Thanks to :
AD&D for a world of spells & magic.
Jack Vance, "Eyes of the Overworld" for being a source of inspiration for TSR & myself.
Synopsis :
Set in an alternate reality, fantasy world. Alysa Ascanius, an Arch Mage whose parents were tortured & killed when she was a 12 year old child enacts revenge against the perpetrators decades later. She has started her mission to the Cantran capital with her small entourage supposedly as a diplomatic consul but she has another agenda. Magical changes to men and women have commenced throughout Cantra. The two armies of legions and paladins fight. Will Alysa get her revenge?. The mages enact their plans beyond Cantra but...
Tags : FLR, femdom, hermaphrodite, futanari, loving wives, cuck, feminisation, fantasy, magic, combat.
It's starts off slow but events cascade soon enough. Skipping chapters wont be useful, so reading sequentially from chapter 1 is recommended.
There are no STD's in this fantasy world.
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I went to find Gantacus after the meeting with the legion and mage leadership. He saw me coming. He bowed as I came close.
"Alwyn or is it Alysa or is it your majesty the Queen?"
"The subterfuge was necessary as we could have no senior women in the delegation. The fate of my mother twenty years ago made that clear. My story was carefully crafted to give the best result for Monagon. I make no apologies."
"Yes, duty to the state."
"We couldn't risk anyone being captured, tortured and divulging anything. I was the only one who knew the full plan. Everyone had to act as if the delegation was real."
"Well, you fooled me completely."
"Gantacus, you are the best of us. What every man should aspire to. Truly. We need to get tomorrow over and then talk more."
"The machinations and plots of rulers are beyond me. I understand war and combat and the legions. I try to be an example to my legionnaires so that they in turn do the same."
"I want you to stay in Cantra."
He stared at me. Stony faced, no emotion.
"I will see. We do not know each other, or you know me and I have no idea who you are. I respected Alwyn as a fine leader and a friend, as much as a consul of high estate and a simple centurion could be. Now, well... were you just playing a part or was Alwyn just you in male form."
"Yes I was playing a role, but it was me : Alyssa or Alwyn, they are the same. I don't know what to say. Your perception of me was as a man of course."
There were no words that would suffice at this moment. It had to be communication and actions over time.
He glanced at the paladins. "What is their fate?"
I pulled no punches, it was time for the complete truth. "Their changes will continue for four weeks. They will be very reduced in size, strength, manliness and intellect. Men from the castle will be sexless and unable to father children. They will look like but not be tiny women, the size of a young child. Changes on men outside the castle will be much less, but still smaller and weaker than they were. They will be able to father children but will have breasts to feed babies. They will be submissive and loose any aggressive tendencies. The changes are permanent in all cases. Women will grow taller and stronger."
It was really Minnerv's plan but I needed to take ownership as well.
"And after Cantra?"
That was a female only, archmage level secret, the one that we kept closest to our hearts.
I avoided answering. "Stay in Cantra, we can do great things. Truly change and improve their state. Lift up women. In partnership with men, not as chattels."
He sighed. He knew. By not answering, I told him as if I had spelt it out.
He closed his eyes. Opened after a few seconds. "I have much to think about. I am less than a leaf, I am a speck of dust blown about by the winds of great change."
I reached forward to hug him tight. He was stiff and didn't return my embrace.
"You make your own choice. I would love you to stay but the choice is entirely yours. Come and find me in the aftermath of tomorrow."
My intentions were made known. He had only known me as a man and had yet to discover and learn about me as a woman. Woman, mage and soon Queen. I released him and went back to Minnerv's tent to plan for tomorrow.
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"Your majesty, two full Monagon legions are descending the hills coming towards the city."
"Summon my attendants." The kings voice was weak. He had shaved his beard yesterday as it was too patchy, far from the regal appearance he needed to present.
He got them to dress him in amended regal state military uniform. Raised shoes.
He called for a paladin and templar escort. They went to the battlements overlooking the hills and main highway leading to the city. His city.
The legions were marching at a steady pace, ten abreast down the main highway. Long winding lines of legionnaires. Unopposed. Civilians had deserted the road and environs. Any Cantran military had pulled back to the army in front of the city. The opposing armies were roughly equal in number. The Cantran forces were reduced over the last few days.
He spoke to the paladin in charge. "Take me to the docks." He could escape by sea with the fleet and rebuild with the two armies on the borders.
