NINJA SCROLL SECRET: NINJA IN THE DRAGONS DEN

 Upon viewing the film, "NINJA IN THE DRAGONS DEN" we see Ninja Scroll Secrets sneakily placed innocently into the script that appears to have no bearing on martial arts, but on the contrary, it does. 

"All Hot and Bothered Over Nothing". 

This is one of the most important martial arts lessons to learn to this day, especially for modern ninjas as their problems they face, gets them all "hot and bothered over nothing". Proper energy and emotional and intellectual management is essential to organizing one's ninja energy, so that it is harnessed and used properly. The ninja, should never waste their time and energy on un-necessary activities, or acting "Out of Ninja Character". This "All Hot and Bothered Over Nothing is a ruse and a clever ploy, a trick, a deception to get you to "Step Out of Ninja Character". 

In the film, Charlie is reading a dirty book, that has dirty illustrations. He is caught by his ninja friend, Genbu who was doing some very hardcore gravitational-defying physical training that beats most gym routines. Genbu accuses Charlie of always reading dirty books and catching him reading dirty books all the time and that he has dirty thoughts on his mind. Charlie defends himself accusing Genbu of not thinking of women or even trying to get laid and that Charlie himself has the right to think about sex. But Genbu says it's all bullshit, and that Charlie is getting "All Hot and Bothered Over Nothing". Genbu is right. Charlie says Genbu is right and that Charlie himself, he must "study a real woman". 

A similar lesson is taught by Bruce Lee in "Enter the Dragon". Here Bruce Lee confronts a young student and tests his skills. Bruce Lee tells the extraordinary tale of the moon. "When gazing at the moon, one must not focus on the finger pointing at the moon, or you will lose the essence of the Moon". This can be interpreted in a way that "When gazing at a woman, one must not focus not the penis pointing at the woman, or you will lose the essence of the woman". 

why there should be a deaf character in the films

  

 Using a deaf character, adds a fresh perspective in a world of vast entertainment of vast stories, thus giving the screenwriter a new way of story forms and structures. Considering the vast amount of series and episodes that make up a massive amount of stories, and to be fresh, not using a cookie-cutter sheet method, but yet getting a cognitive effect on the audience. Its rather very interesting to have a deaf superhero, because, a super power gives the hero a strange advantage to fight evil, that takes him out of reality into the supernatural, and yet at the same time is deaf, having a struggle that is kin to mortal man and is symbolic of mankind's struggles. Audiences like to see their hero overcome their struggles and win in the end. Action films are predictable, we know the hero will win and will get the bad guys and defeat the big boss. The twist is that a deaf hero is unique in being a somewhat of a new character, if not so new already. Using a deaf hero character offers the screenwriter rich new groundwork from which to write a script. 

  If we are to examine "Remakes" and usually many remakes are doomed to failure. Why? Because of excess production, it becomes marked with a 'curse', according to Surrealist Theorist Georges Bataille. To quote, Bataille insists that an organism's growth or expansion always runs up against limits and becomes impossible. The wasting of this energy is "luxury". The form and role luxury assumes in a society are characteristic of that society. "The accursed share" refers to this excess, destined for waste. Unquote. So, if we are using the same patterns, the same scripts, the same titles, the same films, they become a wasting of energy, and thus become 'accursed' thus the title of his book, "The Accursed Share". So, the screenwriter and film-makers are challenged to make original media, in this world of vast entertainment, and thus, a a deaf character offers a way to make that "excess energy' be put to use that it doesn't become waste or impossible, and becomes a relevant work of production. 

 Bruce Lee, was actually a "new character" in his time, he was the first Chinese Hollywood movie star. At first, the producers actually wanted to use a previously famous white movie star to play his role in a script and film intended for Bruce Lee. Eventually Bruce got his way in and was to star in it, but the producer eventually scrapped the project. Then, the producer decided to hire Bruce Lee as the Green Hornet's sidekick, Kato. This went on for one season and was supposed to go for a second season but the producer, despite the acclaim and ratings the show got, ended it. Many Hollywood producers only think of money when they make a film. They were afraid of using Bruce Lee as a major role because he was Chinese. So, a Chinese film company, who was going bankrupt, decided to gamble on Bruce Lee and use him, and at this same time, the previous Hollywood producer had money in India but couldnt' transfer it to his Hollywood bank account, so he had to use that money in India. So he decided to have Bruce Lee make the film in India. But Bruce Lee turned it down to work for the Chinese producers, if they would give Bruce Lee control of the script and certain prodcution control- after the films were made Bruce Lee broke all box office records and made millions more than anyone could have dreamed of and went on to have his own film production company and  make his own films. Enter the Dragon and Game of Death are his own he wrote and filmed and acted in. 

Before Bruce Lee made any Kung Fu films, he watched the films that the company made and other films, and he felt that these pre-Bruce Lee Kung Fu films were bland with no script, just few dialogue and lots of fighting and a watery thin story. If you examine this problem, French philosopher Baudrillard, to quote, the simulacrum is essentially the copy of a copy, that is to say, the copy of something that is not itself an original, and is hence an utterly degraded form. At its limit, as in certain accounts of postmodernism, the simulacrum is used to deny the possibility of anything being the singular source or origin of either an idea or a thing.

As you can see, Bruce Lee felt the early Kung Fu films were too much simulacrum, they were copies of copies and all alike each other with very thin scripts. So he wrote his own scripts and changed the Kung Fu films and set a new standard to how they were made. He got standing ovations at the theaters with everyone standing and applauding and crowds following him everywhere. You could theorize that the early Kung Fu films were 'degraded' from having thin scripts and were just chop-socky fighting. Bruce Lee also set the standard high in choreography. The point here is that using a deaf character, will solve the film-makers problem with simulacrum when making a film. Bruce Lee was solving the simulacrum of his time with the martial arts film industry, as well as brining Kung Fu to America (the Chinese banned Kung Fu from America but Bruce Lee broke those rules, and he also broke simulacrum by creating JFK, making him the father of Mixed Martial Arts). As you have asked "Why use so many different characters' remember that Bruce Lee is that "different' character during that time. Hollywood was very reluctant and afraid to use Chinese as they fear losing money. It was a different time back then. 

  

Excerpt from THE MODS

 Here is an excerpt from the book "The Mods". Chapter 1

 The Bonehead Skinhead was standing outside the DYM club in Tulsa, Oklahoma. He waited for his target, a deaf Mod named David. The Inbreds, a group of father-fucker inbred rednecks who hated David for being different, for being Mod, and for being deaf, wanted to punish David. So they called in a Bonehead of the KKK Neo-Nazi Gang. The Inbred hated David for dressing Mod as if he came from Carnaby Street 1960's. The Inbreds dressed as if they went to the McMainstream Store to look all the same, the Inbred Redneck Father-Fucker haute coutre fashion style. The waited by the door to approach David as David regularily attends Retro 80s every Thursdays at the DYM. The Bonhead also came with this buttfuck friend, another Bonehead. Both were over six foot tall, burly with fat ass, and weighed over 200 lbs. David was a medium sized dude, only 5'6" tall and weighed 140 lbs. He was puny compared to the Ape size that were the Father-Fucker Boneheads who lick the shit off Hitler's Boots. The Bonehead had a Nazi flag emblem on his neck, and demon tattos and Nazi tattoos all over his arms. He had a double axe emblem indicating that he was a proud KKK chapter of the inbred redneck lands of Crapmore. 

The Bonehead noticed David and could pick him out of the crowd. David wore outlandish outfits that set him apart from anybody in Tulsa. He wore Mod threads, and sunglasses, and a hearing-aid. The Bonehead walked up to David and said, "Hey, you, Im gonna talk to you. You've seen the Revenge of the Nerds films, eh"

David was bothered by the approach of the Bonehead. He usually only wants to talk to hot chicks and nobody else. It cramps his style to talk to guys, especially a Bonehead. 

"Hell fuck yeah Ive seen the Revenge of the Nerds film, so fucking what". 

"Yeah well man" the Bonehead spoke. "See, in Revenge of the Nerds, the Nerds get their revenge, by getting the girls. But you see, this is Tulsa, where Deaf Nerds like you don't get their revenge. In Tulsa we hate deafies like you. The girls dont like you because you're deaf and we don't like deaf people". 

David looked at the Bonehead. "What? I can't hear you. I don't want to talk to someone who Fucks their Father, you Father-Fucker". 

The Bonehead repeated his statement again. David was deaf, after all. 

David finally heard it over the electro dance remix of Micheal Jackson thumping in the background. David simply walked away and had enough of wasting time talking to the Bonehead. There were girls to talk to and to pick up. 

Later that evening, David met a blonde girl and talked to her outside so he could hear her. They french kissed outside the door. The Bonehead got out, and was raging angry with jealousy at seeing the mod David french kiss a blonde girl. He was so jealous because the only score he got was from fucking his Father, for he was a father-fucking inbred redneck. He ran and did a sucker-punch on David's face in the middle of the french kiss, while David was not looking. David was shocked at the audacity and cowardice of the Skidmark Skinhead, and he punched the skinhead and there as a fight and while David punched and kicked the skinhead, he got the bonhead's blood all over his shirt. Eventually people ran in to break up the fight and the skinehead ran off before the police arrived. 

Excerpt from Chapter 4. 

"But I like David. He seems really cool and not afraid to dress differently as a Mod.", said Jessica. 

"But Jessica, he's deaf. Besides, its embarassing to be seen with him as he wears those crazy clothes."

"Who cares. Im tired of the plain, boring trucker caps and prep style that everyone wears in Tulsa" says Jessica. 

"If you go out with David again, Jessica, we wont' be your friend anymore". 

"What?? But I love David's cock. It feels so good in my cunt and  my mouth."

The girls were shocked. Jessica had sex with David, a deaf mod! That was taboo. That was unheard of in Tulsa. THe girls were angry and shocked at Jessica's relationship with deaf Mod David. They freaked out. 

"Really, you did, Jessica?" asked Sara. 

"Yeah, and its bigger than the tiny micropensis size" exclaimed Jessica. 

"Really? Im tired of the tiny micropensis size that my inbred redneck boyfriend has" says Sara. 

"We maybe I can share David with you" says Jessica. 

"Sure" says Sara. "Maybe we all can have a foursome with David".

The Revolution Sparked by the Collegia of Norfolkshire Part II. (Part I is scrolled beneath Part II)

   The merry retinue of Festivus gathered their belongings in a short time, taking down the tents, art displays, carnival props, prepping them on donkeys and draught horses. They were met by a small regiment of mercenaries hired by the Collegia of Norfolkshire to escort them out of the kingdom. The air was pensive. Many of the regalers were still tripping hard, despite the anti-dotes adminstered. Everyone was intoxicated, one way or another. A few students whose psychedelic fun turned into a bad trip, and were suffering dark anguish and paranoiac stress. Most of the students stood with Festivus, ready to follow him. They all looked at the gate, out of the campus ground, which was barred and heavily gaurded by elite troops. Alfried looked at his students, shaking his head in sadness.

