Family Drama: Fight for Sinterobe

Chapter 1

Sinterians

In a place far away, known by the name Sinterobe, the state of normality is to be born as beings of necromancy. Some of the more powerful beings of Sorcery proved their dominance to those who fell short of their sorcery strength by way of a portal, in which the gift of necromancy passes through. The portal of Kai.

Those who are of lesser power suffer the consequences of what their fate handed to them.

This has not happened before, Ino said as he addressed the citizens of Sinterobe. If we let it stay, then it shall surely repeat itself. Let us rid ourselves of this vermin.

The first degree necromancer referred to the current matter that has presented Sinterians with another opportunity to see who is the most powerful amongst them: a child has been born without the portal of Kai.

Two things ascertain ones failure in Sinterobe: born with a broken Kai or eventually getting a broken Kai. Until now, there has not been a recorded incident of a child born without the portal.

As a master of manipulating fire, water, and a highly learned authority in the craft of wizardry, Ino was powerful enough to turn Sinterobe into dust if unchecked. Ino is a highly respected member, and well-known for his work at the empire's University of Magmaveth.

Let us keep the Vermin talk to a mute. The child is protected until this matter is settled appropriately, Bantuli replied as got up. The room, called the Sinter room, was magically large

enough to fit all of Sinterobe. As this was an event that has not happened before, almost every Sinterian citizen was present.

Bantuli has a gift of immortality. He was not the only one in Sinterobe gifted with living forever. However, the only one in which a cup of water from his hand, willingly and purposefully given, is capable of keeping anyone alive for decades at a time. That is to say, Bantuli was a significant member of the society, one that Ino is forced to be respect if he wanted to stay alive.

You think your friends mediocre spell can stop my rage from consuming that entity if I so will it!? Ino said angrily. Ino's slim, rough-looking, but sophisticated appearance, together with is Kai's strength, commanded fear and respect from most Sinterians.

Rastabald and Bantuli were one of the few exceptions.

Watch your tongue boy, or has your mind let you forget what happened the last time you tried to challenged me? Bantuli commanded. You will eventually need my help to stay alive.

Bantuli reminded Ino of his mortal soul and why his words, and world, superseded him.

If I ask and you don't give, I will turn you and Sinterobe into ashes! Ino yelled.

Spells were casted from every corner of the empire by the many citizens of Sinterobe towards Ino to show their disgust at his threat to the empire's dearest treasure.

Spells with minimal damage were legal to cast without the need for official declaration. It was considered to be crucially important for the self-defense of Sinterobe. Ino braced it all and sent some back. All through the altercation, Bantuli was protected by everyone else.

Enough! Rastabald ordered, his voice booming to the far reaches of the massive room.

All of Sinterobe had mastered spells to hear and answer the call of the one with the gift of manipulating the time of anyone she is emotionally vested in.

Unless, you want to make me angry, Rastabald continued,

you will be quiet and do what Bantuli tells you.

Rastabald is, undoubtedly, one of the most powerful in Sinterobe. The respect that came with being the sister to Maveth, the royal queen of Sinterobe, was enough to fear the blonde master necromancer. Unfortunately, Rastabald was mortal. She became one of the many who Bantuli needed to stay alive.

Of course! Ino replied fast and loud. I am not surprised at your support for him this time. The word out is you put the child in her after she utterly refused sexual advances from you.

Ino's words, although they held no magic in them, was powerful enough to make the room, full with chatterboxes, feel empty from the silence that followed his comment.

It is no secret that Bettllin is a woman that I have shown affection for over the years, Rastabald spoke, as she walked towards Ino who stood his ground. But as you are, personally, well aware of what I am capable of, you know that I cannot conjure up a child. Especially one without a Kai! So, I suggest you seal you mouth or I will not be as merciful this time around.

I do not have a problem officially delivering another canister of pain to your wounded ego, Rastabald continued, as the

suns of Sinterobe darkened.

The first sound of panic was witnessed when a Sinterian rushed out of the room.

Oh, old friend, Ino replied, as the two powerful lords watched each other carefully. I have truly learnt my lesson.

Ino did the unexpected and walked out of the room without causing any further trouble. His somewhat mature action came as a surprise as he was the 'always aggressive Ino'.

Thank you, Rastabald, Bantuli said. The child will live.

