The Conversation

 I try (often fail given my standard play group) to keep magical realm out of my campaigns, but the world is the same that my porn  "comic?" characters come from, so this is canon to Olidarc/western marches of Granleon/DungeonPunk setting.

THE CONVERSATION

"I, Dark Mistress Ennyo, queen of shadow and flame, hath been summoned to meet with the High Incantrix of Granleon. She clearly sensed my great power from across the realm and wanted to entreat with me; likely to obtain knowledge of my Love Spark: Seven Waves of Heart Pounding Destruction. The trip was long, two whole days across the treacherous roads but my mighty steed Ansarlax carried me with great haste. However, arriving at her lair was but the first trial I faced. Soon I was stopped by the dark knights that guarded entry. But they sensed my power and station and allowed me entry. Then her great general, understanding who I am and why I was here escorted me to her inner sanctum. Now I wait for her arrival, sitting at an immense ornate table of carved mahogany and sandalwood, set for a meal. Yes. good. It is only right that she offer me a meal after such a trip."

The small girl sat idly at the table, her petite frame dwarfed by the immense sandalwood chairs. She looked around confused by the décor. This is the inner sanctum of the high incantrix is it not? But it seemed to be a simple dining hall. Her attention was called to a door on the far side of the room. A woman of impressive build with more than enough curves bounced into the room, her mane of golden curls catching the light with every step. Using some sort of magic that Ennyo sensed, she pulled a tea cart along with her across the room. This is Her Grace, Lady Sharlene Dawnbreak Talos Renaud Granleon. The simple attire of a blouse and skirt could not hide the fact that she had to be the High Incantrix.

Ennyo took the moment given by Sharlene crossing the room to study the spell, quickly identifying it as a telekineses spell. "Using third tier magic just to move a tea tray? A show of dominance. Clearly a woman of pride and power. I must respond in kind." Ennyo stood, about to take a dramatic pose and to introduce herself, but Sharlene cut her off.

In a voice of motherly sweetness, Sharlene welcomed Ennyo. "No, no. You don't have to. Just take a seat. Let me pour you some tea."

Ennyo returns to her seat, and allowed Sharlene to pour the tea. Still using her magic Sharlene moved the cups into place, poured the tea, and retrieved two slices of strawberry cake, one for each. Ennyo's exposed eye lit up at the sight of the treat.

"Please enjoy. Your trip must have been rough."

"This level of cordiality, it must be a ploy to keep me off guard." Ennyo took a sip of the tea. Minty and sweet, with a hint of heavy cream. Very enjoyable. Ennyo felt herself relaxing then steeled herself "No, Ennyo, you must remain in control."

"Ennyo, was it? Fenton tells me that's a nickname, so what's your full name?"

Ennyo stood, taking a dramatic pose. Her chair toppling over but being caught by Sharlene's telekinesis and replaced "Of course. I am Shadow Mistress Ennyo, Witch-Queen of Fire and Death!"

"I'm sorry." This caught Sharlene off guard for a moment, but recalled something Fen said about Ennyo. "She is overly theatrical and gets lost in her own fantasies." Sharlene then spoke again "Nonono no, please. Your real name."

"I cannot give her my truename. That would grant her too much power over me." Posing again, in an even more exaggerated pose. "Blackened-Eye Ennyo, Harbinger of the World's Final Breath."

Sharlene looked into her tea for a moment and let out an exasperated sigh. "I doubt that is your actual name."

Taking another, almost impossible pose, Ennyo quickly tried to cast a cantrip to enhance her speech but was cut off with a counterspell right as she spoke "Herald of the..."

Sharlene, pinching the bridge of her nose, and speaking in a frustrated tone only a mother can produce, "What does your mother call you when she's angry with you?"

As if a bucket of freezing cold water was dumped on her, the fire in Ennyo was put out. She sunk into her seat and took her cup of tea. Ennyo's posture had changed. Her slight build went from false bravado to a complete understanding of the situation. She was sitting at a dinner table with the former marchioness of the region, and mother of her closest friend... the man she loved. Her voice came out in an almost whisper. "... Enayah ibn Isk... d.. ib ... arkal... temul..."

"Louder dear, I can hardly hear you."

"I'm sorry ma'am. My full name is Enayah ibn Iskandar ibn Arik al-Temmul."

Sharlene, in that moment realized she had won a battle of egos with the younger girl. Grinning into her tea she looked up to catch Ennyo's gaze. With a bright and earnest smile she thanked the girl. "Thank you miss Enayah. Or would you prefer Ennyo?"

"Ennyo please."

"Very well. Your name, Is it Jolsyan? Maybe southron trade?"

"Southron trade, well, Kessendran to be exact ma'am. Mother was a desert raider before she marrie..." Ennyo was quickly cut off by a very excited Sharlene.

"Wait wait wait! Temmul. Iskandar, southron trade... Alexander and-and your mother a desert raider." Sharlene nearly dropped her tea, catching herself and setting it down only spilling a little bit.

"Ma'am?"

Sharlene nearly squealed in her excitement "Is your father Sir Alexander Trueheart?"

