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

Vail felt his heart stutter a beat as the roar reached him, Coming up on the guards he looks at them and then out at the jungle. "How close do you think the creature that made that noise is?" he asks.
 
The guard shrugs. "A couple miles, at least. You must be new here, aren't you?" He chuckles with his partner. "Outside these walls, this island is covered by monsters, and all other sorts of dangerous beasts. We always travel in groups; have to. Whatever you do, don't get caught alone. You seem to be a tough sort, and your Mark says you killed someone to get here. Might try your luck offering your services to a caravan as a guard."
 
Archon nodes his head in acknowledgment sounds like a bloody good idea he thinks. Taking a leisurely stance near the gate, He begins to wait for a caravan or other large group looking to leave the city.
 
There are several, many of which already have a fair amount of protection, though Archon doubts that any would object to his presence, if he asked to accompany them for free. Perhaps he could learn where they were going, try to find one heading in a direction he liked.
 
The Half Elf asks around, seeing who's going where, looking for a group that is traveling towards the center of the island. He also mentions that he would work for free, to get any tight lipped people to talk.
 
Most of the groups seem to be avoiding the island's center, trying to skirt around the coast. Apparently, most of the active settlements are situated around Wreclast's coastline, with very little civilized habitation towards the interior.

As he searches, he suddenly feels powerful vibrations thrumming at the base of his cock; the stone is buzzing. The sudden sensation nearly causes him to stagger!
 
Archon grows a bit frustrated as it seems that no one was heading farther in. Walking a short distance away to calm down he feel the stone buzz against his prostate and nearly collapses in the sudden shock of pleasure "What the Fuck? he asks in confusion.
 
The stone continues to buzz, and Archon's cock swells until it is nearly prepared to burst from his robes. He feels an odd sensation building alongside of it, different than the typical pleasure the stone causes. He thinks it would be best for him to find someplace to be alone...
 
Vail tries to calmly walk away, the stone rubbing him in just the right way that the first ally he reaches the Half Elf ducks inside immediately. He bolts, turning a pair of corners until he is not visible from the road. As he reaches a secluded place he lets out a moan as he leans over, his hand unconsciously going to his aching dick, pulling at his trousers until it slips inside. Grasping at his member he begins to stroke it as the stone rubs against him steadily and determined.
 
With an almost audible "sproing" sound, Archon's dick pops out of his trousers. The tip is glowing slightly, and there is a distinctive tingling sensation coming from the stone, going up through his balls, and down his cock. If the very notion weren't so ridiculous, he'd think the stone was using his cock like a wand to cast a spell...

Apparently, it isn't ridiculous. He is hit by... almost like a miniature orgasm, and a bright green beam of light shoots out of his slit, and lands in front of him. The image of Lady Amberly Versio appears in front of him, wavering slightly, projecting from his cock. She is dressed in an outfit that is somewhere between the bodice she first wore when he saw her, and the lingerie she wore while inserting the stone in sexuality.

She smiles pleasantly. "And how are we doing?"
 
The young man is surprised when his dick forces its way out of his trousers, tip glowing with arcane light. As he watches the member starts to move with a mind of its own, and almost looks like a wand as it does so. His mouth dropping open as the beam of light shots out of the tip, and moaning at the surge of pleasure. He looks down and sees the image of Lady Amberly, directly below his cock. The outfit that she was warring giving the young man some interesting idea. "Doing well... Ummm... This is odd... I'm trying to hook up with one of the caravans for the trip, but none are going farther inland" he says to her, giving the women the report.
 
"You won't last long on your own. You'll need to put together an expedition, which means you'll need gilders, and lots of them," Amberly says, putting her hands on her hips. "I don't expect this to be done by week's end, you know. This is a major operation. I trust you will treat this with the seriousness it deserves?" Spoken from a woman who's using a cock to talk through...
 
Archon nods his head at her words, though he quarks an eyebrow when she mentions the seriousness of the mission, given their current situation. "I understand", he replied, starting to think about his next move. He needed gold, so that he could get the men, animals, and gear for an expedition. Unlike the rest of the islands inhabitants, who probably would resort to theft and such like that, the Half Elf decided he needed to find some work. In particular, jobs that would pay good coin, and maybe give his some contacts. The serious look that overcame his features didn't match with the situation he was currently sharing with Amberly.
 
