man before her. "Where am I?" The question probed a space, inquiring to learn more. Had she successfully penetrated the mysterious veil, the fabled storm wall? As the realization began to set in upon her, she could feel a small warmth inside of herself. A radiating pride that offered the woman a brief recompense from the earlier exertions and thrashing waves that had punished her so violently.

 

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The panther indeed aided the woman named Reika to her feet, releasing his weapon to hold her with both paws when she winced in pain. It was evident she had gone through much; it was only through her own determination and sheer will that she had been able to survive her ordeal. The handsome male creature eased her to a full standing position, as she clearly did not wish to remain face-down in the beach sand. His eyes closed for a moment and when they opened again, the area around his paws glowed with a white luminescence. "By the power of the twin Goddesses, may your wounds be healed." He put a hand to her forehead and the other to her midsection, his warm palm pressing softly against her abdomen and the lean, sleek muscles there. There was a sudden wave of warmth and relief that pulsed through both of his padded palms, echoing throughout her entire figure. It was like she could somehow sense the insides of her form. With each heartbeat the sensation returned, beginning at his hands and rippling throughout her form, to gently caress every single nerve ending she possessed. From the tip of her toes to the tip of her hair, there was no part of her that remained untouched. She felt freshened, reinvigorated, like a new woman. Gone were her aches and pains. Not only that, but it felt her with a pleasurable sensation, of a gentle caress that had reached every angle of her body. The male known as Sasha removed his paw from her forehead, putting it to her shoulder while his other paw remained to her bared midsection, the tip of his fingers absent-mindingly sliding slowly along the top edge of the metal fastenings that held up her loincloth. She was stunningly beautiful, barely dressed, and she pleased him immensely. It showed in how focused he was on her when either one of them spoke.

The proximity of them, young, firm, nubile creatures created a tension that was delicious.

"You are in Esteria, Reika. You have pushed through the Stormwall; the stories of our ancestors state that for as long as it has stood, none could ever pass it. According to some, it is over 700 years old. But you, Champion, were able to. This is a good omen." He nodded to his words, breaking his gaze from her to look to the side, at where she had awakened. He said nothing but glanced back at her, tilting his head towards the beach so she could look as well.

The mist had already cleared from the beach and it was tinged with a slight red from the light to the east. The beach shone, as if it was ornamented with rubies. The Whitehorn Beach was on the southern tip of Tuteppe Isle in the southern portion of Esteria. It ran lengthwise from west to east in a gentle arc, like a bow. It is said to have been about 1 kilomeyle long. When drawn on a map, the beach looked like the horn of the legendary unicorn. Thus, those who lived in the area also called it "The Horn of the Unicorn." The width of the beach ranged from 20 meyle to 40 meyle, depending on the ebb and flow of the tide. On the north side of the island ran a dense forest, extending across the entire area (in truth, over half of Esteria was covered in forest). The unique glistening color of the beach was quite rare elsewhere. It was, however, found here, where the sand was mixed with about half jadeite. For that reason, it reflected the sun well and, at dawn and dusk, it was dyed red in those places where the sky wasn't covered in clouds. It made for a beautiful sight, the red of the beach matching the red of the dawning sun, with the waves gently lapping at the shore. “The Horn of the Unicorn greets you, Reika.”

The strapping, muscular male besides her moved his free paw out, palm facing downward. He slid a bare foot under his halebard’s shaft and in a show of skill, flipped it up off the beach and caught in with one smooth motion. Planting the blunt tip of it in the sand he looked back at her, enjoying the closeness with her. “You must be famished after such an ordeal. I set up camp a little further into the woods. It is sheltered, with food and water. There is also a pond, if you wish to bathe. Seawater and sand are a bit abrasive to one's skin.” He smiled at her warmly. The idea of sharing a meal with this male, perhaps even a bath… It seemed like this would be a good morning after all.

