Leaving Orstead.

Uklag awakens but he keeps lying around for a little while. The ground isn’t exactly comfy but the twins very much are. “Do demons actually sleep?” he asks. The fact that both of them immediately open their eyes seems to indicate otherwise. “It’s more like preservation.” The soft voice of Analea purrs from his side. “By not being active in this world we can send our spirits to the demon realm, thus reducing the amount of power we use on staying here.”

“Huh. Sounds weird to my weak human mind. Whatever, I will have an eternity to wrap my head around that.” Aelana giggles and playfully pinches his side. “So sure of yourself, I will miss you when the Demon Lord has consumed your soul.” Uklag taps the feisty succubus on the forehead. “Be nice, otherwise I will not give you permission next time. For that matter do you actually need that?” Aelana looks surprised. “So they wrote that we know a theoretical way to achieve immortality but not about our curses?” the demoness asks.

“Curses? No they don’t mention that, now to be fair the Book of Names is really basic lecture on Conjuration.” Uklag rummages through his brain for a bit. “Curses in demonology are attributes of single demons that they were either born with or were cursed with by another more powerful demon or summoner.” He cites that from another book called the ‘Creatures of the other Realm’. “Yes, in my case a warlock has cursed me with the disability to orgasm unless being allowed to do so.” The succubus says.

“Interesting, did that guy also do anything to your sister?” “No.” Normally one would ask why but Uklag understands perfectly why one would go out of their way to punish only Aelana. But with that morning talk done the day begins.

First Uklag grabs his staff and then he dresses himself in whatever of the smugglers clothes fit him. He comes out with a pair of leather boots, wide brown pants and a short sleeved dirty shirt. Altogether it wasn’t very good and didn’t feel comfortable but he wouldn’t run around in a ****’s gown for another day, even if it was made of silk.

“What now, Master Uklag?” Analea asks him. “We leave the city. If I need to summon a Demon Lord the necessary ritual will take a lot more space than I have here. Also i need to store the ingredients safely. What i need is a base.” He recalls the map of the known world depicted in the ‘Womans World View.’ And ponders over his options.

He could leave Estara, but doing so would mean he is cut from the resources that flow through a nation as powerful as it is. No, Estara will do fine, even if the military is a serious threat. With that he thinks about the better detailed map of ‘Geology, Landmarks and the overall structure of Estara’.

From Orstead he can only go north or east, as the city laid on the southwest border of the queendom. A quick thought later he knows exactly where to go. Two week’s travel from Orstead stands a mountain. It isn’t an impressive mountain in itself, pretty flat and wide, but what was remarkable about it was the lower areas and the nearby forest had a ridiculous amount of caves. It’s almost like the rock there decided to be a sponge instead, or at least that’s what the book said.

“Okay, here is the plan – You two hide your true nature and we leave the city. Then we walk east towards a mountain named Wekgrond. Should take us a month or so.” The difference in time comes from Uklag calculating the extra distance they have to walk to avoid big villages and cities on the way. Aelana raises her hand. “What makes you think we can simply walk out of the city? A noble was just murdered by somebody using a stake and our powers aren’t as effective against women.” Good Point, but Uklag just smiles “If you think you are the only ones with the power to change other peoples’ minds you are gravely mistaken.”

It is not until the city gate that the trio is stopped by guards, proving Uklag's words absolutely true. The succubus have assumed forms of women they had met at earlier times in this realm, however the clothing issue had to be resolved using Illusions. As it turned out the dress had been a lie and so are the current ones.

“Stand still.” The Guard, a woman with curly black hair and dark eyes in full armour says. Her spear glints menacingly in the morning light but Uklag doesn’t care about that. The Guard turns to Analea. “You may want to tell your guide here to that it is unfit for men to walk in front of women with such an arrogant grin on his face. It is uncalled for in the superior Estarian culture.”

“Will do, good soldier. He will be punished severely once we get home.” The Guards seems to be happy at that and they step out of the city. Once out of hearing range Aelana speaks up. “You are skilled in Alteration as well?” she asks with honest surprise. “Yes, although it is my worst skill by far, i don't particularly like the subtetly of it so i only am really skilled in the brute **** stuff, like breaking minds." He smiles sourly, he has some bad memories regarding Alteration from back home. "But thankfully you can do the Illusion bit by your own.” With that he stops the spell that he projected around them.

“How old are you again?” “31.” Uklag answers “Is it unusual for a guy my age to be able to cast all schools of magic? Come on, flatter me more, because I totally don’t know that.” He is in a really good mood, although the spell has taken a toll on his stamina. Every time a guard had approached them, and because of his unusual skin colour those were quite a lot, he had altered their mind to not think of the trio of being able to **** even a fly.

Which is why the last Guard actually said something rather than turning around halfway. “We will rest in about two hours, you two beauties can assume your original forms once we leave the street.”