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This, hopefully, will fix the formatting problems with my story "Ultima 
VII/Serpent Isle: Revealing Nights (MF, magic, cons, nc, computer game 
fanfic) [Ikone Avatar]" The attachment is a standard .txt file.

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Ultima VII/Serpent Isle: Revealing Nights
(MF, magic, cons, nc, computer game fanfic)
by Ikone Avatar <ikoneavatar@hotmail.com>

	Tall walls of gray stone, long worn by the ravages of wind, loomed before 
them like archaic sentries whose alliance remains unknown. Although the 
Avatar and her companions had spent several weeks in the city of Monitor, 
the last several days had distanced them from civilization farther mentally 
than even physically. Iolo dragged behind the other three, his face weary of 
battle and full of images that he could not forget, his sensibilities being 
much more romantic than the others. Dupre walked closely to the Avatar, but 
slightly behind-he did so unconsciously but it told so much of his character 
that it looked somewhat ridiculous in perspective with his stalwart, macho 
bravado. Shamino, the quietest of the troupe, was off to the left side 
opposite Dupre: his gaze wandering to and fro for any signs of trouble.
	The goblins wouldn't follow them though: they all knew that. The Avatar and 
her companions had killed every one of them. Nothing remained in the valley 
alive, save the flora that bore witness to the genocide. The prize, which 
the Avatar carried under her arm, was stained red just as they all were, 
practically from head to foot. The others didn't bother asking why she 
didn't wear it proudly into Monitor, who would no doubt hail her as their 
new Champion.
	"I am looking forward to a hot bath, especially now that we have the inn to 
ourselves," Iolo piped up as the guard behind the northern city gate finally 
came into view. "We all look as though we've fought a war!" His laughter 
died quickly, just as so many goblins did a few short hours ago. None of 
them had slept the previous night, inside the cave leading into the goblin's 
valley, for it stank of rot from the green guards they had to kill just to 
get to that point. None of them would sleep tonight either, the Avatar 
thought.
	"Indeed, and thou shouldst go first, Iolo, Monitor can smell thee from 
here!" Dupre tried to joke, but none of them laughed, and they continued to 
the city in silence.

	"Hail, the new Champion of Monitor!" the other two Command Leaders and 
Spektor applauded Caladin, who gave the Avatar a huge pat on the shoulder 
that would have sent some men to the ground. She smiled despite her fatigue, 
and the feeling that no one should be hailed for what she had done that 
morning. "Brendann, it looks as though thou art far better for thy new 
Wolf!" Caladin's voiced boomed in the large main room of Monitor's town 
hall.
	"Indeed, Ikone hath proved herself...most capable..." the Wolf Command 
Leader trailed off, his accent on "most" and the way he was looking at her, 
twirling the corner of his small moustache between thumb and forefinger, was 
so typical of the man that everyone in the hall laughed, including Ikone the 
Avatar. Her gaze drifted to Mersten, Leopard Command Leader and current 
leader of the city of knights. Ikone noticed, too, Dupre and Shamino looking 
at him with masked interest. The incriminating evidence they had found in 
the goblin's store room would have to be taken to just the right person in 
order to do any good, but who was loyal to Mersten? How far did the deceit 
go? She looked back to Brendann, who was still gazing at her with a desire 
that she had to admit was flattering. He was adamantly against both the Bear 
and Leopard command, but he was power hungry and very cunning. Whether he 
could be trusted or not was still uncertain.
	Caladin, Bear Command Leader, was a tough brute with an allegiance only to 
his Command and the safety of Monitor... her train of thought got cut off as 
the laughter died down and Mersten spoke, "Well, milady, thou hast proven 
thyself beyond even the Knights Test, and have rightfully claimed thy title 
as our new Champion. We all thank thee for retrieving the most precious Helm 
of Courage, and wish you a long and triumphant stay here in Monitor. Thy 
companions as well as thou can go anywhere thou dost wish." There was 
another round of applause and Ikone caught the warm smiles from her three 
companions through the muck and blood, which stifled her mood again. *Damn* 
she thought *I really could use that bath now.*

	The four crimson warriors walked wearily to the vacant inn, of which they 
now had free reign since killing off its keeper, a goblin disguised as a 
man. "I am surprised at thee, Avatar, why not face Mersten now?" Iolo 
questioned their leader as soon as they entered, closing Monitor outside for 
the time being.
