Dragon Helm

Starling did not rest, it was a world full of life and color, as well as 256 bits of pure serene, blissful fantasy. The world was set up as one gigantic continent that had many lands laid out all over its vast body of earth. In the millions of acres spanning leagues upon leagues, there were all spectrums of natural wonders. In the Northwest, along the shores of the Serpent Seas, stood Gonh. The barren waste was the product of its own wars waged on the shore. Thanks to bloodshed for its resources, the land was ravaged of its good until it was dust.

The jagged rock formations on its flatlands ranged from the size of trees to the size of castles. Many holes were dug into the sides of these rocks, allowing creatures to reside within their protective bounds. Gonh was nothing to take lightly, not when its heats raised to levels well up in the levels that zap your strength if you do not take the necessary precautions.

The harder creatures, the orcs were infamous for their cold-blooded nature and were normally good for characters around level twenty and thirty in the more rocky areas. There they were, a tribe merely known as Gosh’rik, or “Rib-bones” in their native tongue. These green abominations stood around five to six feet tall, however, sometimes they came in much taller. Some were essentially the size of a hill; these were rare, but did exist.

These Gosh’rik orcs sat in a circle, eating their latest prey. It was some bird that lived in the desert who also feasted upon scraps. Either a vulture or a raven, they did not care, it was not good but it filled their bellies.

Then, there came the sweet aroma of something else. Something smelt of hormones, but the meat smelled sweeter than that of the apples they sometimes got off of passing merchants by coin or by death. All of them began to wield their chosen weapons in their large, thick hands as they rose from their sitting position.

“Whoa, may have overdone it.” The pegasus mare said as she stumbled down the very tall rocks as she got to the ground level and kept going. Barely even a stitch on her, her shirt was on wrong and her pants didn’t look like they were hers as they were not buttoned and they still looked too small. She was white in the fur and blond hair with pink streaks running across them. “Ugh… that’s the last time I use a fan-made map!” She even carried a mug of ale along with her, unable to keep her balance, but sipping the beer so it didn’t spill.

“BANKLA!!!” The Orc chief, who stood much taller than his other subordinates who readied for plunder as well. “Doomoo!” He pointed out toward her, and all six of them began their charge.

She saw the oncoming and stopped in her tracks, her nipple slipping for a moment as she looked at it then shrugged, downing the rest of her ale in just a few gulps. As she finished it, one orc was met with a straight arrow between his eyes. The shot came from the tall rocks behind her, as she unlatched the last button in her shirt and revealed all of her fur and her medium sized breasts. Then she launched her wooden mug of ale straight for the first orc within her sights.

The rest of them stopped and watched the frontline grunt get toppled by one single throw of her mug. Without warning, there came one more arrow, one that took out a smaller orc to their surprise. Not only that but the much taller mare came in, revealing herself to be around seven foot one feet tall, or eighteen centimeters for the metric folk. Her fist collided with the first orc to come within her grasp. Her fists made quick work of him with five shots, and lifting her arm up to block a shot with a spear. She watched as a fleck of blood came from her arm and she sneered.

Sierra immediately pulled the axe from the orc remains on the ground and smashed it deep into the orc’s chest and armor, pulling it from him and then finishing him with a digital decapitation that makes him disappear. Yet another arrow struck the next orc that came upon her. This time he was just slowed, the arrow sticking out from his stomach. Then another two attached to his brain. The mare met sword to axe with the Chieftain of the Gosh’rik Orcs stepping forward to meet her in battle. The larger, more war painted and armored orc kept his extremely large blade trained upon her axe, then was struck with an arrow in his chest.

“Aaarrgg! Damnit, Ceru! I got this!” Sierra growled as she began to chop. She easily dismantled his defense with a grunt as she swiped her axe for his chain mailed chest with the arrow sticking out. Then three more popped into his shirt, causing him to grunt with death soon to follow. He collapsed to the ground and the now fully nude warrior mare stood up straight and flipped him off in the distance. “Right here, dear sweet brother of mine! Right, fucking, here!”

“That’s not very nice!” A voice came from the rocks.

