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This time, he begins his journey to the mystical city of Ald'Hin, and also gets laid.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "The second part of the Chronicles of Sed the Elder. This time, he begins his journey to the mystical city of Ald'Hin, and also gets laid.", "writing": "Sed the Elder of Issad – Travelling to Ald’Hin\n\n[i]I have left the city of Enit and made my way to the beaches of Abun, where I will join Prince Faad in his journey to Ald’Hin. The distance is short, but the waters surrounding the great city are filled with the Althin, vicious demons that tear holes in ships with impunity. We likely won’t see any for the first few days of our voyage, but once we enter the warmer waters of the Ald’Hin swamps, we must be on guard.\n\nThe Aldites have sent one of their ships to carry us to their city, including entertainment in the form of an entire harem of men and women to cater to our every whim. I understand the young prince Faad is quite fond of the people and culture of Ald’Hin. Issad has had very little interaction with the Aldites. What little I do know about them leads me to understand them to be a weak, loose collection of heathens, mercenaries, and madmen, concerned more with their own little projects than with civilization. \n\nUpon reflection of my time amongst the Abunese, I am forced to conclude that much of Issadite knowledge regarding our neighbors is inaccurate… It is likely the people and culture of Ald’Hin are equally as misrepresented…[/i]\n\nGeneral Kepi Ahkis of Abun had long been a friend of the Aldites. Many of the higher ranking soldiers under his command were Ald’Hin mercenaries who found themselves captivated by the general’s skill and charisma. Kepi had requested to be buried by the sea when he died, that he could rest between two cultures he had grown to love in his life. He was entombed at a shrine in the port town of Tura, where most ships from Ald’Hin docked.\n\nThe General’s killer now occupied the shrine, standing over the modest stone marker that was the grave of the great General Kepi. Sed the Elder idly traced a finger across the scars on his face, cut into him years and years ago by the General’s spear. He was accompanied by an Abunese Priestess, a young emer girl, who quietly watched him from the archway leading into the mausoleum.\n\nHis attention turned to the girl, and Sed the Elder spoke. “I am not sure what I expected to gain from visiting this place. There are few things I am sure of anymore…”\n\n\tThe young emer priest stepped forwards. She looked very uncomfortable in her robes, considering the heat of the midday sun shining down on the town of Tura. “Perhaps it was fate that brought you here, Sed the Elder.”\n\nThis remark prompted a scornful grunt from Sed. “There’s no such thing as Fate. We control our actions and suffer the consequences. Our freedom makes the judgement of the divines righteous.”\n\n“We’ve been expecting you, if that makes any difference.” She produced a small, leather bound parcel from under her robes, holding it out to Sed. It was a book, made of fine materials and worn with a lifetime of use. Such things were quite rare on Nakti. “This is the journal of General Kepi Ahkis, and his family wanted you to have it should you ever make your way to Tura.”\n\n\tWith an amused look, Sed took the journal and looked at the outside. The cover was made from well-treated leather, meant to withstand the sort of a beating a book would take in the possession of a warrior. He did not open it, but rather tucked it away in his satchel to look at another time. “Perhaps you have mistaken fate for good planning, girl. Still, thank you for letting a sad old killer like me visit your shrine. I am sorry for snapping at you.” He said.\n\nMuch to his surprise, her reply to this was to embrace him. The smaller emer girl had quite a tight grip, and she rested her head on his shoulder. After recovering from the initial shock, Sed returned the hug, patting the girl’s back. It would likely take a few more years of travel before he could even start to get used to how intimate the people of Abun could be, compared to the strict and uptight social mannerisms of Issad.\n\n\tSed bid the girl farewell and made his way to the docks. The dock itself was not particularly special, though Prince Faad could be seen talking to some of his advisors. The Ald’Hin boat, on the other hand, was quite intriguing. Rather than the typical single wedge shape Sed was familiar with, the vessel he now stood before was more like a floating platform, with a very wide and flat hull, supporting a spacious top deck. \n\n\nIt seemed Prince Faad and his advisors did not notice Sed’s approach, as they began walking up the ramp to the deck of the boat without acknowledging him. It was just as well, as he spent the next few moments gawking stupidly at this unusual vessel before collecting himself and stepping onto the dock, only to observe yet another thing he had never set eyes on before.