The lamp was lit and a flame began to burn and shed enough light to dimly illuminate the room causing many shadows to flicker back and forth between the many tomes and manuals. The library was incased in solid stone walls with many shelves of books, old wooden chairs, and tables. The Library was very old and also a temple to Oghmora the god of all knowledge, and inside the vast library contained knowledge on just about anything one could imagine under the sun of the Geos.
The lamp also cast a light on the shadowed face of Mytheria Melfagul, a Beautiful Golden haired elf with perfectly almond shaped eyes, a long slender nose and a small mouth with slightly pouty lips. The light was also shed upon the book before her eyes, The one she had been looking for. It was a book about a long forgotten civilization of a people that lived thousands of years ago off an Island not far to the south of the City of Sharkton from which she was now located.
The peoples of the Sinerian Isles were very hedonistic in there ways enjoying all the pleasures that life brought to them: foods, wines, drugs and many acts of sexual pleasure. The book told of the end of their civilization and a curse and also of lost treasure, magic, and powerful artifacts, which were created by the Sinerian race. The book told the story of how the Sinerian Hedonism was pleasing with their gods at first but as over time the acts of sex became more vile and perverse, and the Sinerian began to ignore their gods as well and in time the land became dark and the Sinerian race became vile, wicked and evil. Acts of murder, thievery and rape became not uncommon amongst these once grand people, and with tears of sadness Rhu the goddess of joy, mirth and pleasure turned away from her peoples and their divine magics which was once blessed by her became dark and evil and twisted. Cyrion the Red, god of vengeance, justice, and morale purity sent his followers to eradicate the evils of the Isle and they had no protection and the race was destroyed by the crusaders who arrived by hundreds of ships at once. And so was the end of the once proud race of peoples known as the Sinerian.
This is a legend Mytheria already knew and knew quite well and she was quickly scanning through the tome to find more detailed information about a particular legendary item located at the Center of the Isle to discern its location. This item had been lost for years to the antiquities of time. Many scholars even doubted its existence. Mytheria however knew of its making from her own family history. This artifact was blessed by the goddess, Rhu, and forged with powerful arcane magics by the Highest of the Sinerian wizards.
Mytheria began getting more and more knowledge about the location of the Scepter of Multiple Orgasms and its location deep inside of a well guarded vault. She found the information on the entrance point of an ancient dungeon which led to the vault. Being very pleased with the information that she found, she closed the book causing a cloud of dust to puff forth from the pages. She then took her holy symbol of Rhu, a small ivory chalice inlaid with etchings of three roses forming a triangle, with her long nimble elf fingers up to her lips and gave the chalice a kiss as which was a common religious ritual among the followers of Rhu. Then let the holy symbol fall back to her chest catching itself on the silver cord about her neck. Mytheria then stood up proud and quite satisfied with the information she had just retrieved from the vault.
Suddenly a mysterious chilled wind blew through the chambers of the library and extinguished the lamp and all went pitch black about the room. Mytheria hurriedly began to cast a minor incantation to cause the flame in the lamp to come back on but as soon as she began to mutter the first words of the casting a warm touch of what felt like solid air caressed the back of her neck breaking her concentration to the spell. A chill of fear ran down her spine at the same time the touch was very inviting and caused her to feel a slight wave of pleasure come over her.
Then she felt the very air its self begin to wrap around her body like a pair of insubstantial arms gripping her around her hips and chest. Her small elven feet then lifted slowly from the ground on which she stood. Her heart began to race as fear and excitement overcame her. Her thoughts raced through her head," what has got a hold on me, obviously not a creature of substantial matter, but a ghost or perhaps something even more sinister or wicked like the manifestation of a demon, but then a again it could be a blessing of Rhu sent to me as a reward and reminder."
She still wasn't sure if it was either the former or the latter and just incase it wasn't a blessing she thought she must act fast and be free of whatever it was that was lifting her slowly higher and higher towards the tall ceiling of the library. She began to mutter the words and do the finger movements of a spell that was designed to dismiss such presences back to there home plane or resting grounds. And as much as she concentrated on the incantations of the spell, it mattered not, for this time the spirit, being displeased with her attempts to banish it, interrupted the mutterings of the spells incantation. Mytheria abruptly felt the warm force of air solidify more as a phallic column of what felt like force energy was pressed up against her lips prying her mouth open and it slid all the way to the back of her throat causing her to gag and cutting off any more attempts at using her magical powers.
As the two appendages of air lifted her even higher towards the Ceiling of the chamber she began to feel the small column of force slide back and forth in rubbing the top of her mouth and her throat, She made an attempt to bite down on the force inside her at no avail as the air inside her mouth solidified to the hardness of steel.
Mytheria was now utterly frightened as she had lost total control to some sort of spirit which she had no clue about or about what it was going to do to her. She tried to struggle a bit grabbing out and moving around trying to get a hold of what ever it was that had her, but there was nothing to grab at as her arms were just reaching and swinging out into thin air. Her hands then went for where she could feel the force lifting her by her waist and the force was still there and lifting her but her hands cut right through it and she could feel her own skin as well like the force of air was not there. She started kicking and turning and tossing about in the middle of the air flailing her arms and legs wildly trying with all she had to be set free or dropped back to the floor, and as much as she fought she still ascended to the ceiling at a very slow steady pace.