The badly injured War Mother

War Mother Gisella stands in the doorway of the laundry. She has scratches down her face and her cloak is torn away form her breast, exposing much of the pale softness of her bosom.

"War Mother," you gasp, looking up at Gisella and realizing that she is badly wounded.

"There is no time," she says, helping you to your feet with a pained expression. "We've been betrayed and the abbey is under attack from within. You must escape. My horse is tacked and waiting in the stable. Ride to the abbey at..."

She sags against the door and you see the blood darkening her blue cloak and dripping onto the floor at her feet. You help her upright. You are still feeling the effects of the imp's venom, but the sudden appearance of the wounded War Mother has gone a long way to sobering your mind.

"The High Abbey at Gerlangen," says the War Mother. "Take this."

The War Mother passes you the ornate, double-edged blade that you recognize as the sword of Saint Magdalena, the virgin martyr. It is centuries old and carefully preserved. Now its white blade is stained with the blood of daemons. It is heavy in your hands.

"It is the relic sword of our order," says the War Mother. "Guard it with your life and take it to the Supreme War Mother in Gerlangen. You did not abandon your oath did you?"

"Nearly, War Mother," you say, your voice trembling with shame.

"Hold fast. You are the only hope of our order. The Supreme War Mother must be warned that Thoros has returned." She pushes you to the door. "No more talk. Go."

"Come with me!" you cry, hearing the sounds of battle and, worse, the sounds of fornication.

"I must stay with the abbey. Sister Helena is leading the neophytes to safety and I must buy them time." She kisses you on the lips. "Go, daughter. Go and be strong. This is your final trial. Go!"

The War Mother does not look back as she draws another knife from her belt and sets off in the direction of the noise from the dining hall. Most of the abbey must have been gathered for your feast when they were attacked. How could this happen? Who could possibly do such a terrible thing?

You do not linger outside the laundry. You escape through the cells of the faculty and reach the door to the abbey's library. You stop, hearing a sound that sends a chill up your back. It is a slap of flesh upon flesh with a trace of a wet slurping sound and the breathless panting of a woman.

You lean your head into the library just enough to see that the sister librarian, Constance, is naked and being ravished by a fiend. The beautiful, fair-haired woman is young for a full sister, only a few years older than you, with plump breasts that dangle and swing beneath her bent body. Her gown hangs in scraps from her pale nudity and her head bounces like that of a shaken ragdoll. The creature behind her resembles a man and a crocodile combined. Its long snout is open and hissing with pleasure as it holds her hips and ruts a huge, pale-gray cock in and out of her quim.

With the sword of Saint Magdalena in your hands, you feel as if you could save Constance and cleave the demon in half. However, this creature is no imp, it is a hulking brute and it was strong enough to overpower Constance. You are not even a full sister. Perhaps it would be better to stay behind the books and sneak past this carnal scene to make your escape.