\n\nA strange being was moving crates up and down another ramp between the deck and the dock. The creature’s entire body seemed to be covered in a muddy colored carapace, dotted with the occasional discoloration and sharp looking ridge. Its eyes were blank, featureless, compared to those of the sapient species Sed knew of. If they moved at all in the angular face they were set in, it was impossible to tell. \n\nOther than the eyes, there were few distinguishing facial features; the armored carapace of the creature did not have any apparent spots for a mouth or other such organs. It was as if a ceremonial suit of armor had come to life. The creature stopped, gave a polite nod in Sed’s direction, and carried another crate up the plank, vanishing from sight onto the deck of the boat.\n\n[b]--[/b]\n\n[i]We have started the journey to Ald’Hin. It will take many more days than it would to sail the same distance in any other waters. Our Hatran captain tells me that even the best constructed Aldite ship is at the mercy of the Althin, should too many of them attack at once. The tide also exposes great stretches of sharp jagged rocks, barring direct progress to the city. Already, I am pleasantly surprised by the Aldites I have met so far. They are aloof and awkward, with none of the rigid social standards of Issad. At the same time, however, they revere intellect above all else. Captain Shar is especially interesting. She is of the Palat’Alt, which is a part of the city guard. However, the Palat’Alt are also courtesans, tasked with giving visitors to the city pleasure and company. In Issad, we know of these unusual soldiers as spies and informants. At the risk of falsely judging my hosts, I may keep that in mind. There is no dishonor in being wary.[/i]\n\nSed set his quill aside, wrapping it up in a piece of well-worn cloth before gently blowing on the surface of the page. Though he kept his diary regularly updated, there was still much he kept from it. For the first time in a long time, though, Sed the Elder was happy. His insecurities no longer plagued him with the same ferocity as when he left Issad. The blue tokaya lay back on the rather opulent pile of cushions that was to serve as his bed. He idly mused about what King Ekon would think of what his greatest scholar had gotten up to.\n\n\tAlready, the humidity of the air had caused Sed to shed most of his traditional garb in favor of simple, minimalist clothing to match that worn by the Aldite crew. A year ago, he would have been mortified at the thought of anyone seeing the mess of old scars covering his body. Somehow, he simply didn’t care about that anymore. Even the disfiguring and deep scar taking up most of the left side of his face didn’t bother him anymore.\n\nA soft tapping at his door brought him out of his silent ponderings, and he quickly stood and opened the door. It was captain Shar. To be specific, it was captain Shar, completely naked, smelling of some sweet floral fragrance he couldn’t identify. Sed raised an eyebrow and took in the view of the beautiful tan Hatran. This never happened to him in Issad, and he was unsure what to do or say. She smiled sweetly and reassured him “I know this is a bit different for you than Issad. I’m here to keep you company, if you’d like.”\n\t\n\tSed failed to realize that he was blushing now, the blue scales of his face taking on a slightly different hue as blood pumped beneath them. It had been so long since Sed had been with anyone. Sex had never been a very important aspect of his life. But the grinning feline standing in front of him was impossible to pass up. “A-alright. Come sit with me, Captain.” He said, motioning for her to join him on the rather comfortable makeshift bed. She happily bounded into the room and proceeded to lay him on his back, rubbing his chest with a clawed hand.\n\n“You’re trembling.” She commented.\n\nHe sighed “I am unaccustomed to being this close to people. My focus has lain… elsewhere.”\n\nShar’s response was to flash him another enticing grin as her hand crept lower, to the edge of Sed’s loincloth. “Sex is a divine gift to us. It allows us to share ourselves with our friends in a special and intimate way.” She slipped a finger under the edge, then back out again, teasing the already nervous scholar. “It’s no secret you’ve had many troubles in life. Let me be with you tonight, and ease your mind from those troubles.”