Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity)
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				Title: <strong>Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 19:45:27</strong>
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				It was finally all ready.<br><br>Weeks of hard work in research and preparation, not to mention the effort gone into finding a Font strong enough to fuel the spell were about to come to fruition. The cave was lit by several torches around the outer walls, and shafts of light fell down from the roof, reflected by crystals further up. A massive series of markings and glyphs, all carefully drawn out in several colours and materials went around the room.&nbsp; What looked like a rusted, rotting bucket sat in its own large circle off to the side. Evelyn was finally ready.<br><br>She was a young girl, hardly out of her teen years, having escaped being married off to some blacksmith or town guard years ago. She wanted something more; she wanted power. As she had begun to develop, she sought out witches and mages to teach her what they could. Most, she left alive. The men had always been the easiest to persuade. After all, who could turn down a nubile, raven haired, busty beauty? Even when she was here, she still wore close fitting silks that showed off her figure. It reminded her that she had control over people, and that she could easily get what she wanted. And she was about to get what she wanted.<br><br>Magic alone would not get her a kingdom. She needed an army. And since she did not want to turn to hiring mercenaries or turn to orcs, goblins or the like, she planned to summon a powerful...something. Thats where a small element of chance kicked in. She didn't know exactly what she wanted, but she knew if she netted something powerful it could be made to aid her. Flipping her long hair over a shoulder, she stepped into the proper circle in the pattern and began to draw power from the Font. <br><br>Fonts were magical artifacts that could draw more power than a single person was normally able to. Most were unsure as to how they were created, but most agreed that there seemed to be a Font found after large expenditures of magic that did not use a font. Swords left over from the days of battle mages, stone chips from building great monuments and towers. And the bucket, from who knows when. The lines from its circle light dimly, the light racing to where Evelyn stood and then out into the rest of the pattern, slowly lighting up the rest, adding more and more light to the dim cave. Slowly, cautiously, Evelyn pulled more and more from the Font, feeding it into the spell and letting it gain enough power to grab what she wanted. <br><br>Eventually the lines began to glow so strong that they created knee high beams of light that flickered like the lights above the northern skies.&nbsp; The components of the spell kicked in, and one by one began to apply pressure to the world in the center, pushing and hoping to make a crack to pull something through.&nbsp; Light warped in the space where the crack appeared to be in the world, a knot of air that twisted and turned and fought against what was being done to it. Too much, and it would become permanent. Too little, and the entire crack would backlash and destroy her. A sheen of sweat covered Evelyn as she channeled, watching carefully as she worked. After minutes, but what seemed like hours, the crack finally popped a tiny bit allowing Evelyn to see into the Void beyond. It was then she drew all the Font could give and rammed it into the crack, forcing it open to allow her spell through. <br><br>That was when the bucket displayed its quirk. It had been tossed from many mage's towers after it decided to work on its own. It would suck power from a spell, or add more than was needed. At this time, it caused a surge of power to flow into Evelyn, through her into the spell. The shock caused her to grit her teeth as she withstood the torrent of energy coming from the Font. The walls of light grew to waist high and the crack widened further.&nbsp; Fighting to control the spell, Evelyn could only guide her spell as it raced into the Void, hoping to snag something. And then it did.<br><br>The crack grew and swirled, becoming a large sphere of impossible black. The Font stopped its surge, letting Evelyn continue the spell as best she could. A figure began to take form within the murk as the crack closed, letting the world repair itself. Her chest heaved as the silk stuck to her skin. She glared at the bucket, but determined to find out what caused that before focusing her attention on the rapidly forming figure. "Well now, what do we have here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 22:30:58</strong>
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				The invasion started a year ago when air superiority meant little. Orbital strikes was the thing to be feared and up in the stratosphere some of the first space marines from their fair nation were looking to take that edge away from the enemy. Samantha wasn't one of them. Instead she landed at the drop off point on the ground with her squad to tip the scales in the operation to reclaim one of their supply depots in London. She wanted desperately to be up in space, where her skill could have been really put to test. Instead she was gesturing orders to her not as elite operatives. <br><br>General Dodson had a company running interference at the front of the building. Sam and her crew were to flank from behind and move their way inside and take out the enemy CO and get the door open. Getting there and inside was easy. The armor they wore might have been stripped down to be form-fitting, but it still had all the stopping power of the bulkier stuff the front line soldiers were using. Most importantly though it helped with the moving silently and quickly part of their job description. For the all female squad, it was a fetching sight for those that did manage to see them, when they allowed it. Nothing wrong with giving the enemy a little eye candy before blasting them to hell. <br><br>A well placed sniper shot and an immediate follow up by the rest of the squad, they were inside. Sam split the squad in half, into groups of three. Everything was going by the book as Sam's group went in search of the commanding officer while the other group went for the door controls. Rounding a corner with her assault rifle in hand, Sam found herself diving forward for cover behind a trash can. They had discovered a patrol and blew their cover. The alarm sounded instantly. She heft her rifle over the trash can and returned suppressing fire as one of her girls tossed a grenade down the hall. The explosion went off and her girls rounded the corner and moved down the hall, taking position just inside a doorway. <br><br>Sam emptied the rest of her clip in suppressing fire before she heard the others take up where she left off. She cursed. They should have been aware of the patrol. They must've been wearing something to deceive the heat detection on her visor. Changing mags she popped up out of cover. When her girls were done she aimed her cross hairs where the enemy soldier was going to be. Sam swore she saw them peeking their head out before an immense, sickening shiver ran through her body and she was faced with a cavern wall instead of a long, disarrayed hallway. She had pulled the trigger in anticipation for the kill and the burst of three bullets struck the wall, one ricocheting and causing her to cringe. <br><br>"What the hell?!" Sam cursed. Looking around frantically, the senors in her helmet revealed that she was in some sort of cavern, but her GPS systems were reading a "datafeed lost" message. All she got from the link-up between her squad mates was white noise. Unless her hardware decided to malfunction spontaneously, this never happened to their equipment. Ever.&nbsp; Pulling off her helmet she used her own eyes, letting the tresses of deep crimson hair&nbsp; fall past her shoulder. She turned at the sound of a feminine voice from behind her. <br><br>Seeing the young raven-hair girl before her, Sam immediately estimate that she was between 18-20, putting her at most five years her junior. Though it was hard to tell with a body like that, draped in...was that <em>real</em> silk? Samantha's assessing gaze quickly turned to a glare. She leveled her rifle right at the young woman and she demanded, "Who the fuck are you?! Where am I?!" What have you...ah!" Her words were cut short and Sam dropped her rifle. Her neck glowed with runes that match the ones on the wall, ones that she took notice of for the first time. It felt like she was chocking, like someone was tying a piece of rope around her neck and pulling it as tight as they could. What on earth was happening to her? Any choice words she might have had were lost in a fit of coughing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 00:18:47</strong>
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				It took a large amount of effort to not show her surprise at the woman standing before her. Evelyn hadn't expected...whatever she was. A soldier perhaps? Angry enough to be one it seemed. Evelyn's mouth twitched into a small, bemused smile, not wanting to give away any feelings. She raised her right hand haughtily and the weapon, or whatever it may be, floated off the ground and beyond the reach of the woman she had summoned. Her left hand raised as well, coming beside her face to show the back of her hand where the same mark was inscribing itself on her with none of the pain. Her language was similar to that of an old, nearly dead dialect of common. Luckily Evelyn knew it, coming across it in many tomes and forced to learn it.<br><br>A quick tightening of her fist slowed the others movements, chains of air binding themselves to her arms and legs. "Not so fast." As she spoke the other's language, or as close as she could come, her accent was thick<sup>1</sup>. "Surely you are confused, but know this. I am in control now. Fighting will only bring you more pain." The air pulled back on her arms, twisting them in their sockets to where it would hurt. "I have brought you here to help me raise an army. Since you are only one, you will teach me your secrets. If they are worthy, you are allowed to live. If not...you will be less fortunate." The same smile returned to her face as the chains slackened, letting her relax.<br><br>"What is your name, girl?"<br><br>-----------<br>1. Think a mix of Russian and French for her accent
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				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 01:54:34</strong>
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				Doubled over from the coughing, Samantha only noticed her weapon retreating from her arm's length out of the corner of her eye. She let out a grunt of pain as her arms were pull and twisted by...something? It felt like compressed air swirling around her limbs. The soldier wasn't sure what the woman before her was doing or how, but whatever it was it wasn't something Sam had ever encounter before. The closest thing she might have been able to relate it to would be telekinetic powers, but even with all the technological advances they've made that was still just fantasy and science fiction to her. <br><br>Even as the chains slackened, the soldier stared up defiantly at her captor. The gall of this girl to think she could just demand things of her, a spec-ops commander. Sam swallowed the spit that she might other wise spat at the girl. She was out of her element and didn't know how the woman was doing the things that she was doing. Sam hadn't even come to a reasonable explanation for how the young woman brought her here, to a place where her systems don't work. She decided to play along for now. <br><br>"Samantha Rathbourn," Sam said, through gritted teeth and with an a corrosive tone. "Why should I help you with anything? You're getting far too ahead of yourself, girly, I ain't telling you shit. Not until you give me a proper explanation. If you think I'm afraid of death, you are sadly mistaken. I'd rather die than give up any secrets to you. Now who do I have the displeasure of addressing and what the fuck do you need an army for?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 02:06:51</strong>