“Oh, good! Then FUCK YOU, DEAREST BROTHER!” She coned her hands around her muzzle as she shouted toward the voice. There came a small pause.

“Okay…” The voice said in a small, but hollered way. This made Sierra roll her eyes, looking at the piles of loot that remained as the orcs had all dissolved into pixels.

There came Ceru, he shared many looks with his sister, including their white fur and their wings. Their eyes were the same color and curvature. The green chainmail clad to his body was brand new from one of their more successful quests, but his bow was bought at an auction. His features were feminine, even his voice was a little brighter than the normal stallion. Ceru smiled at his sister, who rummaged through the loot, taking things before he even got there.

“Not even leaving me some of my arrows?” Ceru asked as he saw she was pulling them out of the ground where the bodies use to be.

“Oh, every arrow is the same price of a shot. For every shot I drink tonight, I’ll be flipping you off. I was on a roll, killing those orcs with magnificent stance and form. Then, here comes brother dearest with his damn arrows! Stealing my kills, as per usual with that overpowered bow! Why don’t we just take down two groups next time! Or, hell, why do I even party with--”

“Sierra,” Ceru got her attention with a brown bottle, full with whiskey. She stopped what she was saying and narrowed her beautiful blue eyes. “Well?”

She trudged over to him with a handful of arrows. She took the bottle and pushed the fletched sticks over. “I left you the copper.” She said as she went over to the rock where she left her armor. Within just a few minutes, she put on her platemail black armor, horned helmet, and kilt. She strapped her brand new Chieftain claymore to her back and stretched, popping her back.

She stood about two feet taller than her brother, her armor quite a sight to behold on the barbarian class. Sierra had been spellcasters in the past, but she never really got the satisfaction she did when she swung a melee weapon into the enemy’s face.

“Next time, you’re the one getting naked. I’m sure you can take out enough of them before they get to you and tear your legs off.” Sierra said as she began to flap her wings and lift off of the ground.

“Are you done bitching yet?” Ceru asked as he put his bow around his torso between the bow and the limbs. He flapped his wings hard and lifted off after her. “I think we’re near a neutral tavern. I need to sell some stuff. I’m down to two free slots.”

“I ran out of slots a while ago, I just dumped all of those useless wolf teeth.” Sierra said as they began to level out and fly side by side. “If we head far enough this way, we can just go back to Galantrot. I think Gonh is tapped out.”

“There’s supposed to be enough quests to get us way further along. You sure you don’t want to hang around a little longer?”

“Nah, with the added expansion, we may as well go on to Mojana. I heard the Abyssinian quests are good into our forties.” She said, but then looked off to the left along the edge of the very large mountainous rock formation beside the two of them. She stopped as she flapped her wings and floated in place, upright. “What in the hell is that?!”

She looked on in astoundment as the black hollow maw of the mountain was opened before her. Like a devastating cavity on a canine, the crevice on the edge of the jagged stone streamed a cold, empty gust of air that chilled the two of them as they flew nearer to it.

“I’ve never noticed a hole like this before. That definitely doesn’t look like a cave from the earlier levels here.” Ceru said as they got to the lip of the cave. The road all the way up here was a bit crowded with some beasts, mostly mountain trolls and goblins, but then so was the cave itself.

As they gazed into the cave, though, something was different about these things that stood guard. The ones in the cave looked darker in tone, both in menacing looks and a very dark aura about them. Their eyes gave off a sinister glow.

“Whoa, I suddenly think whatever we have to sell is nothing compared to what we find in here.” Ceru said, and Sierra was not one to disagree with something so very true. They strapped on their weapons tight along with their armor. With some emptying of their pouches, they prepared themselves, eating a small meal at the edge of the cave. The place did nothing for the appetites, but they were very hungry. That orc camp was not the first thing they had hit that day, and from the looks of things, it was far from the last.

The brother looked off into the cave once again, and the death aura orckin were looking just as evil as ever as he pulled his bow from his torso, and an arrow from the quiver at his side. There were two near enough to shoot, the others were just out of a good shot. All together, there were four. He had a decision, he could take out the larger orc, or he could concentrate on the two smaller goblins.