	"It wasn't the right time yet, Iolo. We'll know when it is right, I'm sure. 
For now, let's just get some rest, shall we?" her Earth-accent sounding very 
out of place in the dimly lit foyer. She wondered how long it would be until 
she, too, was speaking as a Britannian. *I guess I'm not in Britannia any 
more, though, am I? Damn this Serpent Isle, its even more bloody than 
Britannia* she thought with a heavy sigh as she opened the first room's door 
and threw her pack and cloak in.
	"Thou canst take first bath, Avatar, thou hast surely deserved it!" Iolo 
offered in condolence to her sigh and sullen countenance.
	"Thank you, good bard," she smiled wearily at him. "I think I will, and 
then I can take first watch out here." Ikone tossed her bedroll against the 
wall in the foyer opposite the front door. She looked up to meet the 
questioning gazes of all three companions.
	"Surely tonight, Avatar, we do not need a watch?" Shamino questioned her as 
he opened the second room's door, setting his magic bow carefully inside. 
"After all, thou art a hero!"
	"Shamino is right, thou shouldst rest," chimed in Dupre, one hand on his 
hip and the other resting comfortably on the hilt of a long sword.
	Chuckling to herself as she pulled off the kidney belt to be thrown 
nonchalantly into the room with her other gear, "Yes, but heroes often times 
have more enemies than the enemies! Besides, there are only three rooms, and 
as much as I like all of you, the beds here are rather small." The men all 
looked at each other with a bit of annoyance, Iolo shrugging.
	"Well then, milady, I have a solution." Dupre grinned, the Avatar looked up 
at him in expectation of one of his lame attempts at a joke, "Thou canst 
share Brendann's bed to-night!" he let out with a loud belly-laugh, which 
Shamino tried not to join but couldn't help not to. Iolo scowled at him 
disapprovingly and shook his head in sympathy to the Avatar.
	"Good Lord," she muttered as she leaned her broad sword against the wall 
next to the bedroll. "Maybe you're just jealous, hmm?" It was then her turn 
to grin, and she caught the surprised look on Iolo's face out of the corner 
of her eye. Shamino, too, looked surprised but this did not help his attempt 
at stifling laughter.
	Dupre just grinned, "Perchance, milady, I am. Thou art most becoming in thy 
armor of red gore and goblin stench." Shamino lost it, and he had to brace 
himself against a wall as he laughed. Iolo was now gaping, his amazed stare 
going between Dupre and Ikone like the pendulum of a well wound clock.
	Grinning, the Avatar suddenly gave the large man a warm embrace and patted 
him on the shoulder, "Yes, Dupre, and so are you. And so are we all. Thank 
you, once again, my dear companions for fighting at my side." She sighed 
heavily again, her smile returning to one of fatigue and an attempt at being 
happy. "What we did today... well, I'm sure none of us know quite how to 
take it. Was it worth it? Maybe we'll never know, but I thank you, each one 
of you, for being there with me like always." Shamino, having regained 
himself as soon as the Avatar did, smiled at her affectionately, as did Iolo 
whose mouth finally closed.
	Dupre turned to face the other two, his arm around Ikone's shoulders, 
"Here, fellows, is a finer lass than thou willst ever find." With that, he 
suddenly gave her a small kiss on the lips that made the Avatar blink and 
look at him with a questioning gaze. Shamino, too, looked at the two but 
didn't say anything. All four of them had spent more time together and been 
in tougher situations than most marriages have to go through, and been in 
very close quarters with each other, and indeed knew each other better than 
most friends ever do, but there had never been any intimacy between them. 
The was the first time she had ever been kissed by one of them, even if it 
was just a small one and as a friend.