   "This is a dark day for the collegia, that we have to answer the threats of war." moaned Alfried, to the students. "Please try to uphold the peace when leaving, and try to escape the terrors of Nuremburg".  Festivus nodded to the giant Andre, who took the little man onto his shoulders.
   "Everyone, we will not fight back. We will try to escape, but we must spread the word of love and peace. We all will leave the city covered in flowers, and flowers we will hold in our hands as weapons, weapons of love." Festivus was adamant, shining confidience. "All Hail King Love!" The students and the followers of Festivus began their chant, "All Hail King Love!" in union and repetition, holding their flowers, staring at the gate, as it opens.. they walk out the campus, where a large crowd of mostly peasants, curious onlookers and a few nobles, along with an array of gaurds.. a fast blur sprintss from the crowd, a Nuremburg Assassin disguised as a beggar, armed with a long, thin dagger, dashes to slay Festivus, leaping high to reach Festivus who sits on Andre's shoulders, was halted by a bolt shot by a crossbow armed mercenary. The students and regalers were shocked at the violence, but despite their protocol of peace, they shrugged, as the Collegia's mercenaries orders were to protect the students. They resumed their chants, handing out flowers to those in the crowd willing to take one, and acted out their role as a float in a parade, the whole city were looking out windows and shops at them, either waving an feeling of admonishment or mocking them, a few rotten vegetables were hurled here and there. The elite gaurd followed them, to ensure they would leave the city. A crossbow bolt hit Andre in the shoulder, but the giant didn't even budge, or show any pain. He was wasted, high, to the point of oblivion. His shoulder trickled blood, as he carried Festivus on his shoulders. The crossbow rang out again, from a dark window, and this time hitting a student, in the body, who cried out in shrill terror, thus raising the attention of the mercenaries, who, began to rush to the side where the student was struck, trying to protect them with their shields as they marched, while two elite gaurds rushed into the tavern from where they believe the bolt flew, in search of the assassin. The wounded student was taken to a nearby clinic by some elite gaurds. Many peasants were angered at the violence caused by the assassin, and a few of them marched with the students, to show their support. Despite the crossbow bolts that hurled by, they continued their chants, passing out flowers, as the musicans played their instruments in tune to the chants, Giorgio strummed his lyre, hoping that he would not be struck by a bolt, or stabbed in the process, but little, did he know what was in wait for them, for as they approached the gates leading outside of Norfolkshire, the entire valley and mountains were filled with the armies of Nuremburg, that stretched across the land, a path was made, through the armies, as if it was a path made for the students and followers of Festivus. As soon as they had passed the gate, the mercenaries went out on a suicide charge, fighting the overwhelming numbers of Nuremburg, bravely meeting their deaths as honorable warriors, they did what they could to take down as many of Nuremburg, alas being hacked to peices by innumerable blades.
  
   Festivus was not taken aback. He stood on Andre, whose shoulder was bleeding, and held his flowers high and threw them at the soldiers of Nuremburg as if they were weapons.
   "What is this??? Why would you spend a huge warchest to fund an entire army just for a small troupe of merry makers?" Alfried, the professor, has followed them, and is befuddled at the incomprehensible need for Nuremburg to spend so much of a warchest to deploy an entire army to just slay Festivus and his followers? A Nuremburg Captain, clad in black with red trim, his armor also dyed black, and a huge red feather plumed from his dark helm walked to Alfried and spoke:
   "We, Nuremburg, our aims is to wage war, and wars we shall fight for all our lives. War, is our religion". He spoke with a menancing tone, filled with cruelty.
   "I... I.. I am Professor Alfried, a Professor from the Collegia of Norfolkshire. Please spare the students, they have nothing to do with you, they are simply students and we are just trying to study."
   "You all want me, I, Festivus, I will lay down my life for my friends, please spare them". Festivus stood on the giants shoulders, proudly stretching his arms, ready to be slain.
   "You, Festivus, come here." a stern commanded from the dark Captain of Nuremburg. Festivus jumped from Andre's shoulders, and walked to the captain, with flowers in his hands. They took him, bound him in ropes, and from each limb, they attached each rope from each limb to a separate horse in that direction. It appeared that they would tear Festivus from limb to limb by riders prodding the horse. Festivus winced in pain, for he was not yet dismembered, but the stress was too great to bear. The horses begun to ride in one direction, instead of riding from the axis of which Festivus would be dismembered, they carefully rode through the open path through the armies of Nuremburg.
   "All those who follow Festivus and his teachings of Love and Peace, follow him". shouted the dark Nuremburg Captain. The retinue and students, with the gates to Norfolkshire closed behind them. There was no turning back. Everyone followed, except Alfried, who turned away, walking to the gates. The captain snuck up behind him, and shouted, "Coward!" and swiftly beheaded the professor.
   The students and followers followed Festivus, who was tortured by the great strain of being moved by four horses tied to his limbs, the risk of being dismembered, the pain was vast. Great care was taken by the riders to prevent dismembering, so that Festivus was held aloft by the ropes, so the strain caused him great pain. A stoned follower, garbed in a suit made of woven flowers, ran to try to untie Festivus, and his arm was cut off by a soldier. He screamed in intense pain. The students and followers continued to chant and play their music, trying to hand out flowers to a soldier or toss a flower at them in protest. The armies of Nuremburg began to chant, their numbers vast, their war songs, drowning out the mere chants of love and peace of the troupe of Festivus, banging their shields, causing the ground to shake and rumble. The students were drowning in fear, having horrible bad trips, despite given the antidote. Giorgio began to see the armies of Nuremburg as demons. He saw them with horns, with eyes glowing darkness, a darkness that showed the abyss of nothingness, of despair and dread, the eyes of demons. He saw them all splattered with blood, their blades and spears covered in body parts. Giorgio tried desperately to keep his cool. He wished he hadn't gotten himself into this, he thought. How could he percieve this to happen? There was no warning, nothing he knew that he could have gotten himself out of this situation. A spear jabbed his left thigh, giving him a small wound, and it oozed blood. He was in pain, and knew this was going to happen many times. He continued to play his lyre, shouting "All Hail King Love" at the top of his lungs. A painted girl gave him a painkiller herb, that made him high, and took his pain away. He felt better, but the terror and horror remained. He didn't like the strange contradiction of being high in such a place and sitaution of terror. He didn't want to feel good when he should feel bad in the wrong place at the wrong time. But he knew that by having the pain reduced, his suffering was minimal. The painted girl was taken by Nuremburg's soldiers, and they gang-raped her brutally. He wanted to save her, but there was nothing he could do but to die trying. She appeared to be dead, and wondered if they killed her, or if she took a suicide-pill. He hestitated, trying to strengthen his resolve, trying to play the hero, trying to find wisdom, trying to find the solution, tyring to find a way out. There was no way out, the road led to death. He looked behind him. A seige took place, Nuremburg broke the oaths of their deal, and war took place. He realized that Festivus was simply a scapegoat for Nuremburg to gain strategic position in a seige. It was all a trick. The students all had oozing wounds, from thrown stones, spear jabs, as they sang and walked their trail of tears. The girls were gang-raped, some even while dead. Soon, it got worse, a student's leg was chopped off, left to bleed. The hackings continued, in a graduation. Festivus screamed in pain, for his arm was dismembered. It appeared he suffered a long and slow dismembering by horse, which is quite an exquisite torture method that Nuremburg is capable of derising. A student placed a bag in Giorgio's hand and said, "Keep this with you", and he ran off, with his weapons now unsheathed, hacking his way through the armies of Nuremburg like a champion, and the warriors of Nuremburg were in awe, and shock, and he hacked his way, slaying many soldiers with deft skill.

  "Keep the peace! No fighting" cried Giorgio. He must have been a spy, he thought. He put the bag inside of his lyre where it could be hidden, a special place where he hid his money. The spy, hacking his way through the armies like an insane champion, exploded, for he wore a chest of explosives, he was on a suicide mission. The explosion, triggered a series of explosions and fires that tore up the armies of Nuremburg, for the ground was rigged with traps, to be triggered by an explosion, cleverly placed by the strategists of Nuremburg. The sudden explosion and heavy losses that Nuremburg incited a rage which left all the students and Giorgio all massacred. Giorgio could feel many blades strike his body, penetrating him with incredible irritation..

   Giorgio woke up. He held the lyre in his hands, and upon seeing it, he began to sing it. It was a beautiful sunny day, and he had no recollection of what happened.
   He looked around, it was a forest, filled with grand splendour of green lush gardens and birds, flowers that blooomed, with butterflies that loomed. There was no one to be seen. So he whistled, and played his lyre, walking in a random direction he felt was the best. He smiled at a rabbit fluttering across the meadow, it's cottontail catching Giorgio's eye. He walked for hours, playing his lyre. Finally reaching a hill, where he could see across a horizon, a cloud of smoke.
  "Oh boy a village methinks". and he strode to the source of the smoke, which took the course of a few hours. He saw what he was looking for, a small village, but it was all in ruins, burned to the ground. It was littered with corpses. He saw his classmate, dying.
  "What happened?" asked Giorgio, who held the student in his arms.
  "Dont you remember? Nuremburg and Festivus? We were there". That triggered all the memories, it all came back to Giorgio. How could he forget?
  "I died, and came back to live with my family at this village, for many months. Then an army of Nuremburg came, took our  crops, raped my sisters, burned the village. They even killed all the children. The children will never come back, they will never come back" he cried. Giorgio was in shock. It was against the laws of all councils and governments of Alluvium for anyone to kill a child. Many strict measures and careful punishments were adminstered to punish those who murdered children, who couldn't revive at Alluvium after death. Where they went, was of the imagination.
  "Try... Try.. to keep the peace". The student gasped and died. Giorgio was outraged. As a student of the Collegia of Norfolkshire and a follower of Festivus, he wanted to spread peace and the word of King Love. But now he wanted venegance, and wanted to fight Nuremburg. He decided to try to be a spy, to continuously do whatever it was he could to stop Nuremburg from being Nuremburg.


 

The Revolution Sparked at the Collegia of Norfolkshire Part I

   Giorgio looked out the window, at the tents that laid out in the gardens that surfaced the campus grounds of the Collegia of Norfolkshire. The tents were dyed many colors, and some were painted not unlike those of ministrels, acrobat troupes, or travelling carnivals. He eyed the girls that walked in and out of the tents, some dancing as if in a trance, smoking canna and partaking of shaman herbs. He indeed thought his Collegia was heaven, even though his instructors were very strict on his studies. He then turned to look at the pale, wizened elder who spoke with a raspy throat.