“Take out a goblin.” Sierra said as she slowly began to slide her sword from her back sheathe. “I’ll take the other two down, just keep me backed up.” Then there was a dead moment of silence. “Now!”

He fired, taking out one of the goblins as she got straight up and charged downward into the declining cave mouth. The cold, dank air swept past her messy blonde and pink hair. The goblin went down easily enough, but as he died, the body let out a flash of red light from his innards before he exploded. She took some bad damage as she was knocked back by the blast and hit the ground.

“Sierra!” He shouted as he got up and saw that two more orcs were coming toward her. Both of them were crusted with black barnacles that were hardened to the point of being like stones. Their expressions were hard, and their perpetual frowns and fangs sticking from their mouths made them far more imposing than their normal orc rabble. Without a second to lose, he was quick to start running with his arrow firmly in hand. He took a terrible disadvantage for running, so he had to stop momentarily.

One shot, he hit the incoming orcs. The closest one to his sister, though, was stuck in a death struggle with her. She was being driven back some. Her health was becoming a problem, as the combustion had struck her harder than she presumed. Now her hands were struggling to keep up with the monstrous beast before her.

Then she saw another orc coming on, three arrows in his chest and he still wasn’t down. In their arrogance, they had failed to check the level on these creatures and now they were paying for it.

“Sierra! Hold on!” He said as his body began to glow a comforting blue. He made a fist with one hand as it glowed much harder, along with his eyes. Ceru chanted the spell of healing, allowing the blue to engulf his beloved sister as she fought. Her health improved a good amount, and with one jab of her sword, she finally overtook the beast.

Her health was better, but with two more orcs to deal with, she would not survive such high levels. Sierra held onto her sword as they came, taking arrow after arrow without falling and she let out a bestial growl. Ceru looked to see his sister had engulfed herself in a bright, red aura that flared all over. As she activated her berserker ability, her sword tore straight through the already heavily injured monster.

Her brother met the second orc with his drawn silver long dagger. Without a moment to waste, he jabbed it deep into the creature, drawing black blood. As he was drawn to Ceru, Sierra struck him as well, with a much more profound, devastating hit. With two more grievous wounds upon it, the orc was taken down hard. Covered in blood and wounds, both of them gasped for breath. Sierra’s energy was completely spent, as was his. His mana source was almost completely depleted, but what little he had, he kept topping off her HP.

“Dear sweet angels, that was entirely too close.” Ceru said, and Sierra nodded. “I suppose that’s what we get for not checking the regional level.”

“Hey, we survived, and now we can find out what’s in this stupid cave. Come on.” She said as she collected whatever she could. Both of them picked up around five gold pieces among the rubble, and that was expected with such high level mobs.

“You’re not serious, are you? Whatever is down there could be worse than these things!” As both of them faced each other down, ready to begin another very heated sibling debate, they were stopped short by a sudden metal clang, along with a roar of pain and splatter of blood.

“What the hell?” She asked as both of them looked toward the mouth of the cave. The fighting came closer, and both of them wielded their respective weapons at the opening. A zap of green light emitted as another growling voice was brought down to death.

That’s when they saw the silhouette of a very imposing character. His fur was a bright red but his hair was pitch black. His hair went along with his armor, all of it looking like black iron, aside from some of the gray hinges and the ruby in the middle of it that glowed the same shade as his fur.

The death knight wore his large, round black shield with a red horse skull upon it, along with his bone hilted sword and silver blade. He walked into the cave, seeing that the creatures were already slain.

“Oh, crap, I’m sorry, are you two already grouping here?” Fable asked the two of them, and the two of them gazed at him with no short supply of awe. “It’s okay, I can just wait to do this quest.”

“No! Wait!” Ceru said as he approached the black iron knight. “We need your help! Can you tell us what’s in this cave? Can you fight it?”

Fable was a little taken aback by the unabashed pleading for help, especially when he looked over behind him to see a mare with very similar looks standing there and rolling her eyes at how pathetic her brother looked in that moment.