\n\nFor the first time in years, Sed the Elder grinned. “Well… when you put it that way…” he shifted on the cushions, rolling over to face the Hatran and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Captain, I would be honored to share myself with you. And you can just call me Sed, if you like.”\n\n\tThis time, Shar’s hand slid all the way down, pulling the knot of his loincloth loose and lifting it away from him, leaving the blue tokaya completely naked, as she was. Sed opened his mouth to speak again, but shut it just as quickly as she climbed down and began to stoke him to full arousal. There would be other times to talk. Her mouth opened and she dragged her rough, but moist tongue along his length. Sed shivered again from the sheer excitement. Perhaps it was the powerful fragrance she was wearing, or perhaps it was the practiced touch of her fingers and tongue, but the scholar’s mind slowly dissolved into a pleasured haze.\n\nMere moments later, he tensed and let loose a torrent of his seed into Shar’s waiting maw. She swallowed every last drop, before resting her head in his lap and rubbing his belly, prompting another grin from him. “The scars don’t bother you?” Sed asked.\n\n\t“Not at all” purred the Captain. “They mean you have lots of stories to tell.” She slid a finger over the tip of his length. “I love stories.” Her hand closed around the shaft and started bringing him to arousal again. “Perhaps you can tell me one?”\n\nHer unusual request pulled Sed from his pleased stupor. “What…”\n\nThe Hatran deftly maneuvered to sit atop him, her hips pinned his arousal down, and the warmth of her body caused Sed to draw a deep breath in anticipation. She took on a more sultry tone and cradled her head just over his shoulder, whispering “I love a good story. And I love riding a smart man while he tells it to me.” She highlighted this by sliding her slick entrance along the bottom of his length, prompting a gasp from the blue tokaya under her.\n\n“Well,” he panted “Most of these come from my fight with Kepi Ahkis.” She licked one of his ears and slid her sex across his length again. “But…” She slid up once more and he gasped again before managing to compose himself. “The ones here…” he managed to gesture at a row of evenly spaced scars along his left side. “I acquired while studying in Issad’s highlands.” \n\nFinally, after teasing him so much, Shar lifted her hips and lowered her sex down onto Sed’s length, engulfing it in her warmth. “Tell me that one.” She wiggled her hips a bit, prompting another pleasured gasp from Sed.\n\n“I was studying the highland mines,” he began, “Issad is gifted with many precious metals under the soil. I have always kept a blade crafted from our finest iron… And I never knew how any of it worked.” \n\nShar’s hands clasped behind his back and she hugged him tighter as she rode him, listening intently. “I went to work in the mines for a year. There were many who wondered why the heroic Sed the Elder would be doing something so menial after leaving the army. It was honest work, so I did not care what was thought of me.”\n\nAs his story continued, it was as though Shar tightened around him with every sentence. It was very trying on Sed’s concentration, and very enjoyable. He was determined to last through his own story, however. “That summer, the highlands had the worst rain storm in the Issad’s recorded history. It was fortunate for the crops and livestock, but the mines flooded, despite our best efforts.” \n\nHis hips slowly rocked to meet the motion of the Hatran’s. “You feel wonderful, by the way” He said, taking a moment before continuing the story. Her response was to gently lick his neck and begin to move her hips faster.\n\n“I was attempting to drag a pallet stacked with ore out of a tunnel when one of the supports came down on my side. That’s where the scars come from. I am sorry, it is not much of a story.” Sed fell silent and waited for the Captain’s reply.\n\n“I don’t mind. You’re interesting just to be around.” She purred. Now that Sed’s story was finished, the Hatran captain began riding him properly, slamming her hips down against him and crying out in pleasure. At long last, Sed could take no more. The blue tokaya moaned and clutched Shar tightly, filling the energetic Hatran with his seed as her insides tugged and massaged him in such wonderful ways. Soon afterward, Sed and the captain were fast asleep, curled up in each other’s arms.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Sed the Elder of Issad – Travelling to Ald’Hin