   "As you may know, here in Alluvium, our resources to put education together has been tremendous, than the world we left behind. Descartes, who I met shortly before my Earth death and arriving here, wanted to merge all the arts together so they may be fully understood, to merge philosophy, theology, arts, humanities, with science, for he felt that even the spiritual could be seen in the cold logic of science." He gasped for breath, took a drink of dark red wine, and continued. "Of course, Descartes said, "I think, therefore I am'. This is so true to all of us in Alluvium. We live and die, live and die, in our senseless acts of violence, to return again. We are what we think, our actions betray us, our thoughts betray us. This is why our circicullum is strict, we must study hard to form and shape the intellect".. "To be the best person we can be". The professor shifted his head to adjust his smudgy, yellow-tinted spectacles to his nose. "Yes, we have hired even more printers and scribes, to meet the demands of the knowledge that comes through here in Alluvium. Yes, more textbooks to study, more books to revise, and make additional companions to textbooks to supply the ever-demanding knowledge we bring with the newcomers that arrive in Alluvium. We have seen automata built, incredible war-machines of automata, such as dragons made out of metal, war toys of destruction. Our motto here, in this instution of knowledge, is that knowledge must be used for good, and not for evil; 'bonum ex malo non fit- good does not come from evil'. Here we have always wished Leonardo Da Vinci has arrived here in Alluvium, especially to reside here at this fine collegia of learning that we are so proud of. Allow me to introduce Reggio, who was a corpse drawn by Leonardo Da Vinci. He was able to draw Leonardo's inventions, and that is why we have them. This has been kept a secret for many decades, for we are surfacing this secret, to you all, to further the learning of this establishment". The students gasped and were awed in surprise. Everyone wondered why Leonardo Da Vinci's inventions came to fruit in Alluvium. Some simply belived that those who saw Leonardo's drawings could describe the inventions, and that was actually the case in many instances. The students clapped and the professor hushed them.

   Reggio spoke. "Greetings, it is a pleasure to be here. When I arrived here in Alluvium, I had no idea how I died, or what my past was. I couldn't remember a thing. I was confused, like many others. One day, I saw a man with papers and pens, and I politely asked if I could have some. He was adamant and couldn't refuse my charms, so he gave me a nice box of parchments and fine feathers, with jars of ink. I began, to draw, to my surprise, with alarm clarity, these drawings, out of nothing, with no formal training. I began to draw my own corpse, as the way Leonardo was drawing my corpse. I drew my anatomy, my skeleton. I drew many of Leonardos inventions, his theories, his notes, I started filling up that box with stuff that came out of nowhere. I didn't even know who Leonardo was, but I even signed them with his name". He held up many drawings for everyone to see. The students were shocked in awe. They formed a line to examine the drawings and began to ask questions.

  The professor spoke, to bring order. "We ourselves, have kept this a secret, for many of these war inventions, as you seen Reggio has drawn, have not been made. The ones you see out on the battlefield have been inspired by those who have seen Leonardo's inventions back on Earth. Here in Reggios case, he has transferred Da Vinci's knowledge to us by his corpse being Leo's muse. As far as we may know, this may be the only case of it's kind in Alluvium". We have formulated many theories, and we will divulge them, in this phamlet that shall be handed out to you all after this lecture. Tommorow's lecture we shall discuss these theories and you all shall write a thesis on your theories, and then we shall have examinations of Reggio. Class is dismissed". The students were handed out a small booklet as they examined the drawings, all curious eyes darting at Reggio and the anatomical drawings of him.

   Giorgio sighed. He wondered what he was doing back in Venice, before he arrived here. His memories were hazy, he remembered the canals, serenading the girls waving back to him from their verandas, as he sat in his gondola, playing his harp and lyre with finesse. He would wear a velvet mask and a silk-lined velvet cloak, as he lured girls to his gondola, and kissed them and began to make love to them. Then one night, a jealous lover stabbed him in the back.. he had to hold back his tears and regained his composure, as not to draw the attention of the class. He spent years wondering which girl was his one and true love, and wondered if he'll ever see them again. He felt he was the king of the world, already in heaven, floating on rose-strewn, perfumed waters of Venice, girls in ornate, emroidered silks inviting them to their lavish balls and galas, each day a feast with nobles and aristocrats, where they discussed poetry and literature, and dabbled in fencing, for he has survived many duels, with several scars. He was well educated, having tutors in his youth, and even arriving in Alluvium, he couldn't let go of his academic ways, finding the Collegia to satiate his curiosities he couldn't find in the world he left behind. Soon, he felt, it wasn't always a matter of finding more strides in science, in medicine, in industrialization, but the most important stride, was in humanity, in man finding reason and logic, that could conquer the chaos of violence that always upsurped mankind, and this was the motto of the Collegia of Norfolkshire, 'bonum ex malo non fit'. Giorgio felt that wars could be stopped with words, with reason, and not with any new-fabricated war machine. He wanted to sing them, as he would cradle his lyre into his hands, strumming them carefully with dexterity.

  "How much must this madness must go on??" rasped the aged professor. His glasses were so stained and tinted that it look he could see better peering outside of the lenses.
  "Alfreid, I know how you feel, about the students discipline, about the distractions". said the Headmaster, an aged professor, a bit more studier, less droopy, but more masculine, stronger than many of the teachers.
  "Pardon me sir, but distractions? This is canna and psychedelics and abase, loose moral women we are talking about!!". Alfreid rasped.
  "I invited them in, to stay on this campus grounds. Their message of love and peace that they spead throughout Alluvium is of importance to the message of this Collegia. I trust our students will make their own decisions with the best discretion we have taught them". The Headmaster, who was considred the most harsh disciplinarian, was rather
  "Its blasphemy! Hypocrisy! How can the students study, esp with the massive load of books coming in??.. pardon my tone of voice, sir.. "
  "It's alright. Keep in mind that Nuremburg has killed much of them, and we have taken them in as sanctuary, for their protection. We are trying to spread the word of peace, for that we must teach that here in Alluvium, we return to life after being killed in war, to learn that one mustn't do it again, we cannot allow those in Alluvium to feel that death and killing should be taken for granted. It goes against the theories and philosophies we have tried so hard to bring to fruitition"
  "Yes.. but.. what about the canna and psychedelic use, sir?"
  "It is all in the name of science, Alfried. We have a strict rule on alcohol on campus, to keep strict discipline. But now, we have students writing very resourceful and insightful theories on the psychedelic experience. With the raids and wars on Norfolkshire, we cant deprive our students of life".
  "Sir.. just how many of those girls have you had.. ". The headmaster laughed. "Ill be on my way, Sir", said the startled Afried. The headmaster returned to his study, where he smoked a bowl of canna, with a naked girl, painted in bright colors..

  Giorgio went down the tower steps, admiring the oils of the great academians and scholars dimily lit in torchlight and narrow stained windows. A well-dressed nobleman walked up the steps, clad in fine velvets and leather hunting gear, smoking a pipe filled with canna.
   "Hey Giorgio! Class is over Ive been looking for you, hey, smoke this!" Hubert twirled his long mustache and goatee hairs as he held out his ornately carved horn pipe.
   "Hubert, man, the last lecture was so far-out, dude."
   "Fuck that, I don't wanna hear about it. Smoke this."
   Giorgio took a puff of the pipe. He laughed, the sensations of pleasure wafted through his mind, and he soon began to feel vibrant, alive, and started to dance a bit..
   "Yeah, man that's more like it" laughed Hubert. He nudged Giorgio and pressed him towards the door. "Let's go to the tents, dude". Drums, harps, lyres, strings, flutes filled the air. Giorgio took out his lyre and started strumming, as he approached the brightly dyed tents, painted in swirls, arcane-like anagrams, flowers, insects, bees, birds.. The procession of musicians, dressed in dyed rags, not unlike the tents they lived in, welcomed Giogrio heartwarmingly, adjusting their rhythmn to meet his. They played together as if they have jammed for years. Naked girls danced on the campus of the Collegia, painted in psychedelic colors, high on canna and other shaman herbs. They swirled and gyrated, danced among the throng of musicians, shaking and twerking. All campus eyes were on these performers, from windows or from the grounds. Soon the drums came to a halt. The music dwindled down. Out of the biggest tent, came a small man, who was rather so small, that he was held on a giant man's shoulders, so he could be seen by all. His garb was more garish than any pompous aristocrat's, but lacked the finery that only they could afford. He wore necklaces of arcane symbols and crystals. His face was painted in flowers. Garlands of flowers wrapped his head like a crown. He took a puff of canna from his pipe and spoke:

   "Stop wars! Do you all not know, that we live in Alluvium, to live and die, and to live and die again, and again, and again, to learn one thing! To stop killing and fighting! It is so easy to break something, but so difficult to fix it. The fragility of life! We cannot create a living thing, but we can destroy it! We must honor life, above all things, as sacred. To reason, of any accord, that could harm a living thing, is unreasonable, for we must strive, to find our true selves as living beings to honor life as a living being! We are given life to honor it, not to destroy it! We must stop wars! How many times do we have to suffer the same fate of the futility of war, of violence, over and over, to find that it solves nothing? It always solves nothing! Alluvium has proven this! War solves nothing!".

  Murmurs of agreement from the crowds ensued. A professsor began to clap. Soon an applause roared. "No more wars! No more wars! No more wars!" Everyone began to chant it, as a mantra. The drums began, and then the musicians followed, and the naked girls started dancing.. the crowds were chanting and chanting, dancing, canna was passed out by freaks and then the small man sitting on top of the tall man raised his hands, and the drums stopped, the music dwindled, and was very low, a small strum here and there.

   "I bring you the message, from King Love, that, we are created by Him to love others, just as He loves us. Life is love, and love is life. When one sees a flower, or an animal, or a human, as living, as alive, it is the same as loving. Living and Loving is one breath. We breathe love, we breathe life. We eat love, we eat food. We drink love, we drink love. Our hearts beats love, our hearts beat blood. Then why, do we still hate, and have violence and wars, you ask? Because, this world is tainted, my friends. It has been tainted by our enemy, the enemy of King Love. A fallen angel, has caused this taint, this curse of nature, and even in Alluvium, it resides. This taint has resided in Earth when we left it, and yet we meet this curse here in Alluvium and my friends, we ask, why? Why did we not escape the ill-fated things we met on Earth? We have been given, this second chance, to redeem ourselves, to prove to King Love, that we can conquer evil with love, by loving others! All Hail King Love! All Hail King Love!"

