Elysande Sausage was born amidst the strong smell of spices and fresh meat, in the heart of a bustling market. The eldest daughter of a wealthy merchant family, she was the heiress to an empire of sausages, salamis and exotic seasonings. But unlike her sisters, Elysande was not graced with the typical beauty of her lineage. She was tall, with broad shoulders and a face marked by freckles and a hooked nose that, according to society, made her "ugly". Her hair, frizzy and unruly, already showed gray strands at the temples, an early sign of her advanced age by the standards of the capital.
The Sausage family was traditional and wealthy, and the expectation was that Elysande would marry a man of good family, fortune and nobility, thus ensuring the continuity of the business and the social ascension of the family. But Elysande never fit the mold. From a young age, she showed an unusual interest in the world of magic, especially the art of divination. While her sisters devoted themselves to learning the nuances of social etiquette and the art of negotiation, Elysande lost herself in books of charms, predictions, and prophecies. Her passion for magic was as strong as the smell of roasting meat that permeated the air of her home. She devoted herself to her studies with fervor, spending sleepless nights deciphering ancient texts and carrying out risky experiments. Her parents, initially skeptical, eventually surrendered to their daughter's talent, recognizing her unusual ability for magic. Over time, Elysande became a level 10 red mage, a rare and admired feat. Her ability to predict the future was renowned, and she became a valuable advisor to the family, helping them make sound business decisions. But the fame of her magic also attracted the attention of others, her masters at school and noble rivals jealous of her talent. Despite her success, Elysande never felt at home in the social world. Her peculiar appearance and introverted personality kept her out of the parties and balls, where other young women tried hard to attract suitors. She preferred the solitude of her library, where she could devote herself to her studies and her magic.
As the years passed, the pressure to marry intensified. Her family, concerned about the future of the Sausage dynasty, pressured Elysande to find a husband. But she refused to submit to social expectations. She was not looking for a husband, but rather a companion who would understand her and support her on her magical journey.
And she had already found that person.
Gildas Le Mee, her pupil. She had already been warned that this would happen, she saw it happen to herself, when for 3 years she dragged a dragon for the Aurospicina teacher, a subject hated by many, with its blood and animal laments, she herself never bothered by it, coming from a family that dealt with cattle and cuts of meat, she knew from an early age the bloody origin of the fine dishes that the nobility ate. Her crush only ended and in a crushing way, when she overheard, before entering Gildas' room, him commenting how the sausage was running after her, and that if she weren't so ugly and always breaking the market, he would even invite her to his bed, and after that she burst out laughing. She ran to her room and then began to hate Aurospicina. But despite knowing all this, when years later, as a Taromancy assistant, she found herself in the opposite position, the target of a young man's crush, she didn't believe it. It was only when her master commented that young Elorn Le Foll was becoming ridiculous in the way he behaved when Elysande was around.
With her mind built on a family of traders, she stopped and analyzed the situation as a business opportunity, as her father always said. Everything is business, everything has gains and losses, a good business is when the gains are greater than the losses.
A great business is when there is no risk of losses.
Elorn Le Foll, a simple young man, his brown hair is of moderate length, neither short, in the military style, nor long as is fashionable among the dandies of the nobility. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned, almost like a peasant's, and his one remaining eye glows a deep blue. Although he acts like a brute, he is much kinder than he appears. Flattery will make him almost like putty in your hands. Despite his strong build, he has a thin voice and this only reinforces his insecurity and shyness. Born to a pair of adventurers, Elorn Le Foll grew up listening to his mother's many stories. They were part of the caravan escort team. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. But luck struck when her husband, the sixth son of a knight, became the sole heir.
He is not handsome, but not bad-looking, with a strong and masculine body, for a wizard. She would have a guaranteed position in the court of the viscount of the region, as a future fortune teller, her family will no longer demand that she marry, he would still inherit a small title by the standards of the nobility, but a long leap for his family, he has position and prestige and is completely crazy about her.
These are the pros of the business.
