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CHAPTER ONE

A QUEST

It was a moonless night in the forrest of Dath. The thick tree canopy of countless dark oaks would have blocked the light of even the brightest harvest moon. This didn't bother our hero all that much, he was a mage after all. A novice mage of a mark and a half, but a mage none the less. Or so he kept telling himself. The path before him was illuminated with the soft yellow glow of a mage light. A bright golden ball about the size of a large grapefruit that hovered above his head one foot up and behind him. It was the first spell he had learned at the college and the one he was furthest along in mastering. At his current level the spell would last for fifteen minutes unless otherwised dismissed. It cost a meager 15mp to cast (1mp per minute) and with his impressively large mana pool of 300 mp and quick recovery time of 1mp every five seconds he had no worry of ever wandering in the darkness.

The college required all first year mages to learn basic survival skills and spells. Mage light, detect water, purify water, weak flame, detect life and minor healing. As well as how to do all those things yourself. "Magic isn't a crutch, it is skill. The same as swinging a sword or baking a loaf of bread." Archmage Zadi would often say. This policy resulted in some of the most well rounded mages the kingdom of Locklain had ever seen. Most mages were sort of one trick ponies. A battle mage could be unstoppable and feared by all on a battlefield. But ask that same mage to help you build a house, sew a button, bandage a wound or even cook something better then the most basic dish and suddenly they were no use to anyone. Master Zadi saw that as wasted potential and would not stand for it.

This gave our novice mage a fine repertoire of skills to utilize if things got messy. It also filled him with confidence that he couldn't possibly hope to back up with action. After all he had only been a mage for eighteen months. He had enrolled in the mage college the week after his eighteenth mark. Magic was inherently dangerous and the elder magi didn't want children welding the power to scorch entire country sides until they would old enough to shoulder the responsibility that came with. Many a novice mage had accidentally incinerated practice targets due to loosing control of their magic. Other accidents and mishaps had resulted in more tragic endings over the centuries of the college's existence. So the age restriction was set in place and the accidents decreased, though it didn't change the fact that mage work was still dangerous and if a wrong word was said, or an incorrect rune drawn, it could easily result in the caster being harmed or worse.

Our hero understood the risks of magic and, for the most part, respected it. In fact it was part of the reason he was out in the forrest at such a late hour. One of the masters had received reports of goblins attacking travelers on the roads in the dathen forrest. What peaked the masters interests was that the survivors reported a spellcasting goblin. Quite an oddity by it self, but especially odd because the goblin was reported to have conjured a beast to aid in their attacks. Conjuration is a class of spell casting that goblins aren't known for. If a goblin happens to have the affinity for magic at all, it overwhelmingly is for destruction or illusion. So the college dispatched a mage to investigate. And that mage was our hero, Mathias.

Mathias, despite being a novice, had a strong affinity for conjuration, and goblins were not a reason to send a proper mage. There were more pressing matters to attend to. Besides, Mathias had dealt with the nasty little beasts before, so the masters felt this would be a perfect opportunity for the up and coming conjuror to get some on the job training.

The detect magic spell Mathias was using to try and locate the renegade caster was leading him into an opening near a waterfall that fed into one of the many streams that cut through the forrest floor. The opening was small, almost too small for Mathias to fit in, but he was just small enough to squeeze in. Once inside he reflected on wether or not he was dispatched on this assignment for his skills or his stature. Goblins are small creatures, standing at almost most four foot tall. Mathias was not much taller at five foot one. He had a sneaking suspicious that the masters expected the goblins to be held up in a small burrow or hole, and so chose him because he was the smallest mage they had. He had no way of actually knowing, but he made it a point to ask once he returned.

Mathias activated his detect life spell and his vision came to life with red outlines of hostile enemies. He counted four in total. He activated his muffle sound spell and began to sneak forward. The cave was cool inside and with a significant amount of moisture in the air from the waterfall it was down right chilly. He could see his breath in the rays of his mage light, which then he remembered to dismiss before it gave him away. "Stupid, rookie mistake." He mentally chided himself. Quietly Mathias followed the tunnel of the cave, watching as the outlines of the goblins got closer. Soon enough he came up to the first one. This monster was holding a short spear, probably stolen from a victim and cut down to suit the goblins smaller size. It was wearing light armor that criss crossed his chest and a loincloth, a very ill fitting loincloth. Goblins weren't known for modesty and even in the dark gloom of the cave Mathias could make out a comically large cock for such a small creature. It had to be at lease seven inches just hanging there and it had the balls to match. Mathias quietly moved up to the creature who was looking deeper into the cave, his back facing the sneaky intruder. In a flash Mathias covered the goblins mouth and slid a small stiletto dagger in-between it's ribs. In a mix of shock and pain the goblin dropped it's spear and clutched at the hand over it's mouth and nose. In just a handful of seconds the beast went limp in his arms. Mathias gently lowered it to the ground and moved it off to the side of the cave, just in case he had to beat a hasty retreat. He couldn't help but notice the massive member as it dragged along the ground between his victims legs. "Why would the gods give such vile monsters the blessing of such large cocks?" He wondered to himself. Mathias, while being lean and very fit thanks to the martial training at the college, was somewhat lacking in the manhood department. Measuring at five inches rock hard this filthy corpse had him beat by near double when it got hard he reckoned. Not that it could get hard any more, that was a small comfort at least.