“Yeah, bro, here. He pressed his hand on Ceru’s shoulder, inviting himself to their group, and he accepted graciously. “Honestly, alls I know is that Helmage is the guy’s name. I haven’t seen any pictures or read anything about this quest other than the normal basics.” He started walking through the cave tunnel, and Ceru immediately began to follow. Sierra waited for a moment as the knight and the ranger began to amble away. The barbarian mare sighed and began to follow.

“Helmage? What kind of name is that? It’s like helmet.” Ceru said as he thought about it for a second. Fable chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah, sounds like someone is saying ‘Let’s play some Dragon Helmage!’” Fable said and they both burst out laughing a little as they began to do a very wide curve in the tunnel.

“Both of you sure are practicing some serious stealth right now.” She said quietly as she followed the two dorks talking their nerd stuff. Now she was a little ashamed to be playing something so nerdy.

That’s when they finally came to a part of the cave lit by torches, all down the hall was three goblins and three orcs, both scattered throughout the hall, guarding it from any. These had the same blackish tenge to their skin as the last ones, but these were a different breed, it seemed. All of them wore uniformed armor. Some of them were known as Devotees, but other were known as Inquisitors, and they were far larger, about the same size as Sierra’s barbaric form.

“Wow, whoever this Helmage is, it looks like he has some followers.” He said, then noticed the symbol they wore on their tabards over their armor. They were fire red and yellow bordered. A very strange shaped trident was depicted with narrow curves in the spikes, with one jagged rung, making it look like more of a fork than a trident. Despite the torchlights, it was still devilishly cold, but that didn’t seem to bother Fable.

“Which ones do you two want?” Ceru asked as he nocked an arrow in his bow. “I’ll take the far two.”

“Closer two” Fable said immediately.

“Closest two.” Sierra nodded to this and liked the fact that they were easily in agreement.

One arrow was let fly. As it was let fly, there came a very strange, green blaze of fire from one black gauntlet. Fable’s eyes glowed a sickening green from his eyes as he let the attack go. The arrow hit, alerting all six of them, and the green flame seemed to blast and slow another one of them.

Sierra was quick to let forth a diagonal slice with her claymore, grievously wounding the lead goblin. It wasn’t long before another green flame magical attack engulfed the same orc it had before. Then another arrow was let fly, striking dead the goblin.

Fable wielded both his silver sword and skull shield, putting them to work immediately as he slashed into the fray. The orcs piled on and all three ponies were holding them off, using Fable’s shield as the impact point in case they got too close. He would bash his shield in and then all three of them would stab and attack any of the orcs within range.

With the last orc coming down in health, however, Fable stopped both of them from advancing. He used his sword to focus a red, lightning-esque attack that connected between himself and the beast. His health points were revived as he stole the life directly from him and he was vanquished to the void. “That’s better…” He sighed.

“Good God! The death knight class is awesome.” Ceru said as he chuckled, making Fable chuckle as well.

“Hell yes, it is. Though, if I weren’t going to be a DK I would have gone ranger. I love their long and short range capabilities.” Fable made the white pegasus blush. Then he opened a coin purse with five gold pieces. “Sweet.”

“Is this the last hallway?” Sierra asked, and Fable nodded. “How can you know that?”

“With this.” He held up a map. “This was part of the sewer quest in Galantrot. There’s only one big room left in this cave.” Fable said as he opened it for both of them to see. He pointed at the center room in the middle of the mountain, and they definitely recognized the path they’d made so far.

After a good inspection of the map, she was satisfied. Perhaps they were giving this whole quest thing a bit too much cause for concern. It looked like one big baddy to go.

“So, what does this guy do?” Sierra asked as they began to walk down the very long tunnel, dimly lit by torches. “How do we fight him? He a spellcaster?”

“Ummm, I don’t know, honestly I didn’t do any reading for this quest at all. I just heard it started a whole nother quest for some serious items.” Fable admitted as they kept advancing toward their goal. They made it to another long corridor, lit by some red lights coming from holes near the floor at the bottom of the walls. Ceru loved the black, gothic design of the mountain stronghold. It was so nice to see the developers had some taste and style when it came to their surroundings.

