Meeting Lae'zel

Shadowheart stumbled through the next room, still getting her bearings. While it still stung, she was slowly getting used to the throbbing in her head. She wanted that damned thing out as soon as possible, but she would be able to bear it for now. Searching for anyway off this thing, she ended up on the balcony. Which is when she realized where the damned thing had taken her.

"Avernus..." She muttered, her voice drenched in fear.

The fiery hellscape was unmistakable. Volcanoes dotted the landscape, spewing lava everywhere. Pillars of smoke rose from natural and artificial sources alike. Flocks of imps flying towards the nautiloid, no doubt thinking of nothing but blood and sex. The smell was the most horrid part, though. Ash and ****, decay and sweat. It was putrid, and it instantly filled Shadowheart with dread. She was so distracted by the view that she did not notice the figure watching her from above.

It was too late when Shadowheart finally spotted the armored woman. Leaping over her, she deftly landed next to her. Her armor was silver, dotted with shining red rubies. Her sword was made of a similar metal, the blade now pointed directly at Shadowheart's throat. However, the detail that the cleric focused on most was the warrior's appearance. Pointed ears, large black freckles, and green skin.

This thing was a gith! Shadowheart knew that their barbaric race saw every other has no better than insects. She had no doubt that this thing would sooner kill her than hear a word she said. Especially if it knew what she had stolen...

"Abomination!" the githyanki growled. "This is your end." Her voice was cold and calculating, and Shadowheart braced for the worst.

Before she can swing her sword, though, the throbbing in both of their heads amplified tenfold. Visions rushed past Shadowheart's eyes as if they were her own memories. A dragon's wing. A silver sword. And a flash of her own face seen through the gith's eyes.

"My head... what is this... ngh!" The warrior groaned, lowering her weapon. Eventually, realization crossed her face. "Tsk'va. You are no thrall. _Vlaakith _blesses me this day! Together we might survive."

"Together?" Shadowheart grumbled, taking a step back. "I didn't expect someone... like you to be so open to cooperation."

"Working with the lesser races is certainly a last resort," the woman replied. "But on a _ghaik _ship so deep in Avernus... the situation seems to demand it. Especially with a horde of imps blocking the way forward." Pointing with her sword, she led Shadowheart's eyes to the next room. The gith was correct. There were at least four imps huddled on the ground, feasting on a corpse. They would be a tall order to fell alone.

"Together it is then," the cleric reluctantly agreed. She knew the savage gith would stab her in the back first chance she got, but supposed for now she was her best bet for survival. "My name is Shadowheart. May I ask for yours?"

"I doubt our partnership will last long enough for such formalities," the warrior replied, readying her sword. "But if you must, you may call me Lae'zel."

"Lae'zel," Shadowheart said, trying the name out. "So how do you want to-"

The cleric's words caught in her throat as the gith turned around. Her armor was... well, the coverage was limited to the front. Almost all of Lae'zel's ass was on display, covered only by her rather skimpy undergarments. Despite the danger of the situation, Shadowheart could not help but stare at her new ally. Her green cheeks were toned and firm, no doubt from years of martial training. Pretty soon, the ache in her head was matched by one between her legs.

"Why do you delay!" Lae'zel shouted, snapping her companion out of her horny stupor. "We need to attack!"

Shadowheart nodded embarrassingly, joining the gith as they ran at the surprised imps.