Tehr smiled and rested a warm palm against her smaller hand.  He recalled another redheaded servant not too long ago saying that she wouldn't be opposed to such familiarity as long as such things were not forced upon her.  Yes, she had said that, and had since then turned into his most wanton house mate.  Could Sarah Applemane be an equally randy treasure?  Tehr would in a normal setting play this scenario out, but he felt that with his magic drained, he'd rely only on his charm.<br/><br/>He smiled upon the redheaded halfling, then took his hand away and turned slightly, reaching for his cup of tea.  He lifted it saluting her and said in his more normal tone of voice, "Well then Miss Applemane, I shall be delighted to see your beautiful face gracing my home in Londinium.  For all I ever ask for from my friends and servants is discretion, naught else.  Nor would a gentleman request anything from a lady, highborne or not, that she wouldn't want to offer."<br/><br/>He took a sip of his tea and then glanced down at her hand, still resting on his turgid shaft.  The thick meat now encircled by her fingers, as if she had some how subconsciously gripped it in order to gauge it's thickness.  Her fingertips could not close around it, and Tehr knew the look in her eyes.  He'd seen it on the face of every young maid confronted by his slightly larger than average manhood.  It was equal parts delight and fear, wonder at what it might feel like more intimately, and also a concern that it would be too large, too painful.  It was of course magnified by the fact that Sarah was a halfling and was about two thirds the size of the average human or half elf that Tehr lay with.  He gently reached one hand down and touched the back of her hand, causing her to start slightly, as if she hadn't even realized she was still gripping the warm hard shaft.  She drew her hand away almost wistfully, pulling his dick skin upwards in a slow soft jerk, just once, then let go as her palm crested over the smooth and shiny helmet that was exposed at the edge of his foreskin.<br/><br/>"I think," Tehr said with a smile, "That you'll have much to think about this night."  He paused and then before she could respond said, "Moving to Londinium should be a great adventure after all."  He smirked, knowing that she'd likely be thinking about much more carnal thoughts as well.  Then drawing a fist to his mouth he yawned and said, "But it grows late and I really must get to sleep soon.  Thank you for the late supper, and maybe we shall have a chance to speak again before it is time to return to Londinium."<br/><br/>She smiled and stepped back away from him, her cheeks coloring red as she realized how very above her station she had been acting.  "Yes Master ir'Wynt, of course..."<br/><br/>Tehr cut her off with a slight clucking of his tongue and reached forward to push her chin upwards to look at him.  "Sarah, I told you, in private you may dispense with the formality.  Have a good night and good dreams."<br/><br/>She blushed again and nodded, "I'll return for the trays in the morning then."  Then she quickly ducked out of the room, leaving Tehr alone to finish his meal.  Tehr smiled and sat about in the nude.  He knew that his sister Christina would be practicing their mother's skyclad ways and he figured he'd better start getting used to it again.  She often made him feel foolish when he was 'overdressed' and she so bare in private.  He ate slowly, chewing well, as he poured over his selection of spells.  Tomorrow would be a busy day.<br/><br/>He barely even recalled blowing out the candles and crawling into the bed, small for him, but likely large for this house.  But dreams came to him in the night.<br/><br/><br/>- - -<br/><br/><br/>At first he was back in his room and there was a bottle of wine on his desk.  Oh it was the previous night.  He opened the bottle and from it came moonlight and dark rainbows, violets and blues.  Motes of stars and sprites of ether danced about from the bottle to his face, and the world became the hazy muzzy loveliness of dreams.  He watched himself slip into bed and fall asleep.  The moon sped past the window, throwing shadows that came to life.  From the doorway Angelique crept, naked and glowing, to take his side in the bed.  Her red hair... no.... red hair was Heidi.  No, too short for Heidi, it was Sarah Applemane now mounting him and riding him while he dozed.  Or was the light wrong and he saw not red hair, but the dusky brown of his elven lover, Tera, so strong, so fierce, with the accent that spoke of foreign origins?<br/><br/>No, the hair was black as the raven's wing.  His sleeping self reached up and caressed the form of his sister Christina as they copulated.  