"Well, get on it, then. And keep an eye out for your fellow Stone-Bearers. I believe you've met Krystala? A feisty one, she is. If you need magic, I'm the only reputable source on the island, just swing by the tower. Provided you can pay for it." She pauses a moment. "These two points remind me of something. I have a task that I need completing, only tangentially related to your current objective. If you complete it I will pay you in gilders. One of the bearers of my stones have gone missing, in a settlement on the island's northeast shore. If you could locate and secure her, I would be willing to pay... three hundred sovereigns (300 PP)."
 
"I did, she was in a bit of a hurry... and she had one of the most unfriendly stares I've ever seen" Archon said, remembering the look she had given him when he had first entered the tavern. His eyes boggle at the amount as she mentions the job, and nods his head enthusiastically immediately. "consider it done" he said, remembering a few caravans that were heading in that direction.
 
"Well, I believe that is all, for the time-being. Next time I call, be sure to answer more promptly, yes? I know the stone feels good, but I expect results nonetheless. Have you enjoyed this conversation?" Her voice never once loses its all-business tone, and her glare from behind her spectacles remains ever-judgemental, like a strict school headmistress.
 
"Certainly... Now that I know what to expect" he says, dropping what he thought was a subtle quip at the woman. She could have mentioned, 'Oh and by the way, I'll be using the stone to communicate to you through your dick, The stone should vibrate to let you know I'm calling' he thought, though trying to school his expression.
 
Amberly waited a moment, as though she were expecting him to do something. "Will that be all, then? If there is nothing else, I have other uses for my time... Oh, right. You don't know how to stop. Well, I'm going to need you to rub it out in order for this spell to end. If you earn my favor, I may aid you with that in the future, but for right now you're on your own."
 
Archon raises an eyebrow at the prerequisite to end the conversation. Then he gives her image a once over "Well, your image helps plenty in this case" he says, grinning down at the lady. Grasping his member he begins to stroke it for her. It feels good to do again, his mind returning to his first experience masturbating for a few seconds. They didn't compare anymore though, and the Monk figured that was probably thanks to the stone that was currently lodged up his rectum. His gaze wanders over Amberly and her outfit, and he feels the building orgasm. Its not to long before he spurts for her, a couple quick shots that glow a bright green, and he grunts while doing it, leaving a few long green strands splattered next to where the image use to be.

With his problem taken car of the Half Elf makes his way back to the people around the gate. Picking out one of the groups he had talked to before, who had said they were heading northeast, he offers them his services, free of charge, if they would take him.
 
As Archon finishes, spurting glowing green jizz out on the ground, he can't help shake the feeling that someone's watching him... He heads back to the gateway, but now every shadow feels like a threat... and this is Butcher's Harbor, so he's already surrounded by criminals. This would really set a person on edge...

He talks to a caravan master, a grisled dwarf with an eyepatch. "Oh, you mean Forger's Flight? That old place doesn't get much visitors these days; if anyone still lives there, they don't like company and are damn tough. But it's on our way, and you look like you might be good in a fight. So if you want, feel free to come along. Just bring your own food."
 
Vail looks around at the odd feeling, before moving on, keeping an eye on his surroundings as he makes the trek. He carefully inspects everyone he runs across gauging their threat level. Speaking with the grizzled dwarf the Monk agree to his terms "Sounds manageable. Why aren't you sure if anyone still lives there?" He asks.

Perception roll 18 to see If Archon can spot the cause of his odd feeling
 
Vail does not see anything distinctive, though he does think he spots shadows moving out of the corner of his eyes.

The dwarf shrugs. "I haven't been up that way in some time. Forger's Flight's always been a small, tight-knitted community, composed mainly of intellectuals. Folk who were sent here for more cerebral crimes, hence its name. Probably have a few hedge mages up there too. Keep to themselves mostly." He pauses. "If you don't mind me asking what your business is there, I might tell you if I think it's worth your time."
 
Archon nods his head at the dwarf, "Someone I know when missing out that way, I'm going there to find them" He replies. Amberly's words echoing in his mind about not trusting people to much, and he figured the the dwarf didn't need to know someone was sending him out that way.
 
The dwarf shrugs. "What, they owe you money?" Archon was reminded that honor was more precious than gold on Wreclast. "Well, don't get your hopes up. Folk disappear from this place all the time. Anyway, we'll be departing soon. Anything you need to take care of before we leave?"
 
The young man smiles "They owe somebody something" he replies. He shakes his head at the second question, " no, I'm ready to leave when you do" he says, hiking his bag a little higher on his shoulder.
 
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