   The crowds began to chant immediately. "All Hail King Love! All Hail King Love!" The drums were pounding madly, the musicians were excastic, the girls danced in a frenzy, and everyone followed the parade around campus, dancing, smoking canna, it became rather more intense than any drunken student party, in which almost the entire school was involved, including many strict professors, who seemed like in a trance, and they followed the little man sitting on the tall man's shoulders around the Collegia of Norfolkshire's grounds, banging on drums or musicial instruments, passing out pipes filled with canna or other herbs, and many a couple went at it in the gardens or bushes, many of the naked girls did nothing to fight off the men's advances, but welcomed them, much to their delight. It became an orgy of epic proportions. Alfried, the decaying professor, looked out his office window, sighed deeply, for he never thought he would see the day something like this would happen at the Collegia. He felt the Headmaster had too much power, and his decisions were supported by the majority vote of the other professors. He could understand why the Headmaster let the freaks stay on campus for protection. It was no secret that Spies of Nuremburg watched the gate, alert for any signs of the freaks leaving, to kill them. There was quite a scandalous skirmish that happened a few weeks ago, leaving ten freaks and two students dead, as well as four Nuremburg spies killed and one captured and interrogated. If any soldier or spy of Nuremburg entered the campus, they would have to kill the gaurds, as well as get into a full-scale war with Norfolkshire. Alfried wondered if it would come to that. Nuremburg hated the freaks vehemently, hated their pacifist agenda as well as hated the Collegia as well. Alfried wondered at how much of the funds were left to support everyone. Apparently, many of the students were able to sell much of the canna for handsome heapings of letcher. Alfried wondered at this, how they could avoid war, he wanted to avoid war. He loved their teachings, as simple they were, but logical, and he felt deeply that he cared, but he wished there wasn't so much partying on campus. He loved the strict, orderly discipline of studying and reading of the academic, scholarly lifestyle. He wondered at the curiosity of psychedelic use and found it fascinating. He just wanted order, to keep the school running smoothly. But none of these things worried him too much. It was war that we was afraid of. He was afraid of Nuremburg attacking the school and inciting a war among various factions in Norfolkshire. His collegia was one of the few, if not the only one in Alluvium that taught a philosophy of peace within it's students. many philosophy students wrote very insightful books on pacifism in Alluvium, and many anti-war theorists have written quite many a startling thesis here at the Collegia he loved so much. Alfried yawned, and looked away from the window, to his study, and sat down and read a book, jotting down a few notes in the candlelight.

   Giorgio smiled at the naked girls who danced around him, one was painted like the stars of the night, another like the waves hitting the beach, another in psychedelic swirls and paisleys. They danced to the rhythmns of his lyre, as if he were a satyr serenading his nymphs. They kissed and caressed him, and guided him to the large tent. Inside, a massive love-fest took place, the air was thick with canna and sense-hightening insense, and the girls led him to a bevy of silk pillows, were they all cuddled, and began to make love all night long. He would at times, pause to play the lyre, or play it simultaneously. The room was filled with silk pillows, rugs, furs, hanging crystal shards that glowed various colored lights, all kinds of wonderous ephurmeia. Later that night, the little man came inside, and this time, he was not sitting on the big man's shoulders. An applause roared as he entered the tent. "All Hail King Love" they regaled. After conversing with various groups, he went up to Giorgio's group. "Greetings of Love, I am Festivus. I admire your talents on the lyre, please do play it with us all night, for we are embarking on an inner journey".
   "Inner Journey?", piquid Giorgio. Festivus blushed and laughs.
   "I do believe you know the answer to your question" he gave a smile. Of course Giorgio knew what was going on. It was no secret.
   "Yes, of course", Giorgio giggled and laughed. Festivus handed Giorgio a small vial containing a few drops of liquid.
   "Partake of this, and join us, our marvelous bard, and give us music to guide our journey through the heavens. You will leave this old self behind, to be renewed, like a bird taking a bath, cleansing the dust out of your feathers, so that your flight of life and attainment of existing and being will be effortless, you will know thyself, soaring through your being and the universe as one, taking up the wings of love."  Festivus turned and clapped. The orgy was too intense for anyone to pay him any attention. He walked to the giant whose shoulders he sat on, tapped on his shoulder;
   "Andre, Andre" The giant laughed and immediatley took Festivus on his shoulders, and Festivus head nearly touched the top of the tent, he was among the many hanging sculptures, lights, lanterns, euphermia, etc and so forth. He began to bang a gong, loudly, and soon he got everyone's attention.
   "Hear ye, regalers and yodelers, the ceremony has begun".
   "It has already begun ages ago, at least many thousands of centuries ago" shouted a rather high and wasted student, laughing manically.
   "Of course, it has, you are so correct. However, let me be your guide to today's ah, hike through the enchanted forest of the mind and self, and the universe". Applause ensues, shouts of maniacal laughter and giggles ensues through the tent.
   "What Enchanted Forest? There are mazes of mazes of interwining and intersecting lives of untold stories that lie before us, the cradle of mankind is beyond ancient, to be one person in a pyramid made by thousands of men filled with hordes of wealth is nothing compared to the great knowledge that simply loving others and making others happy is the true wealth that surpasses all luxuries and pleasures of mankind's endless follies". A wasted freak spoke, with a large pipe of canna, with a large bowl filled to the brim. He was covered entirely in a parody of a knight's armor made of flowers.         "Splendid! That was so beautiful, very beautiful, Borir! Everyone applause Borir". Festivus soon began to spoke.
   "Borir has told us something beautiful, that the true wealth is love. The cradle of mankind is love, it's whats holds us all together. Borir, I was speaking symbolically, our enchanted forest is love. Each one of you, please take a flower, they are passed out to you.". The psychedelic-painted girls handed out everyone a flower.
   "This flower, is your tree, it is our forest, The flower, is love. Imagine, that this flower, has wings, as you sniff and smell the beauty of this flower, its wings will guide you through the depths of love. Love, is the true Universe, love is the true reality and life".
   Giorgio looked at the flower a painted girl held up to his face as Giorgio began to strum his lyre. Festivus' guidance was working. The flower, in the psychedelic vision, began to sprout, wings of petal-like feathers, elegant and beautiful, giving off scents of enchanting beauty, and as it flapped it's wings, the perfume of the flower went through Giorgio like a wind, as if he was flying through the scent and beauty of the flower. Giorgio thought there was nothing more beautiful than this flower. It was alive, pulsating with life and love, and he began to felt, as if he was in a bed of flowers, shrouded in it's beauty, in it's inviting, nuturing warmth, and the soothing words of Festivus, as he described the flower, became a narrative for the journey.
  "See the light, See the flower, see the Love". Festivus held the flower to his face, staring at it intensely. Giorgio could see himself riding the wings of the flower, through serene clouds among birds and through a beautful eden.
Giorgio began to kiss the flower intensely, and began to nibble at a petal. A painted girl spoke to Giorgio. "Calm down, but don't worry, it's a harmless flower, there are plenty, but don't eat it, it's not poisonous though, but keep it calm".
Giorgio nodded. He still kissed the flower and continued to stare at it and smell it.
  "See the light of love. But in this journey through the enchanted forest, there are things to learn. There are shadows.". Festivus voice was a bit stern, and less soothing. Giorgio looked at the flower, and it began to sprout scary, scaly thorns, and he almost felt their prick, although not real, it's as if his body could almost react to such a sensation. The petals began to rot, and it changed into a skull, grinning, the eyes glowed many colors, and in the eye sockets Giorgio saw tunnels of violence of suffering, visions of war in the eye sockets, staring at him, the skull was grinning with wicked laughter, and it turned into the face of a rat corpse, decaying and decaying.. Giorgio was a bit nervous, there were shouts of fear and freak-outs in the tent. Soon the menancing skull turned back into a flower.
  "Not to worry everyone, I am your guide. Keep calm, breathe, and be positive. Our girls are here to soothe you and to watch over you all. We are here to learn, and of course, you all know the subjective and objective views a scientist of most of you to observe and learn from our journey". Festivus held the flower high, for all to see. He began to dance, and put on a circus jester's mask. The girls did likewise, putting on the jester's mask, and began to do court-jester skits. 
   "Life, is a parody of itself. Fantasy is a parody of reality, and reality is a parody of fantasy. As you stare at the flower, at the light, at love, it sometimes, will be darkness, it will be hate. We have nightmares, we have conflicts. We are here to show you that the light of love, is eternal, this is the true reality, the true fantasy, for the darkness, the shadow, which is hate, is not the true reality, is not the true fantasy."
   "Can I skip this part?? I'm kinda scared" said a nervous student, who couldn't hide his fear.
   "Yes, you may." He gestured for a girl to guide him outside and soothe him.
   As Giorgio strummed his lyre, the flower began to change from wings to a woman's legs as he kissed it. The flower turned into a vagina, and he was kissing and licking it, the perfume enchanting him and placing him into a trance. He almost felt a tongue come from the flower to intermingle with his, he kissed the center of the legs made from petals of a rose, and then all of a sudden, the flower turned into a decapitated head of a rat. He shrieked, recoiled back into terror. The girl chuckled and toseed out the flower and gotten a new one, for Giorio wore out the previous one. "Not to worry" chided the girl, painted like the night sky.
   "Booleanna, what happened? I saw a rat head"..
   "Its all a part of the journey, not everything in this universe is good or pleasant" whispered Booleanna.
   "I see a swirling tunnel, of many colors and patterns, there are naked girls flying through this tunnel, I think they are witches.. the tunnel leads to a floating castle, constructed by many strange antique invetions of unknown use, I see the masks! They are glowing, glowing bright- they change characters.."
   "Its alright, Giorgio, calm, relax and enjoy it, shhh.. " whispered Booleanna.
   "Many of you have experienced death and returned back to life here in Alluvium. We are here to die a undeath, where our old selves die so we may be reborn a new creature, through this journey, we are reborn through our journey, our learning, our experience. We are trying to find our true selves. Who are you? Why are you here? Why are you created? Why are there so many lies to hide the truth? Man create lies. Man, the most sophisticated and intellectual animal, creates lies and deceit, man, the smartest animal, the smartest creature, is perhaps the most confused, believing lies and creating them, giving in to hate and creating articulate machines of hate. As we wear these masks, you will see the lies that obscures your vision". Festivus danced in his mask and jester's hat, as well as the girls. Their masks seemed to the trippers, changing and changing in faces and form, from goblins, devils, angels with multiple wings and horns, changing in appearance and aura, angels looking demonic, demons looking angelic, strange humanioid lamps, bee-men, insectoids, aliens, decaying corpses dancing, a skeleton with a doll face with glowing red eyes.. a student screamed in fear. "Im freaking out!! Arrggg!" and was carried out by several of the painted girls. Some guys were laughing hysterically.
   "Calm down everyone, it's not funny, but laughter is good for the soul". Festivus couldn't contain his giggles and started to laugh like a crazy man. The laughter spread throughout the room, everyone started to laugh like maniacs, like madmen. Then some of the laughter turned to fear, and some started to weep hysterically.
   "The walls are melting! The walls are melting!" shouted a student.
   "Get him the anti-dote!" Festivus shouted to one of the attendants. They immediately brought him some herbs to alleviate his trip to bring him down to a pleasant one.
   "Calm down. We have yet a ways to go". Festivus said, in a stern but confident tone. "What you will experience, is to see the light that is Love, and that Love, is not a lie. We must reason, among ourselves, as the most sophisticated and intelligent creature, created by King Love, that love is not a lie. We must perceive things with the eye of Love, with King Love's eye. We must see that the demons of hate try to cloud our Universe with lies, so that we are always caught in a wind of lies, swimming in a sea of lies, but we must know, that we ourselves, are truth, that we exist as truth, and that we exist as love. We are created by love to love ourselves and others. We must embrace the light of love.." Festivus was interuppted by a nervous student.
   "Why do you have to mention the word, Demon". said another nervous student.
   "Oh, knock it off, Harold, you don't need to be so sensitive and take offense to that word" said Harold's friend.
   "Geez, man, I'm just paranoid".
   "Relax, my friends. Just know that if you give yourselves to King Love, he has you, and no one can take you away from King Love's love. His love is strong, it cannot be defeated. His love towards you is incomprehensible by human means, he loves you more than we could ever value or fathom". Festivus began to sing. "All Hail King Love" and everyone began to follow along, humming or singing, playing their instruments.
   Soon a horn sounded, outside the tent. They were rudely interrupted. It was the campus warning horn, the chapel bells began to rang. The dazed, tripping revellers were rather shaken, frightened, at the abrupt interruption. The revellers felt awoke in a shock, still intoxicated, in a trance, trying to make sense of what is going on.
   The headmaster stood on a podium, rather gravely, disheveled and tired, for it was the middle of the night and the sun has yet to rise.
   "I must speak on behalf of the university, and of Norfolkshire. I bring bad news, for we must strive to keep the peace, but we have to act on threat of war. The Baron Theosiphus, has brought to me official transcripts, that Norfolkshire will be at war with Nuremburg, there are armies right outside of the gates, and we will be at seige, if we do not release Festivus and his merry regimine". Shouts of protest arose. Boos and disgruntled mumblings were heard.
   "We will leave at once" said Festivus. "We will always keep the peace. We would rather die and die again, than to raise a hand to harm anyone."
   "Thank you, Festivus" said the Headmaster. "We have hired bodygaurds and mercenaries to protect you througout your exile. We spent all our coffers on your protection, so that you may all spread peace and love througout Alluvium".
   "We don't need Bodygaurds, we do not want to harm others or engage in war", pleaded Festivus.
   "It is my decision". Its really to protect the students, for they may follow you. They are our primary concern. It is also to protect the girls from rape by the knights of Nuremburg. Since we have spent our coffers, the school is closed for the semester and we will return next semester. Students, please gather your things and return home. We will see you all next year."
   "Thank you, kind sir, for your hospitality." bowed Festivus.
   "It is all done in the name of science and peace." remarked the Headmaster. Festivus turned to address the crowd. "I will give my life to have you all spared the expense and terror of dying. I know some of you have experienced it and as awful it can be, it can also be beautiful. But now is not good time to do it, but I will try to offer myself in all your place. Girls, please give the anti-dotes to everyone, to bring them down from their intoxications." Festivus then patted Andre's hand, and Andre took him upon his shoulders and they walked towards the gate of the campus. The collegia, used to be a great walled stronghold that was the army barracks, but the Baron Theosiphus, an academican and scholar, turned it into the great Collegia, and it had fortifications and further construction was built to create a great school of learning. Norfolkshire was well reputed in using any diplomatic means of avoiding war and also well known for it's eccentric cultures.

