The Messengers 4
#4 of Tik Tik and the Tournament of Pleasure
Through a religious and erotic ritual, Tik Tik has been mentally and spiritually transposed into the realm of the divine. There, she meets Hanioc, who gives her a message...
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All around her, Tik Tik knows there are those watching her, but what are these forces? She looks to the grand coliseum around her, only for her mind to force her to look away. She whimpers, falling to her knees and clutching her head, her whole form shaking with an uncontrollable, unknown fear.
And just as she felt the thin strings of her mind snap with a shrieking headache that would end her consciousness, a warmth passes over her, granting her a new kind of peace. She once again explores the sweet embrace of the elven high priestess and tastes her lips upon the kobold's mouth. She is safe, no matter how daunting this place seems to be.But what IS this place?
"Be not afraid, Tik Tik, Daughter of the Dragon's Heir,"
The voice comes from all around, and yet just in front of her. It's not Tymara's. It's not Tybalt's nor Eshere's or Baker's or Estrasa's. It's familiar enough to resonate with her. It fills her with both that forewarned fear and comfort she had never felt before.
"What... are you?" Those are the only words that Tik Tik can muster, feeling the comfort punctuated with a pressure to keep herself down, to keep her head bowed low.
A bright light shone, yet it did not burn her eyes. It was nothing like that forsaken sun, and yet, she finally understands the love that the upperworlders have of it. She stands atop one of those pillars. She stumbles back from her change in location.
Before her is the form of the one speaking to her. Face upon face upon face linger in the air. Masks of so many different facades, and yet none with emotion. They circle around both her and a mass of wings, covering up a core of this strange and elusive being. But though she hears the words in her head, she knows it to be coming from this feathered thing.
"I am Hanioc, the messenger of the Divine, and I come to tell you of your future."
Tik Tik takes a step closer towards this feathered form, reaching her hand out with a tentative tremble. But, from the mass of wings, a blue-scaled hand shot out, grabbing her by the wrist.
The wings unfurl, and, floating before her is the form of a kobold. Though its face is obscured by the faceless mask it wears, she can tell that it stares deep into her soul. Upon seeing its form, Tik Tik's core thrummed with passion. Never had she witnessed a being so perfect, a kobold so desirable. Even that most unbelievable of thoughts crossed her mind--that she wanted to lay this creature's children--came to her as a distinct possibility.
Its form is well-sculpted, like one of the statues outside of the temple. It is a work of art. Still, it is one that had the curves and the muscles of the ideals of both masculine and feminine. It is the perfect representation of kobold beauty, lost to the mammals who care less about crests and horns and more about curves and breasts.
Hanioc pulls Tik Tik in. It offers her an embrace, much like Tymara, who still lies with her on the bed in the temple. "There is much for you to know, Tik Tik, and little I can give you at the moment. Listen well, for you are granted a quest from the realm of the Divine."
"A... quest?" Tik Tik asks dreamily, her hand resting upon the rugged chest of this avatar of perfection.
"Indeed," the messenger said, spreading one of its many wings and gesturing beyond to the other columns. Now that she is standing there, she can see them--feel them, the ones that are to assemble.
"Who... are they?"
"You know a few already," Hanioc replies. "They are chosen by the gods themselves, but not for the same purpose as you. Tik Tik, have you not seen the state of the world?" Hanioc rests the forehead of its mask against her forehead. "The mortals have come to learn about Eroarcana from a book. Much like you, others have grown curious and desirous. Your tales have spread far from the borders of Anteronia and have inspired others to follow in your wake."
"So, are you... blaming me?" She asks, nuzzling against its chest once more, just scratching those rough and beautiful scales.
"There is no one to blame," Hanioc says. "Mortals are curious. They seek to learn things they cannot control, but the gods have decided for you to seek these individuals out and to tell them that they are to participate."
"Participate in what?" Tik Tik asks, this time pulling herself away to try and gaze at the creature's eyes.
"They are to become champions, Tik Tik: Champions for the Tournament of Pleasure!"
"Tournament of Pleasure?" Tik Tik repeats the words from the mysterious messenger. "What... what is that?"
The winged creature flies off away from the kobold now, allowing her to remain alone in this overwhelming otherworld.
Hanioc's words echo out from the different masks all over this field. Each of them speaks a slightly altered version of events and rules far too complex for the mortal mind to remember, but Tik Tik recognizes it all and writes it down. Where she got the book to do so, she does not remember. It is hers, and the words remained within her.
"The world of mortals has grown," Hanioc begins. "No longer are you the mewling babes that you once were. Creation and existence have matured, reaching the age in which it can consent to the higher order of knowledge and of the physical and the spiritual."
As Hanioc's form disappears into the quintessence, the kobold is assailed with visions of all sorts and places!
There is her homeland of the Dragon's Heir Tribe. Tikana lounges on her stacks of gold, speaking to a dwarf with tight curly hair.
"Champions have been chosen by the gods as Representatives to compete with one another."