Even in his sleep, his dream self knew and stroked and caressed her. She cried out over and over again, seeming to take her pleasure repeatedly as he dozed.<br/><br/>That didn't happen did it?<br/><br/>Tehr blinked and he was once again in his uncle's workshop.  Tehr had spent a few months here, in his uncles tower outside of Oxford learning magic and the secretive and erotic ways of the blue mage.  Tehr's uncle was not actually his uncle, but his father's father's brother.  But Uncle Lan never liked the term 'grand uncle' he claimed it made him seem too old.  Certainly Uncle Lan looked to be in his fifties at the most when Tehr trained with him as a youth.  But Tehr suspected that Uncle Lan was actually much older then he appeared.  But it was always impossible to tell, or to get a straight answer out of him.<br/><br/>Tehr's uncle was lecturing him and he had zoned out.  He tried to listen to Uncle Lan as the elder mage spoke, "...but the church of the one god has their holy bible.  They consider our ways a sin, and have this to say..."  The master mage flipped open a leather bound book with a golden cross on the cover.  He licked his thumb and flipped the pages rapidly till he found what he was looking for.  "Leviticus 6, 'No one is to approach any close relative to have sexual relations.'  Leviticus 17, 'Do not have sexual relations with both a woman and her daughter. Do not have sexual relations with either her son’s daughter or her daughter’s daughter; they are her close relatives. That is wickedness. "<br/><br/>Uncle Lan slapped the book shut and said, "Now, can you tell me the scrolls of the druidic conclave by heart yet?"<br/><br/>"No," A sixteen year old Tehr hung his head, "I have not yet memorized them Uncle, I am sorry."<br/><br/>Uncle Lan made a disgusted sound but then went and found a scroll from his table and set it before Tehr, "Read!" he commanded.<br/><br/>Tehr let his eyes gaze over the unfamiliar and cramped writing, and read aloud, "Lig aon fhear plandaí a síol sa talamh thorthúil na ndaoine a bhfuil a fola atá gar dó. Ba chóir a ghlacadh síol fréimhe, agus faoi bhláth saol i measc dhá a bhfuil fuil, ansin beidh an eochrais bheith olc agus dubh. Fiú má gnáth i gcuma, beidh an páiste a iompar dorchadas ina chroí. Beidh siad a bheith ina ollphéist agus ba chóir a nglantar. Lig aon fhear a leagan le fuil, a rabhadh ar an mbaol, agus aon fhear a fháil di le sceith ar a dtabharfar olc. Chun ansin beidh a chaingean amháin a bheith a bhaint as an olc, agus glan a chuid fola an dorchadais, a ligean nach bhfuil sé seo ach amháin ag an forghéillfidh ar a shaol féin."<br/><br/>Uncle Lan corrected Tehr's pronunciation as he spoke the ancient language, and then said, "Good, now translate."<br/><br/>Tehr bent back to the scroll and read aloud the common tongue slowly as he forced his mind to translate the best he could.  "Let no man plant his seed in fertile ground of those whose blood is close to him.  Should seed take root, and life bloom among two who are blood, then the spawn shall be evil and black.  Even if normal in appearance, the child will carry a darkness in their heart.  They will be an monster and should be purged.  Let any man who lay with blood, be warned of the danger, and any man who get her with spawn be known as evil.  For then his only action will be to remove the evil, and clean his blood of that darkness, let him not do this only at the forfeit of his own life."  He looked up at Uncle Lan to see if he had understood correctly.<br/><br/>Uncle Lan was looking out a window however and simply said, "Now, explain what it means."<br/><br/>Young Tehr puzzled for a moment as he thought about what he'd just said.  He knew there was a point to this and had to be very careful about what it might mean.  He spoke slowly, "That both the old ways and the church of the new god say it is wrong to lay with someone you are related too?"  He knew this was related to how Uncle Lan had caught he and Christina, and thought that he was trying to teach him the error of lusting after his sister.<br/><br/>Uncle Lan sighed and shook his head.  Then walking to the shelf spent some time finding another scroll and setting it before Tehr, "Read, and translate, starting from here."<br/><br/>Tehr looked down at the old druidic scroll and slowly translated as he read, "... so then if the fey will it a man may lay with a beast, and thusly trick the man into producing a beast man.  Man however should not desire this, for the beast is lowly and while some be noble, they are a separate world from man.  Man is to lay with woman.  It would be better to have a man lay with his daughter than a beast, or a mother with her son than should she dally with an animal.  