>>1094211
> Ancient Wizard Batlhaghast The Grand, a being so ancient and powerful, it is said the Gods themselves fear his wrath. Unrivaled in his arcane mastery, he has completely lost his mortality, and is changes form at will, a deity in all but name, he has perfected the arcane arts and his will is nigh-omnipotent. In his millennia of study, he has created countless horrible monsters, nightmarish plagues, and unholy constructs that have ravaged the land since time immemorial. In his black tower, he has lost all interest in his impersonal experiments, and has decided to indulge his mortal desires on one worthy of his touch, his divination spells came up with you.

> Your name is, (Nialla Freyasdottir)
> You are female, obviously.
> You are a young,
(Half Elf) of (Common) birth.
> You came to the Dark Lord, (Unwillingly) (He threatened to do something horrible by HIS standards to our home if we did not come)

> Your name is Arariel
> You are female, obviously.
> You are a young,Human of Royal birth.
> You came to the Dark Lord, Unwillingly)

>>1094211
> ancient wizard guy
> young human male called Sammy
The wizard wanted someone he could go on adventures with. Buddy moments abound in the zany adventures Bal the undercover wizard and Sammy the future hero of justice.

>>1094211
>Dread Knight Venkalth Zorandir, a dangerous man whose skill with the blade is matched only by his infamous reputation. The spawn of a legendary arch-demon and a mighty warrior-priestess, he has demonic powers of shadow, flame, and agony, and unmatched skill-at-arms. Wielding his blade of damnation and his full-plate armor of devouring, he gathered a vast army and waged war against the kingdoms of man, coming to rule the northern continent. Content to rest and recuperate for a century or two, Venkalth has grown bored with rule, and came to desire a companion, you fit the bill.
>Amelia Virden
> You are female, obviously.
>Common human

>>1094239
>You came to the Dark Lord (Semi-Willingly)
Well, someone has to deter him from razing your homeland.

>>1094218

1 vote

>>1094221

1 vote

>>1094239
>>1094245

1 vote

>>1094238

Wrong Quest friend, but an interesting premise, nonetheless.

The first submission to reach 3 votes will be the protagonist, or whichever has the most votes in thirty minutes.

>>1094211
> Dread Knight Venkalth Zorandir
> Floretta Undya
> Human Commoner
> Willingly. It sounded like it beat a lifetime of toiling in the mud, being shit on by nobles and royals, and then dying either in childbirth, war, or by plague.

>>1094211
> Dread Knight Venkalth Zorandir,
>Human Commoner
>Willingly (Extorted)

>>1094211
>Dread Knight Venkalth Zorandir
>Nialla Virden
>You are a young, Human
>Willingly, for we aren't exactly a saint, and got bored of our noble life
>Noble

I like being the bad guy. Or, well, on the bad guy's side.

>>1094218
>>1094221
>>1094239
>>1094245
>>1094280
>>1094307
>>1094321

4 votes for Dread Knight Venkalth Zorandir, and 3 votes for Human Commoner. Locked in. Votes to determine willingness are tied, I'll roll 1d2 to determine, (1=Willing, 2= Unwilling.) I'll roll 1d6 to determine the protagonist's name.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>1094332

Two votes for Nialla as the first name, and that's the closest to a majority vote we have, so it's locked. I'll roll for the last name.

>>1094338

Apparently she came to Dread Knight Venkalth Zorandir willingly.

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>1094343

I could've sworn I'd put the dice in the options field. Wait, hang on a moment, I just noticed there are two votes for Virden as the last name, and that's the closest we have to a majority, so it's locked. Rolling for other reasons now.

Lucky. Everything got chose that I was gonna vote for anyway.

Yeee
I don't wanna be no slouch in combat. Let's be the Valkia the Bloody to our Lord's Khorne.

>>1094355
>You are a young maiden, pure and innocent

We are not starting off as a battle hardened killer.

>>1094355
No, thanks. Someone has to handle the home of our husband.

Ah, jeez. I was just suggesting we don't have to go all "eek don't kill me" when "Heroes" inevitably bust in. Let's learn how to swing a fucking sword, at least.

>>1094365
Well, duh. That's what the wives of important men did when they went off to war.

>>1094365
We could just make traps or manage minions for defense instead

Your name is Nialla Virden, rose of the Auslitis Kingdom. Your legendary beauty has been fabled far and wide, and countless suitors, noble and common, rich and poor, came to your humble abode to ask for your hand in marriage. Your father denied all of them, seeing them as unworthy.

When the Dread Knight Venkalth Zorandir went on the warpath, it all seemed so far away and impersonal. As the years passed, tales of his atrocities grew wilder and wilder, and his black legions grew larger and larger. Each and every kingdom in his way bent the knee or was destroyed so thoroughly, effectively, and horribly that soon, none dared to oppose him. Eventually, there was no more land for the Dread Knight to conquer, and he began to rule.

The Dread Knight was an iron-fisted but fair ruler, his black legionnaires came to your village each month to extract a hefty tax, but the bandits were all slain or joined them, so it all balanced out. You assumed life would go on as it always had, and one sunny day, shortly after your sixteenth winter, he came himself.

You were out gathering herbs for your grandmother's illness when you saw him. Riding an enormous black horse, wearing spiked, glowing, black full-plate armor, his face was obscured by his helm, and his demonic blade lay sheathed at his side. A full black legion rode behind him but they faded to insignificance at his dark majesty. When he spoke, his voice was more deep, authoritative, and forceful than anything you'd ever imagined.

> "I AM VENKALTH ZORANDIR, UNDEFEATED DREAD KNIGHT, AND SUPREME HIGH KING OF THE NORTH, THOUGH I NEED NO INTRODUCTION. ARE YOU THE FAMED NIALLA VIRDEN?"

Your voice caught in your throat, as you replied,

> "Y-yes, mi'lord."

His reply stands stark in your memory, and you blushed despite yourself.

> "THEN THE LEGENDS DO YOU NO JUSTICE. WILL YOU MARRY ME, OR SHALL I TAKE YOU BY FORCE?"