	Iolo, having not really noticed, just smiled and nodded in agreement. "And 
with that, Avatar, I believe Dupre hath offered to stand the first watch if 
thou art determined that one is needed..." Dupre nodded and continued 
smiling down at the woman, a full foot shorter than he. "...and thou can 
take thy bath. Shamino, help me to fetch her some hot water, hmm?" Shamino 
watched Dupre and the Avatar staring at each other a breath longer and then 
smiled to Iolo, going with him out the front door.
	"Dupre..." Ikone started, but he suddenly cut her off with a tight embrace 
of her to his chest, one hand on the back of her heavy armor and the other 
holding her head to his shoulder.
	"Do not say anything, milady. Surely thou doth already know the answer to 
thy question." He let her pull away enough to look up into his brown eyes, 
he staring into the deep blue of hers. She swallowed hard, not knowing what 
to say, wondering which of the many questions rising inside her she could 
possibly know the answer to. Before she could say anything more, he pulled 
her close again and pressed his lips to hers, both closed their eyes, and 
she didn't fight it.

	Shamino watched them through the far window, the sound of Iolo struggling 
with the large bucket of hot water in the background. His mouth opened 
slightly as they kissed, his eyes closing along with theirs. His head hang 
to his chest, and it took a conscious effort to look back up at the two. 
They were just standing there now, looking at each other. His heart swelled 
along with theirs, he knew that, but there he was in the dark, outside, 
looking in. He had, of course, always thought the Avatar a strikingly 
beautiful woman; long golden hair, oceanic blue eyes that could hold your 
gaze for hours and a figure that would be hard to best. However, when he saw 
Dupre kiss her the first time, a spark of desire rose in him for this woman 
he had known for so long. He longed to be in Dupre's place now, to feel her 
against him, and then his longing turned red hot with envy. His eyes 
narrowed and focused on Dupre. *Why should he have her? The obnoxious brute, 
he hath none of my integrities, he hath not the true appreciation for her as 
I do!* His fist clenched around the handle of the bucket, so hard that his 
knuckles turned white.

	"Dupre..." she started again after their lips at last parted. She had no 
idea what to say, and just looked at him. He suddenly grabbed her ass and 
roughly kissed her again, this time with more passion. He let her go and 
took a step back, looking her up and down.
	"Thou art right as always, milady, now is not the time. Thou shouldst know 
my true feelings though, for the right time may never come. Today... before 
the goblin King..." he looked at the dingy carpet, searching for the right 
words. "I thought that I might lose thee, Ikone. This land has far more 
enemies for thee than Britannia even, and I am afraid for thy safety." With 
that he quickly turned from her and half-ran into the third room, quickly 
closing the door behind him. The Avatar stood there spellbound, not knowing 
how to feel or act. She ran her fingers through her hair and felt a sticky 
mess; bringing her hand before her she saw globs of red and green.
	"Damn, it's even in my hair. Iolo!" The old man quickly poked his head in 
the doorway.
	"Thy bath, milady, 'tis just being finished by the Ranger," Iolo smiled at 
her and came inside for warmth. Ikone quickly pulled off her plate armor and 
leggings, and headed out back. Her mind raced with the lingering taste, feel 
and scent of Dupre as she walked, her gaze watching her boots as she walked 
mechanically... right into Shamino as he rounded the corner.
	"O' Avatar! Thy bath is run," Shamino muttered, roughly patting her bare 
shoulder off where his chain mail marked her with dirt. He took in the soft 
feel of her skin, he ran his fingers slowly over her shoulder, his thoughts 
racing towards places all over her body he would rather touch. Ikone lifted 
an eyebrow at him as he stood there with his hand on her shoulder, staring 
at it.
	"Are you okay, Shamino?" He quickly pulled himself back from her, a 
surprised look on his face that recessed back into a shadow. "What were you 
thinking about?" she asked. He stammered, finding it hard to concentrate in 
the presence of her unexpectedly. The burning in his stomach and loins made 
it uncomfortable to stand there before her, and he was thankful for the 
growing darkness. Her Earth-accented speech aroused him even more for some 
reason and he shifted his weight from foot to foot. "Shamino, what's wrong?"