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				Evelyn smirked. '<em>She wants to play hard eh?</em>' She snapped her fingers, letting small blades of air slice at the webbing of her fingers and toes repeatedly. "There are things worse than death. Besides, this is just the pain your physical body experiences. When you die, your soul lives on forever, which would give me a lot of time to cause you even more pain and keep you in bondage. I suggest you play along, if not for your own well being, then for your sanity." She took a moment to observe the woman, taking in her strange garments. What was that helmet she wore? Questions that would be answered.<br><br>Putting a hand to her hip, and a displeased look on her face, she addressed Samantha once more. "I also suggest you do not address my like that again." Her tone said she wasn't 'suggesting'. "And, you will tell me what I want to know, Samantha Rathbourn." She spoke the others name like venom, but in a cool way to remind the other who was in control. She lowered the wards that surrounded the head strong woman, and bound the chains to the floor to let her have a modicum of freedom. "Do you understand now, or do I need to make myself clear again?" A single blade of air slid along the spaces between her fingers again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 03:30:06</strong>
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				She wasn't sure what was being done to her, but Samantha was sure that if she didn't have her gloves and boots on that it would have hurt a lot more. The boots she wore for the mission were ones that fitted very closely to the shape of her feet, even going so far as to outline each of her toes. The tougher children of last century's toe-shoes, these 'boots' helped with sneaking around without the additional clunk of standard issue boots. Of course now all they did was open the webbing up to the raven-haired woman's attacks. Sam did her best to grit her teeth and withstand the pain, not wanting to give the bitch the satisfaction. Sam withstood the first wave before the second made her shriek in pain. It didn't feel like she was bleeding though, thank goodness. <br><br>Despite it all, Samantha still looked up at her captor with a baleful glare. The woman seemed so sure, but Samantha had a sniper's patience. She'd comply for now, and wait for an opportunity to turn the tables. "Crystal," Sam said through gritted teeth and a flinch. <br><br>"That helmet is a Mark Five Recon Suite. It assists me in combat." An answer without really telling much at all. As far as Sam was concerned, if the woman wanted specific answers she was going to have to give specific questions. As for the rest of Sam's garments, it didn't look like it, but the form fitting suit of armor could take quite a beating...the only real chinks were the gloves and stealth boots. They were made out of a black fiber-like material, a nano-weave tighten and refined at the molecular level. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 17:52:45</strong>
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				Evelyn smirked as she watched Samantha cry out in pain. She wasn't immune to pain, but she was tough. Who was she? She must come from a world that had never been imagined, a place nothing like her own. "Mark Five.. Recon Suite.." The words sounded foreign in her mouth, not aided by speaking in Samantha's tongue. But it wasn't the helmet that really interested her. Not taking her gaze off the other, she caused the weapon to float over to her and land softly in her hands. When she released it from the magic, Evelyn nearly dropped it. It was heavier than it appeared. She looked down, turning it and hefting it in her hand. Strange lights and smooth materials. <br><br>Still looking down at the weapon she spoke. "Tell me what this is. And do not lie, I know this is a weapon. You held it like a crossbow, and it even has a trigger like a hand crossbow. What does this fire? Where does the bolt go?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 18:13:25</strong>
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				It was hard for Sam not to suppress a snort of a laugh when the raven-haired woman her rifle. The moment was rather telling though; for all the strange powers the woman was capable of, she was physically not very strong. She kept her eyes open for the signs of when and how she was managing to do the things like, for instance, moving items and binding Sam in invisible chains. <br><br>Her next question immediately told Sam a lot about where, and more importantly when she was--though she was still having a hard time buying that sort of logical conclusion. Unless the girl spent her whole life growing up in this cave, it seemed she legitimately did not know what a gun was. "Yeah, it's special sort of crossbow. The bolts are fed through the bottom in a device called a 'clip', it houses over a hundred 'bolts'. It fires when you pull the trigger. You can't fire it though. It responds only to me." <br><br>The rifle is issued and certified to be fired by Sam alone, and her spec-ops company made sure that their weapons couldn't be used against them in the field by putting in a DNA identification system in the handle and trigger. A best kept secret, one that wasn't close to practical for the enemy to use in the heat of combat if they did know. If the woman tried the trigger despite Sam's words, she'd find that the trigger wouldn't budge. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 22:53:07</strong>
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				Evelyn looked up from the rifle and squinted at Samantha, hearing the mocking tone on 'bolts'. She put her finger on the trigger and tried to pull it, feeling it stuck firmly in place. After giving it a after goes to test its legitimacy, she frowned deeply. "That's impossible. I don't feel anything coming off this, and nothing short of magic could do this." Evelyn turned it in her hand, and eventually discovered the spot where the clip was located. Since there was no easy way she could see to remove it off the bat, she let it go for now. She'd study it later.<br><br>Turning, she left the circle she had been standing in and walked to the wall of the cave, leaving the rifle against the cave wall. She quickly wove a small ward around the rifle where it lay and tied it to the binding glyph, leaving it so she would know if Sam got close in addition to causing Samantha pain. She'd forget to mention that to her though. She turned back and slowly walked back towards the circle, arms folded under her breasts. "Now, bringing you here took a good deal of effort and I must rest. If you decide to co-operate, I will take you to a decently furnished cell.You will have a bed, heat from a fire, a small stand and a journal. If not, I will bind you to the floor you stand on for the night and come back for you. It's your call. Make no mistake, this is no weakness on my part. I am still in command. That does not mean I will not offer the basic amenities." Her gaze was hard, judging the tenacity of Samantha. She was honest as well. If she was to use Samantha as a tool to aid her, there was no sense in killing her through force. She needed her help, not her corpse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 00:03:45</strong>
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				Just as her captor though her technology couldn't have been achieved without the aid of magic, Sam was thinking a similar sentiment, that there was no way she could have been transported here and be subjected to the tortures the woman before her inflicted without the aim of some sort of technology. Sam took some solace and knowing that her weapon systems still worked as they were suppose to; having her own gun having over her own head would have been the greatest insult of all. Her eyes linger on the spot where the woman placed her rifle. Sam found it hard to believe that the woman would just leave a weapon that only Sam could use in such a spot without some precautions, it had to be booby-trapped somehow...Sam just couldn't think of how. <br><br>"How gracious of you," Sam said, words dripping with sarcasm at the promise of basic amenities. "Thank you so much, <em>ma'am</em>. Lead me to my humble abode." She'd follow her captor to her cell and once she had a moment alone, Sam would reach for the journal that had been left for her. If she still had her helmet she might have recorded a log there, but she didn't want to use up too much of its energy, even if she did have it. Sam would play with the quill and the bottle of ink that was left with the journal, having never used such archaic form of writing.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 00:29:15</strong>
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				Maintaining the disdainful squint at the clear disrespect in Samantha's voice, Evelyn shut down the entire spell. The Font wobbled violently for a moment and tipped over. At first Evelyn was startled, before shaking her head and cursing in her tongue. "<em>That Font is more trouble than its worth.</em>" She looked back at Samantha and motioned for her to come along, grabbing a torch from a bracket at the passageway out.<br><br>The outside cave was old. The floor was worn in from who-knows-how-many years of people walking through to use the secluded chamber they just left. Over the years various marks had been left on the cave structure. Rooms carved out from the walls, where Evelyn and now Samantha would reside, furnished with stone beds, wash basins and tables. There were various scratching on the walls, some visible on their way from the chamber, drawn by the denizens that used it before. One large segment of wall looked as if it was soaked in fresh blood from floor to ceiling: the next instant, in the blink of an eye, dry. It constantly flicked back and forth, remnants of other, long forgotten and dark rituals.<br><br>A small cut in the wall was the turn into the 'quarters' of the cave. A wooden door had been installed, painstakingly dragged in by Evelyn and fastened in place. Rugs and furs adorned the floor, warm from a small fire in a hearth to the side. When they were both inside, and keeping a close eye on Samantha, Evelyn threw a deadbolt across the door and slid a lock into place. She had prepared herself for this day. Motioning with a hand she pointed to a small hall at the back of the main room that led off to the side. She waited for Samantha to go first before following. <br><br>Hers was the only room in this back hallway, and it was the most recent and rough done. Tool marks and rough edges adorn the hall and door, made of solid stone. It was a jail cell, or the closest to it. Inside the floor had furs, albeit less than the main room, as well as a bed with a straw mattress covered in more furs. A small, wooden stand with a drawer was close by the bed. At the foot was a pile of wood and a bucket of water. The hearth, across the room from the bed, was small and cold. "You are to remain here until I let you out. I will bring you something to eat soon." Her accent slurred and stuttered as she tried her best to speak in the strange tongue. Why would she use such an old dialect? Backing out of the room, she shut the door and lowered a large iron bar into place over the door, putting into a notch on the opposite half of the door frame. Once back in the main hall, she pulled out a small, red journal and laid it open on the table, waiting to see if her captive divulged any secrets in its twin in the other room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 05:29:32</strong>