You stuttered, mind reeling at the implications, when your father ran from your home, sickle in hand,

> "No daughter 'o mine 'll be marryin' any-"

The Dread Knight absentmindedly waved his hand at your father, paralyzing him in place with unimaginable fear.

> "I ASKED HER, NOT YOU. NOW, WHICH IS IT?"

You struggled to respond,

> "I-I, uh,"

And the Dread Knight spoke.

> "SHOULD YOU ACCEPT, YOUR FAMILY SHALL BE ELEVATED TO ROYALTY AND SHALL WANT FOR NOTHING. SHOULD YOU REFUSE, YOUR FAMILY SHALL BE EXECUTED, YOUR VILLAGE REDUCED TO CINDERS AND ASHES, AND I SHALL CLAIM YOU REGARDLESS."

> "I, oh, if, oh-okay. I-I, I accept!"

> "EXCELLENT."

With a wave of the Dread Knight's hand, your father collapsed, weeping with terror, and the black legion turned to leave. The Dread Knight rode beside you, and offered you his hand, you took it, and he pulled you onto his steed with no effort whatsoever. You gripped his back, and felt that despite the armor, both he and his horse were warm like a furnace, but you chilled to the bone at his touch.

> Cont.

>>1094505

Only a week later, you married Venkalth Zorandir in a lavish ceremony, and became High Queen of the North. Without his armor, his face and body seemed perfect, and rippled with muscle, but something about him felt off, his skin seemed unnaturally pale, his eyes dark and detached, and his stance almost predatory. When you kissed him, his lips were hard but almost soft at the same time, and warmth radiated from him.

When the feast concluded, and the guests dismissed to their quarters, the Dread Knight, your husband, you suppose, sent you to his bedchambers with a simple command that sent tingles down your spine,

> "Prepare yourself, my beloved. I shall be up in half of one hour, and I expect you ready to meet my embrace."

> "Y-yes, my King..."

Which brings you to now,

You sit on a vast, luxurious bed, adorned with velvet sheets and plush, silken pillows. The room around you is black stone, decorated with weapons, armor, satin drapes, and crimson tapestries. You found a small and ornate onyx dresser, and clothed yourself with its contents.

You wait for what feels like hours, when you hear footsteps outside the door. The Dread Knight comes, and your heart races.

> What did you clothe yourself with?

> How do you feel now?

> You've never done this before, and have heard only the vaguest explanations and ribald tales, but soon you'll be expected to do your duty. How do you try to please your husband?

>>1094510
>> What did you clothe yourself with?
Something silky or lacy that still covered us. A lot of this stuff was scandalously clear or noncovering.

> How do you feel now?
Nervous, scared of messing up, slightly excited and aroused.

> You've never done this before, and have heard only the vaguest explanations and ribald tales, but soon you'll be expected to do your duty. How do you try to please your husband?
Kiss him, massage his rippling muscles, then use our hands to touch his root and stimulate it. Once's it's ready prepare ourselves to lose our maidenhead.

>>1094510

>Some sort of lingere
>All things considered this could all be a lot worse. Now your a queen and everybody has to listen to what you say and wait on you hand and foot. You could get used to this
>Just follow your instincts

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>>1094510
>Something like pic related
>Terrified but Determined
Our family and home lives are on the line
And do what this guy said
>>1094521

>>1094510
Maid clothes. Not sexy maid clothes, but like actual working maid clothes. Guys like that, right?

So many different feelings all at once, you can't tell them apart.

Do a sexy dance, but it turns out very... awkward as you have no experience.

>>1094510
>Plain white dress
>Scared
>Let him take charge

>>1094521
>>1094530
>>1094531
>>1094536
>>1094542

You're nervous, terrified, and somewhat aroused.

You're wearing one of these, pic related,

>>1094531

And your plan is to,

> Kiss him, massage his rippling muscles, then use our hands to touch his root and stimulate it. Once's it's ready prepare ourselves to lose our maidenhead.

Alright, update soon.

You're wearing nothing but an almost transparent white dress, you're absolutely terrified and more nervous than you've ever felt, and you've only got the vaguest of plans in mind. You're beginning to hyperventilate, Oh gods, what have you gotten yourself into!?!, when the bedroom door silently opens and closes behind your husband as he walks in, completely undetected by you.

He stands before you in all his glory. Almost seven feet tall, with herculean musculature and apprasing eyes, he wears only the thinnest of crimson robes. With an utterly confident smile, he takes his hand, and removes the robe, allowing it to fall on the floor behind him.

His naked body is like nothing you've ever seen before. Covered in scars from battles past, glistening with a musky aroma, and his length leaves you transfixed. Even flaccid, it lays eght inches long, and once erect... The thought of that, of him, inside of you leaves you breathless with terror and anticipation. His voice is subdued, softer than the finest silk yet as forceful like a hurricane, when he speaks, taking in your almost naked, virgin body.

> "Of all the maidens I've deflowered, none were as pure as you. Those soft, womanly curves, those pert, firm breasts, those velvety lips and that luxurious flowing hair, but most of all, that tight, ripe pussy, pure, pure perfection, and all of it mine to take."

You blush intensely, and almost glow red with a combination of lust, vulnerability, and fear, when you reply your voice is quivering,

> "I-I'm all y-yours, t-take m-me at your lei-leisure-su-sure, my King."

His member seems to spring upward with excitement, and Venkalth stands expectantly, with greedy eyes on your breast and womanly mound. You stand shakily, and walk towards him, bending down to grasp his length.

> Cont.

>>1094692


It's so long, hard, and thick, and your husband is so tall, you sit on your knees to be level with it. Your soft, cold, and trembling hands slowly rub up and down his warm, firm hardness, starting slowly and hesitantly, but picking up speed as time goes on. Soon, it's at least a full twelve inches, and you think, hard enough. You stand and stare into your husband's eyes, you stroke his muscles and softly kiss his lips.