	"Nothing!" he sputtered, trying to keep his hand away from the growing 
bulge in his pants as he watched the moon play with her bare shoulders and 
legs. He bit his lip as his eyes wandered the creases in her orange tunic. 
"I, uh, am just tired. As tired as thou art, I'm sure, milady." He chuckled 
nervously. She came closer to him, trying to scrutinize his features in the 
moving shadows of candlelight trickling through the open window. A small 
sigh of desire in check passed over his lips, the longing to touch her 
almost irresistible. He almost fainted when she reached out and took his 
hand.
	"Yes, we're all tired. Thank you for all your efforts today, old friend," 
she smiled and gave him a small embrace, and he felt her entire body 
suddenly tense just as his flashed with heat. *Either he's got a hard on the 
size of baseball bat or the hilt of his sword is poking my thigh* she 
thought, *Do I look down or pretend I don't feel that? * She looked down.
	"Avatar, please forgive me! I... I... saw you and Dupre," he motioned to 
the window, the shadows unable to mask the crimson in his cheeks as he tried 
to pull his chain mail down farther.
	"What the hell is going on here?" she demanded, looking completely 
confused, "Everyone suddenly has the hots for me!" She rubbed her forehead, 
trying to shake the undeniable lust from herself. "I'm supposed to be the 
icon of virtue, and all I can think about is..."she trailed off and her gaze 
fixed back on the front of his trousers. Shamino collapsed against the outer 
wall.
	"Ikone... thou mayst be the Avatar, we are but men. Thy beauty is 
undeniable, and, well" his desire started to fade, faced with the reality 
that she did not share his feelings. *At least* he thought *she doth appear 
to have no feelings for that clod Dupre either*. He looked back at her 
hopelessly, and with no further answers. Ikone closed the shutters, wrapping 
them both in the gray tones of darkness outside the inn. Moving directly in 
front of him, her boots nearly touching his own, she leaned her entire body 
into his and kissed him. Shamino's mind went blank as the fire in his loins 
rekindled; he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in closer, 
the front of his trousers pushing against her harder. Ikone moaned softly 
into his mouth as she opened hers, slipping her tongue along his as she 
finally reconciled the tension between what she felt as the Avatar, and what 
she felt as a woman.
	"Lets get our bath over with," she whispered into his ear. They walked hand 
in hand to the back. She pulled off his chain mail and then his shirt, 
rather roughly to his surprise. Running her hands down his chest she smiled 
at him, whispering conspiratorially, "We should try to do this quietly." 
Before he could respond her mouth was probing his again, her hands undoing 
the buttons of his pants enough to slip her hand inside. He shivered as her 
hand grabbed his cock and found his balls to play with.
	Disbelieving what was happening he just now found his hands able to feel 
the body he so longed to have for himself. He started pulling her tunic off 
her slowly, but she helped him practically rip it off. The moon shone down 
on her bare skin making it glow, and she was even more beautiful than he had 
imagined all these long years. Grinning, she pulled herself into the waiting 
hot water of the large bathing tub and dipped her head under the water as he 
finished undressing and joined her. They embraced at once, her hands holding 
tight onto his back as he moved on top of her, his right hand holding her up 
in the water and his left massaging her bush. The tub was shallow enough 
that she could comfortably sit on the bottom with her shoulders still out of 
the water.
The Avatar spread her legs, resting her ankles on the edges of the wooden 
spa and pulling Shamino farther onto her, guiding him to her cunt. He locked 
eyes with her as he slipped his head in enough to feel the thick cream that 
had formed there; she melted under him with a shiver and he slid the rest of 
the way in. She pressed her lips against his hard to stifle a moan, and 
kissed him even rougher as he began pumping inside her. Her surprisingly 
lithe and muscular body aroused him severely, and he wasted no time moving 
her towards a climax. The hot water rocked in the tub in time with Shamino, 
covering them in steam as it hit the cool night air. Her hands racked into 
his back, which he arched to probe her tight wetness deeper and faster. The 
Avatar bit her lip to stop a scream of pleasure from escaping, and she 
rocked her hips opposite Shamino, pulling his cock harder in her each 
moment. Her nails dug into his back with orgasm and scratched nearly a hand 
length down, but he didn't even notice as he shot hot cream deep inside her.
