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Archon Vail on the Island of Wreclast (Causeway x Theris)

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The Gangrel Mutt was an Imperial prison barge, a fact that was blindingly obvious to all but the most ignorant that gazed upon it. The red and gold banners that fluttered from its masts, the uniformed guards in matching raiments that stood vigilant on its deck, steel gleaming in the blistering sub-tropical sun, to the dingy, swamp and filth-ridden lower hold where prisoners of all sorts were chained in place, awaiting their final fate.

Amongst those in the hold was a young half-elf, who'd been left alone for the most part after a burly half-orc had tried to claim him three days into the passage. He currently wore nothing more than a pair of sack-cloth trousers, along with his manacles. A fresh scar itched on his forehead; the mark was a geometrical pattern that was visible on all exiles, clearly displaying what they had been banished from the Empire to the island of Wreclast for.

The ship reached the Bay of the Damned, the only viable harbor on the island of Wreclast. As the Mutt dropped anchor, the crew above got to the business of preparing several longboats to take their passengers on the final length of the journey; the ship itself would not risk stowaways climbing aboard by docking itself.
 
Archon Vail sat on his own in the hold, the other prisoners giving the young Half Elf a wide berth. This was do to his treatment of a Half Orc that thought to make the young man his property. Vail had stunned the beast, though the chains that held him in place made such actions difficult, the didn't completely restrain his movement. He then summoned lightning to his fingers, offering to reeducate the green-skin on how to treat other people. He had made the offer with a calm smile, and since then the burly creature, and the others had left him more or less to himself. The guards had also traded his old manacles afterwards for ones that dispelled magic, a safety precaution they hadn't known they needed until then.

Archon was an innocent man, whether or not the others believed him, but his explanation hadn't been sufficient in light of all the evidence. So he found himself on the Gangrel Mutt traveling to Wreclast, the exiles island. He heard a loud splash, and guessed the anchor had dropped, Which means we are here he thought. The new mark on his forehead began to itch as he waited in the dark, the clomping of boots above. I hope they give me back my things the thought intruded, and the itching stopped for a moment. There had been a lot in his bags that would be useful during his exile, and the itch returned.
 
Shortly thereafter, there was a commotion from the deck, and the main hatch opened, allowing sunlight and fresh air to spill in for the first time in the voyage. Guards barked out orders for the prisoners to begin climbing up to the main deck. Two lines were formed, male and female, the former being longer than the latter.

"Not you!" A higher-ranked guard barked, motioning to Archon. A pair of guards grabbed him and hauled him off to a smaller boat, already in the water. He was roughly passed down the ropes into it, where another guard awaited, different from the others. His armor was lighter, Archon noticed a metal-bound book hanging from his sword belt, and his uniform included a mystic eye below the sunburst of the Empire.
 
Archon Vail heard the stomping and suddenly there was a blinding light, his hand coming up to shield his eyes. The fresh air was intoxicating, and the Half Elf hadn't realized jut how bad the air had gotten in the hold until this one breath. He took a deep breath, letting it cleanse his lungs. Then the guards started barking orders and the young man followed with the rest of the prisoners. He lined up, again blocking the light to try and see, and was able to make out the longboats, and the beach ahead.

One of the guards called out to him and he was grabbed by two others, roughly pulled out of line. They didn't need to drag him at least, though they kept a firm grip on him as he walked, quickly. He had stopped announcing his innocents about four days into the trip, mostly because his voice had given out. Now that I think about it that's probably why the Half Orc had taken such an interest in me he thought. In either case he was resolved to his fate, more or less, and he descended the ropes quickly, down into the small dingy. Once there he observed the other man, My escort most likely Vail thought, noting the book at the man's waist, as well as his sword and the mystic marking on his livery. The young man gave the guard a smile, "Wow, all this preferential treatment, I think the others might be getting jealous" he said, grinning and seeing how the guard would react.
 
"I doubt that," the mystic guard said, as two more climbed onto the smaller boat, before pushing off. "They've seen what you're capable of, from what I've heard." The larger longboats are loaded up, and start to row towards the main docks of the harbor, but the boat Archon's in turns and heads north, away from the main settlement. Passing behind a large rocky outcropping that obscured the view of the harbor, Archon saw what was distinctly a mage's tower, with its own private jetty. Two more mystic guards were waiting for them, carrying staves that had magic crystals on one end, and sharp-looking blades at the other. Not a word was said.
 
Archon continued smiling as the other two guards joined them and the boat set out towards the beach. The young man turned his head around getting a good look at the island that was to be his new home. As he did so he also noticed that the longboats were making their way south, while his own was heading north. As they rounded a rocky outcropping he saw the tower, large and foreboding against the skyline, its markings identifying it as a mage tower. The guards withing for him carrying some pretty impressive gear Preferential treatment indeed he thought as they drew closer. "so, are you guys just going to throw me out into the forest, nothing but a knife to my name?" he asked jokingly, he hoped.
 