Suddenly, he bursts into motion, grabbing your waist and upper back, pulling you into him and his strong arms hold you in place, preventing all movement but what he desires. He kisses you, and his long, powerful, almost reptiallian tongue overpowers yours with ease, and begins to explore your mouth and beyond, even probing into your throat. His body forces your petite knees aside, and his manhood grinds into your private places with impunity.

A wave of feeling hits you, and a quiet moan escapes your lips. Your husband presses harder and stronger, relishing the feeling of power as the most beautiful woman in the land lies squirming and moaning in his grasp.

Nearly fifteen minutes pass, when your husband releases you from his hold. You stumble back, drenched with sweat, and look up at him, worried and lavacious with desire.

> "D-did I do something wrong my King?"

He pauses a moment to lick your saliva from his lips, before speaking.

> "Nay, rather, on the contrary, you've excited me."

The darkness around you acts, shoving you onto the bed backfirst. On reflex, you try to sit up but the darkness presses down on you, as if it were solid. You gasp as the shadows force you to spread eagle, each of your wrists and ankles going to a bedpost, and begin to panic when rope-like shadowy tendrils burst from the darkness, wrapping your wrists and ankles, forcing you to stay still.

You go into a full-on panic when Venkalth's muscles grow even larger, his skin turns red like bloody clay, his eyes become as black as the blackest abyss, a pair of even darker ram's horns erupt from his skull, a set of razor-sharp claws burst from his fingertips, and even a forked tail appears behind him!

He walks beside the bed, examining your frantic and futile efforts to escape your bindings, when he raises his hand and brings it to claw your body quicker than the eye can see. You wince, close your eyes, and realize the sudden draft in the room. You open your eyes, and see your nakedness, laid out, vulnerable, and utterly helpless.

You kick and squeal to no avail as he crawls onto the bed with you, his body slowly inching upward, touching yours, until finally, the full girth of his manhood rests at the tip of your maidenhead. His hands and feet grasp yours, and he looks into your eyes. You stammer a final plea,

> "P-please n-no! Anyth- anything but tha-, d-don't touch me!"

When he speaks, his voice is sinister, terrifying, and somehow, evil on a level you can't put into words.

> "Oh, but I shall, my precious Nialla,"

> Cont.

>>1094692
>>1094693

He forces himself into you, ripping your hymen apart, forcing your tightness to give way to his want. You begin to scream but he presses his lips onto yours, his tongue is even longer and stronger than before, and your cries do nothing but encourage him.

Your world is nothing but pain, endless pain coming from him, into you, into your mind, body, and the deepest recesses of your very soul. Your eyes stream with tears and you whimper in despair, begging him to do anything, to just make it stop. Your on the verge of unconsciousness when the pain leaves you, and is slowly but steadily replaced with a throbbing, unimaginable ecstasy.

As it continues, your cries of agonized weeping become the cries of one lost in the throes of erotic pleasure, and you begin to lose yourself. You grasp his muscular frame as much as possible, kiss him deeply as you can, and grind up and down onto his toned stomach, forcing his length deeper into you with each thrust, until finally it comes.

Your womanly mound explodes into rapturous orgasm, and you are rendered senseless by untold pleasure, and then it comes once more, and again, and again, and again, perhaps a dozen times, each infinitely better than the last until your body has no more to give. You sit limp, moaning in the afterglow as your he finishes himself. You feel him throbbing within you, and he releases once, twice, thrice, before withdrawing, brininging his head back to look at you.

His mighty, red, length is covered with your juices, and its tip is covered with sticky, black semen, he drags it up your flat stomach, between your breasts, into your lips, and past them. You don't complain in the slightest, doing your duty as his wife, and accept him into your mouth, licking and sucking each and every bit of his ambrosial seed from him, until he releases once more, and his length grows 'small' once again.

He stares into your eyes, and his demonic features slowly fade away, replaced by a tired, regal countenance. Your bindings dissipate, but you're too insensate to do anymore than sigh. He lays atop you, and whispers,

> "That was the best I've had in a long time..."

The pair of you fall into a deep sleep, nibbling each other and whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears.

>>1094692
>>1094693
>>1094695

And, that's it for now. I'll get back to this sometime tomorrow, let me know what you think of the Quest so far, so I'll know where to improve!

>>1094696
Noice. Thank you for running. Have a good night.

You awaken, and several things come to mind. You're sprawled out on something, something soft, you've got a splitting headache, your crotch is filled with a slow, throbbing ache, and everything is sticky as hell. What, what happened last night? It all comes back to you, the Dread Knight, his muscle, and calloused touch, his tongue, and forceful desire, the claws, the shadows, and worst of all, his eyes, those dark, dark, eyes.

You slowly open your own eyes, and look up, the room is cold, and you're chilled to the bone, you're clutching the velvet bedspread with a death grip, and you're not quite alone. You turn to face your husband. He wears what looks like a suit of black leather armor, and his blade is at his side. His pale blue eyes, so different from last night's, look down at you with a soft, calculating bemusement. He reaches to touch you, and his strong, masculine hand strokes and kneads your breast. His hand is cold to the touch, and you give a feminine grunt, and greet him, your voice shivering with you.

> "Ugh, g-goo', good m-morning, my King."

He draws back his hand and begins to slide on a gauntlet, testing his fingers, before looking down on your naked, quivering body.

> "Good morning, my darling. It is quite chilly today, is it not?"

You give a nod in agreement and prop yourself up on the pillows. Your body, your stomach and inner thighs in particular, are covered in sticky white and black juices, leftover from last night. The bed is damp with dried sweat, the blankets are somewhat torn in the corners, and more juices lay messily strewn about the bed

> "You should clean up and clothe yourself, a servant will be along shortly to dispose of the bed-sheets and you'd be wise to remain modest around others. The side-chamber has a filled wash-basin, several soaps, and a change of clothes, pick whichever strikes your fancy, I do not care. I'll be off to train the legionaries and catch up on my exercise routine. Goodbye."