 

[TitanK0]

Reika's breath heaved when she was raised to her sore feet. Her ankles hissed out in pain from the sudden exertion and her stance at best appeared to be shaky. Laboring while she leaned her light weight into the well built panther. The glow of his paws was unnoticed, as when his eyes opened and their gaze met she found herself entranced. The events that had preceded her undoubtedly had taken their toll but the beauty of the beachhead along with the attractive Panther was doing enough to briefly take her mind from the pain. At least until his palms began to roam along her body. The glow of his hands and the words that were uttered seemed to at first escape the vixen. Not noticing at first, though both of his padded palms began to radiate warmth. Rising through her head and through her midsections. The aching muscles themselves, the pained nerves seemingly being relaxed by the very digits that trailed along her fur. The relief caused an audible coo to escape from the vixen in a satisfied sound. Finding her hands settling on the muscular definition of his chest. He continued to work in momentary silence and a dull pleasure began to roam through her body. Newly explored and felt thanks to the muscular Panther's wonderful paws that explored her body. Carefully as his trail left her body relaxing in his grasp. As the tension left her body, and the aches and pain disappeared, his grasp moved from her forehead to her shoulder. All the while digits began to slide along her fur along her bare midsection and teasing against the gilded fastenings around her waist that kept her garment on. Barely hiding much at all from the eager view. Her gaze met his while standing in silence. An undeniable tension filling the air around them and a part of herself almost dared him to slip his digits beyond the fastenings to explore what little had been hidden away.

Though that touch didn't come. Not yet at least. Their eyes continued to be locked while his gaze met hers. Those words causing her ears to perk atop her head, giving a subtle twitch while the realization that her venture had been successful. A shocked expression gracing her face for a moment. "I.. can't believe it.." she finally murmured to herself, her eyes finally breaking from the impressive man before her at the gesture back to the beach beyond. It had been beautiful in her brief gaze but even more so now with the mist having departed and the full expanse fully visible. One paw sliding downward to rest near his abdomen. Though she found herself letting her other settle on his shoulder and feigning using him for momentary stability. While inwardly savoring the feel of his body and undeniably curious about what lingered beneath the clothing. Though that was a matter for another time. The realization of her momentous venture lingered heavy in her mind. Struggling in a daring battle between her eagerness to explore the land and to explore the impressive feline before her. A bright smile gracing her muzzle as she finally separated from their close proximity to slowly stand up straight and put a little room between their bodies. A huff of breath escaping her. "This is wonderful. I'm excited to see what Esteria has in store." She added, a warm grin showing on her muzzle as her eyes continued to take in the sights of the Horn of the Unicorn. The beach with it's curious composition glistening in an elegant display.

Though just as quickly as the world that laid beyond the Stormwall had opened up for her, her attention was undeniable drawn back to the Panther when he gave a bit of a display of his own talents. The halberd being twisted and returned upward after a small flip. Her eyes settling back on him again while offering a pleasant grin. Listening to his proposal before looking past him and the almost red glowing sand Northward. He had mentioned a forest and Reika had never been shy on confidence. "That sounds wonderful, I'm a little curious if my savior is planning to join me?" she added, a playful glint showing in her turquoise gaze. Hinting at the tension that had been building between them. Now that the pain had disappeared, she could focus more earnestly on her company. Though she offered him just a moment to think on the idea before she decided to test out just how well his magics had been. Setting off with a quick pace. Aiding these movements was a nuanced sway of her hips. The fabric flowing in time with her movements as did her bushy tail. She in truth had no idea where his camp had been, but with the hint of the forest she figured giving a moment of lead and an opportunity for the Panther to take in the sight of her brilliant blue fur admittedly tinged with some of the reddened sand and the outline of her figure and namely the curvature of her rear as the fabric either showed a teasing glance of a round cheek. "This way right? Are you coming Sasha?" Her tone was light and playful. Even holding a feigned innocence as though she was unaware of what the movements of her hips had been doing. The weight of the world seemingly fallen from her shoulders just as the pain had not so long ago.

