Vanadis And Viramare

Everything had gone to shit. It was supposed to be an easy job. A quick payday. Van and his team were going to head out to find this rogue Warlock, take him out, and grab up the generous bounty. Why Van and the team thought everything would be as simple as that… Who knows? Too many easy jobs? Too long on the road without a break between jobs? Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter anymore.

Van’s party had caught the Warlock in the middle of a dark ritual, and before anyone realized what exactly the Warlock was doing, his chanting grew to a fever pitch before cutting off abruptly. A moment of complete silence and stillness, before the Warlocks body ballooned out in grotesque ways. His arms and chest more than doubled in size as he turned faster than Van’s party could react, using his oversized arms turned claws to rip through their party's front liner.

“NEERA! NO!!” Van screamed as Neera’s body crumpled where it stood, her throat torn out completely. As if time had stopped, Van’s scream seemed to snap everyone else into motion. Kahl, wizard extraordinaire, began casting a spell. Tiwin, the group's rogue, started to fling knives with unerring accuracy at the Warlock's face, forcing it to use its rippling arms to block the incoming blades. Tal’keen, the elven scout and ranger dashed to Neera’s body, pulling it to her and cradling it close as tears streamed down her face, knowing that no amount of healing could help her friend and lover now.

Van jumped forward to swing his sword down with all his strength at the abomination before him, only for his sword to be stopped by the same arm that had been fending off Tiwin’s daggers. “Tal!” Screamed Van, “We need you right now!” The Warlock was obviously possessed by a demon, and it seemed to be gaining more control and power as the seconds passed during this fight. The weird transformation of the Warlock was affecting more and more of its body, and the Demon was moving with more and more alacrity and speed. Van’s sword was stuck in its arm, and Tiwin had just run out of daggers to throw. The demon grinned maliciously as the daggers stopped coming and it started to raise its arm, lifting Van along with it. As it drew back its other arm to kill Van, a blue flash of light blasted across the room. Kahl had finished his casting. Magical chains erupted from the floor, flooding up and ensnaring the Demon, forcing it to its knees and bringing its arms to the floor. Vans sword was still stuck though, and Tiwin was running to grab a couple of his daggers that had fallen to the floor. The Demon's muscles strained against the chains, and cracks could be seen appearing along those chains. Even pulling with all of his might, Van’s sword was still stuck fast in the demonic arm, and as links of the chains started to break, Van thought that his end had finally come and closed his eyes. A feral scream rang out and hot blood sprayed across Van’s face. Van’s eyes slowly opened to find the demon on its back, Tal’keen with her knees on the Demon's chest, her face still in a rictus of hate and her hands tightly gripping an arrow that was firmly planted in the Demon’s eye. Van released his grip on his sword, falling backwards and splayed out as he allowed himself to relax. Van knew that the sounds of Tal’keen continuously stabbing the corpse of the Demon as she sobbed over the of her lover would never leave him.

That mission was the last one that Van and his team would do together. After everyone collected the bounty from their near calamitous job, Tal’keen retired and took Neera’s body to bring back to her homeland over in the great forests of the east. Kahl and Tiwin wanted to head back towards the capital to spend their hard earned money in luxury that only a major city on the continent could provide. As for Van? That last bounty had driven home just how fleeting life could be, so he decided that he would take his nest egg that he had been saving up for his own retirement and use it to really enjoy life to the fullest. You only live once, right?

A few months have passed, and Van has been traveling from town to town, experiencing everything he can using the money that he has accumulated over his career as an adventurer. Going through some of the most prolific brothels and gambling dens in the kingdom, Van had been feeling a sense of being unfulfilled before hearing about a rumor of a Dragonmans Gambling Den. Deciding to check it out for himself, he traveled to the town of Blue Ridge and found that the rumors were true! He found his way to Viramare’s Lair, an adult lounge with gambling as the main draw. His large bets and penchant for excess drew Viramares attention and started Van’s latest adventure…

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hello everyone! And thank you for checking out my story! This is my first foray into a Choose Your Own Adventure style story, so while I definitely have a direction already semi planned out in my head, I would absolutely love to hear of any ideas and or criticisms that you all may have. This story WILL also have some character development and world building, so wont always have ridiculously hot femboy/futa/shemale/sissy action, but still hope you all enjoy it nonetheless and don't hate me too much for those inevitable chapters. =P So please, Like the chapters you enjoy, and either comment or message me with things that you would like to see (whether that be fetishes that interest you, or character species or types, or anything else that you all think of) in future chapters, or if you have any critiques. Enjoy the story! <3