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Avenging Heart Chapter 10
Shadowblade and Horsham walked through the camp straight to Kashya's post. "It is done," said the former. "Blood Raven is no more."
Kashya blinked at him for a second. "Don't believe me?" asked Shadowblade. He pulled the bow out of his pack and handed it to her. "Her bow. Now do you believe me?"
She spoke up. "She would never part with this bow. Therefore, what you are saying must be true." She remained silent a moment, and looked up. "D- did she say anything?"
"She is remorseful for her transgression and wanted me to tell you she was sorry for what she'd done."
A tear rolled down Kashya's cheek, and she said, "She deserves to go to Hell for what she's done. But she was my friend, and I can't bear the thought." She started sobbing uncontrollably.
Shadowblade placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. Let it out."
After a few minutes, the sobbing stopped. She looked up. "You kept your end of the bargain; now I will keep mine. Aliza!" Aliza came over. "Aliza, they have defeated Blood Raven, so you may join them in future combat. And Shadowblade, YOU have earned my respect. You, and your friend, may stay here."
Though pleased, Shadowblade was still upset at the way his lover was treated. "Kashya! There was NO way I could have succeeded without Horsham's help. I insist you give him his due AND ensure no one will bother him here anymore."
"Fair enough," Kashya said. "Necromancer, well done." She turned to the men who'd threatened Horsham before. "The necromancer helped slay Blood Raven. Therefore, it is my order that no harm should come to him. Should any of you disregard my wishes, you will be sent out of this camp and be at the mercy of the monsters. Understood?" They nodded. She turned to Shadowblade. "Satisfied?"
"Yes," he said. "Though I must point out that he has a name."
Kashya ignored him. "Now, Akara has asked to see you. No doubt you will have another quest."
Shadowblade, Horsham, and Aliza headed to Akara's tent. "You wished to see us, my lady?" asked the first.
"Yes," she said. "In spite of recent victories, we have only been able to slow the tide, not turn it back. We fervently wish to do so, but our own knowledge is insufficient. However, there is a very wise man who could help us."
"Who is that?" asked Shadowblade.
"Deckard Cain." She smiled at her visitors' shock. "The last of the Horadrim. He is the only one that could possibly help us."
"And how can we help you?" Shadowblade asked.
"Well," began Akara. "If he is alive, he will be in Tristram, no doubt held captive by unimaginable monsters. I was hoping you would be willing to go there and rescue him, if he's alive."
"But Tristram is so far away. We'd be gone for who knows how long, and I don't want to leave you alone here," Aliza blurted.
"Fear not," she replied. "There is another way to get there. But first, I will need a special scroll."
"Where can we find this scroll?" Horsham asked.
"Return to the Cold Plains, and there will be another opening, to a place we call the Stony Field. There, you will find a cave. Go through the cave and you will come out in a forest called the Dark Wood. Look for a unique tree, and touch it. The scroll appears to those whose intentions are pure."
"We will do as you ask, my lady," said Shadowblade.
"Good luck," said Akara. "Now, I'd suggest you two young men rest up from your battle and head out tomorrow."
"Of course, my lady. Have a nice day." They left the tent.
"Yes," said Aliza. "You two go and 'rest'." She burst out laughing.
"What do you mean?" asked Horsham.
"By the heavens!" exclaimed Aliza. "I'm not an idiot, you know!" She dashed away laughing.
"It doesn't really bother me what she knows," said Shadowblade.
"Me neither," said Horsham. "Good thing that paladin isn't around to see us."
"Damned Zakarum!" exclaimed Shadowblade.
"Okay, I already know there's something you're not telling me, and I have a feeling it has a lot to do with the Church of Zakarum. Are you ready to tell me?" asked Horsham.
"Not yet. I need to figure out how."
"Just tell me, Shadow. No dodging, just the truth."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Why in Hell are you so concerned about it? It's MY business and MY problem!" Shadowblade yelled.
Horsham was in tears. "Then, damn it, it's MY problem too! And I'll do anything to help you solve it!"
Shadowblade looked at him scornfully. "You couldn't help."
"The Hell I can't! I'll stand by your side as long as you need me to! I love you!"