 

[Giantmutantcrab]

She was everything any warm-blooded creature could dream of. Not only was Reika accepting Sasha's tender caresses, she actively desired them and wanted more. She mirrored him, her delicate hands moving over the male panther's chiseled physique. He wasn't too much taller than she was, but was built with the grace and power of a gymnast. Her sliding paw from his chest to his abdomen sent shivers rushing over him and she could feel the sudden, rippling tightening of his muscles. She had a real, deep effect on him. They were viscerally attracted to one another and neither one denied it. She stepped away from him, turning her back to him and heading towards the forest.

The beautiful blue-furred vixen had asked if he was going to join her in her bath. Momentarily stunned by her boldness he stared at her, his eyes rolling down her curves to her stellar backside, plump and firm cheeks bouncing lightly with each roll of her sensual hips. Her loincloth was barely covering anything and it made the whole experience that much more enticing. Her figure was amazing and she looked at him from over her shoulder with a teasing smile and a suggestive question. Of course he was going to follow her; but this only made him want to run after her. He very nearly did; Sasha hurried to her, a large smile crossing his face. Were they not young, gorgeous creatures in the bloom of their lives? If they wished to throw themselves into vigorous passion… Why not?

The young man chased the stunning young woman for a few moments, catching up with her and wrapping an arm around her waist. The proximity was magnetic; they wanted to be close to one another. So he moved with her, his strong arm around her, his thumb hooked into the waistband of her loincloth, as they walked. The woods were healthy and deeply-colored; the forest floor was mossy and felt like walking on a living carpet. The trees were large and sturdy; birds fluttered away at their passage and signs of life were everywhere. To think that but a few short hours ago she was struggling for her life against the skies and seas themselves! Perhaps this also added to the primitive desire they felt for one another; when one comes so closely to their demise, everything afterwards seems more colorful, full of life and desirable.

Soon enough they came at a small clearing, no more than ten feet in diameter. A tent was set up, the lightweight structure made of some kind of treated, waterproof fabric. It was rather small; large enough for one person to be comfortable, but two would be… snug. Then again, seeing how well they were getting along, perhaps that night-long closeness was exactly what they wanted. A small campfire, surrounded by local stones, gave off warmth and a sense of security. Then, there was the smell. It was simply heavenly. A small cooking pot was set upon the heat, held in suspense by a simple yet functional pair of upside-down V-shaped iron rods. There was something hearty and meaty and bubbly inside the pot. Some kind of thick stew with large slabs of meat. By the smell… Porc, perhaps? Sasha knelt besides the pot, tilting his head to the side as he stirred with a large wooden spoon, nodding slowly. “It will be ready soon.”

His eyes then slowly raised to Reika, a sexual smile sliding upon his features. “I believe you will have ample time for that bath, Reika.” Setting his weapon aside he slowly rose to his feet, walking past her but brushing against her as he did, moving to the back of the tent, probably to his bag. When he appeared again from behind the tent, he indeed had retrieved a large towel and what appeared to be a bar of soap. From its scent it was probably made of goat’s milk. The panther turned to face her, taking a slow breath as he approached her again. “Since you invited me to bathe with you… It only seems fair that we lather one another…” He purred the words out as he walked so very close to her, his chest against her back, his head tilting to one side with intense curiosity. His voice was a sensual whisper now, the edge of the soap bar slowly sliding along Reika’s firm stomach, to her navel, resting against the thin waistband of her loincloth. “But now… Should we disrobe ourselves… Or each other?” He moved his muzzle so very close to the back of her neck, hot breath sliding along her sensitive skin there. He pressed his groin against her ass and she could feel that he was VERY excited, judging by the massive bulge hidden under his ample pants. He then stepped back, moving towards the south-east, probably towards the creek where they could bathe.

“...Are you coming, Reika?” He smiled a coy, purring smile at her, eyes raking over her fine figure with lustful intent. Another adventure awaited Reika this day.