  
  

Operation Wild Ophelia, Complete, First Edit.

Side Quest:

 Operation Wild Ophelia

   Gilvert was 77 years old, quite elderly for a spy, he was sent to watch a cleric of St. Peter, in an adventuring party whose quest it was to bring supplies to a town quarantined by the Plague. Gilvert was rather peturbed, for he heard the distinct bird call of a do-do bird, and knew he had leave the party, and leave his mission for the time being. He walked in the direction of the bird call, and saw a light from a mirror flashing out a code from the mountain, G-I-L-V-E-R-T. He trudged up the mountain, and saw a campire, where an agent was feasting on some goat.
"Could you camp somewhere more decent?" gasped Gilvert, a bit dazed from the climb.
"When I saw you walking I started flashing the light. I was afraid the whole forest would walk here". The agent was a young lad, just older than manhood.
"That is a directional mirror it only strikes light exactly where you point it" said Gilvert.
"You sure know your stuff. Been a spy long?" said the lad.
"Longer than my age." Gilvert picked up a goat leg and started munching on it.
"Lets get to the point. I'm Ataurd, by the way. We've got a emergency protocol here, the higher ups want you to investigate what they call a "Pit and Pendulum Alert".
"Its that bad? I'm sladding 77 years old for christ sake. I feel every wound and every scar on my body."
"They think you're the perfect man for the job".
"Spit it out, what the slad is it?" Gilvert was impatient. He wanted to know what was more important than bringing provisions to thousands of starving, dying plague victims, even more important than the possiblity of saving them and finding a cure.
"Its Wild Ophelia".
"Wild Ophelia? No shit you're kidding me? I've heard of that place. Haven't been there, but I actually planned to!". Gilvert laughs.
"So you know what Wild Ophelia is?"
"Yes, it's a Chocolatier and Bordello. I've been wanting to visit that place sometime. Even retire there." Gilvert shakes his head in laughter, as if he was entertaining himself and getting a kick out of his self-conscious sense of humor.
"Well, here's your chance. You gotta go to Wild Ophelia and be a customer. Eat their Truffles, their chocolates, bed their women, but.. well, sigh.. ok Gil, here's the deal. Check out these drawings."
"What the Slaaaaaad is that????".
"Yeah, you gotta slaaaaaaay that. Get rid of it"....."Please"..
"So, all these customers are dying at Ophelias?" Gilvert was reading the mission briefing notes, the drawings and illustrations.
"Yeah, theres some strange kick. Customers are actually paying a lot of money to die at Wild Ophelia's".
"Wait a minute... I'm a old fart, you little shit! How in the flying fuck am I going to slay that?"
"Read the next page"... Gilvert sighs and checks it out.
"Oh yeah...... sure thing here in Alluvium, we all get more expendible with our lives so easy. I always thought life is precious, it isn't a toy".
"Here's a big bag of gold. Be sure to spend it all in one place: Wild Ophelia's".
"I sure fucking will you little shit" and with that Gilvert howled with laughter.

  Gilvert sat in the coach, dozing off from nimble slumber to taking peeks out the door to see if he was followed or attacked by any persuers. For an old man, he needed his rest, and hoped to get it. One of the perks of being a spy, was the rather unlimited budget he had, his coach buggy was luxurious, lined with gilded velvet and ornate designs of cherubs, with an oval oil painting on the ceiling, of angels soaring in the heavens. A little shelf held an assortment of liquors and ales. Gilvert chuckled and said, "Why not?" and had a glass of whiskey. There were some ice still left in the ice box. Another shelf had an assortment of books.
The carriage has come to an abrupt stop, and Gilvert spilled his drink. "Slad".


"Oh Handsome fella! We are so graced by your generous presence". A rather demure girl stuck her head through the carriage door, her face covered in body paint of the night. Her hair was dyed colors of the night sky, with silver stars sewn into her bangs, silver stars painted on her skin, and that is all she wore.
"I am Midnight Rose, I am here to-"
another girl stuck her face in, "I am Crying Angel". She had wings, halo, with dark tears strewn down her cheeks. Not much else is covering her body.
"I am Serene Dusk" She had an ornate scene of the sun settling down painted between her eyes, and also settling down between other horizons of her curves.
"I am Lush Garden"
"I am Moon Mermaid"
A succession of painted girls were outside the posh coach, eager to recieve their guest, holding baskets of chocolates and thowing rose petals in his path. The girls kissed Gilvert's cheeks and lips, his hands, his robe, each girl introducing themselves with their fancy names, fondling Gilvert, giving him hugs and bring him closer to the door, of Wild Ophelia's. Not your typical tavern, but a rather dashing manor, painted in dark purple, maroon colors, covered with a demure moss that gave the building a life of its own. It had a storefront window displaying chocolates in little boxes made of various colors of lingerie. A sign near the door read Wild Ophelia, with a girl with her hair in many directions but in a pleasing manner, to depict the title in such whimsy.
The parlor was like a chocolate store, with many glass cases of many chocolate truffles of various colors and many dustings of various colors, some glowed and were phosphorent, some had crystals that shone and flickered many lights, some were rather dark and sooty as if covered in black ash.
"Ladies, it is a tremendous pleasure to meet you all". Gilvert was beaming. He could not hide his joy. He had no reason to, for he was like a little kid in a candy store with a sack of money, literally. He felt that way. This was his favorite mission. "With all the marvelous chocolates here, you girls will have to recommend your favorites". He smiled deep and wide, baring teeth, ogling the girls with his lustful eyes. He couldn't take his hands off the lucious bottoms of the girls, so one of the girls brought him a truffle, and fed it to his mouth.
Oh, it was lucid joy. The rapture. Marvelous malcontention, Gilvert sensed he was getting high. He kept feeling pleasure, as if he was having sex. A boner raged in his leather pants, and he startled for a minute. A boner?? He was wide-eyed. He threw out a fistful of gold coins in the air, and laughed insanely. The girls laughed with him, and brought him to his penthouse room, a lavish room filled with velvet tapestries, pillows, exotic animal rugs, and Gilvert, tore off his silk garbs, and started pawing the girls, licking their bodies. He tasted chocolate and sugars on them, for they were painted with colored chocolates, colored sugars. He licked them and they licked him in return, covering him in chocolate syrups, and all forms of lovemaking were done to the fullest. Gilvert has never felt this before. As far as he couldn't remember, his youthful days he has never felt this pleasure when shagging the girls of the streets. He could go at it over and over. His boner was strong, youthful, and kept on going. He felt pleasure like he has never felt before. He couldn't believe it. Tears streamed down his eyes. How could an old man like him, do something hes never even done in his days of ribald youth as a Casanova Spy? The chocolates has given him sexual stamina that is superhuman. He ate and ate truffle after truffle. Some were spiked with marijuana, spiked with opium, and other various things he's never heard of or thought even existed. He could go on and on forever, and it was getting late. Almost a whole day has passed, and the girls kept coming in, more than 50 girls already. The rugs were filled with chocolate, the beds, the pillows, of passionate, powerful love-making. Gilvert sensed danger. He had to stop. He couldn't and he had to, he had to get back to his senses. Intoxicated beyond comprehension, delighfully stoned, high beyond high, drunk beyond drunk, Gilvert was quibbling, drooling, orgasming, orgasming, orgasming, orgasming..

"Girls, girls.. "
"Gilvert, you want to stop already? It's only been a day?"
"Oh".. "Oh.." "Ooooohhh".. Gilber was still orgasming. "Girls, Girls, this place is messy, lets take a break".
With that, Gilvert fell asleep, orgasming while sleeping. He orgasmed in his sleep, dreaming psychedelic dreams of otherworldly orgies, if they haven't been otherworldly already.

  It was night. Gilvert slept for at least a day, exhausted, coming down from the powerful sexual aphrodesiacs, shaman psychotropics, and various herbs. He felt so weak, and so shriveled, and felt withrdrawal effects so painful that he almost wanted to die to in order to avoid the anquish, the mental and physical torment, his member hurt, in intense pain, but he felt it covered with a soothing salve, that was cooling it and healing it in restoration. He wondered if he could ever use it again, he wondered at the alchemical wonders of Wild Ophelia's. They had given an old man a dream come true, gifting him the treasure of pleasure, for most men his age couldn't dream of getting it up, to go at it, to do the in and out, the hanky-panky in the sultry shanty. One night of that was enough to last a lifetime. He quivered, aching for more pleasure, the longer he waited, the more painful he felt. He lived out his war wounds, feeling every blade hit his body, feeling the blades as cold as ice and hot as flame, he shivered, and broke out in a cold sweat, felt empty inside, void, the anquish of emptiness, of nextipi, he felt himself spiraling, into a bottomless pit, where there was no structure, no architecture, no logic he could hold onto, no form, it was formless, without holds, without anything to grip on, he felt himself falling and not falling, flying and not flying, he almost thought he would lose all control of his senses, of reality, that anything he could think would have no meaning, and lose it's meaning, where he looked, lost it's rationality in the process of being. It was the void, he felt nothing. It was a good thing his war wounds gave him pain, it's what brought him back to reality, something to grip onto. To hold onto. He gasped.

