Author's note: The characters in this story are inspired by my various tabletop game characters and campaigns. This chapter contains loss of virginity, broken celibacy vows, drugs, bondage, choking, m/m anal sex and more Tecryd being terrible. Enjoy!
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Alur was recalling the day he met Ecra when his cell door opened.
"Come on,
elf
."
Alur stood to his feet and gently pushed back the hobgoblin's attempt to take him by the arm. "I will not resist. Take me to your master," He said calmly. So this was his fate, was it? Some sort of punishment from Tecryd.
He went forward without fear. He might be without his powers while under Tecryd's spells and his weapons taken, but he walked silently and without resistance.
The elf was taken to the private quarters of Tecryd, where Alur's lips briefly twitched into a sneer as he saw the defaced statue of his god sitting outside. Disgusting. Tecryd had no respect for anyone but himself at the end of the day, didn't he?
The hobgoblin gestured him forward with a snigger and Alur walked into Tecryd's quarters, unafraid of what laid ahead of him.
Tecryd was sitting in a chair, his normally cocky smirk replaced by a dark glare as Alur didn't even seem remotely shaken. Alur took a seat opposite of Tecryd and the two stared at each other.
"Well, well, well." Tecryd shook his head. "After all this time, my old friend. It looks like one of us won. I bet you thought it would be you."
"This isn't you winning." Alur kept his face carefully straight. "This is you lording your power over foes you've defeated. You've won against us. Not against good. Not against the better part of people. And do not call me
friend
."
Tecryd sneered. "Okay, enough with your posh paladin talk."
"Let the others go, Tecryd. They followed me here." They all chose it, Alur knew not one of his friends felt forced to go in, but they did so because Alur led them. "They're young. They don't know any better."
"Don't... know... any better."
Tecryd laughed, tilting back in his chair as he shook his head. "Oh, they knew plenty better, Alur. I had the impression your fighter was the one in charge, that you just stood back to let a child pull your leash."
Deep breaths, punching him across the face isn't worth it
. Even if it might feel a little good. He had to reserve his strength, pray he could pull through and strike Tecryd where it hurt. "Ecra... feels responsible for us. He does his best. And despite his youth, he's truly a fantastic leader." He would've made a great captain of the army someday if Alur hadn't asked him to come along with him.
"Cute." Tecryd's smile dropped, back to the dark stare. "Do you want to know what I did to him? What I did to your halfling girl?"
Alur stiffened. "What did you do?" Especially to the halfling... Herra was the kindest soul Alur had ever the pleasure to meet. And with her plight against the drow, she joined their group without fear for her own safety and became a truly great healer.
Tecryd cackled before he leaned forward. "Why don't I show you?" He rested his finger on Alur's forehead and he was blasted with the crudest visions.
Herra's dress was bunched around her waist, her head thrown back in ecstasy and Tecryd's mouth between her thighs. Another switch of images and he saw Ecra weeping as he was forced to take in Tecryd's cock. He was hurting. She wasn't in her right mind.
Alur jerked away, ending the visions as he took a swing at Tecryd. "How dare you!" He roared, getting up and attempting to summon his aura. "You are not even worthy to kiss their feet, you
devil
of a drow! How dare you violate them like this?!"
Tecryd smoothly dodged out of the way and Alur felt a shock of pain up his arm. He groaned as he dropped to his knees, feeling like his arm had gone dead. The damn curse still held on strong. How much longer could it be kept up?
"Violate? Oh, that's such a crude way to put it." Tecryd chuckled and sauntered on up to Alur, leaning down to look him in the face. "And I did it because I knew it would piss. You. Off."
Bastard. Alur swore in elven and attempted to scramble to his feet, only to get punched across the face. "You seem to think they're the most innocent, after all. The half orc, well, he's half
orc
, the traitor drow is close enough to our age, and your sylph is quite long lived. The human and the halfling, though? Why, compared to us, they are literally children! And you still thought it was all right to bring them on a campaign to stop me?"
Alur laid still on the floor, his heart aching. It was true, they were young. Too young, really. But so full of passion to do the right thing, he just couldn't say no when they offered to come along. And up until now, he hadn't regretted that decision once.
"You're pathetic, Alur. You
always
think you're right!" Tecryd laughed bitterly, walking around Alur's crumpled body. "That's honestly why I hate you the most. You thought by putting together a band of misfits and those hurt by my campaign for godhood that you stood a chance, and you were
wrong
. So very wrong, Alur."
"We're not the only ones who believe in good." Alur groaned as he levered himself up, flipping his braid out of his face. "There will be more. And one of them will stop you-"
Alur got kicked in the ribs before he finished that sentence, effectively knocking the air out of his lungs. Tecryd knelt down, his eyes full of anger even as he smiled.