Perplexed by this Ennyo cocked her head, relaxing a bit. Sharlene wasn't nearly as intimidating as she first thought. But this was odd. "Uhm... yes? Mother insisted that I be given a traditional kessendran name."

Sharlene placing her hands in front of her showing her palms while almost bouncing in her seat. "Just so we're crystal clear. That means your father is the Knight Protector of Temmul?!"

"Yes ma'am."

Grinning ear-to-ear, and fighting back a desire to hug the girl. That would just scare her to bits, Sharlene took a moment to collect herself. Dabbing up the spilled tea with a small towel, and taking a bite of her cake. "Where do you sit in the inheritance."

"I'm the youngest of four, to father's second wife. And Tyrel, and my nearest older brother, is already in his 30s." Ennyo's voice dropped, looking into her tea as she said the next part. "I might be able to win the title of knight errant if I really fight for it."

"What excellent news!"

This snapped Ennyo out of her moment. "Huh? How?"

Sharlene noted Ennyo's question and set it aside. Now that this issue was cleared, she had more pressing matters to take care of. Powering forward with her own line of questions. "How long have you and Fen been having sex?"

"I... uh... what?" Stunned by the question, Ennyo barely got out her words.

"You know, Fen. Lord Fenton Tehfanus Sunset Granleon, Knight Protector of White Bridge. Also known as the hero of the borderlands Fen Sundowner. My son. The short red haired boy, thick thighs, a cute ass, and a dick to write sonnets about." Sharlene took a sip from her tea. "That should shake things up a bit."

Unable to process this, Ennyo sputtered.

"How long have you two been fucking? Come on, honey. It's a simple enough question."

Ennyo sputtered out some nonsense trying to form words, fidgeting in the chair and looking around the room as if trying to find a direction she could bolt and finding nothing. "I... uh. We... a.."

Sharlene giggled at the small girl's response. "She's adorable, no wonder Fen spoke so highly of her." Feeling a little frisky, she decided to try and push Ennyo's buttons more. "You are just too cute. There is no way in hell that he isn't balls deep in you every chance he gets."

Ennyo was trying her damnedest to collect herself. Even if her inner roleplay was squelched and Fen's mom was grilling her about their sex life, she still had to keep herself together. Adjusting her position in the seat and taking another sip of the tea "Fen and I are intimate at times, though not 'at every chance he gets'."

"Well, yeah. Obviously. He's insatiable but not a fiend." Leaning into the question, Sharlene's expression became serious but inquisitive. "Still. How often?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am. But why are you even asking me about this?"

"A mother's curiosity. He's an egoist and haetera, so am I actually. And that's why I want to know. Senna is a good girl and does her best to take care of him. But there is no way she's enough, and I know he leaves her to run the estate when he's on campaign."

"Aaagh! Sheesh. Okay, okay." Ennyo realized that if she didn't force herself to relax and just give Sharlene what she wanted things would get even more uncomfortable. "We met a little over a six seasons ago. I was working with father's militia using my spells to support his artillery unit fending off attacks from orks out of westwall mountains. He'd shown up at one of our camps saying he sensed the need for his magic and just started tending to our wounded. Father recognized him saying..." Ennyo looked like she was really trying hard to remember. "The exact words were 'That boy's got his mother's eyes and his father's heart.'"

Sharlene nodded sagely. "Go on."

"Father gave him the same generosity that he offered any knight of the realm. Father asked him to stick around long enough to get everyone back on their feet in case of another big raid. After about five days the orks attacked again. In the dead of the night, and the fight was long and hard."

Sharlene, enthralled by the story let out a little snirk. "Ehehe, long and hard."

"Ma'am?" For a moment the dynamic shifted, with Sharlene being childish and Ennyo chiding her for the remark.

"Go on. Tell me more."

"Throughout the battle I was lobbing fireballs and calling down my sword of vengeance against whichever ork got past the outer blockade. But after an hour we were all exhausted. Even Fen looked exhausted. He was leading the brigade of healers from the back of Irethial."

Sharlene interjected. "Five days right? You two get to know each other yet?"

"No. Father'd kept him busy either by working in the medical tents or by talking about politics, military tactics, and other noble things. Anyway, right as the night seemed lost and father was getting ready to call for a regroup, the orks fell back."

"Shit." Knowing where this is going, Sharlene cursed under her breath.

"Then without warning the ork chief-"

Sharlene cut off Ennyo. "Warboss. Orks refer to their leaders as warbosses. Continue."

"Oh. The warboss came out of the back lines riding on a giant boar into our front lines breaking them in a single charge. I moved to throw a fireball at him but I was spent. Nothing happened. I was panicking and the warboss was headed right for father's unit. Fen noticed this and rode up and grabbed me, pulling me onto his horse. I was sitting princess style across his lap, and he took off his glasses. Those big teal eyes of his glowed as he kissed me. In an instant I was rejuvenated and he brought me in close enough to use my most powerful spell. But instead of a lightning bolt, I released something more powerful. What I now call my Love Spark: Seven Waves of Heart Pounding Destruction. Seven bolts of colored lightning knocked the warboss from his mount, and father's unit where able to run him down with lances." Ennyo remembered the stench of the bodies and winced before Fen's kiss came flooding in and redness touched her cheeks.