He turns to leave, and his hand is on the doorknob when you speak,

> "But, what do I do?"

He turns back and waves his hand dismissively.

> "You're my Queen, you have full reign of the castle. So long as you're prepared to warm my bed, I do not care how you preoccupy yourself. Tomorrow, you'll be taking on your other Queenly duties, I suggest you enjoy yourself while you can."

With that, he leaves. You slide off of the bed, and shiver. The remains of your dress lay on the floor, torn to pieces. The masterfully carved stone floor is almost as smooth as fine glass. You stretch, and out of habit, make the bed as well as you can, fold the tattered white dress and your husband's robes, laying them on the corner.

> Cont.

>>1095598

When that's done, you look around for a wash basin for a good minute, until you find a small door, and open it, revealing a spacious washroom. Rich enough to have an entire room for washing? The wealth he must have at his disposal is unimaginable, to you, at least. The washroom has a small, ornately done, stained glass window to let light in, a body length mirror mounted on the wall, a vast marble tub, a cabinet filled with garments, and, surely enough, a silver wash basin. Oh, Nialla Virden, what have you gotten yourself into? Hmm, you suppose now that you're married to the Dread Knight, you're Nialla Zorandir. Nialla Zorandir, it's such a strange name, and it'll take some getting used to.

You look in the mirror, and pause for a moment, staring at your reflection, deep in thought.

> What do you see in the mirror?

> How do you feel about all of this, and about your husband?

> How do you prepare yourself for the day, and what do you do once you're clean and dressed?

>>1095603
>An autumn brown hair girl with light tan skin, green eyes
>It's...different. Everything he did was terrifying wonderful. I know it's now my duties to be the best wife he demands and I won't fail
Plus if we do fail, he would probably kill us, our family and burn our homeland to the ground.
>Wash ourself, say a little prayer for strength and calmness, get dress and wait for the servents

>>1095735
Seconding this but maybe change how we feel to
>We're overwhelmed yesterday we we're just a commoner, now we're married to the handsome Dread Knight, handsome when he isn't looking like a demon

>>1095735
>>1095917

If no one else posts a suggestion in fifteen minutes, I'll combine these. If someone does, and the votes are tied after fifteen minutes, I'll roll.

>>1095735
>>1095917

It's been fifteen minutes and no one else voted, so it's settled. The main character is a 11/10 brunette with green eyes and light tan skin.

>>1096444
Nice trips

A young woman stares back at you, naked, and deflowered. Doubt and confusion fill her eyes, as do determination, and a hint of fear, her body is as close to perfect as mortal flesh can be, seemingly sculpted in the forges of Uerom and given life through some divine miracle. Eyes the color of spring grass, a straight, shapely nose, and soft, full lips fill her orderly face. Her nubile body is slender in form, yet plump in all the right ways where it counts, her creamy white skin is crisply tanned, and her feminine softness belies a layer of firm muscle, the result of countless hours spent with nature. Straight, yet curled and kinky dark hair, the shade of autumn, stretches beyond her shoulders.

Looking at her, any man would say she was the work of the Gods, but looking at your reflection, you feel nothing but nervous doubt. You are known across the entirety of the north for your beauty, but is beauty all that you have? Is beauty all you are? Are you worth no more than a fine piece of furniture in the eyes of your husband, the only inherent worth you have lies in your shapely flesh? These questions haunt you for some time, as you stare into yourself.

Only a week ago, you were no more than a lowly peasant girl, now, you're the High Queen, married to the Dread Knight himself! You don't know what to make of it, it's all so, so... different, alien, and strange. Your husband is handsome and strong, more so than any man you've ever seen, but last night, when he changed and the shadows bound you... His touch is terrifying, but better than anything you've ever had, anything you've ever imagined. He is terrifying, but he is wonderful in his terror all the same. Your duty is to him, to be the best wife you can be, to satisfy his every desire, and leave him wanting more, it is your purpose, and should you fail... failure isn't an option, you can't fail, and you can't let yourself fail, and that's that.

You stand there for a brief moment, when you remember Venkalth's command. You'd better get ready, you tear your eyes from the mirror and go to the cabinet. Upon opening it, you find an extravagant yet refined white fur coat, garments of thick, soft fabric, and a pair of small hide boots, for you no doubt. A small pile of silk rags lies in front. When you look, you find nothing else, and realize that the silk is for cleaning! Silk, soft as clouds, silk makers spend weeks weaving mere inches of it, it's almost priceless and you're to use it to clean!?! As much as the waste of it all pains you, you've no other choice, so you take them...

> Cont.

>>1096757

You hurry, and take little less than fifteen minutes to clean all of last night's mess. With nothing else in sight, you dump the silk into a jewel encrusted silver bowl, assuming it's the place to put it. Back home, you used threadbare rags to clean yourself, washed them, and reused them when you were done. You grab the clothes and get dressed, they're warm and soft, fully covering you, unlike the almost priceless dresses you've been wearing the last week.

You get on your knees and face the window, and mutter a desperate, urgent prayer to Nikon the Guardian and Vesiau the Merciful, begging the divines for strength and calm in the days ahead. When you finish, you stand and feel a bit better, although you're head is no more clear than earlier. Opening the washroom door, you're alarmed to see a man hunched over the bed.

You freeze and move to close the door, but it noisily creaks. The man's head goes up to look at you, and you realize he is old, perhaps eighty or ninety, even. When he speaks, his voice is soft and compassionate, though he speaks in a very strange way.

> "Madam Zorandir, did this one startle you?"

> "A, a little."

> "Then this one begs your forgiveness. Madam Zorandir, this one has been tasked by his Noble Majesty to clean Madam Zorandir's chambers. This one had no intentions to startle Madam Zorandir, and this one is hopeful that Madam Zorandir has no fear in her."

> "I, I'm fine, thank you."

> "This one is blessed by the divines to hear such."

> "Who, who are you?"

> "This one is Nub, this one is simple and this one has faithfully served his Noble Majesty for many years. This one has been tasked by his Noble Majesty to serve Madam Zorandir as she sees fit, and this one is eager to serve."

