Date: Mon, 22 Jan 2007 19:45:55 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: WARRIOR REALM 2

[READER'S NOTE; The Warrior Realm is a mythical world of witches and
warlocks. Set in no particular time period, it parallels the journey of a
young barbarian (Nomad), a young magician (Liam), and a mystical minotaur
(Hoof), as they search for self...]

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WARRIOR REALM
Chapter-2/The Barbarian and the  Magician
Pt-1
20 year old Liam and his widowed mother "Doris" were wanderers. Liam grew
up on the road, traveling with his mother from city to city with no real place
to call home. They lived by doing odd jobs. Doris usually got  work as a
house keeper while Liam would tend the grounds or the cattle. Whenever  it seemed
they got too comfortable in one place, Doris would pick  up and move to a new
city. Liam never  had any friends of his own. His mother told him as a child
that his father was  killed by a demon. Whenever Liam tried to ask questions
or got too curious about  his father, his mother would forbid him from prying. "
Your father's dead!  Talking about it won't bring him back!" --she'd say,
ending all talk about her  husband.
It was during Liam's 11th birthday that he discovered he  wasn't your normal
everyday kid. He had wild dreams, premonitions of sorts.  Sometimes they came
true, some told of people and places he never knew or saw  before. In
addition to this, he also discovered he had latent powers (of which  he could not
control). Sometimes if he was too cold, he'd accidentally cause a  fire by simply
thinking about it. Or he'd wish for something with all his might,  and
suddenly it would appear (if only briefly). When Liam told his mother about  his
strange abilities, she made him swear to never use them. She begged him to
abandon them, "for they are evil and would surely bring bad people looking for  us."
 Liam agreed to stop using his new powers due to his mother's fears.
For the next 5 years Liam kept from using his gifts. It wasn't until he  came
across a magician named "the amazing Galore" that Liam re-gained interest
in his abilities. Galore taught Liam pallor tricks, slight of hand magics
taught  to him by some of the best illusionist of his time. Liam seemed to excel
quickly  in magic, surpassing Galore and stealing his shows. People were
delighted by  Liam's unexplained tricks. For the next several years he traveled as a
magician,  hiding his true abilities under the guise of  magic.
Liam's mother became gravely ill one day, struck by a plague that killed
many in a small town they visited. It was on her death bed that Doris revealed
the truth about Liam's past. She explained that she wasn't really his mother,
that his real mother and father were slain by an evil Warlord named  Zog.
Liam's father was a Sorcerer named Lord Cornelius, his mother was the  queen
of the nation, and they ruled it together with a fair and just hand. Zog  was
a Warlock, a long time rival of Liam's father. Zog obtained a powerful orb
which enhanced his powers 10 fold, causing him to be even more powerful than
Lord Cornelius himself. Zog slay Liam's mother while in battle with Cornelius,
then while Cornelius watched his wife die a slow and painful death, Zog
finished  him off with a powerful blast which scattered Cornelius' bones to the four
 corners of the winds. Doris (the nanny) took Liam and ran for safety,
knowing  that Zog would not hesitate killing him as  well.
"Please forgive me, Liam...., but I did what I had to do...." -said  his
adoptive mother as she lay dying her last breaths. "Zog would have surely  destroyed
your entire family's legacy had I not taken you as my own. I did what  was
necessary to insure you live to continue your family's heritage. Your father
was a great man, a true king. And you are the rightful heir to his throne..." she
 said, taking his hand. "Please forgive me for betraying you all these years...
, my  son."
"I forgive  you...., mother." -said Liam, leaning over to kiss his mother's
brow. A single  tear escaped Doris' eye as she  closed them for the last time.
In an instant she was gone. Liam felt her hand go  slack, as his mother
quietly passed away before his  eyes.
She was buried in a marked grave, and mourned by a few people that had  come
to know her in the time of her sickness. Liam was left with an unknown
future, and no idea where to start his search. He'd never heard of the Overlord
Zog. But he knew that his quest to discover his family's legacy, would end with
a face off with the man that destroyed his life before it even had a chance to
 begin.
Pt-2
For the next several months Liam continued his travels, alone. He made  money
by performing magic shows and doing odd jobs for little money. Everyday he
practiced on his sorcery, trying to hone the skills he knew he'd need someday
to  defeat the man that killed his parents and stole his rightful  heritage.
