Nexii's Erotic Adventures: Return

[Nexii]

Nexii awoke after a very long slumber. It was quiet this morning in Enhasa. All too quiet. A note inked in lavender laid on the bedside.

A note inked in lavender laid on the bedside:
Nexii, I am so sorry. I must return to the Plane of Love. We’ll meet again someday at the rainbow bridge. There are yet more adventures for you to complete in your twilight years. Only then can we be together again.
Love, Melissa.

Nexii’s head was in a whirl as she read the note again. Denial soon gave way to grief. For the last year she’d shared a bed with the quirky rabbit girl. The cloud city had been a respite from priestess duties. A place where they could share their hearts and bodies with one another, away from the suffering that was endemic to Norrath.

“If we didn’t share love, then what was it?” Nexii continued her train of thought: “A cleric of Hate with an enchantress of Love. How could I have been so idealistic as to think that would have ever worked out?” She packed up her Tinkerer’s Bags and left for the Norrath teleporter. A sense that this was fate imposing its cruel hand once more was crushingly felt.

Nexii travelled to the <Aftermath> guild house in the Karanas, only to find it overgrown with weeds and in a state of disrepair. In the past it had seemed like such an ordeal, but today the trip had felt much shorter. Another note was on the door.

The note read: “RIP Reep – You will be missed.” Nexii sighed and sat down cross-legged. Another emotional note that tore her dark heart apart was only making things worse. In her suffering she reminded herself that she was here to follow the path of Hate once more. To make everyone and everything see the true vision. A vision of obedience, suffering, servitude, and most importantly despair.

A halfling approached her as she kicked about some weeds and scoured the vendor for any deals. It seemed her old gravy train was rusted out, a relic of a forgotten era much like <Rustle>.

“I too have been cast out. Can I interest you in a Manifesto for the utopian future?” Gatmanno offered Nexii a thick red book which was as full of rhetoric as it appeared.

Nexii took the book absently in a display of mere passing interest to a much lesser species. “What are you, some kind of weed pirate?” He looked disheveled to her. Not a member of the upper class or one that believed in such a thing.

“Read it. You may change your mind about the socio-economic political structure of this world yet.” He seemed to know a great deal about such things, yet it was hard to tell if he was completely serious or just crazy. One did not just try to convert an elite priestess of Innoruuk in this manner and live to tell about it.

“Fine.” Nexii had little else to do. The book was filled with ideas that she considered garbage. Equality. Removing legacy items. Allowing casuals to get the same number of pixels as the neckbeards. Almost every word of the book went against her morals of how she felt things should be. And yet, there was something a bit intriguing about it, perhaps even a bit tantalizing. The parts about a violent class struggle appealed to her senses and aroused her.

By the time she was done reading the halfling had departed, leaving her to return to her mission.

Some time later

Nexii had settled down into her new guild, <Riot>. It was identical to <Aftermath> in almost every way. The desire to acquire The Ring combined with the loss of Melissa had pushed her right back into her old pixel lusting ways.

She touched her cybernetic implant, Gynok and Garanel Mk II, by Aithne. It was the next generation of batphone technology. Not only did it work as intended unlike Twitter, with a mere thought it could provide mob windows, pixel exchange rates, and roster information. For awhile the implant had seemed unsettling, but now the competitive advantages were apparent.

However, the sheer number of hivemind voices that talked during raids were more difficult to adjust to. It made her long for the days of <Rustle> once more. Back then, members feared talking over Getsome or Snackies. There was something chaotic about this method of raiding that clashed with her strong lawful evil tendencies. Lately she was finding herself shutting off her implant and talking less. She needed something more than what mindless yap could provide.

This day she ventured to the Law Offices of Norrath in the First Circle of Damnation to uncover a mystery. She was curious how the GMs had been imposing order on the masses. Something felt wrong and unbalanced, as evidenced by the lack of petition papers overflowing the office.

“Hello?” The Law Offices were also empty of petitioners. “Surely there are still GMs around or this place would be buried under petition papers. I know <Riot> has been filing petitions no shorter than 15 pages for each lost raid mob. Maybe there is an automatic shredder around here?”

After traipsing the hallowed white marble halls for some time, she found the office of the man she had been looking for. Galach the Galaxy-brained.

Nexii felt a sexual tingle from nape to nethers being in the presence of GM power. There was just something irresistible about the ability to suspend or ban at will. Oppression was an aphrodisiac that made it hard get out her thoughts in a comprehensible manner.

“Answering every petition? Creating new raid rules? Are you mad?” Nexii was rather incredulous as she approached Galach at his desk. She preferred the old ways of Sirken when the outcome of a petition was more uncertain. It added a certain kind of excitement that contrasted repetitive pixel acquisition.

Before he could reply, her blood went chill at the sight of a paper on the desk referring to her Lovebunny.

[Fammaden]

Join the riot today!

[Jauna]

This sounds like it should be moved to Off-Topic. but I only read the first line

[Vynsticus]

Originally Posted by Fammaden [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

Join the riot today!

And get what mobs?

[Tankwipe]

tldr

[Woke Locc]

barks

[Mickets]

Can you write one that involves riot leaving Tunare alive for a sweet nature orgy long enough for me to complete my rogue's assassin armor fashionquest pls?

[Bardp1999]

Wu'Tang approves

[Nexii]

Originally Posted by Mickets [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

Can you write one that involves riot leaving Tunare alive for a sweet nature orgy long enough for me to complete my rogue's assassin armor fashionquest pls?

Sorry you didn't get POG loot.

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[Zal22]

Originally Posted by Woke Locc [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

barks