> "I, wait, you mean, serve me? Like, a servant? My servant?"

> "This one apologizes to Madam Zorandir, and hopes that this one's foolish drivel did not confuse Madam Zorandir. This one is at Madam Zorandir's disposal until this one has left for the next world or his Noble Majesty sees fit to end this one's service."

> "O-oh,"

> Cont.

>>1096757
>>1096759

> "This one was to clean Madam Zorandir's bedchamber, and this one is astonished to find that Madam Zorandir has humbled herself by stooping to the lowness of this one. This one is both flattered and filled with shame by Madam Zorandir's work, that this one did not arrive soon enough to take Madam Zorandir's place."

> "I-I only did what I've always done,"

> "Madam Zorandir's humility astonishes this one. So long as Madam Zorandir is lawfully wedded to his Noble Majesty, Madam Zorandir shall do no work but what his Noble Majesty sees fit. This one shall see to it that such is certain. Madam Zorandir has not yet explored the Claw of Aztun, and this one shall guide Madam Zorandir wherever she sees fit to go."

Claw of Aztun? Aztun, lord of the underworld, father of all demons, bringer of destruction and eternal damnation? The same Claw that Aztun lost when Zutir the Valiant severed his hand and cast Aztun into the Abyssal Pit in the times before time? Oh gods...

> "This one understands that Madam Zorandir has doubts, but Madam Zorandir needn't worry, for Madam Zorandir is safe, protected by his Noble Majesty, his Black Legionnaires, and of course, her humble servant Nub."

At the last part, he gives a confiding wink and a wry grin with his toothless mouth.

> "This one shall guide Madam Zorandir wherever she wishes to go."

> Where is it you want to go? (choose one)

> The training grounds, to watch your husband and his legionaries spar. you might learn a thing or two.
> The library, you don't know how to read, no one in your village did, but it might be interesting.
> The kitchens, you're not too hungry, and lunch is still hours away, but the royal chefs would surely find you something to eat.
> The royal court, to meet the courtiers and important servants, and see where it is your husband spends most of his time.
> The castle grounds, you just need to walk and think things through.
> The temple, you desperately need to pray to the divines.

> Nialla Zorandir, (formerly Virden)

> Traits:
> Legendary Beauty
> Married to Venkalth Zorandir

> Skills:
> None

> Inventory:
> Extravagant white fur coat, (worn)
> Thick, soft garments, (worn)
> Small, hide boots, (worn)

>>1096506

Many thanks, Anon.

> The library, you don't know how to read, no one in your village did, but it might be interesting.

>>1096767
>The library, you don't know how to read, no one in your village did, but it might be interesting.
Time to learn. We can try to look like a dummy to fool the enemies while we plot their demise.

>>1096767
>The library

We are going to smarten up first, and then we're going to put absolutely everything into charisma.

>>1096767
The library, how embarrassing would it be if our beloved discovered we don't know how to read

>>1096767
> The library, you don't know how to read, no one in your village did, but it might be interesting.
demon libraries are always fun

>>1096767
>> The library, you don't know how to read, no one in your village did, but it might be interesting.

Absolute hivemind.

>>1096805
>>1096814
>>1096816
>>1096820
>>1096827
>>1096844

6 unanimous votes for the library.

>>1096851

Indeed it is.

You take a moment to think, before making a decision.

> "C-could you take me to the library? I've, I've never been to one, and, I can't read but I'd like to see it, if that makes sense, I guess."

Nub nods and continues his grin.

> "Ah, Madam Zorandir wishes that this one guide her to the castle library? This one shall see to it, do not worry that you cannot read, as the bride of his Noble Majesty Madam Zorandir shall be tutored until she is able."

> "You mean, I'll learn to read?"

> "Yes, Madam Zorandir, but this one does not care for such trivialities himself. This one has never read a letter, but this one is among his Noble Majesty's most prized servants, this one is. However, whatever this one's opinion may be, this one is Madam Zorandir's faithful servant, and this one shall do as Madam Zorandir wishes."

He escorts you out of the room and takes you wandering through the castle's labyrinthine corridors, and you get the impression that he doesn't have the best sense of sight, but knows his way around the castle by memory. As you walk, he prattles on in his strange way, and after the third boring old story you begin to tune him out, until finally, you've reached the library.

A heavy stone door sits at the dead end of a hallway. The door is covered in strange symbols, it has no hinges, and no knob, you're about to ask Nub how it works when he speaks.

> "YITHN-KNRU-SILAX!"

And the symbols glow bright blue and the door slides the side, opening the library. You speak to Nub,

> "How did you, do the, you know,"

> "Ah, this door is of ancient dwarfish make, it has ancient dwarfish runes, filled with magic they are. This one knows not of such things, but knows that when the magic words are spoken, this door opens. This one shall leave Madam Zorandir to her devices, and take his leave to replace Madam Zorandir's bedsheets. This one wishes you well."

With that, he hobbles off. He's such a strange little old man, he's kind of funny in a way, and he takes his job really seriously, which is good, for you at least. You walk into the library, and when you've passed the doorway, the stone door quietly slams into place behind you. Wait, what'd Nub say? Yith-nur-sid, something, something? Oh well, it's not you're in any danger, after all, if you needed to you could always ask someone for help.

You walk around, the library is dark and dusty, lit only by candles and in a few places, some strange floating lights. Enormous bookshelves are everywhere, and they're all filled with dozens upon dozens of books. You look at the symbols written on the sides, and thinking how much knowledge could be found in these mysterious books fills you with awe and wonder.

> Cont.

>>1097685

You stop for a moment and look around, there's no one there, and you should be safe. You reach onto the nearest bookshelf and grab a small, little blue book, the front of it has a picture of a cloud raining onto a lake, and you open it, seeing hundreds and hundreds of what look like tiny little chicken scratch marks. You're so curious, sigh, if only you could read. You're about to put the book back in its place when a gnarled hand snatches it from you.

