Mikar looked at the man approaching him.Mikar looked at the man approaching him. He was a warrior. A very big man with wild, dark brown hair and dark eyes. He was dirty with travel and very tough looking. "Boy how would you like to earn some gold?" The man looked down at Mikar with a hunger in his eyes. Hunger and anticipation. "What would I do to get this gold?" he asked, brushing his long golden hair out of his face. His eyes looked up warily at the stranger. "Follow me," said the warrior. Mikar followed. The warrior took the lad to an anonymous inn, and up to his room. "Sit down." Mikar sat on the bed. The man leaned against the door to the room, there was no window. "I am on a quest and have sworn myself to the cause of killing the sorceress Achthyl. I have also sworn not to lie with a woman until my quest is done. Achthyl has placed a curse of lust and passion on me. I am in need of... companionship." Mikar saw the great difficulty the man was having in keeping himself under control. Well, he thought, I am trapped already so... "Funny word for it... what's your name?" "Nikola, Nikola Lastchilde." "Why do you hunt this witch, and why the vow of purity?" "Achthyl is, among other things, a lust witch. She could entrap me in any form she chose. Any female form, thus the oath. I hunt her because she destroyed my village and enslaved the people for her vile pleasures and magical experiments. I am the only survivor. After performing experiments on me, and using me as her plaything, she left me for dead. I was found by a druid who raised be to adulthood. I have sworn a bblood oath to make her pay for what she has done, to me and to all her other victims. |