-------------- Tales of the Raptors – Dog Days

Returning from their plane hopping adventures to destroy the last of Lolth’s artifacts, the Night Raptors were greeted with silence. Few had been looking for them while they were gone. Their own concept of time had been obliterated by the various speeds at which time passed in some of the far realms they’d visited. In Narcissa’s faerie realm time had blurred into an unending orgy beneath the trees, an orgy that even the more reserved could not resist. Then there was Nifhel, the drudge of crossing the fire planes to reach Castle Bonechill and bring the Dokkalfar Morgwaeth to justice,… something they’d all just as soon forget. And then the chaos and insanity of the Demonweb. Less said, the better.

They’d expected something a bit more,… well,… more, when they returned. Instead, Ahjandi had a list of things that needed repair at Raptor Place, Rose was happy to return to her forge rather than field questions from Miri’s many suitors, and Aedin revealed in the heat of passion that his reconditioning by the Shrine of Thoth had been broken. Miri was forced to kill him to save her own life.

The letters had stacked up and amongst them, Kami found an invitation to join an archaeological dig on the north coast of Hesterland. Within days she had left on a plane and took Gwenvael as her bodyguard. Rose disappeared back into her forge, with Asgardian steel, Svardalfar mithril and Dokkalfar adamant to analyze and attempt to recreate. Wendy was assigned as Wing Commander of the fighters of the ADL 3rd Fleet, patrolling the rim for any signs of Lolth’s dreadnaught, the Mindspider. Meriadne had remained in Arvandor, asked by Lord Ordreth to stay and get closer to the Seldarine. Nova had returned to the Tower of Light, as was her place, but Chianna went with her, assuming her title position of Dorava Luminos.

Miri, not quite heartbroken over Aedin’s death,… perhaps a little depressed,… visited Malakai and Nimrod looking for work. Another play or perhaps a few crystal vids would get her mind off all that she’d been through recently. Unfortunately, neither had anything going with her name on it just then. Miri discovered that Eallana Maxius, the guardian of the Sisters of the Pearl from the Stacked Deck, had become Nimrod’s new favorite erotic actress. She’d made several vids of a running serial, “The Perils of Penelope”. That gave Miri an idea.

After they were introduced to three new members of the Raptors; Wose, the half-Pouarr/half-Dryad WarMage, Caitlyn O’Bannon, a cousin of Fallon Whitacre’s and a Defiant Champion of the Sisters of the Pearl herself, and Jessika Ynadre, one of Meriadne’s followers and a WarPriestess of Corellon, they were ready. Miri contacted Syvasgaard and discovered there was a growing problem along the Carellonian border, a war raging between bandit gangs and the goblins that had been forced out from under Mount Syvasmyr. She volunteered the Night Raptors.

So the stage was set. Caitlyn quickly learned how to operate the vid recorder. Miri set down a rough outline. In the dog days of the summer and the early fall of 18569 they would follow this adventure, deal with the villains behind this, if there were any, and record their adventures along the way. A healthy smattering of sexual encounters with the Carellonian and Elven patrols, merchant caravans, and maybe a Minotaur or two, and she’d have her own erotic action adventure to present to Nimrod. If she did this right, he’d be forced to pay her even more than what she normally received as an actress. First stop, Flint Mountain Fort just over the Carellonian border.

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