The citadel interests you.

The monastery, you look at it and are drawn to it. Yet, you know that if you go there you will be forever changed, and not for the better. You desire the distractions of the citadel to keep you from using your new powers.

The walls and gates of the city are an impressive black basalt. As you approach, you wonder how you'll get inside. But, as you get a little closer the gates swing open.

A fat well dressed man greets you. "Welcome to Aldita, treasure hunters! You'll find many fine inns, and brothels..." He winks at the men. "In our fine city. Come in, come in."

The city gates close behind you. Nadine asks for a recommendation of an inn and is told 'The Swift Fox' would be the place for upscale travelers like you. Out of the corner of your eye you notice an attractive strumpet handing a card to Grayboar.

As you walk toward the Swift Fox, you can almost feel the darkness that hides within this city. You'll need to warn the others to keep them safe.

You arrive and check in at The Swift Fox. You and your comrades gather in the bar.

"We need to be careful here." You exclaim. "I sense a darkness about this place, we should not stay here long."

Grayboar sighs, "Darn shame, I was hoping to have a go at that brothel."

You retire to your rooms vowing to buy supplies and leave this place as soon as possible. You fall asleep and dream.

You see Grayboar being held down by two orcs. A third orc forces a clear liquid down his throat. A black cloaked shamaness approaches. She is something to behold. Her black cloak clings to her voluptuous body leaving little to the imagination. Her gravity defying tits are enormous even for an Orc. She sees Grayboars impressive erection and smiles, her lengthy tongue nearly reaching one of her tusks.

She makes a gesture and the third Orc begins to undress Grayboars. With a nearly running start she yells, "Fucnow!" and impales herself on Grayboars rod. The two orcs holding Grayboars down release him and begin to chant. The shamaness feverishly rides Grayboar and he is clearly ready to cum.

The chant becomes more intense and the the third Orc readies an dark brackish bowl of goo. Grayboar comes and as he groans in ecstasy the third Orc forces the brackish mix down his throat. The shamaness hops off and laughs a throaty laugh not unlike your own. Grayboar gets up struggling he takes a few steps, then falls to the ground. He grunts and screams as his body changes. First it becomes more muscular and gains mass. Then his lengthens darkens and curls. Finally, a pair of tusks burst forth. He grunts.

The shamaness smiles. "Go, join the party, join the orgy. We must expand our clan."

The thing that was Grayboar grunts in approval and walks toward the sounds of the orgy.

You wake up from the strange dream. Caramus believes he has found the approximate location of the cloak. Your party leaves this dark citadel in the morning.

Your group rides through a mountain pass. In the distance you see a wizards tower.

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