Happy Thor’s Day!
Rogue Wizard’s Journal – September 11th, 2019
The fact that I am writing this today indicates that we not only survived our little raid against the local werewolf pack, but we were also successful in wiping them out. I have to say this has been one of the more emotionally hard missions I have been on since I have been a wizard. Mostly because now I know for sure a cure for lycanthropy is available but the way it is transferred requires very intimate (as in sex) magic. it also would require werewolves to want to be cured and to accept the idea that sex with a wizard with the antibodies would cure them. A long shot at best.
In the case of this little pack of werewolves, I would say they didn’t want to be cured. I mean when you have the phrase – ‘werewolves rule’ on the side of the house/cabin you live in that pretty much indicates there is a little fanaticism. But I am getting ahead of myself.
This morning we awoke and prepared for our attack. Mostly Amber and I had to sync up our magic. Each mage has their own magical frequency. Basically, it means I can cast my fireballs through my own shields because they have the same magical resonance. But Amber’s fireball hit my shields and can’t go through. The thing is on this raid I knew the best strategy was for me to full-on be the shield guy while Amber stayed inside my shield and did the fireball thing to the werewolves. Lunette’s role was to channel and distract the werewolves until Amber and I could handle them one at a time or in at most a couple.
But that meant syncing my magic with Amber’s so her fire could go through my shields. This involves a small ritual known to most mages and it lasts until the sunset. It is a small binding ritual but to make it stronger, Amber and I did it skyclad (not a problem as you can imagine). Then we geared up.
Amber had brought her a more practical short dress outfit. More of a cheerleader uniform with long sleeves, knee-high boots, and gloves. She wore a ruby necklace that I knew would augment her powers. All red of course. Lunette shrunk down and put on her little leaf outfit and attached her dagger.
For myself, I grabbed my favorite T-shirt. It has a raven sitting on a skull in the middle with the words ‘Too many idiots, not enough axes” written around the picture. Jeans, hiking boots. and my valknut pendant. It was pretty warm outside despite the early fall so no hoodie.
We headed out with Amber and I walking and Luneette guiding the way and scouting. It was a good walk and took about an hour, but soon we were over a cabin in the woods. Lunette landed on my shoulder and kissed my cheek and Amber took my hand for a few seconds. Then Lunette used her illusion to make us invisible and we approached the cabin.
It was high noon so the werewolves were fast asleep but one was prowling on guard duty. He was our first target. He was in human form. probably middle-aged and tall but skinny. When he stopped and began sniffing we knew he had detected us but couldn’t place us.
“Now”, I said.
Lunette sped away like a bullet and struck the guard right in the face with her pixie pinball thing she does. I put both my hands together and cast my shield spell expanding it around Amber and myself. Amber let loose with her fireball and it passed through my shield and struck the werewolf before he even had a chance to growl. Then however he screamed.
That of course brought a commotion inside the cabin we could hear. Lunette zipped inside going right through a windowpane. This was followed by cries of confusion and pain. One of them ran out of the front door. She was naked and transforming. Amber never gave her a chance to finish and then there was a second burning werewolf corpse.
That made the odds even and Lunette shot out of the cabin. Amber followed our plan and basically set the cabin on fire. We were giving the surviving werewolves a choice. Burn alive inside or come out and fight. All three chose the latter but they were stupid and came out one at a time. Now, they were fully transformed so they were fast as hell. The first one got a few steps toward us before Amber torched her. But the next to last one got close enough to swipe at us, but his claws scratched harmless against my shield. He roared in frustration and it was the last sound he made before Amber torched him too.
The last werewolf took off out the back away from us but Lunette caught him and then pinballed him until he was standing still swiping at air trying to hit her. Amber let another fireball fly and there there was a final fifth Fenris-Fire burning on the ground. They hadn’t had a chance. It was a slaughter.
We came home pretty much in silence. The cabin was burning behind us. Thankfully far enough from the trees and we did hear fire engine sirens as we got further away. The werewolves would be burned to ash leaving no trace. Just a cabin that caught on fire for some reason to the local authorities. I still worry though the magical forces would detect something quite different.
When we got home we all stripped down to our skin and headed to the sauna. We all took turns being bathed by the other two. Made love as a Trois and then did a skinny dip to cool off. Combat always made me horny and still does. Apparently, that is true for the girls as well. The girls are talking right now about the battle and I am writing the record of it. My fear is that we just set off a beacon any mage could see was us. I hate my hunches as they seem paranoid, but damn if I am not right most of the time.
Writer’s Notes:
Probably not the most dramatic battle scene, but I want to give the impression that my threesome is not only sexy as hell but deadly. They can handle themselves. This is also the first time Amber has gotten to show her stuff in battle proper. Yes, she is a badass fire mage.
One might say the werewolves were treated callously but Amber has good reason to hate them and so does the Rogue Wizard. Lunette, as all fae, has an ancient feud with both werewolves and vampires. My character has a long history by now of killing with magic. Yeah, he still has his moments of ‘what if’ but there is a recognition of time and place being right for reflection on the morality of the situaiton.
I remain,
The Rabyd Skald – Wandering Soul, Bard, and Philosopher. The Grey Wayfarer.
Skaal!!!
The Grey Wayfarer 