He flees to the Mist

Despite the simplicity of the instructions from Obalith Aaralon thought deeply about what course the future held. He could see the nature of the cast that was upon him it was strong. Age would encroach upon him before he could lift such a binding spell.

He knew that he would be an abject lesson to his fellow students what merriment would endow them from his suffering.

Fit only to mate with trolls and demons, was he now. Yet no such existed in the school except Tar'oth the Imp who was the cause of his problems.

The Imp had shamed him.

The Battle Master had shamed him.

Mistress Janna had shamed him.

Worse still he had shamed himself.

He was no longer worth of this place. He knew that he would be preoccupied with his cock and that in this place would cause great loss of honour and embarrassment surly at some time he will try to mount an unsuspecting victim student or Master. Should he select the latter then more than just shame would be placed upon him, each would add to the curse.

Now there were only two options open to him; should he stay and with integrity solve this curse that would surly take him four score and then some year.

Should go to The Mire the homes of the accursed trolls demons and the unblessed. At least here was a chance to redeem himself and to fulfil the obsession he even now felt was growing strong with in him to use his greatly endowed manhood. Perhaps he will find a maiden who will accept him and so rob the trolls and demons of the chance to **** this wretched man.