A Meeting with the Lady, and a quick break

With their plans in motion, the three adventurers reconvened to update each other and Lady Eileen on the state of the siege preparations.

“There’s more we could do,” Olivia said. “There’s so much more we could do, but we need to take a big swing, a big risk, if we’re going to go make all of this work.”

“What do you mean, Lady Olivia?” the widow asked. She’d taken to calling her erstwhile lover that while anyone else was around. “Is there something more we can even do?”

“Your father, Lady Eileen,” Renee said. “He set traps on his bedroom. Magical ones. They aren’t there to protect his bedsheets. There may be something useful to us now, something he left behind instead of taking it to war in the west.”

“I’ve told you this already,” Edmond, the elderly Dwarf chamberlain, grumbled. “The Duchy treasury has been near empty for some time. It isn’t sitting up in that bedchamber.”

“The treasury wouldn’t help us now, anyway,” Olivia said. “Houndsfang can’t be bought off, and we don’t have the time to try to hire mercenaries or something. And mercenaries can be just as bad as bandits.”

“I mean that magic can be used to protect magic,” Renee said. “It may not be a weapon, I assume he would have brought that to the war, or left someone here who knew how to retrieve it. But it might still be something useful.”

“Might,” Jade winced. “Might be useful. It could be a deed for the keep, or the whole Duchy, and then what good is it if we lose the battle? It could be a dragon’s hoard of gold, and that wouldn’t do us much good unless we started melting it down to dump on anyone climbing the walls. Hell, it could be a dragon - that might be useful.”

“What do you suggest we do then, Jade?” Olivia asked.

“I’ve found out that one of the Trappers knows the route to the Forest Tomb,” Jade said.

“I’m sorry, the what?” Lady Eileen asked. Edmond groaned a deep, rumbly sound similar to rocks grinding together.

“The Forest Tomb,” Jade repeated herself, frowning a little. “The tomb of your- What was it? Great-Grand Uncle? The one who worked as a Mercenary in the southlands.”

“Why have I never heard of this?” Lady Eileen asked sharply, turning to Edmond.

He grumbled wordlessly for a moment, wringing his hands and grimacing, then let out a beleaguered sigh. “Your Father chose to take the same path that his father did, my Lady,” he said. “Which was to not inform any of his children of it, except in a letter that was to be handed to the new, rightful Duke or Duchess. The Tomb is dangerous, and he didn’t want his children seeking it out. One of his uncles was lost, trying to plumb its depths to reclaim the treasures his uncle had taken to the grave with him.”

“I’m losing track of who was whose uncle,” Renee said.

“Hastor Unger was a mercenary captain, and the third son of the then-Duke Unger,” Edmond tried to clarify. “He returned after suffering an array of injuries, claiming that all the healers of the Southlands could do nothing for him any longer. He used his collected wealth to build himself Dragonshead Lodge as his personal home, about fifteen miles west up the King’s Highway and deep into the woods.”

“That’s the family hunting lodge now,” Lady Eileen cut in. “I always assumed Grandfather built it. I remember there were some issues with craftsmen working there when I was a child.”

“That was a renovation, my Lady,” Edmond said. “One that unleashed a spectre that frightened away the entire workforce. Your father had to hire a band of ghost hunters to clean it out before the Lodge could be put to use again, and they never did figure out why there was an angry spirit showed up so suddenly.”

“Was that some previous adventure in The Game that I’m not remembering?” Rhia asked.

“Nope,” I said, dropping my ‘Old Dwarf Man’ accent. “But you can take it as a reminder that you’re not the only Adventuring Party in this world. Well, you or my other game. There are other bands of mercenaries, adventurers, crusaders, etcetera, out there.”

“Alright, so Lady Eileens… Great-Great-Grandfather’s younger brother was this mercenary who is in this Forest Tomb?” Jade asked, getting the conversation back on track.

“Her Great-Great-Great Uncle, yes,” Edmond confirmed. “And Lady Eileen’s Grandfather’s older brother Winston, the second son at the time of his ****, attempted to delve into the tomb to recover what he considered wealth that would replace the inheritance he would never receive since he wasn’t the heir. He intended to follow in his Great Uncle Hastor’s footsteps and use the arms and armour on his journey south. Little did he know that the then-heir, Wallace Unger, would die three years later in a tragic hunting accident involving three bears and an entire barrel of mead, which would have made Winston the heir, except that he had disappeared into the Forest Tomb and never resurfaced. That left Wingum, Lady Eileen’s Grandfather, as the heir, and he made sure to quash any discussion of the Forest Tomb so that his sons and daughters would not be struck by the same idea as Winston. Our current Duke Unger, upon learning the tragic history of his deceased uncles, decided to do the same.”

“How do you keep track of these people?” Olivia asked, shaking her head ruefully.

“Well, I knew them all,” Edmond shrugged. “It’s easier when you can put a face to the name. I’ve served the Duke.”

That had all four women in the room reeling for a moment, trying to place how old Edmond truly was.

“So you knew Hastor?” Renee asked.

“Well, I met him several times towards the end of his life, but I wouldn’t say I knew him,” Edmond said apologetically. “I was a young dwarf then, apprenticing under the last Chamberlain of the Duchy. I can tell you that the funeral was conducted in secret, only Hastor’s nephew, the then Duke Unger, in attendance. That would be Lady Eileen’s Great-”

“We can skip the fact that you have this Great-Great thing down, Shane,” Tori smirked.