Neither could believe what had just been said. Shadowblade was stupefied for a moment, until he regained his senses. He then grabbed Horsham roughly by the shoulders. He remembered the battle with Blood Raven just a few hours ago and what he was thinking when the zombies advanced on Horsham. He didn't care whether Blood Raven lived or died. He only wanted save Horsham. "Damn it! I love you, too!"
With that, he pulled Horsham into the tent and began removing his armor, then his boots, then the vest, then the pants. Shadowblade then removed his own clothes and laid Horsham down on the sheet. He pinned Horsham's wrists to the ground and pressed his lips against his lover's and they kissed passionately for several minutes. He moved down and kissed Horsham on the neck and down into his chest. He continued into the stomach and on down, all the while Horsham was panting wildly and writhing. Shadowblade's head stopped in a spot and began working on one area. Horsham began to moan softly, and his hips began to buck wildly. The moans grew louder and louder until Horsham yelled, "Oh, Shadow! I love you!"
Shadowblade moved back up to where he was facing Horsham and said, "I love you, too." Suddenly, he began looking through the packs.
"What are you looking for?" Horsham asked.
"This," Shadowblade said, holding up a small bottle. He opened it up and smelled of it. "Scented oil."
"What's that for?" Horsham asked.
"It's for us. So we can connect completely." Shadowblade began applying it to himself.
"I don't understand," Horsham said.
"It's okay. I will do everything." He then crawled in front of Horsham, and lifted his legs in the air. "Now, this may hurt a bit at first, but remember, I'm here with you."
He reached out both hands and his fingers interlocked with Horsham's. Shadowblade pushed gently, and Horsham cried out, "Oh!" breathing harder.
After a few seconds, he calmed down, and Shadowblade began to move back and forth. As he moved, Shadowblade felt something amazing come over him, and he started to pant harder, and his eyes rolled back into his head. Horsham did the same and started moaning. Suddenly, both yelled out in ecstasy. So enamored with one another, they were completely unaware of the crowd outside the tent.
"Why should we have to listen to this, this. . .abomination, this defiance of nature?" asked a man.
Kashya slapped him on the back of the head. "Shut up!"
Avenging Heart Chapter 10
Shadowblade and Horsham walked through the camp straight to Kashya's post. "It is done," said the former. "Blood Raven is no more."
Kashya blinked at him for a second. "Don't believe me?" asked Shadowblade. He pulled the bow out of his pack and handed it to her. "Her bow. Now do you believe me?"
She spoke up. "She would never part with this bow. Therefore, what you are saying must be true." She remained silent a moment, and looked up. "D- did she say anything?"
"She is remorseful for her transgression and wanted me to tell you she was sorry for what she'd done."
A tear rolled down Kashya's cheek, and she said, "She deserves to go to Hell for what she's done. But she was my friend, and I can't bear the thought." She started sobbing uncontrollably.
Shadowblade placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. Let it out."
After a few minutes, the sobbing stopped. She looked up. "You kept your end of the bargain; now I will keep mine. Aliza!" Aliza came over. "Aliza, they have defeated Blood Raven, so you may join them in future combat. And Shadowblade, YOU have earned my respect. You, and your friend, may stay here."
Though pleased, Shadowblade was still upset at the way his lover was treated. "Kashya! There was NO way I could have succeeded without Horsham's help. I insist you give him his due AND ensure no one will bother him here anymore."
"Fair enough," Kashya said. "Necromancer, well done." She turned to the men who'd threatened Horsham before. "The necromancer helped slay Blood Raven. Therefore, it is my order that no harm should come to him. Should any of you disregard my wishes, you will be sent out of this camp and be at the mercy of the monsters. Understood?" They nodded. She turned to Shadowblade. "Satisfied?"
"Yes," he said. "Though I must point out that he has a name."
Kashya ignored him. "Now, Akara has asked to see you. No doubt you will have another quest."
Shadowblade, Horsham, and Aliza headed to Akara's tent. "You wished to see us, my lady?" asked the first.
"Yes," she said. "In spite of recent victories, we have only been able to slow the tide, not turn it back. We fervently wish to do so, but our own knowledge is insufficient. However, there is a very wise man who could help us."
"Who is that?" asked Shadowblade.