One night after performing a show in Krog, Liam was confronted by a group  of
bandits that had been watching him closely. They knew the record turnout he
had for his shows, and knew he had sack full of coins in his possession. Liam
was cornered as he left the showplace he performed in  -unescorted.
"Well, well, well..., look what we have here, men! A magician!"  --said one of
the men as they cut Liam off in an alley. Witnesses quickly  disbursed, not
wanting to get involved,  "Saw your show..., I have to say, I wasn't  impressed!"
 --added the man. Liam stopped in his tracks. He was wearing a long  hooded
cape over his garments, trying to conceal his sacks  underneath.
"I am sorry to hear that...." -said Liam, registering how many  bandits were
with him in the alley. He counted eight, 4 in front, 4 in back.  "Did ALL of
you dislike the show?" --he asked,  wondering.
"Aye. Was the worse show we've seen since the dancing midgets?"  --said
another of the men, causing the lot of them to  laugh.
"Well..., I don't want to be known as a man who doesn't care what  his
audience likes or dislikes, so...., how's about a refund for you all?" asked  Liam,
reaching into his pocket to pull free 8 coins. He flipped them all to the  lead
man. The man caught the loose change, but was obviously not  satisfied.
"Surely you don't think would cover all the pain and suffering it  took to
sit through your boring show, do you?" asked the man, looking down at  the
money and then back up at Liam. The group tightened in around  him.
"What do you think would be efficient refund?" asked Liam, trying  to
negotiate. The man rubbed his stubble chin as if in  thought.
"We require your entire take!" he said, to the agreement of his  men.
"But that would leave me with nothing." --said  Liam.
"It will leave you with your life. Which do you want more?" asked  the man,
branding a large butcher knife. Liam looked around at the other men,  all
displaying weapons as well.
"Okay. You drive a hard bargain." --said Liam, opening his cape.  The men
smiled, knowing an easy payday was near. But instead of handing over his  hard
earned money, Liam raised his hand up over his head, then brought it down  fast
to reveal a large cloud of gray smoke.
"What the...?!" screamed the man. The group choked and panicked as  the smoke
rose to fill the alley in darkness. Liam used the confusion to slip by  them,
running as fast as he could towards the alley's end. Unfortunately the  main
man felt the brush of his cape as he ran by. He grabbed the cape, pulling  Liam
back into the alley with him. Liam wasn't known for his physical  attributes,
he was no match for the brute as the man roughly manhandled him,  throwing
him into the stone walls and ripping the cape from his body. The sacks  of money
fell to the ground with loud clinking sounds. The smoke cleared to show  that
the men had indeed stolen Liam's life's savings. But that wasn't enough.
For resisting, Liam would pay dearly, with his  life.
"Lo...lokk....look gentlemen, you have my money...., go, please!"  pleaded Liam,
laying on the ground defenseless.
"Too late for that, pup! You should have did what we asked when we  asked it!
Now you have to pay!"
"Ther...there's no need for violence gentlemen....!" Pleaded Liam,  crawling up
against a wall.
"We're no gentlemen, we're BANDITS!" yelled the lead man, grabbing  Liam by
his clothes as he brought the man up over head, then body slammed him  into a
pile of garbage. Another man kicked Liam in the ribs as yet another  stomped
his back. Someone ripped at his clothing, pulling his robe up to expose  his
hairless pale white buttock. A new idea quickly popped into the lead man's
head as he felt his cock begin to rise.
"Let's fuck the magician!" he yelled, getting a cheer from his  merry men of
bandits.
They kicked Liam's legs open as the lead man pulled free his hardening  cock.
He spit into the palm of his hand, then stroked his dick back and forth
until it was as hard as a tree stomp. Then he climbed down on top of Liam, aimed
his hardon up to the dazed man's tiny hole, and rammed  in.
"AAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHGGGGG!!!" screamed Liam, feeling a searing pain  shoot
through his bottom.
"Shut up and take it like a man, faggot!" yelled the man, pulling  back to
shove the rest of his cock up Liam's chute. Another blood curdling  scream
escaped Liam's lungs as the entire cock pierced his tight boy-hole to  bury deep
into his tightly packed gut.