I have left the city of Enit and made my way to the beaches of Abun, where I will join Prince Faad in his journey to Ald’Hin. The distance is short, but the waters surrounding the great city are filled with the Althin, vicious demons that tear holes in ships with impunity. We likely won’t see any for the first few days of our voyage, but once we enter the warmer waters of the Ald’Hin swamps, we must be on guard.

The Aldites have sent one of their ships to carry us to their city, including entertainment in the form of an entire harem of men and women to cater to our every whim. I understand the young prince Faad is quite fond of the people and culture of Ald’Hin. Issad has had very little interaction with the Aldites. What little I do know about them leads me to understand them to be a weak, loose collection of heathens, mercenaries, and madmen, concerned more with their own little projects than with civilization.

Upon reflection of my time amongst the Abunese, I am forced to conclude that much of Issadite knowledge regarding our neighbors is inaccurate… It is likely the people and culture of Ald’Hin are equally as misrepresented…

General Kepi Ahkis of Abun had long been a friend of the Aldites. Many of the higher ranking soldiers under his command were Ald’Hin mercenaries who found themselves captivated by the general’s skill and charisma. Kepi had requested to be buried by the sea when he died, that he could rest between two cultures he had grown to love in his life. He was entombed at a shrine in the port town of Tura, where most ships from Ald’Hin docked.

The General’s killer now occupied the shrine, standing over the modest stone marker that was the grave of the great General Kepi. Sed the Elder idly traced a finger across the scars on his face, cut into him years and years ago by the General’s spear. He was accompanied by an Abunese Priestess, a young emer girl, who quietly watched him from the archway leading into the mausoleum.

His attention turned to the girl, and Sed the Elder spoke. “I am not sure what I expected to gain from visiting this place. There are few things I am sure of anymore…”

\tThe young emer priest stepped forwards. She looked very uncomfortable in her robes, considering the heat of the midday sun shining down on the town of Tura. “Perhaps it was fate that brought you here, Sed the Elder.”

This remark prompted a scornful grunt from Sed. “There’s no such thing as Fate. We control our actions and suffer the consequences. Our freedom makes the judgement of the divines righteous.”

“We’ve been expecting you, if that makes any difference.” She produced a small, leather bound parcel from under her robes, holding it out to Sed. It was a book, made of fine materials and worn with a lifetime of use. Such things were quite rare on Nakti. “This is the journal of General Kepi Ahkis, and his family wanted you to have it should you ever make your way to Tura.”

\tWith an amused look, Sed took the journal and looked at the outside. The cover was made from well-treated leather, meant to withstand the sort of a beating a book would take in the possession of a warrior. He did not open it, but rather tucked it away in his satchel to look at another time. “Perhaps you have mistaken fate for good planning, girl. Still, thank you for letting a sad old killer like me visit your shrine. I am sorry for snapping at you.” He said.

Much to his surprise, her reply to this was to embrace him. The smaller emer girl had quite a tight grip, and she rested her head on his shoulder. After recovering from the initial shock, Sed returned the hug, patting the girl’s back. It would likely take a few more years of travel before he could even start to get used to how intimate the people of Abun could be, compared to the strict and uptight social mannerisms of Issad.

\tSed bid the girl farewell and made his way to the docks. The dock itself was not particularly special, though Prince Faad could be seen talking to some of his advisors. The Ald’Hin boat, on the other hand, was quite intriguing. Rather than the typical single wedge shape Sed was familiar with, the vessel he now stood before was more like a floating platform, with a very wide and flat hull, supporting a spacious top deck.