Suddenly they heard several loud explosions in the direction of the sea. They all ran as fast as they could to the other side of the castle around the battlements. The king was breathless when he arrived.
Smoke and burning fires were rising from every dock leading to his fleet. There was no access to the ships. The masts of every ship was tilted over into the sea, their sails loose and wet in the water.
Twenty witches with 100 legionnaires were arrayed in front of the gate leading to the docks.
He walked back to the other side again.
As the leading edge of the forward legion reached a designated point they deployed left. The legion following deployed right. Soon they were in three rows in staggered formation. Rectangles arrayed towards the city. Cavalry flanked the outside edges. Their generals slightly back from the leading elements between the legions. Small groups of mages in the front and centre of each legion and another larger contingent in the middle with the generals.
Once formed up they stood in the morning sun, their armour and weapons gleaming. A delegation of horses with a clearly visible white flag rode forward towards the Cantran front lines. Two witches, 4 tribunes and a squad of legionnaires.
His generals had their orders. Kill all witches on sight. The only good witch was a dead one. No retreat nor surrender.
Catapults with ceramic inflammable loads atop the first wall fired. The legions were just out of range but it was a display of firepower. There was movement from the mages and the balls fired moved back in a rising arc and landed back on the catapult they had been fired from. The balls shattered,dispersing the flaming liquid, killing the squads of men deployed at each catapult. The flames spread and engulfed the stored ammunition loads which burst into flame too. Expanding the volume of flame which fell both forward and behind the wall.
Angry shouts erupted from the paladins and the Cantran army. Volleys of arrows were now fired at the white flag party now one hundred yards from the Cantrans. They turned to ash 10 yards from the mages. Four volleys were made with no effect. As each volley was fired, a squad of around ten mages unleashed purple lighting and the massive gates on each wall disintegrated. Gate 1 on the outer wall first. Then the second and the third. Finally when the fourth volley was fired both squads of mage from each legion fired off their response to the arrows and the main entrance to the castle collapsed from the intensity of the esoteric lighting. There was no fifth volley. The legions now had unimpeded entry to the city and castle.
Some men in the Cantran lines threw down their arms at the sight of the mage's response and ran back to the city. Commanders ordered archers to shoot them.
The small white flag party of mages stopped 20 yards from the Cantran front lines. A magically enhanced female voice came from one of the mages. The speech matching the movement of her lips.
"Lay down your arms and you not be harmed. Fight and you will be killed. We demand the King appear here within the hour to parley with his generals and cardinals to negotiate their surrender."
It had been loud enough for the nearby city to hear.
Behind them, halfway between the two armies, legionnaires had spiked the legion standards into the ground and setup a table and chairs.
The parlay party turn and rode back to the standards. The general ordered one more volley into the backs of the parley delegation. The mage response this time was to cast several chain lightnings into the archers. Their twitching bodies collapsed to the ground. A green bolt of energy leapt from the hands of a mage and unerringly found the chest of the general who had given the last order. His body turned to green slime and pooled where he had been standing.
Fully a third of the Cantran army turned and ran. No one stopped them this time as the archers were all dead. Mostly general infantry ran, fewer from the paladins and templars.
The returning mages were unharmed. This time the arrows targeting them had turned to white doves and flown away.
The general in charge sent a squad to paladins on horseback to pass the message to the king. He now understood very well indeed how the Monagon legions had never been defeated in decades. He had been briefed on what to expect and tactics to try. However the new, improved paladins and battlepriests had lost their godly powers several days ago and were now arrayed in the ranks of the army with their fellow paladins and templars.
A free for all rush to get into the ranks of the legionnaires and to target the mages was as good a tactic as he had come up with now. Whether they would survive the volleys of arrows, spears and spells to cover the intervening distance was problematic. Surely the mages would be restrained in casting when the armies were in chaotic melee. His covering fire from the catapults had been neutralised. Giving them many targets would split and disperse their firepower. However the god cursed witches probably had tactics to prevent that too. Ambushes and skirmishing hit and run tactics were also discussed but not relevant under the current circumstances.
His armour felt very heavy and he was tired simply from wearing and supporting it. Some men standing in the ranks had also collapsed under the midday sun. Weakened and shorter than they were a week ago reduced the effectiveness of each man. Helmets were ill fitting and hard to see out of. Many had taken them off.