There was a bit of an unnerving sound as they came close to the great hall. It was a throne room, and matched the proportions of one very well. The ceiling was around twenty feet up, and the walls were fifty yards apart, give or take. It was lit by large cauldron-like chandeliers, that glowed a dark, sinister red that filled the room. Skulls were etched in the walls, their eyes and mouths glowed the same crimson.

“Where is he?” Sierra inquired as she glanced around a very empty throne room. To her dismay, there wasn't even a treasure chest in sight. If someone had cleared out the room, it looked like there was still no respawns of any kind.

“Well, I guess it was something of an easy quest, but it didn't have the sendoff I was hoping.” Ceru said as his bow relaxed with his nocked arrow still attached to the string. As he rolled his eyes, he stepped into the centerpiece of the room, which he noted was a horse skull with the red light blazing in its eyes and nostrils, as if it were breathing pure fire. As he stepped on it, the light in the room darkened to a smaller, blazing red.

“Guards!” A deep, growling voice echoed through the chambers, and blared down upon them. “Destroy the intruders! Take their heads for my collection!”

As he said this, the entrance was sealed by a black metal portcullis slamming downward, making a very loud echo throughout the structure. All three ponies stood their ground in the center of the throne room as they found themselves surrounded by six guards, all of them marked as Elite Guards and far larger than the Inquisitors. All of them carried either an axe or a large flail with very long chains.

“You just had to say something.” Fable said, talking to both of them. The three of them set out to work.

Before the closest guard could approach Ceru, he fired three arrows using a special ability. All of them streaked across with a green energy in the arrow heads, lodging deep into his armor as he came on charging. As he came close, he quickly changed to his side weapon, a green glowing short sword that sliced the guard for another good point of damage.

However, these mobs were much stronger than their normal affair. The fact that there were two of them was something of a point of interest, because now they found themselves losing HP at an alarming rate.

Ceru concentrated on the already damaged guard, his sword taking him down to the red in his life. Though, if he didn’t do something about his own health, he was not going to survive this. With as much concentration as he could muster, he began to glow blue. His health was restored somewhat, but it was only a small healing spell. The final blade cut down the injured guard, but one still remained.

Sierra was able to down one guard as well, but she was now in the red. She had no spells as a barbarian, but decided to throw caution to the wind. She triggered her rage. Her eyes turned crimson and her claymore’s edge glowed a bright red color as her damage was compounded. Before she was taken down, though, her skin began to shine with the blue healing spell. Her brother found a moment to heal her and allow her to continue the fight.

Fable also unleashed his own ultimate spell, a cascade of green fire rose from his malice and blasted both of his guards into oblivion. His health was holding out just enough, though if the fight hadn’t ended there, he probably would not have survived it.

Ceru struck the final blow. His health in its last ten points. All three of them sweat and gasped for breath as their opponents lay at their feet. The ranger was quick to continue his healing spells, making sure all of them were at least in the yellow.

“Well, we survived that.” Fable said as he cleaned the blood from his silver sword.

“Yeah, but now we have the big baddy.” Sierra said as all of them turned to the throne.

“Heretics!” The orc behind the throne said as if on cue with Sierra’s comment. “Now you shall feel the wrath of the most powerful orc in the world! Prepare yourselves for the dark abyss!”

Then came a sight that made all of their faces twist in confusion. Not only was this orc short, but he was especially scrawny. He came out from hiding behind the throne with a small wand in his hand which he began waving in order to cast a spell. Sierra began walking toward him.

“All of you shall taste death at my feet, and feel the horrific binds of hell at your wrists with the lashes of a million-” She slapped the wand out of his hand and he went into panic. “DOH! Please! Spare me! I am at your mercy!” He immediately dropped to his knees and waved his hands around. “I am not worth killing, I am only a figurehead!” Helmage said as he began to blubber.

Both Ceru and Fable stood, their arms at their sides, weapons limp in their hands as they watched this all occur. Sierra began to run her hand over her sword’s edge, cleaning the old blood from it and lining her shot up for the coup de gras.

“No! Please! Spare me and I shall tell you how to begin your path for the Mage Blade!” This very obviously piqued their interest.

“Wait, the Mage what?” Ceru asked as he stepped closer to the small orc who was now on his knees and putting his hands together as if praying. “Did he just say the Mage Blade?”