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				Sam wasn't using her own secure form of making logs, so she decided not to write anything down that could be seen later, if that woman decided to whisk away the journal from her at some point in the future. She hadn't said a word further to her captive since entering the cell. The make of the cell was rather primitive, at least by Sam's standards. It definitely wasn't the maximum security cells they held POWs in. The cell by all accounts could have been worse. It could be far less furnished for one. Nevertheless, once Samantha had gotten used to using the quill by writing utter nonsense on the first couple pages of the journal she moved on to rant about her day. She spared the page none of her feelings. <br><br>Evelyn with her book would get quite the opinion of herself from Sam, the words 'bitch' and 'cunt' being among the titles she had bestowed upon her captive. If there is one useful piece of information that Evelyn would be able to gleam from Sam's ranting, it would be that magic did not exist in her reality outside of fairy tails and fiction. Samantha reflected on the chains of wind that Evelyn used to restrain her and the blades of air that she used for the minor bit of torture. Coupled the unexplained way that Evelyn did those things with the strand glyph and the collar of runes around her neck, Sam couldn't help but think she had been shot and this was some sort of twisted fantasy shock dream. <br><br>Samantha wrote by the warmth of the fire, finding a measure of comfort on the straw bed; she's honestly slept on worse surfaces. She spent some time looking for some sort of device in the room that might have allowed the raven-haired bitch to observe her but she didn't find anything. It was regrettable that her rifle was taken away...but the woman had over looked a few things on the soldier's person. The suit had a sidearm holster built into it, as well as a pouch for a couple of grenades. Sam was already planning her escape, but she'd have to do it with a sniper's patience. Had to wait and look for the perfect shot; nothing less would work. <br><br>Around the time when the raven-hair woman came by to deliver Sam's meal, the soldier was meditating in her usual fashion: alternating between push-ups and all manners of workouts to work her abs. She kept her armor on, mostly because it behaved like a second skin anyway, and she simply didn't feel comfortable shedding it. When Evelyn arrived, Sam would be in the middle of a set of push-ups. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 12:41:20</strong>
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				Evelyn set about cooking dinner, which was a vegetable and rice soup. Easy enough to prepare and keep underground. From time to time she would wander over and check the journal, doing her best to pick through it and see what she could. Samantha's opinions of her were to be expected. It was interesting to know that she was not very aware of magic, and it served to confirm her suspicions that Samantha was from a world unlike anything she could picture. Evelyn couldn't even imagine a world without magic, so she didn't spend the effort on the thought. When the soup was done, Evelyn ladled it out into wooden bowls, served each a slice of bread and got a cup of water to give to Samantha before going to the cell.<br><br>Her arrival was announced by the heavy door bar being lifted and the stone door being swung inwards. The sounds she heard coming from the cell turned out to be Samantha doing push ups. What an odd thing for a woman to do. With hardly a word she set down the meal and closed the door, keeping a close eye on her captive the entire time. "If you need water, call."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 21:57:51</strong>
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				Samantha didn't look up from her workout as her captor entered and set her food down. Five more push-ups and she pushed herself off the ground and brought her legs under her to make herself stand up. She gave Evelyn a baleful glare, watching the woman go back toward the door. Part of her considered drawing her pistol and shooting the raven-haired bitch in the back, but Sam locked down the urge. That paranoid part of her brain told her that there was no way that she'd just enter the cell without a means to fend her off. Patience, she reminded herself. <br><br>Sam was inspecting the bread that had been left with her soup when Evelyn made it to the door. "Tell me," she said, in voice that carried an authority that the person was used to having. It demanded a good answer. "What do you need an army for? In the name of what are you fighting?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 05:10:55</strong>
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				She let the tone slide, not feeling the need to remind her who was in control. On a whim she retracted it a little, making the glyph on her neck feel warm. She smiled and gave a sniff. "Myself, of course. I'm not going to end up as some, wife left to tend to a house and kids while my 'owner' works away and gets to live a little. And I don't intend to run and hide forever. That's why I need an army, or something that can bring me into power. That is why you are here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 05:55:05</strong>
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				Sam tensed, but did not outright flinch when she felt the runes around her neck begin to warm up. No doubt that bitch was doing something to cause it! The soldier couldn't believe what she heard though. "That's it? Yourself? You don't want to be married off to some slack-jaw so your solution is to raise an army and seize a modicum of power? No higher calling, but blatant self-interest?" She had been taken from her soldiers and nation to assist a madwoman with a power fantasy. <br><br>"You're truly mad if you think I'm going to help you fulfill that dream." Any appetite Samantha might have had got consumed by the confrontation they were having now. "I was fighting for a country and a cause I believed in before you whisked me here. And now you expect me to fight for such a selfish reason?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 06:07:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Evelyn chuckled and folded her arms under her breasts and leaned against the door frame. She kept a hold on what could become a number of defensive spells in case she tried anything. "You don't get it do you? Every country, every person, is out for their own power whether its overtly or covertly. Even if you're country was going to save people, it was to remove something that could stand up to them, to remove a threat to their power. That way, they have control: they have power. Power is what we all want. Anything else is just delusional." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 06:24:21</strong>
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				Sam couldn't argue against that take on power acquisition. It was a belief she also had, but on the battlefield she fought for things that were closer to her heart than a politician's bottom line. "You're new at this inspiring people thing, aren't you? Even if people fight for the delusions that politicians give them in their pursuit of power, they fight for a cause they <em>believe </em> in. Armaments don't win wars. People do. If they believe in something hard enough, they'll do anything for it. I don't believe in you. You're a not something I'm going to buy into. I don't expect anyone else to. Rethink your marketing strategy. You can torture me all you like, I'm not going to help you for such selfish reasoning." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 06:43:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Not having anything to say really, Evelyn backed out the door and closed it, pushing the heavy bar down into place and going back to the main room to eat her own dinner. '<em>She'll come around. If not, she's disposable.</em>' She mulled over her thoughts as she slowly at her dinner. She must know about weapons, like the one she brought. '<em>I need to see how it works, what it does.</em>' Once she was finished eating she washed up and went to her room, which was not much more furnished than the rest of the area of the cave, and changed out of her robe into something easier to wear, lighter. She poured water into a basin and washed her face and brushed her hair. Even if she was underground far away from anyone who would see her, she still maintained a routine of vanity. <br><br>The idea of her being from a world where magic was none existent still boggled her mind. How would their world survive? Surely, magic didn't do everything that people here needed, but if a demon was loose how would you deal with it without magic? Swords didn't work, bows didn't work. Maybe her crossbow was holy in some way. And she said she was a soldier. That one was even stranger. <em>She</em> is a <em>soldier</em>. The two works knocked and bounced off each other like compass needles. How could she be a soldier?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 07:08:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam watched the raven-haired she-devil leave finally and sat down and examined the meal she was given for a bit longer. She determined that if the bitch wouldn't poison her; if she needed her help, killing her wasn't going to extract much in the way than a body that needed to be buried. The water was drinkable and the soup wasn't half bad. It didn't stop Samantha from craving something of more substance. Like steak. Or chicken. Or some sort of meat. She ate her meal quickly and efficiently, leaving behind not a drop of soup or a crumb of bread. She chased it all down with the last gulp of water from her cup. <br><br>She cast her eyes about the room again and tried to look for anything that might have allowed the woman to see into her cell. Still nothing that she could see. Plopping herself on the bed again, Sam pulled off her boots and and her gloves to asset the damage that had been done to them. The webbing between her appendages weren't hurting anymore and it didn't look like any cuts were made. Part of her wondered if it had all just been in her mind. She got into the bed then and shed her nano-weave armor, the top first. She folded it and placed it just beside the bed. Under the armor top she wore a simple bra, black and strapless, that supported her amble breasts. The redhead pulled the blanket over her legs and fished out her pistol from its holster and her grenades from their pouch. She hid them under her pillow for the time being. She shed her leg armor then and folded up the nano-weave pants and place them with the top. <br><br>Time to attempt some sleep then. She had plenty to rant about then after hearing the Evelyn's reason for wanting an army and why she wanted power. But for now she needed sleep. The journal would be there in morning. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 07:20:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Evelyn slept soundly, no worries to be had beyond what she was going to do with her captive. Morning came soon enough however, and Evelyn arose to begin the days work. The hall was warm enough to let her stay in her light robe as she got some fruit, bread and water for her and her captive's breakfast. It wasn't a whole lot, but she couldn't afford to eat lavishly. Not yet. <br><br>The bar was harder to lift in the morning, having sat all night and worked itself slowly into the groove. It was surprising to see when she looked in the window that Samantha had taken off her shirt. Evelyn pushed open the door, hoping she could get the shirt if the opportunity presented itself, but if not it could wait to another time. The thought occurred to her that a woman that looked like that must have taken offense at her own scoffing of being married off. Surely she had someone. Not that Evelyn cared beyond that fact she needed to know what made her tick.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 07:34:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha always woke up at the crack of dawn. It was both a blessing and a curse depending upon the situation; she has never been able to properly sleep in since the routine had been pounded into her during basic training, but it meant that she was up and awake by the time Evelyn came to check up on her. Sam was sitting at the table in nothing but her small clothes. If Evelyn didn't believe Sam was a soldier, she would get a good look of the physique she had. Sam wasn't overly muscular, but she had a tone and supple body that looked like it could dish out abuse as readily take it. Her athletic body didn't take away much from her femininity; she was a strong, fit woman that looked good as strong and fit. <br><br>She stood up when Evelyn entered the cell. Part of her refused to sit down and be talked to by this bitch. Standing up, Evelyn would be made aware that Samantha was no ordinary woman. Her panties had a clear bulge to them, concealing her package. She wouldn't give Evelyn a morning greeting outside of a grunt of displeasure. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 07:43:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When she came in, she first looked right at Samantha to see if her gaze would waiver. Just as she expected, no such response from the 'soldier'. She simply handed her her meal and was about to go on her way when she also noticed that she wasn't wearing any other clothes. It was normal for a moment and then she noticed the bulge. It was hard to contain her surprise, but it managed to get contained to a raising of her brows. She realized that she was looking down at her crotch and gave a quick cough and turned quickly, blushing and leaving the cell, closing it and standing there for a moment. What had she just seen? There was no way..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 07:57:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha received the tray from her captor without so much as a blink. She couldn't help but notice the long moment that linger between them as she caught Evelyn's eyes staring at a particular spot on her person. The soldier took note of the blush that blossomed on the woman's cheeks as she left the cell. She couldn't suppress her smirk. A woman that dressed herself in such a way as to accent her body's assets surely couldn't have been a virgin. It would have been suggestible by the bulge her panties covered that Sam was well endowed...and she was. She wasn't married, no, but Sam had a woman in every port she's been to back on earth. Sam took a measure of pride and laughter at the fact that she made that bitch blush. It wasn't much, but she was willing to take it. <br><br>She broke her fast with a smile on her lips. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 08:05:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It took her a moment to compose herself again before she went back to the main hall and ate her own breakfast. It must have been a trick of the mind. She tried to put it out of her mind, but all the odd things about her captive kept bugging her. Woman soldiers? No magic? Whatever was wrong with her.. What kind of world did she come from? It continued to boggle her mind for a while until she realized she was staring at a half eaten apple. Why was this bothering her so much right now? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 08:39:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After breakfast Sam went through another self-impose regiment of workouts. She didn't have any weights on hand, so she had to settle for what she could immediately do: abs and arms. After so many years of a regular routine of this Sam would have felt even more out of sorts if she didn't do it. She was in an unknown location where her GPS didn't work. Either this woman, despite the archaic styling of the place, was using some sort of tech to suppress the signal, or she really was on a world where magic existed. She had since given up how to logical justify the minor bit of torture the woman had put her through. <br><br>She had managed to work up a sweat with her workout. Sam took a moment to rest before kipping up onto her feet. She didn't move to put on her armor just yet. She wanted to wash up. Last night she had used the bucket of water to put out the fire in the hearth, so she needed some more. <br><br>"Hey!" She called out as loud as she could. "I need a bucket of water and a wash cloth!" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 08:52:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sudden shouting brought her out of her thoughts. It took her a moment to realize what Samantha had said before she got up to get a bucket. She filled it up enough for her to wash and put in a small piece of cloth. It did make sense she would want to wash, after all she had been exercising. An odd thing to do, but she did claim to be a soldier..Evelyn shook the thought from her mind. No need to dwell on it more. Instead she just carried the bucket to the cell and opened it, putting it just inside the door and keeping her gaze down. No need to make herself even more confused with what exactly Samantha was. '<em>What is she?</em>' A second later, half bent over putting the bucket on the ground, she realized she'd said it aloud.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 09:02:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cool down stretches were what Samantha was working on when her bucket of water arrived. She smirked and saw that the normally confident woman that had been trying to boss her around was so keen on setting down on what she been called for and then attempt to promptly leave. Sam might have been merciful enough to allow just that to happen if it weren't for the question Evelyn asked herself aloud. The soldier pounced upon the opportunity. <br><br>"Surely you have women here that are like me...or do you need a presentation?" The blossoming of blush that had appeared on her captor's cheeks earlier that morning, Sam kept it in mind and was going to see just how much of it she could make bloom on the young woman's face. She strode forward with confident strides and stopped just within arm's length of Evelyn, assuming she allowed her to get that far. "Many women where I come from are like this. Call it a genetic mutation that just sort of took off a while ago. We hardly have any standard males to speak of~" <br><br>One of her hands came to rest on lip of her panties and slowly but surely began to edge them down to tease at exposing her cock. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 09:10:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Evelyn swallowed and promptly stood up, turning her back to Samantha. This was insanity! She couldn't actually mean..but that was impossible. What did she mean by a 'genetic mutation'? So many thoughts rushed through her head it paralyzed her even though she just wanted to leave and get back to her work. She had heard of women doing things with each other in more exotic places, but never anything like what this all suggested. Evelyn could all but feel Samantha's breath on the back of her neck. "No, I don't know what you are talking about."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 09:23:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha reached for the door and attempted to close it, wanting to snare her captor in her room. Oh this was rich. Her previous assessment of the woman's character was beginning to be wrong: perhaps she was a virgin after all. Sam placed her hands on the younger woman's shoulder and blew a puff of air onto her neck. She whispered, "Guess I shall take that as a no then...seems like you haven't the pleasure of someone like me then~" <br><br>Her cock stirred and stiffen within her panties, the tip beginning to emerge from beyond the lip of her panties. Sam bucked her hips and dry-humped her captor. Her hands would try to push her against the door. Samantha couldn't deny that this was turning her own, but her intent wasn't to pull anything just yet...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 09:31:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She let out a small murmur as she felt the tip of Samantha's cock push against her. She wasn't imagining it. Samantha wasn't wrong: she hadn't been with a man, and this definitely wasn't the way she planned it. '<em>I'm thinking about...sex, with her?</em>' Evelyn could feel herself getting warm and barely struggling against being pushed against the door. "What are you..going to do to me.." Her voice waiver slightly, not sure what to expect.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 11:28:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For all the high talk of being in control over her, Evelyn certainly wasn't doing a whole lot to prevent herself from being potentially being taken advantage of. In a society where it was mostly women with a good chuck of the population having male parts, rape had become even more of a serious offense. Sam wasn't planning on taking the woman against her will, but that wasn't going to stop her from going to see how much she could make the obvious virgin sweat. <br><br>She smirked at the question. "I'm a soldier," Sam reminded her. "What do you think we do to unruly women who we get in our grasp?" She gave another thrust up against Evelyn's rear to emphasize her point. Samantha began to press against the woman with the weight and force of her strength behind her, using her body to press Evelyn against the door. She wanted her hands free to roam. They traveled from Evelyn's shoulders and down along her back, coming to rest upon her rear. "With a body like this, surely you're familiar with the concept~" <br><br>Samantha grabbed at her ass with both hands, practically pawing at the raven-haired woman's rear. She got a hold of the cloth and attempted to pull it apart in one large tear. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 09:30:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Evelyn trembled in fear of being raped by the woman now thrusting her into the door. Her breasts mashed against the door as she looked back to try and see what Samantha was doing. The feel over her hands on her body sent ripples through her body. What was going on? Suddenly she felt her hands on her behind and she gasped again, pushing more into the door to get away, but it was no use. She cried out in her own tongue as she began to tear at the fabric "No! Please don't!" The light fabric tore easily, revealing her bare behind. She normally had no need for under clothes, but she prayed for a pair now. She wasn't filled out, but her thin body still had a toned rear that could have belonged on Samantha. Blushing deeply, Evelyn turned her head in shame of being seen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 11:35:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha thought she was perhaps enjoying tormenting Evelyn than she should have, but after the abuse she suffered it was hard not to indulge. "No panties? Oh my, you are a nasty girl aren't you?" Sam gave one of Evelyn's ass cheeks a firm smack. For a thin woman she certainly had a nice ass. "Maybe you wanted something like this to happen~" Sam's cock was at full mast now and the soldier was now taking delight in rubbing the long, thick shaft against Evelyn's rear, allowing the younger woman to feel just what could potentially enter her. Sam took a moment to line herself up and began to hump Evelyn between the ass cheeks. As she did so though, Sam reached around with a hand and had her finger go to touch Evelyn's sex. If she was wet, it would only give Sam cause for greater teasing. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 11:45:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"N-no!" She squeaked in reply to the woman asking if this is what she wanted. She squirmed as she felt the woman's cock - an idea that still perplexed her - rub against her and slide between her ass cheeks. As she reached around to touch her groin, she would find she was wet. As a reaction she moved her hips back, inadvertently pushing her ass further into Samantha's hips. It scared her even more to feel Samantha's cock against her like that, but her body decided it was time to get more horny. A small moan escaped her lips as Samantha's hand explored her body before she gasped and shut her mouth and eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 19:25:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam's eyes grew wide-eye in surprise when she felt her hand come away from Evelyn's sex sticky with her juices. The bucking of her captor's hips against her cock, made the shaft throb and wouldn't help with Sam's teasing. "Your pretty mouth is contradicting your body. I think one's being more 'vocal' about what it wants than the other~" She gave Evelyn's ass another hard smack, this one with enough behind it to leave an imprint of the soldier's hand. Slowly--she wanted to make sure Evelyn was aware of this--Sam slid her cock from between those firm ass cheeks and lined herself up with the woman's wet sex. <br><br>She would prod the outer lips with small thrust, nothing that would actually penetrate, just something to torment her captor then. "Here I go~" Sam cooed, wanting the words to make Evelyn tense up and prepare herself for the forced entry. It would never come, of course. Sam got a hold of her cock and her thrust went up, her shaft running along the entrance to Evelyn's sex, the tip poking her ass once more before the soldier drew away. Her cock pulse in protest, but Sam thought she had put her captor in her place well enough. <br><br>The soldier went over to her armor and began to don it. Keeping an eye on Evelyn the whole time. Part of her hoped that the shock would keep her still long enough for Sam to leave, but she didn't put much stock in it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 21:59:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She wanted to say that it wasn't so when she accused her of contradicting herself, but all she could manage was a small squeak as she smacked her rear. It stung from the slap and she knew it was turning as bright red as her cheeks. Ever so slowly she felt Samantha's pole slide from behind her to between her legs. In response, she pushed her hips together to try and keep her out but it was no good. She was too weak, and Samantha was too strong even beyond the fact her girth was already there.<br><br>Evelyn quivered while Samantha pulled back from the 'embrace' and it took a moment for her to realize that she had backed off completely. It was no trick. She turned her head slightly to see if it was a trick to find Samantha putting her armour on. The embarrassment of being half naked and used and groped like that was replaced by a quick rising anger. Hardly straightening her torn gown, she turned with balled fists to glare at the source of her stress. She sent a whip-strike of pain to her through the glyph, not caring to place where it struck while at the same time trying to pin her against the wall. Hopefully her concentration could hold.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 22:22:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The top part of Sam's armor fastened itself and adjusted to her body just as what felt like the force of a bullwhip came down upon her back. She nearly bit her tongue and it took a great deal of effort to not let out a scream. An unseen force seem to rush her against the wall despite her resistance. As she was lifted off her feet, Sam's feet react before her mind caught up with her: she sent a powerful kick against the back of the chair, hoping to flung it at Evelyn and disrupt whatever it was she was doing to her. <br><br>If she succeeded and her attempt at throwing Evelyn's power off of her worked, Sam rushed past the bed, taking pistol in stride and moved up to place the end of barrel against the woman's head. That was her plan at least. If she failed, she'd have no recourse but to fight the force that would have then been pinning her to wall. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 22:54:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Not expecting the chair, it caught her off guard and sent her sprawling to the ground. Fortunately for her, she managed to keep her spell going after a sense: Samantha slammed down from the wall to the ground with Evelyn. Doing her best to shake off the pain from the chair she stood, slowly and mechanically, before standing over Samantha. "You have caused me enough!" To punctuate the exaggerated word, she sent a fist of air into her stomach. "Trouble. I should just kill you and try again, but no. I've suffered abuse at your hands, so I <em>will</em> get what I want out of you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 23:07:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam let out a grunt of pain as she hit the wall and then promptly the floor, her donned armor having softened the blow for her. The blow still dazed her a bit, not entirely used to dealing with whatever it was that Evelyn was using against her. Her armor helped lessen the blow of the fist of air directed at her stomach, not as much wind was knocked out of the soldier lungs. That said, it still hurt like motherfucker. Looking up at Evelyn as she spoke, Sam whipped out a leg to hook it around one of the legs of her captive. Sam would try to pull hard and bring Evelyn down. If she was successful, she pounce the woman and try to pin her arms and legs to the ground with her own. <br><br>Either way she would scream, "I should have just taken you. My society isn't here to judge me for violating you and yet I spared you because I don't entertain the notions of being cruel very much. I am seriously rethinking my stance." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 23:13:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her leg managed to catch Evelyn's ankle and she slammed to the ground to be pounced by Samantha. The fall hurt her a lot. She wasn't used to being in pain, or fighting for that matter. She was winded and spend from using all that magic with so little preparation, and her chest heaved beneath Samantha. With her eyes closed against the verbal assault she struggled to get out of the stronger woman's grasp but couldn't. She froze for a second when she heard that she may be taken before redoubling her efforts to escape. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 23:40:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Venom dripped with Sam's words, blending with the unrestrained anger she was pouring forth to make her point. She saw again how her captor closed up once the full weight of her body came bearing down with the threat of rape. A combination of discipline and a thick moral fiber saved Evelyn. <br><br>"Lucky for you," she said, anger still very much making an edge of her voice. "I'm far too nice." Sam grabbed Evelyn by the scruff of her neck and brought her head down upon hers, attempting to headbutt the woman and knock her unconscious. If successful, Sam picked herself up and strolled over to the straw bed, retrieving her pistols and grenades. She'd exit the room shortly after giving Evelyn one last pitiful look. Next stop was getting her rifle and seeing if the place offered anything about where she was now. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 23:49:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The blow to the head left Evelyn on the very cusp on consciousness, but for all intensive purposes she was knocked out and not going anywhere soon. She was vaguely aware of Samantha grabbing something from the room and leaving.<br><br>The ward over Samantha's rifle still held in the main chamber of the caves. The room was dim and cold now a day later, making it seem eerie and abandoned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 01:39:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam found her rifle right where Evelyn had put it, along with her helmet. She picked up the latter first and held it under the crook over her arm as she went to retrieve her rifle. If the ward didn't actually prevent Sam from taking her rifle, she'd take and sling it over her back. In the event that it did something to ward Sam away from it, the soldier was grit her teeth in frustration and begin looking around the chamber first to see if she could find anything that might have held the key to freeing her gun. <br><br>Either way, Sam would also be looking for any documents or clues that might help her determine where she was and just how Evelyn was. Part of her couldn't help but be curious. Evelyn spoke English just fine, though heavily accented. Hopefully she'd fine something that she could read that would help her in either of her endeavors. Working from the main chamber, Sam would head back to the main room. Hopefully she'd stumble upon some sort of log or journal. It didn't appear they had anything in the way of computer here. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 02:47:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she reached for the rifle, a pulse went through Samantha's body while pain begin to wrack her hand. It increased the longer and closer she got to the rifle. The helmet had no such effect. Nothing around the room would give any clue as to why it happened, but the pain would fade as she kept her distance from the rifle, eventually disappearing. <br><br>In the main chamber there was a small table that had a sheaf of notes on it, mostly containing diagrams of symbols that match some on the ground, and writing that looked like a combination of, to her would be, English, Russian and Korean. Back in the living quarters of the cave, there were more sheets like that, and entire books of the same sort of scribbles. There was however a smaller book, written in what looked very close to English, but written in a slightly different script and with some different words. Pages closer to the front contained references to studying with other's skilled in magic. One entry however she seems to be written in a fit: the writing is less legible and she makes overt references to letting no one control her, fitting no mold. She vows to be in control of her own life from that point on, no matter what she has to do.