	Shamino fell back; the tub creaked with the strain and even more water 
sloshed out. Ikone pulled her legs back in and winced, her entire cunt sore 
from the pounding, but she grinned despite herself. Shamino, a somber look 
on his face, watched the curvatures of her body as she tried to regain 
control of her breathing. She watched him back, wondering at what had just 
happened. In all her years in Britannia, she had made a conscious effort to 
not only be an Avatar of the eight virtues, but dedicated to virtue in her 
personal life as well. With so many opportunities to partake in such earthly 
pleasures in this world, she had remained chaste.
	"What the hell is going on here?" Ikone and Shamino were suddenly broken 
out of their capsule in time and pleasure as Dupre stood over them. They 
hadn't even noticed him walking up. Dumbfounded, they stared at him without 
thinking to even cover themselves. His voice boomed again, his face glowing 
red in the darkness, "What the HELL is going on!"
	Shamino slowly stood, pulling his pants in front of his genitals as he did 
so. "Dupre, thou must understand..."
"Understand what, thou... thou... Bastard! Thou hast taken the Avatar! My 
love!" He lunged at Shamino, knocking him clean out of the tub and onto the 
dirt next to the back wall of the inn.
	"Dupre, stop it!" Ikone yelled at him, jumping to a standing position in 
the bathing tub. Dupre turned slowly, his eyes mere slits of the rage that 
radiated from him. He looked her naked form up and down, which only made him 
more furious.
	"And thee, *Avatar*... the symbol of virtue indeed! Thou art nothing but a 
whore!" She gaped at him in astonishment as he slowly advanced on her. "I 
offered thee my love, I did not force myself upon thee... and thou hast spit 
upon me like a dog!" He grabbed her by the neck and lifted her clear out of 
the barrel, carrying her naked form kicking and grasping at his hand, 
gasping for air. "Wouldst thou like to see how a dog doth act, Avatar? I 
shall show thee the virtue thou hast shown me!"
	Shamino finally got up from the hard land on the ground, he yelled with 
rage and flung himself at Dupre. The well-trained warrior threw Ikone to the 
ground under a tree and was ready for the Ranger when he came. With one 
strategic blow to the side of the head, he sent Shamino against the 
stonewall to crumple at its bottom, unconscious.
	Turning back to the still-gasping woman, Dupre grinned wickedly and grabbed 
her again by the neck. Without saying another word, he flipped her onto her 
stomach in the dirt beneath the tree. She could hear his rattle of armor, 
and then felt his other hand on her back. He moved on top of her, and she 
could feel the cold metal on her back and the warmth of his pelvis against 
her ass. She was no pure-maiden when she came to Britannia from Earth, 
despite her chastity while here, but in all her pleasure-exploits she was a 
complete anal virgin. Dupre held her neck to the ground as hard as he could 
while he plunged his fully erect dick up her asshole, all the way with the 
first thrust. She tried to scream with the agony that tore through her, but 
his hold on her neck left only enough room to barely breath. Her cunt was 
still sore from the well-endowed Shamino, and the ass pounding made her burn 
with unbearable pain.
Dupre moved wildly on her, with no grace he took out his rage. Harshly he 
held her down, his full weight promising no escape as he ravaged her ass for 
his own pleasure. He grinned with sinister delight at the feel of her trying 
to scream between his fingers, and he moved his other hand up to roughly 
fondle one of her breasts. He got no pleasure from this except to make her 
feel even more vulnerable. On and on this went, he never got tired of moving 
in and out of her tight ass, and as soon as he could feel it finally getting 
used to the large intrusion he pulled out. His hot cum spewed over her ass 
and thighs, and he stood up, and moved back from her, doing back up his 
pants. "There is thy virtue, Avatar, and here is thy well-trained dog."


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