Lower your sword; she is defenseless.

Chapter 4: Moonlit Meditations

Gently, you divert your sword, careful to keep blade away from your unexpected, but welcome, guest. With the other hand you gesture broadly, invitingly to the chilly, tossing waters of the pool. If she means to bathe, you will not stop her. After all, Myr's pools are not only for His chosen warriors. The cold light of the moon cleanses all. And why shouldn't it cleanse all, when the supposed unfaithful include this, bountiful specimen? If she is truly unfaithful, then Myr's blade will... well, it shouldn't come to that.

The beautiful, bountiful orc in front of you nods understandingly, stepping further into the waters, but carefully circling you so as not to get too close to your blade. Her playful smirk levels out into a warm smile, but the taunting... the teasing(?) in her eyes remains.

You sigh, watching the gentle bounce of her chest and the liquid sway of her shapely legs disappear into the pool bit by bit. Just before the waters reach the muscled swell of her upper thighs, she reaches down to her waist and pulls at the tie of leather straps above her hip. For one, fleeting moment you watch as the material loosens and threatens to expose the only part of her glistening green skin that you've yet to see, but as her hand moves to the other side you fully realize the last of her nearly-non-existent modesty is completely gone.

You glance away, eyes traveling back to your discarded armor: your own refuge of modesty. Then you see a small strap of leather tossed through the air in your peripheral vision, landing almost perfectly upon the orc's drinking gourd, her discarded leather top, and your own leathers, silver plate, and chainmail. Well...

A low, mischievous laugh pulls your attention back to the woman, and all you see in the moment is the brief, tantalizing flash of two green cheeks disappearing beneath the shallow waves of your god's bathing pool.

Your ears pound with the racing of your heartbeat, loud even beneath the roar of the falls. Courage propels you forward, eager to take advantage of the distraction and reclaim your armor. The water behind you splashes distantly as you finally bring yourself back to the rim of the pool's basin.

You emerge deftly onto the shore, and what sounds like a low, appreciative whistle rings from the pool behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you catch the orc woman standing beneath the falls, her naked body soaking wet, glistening, shapely... taut... It pulls your head deeper in her direction. You see the orc grinning, her smooth torso stretching skywards as one hand caresses her firm, scarred breast, stopping only briefly at her nipple before continuing down her muscled abdomen to her wide, inviting hips.

Inviting?

Inviting. Yes, truly. You allow yourself a momentary chuckle, shaking your head firmly. You wish you were back in the waters, certainly, but you have meditations to which you must attend. This, of course, is part of them. The glow of your blade's moonstone... The twinkle... The pulse... Myr knows. You know. The true path is in the slow, cold glimmer of the moonlight. And you are so close to the moonlight. You successfully fortify your mind against the temptations of the present, and each slow, solemn breath sinks you deeper into Myr's holy twilight.

You turn around to fully face the falls and the pool. You no longer need to think about the guest you've invited to share His waters. Deep breaths. Slow Breaths. You lower yourself down into the shallows, resting your legs upon your designated spot and balancing His blade across the breadth of your spread knees. The ripples of the pool splash your naked hips; the dimming colors of the sky relax your flustered thoughts. The provocative lady in the water fans the flame in your loins. You cup your hands in open prayer.

"Myr-be-praised," you whisper excitedly, watching the naked woman as she tantalizingly splashes and anoints herself in His holy waters. Her golden glare meets your sight again, and your breaths become piercingly shallow. You close your eyes tightly against the rising temptation, and you smile. You imagine your hands - your mouth - on her bare hips, her bare chest, her bare...

No. Not yet.

Myr. I have followed the light. You begin your meditations. In your mind's eye you see the glowing, unblemished disc of the full moon. It twinkles in your receding consciousness. Your thoughts turn immediately upon the orc, and the outer disc of the moon dims somewhat, but there is a bright spark upon the center.

Myr, is this beauty... Your mind begins, but it is lost in a sudden, glowing haze. It is a maze-like, twisting vision... Then you are clear; you are centering yourself. For an unknowable while you are absent from reality, completely ****, stricken by your holy communion. But, intrinsically, you know your faith, your trust, is never misplaced.

The slow, warming glow of your mind expands into a calming sky of brilliant stars and a singular full moon. Through the center of the twilit gloam pierces a scintillating star of scarlet. Then the blood-red star erupts, shattering into a dozen or more meteoric flashes of crimson.

No...

A cold splash upon your chest, thighs, and cheeks draws you suddenly - gaspingly - out of your reverie. The gloaming sky within your thoughts dissipates and your memories blur and swirl as if waking from a deep dream. At last your eyes open, placidly and welcomingly, upon a naked, green-skinned beauty, now only a few paces from you. She tilts her pretty face in concern, and her bare, mountainous breasts sparkle with the glistening dew-drops of Myr's bathing pool.

In your mind's eye, it feels like hours have passed since last you looked upon this shapely woman. It is almost as if you were looking upon a friend you've not seen in years. In your heart - in your earthly mind - you know it was significantly less time than that. Despite that she is still as enticing as she's ever been, and your lower body shows it. Despite your inevitable arousal, you have been given clarity, you have been given presence.

In your vision you catch her tautly-muscled arm in the act of receding amidst the tell-tale ripples beneath her motion. Of course, it was she who splashed His frigid waters upon your meditative frame. Even now, she is exquisitely beautiful, and so is the full moon receding in the depths of your mind's eye. You want to know her.

"Thane," you utter at last, pressing your hand to your chest. "What is your name?"

You look first upon her lovely face, framed by thick, wet strands of her earthen hair. The powdery war-paint on her cheek - and her thick thighs - seems impervious to the waters, and it tempts you to keep your gaze low. You catch a quick glimpse of her full, bountiful breasts, and that trail leads you back down her sculpted, glistening abdomen to the bare, shining mound of her... Ah...

Wait! The tantalizing thought is met with a flash of red.

The crimson star... The meteorites...

Myr. Our enemies are slain...(?)

The moonstone flashes.

No! No, they are here!

You hear it!