"Nnngh." Sharlene huffed. "I love that heroic flair for the dramatic he has. He gets that from Harkinien."

"After that I was kinda... uhm... whats the right word for it? Hooked? And when he tried to leave I ended up following him." Ennyo's blush spread out far, not reaching her ears but close.

"A kiss. But what about sex? I want the juicy stuff."

"We had played around a little bit within a few days of traveling together. We had made out during camp a couple times. By the end of the first week were using our mouths daily."

"That's not intercourse, dear."

"Oh. Yeah... We had actual sex for the first time in the dungeons under Majirose. He said he needed to re-cobble main street and was delving to pay for it. I followed him and we'd found a branch that lead into an orkish mine. He'd lay traps for the orks and killed many of them in their sleep with poison gas or just a silence spell and a knife. After throwing them in a panic he nicked some large gemstones from their active mine and we bolted out of there. On our way back up we found a safe zone and set up camp. It got cold, and we ended up huddled together... then... you know."

"You fucked."

Ennyo, blushing ear to ear, trying desperately to avoid Sharlene's gaze. "Yeah... and it was my first time."

"How was it?"

"I don't really have a frame of reference but it was better than his mouth or doing things on my own... and it's gotten better each time since."

"And what about the last time you two fucked?" Sharlene was pressing hard on Ennyo, wanting to know more about their relationship.

Feeling surprisingly comfortable talking about this now, Ennyo opened up "Oh, that was the night before I headed out to come here. He left for Danthalas the same time I left, saying he was gonna be away for a month to meet with... uhhh... what was it?... 'A pain in the ass and her giant octopus' about getting something made. Anyway. Sandy and I ambushed him in the baths at his house before he and I headed to bed."

"Sandy? That's the ooze mage, right?" Sharlene knew exactly who Sandy was, but asked none the less. Sometimes its best to ask a question you have the simple answer for and let the person answering give you the complex answer.

"Yeah, Fen and I had headed back to the Majirose a few months after first hooking up and we found her looking for the slime pits. She was beyond depressed when we informed her that the Majirose dungeon didn't have a branch leading there.

"And she lives at Fen's estate as well?" Sharlene asked, legitimately not knowing.

"Oh. no. When I'm not back home with mother and father I sleep in Fen's b.. room. But we don't actually know where Sandy lives. She's never invited us over, and claims she has a wall apartment but Senna says she's not on the tax rolls" Ennyo explained. "Uhm... Ma'am. May I ask you a question?"

"Of course honey, you can ask me anything." Sharlene was completely earnest in her response. Feeling as if there was a real rapport between her and the girl.

Tilting her head slightly, with a perplexed look on her face "Could you explain to me why was it excellent that I'm not getting any inheritance from father's estate?"

"No ties." Sharlene shifted in her seat taking a more noble posture. "The fun times talking about Fen were over. Back to politics... sigh."

"Huh?" Ennyo's perplexed expression remained.

"Oh, yeah. You probably went to the academy instead of any finishing school."

"Actually, ma'am, I apprenticed with the wise woman of mother's tribe. I'm a hedge mage."

Sharlene took a bite from the cake that had been sitting untouched during Ennyo's story, then finished her tea and refilling it with another telekinesis spell. "Same actually. I was my village wisdom's second apprentice." Noting Ennyo's tea being low, the pot floated over and refilled hers at Sharlene's command. "Your father is broadly on the same level as Fen. They're both Knight Protectors. Though, Fen is technically much higher because of Avala's position as Marchioness, but that doesn't mean a damn out here on the frontier. What it does mean is that when you two marry there's going to be nothing for your father to worry about."

"I... I, I, da... WHAT?!" Ennyo stammered and yelled. Sharlene was barely hiding how ecstatic she was for stunning the girl again. Ennyo shouted again "M-M-M MARRY?"

"Of course. You're both nobility, you're good friends, and you're already well acquainted with the flavor of his dick. Why not marry him?"

"Oh my god! Ma'am!"

Sharlene couldn't hold back her laughter at this, even tearing up.

Still stammering Ennyo spit out "But.. but... I can't yet. We're both magi, we shouldn't be getting married for another 25 years!" Sharlene, not completely lost in her laughter was able to deduce that Ennoy had to be around 20 years old, as the average marrying age for magi is 45.

Through her laughing, Sharlene was able to get out a few words, "I was 19."

"Really?"

"Yes, honey. And I'm not saying you and Fen have to get married today. Just that we can start planning the wedding if you'd like."

Ennyo imagined herself in traditional kessendren wedding garb, loose silks and layers of veils... then Fen in the leather harness of a bridegroom... then shook her head to snap out of it.

"You were thinking about it, weren't you?"

"I... uhm... no.... Yes. But we're not going to be doing anything about least for another decade."

"So, one decade instead of two and a half? I can accept that."

"Ma'am!"

Sharlene gave out a good laugh. "We're going to get along for quite a long time, so call me Sharlene, or if you'd like mother."