The Terribly Arousing Titillating Adventures of Tillena (Kellyintrouble and Jaythous)

[Jaythous]

She found herself on a mission unlike any other from her teacher and master that took her to a specific mansion in the filthy rich eastern neighborhoods of the famous great city of Essex. Situated on the abundant and busy west coast of the Kingdom of Essex the large mega city of Essex held all types and all things from around the world, but she was tasked to still one very specific thing from one very specific person. That person was non-other than the famous and filthy rich world traveling merchant Jason McTominay! Her master had set her up well as his directions lead her directly to Jason's mansion.

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She could smell the sweet breads and roasted meats coming from the great Palace where the King and Queen of Essex were hosting a party for the political elites in the city. Word was Jason was an honored guest and wouldn't be home tonight. As she used her powers of observation and deduction, she saw signs that someone was in the house. Smoke from one of the chimney's, shadows moving behind the windows, but no telling who was home.

When she opened the piece of paper her master had given her the drawn Helmet she was to steel sinister, yet somehow comforting.

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Her master had told her it was magical beyond belief. He had told her not to wear it lest she go mad! Roamer was Jason had already succumbed to the helmet, but her recon had suggested otherwise. Jason was a bit eccentric and revered as a genius, but he was not mad to those who knew him. How was she supposed to steal the helmet and get home to the south to the Pirate Confederacy?

 

[kellyintrouble]

Tillena felt naked as she left the front door of the inn that she had made her home since arriving in Essex. She was actually the very opposite of naked, wearing two layers of clothing. Her dagger, though, along with most of the rest of her adventuring gear, were left behind in her room. Her typical outfit, she knew, would attract too much attention. She would never even get close to the wealthy merchant's home dressed like that. As a humble, robed monk, however, no one would give her a second look. She made her way across town toward the impressive home.

As she walked, she ran through the plan in her mind. Her route took her from the inn, which was out by the Circus, on a path by the merchant's house that would make it look like she was just on her way to the Cathedral. In a perfect world, the place would be completely empty and she could just get in and out. Getting one of his servant's drunk the night before had not given her much information, but it had led her to believe that the helmet would probably be in the basement. The servant had told her that the basement door was always locked. Placing each hand into the sleeve of the other, she ran her fingers over the lockpicks strapped to her forearm to confirm they were there.

Hood pulled over her head, Tillena approached the merchant's mansion. She could see smoke coming up from the chimney. As she slowly walked, she saw occasional movement through the windows. Things never went their easiest, did they? She would have to put the rest of her plan into motion, then. There should be no more than a few staff working, the rest accompanying Jason to the Palace to attend him there.

Quickly scanning the street to make sure no one was watching, she walked up to the front door of the house. She raised the knocker and let it back down. Her heart began to race in her chest like it always did when a plan was put into motion. Things were about to get very dangerous. A few moments later, the door opened and a pretty, young maid opened the door. The look of the girl's uniform threw the thief off guard for a moment. The top seemed to barely contain the maid's breasts, and the skirt left visible most of her thighs.

"I'm sorry to intrude, miss," Tillena quickly recovered. "But I felt the call from Saint Essex to place his blessing on the entry of this home."

It was a deeply held belief in tradition, she had learned, for many of the people of the city. From what Tillena could tell, it felt like a scam. Monks would claim to be drawn to someone's house to bless it. They'd say the little prayer and get a donation. As far as she could tell, those callings always seemed to draw them to the homes of the wealthy.

"Oh, come in," the maid smiled.

Tillena stepped inside as the maid gave her space. She quickly scanned the ornate entry to the house, pleased to see no one else there. Tillena reached into her pocket to clutch a small handful of sand. As the maid closed the door, the thief stepped in close to her.

"Reclosivia endansa," Tillie whispered the magical incantation as she brought the handful of sand up to her lips.

The sand glowed as she blew it out at the maid. At once, the woman fell asleep and Tillena caught her to slowly lower her to the ground. Moving quickly, TIllena took off the monk's robe and then put it on the maid. She opened the door to look outside. When no one was watching, she dragged the slender maid outside and left her sitting in the doorway to the house. She would be asleep for a while. Hopefully, anyone who saw her would just think it was a beggar looking for a little shelter.

Taking a deep breath, Tillena ran her hands over the silken material that now clung to her body. The black fabric of it was so soft and smooth against her skin, covering every inch of her except her bare hands and feet, and also leaving her head uncovered. The suit had been a gift from her master to help her on this mission, magically imbued to help her stay silent as long as it was all she wore. He had told her that it had been crafted from spidersilk stolen from the caves of the dark elves.

Pulling her lockpicks out of her sleeve, she quickly and quietly made her way to the door to the basement.

 

[Jaythous]

Tillena found herself alone in the large open hall with a dramatic wooden staircase at her back after depositing the pretty young maid out front. The pretty young maid had been wearing a dark rose with gold trim and revealing cute dress.