It seemed Prince Faad and his advisors did not notice Sed’s approach, as they began walking up the ramp to the deck of the boat without acknowledging him. It was just as well, as he spent the next few moments gawking stupidly at this unusual vessel before collecting himself and stepping onto the dock, only to observe yet another thing he had never set eyes on before.

A strange being was moving crates up and down another ramp between the deck and the dock. The creature’s entire body seemed to be covered in a muddy colored carapace, dotted with the occasional discoloration and sharp looking ridge. Its eyes were blank, featureless, compared to those of the sapient species Sed knew of. If they moved at all in the angular face they were set in, it was impossible to tell.

Other than the eyes, there were few distinguishing facial features; the armored carapace of the creature did not have any apparent spots for a mouth or other such organs. It was as if a ceremonial suit of armor had come to life. The creature stopped, gave a polite nod in Sed’s direction, and carried another crate up the plank, vanishing from sight onto the deck of the boat.

--

We have started the journey to Ald’Hin. It will take many more days than it would to sail the same distance in any other waters. Our Hatran captain tells me that even the best constructed Aldite ship is at the mercy of the Althin, should too many of them attack at once. The tide also exposes great stretches of sharp jagged rocks, barring direct progress to the city. Already, I am pleasantly surprised by the Aldites I have met so far. They are aloof and awkward, with none of the rigid social standards of Issad. At the same time, however, they revere intellect above all else. Captain Shar is especially interesting. She is of the Palat’Alt, which is a part of the city guard. However, the Palat’Alt are also courtesans, tasked with giving visitors to the city pleasure and company. In Issad, we know of these unusual soldiers as spies and informants. At the risk of falsely judging my hosts, I may keep that in mind. There is no dishonor in being wary.

Sed set his quill aside, wrapping it up in a piece of well-worn cloth before gently blowing on the surface of the page. Though he kept his diary regularly updated, there was still much he kept from it. For the first time in a long time, though, Sed the Elder was happy. His insecurities no longer plagued him with the same ferocity as when he left Issad. The blue tokaya lay back on the rather opulent pile of cushions that was to serve as his bed. He idly mused about what King Ekon would think of what his greatest scholar had gotten up to.

\tAlready, the humidity of the air had caused Sed to shed most of his traditional garb in favor of simple, minimalist clothing to match that worn by the Aldite crew. A year ago, he would have been mortified at the thought of anyone seeing the mess of old scars covering his body. Somehow, he simply didn’t care about that anymore. Even the disfiguring and deep scar taking up most of the left side of his face didn’t bother him anymore.

A soft tapping at his door brought him out of his silent ponderings, and he quickly stood and opened the door. It was captain Shar. To be specific, it was captain Shar, completely naked, smelling of some sweet floral fragrance he couldn’t identify. Sed raised an eyebrow and took in the view of the beautiful tan Hatran. This never happened to him in Issad, and he was unsure what to do or say. She smiled sweetly and reassured him “I know this is a bit different for you than Issad. I’m here to keep you company, if you’d like.”
\t
\tSed failed to realize that he was blushing now, the blue scales of his face taking on a slightly different hue as blood pumped beneath them. It had been so long since Sed had been with anyone. Sex had never been a very important aspect of his life. But the grinning feline standing in front of him was impossible to pass up. “A-alright. Come sit with me, Captain.” He said, motioning for her to join him on the rather comfortable makeshift bed. She happily bounded into the room and proceeded to lay him on his back, rubbing his chest with a clawed hand.

“You’re trembling.” She commented.

He sighed “I am unaccustomed to being this close to people. My focus has lain… elsewhere.”

Shar’s response was to flash him another enticing grin as her hand crept lower, to the edge of Sed’s loincloth. “Sex is a divine gift to us. It allows us to share ourselves with our friends in a special and intimate way.” She slipped a finger under the edge, then back out again, teasing the already nervous scholar. “It’s no secret you’ve had many troubles in life. Let me be with you tonight, and ease your mind from those troubles.”

