Ce site requiert JavaScript pour fonctionner.
Veuillez activer JavaScript dans votre navigateur.
Live
RPT
10.2.7
RPT
10.2.6
Bêta
The Elder Scrolls Reference in Dragonflight - The Lusty Draconian Mage
Dragonflight
Publié
30/08/2022 à 08:00
par
Archimtiros
Valdrakken is one of the more interesting cities throughout World of Warcraft, featuring all the amenities you would expect of a new capital, a sector for each of the five principal dragon flights, and a
secret VIP room
! Along the northern edge, you can even find Literary Enthusiasts gathered to hear
Noah Scribelin
reciting tales from his newest work.
Un roman d’amour torride : Une Dragonne incendiaire
is the latest in a long line of scandalous stories, but this one is unique in that it is actually a reference to a very similarly named novel from The Elder Scrolls series of games.
The Lusty Argonian Maid
is a recurring book series found in two parts throughout The Elder Scrolls Morrowind, Oblivion, Skyrim, and The Elder Scrolls Online, though the text suggests there exist at least seven chapters. As the title may suggest, the book depicts the Imperial nobleman Crantius Colto discussing household duties with his seemingly shy but apparently eager maid, Lifts-Her-Tail in increasingly risqué fashion.
World of Warcraft's newest expansion introduces its own spin on this tale of reptilian love, once again featuring the bawdy adventures of
Marcus
- star of the majority of
other steamy romance novels
found throughout the game. A copy of the book can be found on a nearby table, where a pair of over stimulated listeners are sleeping off Noah's impassioned stories, and taking the book over to Noah will even unlock a extra dialogue option, in which the book can be
signed by the author
.
As for the story itself, well, it may just be the steamiest of all romance novels up to this point!
A Steamy Romance Novel: The Lusty Draconian Mage
Surrounded on all sides by ravening cultists, our brave hero Marcus finds himself in a situation even his formidable skills and bulging muscles cannot overcome.
As the Horde closed in for the final blow, sensing that even his legendary stamina had run low, he steeled himself to take as many of them with him as possible.
"Come on, then," he quipped, manfully unafraid even in the face of certain doom. "Don't keep me waiting".
Just as their charge was about to hit home, the world erupted into searing heat and blazing light. As the flames receded and the firestorm passed, Marcus found himself standing alone, blinking, in a field of ash.
The crunch of fresh char and a low, feminine chuckle revealed the presence of his savior. Turning, he found himself approached by a vision as beauterous as his prior situation had been grim.
Wrapped in a daringly cut robe that clung tightly to her buxom figure and revealed much of her flawless, if unusually red tinged, skin, the figure picked her way across the charred ground, her fingers deftly sliding along the shaft of what was unmistakably a mage's staff as she idly stroked it.
"Thank you, my lady," Marcus said as he bowed, his eyes trailing along her shapely legs, past her wide hips and taut core, and lingering upon ample chest as he slowly straightened before reaching a face that was as lovely as it was unconcerned by the destruction she'd just unleashed.
A pair of sweeping horns topped her form, only adding to the heady mix of grandeur and danger.
"It seemed a waste to lose such a fine, heroic, specimen such as yourself to this rabble," she responded, her gaze wandering as unabashedly as his. "You showed such impressive skill and... stamina during the battle that I could not help but intervene," she said, her skin flushing an even richer shade of red as her inspection continued.
"If there is anything I or Drakepiercer, here," he stated, subtly flexing his muscles toned from years of adventuring as he sheathed his his long blade home with a single thrust, "can do for you, we are in your debt".
"Anything?" she replied huskily, her bounteous chest straining against the scant confinement her robe provided even as her yellow eyes twinkled mischievously at the naming of his sword.
"Anything," he confirmed. "I never leave a debt... unsatisfied," he continued, raising a calloused hand to gently stroke the generous curves of her impressive rack, feeling the rough texture of her horns scrape along his skin.
Shuddering lightly at his touch, she licked her full lips, pursing them enticingly for a long moment before blowing a stream of crimson fire out across our hero.
Shocked, Marcus felt not the searing pain he had expected, but a gentle invigorating warmth as the tongues of flame licked across his chiseled body, burning away his road-stained leathers but only caressing the tanned flesh beneath.
"Much better," she purred, slowly eyeing him from top to bottom. "The breath of a red dragoness can bring life as easily as take it. I trust my flame has not harmed you?"
"On the contrary," Marcus replied as her hot breath played teasingly across his skin, "I feel positively engorged with life".
Stepping forward, she pressed her heaving frame against the knight, grabbing his newly bared sword by the hilt appreciatively. "Let's see about your weapon earning its name, then, hero".
<The book quickly abandons even the flimsy excuse for a plot it had maintained up until this point.>
About the Author
Noah Scribeson has traveled Azeroth in search of unique inspiration for his characters and stories. He claims that research is the key to genuine storytelling, and is always willing to go to great lengths in finding the right muse.
S'abonner à Wowhead
Premium
2 $US
Un mois
[Enjoy an ad-free experience, unlock premium features, & support the site!]
Afficher les 0 commentaires
Masquer les 0 commentaires
Connectez-vous pour laisser un commentaire
Commentaire Anglais (28)
Poster un commentaire
Vous n'êtes pas connecté(e). Veuillez vous
connecter
ou vous
inscrire
pour ajouter votre commentaire.
Message précédent
Message suivant