"Fuck the faggot!" yelled the men, standing around watching as  they awaited
their turns.
The lead man was as much a brutal fuck as he was in attitude. He reared  back
with his hips until most of his fat cock slithered from Liam's squeezing
rectum, then rammed back up inside with all his might, stabbing his cock deep
into the magician's gut and causing him to scream again. "Yeah, scream bitch!
Scream like the girl you are!" teased the fucker, pumping his hips back and
forth. He fucked Liam's tight asshole hard, causing the anal walls to bleed in
protest as his cock bore through the resisting ring as if it weren't there.
Liam  felt as if he'd pass out as the fuck got rougher with each new thrust.
His  asshole stretched painfully as his gut was consistently rammed. And to add
insult to injury, the man kept biting Liam on his neck and shoulders, leaving
 teeth marks like an animal.
"Hurry up! I want a turn at the fag's butt too!" yelled one of the  men,
impatiently.
"Wait your turn!" growled the man, fucking Liam  harder.
"HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP!!" yelled Liam, calling out to  anyone.
"No one will come boy! They're all afraid to share your fate!"  laughed the
man. He grabbed the back of Liam's head and mashed it down into the  stale
garbage to shut him up. Liam felt maggots crawling into his open mouth and
nostrils as he fought to breath. The man's thrust got wilder and harder as his
cock swelled, then started spewing hot ropes of angry sperm into Liam's bleeding
fuck-hole.
"AHHH YEEESSS!!" yelled the man in satisfaction, his cock spitting  load
after load deep into the squeezing rectum. Liam felt the pulsations, but  was far
to scared to complain.
"My turn!" yelled one of the other men, his cock already out and  hard for
some raped ass.
"You'll be fucking his dead body!" --said the man, yanking his  softening
cock from the red creamed hole as he branded his knife once again. He  grabbed a
handful of Liam's hair, then yanked his head back to expose his neck,  then
he raised the knife to cut off his head.
"That's a bit dramatic, is it not?" asked a voice from out of  nowhere.
Everyone in the alley turned around to see the dark silhouette a man,  pursed atop
a black stallion down by the alley's end. "I mean, you've already  displayed
your dominance by beating up and raping the boy. Slicing off his head  while
your cum still lay warm in his gut is well over the top, do you  think?"
"Who the fuck'r you?" asked the lead man, angry to be  interrupted.
"Just a passing stranger who heard the screams. 8 against one,  kind of
uneven isn't it?" asked the man, climbing down off his stallion. The  horse
grunted, stomping his two front hooves as the man walked up into the  light.
"He's just a kid!" yelled one of the men, noticing how young the  man was.
"A dead kid! Kill him!" --said the man, turning his attention back  to Liam.
He pulled back on Liam's head, stretching his neck so it rose high and  long.
He reached back with his blade, ready to swing. Liam closed his eyes,  hoping
the slice would be painless. Suddenly he heard the man op top of him  scream.
He let go of Liam's hair just as the lad turned around to see him  holding a
bloody stub where his hand used to be. His hand holding the knife lay  beside
Liam, twitching as the last remnants of life left its dying  nerves.
"GET HIM!" yelled another man, branding a sword.
An all out fight erupted as the new comer made quick work of the men in  the
alley. Screams could be heard as each man felt the cold steel of the  stranger'
s sword slice through various parts of their bodies, they fell to the  ground
bleeding, losing blood, losing limbs, and losing hope. Soon it was just  the
man left standing. He walked over to where Liam lay. The boy was in shock,
having watched 8 men cut down in the blink of an eye. He looked up at the
newcomer, wondering if it was his turn to die.
"Are you alright?" asked the man, holding out his hand. Liam  looked at it,
then at the bodies surrounding him before grasping it. The man  helped him to
his feet. "My name is Nomad. Are you  hurt?"
"Ju...just my pride..." --said Liam, studying his saver's face.  "I'm...I'm
Liam. I'm a magician." Nomad seemed un-amused as he turned to clean off  his
blade before sheathing it back into its home. He bent down and picked up the  2
sacks of money. They were heavy with coins, well worth killing a man over.
Liam thought Nomad was going to walk away with his treasure, but the young
barbarian surprised him by tossing the sacks back at  him.