Tillena can see that although the large house isn't furnished with gaudy and ostentatious wealth, all the furniture, paintings and relics in the room are of high quality and in materials that she ither knows as high status or she has never seen before! Some of the artifacts hanging from the walls and standing ornaments on the floor are very curious and exotic. A few she has seen the like before in her travels on the pirate ship, but most she has never seen. The few she has seen she realizes are not just expensive, but very rare, even from the part of the world they came from, which wasn't from Essex.

The great hall in the center of the house is flanked on both sides by rooms and second story rooms where the great hall was one two story room. On the south side of the house are the private living room and in-home privy with running water and on the second floor is the main bedroom, two guests rooms and then a solar jetty / large balcony that overhangs the great hall has a glass window ceiling, and doubles as Jason's workshop. On the north side of the house is the Pantry and buttery on the first floor and a second floor food storage above. While not a mansion of today's standards, the very large house of the time was well styled and dripped with sophisticated wealth of refined taste of substance over simple expensive stuff.

Just as she thought about exploring some she heard footsteps from the Buttery room. A male voice spoke loudly, "Did you have sir's bath ready yet Malinda?" When the male butler didn't hear anything he came out of the buttery and into the great hall. He didn't expect to find anyone except Malinda.

Just then, not two blocks away Jason Mctominay was trying very hard not to roll his eyes as the king's foreign advisor was trying to explain what lead to the northern Empire's great downfall to Jason who had spent time in the Empire's court as was fully area of the real culprits of it's downfall. Yet Jason knew he had to stay on good terms with the advisor, so he simply smiled and nodded. He was about to begin his rebuttal when he felt his home sensors vibrate. There was a magical disturbance at his home! What in the world!?!? Jason had some powerful enemies in the world, but none he knew were anywhere close to the city, let alone his home!? Something wasn't right, he had to go check and as important as this meeting was, the safety of his servants back home took precedence. Jason chuckled easily to the foreign advisor and joked, "Well we shall all learn from those mistakes, I apologize but I must attend to a sudden matter, I'd love to continue this discussion soon." And with that he snuck out of the meetings and dashed home.

When Jason got home about 7 minutes after Tillena first used her magic in his house, he was greeted by the sight of his lovely, sexy, young maid laying against the door asleep. Knowing she would never do such a thing by herself he rushed over to her and tried to rouse her with concern.

 

[kellyintrouble]

"Did you have sir's bath ready yet Malinda?" a male voice from behind her made her eyes go wide.

Her mind raced. The voice was muffled, so there was probably still a door between them. The question hadn't ended with a cry of alarm, so he hadn't seen her. She quickly looked around the room, considering her options. The plush chairs around her did not offer much in the way of cover, and she doubted she could hide amongst the plants. She considered creating an illusion, but anything she created to hide within might stand out too much.

If he was checking on bath service for the master of the estate, this was likely the head butler or something. That definitely seemed like the kind of person who would notice an extra potted plant suddenly popping up. She considered hiding under the grand staircase, but from her angle she couldn't see what was there. If it was blocked or locked in any way, she would be caught red-handed by whoever was coming.

Trusting her bare feet and the magic of her silken garment to keep her quiet, Tillena burst into a run toward the staircase. Running at full speed, she leaps into the air as soon as she hits the first step. She pushes off hard, leaping up to plant the toes of her right foot on the stair's wooden railing and then leap again. Her hand stretched out as she leaped, trying to grab the railing of the balcony on the south side of the house and then pull herself up and over to slip down onto the floor on the other side.

 

[Jaythous]

Tillena 's outfit served her well and allowed her to get out of sight with her magic without being noticed by the Butler. Not long after she had settled on the other side of the staircase she heard him say, "Malinda? Hello? Where are you!? Master is going to be cross if you aren't ready for his bath when he gets back!?" He was almost yelling now. He waited a moment and then grumbled under his breath before walking across the hall to the private rooms.

Tillena was able to let out her held in breath after the Butler moved on to the private rooms. By him moving to the private rooms it made Tillena's decision for her as to which way to explore first in the house. She quickly but silently picked her way over the wooden floor towards the north side of the house with the pantry and buttery where the food was stored and prepared. It was fortuitous as she found a door leading to the basement that she was hunting for.

Once down in the basement the small windows at the top of the arched basement gave little light as the sun began to set. Once her eyes adjusted, however, she was able to see well enough. The basement was one large vaulted brick and cement room. Just after walking down the stairs she found a large selection of wines and liquors from around the world stacked on the wall in a wooden cage. On the other side of the basement was a long table filled with bottles, some brightly colored, and filled with chemicals. Behind the table within stocked shelves along the wall were more colored bottles filled with chemicals and instruments of science and exploration. Further into the basement in the darker areas , behind some casks of ale she found more artifacts and important looking items.

As she approached those she heard foot steps above her and felt a presence enter the house above. She couldn't tell why she felt that way, but there was something extra about who ever just entered. A sense of dread and foreboding filled the pit of her stomach. Just then she spotted out of the corner of her the dark shadows of a large chair and metal straps in an open position at the arms, across the front, and at the top of the chair where someone's neck might be. It looked comfortable enough, patted and sturdy, but there was no mistaking it for anything else then a torture chair. Then on the other side she saw a large wooden X with more restraints attached. On the ceiling there were hooks and bars with restraints, ready to hoist a prisoner up off the floor.