With the first of his quarry taken care of he checked his spells and progressed deeper down into the cave. When he came upon the next goblin it was preoccupied, and even if Mathias had just barged in like he lived there the goblin wouldn't have noticed, in fact both goblins didn't notice him enter. They were too busy screwing, as he crept up the snarls and chatter of goblin speak made his neck hair stand up and gods the smell. The mix of unwashed bodies, sweat, semen, blood and what ever else was in this room almost made Mathias vomit. And the sight of two goblins fucking was not a pleasure either. They were very rough to say the least. With the fuck-er biting and clawing the back and arms of the fuck-e. It looked to Mathias that goblins fuck like they live, violently... He readied his dagger and positioned himself behind the two, he was just about to force the head of the top goblin down so he could run them both through at once when the goblin threw his head back and howled with... Ecstasy? "That bastard just came!" Mathias realized, he was so stunned by what just happened that he didn't realize the goblin had pulled out and half way turned around and was staring right at him.

Suddenly Mathias heard a noise, a strange half shriek of terror and half roar of rage emanate from the goblin and immediately snapped out of his thoughts and jumped onto the goblins, pinning both of them under himself with his dagger infront of him. He managed to push the first goblin back onto the second one only this time the goblin was facing him and managed to claw and scratch several gashes into his back and arms before it died. The bottom goblin, crushed under the weight his partner and mathias couldn't so much as scream before the blade slide through the body on top of him and into his own. Once the pile of goblin stopped squirming Mathias climbed off and pulled his knife out with a wet, slipping sound. He checked himself over, and cast a minor healing spell on his wounds. As he was checking to make sure he wasn't injured anywhere else he noticed something on his pants. He moved over to a torch on the wall and was repulsed to find it was an off white color and sticky. It was fucking cum! He had goblin jizz on his tunic. He made a mental note to wash off in the water fall before he headed back for town. The teasing from his class mates would never cease if they knew about this.

"Three down, one to go." He mentally ticked off in his head. Mathias cast his detect life spell once again to try and pinpoint where the last one was. He wasn't in the mood for any more hide and seek, he was cold, covered in blood and semen, one of which definitely was not his own and he was tired of breathing in the rancid air of this hell hole. The final goblin was just up ahead in the last room. Mathias crept to the door and tested the lock, it moved slightly, so he steeled himself and, taking a half step backed, kicked the door open, well as best as he could while not being able to stand upright in this smaller portion of the lair. The door swung open and hit the wall hard. Mathias immediately cast his brightest mage light into the room blinging the goblin as it stumbled out of bed. It fell to the floor and crawled around looking for a weapon. Mathias simply walked over and drove his knife down into its heart, ending the creature.

With all the threats stopped mathias could now check his mental interface and look at his battle prompts. *Slain Goblin scout x4 25 exp. Exp to next level 250* With that all finished he could now beging his actual work, finding what the goblins were using to summon things. There was very little chance they could have figured out how to do so naturally. They must have been using a wand or magic ring or something to channel mana into and cast the spell for them. It didn't take long to find, it was an old leather bound book on the night stand next to the bed where the last goblin had been sleeping. He opened it up to confirm and he found that it was filled with all sorts of creature, animals and monsters that could be summoned. All someone had to do was channel their mana into the book and will the thing on the page to appear. At lease for the low level ones. The higher level creatures in the back of the book required rituals and or magic brews to summon them. Then something caught his eye. There was a humanoid section, curious he flipped to it and started reading. They were pretty standard things, Magic constructs to do basic labor, wooden butlers to clean house, things like that. But at the very back something caught his eye.

He read over the name of the creature, looked at the description and back again just to make sure he read it right. "Succubus." he whispered to himself. He had always heard stories of succubi and the amazing things they could do. He also heard all about the dangers of them. Succubi feed on the life force of their victim, very similar to that of a vampire, however the succubus does it in a much more interesting way, through sex. They essentially forced the victim's body to produce semen at an accelerated rate. Imagine having a super high metabolism and not eating for a day, you'd crash really quick because your body used up all it's excess stores of energy. Same principal, you basically cum to death as your body rips nutrients from yourself to convert it to semen for the succubus to absorb. All that aside a few horny magi and a bard or several have learned a few ways of controlling the demon, to a degree. There are safe guards to ensure that the succubus can't kill or permanently harm you. And it just so happened that Mathias knew the best one. Being a horny teen surrounded by the knowledge of several lifetimes had it's perks. All that's needed is a simple chalk circle with the proper binding runes. Then you summon the demon into the circle and force the succubus to give you it's name. Once you know it's name it can't hurt you. Names were powerful things in this land, but names of demons held all their power. Anyone who could learn a demons name was given dominion over them for the rest of his or her life. And the demon was powerless to stop the name holder.

The binding runes keep it restrained to the floor so it allows you to be a little more persuasive. Starvation is not a fun way to go, even for a demon. So without wasting any time mathias closed the books and made his way back towards the entrance of the cave. There was a larger part of the tunnel that would be perfect to test things out. Plus there weren't dead goblins all over the place in that room. Once he arrived at his spot he opened his mage bag and dumped the contents out onto the stone floor. He tossed up a mage light, took a piece of chalk and started on the circle. He shivered in the damp cave as he worked. Partially from the cold and partially from the anticipation of what he was hoping would become a night to remember. Finally after 15 minutes he was finished. He stood back and examined his work. Next he read over the book and double checked everything, didn't want to over look something and get fucked to death for it. The grimwoire he had found said that it could summon a lv 5 succubus or incubus. The binding runes were rated for lv 15 creatures. And he knew that they would hold, He once helped his master's trap a troll that was killing live stock with them.

So without further hesitation he started to feed mana into the book. He felt the icy tendrils of power flow out of his center and into the pages of the book. The spell was costly at 100mp. A whole third of his stores. Once the book was powered he just had to mentally will the creature into existence. And he did just that, suddenly a blinding flash of light lit the whole cave and forced mathias to look away.