The cons, he is ten years younger than her, she will have to leave the capital.
It was in this line of thought that she was walking through the corridors of the school of magic when one of the freshmen came running and handed her a note.
"Come to my office."
Her master was calling her. She was almost decided to accept the courtship of the young Elorn, all that was left was to play cards and seek advice from her father and her master.
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It was so good that she now had access to a school dog-bee. The coachman calmly took the dog-bee over the city below, at his side her future fiancé Elorn Le Foll, she would invite him to lunch with her at one of the taverns that were clients of her father and where they always had free lunch and there she would officially accept the courtship of the young Elorn. By her calculations it would take no more than an hour to carry out the investigation of teleportation in an unsanctioned area. The dog-bee passed over the outermost wall of the capital and headed towards the suburbs that surrounded the city, although the dog-bee was not a large vehicle, the suburbs had narrow streets and few places to land easily. Luckily the place was in a square, as it descended many the vehicle attracted many looks, dog-bees were uncommon in this area, but with the colors of the school of magic no one in the neighborhood had seen one around here. Elorn got off the ship first and helped her off the ship. For the first time in his life, he touched her, holding her by the waist with his big, strong, hairy, calloused and warm hands.
What was this heat that suddenly hit her?
She had better go straight to the inn.
As they entered the inn, several heads turned. She ignored everyone and went straight to one of the inn's servants to ask for the owner.
"Good afternoon, my good man. May the peace of the Gods be with you." Elysande said with her best merchant smile. Her father always said that a good business starts with a good smile and politeness, even for those below you.
The man blinked a few times, looked at the clothes and the wand placed on the belt of the two in front of him, an ugly woman and a one-eyed young man. But wizards and such people were always better off being careful.
"Good afternoon, my lady and my lord. How can I help you? My best rooms are available."
With a light laugh, Elysande undoes the mistake. They are not a couple of runaway lovers looking for a love nest. “I am Elysande Sausage, assistant mage of the tower, and this is my pupil, “Elorn” Le Foll. We were both sent by the college to investigate unauthorized use of transportation magic in this area. Are you aware of anything out of the ordinary that happened today?”
The man became a little more nervous when Elysande mentioned the college. The incident where the college had closed a famous tavern and ruined its owner and his family was still recent. “Nice to meet you, I am Brelawan, tavern keeper. My lady, I know nothing about magic, and the only mage I know is a bard who passes by here at harvest time. But about strange things, today a group of black knives, people with money, lots of money. Just the clothes and armor they wore would be enough to buy my inn several times over. They were looking for Joavan the Trough…”
Elysande interrupts him. “Joavan the Trough?”
“Yes, he is a lawyer and lived in my inn for a little over 10 years…” He is interrupted again.
“What did they want with this lawyer?”
“I don’t know, my lady. But their leader, a black knife that I’ve never seen in my house, asked me if I knew where he lived. I was so scared, by the way I was treated that I was still putting my ideas in order and out of nowhere his henchman let me go and the whole group disappeared, disappeared in the blink of an eye.”
“How many were there in this group?” Elorn says in his voice, low, thin and timid.
“Hhaamm?”
Elysande repeats the same question more audibly, which makes Elorn blush like a strawberry.
Brelawan the tavern keeper scratches his head while counting with his fingers. “It all happened very quickly, my lady, I was very scared, I couldn’t count, but there were more than ten, for sure.”
“Has anyone else seen this?” Elysande asked after a few moments to digest the information.
“Yes, my lady, you can ask everyone here, many have seen it, the barber is one of them.” Brelawan the tavern keeper speaks with conviction and points to a small door on the other side of the square.
“Thank you, my good man.”
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Elysande Sausage and Elorn Le Foll were at the Silver Skewer tavern, famous for its roast pork and lamb. They were both tired and thirsty because of the investigation. Elysande was still trying to accept that there was a wizard so powerful as to take more than 5 people with him in a teleportation spell. Her mind was trying to think who, where and why this wizard had come. It was probably because of the royal wedding.