Bantuli, more than Rastabald, had proven once more that he was still in charge.

Chapter 2

Possible Redemption

A child born without magical powers but, more importantly, born without a way to collect magic. One born without the portal of Kai is set to be doomed in a place where every breath drawn reeks of sorcery.

It was in almost all Sinterians opinion that the child 'saved'

by Bantuli was far from safe in Sinterobe.

There may be a force to be reckoned with in the child,

Egre concluded, as he spoke to Rastabald.

I do not see how that may be, Rastabald replied, continuing as she walked towards Egre. He was born without a portal. Two things almost secures one's failure in Sinterobe. Born with a broken Kai or eventually get a broken Kai.

Egre could not help himself as he always caught himself staring at Rastabald's body, especially now as she walked while she spoke. She was in her typical outfit of long, slim-fitted trousers and a jacket atop a tight shirt that sat wonderfully with her tasteful curves.

I cannot get enough of your wonderful natural gifts, Egre said, smiling. The two were alone in Rastabald's bedroom.

Now is not the time, Rastabald said. I did not hire you for your good looks alone.

Yes, master Rasta, Egre the transporter said playfully.

But the vessel, himself, is a form of energy; one that can be easily transferred as he has no Kai.

What are you saying? Rastabald asked, to be sure her thoughts match with his.

Egre was a twelfth level wizard teleporter, the lowest level of wizardry in Sinterobe. He was able transport himself, or another entity, five times in one year.

However, Egre made up for his lack of major necromancy with the study, and effective mastery, of spells that were powerful enough to cause major significance. In terms of his brilliant mind, only a few of Sinterobe's finest were on the same wave-length with him even though he is only of average height and build.

In a quest to survive, Egre offered his services to any high level magician that wanted to understand or know how to use an

'almost impossible' enchantment. His handsome and masculine features always helped him in the quest for survival. Egre always attributed his dark complexion to 'basking in the suns of Sinterobe'.

Rastabald, the first degree necromancer of time, offered Egre protection in exchange for teaching her his brilliant ways of studying the most difficult of spells to her exclusively. She enjoyed

the fact that most of the Spells were too powerful for Egre himself to use in its physical form.

You could use the child for your quest of immortality Rasta, Egre said. He watched as Rastabald's slender body brightened in fiery ambition. Her face glowed at the thought of having an immortal soul. You will, once again, be the architect of your youthful looks and strength.

I love your incredible mind, Rastabald said as she placed Egre in a trance spell of pure ecstasy. She combined all the past times he had felt joy and made him feel it again. But this time, all at once. As Rastabald slowly began to undress, the ordinarily gentle loner savagely tore off his clothing to rush towards his lustful desire.

Not so fast, Rastabald said, smiling as she slowed down time enough to stop Egre's motion.

She sensually undressed herself. Egre, who was still in a trance, enjoyed the pleasurably painful sight. He watched Rastabald slowly uncover her perfectly shaped bosoms. Then, to Egre's pre-

orgasmic surprise, the master necromancer had quickened time enough to be completely bare.

Egre's body could not help but quiver as Rastabald used her magic to walk towards him in a slow motion. As he could not move, Rastabald magically enhanced her strength to slam him flat on her vibrating carpet.

Ahh, Egre said pleasurably smiling.

Rastabald laid her curvaceous body atop Egre's protrusion while her toned arms grabbed hold onto his strong ones.

Now I will release you, Rastabald whispered, as she gently kissed his ears. Don't hold back, love.

Rastabald felt Egre responding to her voice in a solid, strong, and hardened way. It was the only right way at that moment.

I like when you are in this state, Rastabald said as she released Egre from her time spell. You are always ready!

Then she rode her sexually pent-up creation with a fast motion spell of her own. The two sweaty freaks of nature held onto anything possible in their glorious orgasmic escapade.

In a moment of pure ecstasy, the master necromancer manipulated time enough for them to reach a sexual climax together.

It was a breathless room for a few seconds afterward. The two fell on each other as they laid passed out, after their steamy adventure.

I love you, Egre always managed to say.

I know, She always replies.

Still beautiful, he whispered. Rastabald always enjoyed hearing that last bit.

She, also, always said their adventures were one of her extra ways of paying Egre, for his brilliant mind's capacity. Given that Egre taught her most of