Then there came an option pop up for Sierra to consider. It was either kill the orc and spill his blood all over the throne room, or accept the quest and let him live. There was a moment as she began to entertain certain notions. A long pause came about from all of them.

“Sierra…” Ceru said in a flat tone. There was yet another pause and dead air among them. All the while, his face growing more and more furrowed as he stared at his sister. “Sierra!”

“Fine!” She sighed with exasperation and chose the quest. All three of them gained a message that this quest was complete and a new quest had started. They read the message for a moment, and got all of the details. The quest came up in long paragraphs, but overall, it said that they needed to go from Galantrot all the way to Ice Blue.

“Ice Blue?! Are you serious?! What level is that zone?” Ceru asked as he looked up some info.

“It has a low level area in it, but for the most part it’s way out of our league.” Fable said as he checked. “That’s not even the problem I’m seeing here. This means we’ll have to cut through the Silver Coast, Allas, and Allas Coast just to get to the boundaries of Ice Blue, then we have all kinds of wintery fun from there.”

“Allas Coast? It’s seriously that far away?” Sierra held her mouth agape at the prospect of literally going halfway through Starling just to get to the next point in this quest. “How awesome is this whole Mage Blade again?”

“Very…” Fable brought up the Mage Blade scroll, and it was depicted as a straight, black metal blade that did phenomenal damage with just being a one-handed sword. “It makes my silver sword look like a toothpick by comparison. I don’t know about the two of you, but I smell adventure!”

“And I smell bullshit, I’m not traversing over all of those damn terrains to get to a blade I’m probably not even going to use.” Sierra huffed, thinking of all of the damned deaths and resurrections she’d have to endure to take a damn blade that was meant for a melee/spellcastor. “You’re a Death Knight, of course you’re interested!”

“Hey, if you guys get me the Mage Blade, any of the other high class treasure can definitely be divided among the two of you.” Fable offered, and looked at the two of them. The barbarian pegasus glowered at him, obviously not convinced. Then the two of them looked over to Ceru, who was looking over his inventory.

“Oh! I leveled up! Sweet!” Ceru said as he checked for any new spells he may have learned. This made Sierra roll her eyes and sigh, calling him a dork under her breath.

“Fine! We’ll take the damn quest, but you had better get me a better claymore or at least a new set of armor. This armor got old two levels back.” She got up to him, and the cleavage that showed in her chainmail shirt made him very aware of her large breast size.

“Then it’s a deal?” He asked her, extending his hand. She took it with gusto and gave him a hard shake.

“It’s a deal.” Sierra said, and he could have sworn he even saw her crack a smile. “Only if you buy the drinks tonight.”

Fable tossed her hand to the side and sneered at her. “I knew it!”

“Whoo! Drinks!” Ceru shouted with his hands in the air. Then he saw that the orc, Helmage was still sitting there and groveling at their feet. With a tip of his hoof, he tossed the orc onto his back and he teetered back and forth like a turtle, flicking his hands and feet around in flails. Ceru laughed at this. Then he turned to see that the other two had already left and were walking down the hall. “Hey! Wait!”

Sierra slammed her flagon on the table. They went to the local tavern, there were not only nonplayer characters who ran the place along with a few patrons, but there were actual players there. Though, none of them seemed all that interested in drinking, they were more interested in trading with one another. This tavern was quite popular for people trying to sell the rare items they found along the way. It wasn’t a very big city, and that’s pretty much why Fable stuck around there for what few levels he had left. He was going to be going on to the next level zone soon anyway. It made sense to get to the Mage Blade at this point.

Fable got a bottle of ale and poured a generous amount into her tall mug. Before he knew it, the bottle was empty and before he could say anything, she already had it up to her lips with her throat moving back and forth as she guzzled. He rolled his eyes and ordered another one.

Ceru sat beside the two of them with a bottle of wine and a small glass, a big smile on his face as the time in the game turned out to be far more productive than he ever imagined it would.

Then both stallions were taken aback as Sierra placed the flagon back down on the table and uttered a deep, guttural belch that rumbled the air between them a bit. Their faces twisted as she gave a small giggle. That was when she grabbed Fable’s ale before he could even have a drink, then poured it into her mug.