In front of her, Elorn Le Foll was in shock. His beloved had accepted his courtship and had even set a date for the wedding, 1 month after meeting her parents. She had never shown anything, and suddenly she was already setting a date for the wedding. He had lost his appetite because he was so happy, and his eyes focused on his future wife without blinking and not listening to anything she said. Elysande, with a tired sigh, picked up the mug of beer and took a long sip, watching the movement in the tavern. The smell of roast meat, which would normally make her salivate, now only reminded her of the long journey to get there.
"Elorn, are you listening to me?" she asked, a little impatiently. "I'm trying to understand how someone can simply teleport with more five people, not even the best orange wizards can do that, the best of them, Lord Tunio Le Diouron can only take 4 and according to some of the witnesses the number was between 12 and 20 people, and everyone agreed that there were more than 10 people."
Elorn, with a silly smile on his face, looked at Elysande, his eyes shining. "Sorry, Ely. I was thinking... about our life together."
Elysande frowned, trying to understand what was going on in her friend's head. "Elorn, are you okay? You're acting strange."
"I'm great, Ely! I've never felt so good, so happy. It feels like I'm dreaming! Let's get married now!" Elorn exclaimed, his voice vibrating with happiness.
"Marry? Yes! But only after our families meet and agree on the marriage. Could it be that this powerful wizard is here because of the royal wedding?" Elysande was confused and didn't even realize that her unofficial fiancé had already given her a loving nickname.
"One month! One month, Ely!" Elorn repeated, mumbling, as if she couldn't believe her luck.
Elysande watched her fiancé, a mix of confusion and joy taking over her. "Elorn, you're happy, that's great. But let's focus on the current problem, how am I going to write a report with this crazy story?"
Elorn, still beaming, replied: "It's just... it all happened so fast. It's like destiny brought us together." He was beaming.
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Elysande, with a gentle smile, watched her fiancé. "Well, Elorn, if you're happy, I'm happy too. But I don't want you to focus on the problem."
Elorn, stretching his hands across the table and taking her small hand between them, replied: "You are the best woman anyone could have, Ely. Thank you for everything."
Elysande, for the first time in her life, was the focus of a man's interests, thinking about how unpredictable destiny was. In the midst of a dark mystery, when her family had no hope, she would finally enter the select group of matriarchs.
Heeeehh...Matriarchs...children...ooohhhh...hhhooo...doing that.
Now she understands why her fiancé was so in the clouds.
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Crixus walked through the mansion, the heavy footsteps of his guard echoing on the polished marble floors. The fresh afternoon air came in through the tall windows, bringing with it the scent of flowers and freshly cut grass. It was a sunny afternoon, but Crixus's heart was heavy. He had not yet gotten used to the opulence that surrounded him, the immensity of the house and the ability and power to buy practically anything he wanted.
"Is this castle very vulnerable, Father?" said a voice behind him. It was Grishinak, his bodyguard, imposing and with an eagle's gaze just like his "twin brothers."
"Yes," Crixus replied, without taking his eyes off the landscape that stretched out beyond the windows. "But this is not a place where we will stay for long."
Grishnak nodded, understanding the feeling. Crixus had arrived in this world a little over 2 weeks ago and was still a bit lost with everything that was happening around him so quickly. Now, he began to think about what he wanted for the rest of his immortal life, immortality, he still didn't feel that way, quite the opposite, he now lived in constant worry of losing everything he had achieved in this short time.
"The royal wedding. The princes will marry the heroes Kawada and Maeda, today." The names brought vague memories of warriors with a two-handed saber and a white flag with a red circle in the center.
Crixus frowned. "Heroes, everyone in the house only talks and thinks about them. The heroes of the kingdom, legendary for their beauty. All the men are jealous of Prince Roper, and all the women of Princess Trifina, for marrying the sons of the God Cystemis."
Crixus, but he felt nothing more than a slight curiosity. He wasn't interested in heroes or kingdoms. He just wanted peace, a place to rest and be left alone with his family and wives.
