[K T Ong]

Before long, the Magnificently Malevolent T'zaletect arrived at the busy city of Sommerlund, wherein resided Khadgar the Archmage of Seven Rings. Sommerlund was a city situated at the only mountain pass between the northern and the southern regions of the continent, the two regions being otherwise separated by an immense chain of mountains so tall that not even the mightiest dragons could fly over them. All trade routes between the two regions invariably passed through this city. If it could be captured, the Dark Knight and his forces would at once have full access to the cities of the south. Sommerlund was therefore all that stood between the Dark Knight and the people of the southern lands. StoneRock the Beloved High Priest of Clangeddin was fully aware of this -- which was why he had an outpost erected in Sommerlund and appointed a dozen of his most powerful clerics to be stationed there to stand guard against any intrusions launched by the forces of darkness.

As T'zaletect swaggered towards the town gates, two strongly built dwarves barred his way, each holding a large warhammer which glowed a bright blue.

"Halt!" cried one of the dwarves. "Who approaches?"

"It is I, the Magnificently Malevolent T'zaletect," hissed the demon as he bared his row of gleaming fangs. "Tonight I shall make an end of you and your city! Prepare to die!"

T'zaletect breathed an enormous jet of toxic fumes right through the town gate. So monstrously venomous were the greenish fumes that several trees nearby instantly withered as soon as they were touched by the gas. Greatly alarmed, the dwarves quickly swung their hammers around and around in a circle while sounding the alarm. As they spun their hammers, a fierce gale blew from them and drove back the vapors upon their source. T'zaletect screamed with pain as the green cloud engulfed him and began to burn his flesh. When the death-fog cleared, the scarred demon saw that the gates were now tightly closed.

"A thousand curses upon you!" hollered the furious demon.

As he pondered his next move, he saw a tall woman approaching. The female creature's voluptuous figure was dressed in the barest clothing; only the narrowest strips of garment concealed her loins and large, round breasts. The face was unnaturally beautiful, but an evil sparkle could be seen in the ice-blue eyes. Who was she? He would have slain her outright, but something about her aura made him hesitate...

"Did his Royal Highness the Dark Knight send you to destroy this city?" purred the woman as she rubbed a hand across a creamy white thigh.

"Who are you, wench?" snarled the demon. "Tired of living?"

"It would be well advised of you to adopt a more polite turn of speech, fool," warned the woman with an icy sparkle in her eyes. "His Royal Highness sent me to aid you. In his great wisdom he realised that where brute force fails to prevail, a healthy dose of feminine seduction ought to do the work... Oh, and you may address me as Cammy, Daughter of Hecate..."

[ 07-27-2002, 06:21 AM: Message edited by: K T Ong ]