You jump back in surprise and almost knock over a bookshelf! You see a tall and almost skeletal man, he's poorly shaven, looks like he hasn't gotten much sleep lately, and is scowling at you, jabbing his finger at you with furious zeal. His nose is long and pointy, and his ears are long as well, he wears a funny little hat that almost looks like an oversize, worn-out sock.


> "WELL WELL WELL! If it isn't the High Queen of the whole damned realm, come to read the books in the library! She doesn't know Elfish from Keurtoh but she decides she just owns the whole damned castle an' she can do whatever she damn well pleases, damn the costs!"

You step back, stammering,

> "I-I, I didn't mean it, honest, I-"

> "OH-HO-HO! And I'm sure she didn't mean to mishandle one of only three copies of the Autobiography of Ziben The Esteemed Hydromancer, did she? Oh, and I'm sure she didn't mean to potentially damage the result of months of painstaking labor with her ponderous, oafish, an' all around foolish idiocy, did she? Oh, an' I'm sure she had a good, good, real real good reason for it all! I'm absolutely one-hundred percent certain that she, the illiterate farm-girl turned Queen of the whole damned land isn't illiterate, an' can definitely read at a fourth rank level, can't she!?!"

You, you really didn't mean to do anything, and now this man's accusing you of trying to destroy priceless artifacts. You didn't mean to do anything, but, but why are you even here? You can't read, he's right, you're just some farm-girl way over her head, you just, just, it's all so much. You feel your eyes begin to mist over when he speaks again,

> "Oh, an' now little old me's got her crying lily-livered tears. Oh boo-hoo, boo-hoo! Waah-waah! Oh cry, oh sob! Oh the humanity!"

You begin to break down in tears,

> "Oh-ho-ho, an' I suppose she can't read after all, I suppose she's illiterate, an' crying 'cause she can't read worth half a damn an' wishes she had anything going for her besides a fine set o' knockers! I suppose so!"

Your tears are in full swing, and you're literally beginning to heave with grief.

> Cont.

>>1097685
>>1097689


> "Which is why I suppose I ought to teach her to read! If the damned girl can't read, she's no business being in a library, an' that's a travesty I can't abide!"

Wait, what? You're incredulous, a moment ago his mockery brought you to tears, and now you're getting offered a chance to learn to read?

> "Wait, what?"

> "Wait what she says, wait what! You heard me princess! Oh-ho-ho! Ol' man Nicket's gonna teach you to read, 'cause otherwise you've got no business in me library!"

> "You, you'll teach me to read?"

> "An' then some! It'd take a damn long while, but when all's said an' done, you'd have a perfectly good reason to be in the library!"

> "Whoa, I, um,"

> "OH-HO-HO! What's it gonna be princess? You want me to learn you how to read, or you wanna get out, get gone, and get lost? 'Cause I've got better things to do than spout gibberish to farmfolk? OH-HO-HO!"

This man seems to be severely unhinged and extremely rude, but he also seems to be really good at reading, and maybe, just maybe, he really could teach you...

> Do you want to spend the rest of the day learning to read with Old Man Nicket?

> Yes, he obviously knows what he's doing, and you really want to learn to read.

> No, he hurt your feelings and he's obviously bonkers, you're better off elsewhere.

> Nialla Zorandir, (formerly Virden)

> Traits:
> Legendary Beauty
> Married to Venkalth Zorandir

> Skills:
> None

> Inventory:
> Extravagant white fur coat, (worn)
> Thick, soft garments, (worn)
> Small, hide boots, (worn)

>>1097691
> Yes, he obviously knows what he's doing, and you really want to learn to read.
We can't let some old oaf deter us.

>>1097691
>> Yes, he obviously knows what he's doing, and you really want to learn to read.

But thwap him on the head like maw did to our brothers when they acted the fool. He deserves it. Being crazy ain;t no scuse to be mean.

>>1097698
Second, maw as in mum right?

>>1097707
yeah
we're a country girl ain;t we?

>>1097717
Yeah but I don't think we have an accent.

>>1097697
>>1097698
>>1097707
>>1097717
>>1097719

So that's a unanimous yes, along with a head-thwacking? Alright.

> "Of course I want to learn to read!"

> "OH-HO-HO! Lookie here, see what I've done, I've got the High Queen of the whole land come to me to learn to read! OH-HO-, URK!"

He made that last noise because you hit him upside the head, just like ma did your brothers when they got into trouble. You hit harder than you intended, and put the old man on the floor, he starts to stand up, wheezing and laughing.

> "Oh, ho, ho! She's not only a nice piece o' totty, she's also not 'fraid to deck an ol' fool upside the head! Oh-ho-ho we got ourself a keeper, that we do! Come with me, an' I'll initiate your literary endeavors!"

You have no idea what the old man just said, but you go along with it either way. He takes you through a maze of bookshelves and corridors, you think you climbed a hidden stairway once or twice, and eventually the two of you end up in a small room, lit by an oil lantern and several of those floating glowing lights, it's absolutely filled with books, and the center of the room has a desk covered with parchment, ink, and quills. It looks like Nicket was copying something, but you're not sure what.

> "Welcome to me office! This is where I scribble me days away unless someone opens the door, then I meet 'em!"

> "Alright, but what exactly is it you do here?"

> "OH-HO-HO! I'm the grand royal archivist and bookkeeper! I archive the bits an' bobs an' keep all the books nice, warm, an' cozy! The pit take anyone what thinks they can take 'em without askin'! But tha's 'nough 'bout me, tell me, High Queen, do you know you ABC's?"

You've never heard the term and tell Nicket such.

> "Uh, no, not really... Are those important?"

His sock hat seems to visibly deflate, before he perks up.

> "WELL THEN WE GOT A WAYS TO GO! TAKE A SEAT, GRAB A QUILL, AN' OL' NICKET 'LL TAKE IT SLOW!"

((For this Quest's rolls, I'm going to be rolling my lucky 1d20, and recording the results here.))

