A cleric in peril

Eilwy made her way through the Akn-Reibar streets, pushing and shoving her way through the urchins and merchants. She passed before the great Castle Crag, where the king lived, and onto Lord Avenue. This was a long road lined with tall, green trees. The huge houses of the very rich were seperated on either side with tall walls and guards.

After Lord Avenue she slipped past Azabal's Dark Tower and its sinister iron gated gardens, through the grocery markets, and into the notorious Eastern Quarter, known locally as "the Nest". The Nest was the section of the city where the goblins, orcs, and other dark creatures lived. Despite repeated complaints from other residents, the creatures remained under the King's protection as long as they paid their taxes and didn't cause too much trouble. In fact, many of them had gone on to become guards for the rich or merchants in their own right.

Going through the Nest was a short-cut to the Temple, but despite the king's laws most humans would have still taken the long way around. Eilwy was not like most humans though and had little to fear. As she strode along the dirty cobbled streets, some of the orcs and goblins shouted insults and a kobold threw a stone at her (which he came to seriously regret, especially as he missed), but no one seriously bothered her and most of the creatures ignored her.

Eilwy also took the time to consider what she would say to the High Priestess. Eilwy didn't fear many people, but the High Priestess of the Temple was a formidable power.... and she had promised to return with Jomath the White as a prisoner. It was hard to escape the conclusion that she had failed in this task. Perhaps if she...

Eilwy was jolted out of her thinking by a shout of panic and some cruel laughter. She was on the edge of the Eastern Quarter, near the entrance to the Temple Sector. The road itself was quiet, the only noise being a wooden shutter banging in the wind. She frowned for a second and paused - and there it was again, a woman's shrill voice calling for help from a dark alley. Someone was in peril!

Eilwy took out a wand and prepared herself. She was curious to see what was happening, but had no wish to be caught in a trap. Then she slipped quietly into the alley to see what was going on. It was cold and dark and smelled dank and unpleasant. Eilwy found herself holding her nose as she crept forward.

Further into the alley she found the source of the cries. A priestess of Gond, wearing a thin white robe decorated with symbols of her god, had been dragged here and wrestled to the ground by a muscular orc. The priestess was young, slender and blonde, and was actually putting up a fairly good fight with the orc, kicking and clawing at him angrily. The orc was big though and didn't seem perturbed by the young cleric's thrashing. If anything, he seemed amused by it.

"Stop fighting," the orc growled, unbuckling his leather trousers with one hand and holding the cleric down with the other. "You'll enjoy it more."

The orc pulled out his fat cock and the cleric's pretty eyes widened in fright. She began to utter a curse to wither the orc's member like a rotten fruit, but he slapped her and she lost concentration. She then gripped her mace and swung it with purpose, despite lying on her back, but the orc knocked it from her hand and it clanked uselessly onto the alley floor. Now ****, she began bucking and heaving with all her might, trying to throw the orc off her. The orc grinned as he tried to hold her down, clearly enjoying himself.

Eilwy, unobserved in the shadows, laughed quietly to herself, enjoying the show. It was always nice to see a do-gooder cleric getting her due! The slender girl stood no chance of course now she'd lost her curses and weapon, and she'd be subject to a good fucking before the day was done. Served her right as well! These young priestesses always had such high opinions of themselves. They were highly educated women, usually from wealthy backgrounds, and loved preaching to others as if they hadn't had the world handed to them on a plate. Well, sometimes they needed to learn a lesson of their own, and it was always fun to watch!

Then Eilwy noticed the glittering golden necklace around the young cleric's neck, and she frowned. It showed the girl was a Primal, one of the higher ranking clerics in the Temple and a **** to be reckoned with in normal times. She seemed too young to be a Primal.... but then, Eilwy reflected, the High Priestess herself was only thirty summers old.

The orc slapped the cleric again, and her struggles subsided. Her chest heaved as lay still and **** under the orc, eyes fearfully wide.

The orc nodded in satisfaction and gripped the top the cleric's thin white robe tightly in his fist. "Deprecia sends her regards," he sneered, and lifted his hand to tear her robe from her body.