<br><br>Around the time she starts to finish that passage, Evelyn comes more to. The spell had served to get her back on the path to being awake and alert, but now she could function slightly. A loud groan serves as a warning to Samantha she's coming around.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 04:59:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha left her rifle with a set of gritted teeth and frustration as she wrung out the last bit of the painful sensation in her hand. She'd have to settle for her helmet in the meanwhile. Ending up in the the main chamber, Sam couldn't make heads or tails of the books she ended up finding. The script was a mash up of letters from three different languages and any words she thought she saw were mere coincidence. This was going to be a problem if everything in this place was written this way. It was then that she found what she surmised to be Evelyn's journal. Save for some idiosyncrasies, Sam was actually able to understand what was being said. <br><br>The main thing she learned from the entries was a confirmation of a back-of-the-mind suspicion she hoped wouldn't be confirmed. It seemed that what Evelyn has been subjecting her to was magic. Real magic. And she apparently studied under a number of mages to hone her craft. What intrigued Sam the most though was the entry that was appeared to be rush with a newly found resolve and passion. It wasn't anything new that Sam didn't know about Evelyn, but the entry appeared out of place, abruptly made as if she needed to have the thoughts out somewhere, needed to have the page to hear her. Sam could relate to be in such a position. It raised a question for the soldier about her captive: where did this surge of longing for independence come from? <br><br>Before she could consider the question for herself, Sam looked up at the groan coming from the cell. Perhaps she could ask the author of the journal for herself. The more practical part of herself said that they should have been gathering any sort of map she could find and get the hell out of there. ...and yet she was oddly intrigued. Samantha donned her helmet and turned on the sensor suite. Evelyn's heat signature would outline for Sam on her HUD. The soldier wanted to know just where the woman was. Drawing her pistol, Sam leveled it at the door, where Evelyn's chest would be. <br><br>When Evelyn got ready to open the door Sam would shout, "You're going to open that door nice and slow with her hands over head. If you so much as make a sudden twitch, I will end you. I think it's time we had a chat. One where I get <em>my</em> questions answered. If that's understood, come out here." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 06:43:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While Evelyn wasn't sure what she could threaten her with, right now she was in no mood to defend herself so she obeyed. She did her best to open the door from the inside with her hands before putting them behind her head and opening it the rest of the way with her leg. Her head swam as she stood, making her sway a little as she stared at Samantha. It wasn't long before she found out how the soldier intended to hurt her. It was some other sort of weapon, like the one before, but much smaller. Was it a weapon? She didn't know nor did she want to take the chance. She stood waiting, looking at Samantha and bracing herself for whatever may come, be it a smack or question.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 07:44:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam was relieved to see the mage not put up a fight. Keeping her pistol trained on Evelyn, Samantha motioned toward the one of the chairs in the room with her head. "Have a seat," she said and kept the gun trained on Evelyn until she sat down at the table where her notes and journal were. Samantha brought Evelyn's attention to her journal, pointing to it and saying, "I want to know why you're raising an army. The real reason. If this was just about liberating yourself, then you've already done it, you seem free to me. You're under no one's thumb here. So why feel the need to conquer? It doesn't add up to me. So what's the real reason? What happened between this entry and the ones before it?" <br><br>If Evelyn were to give Sam a good enough reason, the soldier thought that they could make a deal. If she didn't...well, her pistol was already out. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 08:05:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sat down carefully. It was disturbing to see that she had gone through all her painstakingly gathered and made notes. Less, but more in other ways, was her journal. She only took her eyes off Samantha and her strange weapon once she was done talking before considering her answer. The real reason? She had told her, hadn't she? Slowly she let out a breath and answered, not looking her in the eyes. "I told you before. I want to be my own keeper. You say I am now, and you are correct. But, it will only be so long before someone will try again. What I am after is a... preventative measure. Porcupines don't have many enemies because they have spikes. I want spikes. Rulers have enemies, but they rule themselves." Her hand moved over the journal, lightly brushing the open page. "This entry...I had been forced to kill one of my mentors as he saw me as too strong, as competition. But, before that, he tried to rape me. He tried to keep me locked away, burned out of magic and weak. When I started to fight back, he changed his mind. The entry was a few days later, when I had regained myself some measure and left the area." Her gaze remained averted.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 08:20:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Evelyn's further explanation of her circumstances confirmed what Samantha had considered to herself, that this was about making sure she had the capability to stay her own person. Even still... "And you intend to up-heave the lives of many in the pursuit of securing your own autonomy?" She paused to let the mage answer. No matter what the answer was, she would switch topics. <br><br>"Tell me more of the political situation in this world. At least locally speaking." Middle ages or modern day, back on Earth, some men would try and take advantage of women. Sam wanted know if traveling in this place would be problematic for her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 08:26:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed, shoulders slumping but she did lean back in her chair. "Upheaval. The closest country is in a state of civil war with all sides hiring mercenaries to try and secure the kingdom. Fields are in ruins and villages and have been destroyed by bandits attracted to the area in the chance of loot. Out here, lawless. No king has claim on the land, which is why I'm out here. There are several villages out here, but they remain on their own and little more than outposts for woodsmen. I plan to march in to the country and take it, hopefully by scaring them with sheer force as if I can secure the soldiers as my own forces all the better. That was my plan, that is why you are here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 08:57:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A war-torn world...nothing Samantha wasn't used to. "You make it sound too easy. Raising an army all on your own is hard. Unless you have the funds to throw at mercenaries, you're going to have to inspire people to follow you. Straight up sheer force and fear is only going to get you so far. People will have to <em>want</em> to fight for you. They need a stake in your victory...and they have to know that they stand a chance."&nbsp; Sam knew several wet work agents in intelligence that helped to engineer regimes in the third world. This was among the basic tool in their arsenal. <br><br>Hearing the state of the where Evelyn's world is at, had Sam seeing a cause that she could get behind, even if it wasn't Evelyn's. "I will help you, but in exchange I demand four things. One, we work as partners, equals. I am not your slave. Two, when this is all said and done, you will send me back to my world. Three, I want my rifle back. And four, take these runes off me." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 09:10:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She thought over it for a moment before looking back at Samantha. "Fine, but on your conditions there is an issue. I can't remove the glyph on your neck until I send you home. Its part of the spell that brought you here. If I take it off now, the spell to send you back may reject you. That mark ties you to the spell, as that's how you got it. I'm fine with the rest, so long as you don't use your...rifle, to shoot me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 09:25:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam wasn't sure if Evelyn was lying or not, but she still didn't like the idea of the collar of runes around her neck, the way that it allowed Evelyn readied access to her body. She decided to respond to what the mage last said to make her point clear. "As long as you don't give me a reason to, I won't." She lowered the pistol finally and holstered it. "I need maps of this region. And I need to know what your technology is like. Anything and everything that you can tell me about this world and related to the conflict currently happening in the kingdom, I need to know." <br><br>It was time to wage war, for better or worse. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 14:54:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Evelyn pushed by Samantha with a quick 'Excuse me', intending not to work in a half ripped dress. She returned a moment later in a fresh light robe and went straight to a shelf, pulling out whatever maps she had of the local areas. The pointed out they were holed up in the hills to the west of the nearest kingdom. It was a 4 day ride across plains, a river and through forest to the nearest settlement in the kingdom, and another 5 to the capitol of Varnoch. The country they were in was all low lying hills and coulees that was the foothills of the mountains. She related what she knew of the conflict, mentioning the various factions of which there were five, and pointing out what areas she believed them to control. The strongest faction, that of the current and past rulers, still held Varnoch but were beset on all sides from the various factions vying for power.