Continuing his walk, Crixus arrived at his office. It was a large, imposing room, with dark wood walls and windows that looked out onto the street. A solid wood table occupied the center of the room, with a leather-upholstered chair.
On the table, Crixus saw a small red box, made of a material he didn't recognize. It was carved with scenes of an orgy, human figures intertwined in lascivious positions.
"What is this?" Crixus asked, picking up the box.
"I don't know, Father. It looks like a gift," Grishinak said.
Crixus picked up the box, which was the size of a melon, lighter than he imagined, its material had an organic quality to the touch. He shook the box, but no sound came from inside. Driven by curiosity, he opened the box. Inside, he found a ring made of hair or perhaps fur, held together with a gold clip in the shape of a... penis. The penis was studded with white stones and perhaps diamonds, shining brightly in the sunlight. On the inside of the lid of the box there was a stylized drawing of a blue rabbit's head, all set with precious stones, sapphires, topazes and lapis lazuli. Someone had questionable taste in jewelry design.
Who sent this? Crixus thought.
"I don't know, Father. But I can ask the servants." Grishinak said.
Crixus looked at the hair ring, feeling as if someone was looking at the back of his no longer existing neck. He didn't know what to think. Was it a welcome gift? Was it a prank? He didn't know anyone to send him anything.
He closed the box and as he did so he heard a voice he knew. A melodious, hypnotizing and seductive voice, with deep tones, velvety like full-bodied red wine, a rich and captivating voice, capable of awakening the senses, whisperingly seductive, almost like a shared secret, interspersed with melodious laughter that was full of joy, pleasure, satisfaction, indulgence, all seasoned with a touch of mischief. To hear the voice of the Goddess Mahena was to be invited to a world of pleasures, where morality dissolves and the deepest desires are set free. Her voice was an irresistible invitation to indulgence, a promise of intense and intoxicating experiences.
“Eat!”
As that simple and single word caused a whirlwind of lustful emotions in him, his hand, like an independent being, places the hair ring with penis clip in his mouth and he swallows it all at once.
SPECIAL ABILITIES-Improved Copy(Su)
Same. After spawning, a True Core must wait ---/--- before doing so again.
Analysis
100%
Registered entities:
1
1-Agatan, Chaotic Evil, succubus Cleric 15
Inorganic material
gold, sapphire, red coral, topaz, platinum, lapis lazuli, etc.
Copy; Yes/---
Crixus looked at the blue system window, he correctly understood the text “---/--- before doing so again.”?????
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Elysande Sausage scanned the room with a critical eye, her thin, hooked nose almost touching the lace bodice of her wine-colored dress. The music, a sickly waltz, echoed through the room, but Elysande could not pay attention. Her eyes, blue and cold as ice, analyzed every detail of the guests.
"A merchant's son in debt, a womanizing baron, two sons of knights addicted to gambling, a hunter of adulterous wives... Oh, and a baronet who looks like a beached whale!" she muttered to herself, writing down the titles in a small notebook she carried in her velvet bag. "But none of them seem fit even as a paperweight. My sister deserves better and can afford better, yes, certainly."
Her younger sister, Bredig, a delicate girl with brown curls and honey-colored eyes, twirled gracefully with a tall, slender young man, the Chevalier d'Montreuil. Elysande frowned.
"He looks a little thin, don't you think, Father?" she asked, her voice dry and sharp.
Privel, beaming, didn't notice the acidity in her daughter's voice. "Oh, Elysande, he's charming! And he dances very well, and his sister is the prettiest at the ball, she'll certainly find a good match."
"Charming, yes. But you know that charm doesn't pay the bills, Father. And he doesn't seem to have much money. That brooch of his, for example, seems to be silver, not gold. And the fabric of his jacket... well, it's not top-quality silk."
Privel sighed. "But Elysande, he's so kind, so charming..."
"Kind and charming don't feed a castle, Father. And Father, with Bredig's beauty and our fortune, the least she deserves is a baron or a viscount; she has everything to be the great leverage of the family."
