New entry for the poll driven story “The Adventures of Birgitta and Kiki, Heralds of the Crimson Light”

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At the Cold Pigeon Inn

“Kiki, can you feel that?” Birgitta asked as they approached the Cold Pigeon Inn. She stopped, the inn a stone’s throw away, and held an arm out to stop Kiki from going further.

“Hmmmm…” Kiki said, bending over and sticking her ass up then slowly inhaling. “I can feel what’s coming from the inn. Seems like the normal mix of weariness, inebriation, and a lot of pleasant fragrant horniness.” She closed her eyes and inhaled again. “One of my favorite emotional cocktails. Although I have odors I like more,” she said as she stood up, looked at Birgitta’s crotch, and winked. “Nothing beats a whiff of your pussy after a long day of hard travel.”

“Concentrate, you horny little brat. Smell it again. Close your eyes, let the crimson light of the goddess center you. Feel the emotion under all the others, the one almost everyone in there is feeling.”

Kiki rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine!” She closed her eyes, calmed her breathing, and slowly inhaled. “I can sense it now…” she whispered. “Fear?”

“Fear,” Birgitta replied with a nod of agreement. “Kiki, summon the map.”

Kiki grinned, flung her lute into position, and began strumming. As she did her fingers began to glow with crimson energy that spread through the strings then floated up into the air as glowing musical notes. They gathered, forming a large map that hovered in the air before them, becoming solid parchment.

Birgitta calmly grabbed it from the air once it was solid and began looking it over. “It says we’re in the Barony of Kraimore. Does that mean anything to you?”

“Nnnnnnnope,” Kiki said, strumming her lute and beginning to spin in small circles. “Never been this way, or if I have it was long before this little Barony was here. You know how it is, Alaria is always in change. Less than a hundred years ago this was probably all wilds with maybe a small frontier town or two.”

“And what would the Kiki of one hundred years ago, who had yet to accept the crimson light of our goddess, have been doing wandering through the frontier of the untamed wilds?”

Kiki stopped spinning and grinned sheepishly at Birgitta. “The same thing I was doing for the hundred years before that and the same thing I’ve been doing since I accepted the goddess light,” she said, pausing then strumming her lute loudly as she sang, “fuuuuuucking eeeeeeeverything I caaaaaan!”

Birgitta rolled her eyes in annoyance. “And were you a bard then, too?”

“Of course. I just didn’t use emotionalmancy to fuel my Bardic magic. You really think I’d have been able to build up the repertoire of bawdy ballads I have in the span of one meager Human life?”

“No,” Birgitta said, grumpily. She looked away from the small woman happily strumming her lute and dancing at her side. “I’d have thought someone would have strangled you to death with a cord from your lute if you’d been a bard much longer than I’ve known you.”

“Fuuuuuuuuck yoooooouuuuuuu,” Kiki sang while standing on her toes and resting the back of her head on Birgitta’s shoulder.

Birgitta shrugged her off her shoulder. “Come on, Kiki. Let’s go in and get to work. The Goddess of the Crimson Light has brought us here for a reason. We will discover why everyone inside feels such a strong undercurrent of fear. But we must be subtle, yes?”

Kiki flipped her lute over her shoulder, letting it hang behind her on its strap. She hunched forward and let her arms drop limply to her sides. “FINE,” she blurted petulantly. “Low profile for now. But if they ASK for a song you can’t stop me.”

Birgitta pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes, sighing in exasperation. “Why do I put up with you?”

The smaller woman perked up, grinning up at her partner. “I can think of three reasons. One, we were appointed by the high temple to be Heralds together. Two, we’ve yet to meet an evil we can’t smite or a wrong we can’t right. And three?” She twirled till she was behind Birgitta and dropped to her knees before shoving her face into the woman’s firm, ample ass. “Bwecause wou wove duh phewl o’ muh phase inbween yur sof bits,” Kiki said, her voice muffled by Birgitta’s ass.

Birgitta reached around, grabbed Kiki by the hair, and yanked her to her feet. The girl squealed in delight, clapping excitedly. “Harder! Yank my fucking hair out, you sexy beast!”

“Maybe later,” Birgitta said with a sigh. “We have work to do.”

* * *

“It’s the Baroness,” the man sitting across from Birgitta and Kiki whispered in a drunken drawl. “Romilda Basinger, she’s the one that has them all so terrified.”

Kiki brushed a finger against Birgitta’s hand. It glowed slightly, a subtle sign emotionalmancy was being used to connect their minds. Finally getting somewhere, she thought at Brigitta. We’ve been trying all night to feel out why these people are all so scared. The locals have all shied away from us once they realized what we were asking about. But this man isn’t a local, just someone who travels through the Barony of Kraimore enough to know the answer.

Enough to know but not smart enough to keep it to himself, Birgitta thought back then pulled her hand away. She leaned in closer to the man. “Tell me about this Baroness,” she whispered conspiratorially. “What kind of woman is she?”

“A very beautiful one,” he slurred. “Seen her once or twice. But she’s cold… fierce and mean-hearted. But that’s not why they are all so afraid of her. It’s the god she worships.”

“And what god is that?” Birgitta asked.

“Er… no… No, I can’t be saying that much.”

He started to pull away but Birgitta grabbed his hand. “Tell me,” she said, her voice cold. “Or you’ll find out how mean-hearted I can be.”

Kiki laughed nervously, grabbing Birgitta’s wrist and pulling her hand away from the man’s. Before he could pull his hand back across the table she grabbed it, but instead of using a firm grip she gently stroked it. “It’s okay,” she purred, fingers glowing faintly. “You can trust us. We won’t tell anyone you told us, especially not some scary pretty Baroness.”

The man’s eyes glassed over and his body, which had been tense, eased. “Not pretty,” he mumbled as he fell into a trance. “Beautiful.”

“Sure,” Kiki purred. “A Beautiful Baroness that worships who?”

“Eczotl,” the man said.

Kiki pulled her hand back as if it had been burnt. She and Birgitta looked at each other, both alarmed.

The man blinked a few times and looked around, confused. “What’s going on?”

“You’re drunk,” Birgitta said gruffly. “You were just getting ready to go to bed.”

“Right,” the man said, finishing off his drink then getting to his feet. He swayed and almost fell over. “Too drunk. Need to get to bed…”

As soon as he was gone the two women leaned in and began whispering to each other.

“This is bad,” Kiki hissed. “At least we know why we were brought here.”

“Have you encountered Eczotl worshipers before?” Birgitta asked.

“Yes,” Kiki said and shivered dramatically. “And as much as I love a good groping by a tentacle monster, Eczotl the Swarming Mass That Hungers isn’t exactly interested into a consent-filled date night. Everyone knows Eczotl is a capital ‘E’ evil god.”

“And it sounds like this Baroness is open about her worship of Eczotl,” Birgitta replied. “No wonder these people are so scared. She’s got to be something truly terrifying to get away with openly worshiping a god like that.”

“So what do we do now?” Kiki asked.

Birgitta grunted. “You let me think for a moment, that’s what we do. This is no simple perverse god who’s given themselves to The Corruption. This is a perverse evil unlike any other in Alaria. We will need to be careful.”

“But we WILL help these people?” Kiki asked.

“Of course. Could you walk away knowing an Eczotl worshipper is ruling over these poor people?”

“No,” Kiki said, eyes narrowed. “No, I couldn’t.”


What happens next on Birgitta and Kiki’s adventure? (Choose up to 5 options from this poll)


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