"Mages have to be dealt with carefully," the mystic guard said as they climbed off the boat. "The Lady has an... arrangement to make with you," he added. The two common guards remained with the boat, as the three mystic guards escorted Archon up the path to the entrance to the mage's tower. The doors opened of their own accord as the four approached, and they indicated for the half-elf to enter first.

The first thing that Archon noticed was that it was pleasantly cool within, a welcome break from the hot, humid exterior. The first floor of the tower was one great foyer, with two staircases curving up the outer wall on the far side of the room. The interior was appointed with ochre paneling, a stately affair illuminated by a chandelier from which hung glowing magical crystals. The floor had a great circle with symbols etched into it.

Amongst the furniture was a pair of leather armchairs, with a small tea table set between them. In one of the chairs was a beautiful woman, who was likely older than her youthful appearance. Vibrant red hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a smooth but severe face with bright green eyes. She wore a regal blue bodice that lifted her ample bosoms generously and was cut low to show off her deep cleavage. A pair of delicate spectacles sat on the bridge of her nose, and she had a book open on her lap. Wordlessly, she indicated for him to sit in the chair across from her.
 
Vail nodded his head seriously at the guards comment, then lifted a single eyebrow when they mentioned an arrangement. He followed the mystic guards towards the tower, wondering, what could this lady possibly want with me? he thought. He knew the dangers of rouge mages and the like, so couldn't blame the guards for their care. He smiled at the thought of them learning he had magical talent, three days into the trip, the captain must has shat himself when he heard.

The guards motioned for him to enter the tower, and so he did, feeling the cool air wash over him. He let out a sigh, glad to be out of the heat, and took a long look around, Nice tastes he thought. His gaze settled on the only other person in the room, and he wordlessly looked her over. "You must be the Lady, I must say the title doesn't adequately prepare people to meet you he said, blushing slightly at her beauty, and her cleavage, cleavage never hurts either. He bowed to her, before stepping forward and taking the seat she indicated, hoping that his respectful attitude and language might pay off and maybe get his false sentence revoked.
 
Closing her book with a snap, she set it aside, and it floated away to take its place on a nearby shelf. "Tea, Master Vail?" She asked, indicating the ivory set on the small table in front of him. Regardless of his response, she poured a small amount in one of the dainty cups, and set it upon a saucer in her lap.

"You must be wondering who I am, and why I brought you here. The answer to both questions is rather complicated, and I have no intention of fully divulging either to you. But I will tell you as much as you need to know," she said, her voice sounding almost like a schoolteacher. "I am Lady Amberly Versio, Sorceress of the Imperial Covenant of Mages. And as the spireguard here has no doubt informed you, I have a proposition for you. Are you interested?"
 
Archon nodded his head at her offer for tea "that would be most excellent" He said. Once she was done with her own he reached forward, the shackles clinking softly as he took the teapot and poured a small amount into one of the cups. He had missed tea during his imprisonment, and the trip out here, and savored the taste as he took a small sip of the hot liquid. He perked up at her name and tried to wrack his brain for a match to her name, but sadly his schooling was incomplete, and his recollections of history, and nobles and such were suspect, if not down right wrong.

"Indeed they did, and my schedule seems clear for the foreseeable future. So yes, I'm interested"[/i] he said with a smile. Abyss knows he had nothing better to do here, And if she has a job for me, then she needs me alive for the near future he though with glee. He did not consider that her job might also mean a much shorter lifespan down the road.
 
Amberly nodded. "Very good. Now, I'm aware of your protestations of innocence; whether you are guilty or not it doesn't matter. If you succeed in your task, you will be free to leave as you wish. I'll even erase that mark of yours. If you fail, then you'll be dead. I do not tolerate failure. There is an ancient ruin in the center of this island that I require access to. My duty keeps me here, ensuring that the Empire's interests are seen to on Wreclast. Therefore, I need you to serve as my proxy here. Find this ruin, and gain entrance into it. Once you've done that, I will provide you with additional information."
 
Vail felt his hopes rise at her words, and then plummet to a burning death. The all or nothing deal basically said, that things would be dangerous, and that there was a very real chance he would die. But the hope in his chest rekindled, But if I survive, and do this, I'm free he looked up at the woman, a fire in his eyes, "I'll do it" he replied. "But... I'm going to need my gear" he amended, not that he had much, camping gear, a few tricks, rope, and a couple potions, and his torch. But every little bit help he thought, before holding out his hands, wrists up, presenting the manacles to her.
 
"Don't worry about that," Amberly said. "I have arranged for your supplies to be readied. You'll leave here... adequately provisioned to get started. But you'll likely need more than what I with the resources available to me can provide you. You will need to deal with the denizens for that. Criminals and scum, the lot of them, but they can be bought, at least, and they respect power."
 
Archon bowed his head to the woman, lowering the manacles and taking another sip of tea. The people here were dangerous, but so was he, I'll do what I need to, to get off this island he thought, "Then all I have left to ask is, When do I leave?" he asked.
 
"My, aren't we the eager one?" Amberly asked, raising an eyebrow coyly over the rim of her spectacles. "There are... a few details that we must sort out first. Well, one in particular. You won't begrudge me a bit of insurance, would you?"
 