“Well, since we’re about to get some new gear and face new foes halfway across the long spanning land. I suppose that means we should be getting some sleep. Don’t you think?” She chuckled and held up her newly foamed mug. “I don’t know if it’s the beer or not but I’m liking this idea more and more.” She cackled a bit.

Fable finally got another ale in a bottle and made sure to take three large gulps, glaring at her if she were to make a move. She only smiled at him with a little wink. He cocked an eyebrow at this as he placed the bottle on the table. Then he glanced at Ceru, who glanced back with a shrug. Fable pursed his lips and stood up from the table, draining the rest of the beer bottle and placing two silver bits onto the table.

“Alright, well, I guess next time we log on, we can go ahead and make for the first town in the Silver Coast. It’s a long enough ride, for sure. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll go retire.” He said as he turned to the hallway and looked toward it. Then he tilted his head in thought. The red pegasus could rent a room there easily enough, but his library archive wasn’t far from here. It was a remote place where he did his sole in-game purchase. He built it from the ground up and did all of the decorations. From there, he collected books as he went along and stored them all there. As an archivist, he had a knack for finding the rare editions. He shrugged, telling himself he’d check it next time he logged on and strode into the hallway, back in the inn.

He went to a room and purchased it for a silver. When your adventurer slept in a bed, it gave bonus experience for the next time they went on their next journey. It was a nice little bonus worth a few extra coins. He opened the door and sighed, walking into his room. The door closed behind him, causing him to turn around and see his two companions walk in.

“Well, I like it.” Ceru said as he looked around the somewhat cramped room that was supposed to be meant for two. “At least the bed is big enough.”

Fable raised both of his eyebrows at the two of them. “I wasn’t expecting guests, or I would have tidied up.”

“As if.” Sierra said, all the sudden her chainmail shirt was gone and her very loose fitting, small tank top was all that was left. It only covered a fraction of her breasts, which were somehow looking perkier than before. “Looks clean enough to me.” She said this as she dropped her leggings to the ground as well. Fable saw that Ceru was stripping as well.

Then the moment of surprise came when Ceru’s long, thick, dark skinned cock was revealed and his sister came up behind him and grasped him by the balls. “I think it could use a little dirtying.” As she said this, she fondled his scrotum and reached around to his shaft, starting to stroke. “What do you think?”

“I--I agree.” Ceru said with a blush as Fable watched them both. All the sudden, his lower armor was feeling a little tighter. “Here we are, guests in his house, and he’s the one with the clothes on.”

Sierra pulled her hand away from her brother’s long cock, licking off the precum and then turned to the red stallion who was still standing, dumbfounded. It wasn’t long before the brother and sister got to him and as soon as Sierra got his cock out in front of her, she saw that he was rock solid.

“Oh, wow! Look at that, Ceru. He enjoyed our little show.” As she jerked his cock, Ceru started taking off his armor one piece at a time.

“Well, wait, you weren’t exactly giving me any big signals, Sierra.” Fable strained his voice a big as she started jerking just under his glans. He chose his words wisely, fearing she might stop if he said the wrong things. “Where is all of this coming--from?”

“What do you mean?” Sierra grinned. “The way you tore through those elite guards. That dark magic of yours, all of those muscles, the way you use your sword… it caught my attention. Now I want to use your sword.” Before she even spoke the last sentence, he saw that pun coming a mile away. Then he gritted his teeth as she engulfed his dick in her muzzle and made it nice and slobbery. Using her spit, she jerked him more freely as her brother leaned against his shoulder and blushed as Fable turned his head to Ceru. His eyes widened as the blue and pink haired pegasus leaned his snout onto his and gave him a tiny kiss on the lips that the red pony didn’t stop.

“Ceruuuuu.” Sierra said in a melodic tone. Her brother turned to her and she hiked up her fur tunic, revealing her tight ass. He complied and walked behind her, sliding between her legs under her butt and attached his lips to her vagina. Her sucking became more enthusiastic the deeper his tongue slid in.