"Deckard Cain." She smiled at her visitors' shock. "The last of the Horadrim. He is the only one that could possibly help us."
"And how can we help you?" Shadowblade asked.
"Well," began Akara. "If he is alive, he will be in Tristram, no doubt held captive by unimaginable monsters. I was hoping you would be willing to go there and rescue him, if he's alive."
"But Tristram is so far away. We'd be gone for who knows how long, and I don't want to leave you alone here," Aliza blurted.
"Fear not," she replied. "There is another way to get there. But first, I will need a special scroll."
"Where can we find this scroll?" Horsham asked.
"Return to the Cold Plains, and there will be another opening, to a place we call the Stony Field. There, you will find a cave. Go through the cave and you will come out in a forest called the Dark Wood. Look for a unique tree, and touch it. The scroll appears to those whose intentions are pure."
"We will do as you ask, my lady," said Shadowblade.
"Good luck," said Akara. "Now, I'd suggest you two young men rest up from your battle and head out tomorrow."
"Of course, my lady. Have a nice day." They left the tent.
"Yes," said Aliza. "You two go and 'rest'." She burst out laughing.
"What do you mean?" asked Horsham.
"By the heavens!" exclaimed Aliza. "I'm not an idiot, you know!" She dashed away laughing.
"It doesn't really bother me what she knows," said Shadowblade.
"Me neither," said Horsham. "Good thing that paladin isn't around to see us."
"Damned Zakarum!" exclaimed Shadowblade.
"Okay, I already know there's something you're not telling me, and I have a feeling it has a lot to do with the Church of Zakarum. Are you ready to tell me?" asked Horsham.
"Not yet. I need to figure out how."
"Just tell me, Shadow. No dodging, just the truth."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Why in Hell are you so concerned about it? It's MY business and MY problem!" Shadowblade yelled.
Horsham was in tears. "Then, damn it, it's MY problem too! And I'll do anything to help you solve it!"
Shadowblade looked at him scornfully. "You couldn't help."
"The Hell I can't! I'll stand by your side as long as you need me to! I love you!"
Neither could believe what had just been said. Shadowblade was stupefied for a moment, until he regained his senses. He then grabbed Horsham roughly by the shoulders. He remembered the battle with Blood Raven just a few hours ago and what he was thinking when the zombies advanced on Horsham. He didn't care whether Blood Raven lived or died. He only wanted save Horsham. "Damn it! I love you, too!"
With that, he pulled Horsham into the tent and began removing his armor, then his boots, then the vest, then the pants. Shadowblade then removed his own clothes and laid Horsham down on the sheet. He pinned Horsham's wrists to the ground and pressed his lips against his lover's and they kissed passionately for several minutes. He moved down and kissed Horsham on the neck and down into his chest. He continued into the stomach and on down, all the while Horsham was panting wildly and writhing. Shadowblade's head stopped in a spot and began working on one area. Horsham began to moan softly, and his hips began to buck wildly. The moans grew louder and louder until Horsham yelled, "Oh, Shadow! I love you!"
Shadowblade moved back up to where he was facing Horsham and said, "I love you, too." Suddenly, he began looking through the packs.
"What are you looking for?" Horsham asked.
"This," Shadowblade said, holding up a small bottle. He opened it up and smelled of it. "Scented oil."
"What's that for?" Horsham asked.
"It's for us. So we can connect completely." Shadowblade began applying it to himself.
"I don't understand," Horsham said.
"It's okay. I will do everything." He then crawled in front of Horsham, and lifted his legs in the air. "Now, this may hurt a bit at first, but remember, I'm here with you."
He reached out both hands and his fingers interlocked with Horsham's. Shadowblade pushed gently, and Horsham cried out, "Oh!" breathing harder.
After a few seconds, he calmed down, and Shadowblade began to move back and forth. As he moved, Shadowblade felt something amazing come over him, and he started to pant harder, and his eyes rolled back into his head. Horsham did the same and started moaning. Suddenly, both yelled out in ecstasy. So enamored with one another, they were completely unaware of the crowd outside the tent.
"Why should we have to listen to this, this. . .abomination, this defiance of nature?" asked a man.
Kashya slapped him on the back of the head. "Shut up!"