For the first time in years, Sed the Elder grinned. “Well… when you put it that way…” he shifted on the cushions, rolling over to face the Hatran and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Captain, I would be honored to share myself with you. And you can just call me Sed, if you like.”

\tThis time, Shar’s hand slid all the way down, pulling the knot of his loincloth loose and lifting it away from him, leaving the blue tokaya completely naked, as she was. Sed opened his mouth to speak again, but shut it just as quickly as she climbed down and began to stoke him to full arousal. There would be other times to talk. Her mouth opened and she dragged her rough, but moist tongue along his length. Sed shivered again from the sheer excitement. Perhaps it was the powerful fragrance she was wearing, or perhaps it was the practiced touch of her fingers and tongue, but the scholar’s mind slowly dissolved into a pleasured haze.

Mere moments later, he tensed and let loose a torrent of his seed into Shar’s waiting maw. She swallowed every last drop, before resting her head in his lap and rubbing his belly, prompting another grin from him. “The scars don’t bother you?” Sed asked.

\t“Not at all” purred the Captain. “They mean you have lots of stories to tell.” She slid a finger over the tip of his length. “I love stories.” Her hand closed around the shaft and started bringing him to arousal again. “Perhaps you can tell me one?”

Her unusual request pulled Sed from his pleased stupor. “What…”

The Hatran deftly maneuvered to sit atop him, her hips pinned his arousal down, and the warmth of her body caused Sed to draw a deep breath in anticipation. She took on a more sultry tone and cradled her head just over his shoulder, whispering “I love a good story. And I love riding a smart man while he tells it to me.” She highlighted this by sliding her slick entrance along the bottom of his length, prompting a gasp from the blue tokaya under her.

“Well,” he panted “Most of these come from my fight with Kepi Ahkis.” She licked one of his ears and slid her sex across his length again. “But…” She slid up once more and he gasped again before managing to compose himself. “The ones here…” he managed to gesture at a row of evenly spaced scars along his left side. “I acquired while studying in Issad’s highlands.”

Finally, after teasing him so much, Shar lifted her hips and lowered her sex down onto Sed’s length, engulfing it in her warmth. “Tell me that one.” She wiggled her hips a bit, prompting another pleasured gasp from Sed.

“I was studying the highland mines,” he began, “Issad is gifted with many precious metals under the soil. I have always kept a blade crafted from our finest iron… And I never knew how any of it worked.”

Shar’s hands clasped behind his back and she hugged him tighter as she rode him, listening intently.  “I went to work in the mines for a year. There were many who wondered why the heroic Sed the Elder would be doing something so menial after leaving the army. It was honest work, so I did not care what was thought of me.”

As his story continued, it was as though Shar tightened around him with every sentence. It was very trying on Sed’s concentration, and very enjoyable. He was determined to last through his own story, however. “That summer, the highlands had the worst rain storm in the Issad’s recorded history. It was fortunate for the crops and livestock, but the mines flooded, despite our best efforts.”

His hips slowly rocked to meet the motion of the Hatran’s. “You feel wonderful, by the way” He said, taking a moment before continuing the story. Her response was to gently lick his neck and begin to move her hips faster.

“I was attempting to drag a pallet stacked with ore out of a tunnel when one of the supports came down on my side. That’s where the scars come from. I am sorry, it is not much of a story.” Sed fell silent and waited for the Captain’s reply.

“I don’t mind. You’re interesting just to be around.” She purred. Now that Sed’s story was finished, the Hatran captain began riding him properly, slamming her hips down against him and crying out in pleasure. At long last, Sed could take no more. The blue tokaya moaned and clutched Shar tightly, filling the energetic Hatran with his seed as her insides tugged and massaged him in such wonderful ways. Soon afterward, Sed and the captain were fast asleep, curled up in each other’s arms.
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