“The funeral was conducted by several clergy who travelled from afar,” Edmond said after clearing his throat. “I was always curious they knew to begin their journeys before he was dead, but I wasn’t in the position to ask at the time, and it didn’t seem so important a decade later when I took over as Chamberlain.”

“Alright,” Olivia said. “So we have a wealthy mercenary captain who was almost-definitely buried with his armour and weapons, if not other wealth as well, in a secret funeral that involved mysterious clergy, out in a secret tomb that people haven’t been talking about openly for decades, and at one point that tomb ate a member of the Duke’s family. Or we try the Duke’s bedchamber and see what he’s protecting there - unless of course you’ve got other secrets you might think we, or Lady Eileen, should know about, considering the circumstances?”

“I’m sorry,” Edmond shook his head. “The Duke did not tell me why he had his bedchamber enchanted; he only passed along the warning that none should enter it until he returns, or until his **** has been confirmed and the new Duke has been properly named.”

“Well, we don’t have much time,” Jade said. “The trapper I spoke to said the tomb is about five miles to the north - that’s away from the path the bandit army will take, so we shouldn’t be running into them or their scouts or anything. I think we should head there immediately.”

“If Lady Eileen gives her blessings that we can go rob a family crypt,” Olivia said, looking over at the heir.

“You have my permission, Lady Olivia,” Lady Eileen said, standing up and putting a hand on her shoulder. “What you do not have my permission to do is to falter or die. We need you here when the storm comes to rattle our eaves and break against our battlements. Be careful.”

“We will,” Olivia promised.

We called a break - Tori and Rhia both needed to pee, we all needed a refresh on our drinks, and I wanted a chance to break out some snacks as well as get the supplies I’d set aside for the possible Tomb Delve ready (leaving the supplies for the Bedchamber Trap hidden, in case they decided to tackle that situation in the future.)

As Rhia and Tory left the table, Elyse got up as well, but she stopped short at the corner of the table. “Hide your notes,” she said with a grin.

I did, closing my binder and flipping over my notepad, and she practically hopped over the corner between us, straddling my lap as she pressed her chest to mine and kissed me. My hands immediately went to her ass, grabbing a firm hold on her perfect little butt through the thin silk robe she wore as her costume. She didn’t wear any underwear at all under it, and I could feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric. My fingers started to delve a little deeper, into the crack of her ass, looking to see if I could feel if she was wet or not…

“Hey, you little skank,” Rhia called from the doorway. “I knew you’d do that. No hanky panky with Shane during game time when it isn’t part of the game.”

“Whaaat?” Elyse complained, looking back over her shoulder at her friend while also grabbing my hands and pulling them from her ass and up to her chest, sliding them inside her silk robe so that I could fondle her bare little tits and nips. “Since when is that a rule?”

“Since Shane needs a break too,” Rhia smirked. “And you being all slutty on him is going to distract him from that.”

“Hey, this is being lovey,” Elyse smirked right back. “If I were being slutty, I would have crawled under the table and his cock would be in my mouth.”

“I, for one, welcome both sets of behaviour,” I said, chuckling at the two of them. I’d found her nipples and softly pinched and rolled them. “But, my dear, Rhia is right. I need to get up and stretch my legs, grab some supplies, and I have snacks to break out.”

“Oh, alright,” Elyse said, turning back and giving me another quick kiss and a smile. “If snacks are involved, I guess I can let you up.”

She climbed off of me, and Rhia had already headed back upstairs to go to the bathroom since Tori was in the back one. I stood as well, and caught Elyse by the hand and tugged her back to me. She turned, a mildly confused look in her eye, and I wrapped her little frame up in a big hug and kissed the top of her head as she hugged me back.

“This is really nice and all, but you mentioned snacks,” Elyse mumbled into my chest.

“I just want to make sure you’re good,” I said softly, keeping my voice low. “About Rhia, earlier.”

Elyse pulled her face from my chest and looked up at me. “You mean her coming here to fuck you, after we had our night together?”

“I’m not assuming anything,” I said, rubbing her cheekbone with my thumb for a moment, just enjoying how she looked with her big eyes, quirky but pretty features and her hair up in a bun, showing off the buzzed sides of her head. “I’m just making sure I’m communicating.”

She quirked her lips softly, a quick tick of emotion passing over her face that was fast enough that I couldn’t read it, and she let out a breath. “Just communicating? Because… I mean…”

“Everything starts with communicating,” I prompted her.

“Fuck it, OK,” she said. “Communicating. I don’t care that Rhia came and fucked you. In fact, I’m relieved she did it - she was pissed when she found out I came over here the other night. And I don’t care if she comes over here more than that, or if Tori does. I just don’t want you to tell me I can’t come over, because I want more of that. More of that night, more of you. Hell, I want more of the next morning.”

“OK,” I agreed. “More of that, more of me, more of the next morning. Just, maybe give me a little bit more warning than knocking at my door?”

“Really?” she asked, lighting up like she’d just found out she’d forgotten her birthday was today. “I mean, I assumed after the way everything went, you wouldn’t be opposed to it, but- I mean-”

“It’s nice to know for sure, and it’s nice to be wanted,” I filled in for her.

“It is,” she grinned, then bit her lower lip and backed away, putting her hands up defensively. “Apparently, I’m not allowed to kiss you right now, or else I’d be all over you, Shane. So you better go get those snacks, and whatever else you need.”

I winked at her and she grinned as she leaned her butt back against the edge of the table, her robe still askew and flashing one pretty little titty at me. It was really fucking good to be me.

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