Then she saw the door in the backwall of the basement beyond the torture section. If there was any place Jason would keep his most important artifacts, it would be in there. Just then a second reason for her to dart that way manifest itself as the basement door to the pantry opened and the heavy footsteps of Jason McTominay walked down the stairs. As he cleared the stairs the fading light from the window caught his handsome form dramatically.

Jason had short wavy brown hair cut shorter at the sides with a full salt and peppered beard. His strong, intensely handsome features made his smooth, even youthful skin for his age of 45, made him dashingly good looking. His intense dark grey eyes sparkled in the waning sun light as they narrowed while hunting for what he knew was down here. His strong, muscular upper body filled out his colorful silk robs of his merchant of the city attire.

His bright red velvet merchant hat was in his left hand, the white feather waving in the light ominously as if it was a weapon. The deep velvet red merchant outfit with mustard trim and white tights was something he only wore on occasions at the palace because he was expected to show off his status as a minor advisor to the king.

Jason was tall, six foot two, and looked strong and athletic. His eyes looked directly at her as he said in a low voice that was somehow clam, yet gruff and scary at the same time, "Hello magic user… Why have you invaded my home? I prefer to welcome my guests with a smile and good wine when they tell me of their arrival…" he then opened his hand slightly a manifested a small glowing white ball of energy that also illuminated the basement. There was nowhere to run now. "… I thank you for not killing my beloved maid, but I don't like how you treated her hospitality non-the-less… ahhh… there you are… don't be foolish… you might have magic, but I can detect you lack of experience and power in it's use…"

 

[kellyintrouble]

Tillena's eyes went wide at the sight of the implements that so clearly told her she had made her way into a torture chamber. The cuffs of the looming X-shaped device hung open menacingly. The metal straps on the intimidating chair left no doubt as to how securely they would hold a prisoner in place. A quick scan of the room made it clear that there was equipment here to trap and hold and secure a captive in any way the user desired.

Her mind raced. It didn't make any sense. Nothing that her master had told her, or that she had discovered in her reconnaissance, had suggested the merchant was anything more than a simple trader. But this was not the chamber of a merchant, or even one with a little penchant for dabbling in such things. This was clearly the carefully curated craft room of someone who worked in the business of information, and who was skilled at getting it.

Just as she made the realization, she felt the presence enter the house above her. Her belly knotted up painfully in dread. This was definitely no mere merchant. She had to scrap the mission. She would have to try again another time. This attempt had gone to smoke. It was time to get out.

Tillena had only taken a single step toward the stairs when she heard the door at the top of them opening. Turning back, she ran to the door at the back of the torture chamber. With a quickly muttered incantation, she brought a shadow of darkness down over herself. It would enhance the shadows of the room, hiding her from view unless hit by direct light. Kneeling in front of the door, she quickly set to work trying to pick the lock.

"Hello magic user," a man's voice boomed behind her. "Why have you invaded my home? I prefer to welcome my guests with a smile and good wine when they tell me of their arrival…"

She stayed focused on the task, even as an icy chill ran down her spine. She thought she was getting close to the first tumbler of the lock. Maybe he was bluffing. Maybe he didn't really know she was here and was only trying to draw her out of hiding.

"I thank you for not killing my beloved maid, but I don't like how you treated her hospitality non-the-less…" he continued, his voice seeming to fill the room around her.

Then suddenly the room around her erupted in light, and she knew her time was up. Slipping the lockpicks back into her sleeve, she slowly stood and turned. She had to shield her eyes from the sudden, blinding light.

"Ahhh… there you are… don't be foolish… you might have magic, but I can detect you lack of experience and power in its use…"

Blinking rapidly, Tillena finally got her eyes to adjust to the bright light. She took in the sight of the merchant. He was a brute of a man, tall and strong. The foppish clothes he wore might say pampered merchant, but they could not hide the power of the body beneath. She almost laughed at his mention of her magic. There was nothing in her repertoire that would help her here.

Tillena had never had much interest in learning offensive magic, the sleeping spell the only one she knew. The thought of hurting someone just wasn't to her liking. Her magic was all about deception and disguise, little spells that made her jobs easier. It was for the same reason that the only things her knife had ever cut were cheese, bread, and stubborn snarls in her hair. She held out her hands to both sides of her body, showing they were clearly empty.

"You have caught me, good sir," she said as she took a couple slow steps toward him. "But I beg you not to do anything rash. Things are not as they seem. I assure you I can explain my presence."

Things were, of course, exactly as they seemed. She had no explanation to offer. She was just trying to buy time as she slowly walked closer to him.

Only a few feet away from him, if she got that close, she would pretend to trip, hoping to seem hapless. Then she would throw herself into a roll and come up running, trying to sprint past the big man and up the stairs behind him.