Aramil Liadon, elven ranger, gave his gear one final check. It was time for him to finally leave the village where he had spent his whole life. He was actually slightly nervous.
For you see, among Aramil's people an elf was not permitted to leave the forests until that elf had proven themselves as an adult to the clan. They did this by undertaking a series of tasks in a ritual known as the Testing.
Aramil had passed the Testing only yesterday, and was now a full adult in the eyes of the clan. There had been a large party in the evening to celebrate his success and Aramil had been the centre of attention.
To begin with, anyway. About halfway through the evening two visitors had wandered into the village. One was a male elf Aramil did not recognise, although it quickly became apparent that he was a powerful mage. The woman however Aramil recognised immediately, because it was Narlissa!
He had been pleased to see her but they had not had long to talk because Narlissa had spent most of the evening in a hastily convened meeting with the Tree Mother and the clan elders, alongside her companion the mage. Clearly they had important matters to discuss.
But that was last night, and now he needed to get going. He collected his gear and bade his family goodbye. They were sad to see him go but at the same time he could see how proud they all were of him. With a final wave he stepped out into the village. Suddenly he heard someone called his name.
It was the Tree Mother, Lohr, and Aramil knew he could not deny her summons. As Tree Mother she was chief of the whole clan and so it wasn't a good idea to disobey her. He walked over to her.
She looked as beautiful as ever. Jet black hair cascaded over her shoulders and her brown eyes radiated warmth. She was about 5' tall and the equivalent of a human woman in her mid-thirties, and she had a breathtaking slender figure with glorious big tits. And although her brown dress was plain and didn't reveal much, Aramil knew what her body looked like beneath it and that knowledge made his cock twitch.
You see, it had been only yesterday afternoon that he had seen Lohr naked. She had summoned him to her house after his completion of the Testing, and after a long and luxurious blowjob she had insisted that Aramil fuck her senseless. He knew he had not disappointed her.
As he approached he realised that she was standing amongst a circle of elves. The clan elders were present but also so were Narlissa and her mage companion.
"Aramil, it is lucky I caught you before you left," Lohr said as she glanced at his pack. "Were you really not going to say goodbye?"
"I didn't want to disturb you, Tree Mother. Not when you've been so busy."
The Tree Mother laughed sweetly, then did the introductions. It turned out the male elf was called Tathal, and he was indeed a mage.
"And you already know Narlissa, of course," Lohr said with a knowing smile.
Narlissa gave him a flirty wink and he couldn't help but check her out. She had brown eyes and a slightly freckled face, with red hair that fell to midway down her neck. She was wearing her usual outfit of a brown corset that seemed to draw attention to her large breasts, and brown pants. As a half-elf she was actually quite tall compared to the elves present, because at 5'5" she was as tall as Aramil himself and he was of average height for a male elf.
After a moment Lohr spoke again. "Do you know why they are here, Aramil?"
He shook his head. "I do not."
"Tathal is cursed, Aramil," Narlissa said. "His soul is bound to a magical dagger, and whoever possesses that dagger owns him like a slave. They can command him to do their bidding."
"That's horrible!" Aramil said, looking with sympathy at the elven mage.
"And so you see why we must lend our aid," Lohr said. "And to do that, I think we need your help."
"You do?"
"There is a herb that grows on the edges of the forest. 'Ghostbloom'. Have you heard of it?"
"I have. It is hallucinogenic, no?"
"Not quite," Tathal interjected. "The out-of-body experience that someone has when consuming Ghostbloom is no hallucination - the herb truly does separate the soul from the body. By using it in a ritual, the piece of my soul can be drawn out of the dagger so my spirit can become whole again."
Aramil turned to Lohr. "And you need me to collect this herb?"
"Yes. There are no rangers currently in the village, or else I would send one of them. But you have proven yourself capable again and again, Aramil. I know you can do this. Will you help?"
"Of course, Tree Mother."
"Thank you," she smiled. "I am sorry that you must delay the start of your journey."
"Perhaps he doesn't have to, Tree Mother," Narlissa said suddenly. "If I go with him, then Aramil only needs to lead me to the Ghostbloom. I can bring it back."
Lohr considered her words. "That makes a lot of sense, Narlissa. I must admit, I don't like holding up a young elf's first steps outside the forest." She smiled at the half-elf. "So yes, we will do it that way. Thank you for the offer."