Privel fell silent, her eldest daughter was right. Privel continued to observe the room, his eyes fixed on the guests.
"Did you hear about the black knife who came to the ball today? They say he owns a precious stone mine overseas. And the baron... oh, the baron is a good match, but he doesn't have the land I'd like and he's in a lot of debt."
Suddenly, a loud noise caught Elysande's attention. A group was approaching, led by a tall, imposing dark elf with silver hair and piercing eyes. He was wearing an exotic silk outfit in vibrant colors, completely oblivious to the capital's fashion. At his side was a retinue of 14 other black knives.
"Ah, the black knife!" Privel exclaimed, his eyes shining with interest. "He's finally shown up."
Elysande, who had been watching the dark elf with admiration, almost choked. Both the elf and the women accompanying him were beautiful. "He's handsome, don't you think?"
"Beautiful? Yes, certainly, a little too dark for my taste, Elysande. And from what I understand, he is absurdly rich and bought his ticket to this party with rubies. Very rich, you should know that he is hunting for a bankrupt bride, thank goodness we are not going to compete." Privel drinks a sparkling wine and eats a canapé that a butler distributes on a tray around the room.
Elysande smiles, a thin and calculating smile. The black knife, despite his fortune, was not Bredig's match. And she, Elysande, with her skill in divination, could ensure that her sister's future would be prosperous and full of riches.
"Go talk to her, Bredig," she said, pushing her father toward her sister. "It seems the knight wants to enjoy my sister's 'main course'." Privel, hesitant, followed her daughter's advice. Elysande watched, satisfied, as her sister joined her father, her eyes focused on the knight project.
For some reason a very strong curiosity stirred her spirit and discreetly she took a monocle from her handkerchief bag. This monocle is a magical object that can be used 3 times a day and grants whoever looks through its lens the magic True Seeing and Aura Sigh, 10 minutes per use and together with her own magic she had a reasonable repertoire to sift through the best candidates for her sister. But although she came to this party specifically to select her future brother-in-law she decided to use the item on the black knife. As she discreetly picked up the magical object she reflected on why she was doing this. The black knife had nothing that her family wanted, yes gold was always good, there was never too much, but now they had hit the ceiling and her family needed to enter the aristocracy and a black knife would never bring that. But she was already following her instincts and so she put the monocle on her eye.
What she saw was the biggest surprise of her life, monsters, all of them, 6 fire giants, only one of the women was a black knife and 4 high-level skeletons, a demon of lust, 2 black dragons, and in the middle of it all, some kind of Beholder, a monster of pure evil and power, a frightening sight. Its body, the size of a large water tank, is covered in skin like basilisk leather and dark, dotted with stalks with a single eye at the end. So many eyes, that it is impossible to count, unlike the classic Beholder, this one does not have a large central eye, nor a mouth full of teeth. Its 6 tentacles are also different, 3 tentacles like those of a squid, and 3 like snakes.
Its tentacles, if the creature were in its natural form, would take up the entire room.
The Beholder is an aberration, created by the gods of chaos, Rholo, God of Dark Things, Axysus, God of Chaos and Enja, Goddess of Madness, emanating from the aberration, an aura of fear and despair covered her skin like a tight garment. If this aura were released, many here would fall hard on the ground from a heart attack, even from afar she was able to feel the blood in her veins freeze, and its appearance is capable of causing nightmares for a lifetime. A cutting chill ran up her spine, the taste of bile came to her mouth, but years of training, years of making contact with other planes prepared her for this, her face was impassive, she lowered her monocle then she saw 14 pairs of eyes focused on her.
A horrible, dissonant voice came to her mind piercing all her defenses.
"Elysande Sausage, daughter of Privel Sausage, sister of Bredig Sausage, mage of the tower of divination. I know who you are and who your loved ones are.”
Then the entourage passed by her, completely ignoring her. She stood still for a minute and then calmly left, following her father and sister. They had to get out of here immediately.