Chapter 8: Ansellellor
Ansell stood beside the fallen tower; he shook his head and was annoyed. He cast clairvoyance magic, and was able to see what had happened, tracing Laylith all the way back to the end of the battle with the dragons, and then everything became blurry.
Suddenly the arqilunian appeared.
“Ah, Vartelar,” Ansell said nonchalantly, “I still haven’t expressed my condolences to you about erm...which wife is it?”
“Are you talking about Lanialis? That was over twenty years ago. Why did you suddenly remember?” Vartelar wondered.
“Yes, my dear friend, I’m talking about her. And I remembered because I enjoyed her daughter so much that Laylith’s current absence upsets me terribly. Speaking of daughters and wives. Do you remember you had Linsolielle before Lanialis?
“Of course I do, Ansell, I remember every one of my slutty wives,” Vartelar replied.
“Yes, yes. So, your ex-ex, Linsolielle had a daughter. Your daughter, Vartelar.”
“I have many children, you know. But those that were from sluts are of little interest to me.”
“Your daughter,” Ansell continued, “is still inexplicably enslaved by the local tukhtaashes, and that, by the way, is a mystery. I suppose she was taken by one of our fellows… So one tukhtaash took her by force, she became pregnant and gave birth to a half-blood.”
“I don’t see where you’re going with this,” Vartelar said and raised an eyebrow.
“What I’m saying is that your half-breed granddaughter helped your ex-wife’s husband’s daughter escape. And that daughter was fucked by me, your friend! Isn’t that amazing, my friend?” Ansell couldn’t hide his delight.
“I don’t see anything surprising or joyful,” Vartelar said calmly. “Your tower fell, my bastard granddaughter helped your trophy escape. I can’t share your joy, I’m sorry. Maybe when I get to your age, I’ll see more positivity in such things than I do now.”
“Well, I’ll be off to visit Gaal and company,” the old elf waved sadly at Vartelar. “We should move them closer to the greyskuggies,” Ansell added.
“I was wondering how you and I would deal with Gaal?” Vartelar asked.
“Did you at least find out who is involved in the plot with with Itullannoth?”
“No, Ansell, every time I tried, every First saw me, and everyone revealed all my espionage options.”
“That’d be a bigger problem than Gaal,” Ansell said uncertainly.
“There’re disturbing rumors reaching me about the Emperor–”
“Come on, Vartelar,” Ansell interrupted him, “I’ve heard it too, but this is a time of struggle for power. Everyone will spread the rumors that benefit them. We’re on the verge of starting the extraction of alanjruon the way we naturally do. It’s just that each of us has our own game and our own goals... Anyway, I’ll go and teleport Gaal to where Farum is now, maybe the conflict will flare up. Either way, even if it doesn’t flare up, they’ll be closer to the greyskuggies. In the meantime, you try to sort things out here and get my girls back to me, Vartelar. I’ll have to find the new ones,” Ansell smiled and muttered a spell.
He appeared not far from Arinella. Dragons were flying nearby.
“Oh, not even a millennium has passed,” Arinella exclaimed.
Arel ran up to the old elf and asked, “Where is Laylith?”
“She was kidnapped by falsalvgudinas, I couldn’t stop them,” Ansell made up a lie, and tried to feign a helpless, guilty look.
“What?” Slu was the first to react. She was arguing with some arqilunians.
The dragons flew up.
“Friends, I’ll try to rescue Laylith myself. But you have to be teleported to Farum. I found him, but I didn’t have time to talk to him or his group,” Ansell said.
“First, I’ll go with you to save Laylith!” Arel said.
“We’ll all go!” Slu said.
“I don’t know where the greyskuggies are, but I do know that she,” he pointed to the tukhtaash young woman without an arm, “or she,” and he pointed to the wounded arqilunian young woman lying there, “will not make it. How many of you are here? Nine dragons and Gaal, and seventeen ermirians of different races, seven of whom are wounded, and only three of you care about Laylith. Are you suggesting that I leave everyone here except the three of you and try to save Laylith while the others are threatened with death by the greyskuggies?”
“Teleport all of us to where you wanted us to go,” Slu suddenly said, “and then we’ll go together to save Laylith.”
Ansell studied them for a long moment.
“Fine, but then I’ll take four females to find Laylith, without you Arel. I’m sorry, you’re too hot-tempered!” Ansell said.
“What?” Arel said in surprise.
“Ansellellor,” Slu said to the old elf, “you talk very strangely.” Ansell saw the suspicion in her eyes, and realized that it was not only possible, but even necessary, to make an excellent captive slave out of such a beauty!
And Ansell opened the portal. The dragons saw the other dragons, and Gaal flew in first, the rest flew in after him. Slu, Arel and Arinella, and a few other ermirians helped the wounded through the portal.
The dragons tensed. Here, near the border of Farderland and Norvinoria, it was already winter. Snow was flying. Where Gaal landed, the snow melted completely, steam appeared around his body where he sat.
“Miralfaran,” thundered the voice of Farumbirznaaks. He flew up to Gaal, “Do you recognize us as your brothers again?”
“Yes, Farum,” Gaal said. “Forgive me, brothers, I wasn’t myself. Though there is no forgiveness for me. But Sirridwyn sees that I didn’t want to kill any of my brothers!”
“Traitors!” Ulli roared, flying in the sky, and pouring clouds and snow with fire. He looked towards Delmirbirznaaks.
Ansell watched it closely. In another part not far away, Hemrockhever ran up to Arinella.
“Arinella, is that you?” Hemrockhever asked happily.
“Yes! Hemrockhever?” she was astonished.
And he ran to embrace her.