"I believe these are yours, no?"
"Yes!" --said Liam, catching the heavy sacks awkwardly before they  hit the
ground. When he looked up, Nomad was already at the alley's end, about  to
mount his horse. "Hey! Hey, where you headed?" asked Liam, running behind him  to
catch up. Nomad mounted Spades (the horse).
"I go east." --he said without looking  down.
"uh..., would you like a reward for saving me?" asked Liam, trying  to keep a
conversation going.
"No reward is necessary." --said  Nomad.
"Well, those men were Imperial Guards! There's going to be a  bounty out on
you for killing them!" warned Liam. "They'll be looking to kill  you!"
"Let them try. Nomad is not afraid of  death."
"Not afraid of death, eh?" asked Liam, skeptically. "Then what are  you
afraid of?" Nomad said nothing as he looked up into the night's sky, then  took
off on his horse without warning or so much as a  goodbye.
"Wait!" yelled Liam, watching as the horse and rider rode out of  sight. Out
of nowhere, people began to crowd back into the streets. Onlookers  crept
into the alley to see the slaughter. Liam knew he'd best take his leave  before
more guards appeared.
Pt-2
Nomad rode his horse out of the city and into the surrounding dessert
forest. He galloped along, trying to get as much distance between him and the  world
as possible. He was still feeling the pain of losing his riding mate  friend
and lover, -Gordan.
He rode until he found a quaint place to bed down. He dismounted his  horse,
allowing Spades a moment to rest. Nomad scouted the area for dangers,  then
collected himself some wood to build a fire. He pulled a dead rabbit from  his
sack, and cooked it over the open flame. Spades grazed on nearby vegetation  as
Nomad ripped off a piece of cooked meat and began to eat. He only got a few
bites before he heard a disturbance behind him. He quickly reached for his
sword, then pounced into fighting stance.
"Hold it! It's just me!" yelled a voice from the dark. Nomad  continued to
hold his sword as Liam came into the clearing. Nomad relaxed,  stabbing his
sword into the ground for safe keeping and easy access if  needed.
"What are YOU doing here?" he asked, as the 20 year old walked up  holding
his gray horse by the belt.
"Well, I watched you leave town, then realized the Imperial Police  will be
looking for me as well for the murders of their guards. So I decided to  follow
your trail. Maybe we can be travel  buddies?"
"I don't think so." --said Nomad, turning his back as he walked  back
towards his fire.
"Why not?" asked Liam, running up behind him. "It'll be cool! With  my
brains and your brawn, we could go far!"
"I need no partners." --said Nomad, taking a seat as he reached for  another
slab of meat.
"How about I pay for your services? I can pay you to take me to  see lord Zog!
"
"Lord Zog? Why would you want to see him?" asked Nomad, biting  into the
animal flesh.
"I plan to kill him!" --said Liam.
"Kill him?" asked Nomad, surprised.  "YOU?"
"Yes, ME!" --answered Liam, insulted. "You don't think I  could?"
"Lord Zog is a powerful Wizard, surrounded by a vast untold number  of
troops. You couldn't even defend yourself against 8 men trying to rob you!"
laughed Nomad, rudely.
"Fuck you!" yelled Liam, throwing his hands in the barbarian's  direction. A
burst of fire and explosions erupted at Nomad, causing him to jump  up and
take quick cover. Liam saw the over display of power, and quickly  disbursed it
before it got too far out of hand. By then Nomad had already  gripped him up
by his neck, choking him with one  hand.
"How did you do that?" he asked,  angrily.
"I...I, I told you....I'm a magician!" chocked Liam, unable to  breathe. Nomad
threw him to the ground on his sore  bottom.
"You think polar tricks will stop Zog and his army? Are you mad,  magician?
Do you want to die?" yelled Nomad.
"Zog killed my family, took my father's kingdom, and my rightful  place as
Lord and Ruler! I will not rest until his bones are dust beneath my  feet!"
yelled Liam, emotionally. Nomad felt his skin crawl as thoughts of  Gordan's
bones turning to dust entered his  mind.
"Bold words for someone in no position to carry out such boasts!  Tell me
Magician, how exactly do you plan to kill Zog? He is said to be all  powerful,
all seeing, and all knowing! Just the mere mention of his name rings  in his
ears! He'll know you were coming before you ever step foot in his  castle!"