Archon nodded his head of coarse there's more, she can't let me out of hear without a leash he thought begrudgingly. "Of coarse" he said, putting on a smile. He set the teacup down gently before turning his full attention to the Lady, trying to keep his eyes above chest level, it was harder then it sounds.
 
Amberly stood up, and wordlessly motioned for him to follow her, her hips swaying with every step. Heels clacked on the stone floor beneath the hem of her skirt as she led him to one of the staircases that ascended the circular outer wall of the tower. The layout of each floor seemed different, but on most of them there was a circular or semicircular hallway around the outside with the rooms in the interior sections. On the sixth floor, she indicated a room leading to the interior of the tower. "Go ahead," she said, a coy look in her eye. "Open it, see what you think."

Archon opened the door to reveal... what seemed an odd combination of ritual spell chamber and sex dungeon. Red velvet was draped over most of the surfaces, embroidered with arcane sigils. Contraptions that looked like they belonged in a dungeon were set in magic circles, but their designs were softened, cuffs lined with silk and chains replaced with plush ropes.
 
Vail followed the Lady, his eyes dropping down as they walked, noticing the sway to her hips. He was entranced, as they made their way up the steps, about half way up he was able to break his gaze away long enough to inspect his surroundings. Noting the slight variations from floor to floor, until they stopped, facing a door facing the inside of the tower rather then the outside. she must have some item or something in here, probably a enchanted collar the will shock me if I try to run he thought. She indicated that he should open the door, and though the look in her eyes had him worried, the Half Elf complied and opened the portal. His eyes when wide, for past the door was the kinkiest room he had ever seen. He could see magical glyphs and runes, embroidering red velvet, which dressed the room. Machines that looked like they belonged in a dungeon were everywhere, placed inside magic circles. Their straps and sharp edges replaced with silk and plush. He stood there staring for a few moment what have I gotten myself into he thought, turning his head to look at the woman behind him. "Wrong room? he asked hopefully, though the look that he had seen just moments ago told him otherwise.
 
Archon turned his head just in time to see Amberly's dress hit the floor. She stood there wearing nothing more than red lace lingerie and her spectacles, going from the bottom up, long stockings beneath her high-heels leading up to a pair of around her thighs, a matching thong beneath a sheer corset, with a brassiere that barely concealed her nipples. "Come now, you aren't really going to complain, are you?" She asked, running her fingers delicately down her cleavage.
 
Archon stared at Amberly in all her near naked glory, and he swallowed, all that skin on display fried his brain for a moment. He tried to remember all the vows he had taken, all the training that he had undergone, and for some reason he couldn't remember why the elders had forbidden sexual conduct, nor for that matter if he had ever sworn off women. Fuck it then he decided, before turning to face the woman, his face flushed, but a calm had settled over him, and his eyes flashing along with his smile. "can't think of a reason why I should" he replied, Before stepping back into the room.
 
"Good," Amberly said, and pointed to one particular implement. It was a large ring hanging from the ceiling, manacles suspended from it seemingly designed to hold its subject with their arms and legs splayed out in an X within it. "First, though, remove your... whatever that is you are wearing. Come now, I don't have all day."
 
The Half Elf stripped out of his robes, though it proved difficult with the mage manacles still on his wrists. He did manage however, thanks to the cloth being made up of multiple folds, rather then a shirt design. His trousers soon followed, revealing a profound lack of small cloths, his well toned and muscled body on display for Amberly. His member standing at attention, at 7" was somewhat larger than normal, thicker too. He was also hairless, save for what was on his head. He walked over to the X, turning once he reached the object to watch Amberly's approach, his eyes roving over her body.
 
Amberly's eyes danced over his body as he disrobed, licking her lips in appreciation. "I see that you have an unusually... well-developed physique for a wizard," she purred. "And you are certainly well-equipped..." She sauntered over to him, pulling a key from her cleavage and removing his manacles. "In case you get any funny ideas, you should know that I have at least half a dozen elementals hidden in this room, at my beck and call, ready to rip you asunder at my word." With that, she let the binds clatter to the floor. Sighing contentedly, she began to secure his limbs in the ring, first his wrists than his ankles.
 
Archon grins at her praise "That because I am far more than a mere wizard, the life of a monk is one of near endless training" he replies. He rubs at his wrists as the manacles are removed, and before he can thank her she mentions the elementals. His eyes go a little wide then, even if he had thought to try something, he figured the lady would be more that powerful enough to reduce him to paste, but elementals sounded like overkill. He lets the woman secure his wrists again, the thought of possible instant death holding him ridged against the posts. Also the nearness of Amberly made sure that the rest of him remained ridged as well.
 
"A monk?" Amberly said, leaning in close and giving Archon a good, long look down the front of her brassiere. "Are you not sworn to celibacy? How forbidden..." With that, she ran her silk-gloved hands down the front of his chest, before giving the ring a spin so his back was to her. She leaned over his shoulders, running her hands down his back. "So... business first or pleasure?"
 
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