Viper was not sure why he was doing this. It seemed like a good idea. But standing on a stage, in a closed-in glass cage, and drawing a card from a deck, made it seem negative. Viper did not like crowds or attention and this was a definite spotlight event. But he had committed to it, so he reached out and pulled a card from the deck. He saw the card, an Ace of Spades the called it, and there was a flash of light and he was transported to another place.
‘Your quest is to keep Amarantha pleased’, those were the words he heard before his head and vision cleared. He felt a surge of power, and a squeezing of his will, like a giant hand was grasping him and crushing him. Then it eased, and he could finally look around. His eyes fell first upon the tall creature with almost Orc-like features, a refined grace, and elegantly tailored clothes. He knew this creature, Icarium, the brother of Vivimort, God of Death. Next to him stood a radiant looking, gorgeous female, of the same race probably, but stunningly beautiful.
‘This is Amarantha, she is your keeper, you will keep her pleased’ repeated the creature, who then snapped his fingers and disappeared.
‘I am not here to please anyone, especially foul creatures such as you, no matter how beautiful the covering’ shouted Viper defiantly.
‘Oh, but you will, for defiance will only result in more pain than you can ever imagine.’ The creature named Amarantha snapped her fingers and 3 more stunning women stepped forth. ‘These are my ladies in waiting, Misty, Mandy, and Monique. They will help show you how to play.’
Viper grabbed his bow and prepared to shoot. Even released one arrow at the tall one. Her look of displeasure and anger as she was hit caused a deep pain in his entire body. He struggled to release more arrows, which were stopped by a barrier in front of the creatures. But the pain just increased. And when the Ladies came for him he fought, swinging his scimitar with as much strength as he could muster. But he could feel the invisible hand gripping him tighter with each swing. Until he fell from weakness.
That was how his training began. When he awoke all of his equipment was gone. He stubbornly defied his keepers every day for a week. And each day his weakness grew, while the Ladies in waiting took from him what they wanted. The routine varied, he thought he might escape into the woods and gardens surrounding the estate. He would get deep into the grounds before the Ladies would track him down, chastise him for not pleasing his Mistress.
Eventually, his will broke. He gave up on his defiance and escape attempts. He knew that these were the cause of his weakness. The only way to keep strong was to please his terrible Mistress. He began wearing the clothes they gave him. He played their games. He began to live for the smile of pleasure on his mistresses face. He gave up on his companions coming to his rescue because he knew that rescue would displease her. He began to accept his lot. He determined that his Mistress could not listen to his thoughts, so he kept his feelings of hatred for her and her Ladies well hidden. He kept his face and his actions open to his Mistress, to all intents and purposes living for her pleasure. And he waited.
Then his hopes came true. His companions came to the mansion. He assumed to rescue him in some fashion, how he did not know. Because he had no idea how that would be possible without incurring the wrath of his Mistress.
The day after the celebration of their arrival he was in attendance of his Mistress in her hall when the chief manservant appeared.
‘My lady, something unpleasant has happened, one of the visitors has opened the door to where your former husbands are entombed. They have awakened and are presently in pursuit of the stranger and he is leading them to the rest of the group.’
Viper knew that if his companions encountered the remains of the mummies that many would die forever. Which would greatly upset his Mistress. He rushed to where his companions were eating their breakfast, arriving before the mummies broke into the garden. He led his companions to where their creatures were stored. Doing what he could to slow the mummies. They got into the barn where their creatures were kept and began preparations to leave. When he felt metal bands hit him and grapple him.
‘What have you done?’ He cried.
He struggled as the beautiful Elly spoke magical words and he found himself inside of what he could only describe as a bag. After some struggles, he sat and began to contemplate his new fortune. He assumed that eventually he would be freed from the bag. Hopefully, the companions would also free him from his geas. He would be free from his Mistress Amarantha. He would have lost all of his wealth and items, but freedom was well worth that cost.
In his time alone in the bag, he came to a new outlook. He welcomed the beast into his soul. And became the Slayer. He would rest no more than was absolutely necessary. He would become the hunter. He would hunt these creatures. The Undead and their ilk. The Demons who sought to enslave him and abused him. He would need new weapons, he would use his skills, hone what he could, and begin his new quest. To end this scourge on his plane, and maybe eventually bring the fight to other planes.
Well, it is all over but the fighting. The rescue of Viper is kind of complete. He is out of the Abyss. If the group can survive an attack from the Handmaidens of Amarantha, and then figure out how to free him from the Geas spell he will be free. I will have lost all of his equipment. Which sucks. But now I can start over from scratch and get the weapons and items that I want. Pick out the exact things I want, rather than just random items that we have come across. And have a new goal in mind: the Slayer. A hunter and killer of all the bad guys, a grim, remorseless creature. Should make things interesting and fun to have a goal in mind.