“I’m glad to see you, even though we’ve only known each other for a few minutes,” he winked at her. “By the way, where’s Darfairick?” Sadness flickered in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, but he’s dead,” Arinella said, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Did the dragons kill him?” tonnebeard asked, hiding his grief.
“No, the vile yadonagrish!”
“Ou, Sumnargish, light up his path,” the dwarf said sadly, his eyes became wet, but he restrained himself.
Jamashar came up.
“Greetings to the new wanderers in this difficult time!” Jamashar said and bowed.
“This is Jamashar Mantillish,” Hemrockhever introduced him. “And, yes, he’s always so pretentious.”
“Have you seen them?” Jamashar asked.
Arel and Slu approached the group.
“Whom?” Arinella asked.
“The greyskuggies,” the old isters man answered.
“No, but Gaal, that fire dragon right there,” Arinella pointed to Gaal, who was communicating with the golden dragon, “killed many on their planet.”
Ansell thought it was time to intervene. He approached Arinella.
“It’s time to look for Laylith, because I can’t see which way the falsalvgudinas are headed. Time is running out.”
“Yes, come on, teleport me,” Arinella said.
“Me too,” Arel insisted.
“And where are you going?” Hemrockhever asked.
“We must save one half-elf,” Arinella answered him.
“I have a reliable pair of warriors, snunorfs. And one young female wallitarf. They are just waiting for me. We have a job to do, and thanks to whoever you brought,” he looked at the arqilunians, “we can do it. And we can split up, since time is of the essence. Some will go to help the tonnebeards with one job, and I and my northern friends can help you!”
“Unfortunately, dear kardareign, I need four females for this task,” Ansell said.
“Why females, and why four?” Hemrockhever wondered. “Are the males in Ermir worse fighters or more worthless wizards?” and he laughed.
Ansell thought it was a unforgivable mistake to put it that way, and it was unforgivable not only because Ansell was wise and experienced...
A few more ermirians came up to ask what was going on. And the dragons behind the group of ermirians had a petty conflict that Ansell didn’t even want to turn around, but the others turned around. It was the right moment.
“Arinella, Slu, and here you are,” he turned to another arqilunian female, “and you,” to another tukhtaash woman, “you’re not hurt, are you?”
“No,” she-elf and tukhtaash woman answered. The others were distracted at this point by the dragon fight. Ulli tried to burn Delmirbirznaaks, but Gaal tried to stop him.
“Sumnargish take me!” Hemrockhever said, fascinated by a small clash of dragons.
Ansell stepped close to the two females.
“What are your names?” he asked.
“I’m Alchi Shonga,” said the young, beautiful tukhtaash woman with big brown eyes and huge eyelashes, with straight blond hair, giving off pink, brown, yellow.
“And I’m Ilzathiel TalNullatik, you can call me Ilzeth, el-el,” replied the young arqilunian female with a neat oval-triangular face and huge blue eyes. Ansell did not hide his lustful delight as he gazed upon his future captives.
“Ilzathiel, have I seen you anywhere before?” Ansell asked.
“No, el-el, I don’t think so,” the arqilunian replied.
“All right, it’s time,” and Ansell cast the portal spell.
When the four females entered, he instantly closed the portal, because Arel wanted to enter the portal without permission, too.
They found themselves in a spacious house. It was chilly. This was Ansell’s backup hideout. While Gaellkoet here in Taashtar indulged in great idle pleasures, albeit similar to Ansel’s, but more, shall we say, milder, Ansell was able to build both a magic tower and a good house in the mountains, in an area where the tukhtaashes did not fly because of their ancient lore...
“Where are we now?” Arinella asked.
“In the mountains, of course,” Ansell replied.
“In the Belt of Twilight?” Slu asked.
“Yes,” Ansell lied. “The falsalvgudinas want to keep Laylith somewhere around here. There’s a passage in this house that should lead us to the place where the falsalvgudinas used to sleep. But I’m not sure that they left Laylith there. Anyway, we have to start somewhere.”
“Maybe we could try the magic of clairvoyance?” Arinella asked.
“Well, yes,” Ansell said at a loss, “but you know how it works, Arinella, it’s practically useless here.”
“All right, let’s go downstairs,” Slu said.
Arinella looked at her incredulously. Slu exchanged glances with Alchi and said, “Arqilunians,” and she smiled at her fellow tribeswoman, who smiled back at her.
When they descended into the cellar, they saw a strange bed and table, as well as chamber pots against the wall. Ansell was already reading a spell. The women were wary, but before they could react, magical shackles wrapped around their arms and legs and pulled them toward the wall, chaining each one.
“What is the meaning of this?” Arinella shouted.
“And I thought, why doesn’t he take Arel?” Slu said. She looked very calm. “Well yes, this elf is too young, inexperienced, and yes, in love with Laylith, might get in the way, but–”
“Dear el-el, what are you going to do with us?” Ilzeth interrupted her.
“To keep you here, to copulate with you, to try to conceive a child in each of you, as all families do,” Ansell said with a smile.
“What?!” Alchi burst out. The face of the tukhtaash woman changed, fear was reflected on it.
Slu laughed.
“You’re the First, great and powerful wizard, you’re going to rape us? Aren’t you too old, will you get a hard-on?”
“On you, Slu Tis, I will, believe me!” Ansell said smiling. “I am glad to welcome you, my dear concubines, to your new home.”
“You crazy old elf!” Alchi shouted.
“No, he’s not an elf, he’s just a sick pervert from another planet,” Slu smiled.
“I’ll be honest with you, Slu, I’ve never fucked a tukhtaash queen! And tonight... No, not tonight, I guess, but soon...” and Ansell cast a spell and disappeared.