<br><br>"As for technology, Im not sure what you mean. Why would you want to know about windmills and blacksmiths? The experiments the men in the desert do can hardly be called technology for all their talk of pipes and gears. Besides, there isn't much in the way of advanced machines out here. Probably not even a catapult. Crossbows are common though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 18:58:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha poured over the maps, taking pictures of them with her helmet's on-board camera. She was going to assume the scale listed on them was accurate and would adjust it if she found it be not quite so during the journey. The place they were holed up certainly seemed remote, but Sam was thinking in car-traveling terms until Evelyn told her otherwise; seemed the most common form of transportation here were horses. What Evelyn went on to say about the technology in world really did confirm that Sam was stuck in a fantastical dark age. Especially if a catapult was considered an 'advanced machine'. <br><br>A thought occurred to her though. "What about magic? Has magic done much in the way of forwarding technology or is it its own thing?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 23:26:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Magic forwarding technology? Why would it do that? It's much more powerful even if not everyone can use it. It's strange hearing you talk about machines like that, like its common. Mages tend to congregate and study, plumbing the depths of the arcane as best they can. Why do you ask?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 00:26:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				So magic and technology were consider two separate things on Evelyn's world. Sam wasn't sure how she felt about this. "Where I come from, machines do a lot of things. They make my weapons, my armor, even heal my wounds. The level of technology you have here...my world is at least two-thousands years ahead. On my world, technological progress determines power. You're going to have to verse me on magic, tell me what on what scale most mages are capable of. I can train you soldiers, but dealing with mages isn't something I'm used to. I'm sure it's still as simple as shooting someone, but I need to know what your kind is capable of." <br><br>If they didn't have guns on this world, Sam wasn't sure how confident she was with training people to use swords and shields. They didn't cover much of that in basic, though being a soldier, Sam had an interest in researching how people conducted warfare in the past. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 00:18:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In two thousands years they had machines to do all that? They had just crawled out of the dark ages, sent the demons back and slayed the last warlords that threatened every nation with death. And that all took thousands of years, mainly due to the demons. How could so much be done with just machines?<br><br>"Well, most mages have a general understanding of all forms of magic: healing, shielding, fighting along with more...strange things like the arcane realms and auras. There is also enchanting and empowering, two very sought after and powerful magics that mages usually dedicate their entire lives to. I know the basic theories of both, but I'd have to study and practice to be able to even attempt the most basic form. Singular mages can range in power depending on how strong their auras are, where multiple mages can sometimes link aura's to work as a collective. if a mage needs more power, we can use a Font that will allow us to draw power stored in its aura. Thankfully I have one, but its temperamental. I believe you are here because it caused a surge during the summoning spell which made me lose a little control. Most any mage we come across with be able to fling fire and rupture earth, but without a group of them stronger spells won't be able to stop me with the Font so long as it cooperates."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 00:46:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam had read her share of fantasy and she understood what Evelyn told her within those terms--hopefully what she was imagining in her head was on par with the reality. At least now she had a better sense of what she would be dealing with. "You make Fonts sound almost alive," Samantha mused. "I imagine enchanting and empowering, from how we imagine them on my world, are used to imbue magical properties to various items and object. Like making a sword able to burst into flames with each swing. Is that correct?" <br><br>If the level of the actual technology was low, Sam had plenty of ideas of how to circumvent that problem if they had those two very types of magic on their side. Who knows, maybe they could even recreate guns here and on the level that Sam had. "Also...how common are mages in this world? With such power, I imagine nobles and kings would have plenty of them in their employment." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 01:51:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Evelyn coughed a little. "Well, the Font I have is a strange one. Most show up after large uses of magic and end up being relics of war or ornaments from labs were experiments are done. The bucket however..no one knows what could have caused it to come about or what could explain its erratic 'behavior'. You have enchanting correct, but empowering is different. Its similar to enchanting the body, but most times it isn't permanent. Most times there simply isn't enough energy to keep the person empowered, other times there is. With enough mages, it's even possible to get someone to demigod-hood."<br><br>"There has been a, resurgence of sorts in magic. It has ebbed and flowed over time, but since the demons it was mostly gone. Now, it is coming back, and we are unsure as the to potential of the general populace. Since most magi are protective of their power, knowledge and status, they are wary to teach young lings and find new talent. Most kings will have a mage if they can afford his research costs and such, as mages will work for a king so long as they are still able to do what they will in their spare time. The nearby kingdom has no mage, giving us an advantage."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 03:14:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All Samantha could do was give Evelyn a bit of an incredulous look when she talked about the bucket that was her Font; the soldier had noticed the bucket when she had went to get her rifle and thought little of it...and it had been used to bring her over into this realm. With magic, anything was possible apparently, even as so far to grant someone the power of a demigod. <br><br>"So, mages are few and far between, the ones that would openly oppose us anyway?" Hearing that they wouldn't have to be dealing with much in the way of magical resistance caused a sigh of relief to slip through Sam's lips. "Alright. I think I've heard enough. I could read the script in your journal, so if you have any books here in that similar language I will be able to mostly teach myself about anything else you think I should know. We should gather our things then, go see if we can't inspire support from the villages close to here. Having magic on our side isn't the only advantage we have." Sam patted the holster compartment on her left leg where her pistol was sheathed. "We're going to need some capable weapon smiths, but if we can recreate my kind of weapons here...a small squad of soldiers could easily take down scores of men."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 21:05:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There shouldn't be any that will fight us, at least with any real talent. The the nation in turmoil, other nations aren't going to step in lest they appear to support one party in the conflict." Evelyn though for a moment on her request. What could she learn? If her society was more advanced than hers.. "I doubt you could learn anything from what I have. Your people, as you say, are more advanced than mine. Not to mention most of this," She motioned to the shelves of books "Is arcane texts. I will be bringing some as I need to change my focus now that you are here." She was already compiling a list of what books and scrolls she wanted to bring with her.<br><br>"We should head to Covos then. Its a larger village in the area and has a blacksmith that services the surrounding farms. They remain largely neutral in the conflict being so far from it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 23:13:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Science wasn't what I was hoping to look up from your books," Sam said plainly. "Though if you say most of these books only contain information related to magic, then you're right either way. I don't suppose people here are in the habit of keeping records and archives in settlements?" History was more of what Samantha had in mind for reading. No doubt there was a lot that she'd have to learn about the world to really think about twisting the current political state to their own whims. All in due time she supposed. <br><br>"Where I come from neutral is just another word for undecided," Sam said, standing up. "Those that can truly remain neutral need the force of arms to truly be that way or else the warring sides will take what they will of them. Let's get my rifle then and we'll be off. Do you have horses or will this be on foot for the time being." Sam didn't care one way or the other, not really, but time was always of the essence when it came to politics and war. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 16:47:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"For history it would be best to try the capitol. We will get there eventually." Why would she need to know history? Perhaps she was just interested. "I am versed in some subjects of history, if you have questions."<br><br>When Sam suggested getting her rifle, Evelyn hesitated for a moment. She had no idea the capabilities of the weapon. There was still a slim chance that Samantha would simply try and kill her once she got it, rendering her stuck here, but it was still a chance. Nodding, Evelyn stood and lead Samantha to the chamber where the rifle lay. She dispelled the ward around it and floated it over to Samantha. "I have no idea exactly how this...rifle of yours works. If things are like you say, I fear its not as simple as I once imagined it. Just, don't shoot close to me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 17:04:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sort of history Sam was interested in would be rather localized histories, that of towns and villages. She didn't know what it would take to spur people to conflict in this place, but knowing of any bad blood would help her better form a strategy. <br><br>Accepting her rifle from Evelyn, Sam donned her helmet again. Her helmet kept track of the conditions of her weapons, how much ammo they had and the like. Sam gripped her in hands, as if hugging a very dear friend. The current mag was missing three shots, the ones that she fired into the cavern when she first arrived. Other than that the rifle was as she left it...or as it had been when it had been taken from her. Turning to Evelyn she just said, "Yes, ma'am." <br><br>Sam placed the rifle on her back, her nano-weave system, guided by her helmet's input, grasped onto the dedicated spaces on the rifle, holding it as if it were sheathed. "Let's go then." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 17:17:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Evelyn took them back to the living quarters first the finish up there. She packed up food, water skins, scrolls, books, clothes and supplies. She put out any fires in hearths and extinguished candles; stored food and put away anything left out. A decent sized pack slung over her back, she started off through the cave to the surface.