For there is no shame, no wrongness, in two men taking the pleasures of the flesh with each other, be they blood or of the same flesh so long as no child is brought forth.  A mother may teach a son how to naturally experience the world, but his seed should spill to the floor, as it would be a wrongness for her to bear her own son's child.  A father may hold a..."<br/><br/>Uncle Lan slapped his hand down on the table and said, "Now explain. Tell me what the druidic scrolls of the old ways and the church of the one god's bible have in common."<br/><br/>Tehr thought for a moment before answering, "Both ways say that it is wrong to bear a child with a relative.  But the bible says it is a wickedness to even lay with blood, where the old ways teach us that it is acceptable as long as no child is issued?"<br/><br/>Uncle Lan nodded his head, "Why might that be?  Why the difference?"<br/><br/>Tehr thought much about what the church had said, and the things his Uncle had been teaching him.  Finally he answered, "Because it is another form of control?  The church only allows men to be their priests, and even then they must be celibate.  They may not touch a woman, look at a woman, or even spill their seed on their own.  They consider it dirty and baseless.  So, they remove as much potential for anyone else to receive the physical natural pleasures."<br/><br/>Uncle Lan nodded and smiled, "Why?"<br/><br/>"Because..."  Tehr thought for a moment, "Because if a man must lay with another woman, another member of the church to satisfy his natural physical urges, then more children are born into the church."<br/><br/>Uncle Lan pat Tehr on the shoulder, "Yes, and in fact they say it a sin for a man to spill his seed upon the ground."<br/><br/>Tehr boggled at that, "What?  Always?  The one god commands that every drop must find fertile earth?  That's impossible, were it true the world would be overrun by devotees of the one god!"<br/><br/>Uncle Lan nodded, "Exactly, and now you see why the regency fights so hard to maintain ties to the old ways.  Lest we be overrun in a tide of unnatural laws designed only to control worshipers.  But, you must realize now why I tell you this?"<br/><br/>Tehr was a bright boy and knew, "Because, even though we follow the old ways, were Christina and I caught, we might be branded heritics.  That may not mean much now, but in the future it could be damning for our house."<br/><br/>"That's a good lad,"  Uncle Lan said as he lay a hand on Tehrs shoulder.<br/><br/>The scene shifted again.<br/><br/>Tehr was in the bath, surrounded by naked halfling women.  Matron d'Ravos sat upon his lap, her arms about his neck.  Her soft and sagging skin still held some delight as she pressed it against him and stole kisses from his mouth.  He felt hands upon him, and looked up to see Emily next to him, her nude body, dripping wet, as she waited her turn.  Behind her, Eeva, behind Eeva, Charlotte... Their mother turned Tehr back towards her and said, "Naughty boy, they can wait their turn.  Now let me see this monster for myself."<br/><br/>She reached down into the tub and grasped his hardening cock and began stroking it.  Tehr leaned his head back and groaned in pleasure.<br/><br/>But when he opened his eyes it was Sarah Applemane again, jerking his dick slowly, staring at it hungrily, wanting, needing.<br/><br/><br/>- - -<br/><br/><br/>Then a sound woke him, and he opened his eyes again, this time for real.  His fist was wrapped around his morning wood and sunlight streamed in through the windows.  It was day break, only just, and he heard a cock crowing outside.  He slid from the bed and stretched... he had spells to prepare and a day to get ready for.  He intended on winning this duel.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">ill add his spells in this spot later, im very tired now and going to bed.  But i figure you can have someone show up to take him to the bath or breakfast or something later.  Hope you didn't mind the long rambling post.<br/><br/>Tehr will memorize the following spells for the day.  But with his ability to swap out primal spells, I will include spells that he may channel during the combat if they might give him an advantage:<br/><br/>0 level cantrips<br/>Daze<br/>Light<br/>Ray of Frost<br/>Read Magic<br/><br/><br/>1st level spells<br/>Comprehend Languages<br/>Mage armor<br/>Magic Missile<br/>Sleep<br/>Summon Monster I<br/><br/><br/>2nd level spells<br/>Detect thoughts<br/>Locate Object<br/>Invisibility<br/>(touch of lust as a channeled spell)<br/><br/><br/>3rd level spells<br/>Suggestion x2<br/>(Zone of focused primal as a channeled spell)<br/></div></div>