[18]

You spend the day going through the motions with Nicket. He has you write lots of little lines on parchment and he explains that each collection of lines is called a letter, and that each letter makes a sound. He tells you about the pattern they're all in, and explains that different languages have different letters, patterns, and sounds. He tries to have you memorize twenty-five letters and each of their capitalizations, (that's when a letter is big to make a loud sound,) and how you should write them down. He even teaches you a little song to help you remember!

Your handwriting is terrible, but Nicket says it's better than his was when he began, and that you're on the right track. You and Nicket get so engrossed in letters that you lose track of time, and soon you realize, it's almost nine o' clock, and your husband will be expecting you, and soon!
You grab the parchment you used to practice, and say goodbye to Nicket. The old man tells you to practice when you can, and come back to learn more as soon as possible.

> Cont.

>>1097808

You leave in a massive rush, and when you reach the library door, you shout the code and run through. You run as quickly as possible to your bedchambers, and almost run over a group of Black Legionnaires that were patrolling the hallways. By the time you arrive at your chambers, you're panting, sweating, and out of breath. You push open the door, and step into your chambers.

Venkalth lies on the bed, making fire swirl in and around itself in an intricate pattern, when he hears you open the door the fire vanishes, and his stare seems to freeze you in place.

> "Nialla, you're an hour late. I'd begun to believe you might've been kidnapped. Tell me, where have you been?"

You nod, and struggle to regain your breath.

> "I-I was at the library, learning to read."

His eyebrow goes up expectantly,

> "M-my king!"

> "Much better. But you say you were learning to read? Intriguing. Tell me, who was it that taught you?"

> "Old man Nicket taught me, my king."

His eyes widen,

> "That half-gnome codger taught you to read in only one day? Impressive..."

> "I, haven't learned everything yet, I've just only started with letters. Uh, I've got a parchment here..."

He holds out his hand

> "Well, let's see it."

You give him the parchment, and he examines it for some time. When almost ten minutes have passed, he nods, and hands you the parchment.

> "I remember when I first learned to read, almost three centuries ago, Nicket's great-great-great grandfather, full-blooded gnome he was, taught me and did it well. It's a shame he died in that alchemical experiment, but, oh well. He was the spitting image of Nicket, apart from height, of course, I suppose something must run in their familial line."

He turns to stare into your eyes,

> "I'm pleased that you've taken initiative on your own, but you have a long way to go. Tomorrow, you'll begin learning in earnest. As for tonight, you've kept me waiting for two full hours, and you'd be wise not to keep me a third."

You pause for a moment before the implications of his words hit you. You put the parchment on the dresser, and begin to undress yourself...

Almost an hour later, you lie naked on top of him shivering, but not from the cold. His 'sword' is still firmly in your 'sheath', and this time, he didn't... change, but he left you breathless, all the same. The two of you fall asleep, entwined in one another, and you dream of letters, words, and books.

> Nialla Zorandir, (formerly Virden)

> Traits:
> Legendary Beauty
> Married to Venkalth Zorandir

> Skills:
> None

> Inventory:
> Naked

Y'all got a discord? If ya don't, I recommend one - good for Q&A, and it's a great place to shunt some shitposting.

>>1097830
Discords are lame. It only attracts the worst of the worst.
t. Shitter

>>1097830
Mmmmkay

>>1097830
It's got its pros and cons.

I don't mind it myself. You get one, I'll show up.

Goodnight, QM.

So what's our endgame? Become a cunning and loving wife or a deadly and ruthless queen?

>>1098036
Methinks deadly ruthless loving queen.

>>1098036
Why not loving Nialla Zorandir the Knight tamer? We soften him to the point where he becomes all nice and starts doing nice shit for the people instead of conquering the land

>>1098036
>>1098048
>>1098139
Personally I think its a bit too early for us (IC or OOC) to be considering an end game.

In the sense that this girl is just beginning to discover herself, and still has a lot to learn and discover and there are mysteries to uncover.

Yes I understand you're actually saying "which direction should we plan this character towards" but I think we ought to wait and see what kind of experiences she has which can lead us to an appropriate ambition for us as players and character.

All things considered, I wouldn't mind at all simply to settle in and explore until we fit in our notch as mother and queen. The end game being watching our little ones grow and become and heirs to Knight, becoming wise off books and education, and possibly acting as the voice of softness and mercy. A persephone to hades.

>>1098159
You, I like how you think

>>1098159
This is Odin Sphere all over again

>>1098159
>A persephone to hades
This sounds better.

>>1098159
>A persephone to hades
now that is a goal i can get behind

One other thing I wonder. . .will he grow tired of us?

We're beautiful now, but what happens as days become weeks and weeks become months and months become years?

I want to ask him that. He's said he's had maidens before. . .did he have children with them too?

This is a blue board, erotic roleplay is prohibited.

>>1098616
We use magic to stay beautiful forever, learn sex moves only we know to please him, and pump out the strongest children ever.

We should try to make ourselves useful.
This way Venkalth won't just one day grow tired of Nialla and just kill her off.

>>1098616
Simple we find out what drives him, what is most dear to him and then we replace that reason with us. Then we won't just have his heart, we will be his heart. We will give him a desire only we can, he might take the maidehood of half the land but in the end he will always come back to us.

This looks interesting. Is there a schedule for this quest?

>>1099161
Dunno. QM doesn't have a discord or twitter, far as I can see.

Reverse-waifu quest? You've piqued my interest, OP.

>>1097830
fuck you

>>1098659
Double fuck you

>>1103023
Are you okay anon?
Want to talk about it?

Did op get banned for posting soft core smut?

>>1104063
I would think that the mods would delete this thread if they were going to ban him, or at least the posts with the smut in them

I think we should consider pastebin or fade to blacks just in case

>>1098659
>>1104063
>>1104271
What exactly is the problem? Shouldn't smut only apply to pics? How would anyone know if text is smut unless they spent the time to read through it all? Isn't the purpose of blue boards to be SFW? Without pics it's hard to tell.