"That is not his castle! It belongs to my family!" yelled Liam,  jumping to
his feet. Nomad looked him over with a weary  eye.
"You'll never make it up to the gates." -insisted Nomad, returning  to his
fire and his meal.
"That's why I need you!" --said Liam, following  him.
"I don't do suicide missions." --said Nomad, picking another piece  of
rabbit. Liam licked his lips hungrily as the barbarian bit into the cooked  flesh.
"You fought those bandits..., they were guards of Zog. You've  already started
a war against him and his men, rather you know it or not."  --informed Liam.
Nomad said nothing as he stared into the gleam of the  fire.
"Zog's men killed my family too. My mother, my father, my entire  village,
enslaving me and my friends when we were but children. I saw many of  them die
before they even reached puberty." He looked over at Liam, his face a  sexy
mixture of pain and anger. "Zog deserves to die, his armies have killed  many
and left orphans of us all! I would gladly join you in your fight, but 2 is  no
match against an army!"
"Then we build an army of our own!" insisted Liam, feeling the  heart.
"And how are we to do that?" asked Nomad, skeptically. "You're  crazy,
magician!" he added, looking back into the fire. His face suddenly turned  serious
as he thought about everything he's ever loved being taken away from  him.
Without Gordan, without his parents, there was nothing left for him in this
world. He turned back towards Liam, locking eyes. "Okay. Let's build our own
army!" he agreed. Liam smiled as both men laughed aloud.
"Would you mind sharing some of that rabbit?" asked Liam, his  stomach
growling hungrily. Nomad ripped him off a healthy piece and tossed it to  him.
"That meat comes with a price." --smiled Nomad, grabbing his dick  through
his garb. Fortunately Liam had experience with pleasing men for a price.
During the journey with his mother, she often sold herself for extra  change
or shelter so they could eat. Most times she was able to secure the funds  on
her own, but sometimes the clients wasn't interested in female companionship,
sometimes they preferred Liam.
>From as early as he could remember, Liam had learned to satisfy men and
their cardinal needs. His mother had taught him how to survive by selling
whatever he had to offer. Liam learned early how to suck a man's penis, and take
their huge phalluses in his tiny anus. But once his magical talents kicked in,
he learned he could make more money by performing than by selling his body
parts.
Nomad sat back against a fallen log as Liam pulled his garb out of the  way
to expose his rising manhood. Nomad's cock rose to full mass as Liam licked
about the head before taking over half into his mouth. Liam bobbed his head up
and down, sucking hard along the shaft as he worked to please his comrade.
Nomad  knew the boy had experience once he felt his cock disappear down into his
throat. Nomad tried to stifle a groan as Liam buried his face in his groin,
the  entire cock fully lodged deep within his gullet as his lips suckled
against the  base.
"Yesss...., you will make a great companion...." Moaned Nomad, closing  his
eyes as he thought of Gordan the warrior  bandit.
Liam sucked harder, feeling the cock start to throb. Nomad's hand  wandered
from Liam's mop top curly hair, down across his shoulders and down to  his
succulent ass. Liam felt Nomad's curious fingers toy with his sore  butt-hole,
pushing into the numb opening which still leaked remnants of his  assailant's
seed.
"Next time...., I promise...." --said Liam, lifting his head up off the
throbbing cock.
Nomad knew the magician's ass still hurt from the rape, and decided to  obey
his wishes by allowing his anus safe passage for tonight. Nomad lay his  head
back as he rested and enjoyed the feel of the man's mouth and throat along
the length of his phallus. Liam sucked and slobbered until he felt Nomad's body
stiffen and his cock swell. All at once he felt the explosion of semen enter
his  mouth, filling his oral cavity with a burst of nutty cum. Liam quickly
swallowed  it, then continued to suck duty bound. Nomad lay back on the ground,
feeling his  dick soften in the man's mouth as he cleaned off his penis with
his talented  mouth. In no time he was asleep, his brawny barbarian body warm
by the fire with  his belly full and his balls empty. Tomorrow will be the
first day of their  journey, a journey into the unknown to face the uncertain.
Tomorrow will  separate the men from the  boys.