Llvaria the Night Elf Chapter 7

The cries of seagulls mixed with insects as the swampy air of Nazmir reached the deck of the ship. The lookouts gave the order of land HO! The boat rocked in the choppy waves as it aimed for the flickering light of the docks. The old port was used as a forward base for the Alliance during the fourth war. The Battle of Dazar'alor and the end of the conflict now brought it firmly under the Horde's use and regularly serviced third parties for the right price.

Llvaria stood on the railing, gazing at the moon, basking in Elune's light. Silver by her side in the final moments of the voyage, she looked at the familiar sight of the wretched swamp and as it filled the horizon inching ever closer. The very presence of Krag'wa's power in the croaking of the frogs strewn on the shore, watching the ship coming in. Llvaria shuddered, thinking of the loa and his warm embrace, but now there would be no pleasantries, for this was the end.

"You will be fine, and the rogue always gets away at the end." Silver whispered, nudging Llvaria's shoulder. A troll deckhand approached the two nude ladies.

"Silver, you are needed below deck." Silver saluted mockingly as the troll slinked back to work.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye," Llvaria said. Sadness tinged her words.

"I don't believe in farewells or that nonsense, you will see me again, and it will be glorious. You'll see I will strike it rich and have a gorgeous house next to the waterfront." Silver chuckled, bringing a faint smile to the Night elf's face as the pale human disappeared below deck.

"It is time to go, my lady," The raspy voice of Dihac reached Llvaria's ears."No tricks."

"No tricks." The words passed her lips faintly as the druid's form morphed into a giant frog. He opened his horrid maw. Llvaria climbed inside Dihac's wet mouth, crouching down as his lips shut over her buttocks, trapping her inside. Dihac swallowed, dropping the night elf down into his squishy belly for the last time. Llvaria settled into a ball, holding her legs in the tight confines of Dihac as the druid hopped off the boat into the sea toward Krag'wa and Llvaria, the night elf's fate.

A lone orc sailor had witnessed the events play out on the deck. He clutched a bottle of ale and looked at the label, and his hand was shaking. Shuddering, he tossed the bottle behind himself into the sea and slapped his green face. "I need to stop drinking Troll ale." The orc said, marching back to his duties, debating if the ale was tainted messing with his brain.

Captain Smug sat behind his desk, tapping his fingers on the polish mahogany. A strapping musclebound orc flanked him on either side as he stared down or rather up at Og. The former assistant chef with a craving for the ladies and ate more than he cooked. Og was sitting in front of the desk. Smug pulled out a tiny pair of golden glasses from his shirt pocket and placed them on his face as he read a crumbled stained parchment.

"Your termination of service is final today, In lieu of payment due to property damages." Smug's eyes bulged, and he gritted his teeth. A quick exhale, and the goblin continued, " we will honor your requested severance in exchange for your brisk departure in port and your pledge of no further incidents or malice." Og nodded his fat head as three barrels were rolled beside him, the contents sloshed continually against the barrel's insides.

"Three barrels of scorpid sting ale, and the final item is." Smug lifted the metal covering from a serving dish on his desk. Silver was tied with seaweed and gagged with an apple on a bed of lettuce. Her body was drizzled with gravy, and Silver squirmed with an angry expression on her face seeing Og grinning and drool leaking from his face.

"One Silver on a platter bound with seaweed and gravy," Smug sat the parchment down and glared at the Ogre." We were out of bananas, take it or leave it."

Og grabbed the platter bringing it to his face, breathing in Silver's sweet smell, nearly sucking her hair up his nose. The rancid lips of his mouth parted. A fat tongue from his mouth dragged down Silver's back to her buttocks, smearing the gravy. Og shifted the platter sliding the bound maiden onto his tongue, bringing her inside his mouth. Silver sank into his tongue, spitting the apple. She yelled," I am getting out of this, you bastard. You never kept me down before. Just wait, i'll be free by sun up!"

Silver's rant was cut off as Og's lips slammed shut, and the Ogre gulped, sending the former cook to his belly. Silver stood inside his cavernous belly, and the seaweed frayed in his stomach juices. She kicked his stomach wall and proceeded to climb out. A torrent of fluid poured on her from the esophagus onto her and flowed into Silver's mouth, leaving the human tingling and weak. Silver fell back into the stomach juices, floating on her back, groaning as more liquid poured into the belly, causing Og's insides to reek of cheap alcohol. Scorpid sting ale, Silver's eye twitched, recognizing the scent.

A strong ale flavored with scorpid venom, a weak drink for an Ogre but a paralytic for a human. "You asshole!" Silver coughed as more ale entered the belly, nearly filling the organ. She couldn't move, paralyzed by the venomous bath.

Og rubbed his full belly and kicked the empty barrels, pressing his fingers into his abdomen, massaging and stirring the contents ensuring Silver was coated in his surprise. "Next time you see that bitch she will be the fat on my thigh," The Ogre laughed triumphantly.

"We have reached shore, and I need some liquid therapy. Mr. Og, you are dismissed." Smug spoke as Og lumbered away, leaving the goblin with his crewmates.

"Sir, why did you honor his request?" A deckhand on his right whispered as the Ogre rocked the ship, jumping into the shallows.

Captain Smug wiped his green brow, " simple, this way, the ship is undamaged, and I don't have to pay the cook her wages at the same time."

Og lurched into town as Silver floated trapped in the alcoholic soup waiting for digestion.

"How does that feel?" Ellis's words echo in the tower, and the calm wind blows the scents of Dalaran by Mushi as the mages hand makes contact with the frog's skin. Arcane magic flowed through patterns on Mushi's body, lighting up symbols and hidden markings.

"That's some pretty lights," the muffled voice of Telal spoke within Mushi's glowing skin.

"I feel fuzzy," profound words came from Mushi's body. Ellis and Mae looked at the frog, then at each other in surprise.

"You can hear me?" Mushi rocked his body and paced with excitement.

Mae rose from the sheets of Ellis's bed and wrapped a silken robe on her naked body as she still was recovering from the mage ravishing her earlier.

"I activated his latent loa magic, and he can now call upon his innate abilities." Ellis stood proud, looking at the slinking Pandaren approaching him.

"So you taught him to talk," Mae sipped a warm cup of tea. "how does that help us recover Llvaria?"

"How," Mushi repeated several times, stamping his webbed foot with each word.

Ellis wiped his face and composed himself, "The quickest way to Nazmir at this point is by a portal. To open a portal, you have to be attuned to the location, and I am have never been to the swamp, let alone the Isle of Zandalar."

"But he has," Mae's expressions changed as she realized that he was already attuned to the swamp since Mushi was conceived on the island.

"Some of Krag'wa's offspring can open portals, puddle jumping as it is called. If I can teach him to unlock his potential, we can catch up or beat the kidnappers to Nazmir before your friend meets the loa."

"Teach me," Mushi's words vibrated his purple body causing him to glow in the darkened tower.

"I love a good challenge. Let us begin." Ellis beamed as the human mage began to train the child of the frog god.