>>1104551
/qst/ Rule 4:Erotic roleplay is not permitted. Frequent explicit descriptions of sexual encounters by a quest author may result in mod intervention.

>>1104565
Well, ok. I still think it's dumb, since /qst/ needs the traffic and this quest isn't that explicit. But I don't make the rules.

>>1104271
Spoilering it with a NSFW tag before should be fine.

>>1104551
I'm from /tg/ and i saw many smut quests get deleted by the occasional fagjanitor.

I guess /qst/ share the same rules, smut also applies to text, period, and there is no way to circumvent that. We already tried back in the day.

You can move your quest elsewhere: akun, tgchan, etc etc. Or you can stay and gamble it, the traffic is so low the mods don't give a shit. Don't cry when janitors will take action.

>>1104696
Man, I hated that too.

I remember years ago they didn't care when we had Mr. Bones Text Adventure Quest and also the one by Understudy. They put theirs in picture images.

Maybe we could do that here too. I think so long as its not directly on the board it should be fine.

>>1104585
Well, Quest Lord may not be banned unless he reaches BFQ's level

Well, Quest Lord may not be banned unless he reaches BFQ's level

What is BFQ?

>Well, Quest Lord may not be banned unless he reaches BFQ's level

What is BFQ?

>>1104817
Blatant Fetish Quest, protag is a dick girl that goes to basically Hunger games Hogwarts

>>1103023
This anon gets it.
>>1104063
I don't think so. The whole thread would have been deleted

Quest Lord is kill?

>>1108635
Indeed, i belive so

Such a shame, this had so much potential

Rest assured, I am not dead everyone, I was only helping a friend of mine move furniture and was not able to access my computer terminal. I will continue this Quest as soon as possible, but I will not be putting up a Discord because the shitposting it deflects is often entertaining and keeps the thread bumped.

I thought the ban on erotic content applied to pics, not text. It seems I was wrong, and I'd like to apologize for any accidental rule violations. I will continue the Quest and see about getting myself a pastebin for the smut. This Quest, contrary to appearances, contrary to appearances, is not an erotic roleplay, it has evolved into a slice of life/romance/intrigue Quest, with a hint of smut, it's like nothing I've ever run before, and I'd like to continue it, if possible.

>>1110152
Loving it so far

>>1110152
Personally I do not at all mind the explicitness and I think so long as you put it in pastebin you can give as much detail as you want.

But yeah its really the soul of the quest that has me interested. What more will we discover of the night, and what will the girl discover about herself when faced with such evil, the responsibilities of being a queen, the possible duty of child rearing, and the potential inevitability of age?

>>1110152
Like this anon
>>1110402
I also don't mind the lewdness what keeps me interested is the concept of the quest

Looking forward to your next post op

>>1110152
Anon, please. The eroticism is wonderful and actually tasteful. Please continue and thank you for your work.

>>1110402
>possible duty of child rearing
I think it's certain she will need to bear children. What kind of queen doesn't produce heirs?

>>1113912

The kind that married to an immortal? And an immortal Demon whose' children will probably eventually make a bid for a throne they will otherwise never inherit?

Children exist solely as a way to bear our legacy to the future, that entire thing is rendered pointless when you just don't die.

>>1113927
Even if you're immortal, you still need backup plans. Is our husband even confirmed immortal?

>>1113964

He's a Half-Demon at the very least, has lived for confirmed centuries, and is a master of many forms of magic and sorcery, or has people who are.

There is virtually no reason he should not be immortal.

>>1113988
Yeah, well good-goers and other enemies usually find a way. Also, he will need trustworthy people to govern his large amounts of land while he's busy

>>1113993

Yes, people with a direct chance of "Rightfully" taking the throne but will never actually take it unless the one currently sitting on it bites the dust.

How trustworthy.

Point is: Backup plans aren't very good if they run a significant risk of being the reason the primary plan fails.

>>1114000
So, you're worrying that the kids will turn on their parents? Not if you raise them wrong and without fear/respectful. It will be boring if it's just him and us.

>>1114029

They would have Demon blood wouldn't they?

And "Boring" is a Good thing, because it implies that shit isn't going wrong.

Should dress in all white to contrast our husband

>>1114050
>And "Boring" is a Good thing
Really? Also, something in the furture will go wrong either way.
>>1114055
A little cliche. I was thinking colors that compliment his dark armor.

>>1114063
Purples and Reds would be a good place to start.

We should get a silver collar of some kind with his name engraved in it, to symbolize his ownership of us.

>>1114197
Seconding silver collar and white clothing - play up the pure virginal maiden, I'm sure both our husband and the public will like that.

>>1114197
>>1114650
Sounds boring and being too submissive could potentially be a turn off for him. Not saying to be an uptight bitch who listens to no one, though.

>>1114650
>>1114197
Not a collar, we are his wife and no matter how uneven their partnership is, we are not his pet.

>>1114676
Going for a pure maiden aesthetic doesn't mean going submissive in personality though. I love the idea of our girl dressing as an innocent flower but determined to make the most of her situation, supporting her husband and with a cocky, mischievous plastered on her face whenever no one can see it. The collar would just another part of the costume.

>>1115343
It's sort of hard to pull off the pure maiden aesthetic since everyone knows how...assertive their king is.

>>1115343

So you are saying that you desire a completely different character to the one we currently have?

Should have just said so bro.

>>1115358
Well, people change and I doubt she will stay the same. It will be gradual and will really depend on the choices we make.

>>1115358
We hardly have enough posts to say what she is or isn't, mate.

>>1115343
Sounds good my man
We should aim for that next thread

>>1115410
Pretty much this

Quests not running, the fuck are you assholes doing trying to decide shit on your own?
Its like fucking overwatch quest again.

>>1115507
What happened to Overwatch quest anon?
I was interested in it but but im trying to catch on with the archive before participating

Archived http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Dark%20Lord%27s%20Concubine%20Quest

>>1119949

Muchos gracias, Anon.