"He's awake. Quick, give him some of those black truffles", said Gumdrop Dreams.
Gilvert moaned. He felt an intense hangover unlike a drunk's hangover, but one of opium withdrawal. He saw some scary hallucinations. He saw the faces of those he slain in battle, wailing in pain, he saw the monsters he has fought, coming to life from the edifices of reality, and yet were not there.
"Gil Darling, have some of this". She propped the black sooty gumdrop into his mouth. He retched, coughed, as he chewed it, the ashes puffing from his mouth. Color came to Gil's face, the grimace and madness left his face and eyes, and started to look serene. He felt the pain and withdrawal effects fading away.
"Gil, my Handsome Prince, do you want to do it again"? teased Bunnybutt Kisses.
He rose from bed as a man renewed. The black truffle was doing it's magic.
"Girls, what the slad is this? It tastes like mildew and spores from a subterrean cave."
"Tee hee, thats probably where it came from. You feel better, don't you?". Bunnybutt Kisses was massaging Gilvert while Gumdrop Dreams was doing his nails.
"Yes I do. It tastes awful beyond human comprehension, but wow, it's very curative.". Gilvert beamed.
"Do you want to do it again" whispered Gumdrop Dreams, in a low, sultry tone.
Gilvert knew he had to play his part. He had to fight back the temptation to feel like a super-teenager in bed again.
"Girl, I need to do some business. I have a meeting". It was all Gil could muster to fight back the urge.
Gumdrop Dreams looked at him in wide surprise. Bunnybutt Kisses giggled, her nude body painted all over, scenes of bunnies kissing each others butts.

They helped Gil dress, into his leather pants, silk shirts, and leather cloak. They escored him through the manor. Sounds of loud, uninhibited moans of pleasure were heard past the ornate walls. The place was teeming with hundreds of painted girls, painted in colored chocolates and colored sugars. They had colored wigs, that suited the theme of their skin-plaster of esoteric, exotic chocolate psychotropics. The manor was a palace, posh in velvet tapestries, emroidered tapestries of orgies, of satyrs chasing after nymphs, a common theme to the decor. Likewise, statues of Satyrs chasing after Nymphs was resplendant throughout the halls and rooms. Oil paintings of naked girls shone in the distorted lights from mozaic glass windows. Harps and various musical instruments were played by the girls, singing songs of enchantment. Gilvert almost wept, at the thought of leaving this place, but he needed to see his agent. He felt he had to play the role of a rich merchant, getting on to some urgent business. After all, time is money, and where love is money, the girls of Wild Ophelia understood that too. To each girl he handed them tips as he passed by.

   Gilvert waved goodbye to the girls who gave him a farewell reception, and he threw a fistful of gold coins in the air. He stepped into the ornate coach and slept for the short half hour duration where he arrived in a Farhamington, a market city by the sea that served as a trade center. It was perfect in approximation to the manor that was isolated in the wilderness, which served as a becon to all merchants who had the gold coin. Gilvert trudged to the A Infamy In Court, a well-known tavern that many merchants travelled to experience the latest in jester and acrobatic entertainments while dining on fine cusines inspired by the spices that travelled from all corners of the world. He pretended to drink his beer, not wanting to add any more to his rather still intoxicated chemistry. He felt tired and worn out, but the healing salves on his body and the black truffles worked wonders. A girl in red velvets went up to him and said, "What is yellow, and not yellow?" and Gilvert replied, "A Sunflower".
"I am Valentina, please follow me, Fritz is waiting for you".
Gilvert sighed and nodded. They went up the stairs and Valentina did a secret knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Its is your Mistress in distress", said Valentina.
The door opened. "Come in". Fritz was a man in his fifties, with a scar across his cheek, and looked like a chess player devising a winning plan or a war strategist plotting something cunning. He was dressed in all leathers.
"Gil, why did you stop?"
"Fritz.. I can't go on.. I mean, it's not that I can't do it, I mean, wow, their stuff is top-notch, it's beyond anything that the universities studied or even known of".
"Gilvert, it was all explained in the mission briefing on how you were to accomplish and finish the mission".
"Fritz, this stuff they are using, is forbidden knowledge. Its forbidden. It doesn't mean it doesn't exist, it's what the Churches call forbidden knowledge. It's witchcraft, the experiences are occult."
"I know, Gilvert. Theres stuff that science can't explain or cannot explain. This world is old, Gilvert, and it isn't a surprise that this earth, has magic, it has magic that gives humans the ability to use power divined by demons".
"Sigh. Fritz, I don't want to feel their influence. I don't want to associate with demons."
Both Gilvert and Fritz were silent. They both have done many witch-hunting missions, and both have slain many summoned demons. They lived out many nights of hellish nightmares, waking up with cold sweats.
"One must not have fear" said Fritz.
"You are right.. I must pray. Let us pray".
"Yes, Yes, of course".
Both Gilvert and Fritz nodded their heads in prayer, praying hard, intensely.
"Angels, Angels, help me. I feel so.. so.. so.. weird."
"Angel Gabrielle help us, guide us. We are at your mercy. Angel Gabrielle, gaurd us with they wings, give us wisdom". Fritz prayed out loud, raising his hands, looking to the sky, speaking to angels that he felt were there, but no one can see.
Gilvert begged. "Angel Gabrielle, have mercy, on me."
Gilvert was sobbing. "Angels, Angels, Angels" he whispered.
Both were in deep meditation.
"Stay strong. You can do this" said Fritz.
"Alright. Here's the plan. I'm gonna need to flash more gold. I want to talk to the properitress, and inquire about opening another chain of Wild Ophelia and offer to open another of their business for top dollar. This way, I can see their alchemy labs and secrets".
"Gilvert, I like the plan, but it reeks, its gonna be very risky. We have the finances, but it might expose you or make you suspicious. Already you probably have aroused suspicion."
"Well, Im a rich merchant, remember? The market is right outside and I could be buying some shares of currency".
"True, true, I know".
A secret knock at the door. "Who is it".
"Its your little princess".
"Come in". Another girl came in. Valentina was already in the room, spying out the window with a monocle.
"Sir Fritz, I have to report that Gilvert was followed. The spy is downstairs."
"Alright. Gilvert, go to the market and let them follow you. Have them watch you make some bids. Tommorow the currency of the Bulga will increase, so bid on that, buy at least 100,000 gold coins of it. Its all rigged and ready to go." Gilvert nodded, drank a huge pitcher of water, and took his leave. He went to the stalls, and urinated for a long, long time.
He went downstairs, laughed at the sight of the jesters juggling wine cups, letting the wine drop from the top wine in flight to the bottom wine in hand, in a cycle.
Valentina walked by the spy, waved the edge of her cloak on him, and Gilvert noticed, and tipped his pompous velveteen hat with a large white peacock feather.
With that, Gilvert walked outside to the market. It was teeming with life, thousands of merchants offering their wares of anything you could think of to all kinds of stuff you wouldn't get in a village. Miles and miles of tents and wagons of goods for sale. Furs, grain, fruits, meats, fish, pots, ceramics, ores, metals, it was overwhelming, and tens of thousands walked through the market all day and night, haggling and haggling. Many arbitators were staffed to handle violent haggles and were given a fee to determine a fixed price in a haggle. Sometimes the guards were needed in violent haggles, unsatisfactory barters. Seeing dancing girls on a stage made him faint, he fell, wanting to return to Wild Ophelia's for more pleasure. A boy picked him up, "You O.K. Mister?".
"Yes, my lad. Here is a coin". He handed the boy a gold coin.
The boy jumped with joy, and bowed, "Thank you Mister".
Gilvert then trudged to the Square, where a large wall displayed the various prices of currency and the conversion changes.
He saw the Bulga, a large coin from the military city, which was etched with an image of a fortress, for sale. He called out to the staff, and said, "Ill buy as much Bulga as much as my 100,000 Letcher will get".
"Will do, sire". The staff boy brought him a very large bag of Bulga. "Will that be all, sire?"
"Yes, thank you". And with that, Gilvert went back to the A Infamy In Court, and ate a duck dinner with Valentina, and watched the Acrobats do all kinds of balancing acts, standing upside down on each other's heads.
Gilvert then went up to his room with Valentina and fell into a deep sleep, with Valentina on gaurd watch.
Fart. Gilvert farted. Valentina sighed.
"Good morning Sire. Did you sleep well?"
"Ah yes. Ill have breakfast and then go back to Wild Ophelia's".
"No problem. Your bag of Bulga, the value has increased. Each Bulga is worth at least 10 Letcher now. Go and trade it in. Make sure the spy follows you."
"Wow, you guys sure run a good racket here. Does the Acciaioli family know you guys are doing this?"
"Actually, no. They're the ones doing the racket but we know which coins they fix".
"Haha. You?"
Valentina blushed. She nodded.
"You're such a good girl". Gilvert kissed her on the cheek.

