In a village Norde, and in a faraway Kingdom, people knights have been going into caves that were directly annexed to one another. One adventuress, Lady Cecilia Whitelance, a paladin in the service of Vermael, goddess of war and strategy, Cecilia has gone to great lengths to master her training and dicipline herself as a paladin. She has a voluptuous body, and if not for her armor her curves would fill out her clothing nicely, she also possesses braided golden locks, bright blue eyes, and full pouty lips. Due to her training, she is naive in regards to sex, and is a virgin. She is upright, stern, and will do anything to protect the innocent. She has been reported of being missing for at least 4.12 years. This distressed kingdom called on the help of a neighboring nations' reknowned knightclan, the Crownguards. Four were sent, Amelia Crownguard, and three of her brothers.

Amelia strode forth to face the threat. She was a rookie by Crownguard standards, but she was well trained and had great skill with the lance, spear and bow. She hoped that it would be enough to help save this maiden. Frankly, she thought that the paladin was dead, otherwise she would have reported in by now. And for that, she always felt a bit sad. She had heard of Whitelance before, and considered the girl a bit of a role model, a perfect example of what Amelia wanted to be one day. She was brave, skilled pious, and a hero to all. If Amelia could ever even approach the same heights of fame, honor, and glory that Cecilia had reached, she would die happy. She had always wished to meet the woman. Now, however, all she could hope for was solving the mystery of the girl's death, of telling the world of the honorable life she had led. She simply hoped she would be successful.

At least 3.11 years back, a great, big, grandeur-wolf, who had been living in the caves, had been seeking sustenance, whether be it dietary, consumptively voracious, or even sexual. It at that time came across a venturing forth lusciously tasty-looking paladin. He eventually on trapped and raped her, foully. Her gentle, pious screams, raged him on even more. He had originally intended to eat her, but..he couldn't bear to do it with flesh so arousing. He then decided to keep her as a piece of fuck-meat, his own new fucktoy.

Amelia and her brothers approached the cave on their horses. She reluctantly dismounted and drew her blade as she tied dusty up to a tree outside. She didn't want to go in without him, after all, her skill lay in mounted combat rather than swordplay. Nevertheless she followed her brothers into the cave. Since she was the youngest, she was forced to carry the lantern and held her spear with her other hand. She looked through the shadows, sure that some monster lay in the cavern, waiting for her to slay it.