<br><br>It was a bit of a trek, taking them a half hour to get the entire way out. There were numerous tight squeezes barely the width of a person and even harder to navigate with breasts. There was one large climb that was accessible by a knotted rope. Evelyn gripped it and pulled herself up with familiarity, having ascended and descended many times over the past years. The final mouth of the cave was just a small cut into the rock, a small fissure that normally would have been a mountain lion's home. The land around the mouth was sparsely wooded and hilled, dotted with pastures and fields. <br><br>Looking out over the area and taking a minute to rest, she said "Well, here we are. The edge of 'my territory'. That way," Evelyn motioned straight out from the cave's mouth "Is Covos. Its not a hard trek, I've made it many times. And I do have some friends there."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 17:37:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The trek to the mouth of the cave didn't seemed the most practical to Sam, but she reminded herself that Evelyn was hiding out here. The soldier was one for contingencies, so she wasn't sure what the mage might have done if someone just so happened upon her, but killing was always an option she supposed. Sam was hardly winded by the time they had made it to the exit. She might not have had the familiarity Eve had with the knotted rope, but she had the strength and the training to move up it with ease. Even with her armor though, the narrow passage were hard to get through with her amble breasts. If there was ever time she cursed herself for having such a set...<br><br>"To Covos then," Sam said, already moving toward the mouth of the cave. "I hope your friends will be able to help us in your endeavor." She chose her words carefully. Sam might have been working to help engineer and build Evelyn's regime, but was entirely Evelyn's idea and scheme. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 14:50:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The beginning of the trek started out with them going over the ridges of hills and dipping into and out of coulees. Evelyn stayed silent, looking back over her shoulder at Samantha to make sure she was still following her. There was always the possibility she'd run off, but her conviction to getting home was strong enough that she'd be likely to stay around. And hopefully keep her alive as well. The sun was sitting well above the trees, leaving them with hours left in the day. Over the rise and fall of the hills, a slow flowing river was visible and in their direction. <br><br>After a few hours walking, Evelyn stopped for a break on a ridge looking towards the country they were headed to. A small tower of smoke rose in the distance, far enough away to almost look like clouds. Sitting on a rock, Evelyn handed Samantha a water skin after taking a sip from it. "We should reach the river ford and make camp before night." She sat silent for a moment longer before looking off into the distance and absently asking. "What is it like where you come from?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 16:57:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Until Sam found another way to go home that didn't involve assisting Evelyn, she'd be loyal. She took in the sights, even if there wasn't a whole lot to see but wilderness, it was a brave new world after all. It didn't seem to be all that different from her own, save for the conscious fact that magic existed and it was two-thousand years behind technologically. In some ways that might have been a blessing. <br><br>Sam readily took the water skin Evelyn handed her during their break; there was no reason for it to be poisoned and Evelyn had just taken the first drink. The soldier raised an eyebrow at the question of her home world. "We making idle conversation now?" She handed back the water skin and took a moment to think. "When I left...when you dragged me here, my country was being invaded. The cities in the southern end were a contested war zone. War-torn is what it's like now. With some countries developing weapons that can rain death and deter the last age's most devastating weapons with pin-point accuracy from the sky...well, nothing stopped them from dropping diplomatic pretenses." <br><br>She had been standing until then, but remembering what she had been torn away from caused a weight to press itself firmly upon her shoulders. Sam couldn't bear it standing. "Before the orbitals were constructed things...they weren't perfect for everyone, but it was better. People could chase whatever dreams they wanted without worrying when their time was going to be up. I fought to give them that time, that freedom to do what they wished. To give that to my sisters." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>04-10-2012, 17:17:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her change in wording didn't surprise Evelyn. Samantha clearly wasn't her perfectly willing puppet and resented the fact she was here. And weapons from the sky? Who would have thought. Then again, Samantha's world was nothing like her own. She kept talking about 'technology' like it was a common thing. It was still odd to wrap her head around. With a blank, slightly curious face she watched as Sam sank to a seat. "Freedom always comes at a price, and sometimes its price is blood.&nbsp; All you can hope to do is make your enemies pay the price, and not your own people. I am familiar with such things, sadly."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>04-10-2012, 17:43:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah? Well you can understand that I'm no longer there to help pay my share of the dues," Samantha gave Eve an even stare. She knew what the price of freedom was. She had shed blood, sweat and tears for it; Sam was the last person that needed this reminder. "Unless you've been to war, you don't know a thing. You don't know what it means to fight alongside others to secure that freedom...and you don't know what it means to eventually lose those comrades." <br><br>Sam got to her feet and placed several steps between her and Evelyn, not sure what she would do if the raven-haired woman spoke to her again and she found the words to be disagreeable. "If you're done resting, let's go." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>10-10-2012, 16:46:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Evelyn let out a small sigh as she stood. She had fought for what she believed in, but not for what she was. Did Samantha know the difference? Evelyn wasn't sure. They trekked down a goat path towards the river, making for the shallows not to far off in the distance. Evelyn remained quiet and looked ahead, only looking back a scant few times to make sure her charge still remained. Habits were tough to break.<br><br>The sun was a low ball over the horizon as they made camp close to the river, the constant gurgle soothing Evelyn's nerves somewhat. She checked about to make sure it was safe and hidden well enough, and when it was found to be her liking she stopped, turning and dropping her pack and said "We make camp here for the night."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>11-10-2012, 07:32:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam took a moment to look around the camp site Evelyn had selected for them. She couldn't find too many faults with it. The river was close by, but far enough away that their clearing wouldn't be discovered immediately from people or creatures that might have been wandering the river banks still. It had been a while since basic. Sam had been fighting in urban environments for a while so her knowledge of 'roughing it' was a little rusty. Besides, how much of what she knew actually still applied to where she was now? Hard to live off the land if you don't know what to expect. <br><br>"Fair enough," Sam said, setting her own things. She began to comb the area for wood, twigs and sticks at first--larger pieces would come later. "It would be advisable to look for berries or something," she said. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>11-10-2012, 10:51:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Evelyn reached into her pack and pulled out a cloth bundle with a loaf of bread and a hunk of cheese inside. She split each in half and took half for herself, leaving the other half for Samantha. "I have provisions for the days ahead. Basic enough, but enough to get us to Covos." Evelyn also helped look for firewood, and it wasn't long before they had a small fire going started by magic. "It's best we keep enough wood to last the night. I'd rather not waste any energy if I dont have to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 11:42:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Suit yourself then," Sam said, though she wouldn't be foraging for herself; her situation was less than ideal enough without adding food poisoning to her list of grievances. She took a seat by the fire, laying her rifle down across her lap. Taking the second half of bread and cheese, Sam began to enjoy their meager meal. The soldier planned to collect a few more pieces of wood once she finished eating. A small pile would form just beside the fire made up of dry sticks, twigs, branches, and a couple of larger pieces of wood Sam managed to find close by. <br><br>She set up her part of the camp, a bed roll underneath the stars. It didn't look like it would rain, so it would a safe bet. Placing her rifle down in front of her, Samantha disassembled it and took out the supplies from her belt pouches needed to clean and maintain the parts. She started by scrubbing out the barrel and worked her way through the neatly arrayed parts. Sam could lose herself in the mechanic motions of maintaining her weaponry. It had a calm, almost meditative effect on her. She'd pay Evelyn little mind unless spoken to. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Misguided Summoning (Calison and Klamity) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>klamity</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 03:12:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Evelyn managed the fire for the most part, lost in eating her own supper and watching their surroundings, listening. She did eye Sam as she worked on her rifle, seeing all the intricate parts and mechanisms. There were things kept inside she had no idea about, and even less on how to replicate them. A part of her fantasized about an army wielding those, raining down fire and death upon those who would oppose her.<br><br>After a while she had finished her half of the meal and she pulled out a book, its pages creases and yellowed but the binding fresh. She carefully leafed through it, going over spells and rituals and the symbols for each. She practiced certain techniques, arcing faint purple lines between her fingers, occasionally plucking at a line or two with a thumb. Eventually she used a spell more beneficial to their situation: she sent a probe around the area they occupied to check for anyone close by. She didn't like what she found.<br><br>"Samanatha," She said in a raised whisper. "Samantha! We have company. Three people and a hound of some sort, moving to surround us." She kept her gaze on her book, not wanting to alert their attackers. "Don't look. Use what you can for a weapon. I can tear them apart but not if they are on me. Do you understand?" Her fingers twitched and spun, her hands making the proper motions. The air around them warmed up quickly as Evelyn pre-heated the air to make fireballs.
			</dd>
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