Synopsis: This is a continuation of the New Game Master and Next Game Master series. The premise of the story will be lost to those who did not read the previous stories.
After achieving level 15, what remained of Raven and his group were forced to stop as only 4 made it to that landmark. They did not have enough players to continue on and others had yet to achieve that mark since the changes in the advancement system. Instead, they went to creating a new character and saving that one for another day.
Inspired by so many things but not endorsed by any of them. © EmotionalStorm January 2020. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without prior authorizations in writing from the author and EmotionalStorm must be credited for this work.
Authors Note: For those who have not read my bio, please note I write as a form of therapy for a Traumatic Brain Injury. I know the English majors will probably encounter issues that annoy them. If these are your focus, instead of the story itself, then this is not the story for you. I am not and will never be a professional writer. I do it to tell the story, for those who wish to read them.
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Prologue
"Really! You would put your own Champion in a cell!?"
Raven heard Myssara's laughter, "Yes, you all start there but I will bring you to me."
She had a table set up with a Quill and parchment. She looked at him, "Get to writing about this mysterious character."
He walked over and kissed her naked ass cheek before sitting down and starting to write. She laughed at him. Myssara was so fucking horny right now but she had to contain herself, for the moment. The pool needed more time to recharge after there last session.
Character Name: Rainer "The Raven" Black
Class: Magus
Race: Human
Skills: Profession cook, Knowledge Arcana, Riding, Intimidate, Climbing
Feats: Two-weapon fighting, Acrobatics
Spells: Magic Missile, Hydraulic push
ORPHANED. As in no family at all. As in ZERO chance of being royalty.
Found on the streets in the city. Found to have a knack and an interest in magical skills and was brought into the apprenticeship of Magus Pimpernel. A skilled swordsman and talented caster who had no children of his own due to having his balls cut off in a fight shortly before the age of adulthood by a dwarven dualist.
That made Magus Pimpernel a very lonely man. Rainer spent a bit of time running with street children orphans before training with the Magus. Had some climbing and acrobatic skills from his youth that aided him. He also learned the art of being a bit of a bully when the need arose.
Street fighting as It were and he could hold his own. He did not always fight 'clean,' by that he was skilled in dirty fighting techniques. Named 'Black' due to his skin color when he was pulled from the streets and placed into the juvenile prison they called an orphanage before being 'recruited or rescued by his trainer.
The Magus taught him enough about cooking to feed himself and others. While far from being a master chef he was more than competent. The Magus ensure his time was fairly evenly divided. Between riding, studying arcane history, magical training, the occasional archery lesson, and two-weapon fight with the second weapon being spells.
Magus Pimpernel was happy to be getting Rainer out from underfoot; he just started another apprentice a few days before. Rainer watched his review process and felt the master had selected the best child from the streets and they would equally challenge each other, this time it was a young girl.
Rainer was the son he never had or would have and this girl, Carla would become that daughter he never had. Magus Pimpernel had given Rainer a horse, saddle, and traveling gear all in Black to go with his name. From leather pants and shirt to cloak, boots, and gloves.
His black mithril chainmail was under his leather pants and shirt. He carried 2 bundles of 100ft long silk rope in his backpack. A staple from his street days, there was always a good use for rope. To go along with his eating and cooking gear, bedroll, and other standard starting gear.
His master passed along one of the lesser swords from his personal collection. One he called Ultraviolet. He said it once belonged to a lady he knew who returned the gift when she found out he couldn't fuck at all. He also gave him the wedding rings he had wanted to use with this woman and she turned him down after his 'accident.'
The magus never found a woman who wanted a no-balled man for her bed. He did get many a job following the loss of his balls in being a protector of young noble women's virtue, including, many years ago the woman who was now the Countess over the city and province.
Fucking was one thing Rainer could definitely do. He had spent many a night on rooftops watching the local playboys attend to the cunts of the chambermaid to members of the royal family; including this countess who 'lost' her husband 10 years before and had no children.
He witnessed quite a few inventive fellows. Many things he would be trying out in person. His mentor suggested his first stop should be a small inn on the outskirts of town. He had enough rations for a couple of weeks. For ranged weapons a longbow that has seen better days, with forty arrows. Just over a dozen gold coins with several silver and copper coins in the mix.
Description: Slightly tanned skin from his time training with swords outside with no shirt on during the spring and summer months. Penetrating blue eyes and a small scar right on the edge of his chin from when he ran the streets. Muscular but lean build. Long black raven hair and only a small patch of black pubic hair above his well-endowed and slightly curved cock. Venerate Myssara, of course, but right now his hunt was a hunt for cunt.
Character advancement, 'plan' 1 Magus, 5 of Wizard, 5 of Eldritch Knight, one magus, 5 of Eldritch Knight, Rest Magus
He walked up behind Myssara and wrapped his arms around her and rub his cock up and down her ass as he held her and handed her the sheet of parchment. He bent her over the altar and slid slowly into her ass and slowly pump away while she was reading. She giggled, "I like it. You covered your bases on what you got and why." He sped up and started thrusting harder.
She leaned back, "Another five days before the pool will be charged enough."
He kissed her neck, "I am so far behind on your ass I've lost count. Both you and Mother."
She laughed, "Mother will be with the other champions for a while 'breaking them in' as she called it. She said you would understand."
He sped up and she clamped down. He shot into her ass as she screamed out a loud and shaking climax.
He kissed her neck, "She fixing the fertility rates for the newborns to make them Earth-normal?"
She laughed, "Yes except for the children of the champions and the goddesses. They will be at 30 percent just like all the champions. It will get breed down eventually. But you need to get going."
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He pulled up out in front of this inn. He knew off the bat from the coloration and scenery that this was a different starting point. He tied off his horse and walked into the inn and it was not overly crowded. He got to the bar and had a seat. He ordered a mead and put a silver coin on the counter. He looked around and counted eight or nine adventurers including three halflings. Two were at one table and the third was at another table looking around.
Luscious red hair on the female and the other two were males. He took his drink over to her, "Mind if I join you? The Name's Black."