 It was Night. As dark night can be, the darkness of night is predictable, we expect night. But tonight, it was nightier than night. Darker than dark. So dark, that it illuminated whatever light source could illuminate. It made light an illusion, a spectre, a phantom. The moon was hidden behind clouds, which cloud? An owl cries in the night. One is blinded by any light source in this darkness, say, a candle. A cat snarls and hisses. Its' eyes glow in the night, it becomes two little moons to the little critters that burrow beneath leaves on the dirt.
Gilvert waved to the rider of the coach. He waved back, but did not leave.
Wild Ophelia was a shroud of darkness itself, like a cloak, and inside that cloak, was faintly glowing painted windows, mozaic windows, that hummed varous colors. A few lamps shone red. The sign was illuminated by a red lamp. The storefront display of truffles in lingerie was lit by red candles.
He was greeted by another sucession of painted girls, holding red candles, with dancing red flames, that gave their faces an errie, red light.
"I am Sunshine Maiden". Rays of golden sun shown from her hair. They were chocolate. She was all golden and yellow.
"I am Nyphette Statue". She was painted in marble-like renderings, very similar to the nymphette statues ostentatiously displayed througout the mansion.
"I am Tasty Ghost". She looked like a ghost, glowing phosphorent, with various candies tied in her hair and what-nots.
"I am Cherry Delight". Real cherries adorned her body.
"I am Minty Mountains". Painted with majestic views of ice-covered mountains, her breasts were mountainious, and one wanted to 'mount' her.
All the girls in the reception kissed Gilvert, and led him into the mansion, throwing rose petals and feeding Gilvert truffles.
It being the weekend, Wild Ophelias was a madhouse. The moans were insane and loud. The musicians played the harps, lyres and flutes, in unsion with the moans of pleasure. Everything was lit by red lamps, red candles. Even the fires in the fireplace glowed an eerie red. Girls ran all over the place, chased by customers. Some dressed like satyrs for the occassion. Laughing maniacally. Gilvert was stoned from the truffles. He had a raging boner, and soon, started to laugh maniacally, and picked up some Satyr horns he found on a table, and put them on, chasing he girls, laughing maniacally, grabbing them, kissing them, fondling them, licking them, pawing their breasts, squeezing their fine butts.
"Oh girls, lets go to my room" he said.
They took him by the arm, to his room, an ornately painted palace, murals of wild orgies, of girls in animal masks doing the thing with satyrs.
"Wow, look at all the Letcher" said Spider Muffin.
"Bags and Bags of it. Did you slay a Dragon for it?", purred Mousey Kitten.
"Why yes I did ladies! I did it for you! I slayed Firespitter the Mean". Gilvert then danced around the room, telling the girls the stories of his slaying Firespitter the Mean. How he did it, how Firespitter fell for his cunning plan that require brains and no brawn.
"Girls, I need to talk to the properitress. I wish to open another Wild Ophelia, thousands and thousands of miles from here".
"I am here, Gilvert. You wish to discuss business?" exclaimed a voice, as of one of expectation, not surprised to be called for, but waiting, for such a beckon. "I am Wild Ophelia, at your service". She looked young, a girl of teenage years, very young, but in her eyes, it could not hide, her true age, for her eyes did not shine innocence, but vicious mischief, and betrayed her true age, which could be very long to anyones guess, perhaps centuries.
A scream, louder than the exalting moans of pleasure, for the moaners delighted in being heard, they wanted to voice out their pleasure, for it was a moan of delight. This scream, was one of pleasure, not of a usual one of pain or horror, but of all combined, a moaning scream, so loud, that it drowned out the din of moans and laughters and bacchantal music.
Wild Ophelia sighed. Her skin was pure white, her dress black, with lingerie a shade of absinthe. Her hair was the color of absinthe. She looked so much the lolita, the jail-bait. "Pardon me, sir. But sometimes, not all customers react to our alchemy the same way. That is the risks one takes, just as one knows the risks of getting drunk, or the risks of taking black market drugs."
"Indeed, Ophelia, I am quite aware of that. I am sure that the price of pleasure was well worth that man's demise".
"It is what he wanted, he signed a Life Expiation Agreement Contract".
"Let me get to the point, and I do mix business with pleasure". Gil chuckled, and Ophelia chuckled in return. "I wish to be in joint business with you, as a partner, to open another Wild Ophelia, way out past the Crowns of Frost."
Ophelia laughed, giggling. "You are not the first, and many have offered vast amounts of treasures, Wild Ophelia is not for sale, nor could I venture to open a joint business with anyone".
"But, but.. " Gil pleaded, "How can those who cannot travel to this part of the world experience much pleasure?"
"Let us come to my office". Ophelia chided. "We can discuss this further." She took Gil by the arm, and led him past the merry revelers in the halls, past bronze statues and drippping erotic fountains, past indoor gardens, orgies of rapture, orgies of inhibition. Gil has wondered that a museum or a castle would have far less tapestries and oil paintings, and of course, far less of erotic ones- for they all were erotic art, posing nudes in a suggestive manner, all kinds of strange sex positions were suggested, all kinds of fetishes and perversities. Finally, they went to a staircase, which led to a lonely penthouse in a secluded wing of the mansion, where gaurds were posted, and bowed to them both.
Fart. Gil farted, and Ophelia giggled. The gaurds did their best not to notice.
Ophelia's room was like bright absinthe, the glass windows shone green, from an unearthly light, for it was night outside. The walls were covered in phosphorent green moss, gilding around the lush ornate paintings and tapestries. Gil noticed, that the girls were making love to something more than a Satyr- it was a devil, with wings, and a long tail. Gilvert shuddered at the thought and looked away. Ophelia's bed was large, as if enough for twenty-something people. Covered in various exotic animal furs, some so exotic with patterns he has never seen.
"Let us discuss business". crooned Ophelia. She laid herself on the bed, as if she was already writhing from sexual pleasure. A girl from nowhere brought chocolates.
"Yes, we do mix pleasure with business". Gil prayed on the inside, hoping he wasn't getting into something too serious.
Ophelia placed a glowing chocolate truffle into Gil's mouth. With that, Gilvert was moaning with pleasure at the taste of it. It was the taste of sex, and with it's taste, brought instant sexual pleasure. It was Rose Orgasm, the truffle was aptly named, and it instantly gave Gilvert a hard boner like a young strapping oak of a man.. or of a satyr. Gilvert felt himself changing, he started to grow horns, and he looked at the ceiling mirror, and saw a satyr in the mirror, as she pounded and pounded away at the lolitasque Ophelia, small and waifish, with long green swamp hair, wailing with pleasure, her moans were loud, and musical, as if she sang the opera singer sang, a opera style of the moan, it was beautiful to hear, and it heightened Gilvert's senses with pleasure. Gilvert kept cumming and pounding and cumming on Ophelia, shagging and shagging the night away. Gilvert was in a trance, and saw, visions, of Satyrs running afer nymphs in a lush forest, filled with gardens of howling excatsy, of a romp, a forest filled with hundreds of nymphs.. he saw the visions, and saw himself transfigured, running after the forest nymphs, shagging them, one after one, by the hundreds, and with each one he shagged, he was shagging Ophelia. Gilvert couldn't believe his eyes, as he looked at the ceiling mirror in between his pyschedelic visions. He saw his Satyr form shag this little nymphette, he felt pleasure that was indescribable, that was so heavenly, so healing, that he felt he was reborn, refreshed, a new man, birthed out of orgasm, birthted out of the new womb of pleasure, with each inch and stroke of his cock thrusting into Ophelias wet tight pussy and loving mouth, he felt that it was the creation of the world, a creation of a new universe, as if it all started with one shag, and that one shag created many shags. That shagging created shagging. He could see stars and nebulae and galaxies form out of the cum he sprayed all over Ophelia. She was the universe, and with each cum droplet became a star, a planet, a galaxy. The cum dripping on her face formed into milky ways that formed our galaxy. She became Terra, a planet hospitable to life, and the cum dripping on her became air and water, and plants grew and animals lived, where talking bears gathered to play Honey Bingo, where talking rabbits gathered to play dice for carrots. As each cum star shone on her face, flowers grew and the talking bees danced in a circle, the talking butterflies kissed each other and the flowers spoke and kissed each other as well. As Ophelia would open her eyes, staring at Gilverts largely engrossed member in her mouth, the cum on her face formed galaxies and galaxies that revealed to Gil strange new worlds to explore, to sexplore. Gilvert felt he was cumming out life to the Universe, and Ophelia was giving life to the Universe by receiving his cum, tasting it and wearing it as one would wear pearl as jewels. The orgasms that Ophelia and Gilvert had, was the orgasms of the Universe shagging, kissing, love-making. The talking bears danced in circles, holding each other's hands. An Unicorn galloped throughout the darkness, squirting rainbows of cum among the stars. The dancing bears walked on these rainbows, so they could see the Universe as tourists and take polaroid pictures. A pink flamingo crooned a song:

Don't get too misty eyed
Don't let it get to you
You know it'll be all over
all too soon
all too soon

The Owls cry in the Night
over burning forest
where the deer flees in flight
under the moon
under the moon

Let the Knight have it's Day
with Sword held proudly
before Death has it's say
feel the doom
feel the doom

Fair Maiden drops a glove
gives a discreet wink
always looking for love
she wants it lewd
she wants it lewd

   Gilvert awoke, feeling intense pleasure, he felt a high of no return, a road where one cannot turn back. The road that goes ever on and on. Gilvert knew it was too late. He was going somewhere and he didn't like it. Somewhere with this high, with this altered state he was in. He knew he couldn't be sober again. He looked at the ceiling mirror, and saw his satyr form. He was piquied. He had an intense drive for more sex, for more pleasure, and he knew this was it. He knew he could never stop shagging, never stop fucking. He do something before it was too late. Violently horny, Gilvert had to do something, for he was horny at the point of no return. He was Satyr, and he felt he could never be human again. He decided to awaken Ophelia.
"Ophelia my dear" He touched Ophelia's tight ass, and began to kiss it. She began to stir, her absinthe swamp green hair flowing with a life of it's own.
"Ah, my handsome Gilvert. You were wonderful".
It was too late already. Gilvert was munching on Ophelias nice tight ass and tasty pussy. Ophelia began moaning in delight. And thus, another magical lovemaking session of psychedelic visions of satyrs and nymphs and the universe and dancing bears and a unicorn cumming rainbows.
Gilvert become more disoriented, and started to lose his ego in the process, losing his identity, his memories. He couldn't remember who he was, or what his careers were, or any of his adventures. All he could think of is sex. All he could think of was sex and sexual fantasies, and could only feel that he could function in life as only a flamoyant casanova, a lusty bed ninja.

   Fart. Gilvert farted. "Oh yeah, that reminds me. I wanted to build another Wild Ophelia".
"There cannot be another one on this planet, my dear Gil."
"Well I could build a brothel on my own, I could build a-" Gilvert began to weep. "I could never leave you, Ophelia! I could never leave this place"!
"There, there my dear. Now you understand.". Ophelia hugged and consoled Gilvert, who was weeping at the mere thought of leaving Ophelia or her place.
"I will never leave you Ophelia" Gilvert sobbed. "I will never, never, leave this place".
"Yes, Gilvert, you shall stay with us."
"All that Letcher, the 1,000,000 Letcher, is yours, Ophelia. I am yours, Ophelia."
"Yes, Gilvert, you have paid, you are now a permanent resident of Wild Ophelia, where you shall spend all your days in rapture, shagging and shagging".
"I love you, Ophelia. I love you insanely". Gilvert growled.
"I love you too, Gilvert... Gil, I have a place to run, I am the properitress here".
"No, I must have you now!" Gilvert growled, he was a very horny satyr.
"Later Gilvert. I have hundreds of girls to manage here. Ill see you soon, Gilvert. Here, all the girls are yours, so now, play with them.".
Gilvert started to weep, whining and whimpering like a begging animal. He got on his knees and was kissing Ophelia's feet, her legs, her knees, her pussy, her tight ass..
"Gilvert, I will call you when I am ready." and with that she left, her absinthe green hair flowing with a life of it's own.
Gil was howling, his satyr form was howling like a horny animal. His cock was raging and hard.

   He went out of Ophelias room, to an indoor garden, where he found many girls, and began to shag them, like a wild bunny in heat. He howled with pleasure. The girls brought him many lingerie pillows of truffles, and he ate them greedily, wanting more and more chocolate truffles, spiked with marijuana, spiked with opium, spiked with many unknown psychotropics that brought unknown highs of delight. He kept shagging, shagging. He shagged the girls, he shagged Pink Deer (a girl), he shagged Lady Knight, he shagged Lady on the Moon, he shagged Beautiful Goblin, he shagged Naughy Ninja, he shagged Viking Valkyrie, he shagged Creepy Cherub, he shagged Treewoman, he shagged Pretty Troll, he shagged Cute Wraith, he shagged and shagged in the indoor garden, and gorged himself chocolates of evil among flowers of evil.