“You know, the whole brother sister thing would have w-w-weirded--me out a few months ago.” Fable said, remembering the incident where he found out his best friend was fucking his own mother for years. The concept of incest in his brain had changed dramatically since then.

“Looks like we picked the right one, then.” She giggled and her brother hummed his agreement, making her cringe a little at the vibration he made. “Oh! Not so much--AH!” He took the cue and started humming like a car engine. “You--little--errr!!”

She deep throated Fable now, her eyes gave off a pathetic vibe as her hormones started to get the best of her. That was when the barbarian warrior mare pulled up from Ceru and dripped a few times on her chin before sitting beside him.

“Damnit, Ceru! That was way too close! I almost--ooohh.” She grabbed her inner thighs and squeezed with a little rubbing. Then she gave Fable some alarm with how she was gazing at his beautiful dick right in front of her. Before he could even react, she pushed him onto the bed behind him and attacked! She got in the cowgirl position and rode him in a fit of heat. The white pegasus mare got close to his face and licked his chin as he blinked at her incredulously. “Your dick is sooooo big! I love it!”

Speaking of big dicks, her brother’s long dark skinned cock poked her on the cheek as he stood on the bed. She wasted no time in letting him fuck her mouth while she felt Fable’s balls touch her butt cheeks. Sierra grinded her hips onto his, giving him the full wet treatment as she gazed into her brother’s eyes, lovingly.

“Oh, Sierra, I don’t know if they have in-game babies but you m---nnnn!!!!” Before he could even finish that sentence she pounded her hips against his at a rapid speed that surprised him. She drew forth a torrent of cum that pierced her cervix. Her muffled scream into Ceru’s dick told him that she’d triggered an orgasm of her own.

With Fable done, Sierra turned her attention to the dick that she hadn’t yet milked all the way. Her brother gasped a bit as her mouth did its work. So easily deep throating him and slurping all over his wet penis with her hand jerking him at all the right places. She seemed practiced with this particular rod. Her proficiency was palpable as his face twisted. Ceru didn’t make it a secret that he was trying to hold back his orgasm and Sierra didn’t show any signs of letting up.

In no time, his breaths became sharp and his eyes clenched tight as his dick twitched in his mouth. The tip of his long, dark dick stayed in her muzzle while her hand milked him for every drop as her throat worked much like when she drank ale. She sighed with satisfaction as her cheeks blushed.

Fable wasn’t sure if he should be weirded out or extremely turned on, because he was both in that moment. As she climbed off of the red pegasus, Sierra and her sibling went to the top of the bed where the pillows lay. Before he could even rise to a sitting position, the two were cuddled up together under the blankets. Before he could even speak, they were both snoring and starting their simultaneous countdowns to logout.

He blinked as their avatars disappeared. “Well, goodnight, I guess.” He rolled his eyes and got up from the bed. Fable started to get on his black armor.

Outside of one of the more low level towns in Galantrot, his cabin stood. It was humble, but big enough to house as many books as he could muster in such a short time. He’d gathered three since last he visited this little place. Fable figured it was going to be a while before he came here, given how long their journey was going to be. May as well deposite what he now.

That was, until he saw that the hinge on his door had been kicked in. Judging by the piece of wood dangling from the latch, it was very recent. Then came the noise of people talking inside.

“There’s books. There’s a lot of books.” A female voice said in a flat, obviously annoyed tone. “I don’t see any items.”

“Wait a minute, this may or may not be a player’s house.” The male voice said.

“What?! We broke into a player’s house?!” She said as she looked around. “Why in the hell would a player keep so many digital books?”

“Because I’m part of the archivists.” Fable said as he pushed open the door and saw the two of them turn their gaze to him. He looked at the two of them. There was a unicorn man, his hair was purple with bright violet streaks in his hair. The female was a bat pony with a deep purple fur, her mane was purple with pink highlights. She was dressed in chainmail armor.

The unicorn was dressed in a studded leather and held a wooden staff much akin to the druids, as it held a green orb on top of it. His gray fur was somewhat dark and he stood about as tall as Fable, while the bat pony does not near either of them.

“And I like my books…” Fable narrowed his eyes at the two of them and slowly drew his sword.