Content Warning!
This story includes themes, imagery, and language some readers might not find acceptable. These include: homophobic slurs, watersports (piss play), pits worship, power play.
If you find any of these unacceptable, this is not the story for you.
Gliding up the narrow dirt road, Rick was silent. The soft leather of his boots mixed with years of practice to muffle any noise. His pack was expertly arraigned so that nothing would make a peep, a clank, nor a jolt as he traversed the poorly maintained and rarely traveled road leading to the small mountain village of Dragon Pass.
Periodically, birds would chirp in the forest’s canopy. Squirrels and other foraging creatures would squeak at the discovery of more food. The forest’s prey continued their daily lives free of predators, allowing Rick to slightly relax and focus on his mission.
Some time ago, the overly bloated egos at the mage college sent one of their students to this back-woods village. Arnold? Andre? Rick couldn’t remember the poor saps name, but he had it written down somewhere in his pack. From his few run-ins with the college in the past, the big wigs were probably trying to weaponize Elvin and wild magic for yet another pointless war that the kings wanted.
The college lost all contact with him a few months after he arrived. The big wigs, in all their hubris, assumed the village had finally been wiped out. That is, until the village’s tax cart came rolling into the nearest town of size last month. In a scramble to save their pointless reputation, they’d hired Rick to go investigate what happened to their unfortunate student.
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