   Fart. Gilvert farted. He came to his senses for a second and remembered his mission. Without hestitation, he went to the erotic library, where, no one was reading, but shagging, and when he thought no one was looking, he pulled on the copy of "Our Fair Lady of Malconent" and the library bookcase swung open, and he went inside. He could tell where the library case opened, because it had the least dust, and the "Our fair Lady of Malconent" was not covered with dust, but had finger prints on it. His Satyr senses were heightened, and he could smell and feel a tunnel behind the bookcase. He could feel the drugs he wanted was down below, where he could get more. His satyr senses gave him a sense of direction, a sense of direction for more pleasure, a drug-divination where one uses addiction to find more of the drug. He pranced down the stairwell, hoping that no one has seen him open the bookcase, for he knew they were too intoxicated and too out of reality to even notice what he was doing, or even care. There were no gaurds in the library. The stairwell was all pitch black, but Gilvert could see in the dark with his satyr senses. He could make out any detail if he wanted to. He snuck carefully, when he approached the laboratory. It was filled, from wall to wall, tons of shelves of jars and jars of rare speciments of plants, essensces, botanicals, flowers, bulbs, seeds, lichen, mosses, roots, from all parts of the world. Being fairly large, the laboratory was a huge storeroom of the rarest psychotropic plants that could create the most powerful psychedelic trips, some that are rather poisonous and toxic, and would gauranteed produce some very scary bad trips, some that are rather unknown to the science world. Wild Ophelia has a staff to travel to the far reaches of the planet, to find whatever her alchemical pot needed. Glass vials and glass tubes of many sizes were laid out on a table, with many instruments an alchemist needed. Several laboratory staff where busy, immersed in their work to notice him. Gilvert's satyr senses told him where some drugs he craved were, but he fought hard to ignore them for the time being, to investigate. He sneaked around the laboratory, sneaking past the staff, to the door, where he went even more downstairs, a very long, long spiral downstairs, which seemed to go on many, many floors beneath the surface. He had to use his lockpicks to get past this door, for inside, was an altar to some long-forgotten false god, a devil, of which wasn't in any of Gilvert's witch-hunting beastiaries, or any demonologist's tome. It was nasty, for some reason, no matter what form it could take, for it looked like a normal devil, but no matter what form it was, it was nasty, disgusting, repulsive. Just to look at it made Gilvert shudder with repulsion, with disgust. He couldn't look at it without feeling so base, so vile, so disgusted. He couldn't imagine why, just to look at a statue of some devil, made him feel so freaked out, overwhelmed. Even in his satyr form, he was still human, and he had a spirit, and he could feel to the extent of his being, of some strong pull of something so creepy about the statue he looked at. He ran back up the stairs, and crept past the laboratory, back into the library, where he found Wild Ophelia, with her gaurds. She stared at him angrily, as if she felt betrayed, fooled.
"Ophelia! I wanted to get high! There was more of those nuggets downstairs".
"Everything you need to get high is up here, Gil!"
Gilvert started weeping. "I thought that since I gave you 1,000,000 letcher, I could walk roam about freely".
"You thought correct, Gilvert. You did pay your price for your stay here. However, there are rules of conduct. You must ask permission".
"I love you insanely, Ophelia." Gil got on his knees, and started kissing Ophelia's feet.
"Gilvert, you must visit me later tonight, after the girls feed you certain chocolates. We shall have a ceremony and you are involved." With that, Ophelia turned and left, while the gaurds remained. The girls taunted and teased Gilvert, coaxing him to a passionate orgy session in the library, while the guards stood, watching. He was fed tons of truffles, he ate them off the girls bodies and butts, munching the girls butts, licking the chocolate paint from their tight bottoms, from their legs, from their breasts. Crews of artists came in to paint the diadoramas on the girls where Gilvert licked. Gilvert howled, he felt so high, it was the high of no return, more and more he could get higher and higher, hornier and hornier, and he kept on orgasming, orgasming, spraying torrents of cum on the girls, and kept on shagging and shagging and shagging and shagging, he saw visions of Satyrs running after Nymphs in an ancient forest, that somehow became the universe giving birth to itself through it's intercourse, the galaxianas recieved his milky way of cum and new worlds were created. Each sperm was a star, and the spray of jism was a milky way in the galaxy. He saw gumdrop visions of sugarplum bears dancing on rainbows that came from a Unicorn's penis.

   Ophelia entered the room with the gaurds. "Its time" she said. "Give Gilvert a bath, and feed him some of the Rose Orgasm truffles". The guards and girls led Gil to a room, a large open bath, that had natural hot spring water flowing in marble pools of posh ornate intracity. A waterfall from the ceiling went down a wall, to cool heads. Tons of girls rinsed themselves off under the waterfall and then entered pools of hot springs. The girls lathered Gil in lather, making him more hornier than ever. They dried him and dressed him in fine silks, and perfumed him. They took him to a feast, where he gorged on duck, vension, bison, buffalo, boar, fruits and veggies. He drank fine wine like it was water. The dining room was filled with succulent dishes like a King's feast, everyday. Gilvert was happy, horny, and losing every sense of his identity. He was an satyr, an animal that only knew, think, and could do only one thing: Shagging. Gilvert grunted and growled, and howled.

   Gilvert was led by the guards and girls, the girls threw rose petals everywhere, singing songs of enchantment. They sang ribald, raunchy songs, filled with dirty epiteths. They led the rabid, horny Gil to a great hall, where on a stage was a big bed, filled with the most expensive silks and velvets, and strange furs that felt smoother than slime. The girls all lined up like a choir, and in the center of the bed was Ophelia, in some ceremonial robe. They all held a musical instrument, from harps, lyres, cymbals, clappers, timpanis, various drums, sitars, They sang:

Oh Horny One, with each step of hoofprint
engorge wood nymph with thy cock
each stroke is a message sent
from angels who want to rock

Oh Horny One, each sperm is a star
of a glittery milky way
adorning a nymph's face like a spark
that gets a galaxy shining bright day

Oh Horny One, life is shag, shag is life
the hourglass and candle is not Father Time
but the cock, that hardens and sprays life
to be alive is to be horny, full of slime

Oh Horny One, make mildew in the garden
pollinate every flower and make cum glyphs
you are the one who dominates fair maiden
you are the one who shags crazed nymphs

  Gilvert danced among the girls as they sang this song, and he would grab them, kiss them, fondle them, lick them, lick their pussies and fine tight butts, squeeze their boobies, as he made his way to the bed. He was very horny, and Ophelia waited, on the bed, her absinthe hair flowing in the air with a life of it's own. Gilvert tore off Ophelia's robe, as if it was made of nothing, and began to shag her like an Satyr in Heat. He howled, howled, howled and the girls sang the song, in a loop, loudly as they could, banging on their instruments, and their pussies were dripping wet. They have taken the truffle Esmeralda's Emerald, a truffle that causes girls to have rapid orgasms. The sexual fury of orgasms as they sang, they sang orgasming, moaning and singing, their instruments moving at the beat of sex, at the beat of orgasm. Their rythmn sounded like shagging. Ophelia moaned, her absinthe hair flowing and pulsating with each orgasm, moving with pleasure, as if a life of their own. She was fully drenched in Gilvert's cum, soaked, and they kept on going, shagging, shagging, shagging. Gilvert was howling with orgasms, and he could see himself fly, from the room, from the mansion, from the roof, from the dark pitch black forest, past the clouds, and he saw the girls, flying, and he started shagging them as he flew with them, an orgy in flight. He felt intense pleasure, more than he could feel before. It was beyond sensual pleasure. It was beyond physical capacity to feel this pleasure that he felt. It was heaven. He flew among the girls, and Ophelia, in a orgastic embrace, where each touch caused an orgasm, so vibrant, like an exilir of the gods. They flew from Terra, and Gil could see the stars and the universe beyond. He saw angels with many wings and horns, with faces that changed form and persona rapidly, flying around them, and he could see endless sea of dragons flying around them, and higher and higher they flew, to some strange structure in the galaxy, made of so many tinkered gadgets of strange, lost technologies, they flickered and ebbed, and formed some sort of structure, and they flew and flew, past more angels and dragons, past monolithic structures of esoteric shapes that loomed on and on, Gil was beyond dazed, for he saw galaxies and planets and universes, and he kept on shagging, shagging as he flew. Soon they soared, to somewhere so pitch black, so dark, light could not enter. It was the void, a bottomless pit. From this darkness was a girl, with wings, beckoning Gilvert to her. She was beautiful, so beautiful she shone such beauty, so radiant.
"Gilvert, come to me, come to me, make love to me".  The sentient angel spoke.
"Demon, go away in the name of Angel Gabrielle". spoke Gilvert, harshly. He was changed from a Satyr to an avatar of the Angel Gabrielle himself. He was wearing a pendant that shone brightly, of a torn wing, and he held a sword, of light, and it was blinding the entire void.
"How dare you!!" shouted the demon. It was no longer a beautiful female angel. It was a disgusting devil, that looked like the disgusting devil statue in the catacombs of Wild Ophelia's. It snarled in rage, and flew to slay Gil, but Gil, with his sword, fended off the attack, and with a swift counter, slain the demon.
And with that, Gilvert awoke in his human form, just after smashing the devil statue in the catacomb. The girls were sobbing, Ophelia was sobbing, as they ran after him from the great hall, for he ran from his lovemaking to the library, through the labatoratories, and smashed the statue.
"What have you done, Gil??" screamed Ophelia.
"What I should have done sooner". Gil was back to normal. He was no longer a Satyr, but a handsome seventy-seven year old secret agent for the King.  "My darling Ophelia, It is what it is, and not what it isn't. Don't you see, it's legal for you to do your business. I simply slain some monster, that is all".
'It gave me power. The power of eternal youth. I have lived here on Terra for more than several thousand years, and all those years, I have fucked and fucked, and known pleasure. I have lived countless centuries of pleasure, and nothing else. And yet, Gilvert, you were the best I've ever had in bed." Ophelia was crying. "Thank you, Gil. I wanted so much to separate my ties with that demon. I wanted to sever the contract that binded me to that creepy demon. Now, that you, Gil, was the best man I've ever had in bed, I can live like a normal person, with contentment, satisfaction, and die a normal death of old age". She kissed Gil, kissing him madly, and all the girls were applauding. They hailed him as a hero, showering him with gems, with jewels, kissing him, sucking him off, kissing his behind, asking for his autograph. Gilvert was the savior of Wild Ophelias, and he has slain an ancient evil. He has prevented this demon from entering the portal on Terra, for it was due in time. The artists of Wild Ophelia painted many oils of Gilvert, to adorn the walls, he had a permanent home there, and he married Ophelia, and they both ran the Wild Ophelia bordello for the rest of their lives.

The End.