Kalsis' Potion of Strength
by Robert Adam Morrison
A magical strength potion is gained by an adventuring party, but its effects are unpredictable


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WARNING: Adult and erotic content.

Kalsis' Potion of Strength

	The two sides stood, opposing one another. The goblins lurched, axes
and maces in hand, spittle coming from their gaping mouths. The adventuring
party leaned back, weapons and magic ready for the coming attack. Each side
was numbered four members, standing in the stone cave.
	The goblins were grey-skinned ugly humanoids with protruding fangs and
globular eyes. They wore ratty leather jacks that reached over their pevli.
Two had notched and rusty axes, the other two had ugly maces with spike-lined
heads. The goblins had fur-covered shoulders and knees.
	The four adventurers, unlike the goblins, were each different and
individual.
	The first adventurer was a male warrior. He wore a suit of iron half-
plate mail that covered his shoulders and torso. A belt held sheaths for
weapons. He held a wide-bladed sword of fine quality in his right hand, and
a simple iron shield in his left hand. Leather boots reached his knees. His
handsome face shone out with anguish. His short brown hair was ragged and
uncombed.
	The second adventurer was a female clad in long purple robes. Runes
covered its length. A belt round her waist held small pouches which held
dusts and herbs necessary for the casting of spells. Her nimble left hand
already held a few pinches of ruby dust, her right hand pointed forward, the
index finger extended, all aglow with a green aurora. Her beautiful face
was hid within the hood of her robe, but her red lips were seen moving
softly, muttering the words of a spell.
	The third adventurer was a male wearing a suit of fine steel chain
mail. A white tunic was imprinted with the holy symbol of Ferror, goddess
of justice and might. He was a normal-looking man who carried a large,
iron-shod staff. He rotated his staff slowly and methodologically. His black
hair was long and tied into a pony-tail, swinging slightly behind his back.
	The final adventurer was a female clad in a leather jerkin. Large
leather boots reached her thighs. She carried a single pointed sword in her
hands which she kept at a good distance from her. Her long black hair was
straight, and tended to obstruct her vision. She wore a simple bandanna
around her brow. A leather belt at her waist carried a number of small
knives, balanced for throwing. A strange pouch held a number of small,
delicate instruments, most probably intended for the manipulation of locks.
	And so the two sides stood ready for one another, anticipating the 
first move.
	The warrior darted forward with an overhead strike against the
largest of the axe-carrying goblins. The blade was lowered fast and the
goblin was unable to evade the sword's bite. Blood splashed aside as the
sword dug deep into the shoulder of the goblin. The goblin lurched to one
knee and screamed loudly. The holler echoed out of the cavern.
	The other axe-goblin charged forward towards the warrior. The
warrior stepped quickly to one side, allowing the goblin to pass. Unable
to stop, the goblin continued forward, into the area of the priest. The
priest gripped his staff with both hands and lanced it forward, into the
chin of the goblin. There was a snap, and the goblin fell to the ground.
Spinning the staff, the priest rounded his weapon over his head and swung
it to the ground, crushing the skull of the prone goblin. Blood seeped
across the stone floor.
	Before the two mace-wielding goblins could act, the robed woman
completed the motions of her spell, and pointed towards the left goblin.
A bolt of green energy leapt from her hand and impacted into the chest of
the indicated goblin. A sound of thunder echoed through the chamber, and
the goblin grunted loudly as it flew into the back wall. Its eyes closed.

	The small female thief cried an incomprehensible battle cry, and 
leapt forwards to the last goblin. The goblin dodged aside from the clumsy
sword strike, and began to swing its mace. Air rushed as the mace head
swung to the temple of the girl. The mace-head nicked her forehead, and
she slumped to the ground with a moan.
	The goblin chuckled and lifted his mace over his head, ready to
finish the conflict. Something stopped his attempt. He tried to pull the
mace down. Again, it resisted. He turned around, and his eyes bugged-out
as he met the warrior, face-to-face. The warrior let go of the haft of
the goblin's mace, and shoved his broadsword through the belly of the
goblin. The goblin's eyes rolled upwards, and it collapsed to the ground.
	The warrior swore under his breath. He wiped his blade off with a
small rag, and sheathed it in his left scabbard. He knelt beside the 
unconscious girl.
	'Neme, are you okay?' he asked.
	'Huh?' the girl's eyes fluttered open, and she moaned as she sat
up. 'Kardan, is that you? Whu-what happened?'
	'Neme, sit still and don't overexert yourself.' Kardan said. He
turned to the other two adventurers. 'Hemral, can you heal her?'
	The priest shook his head.
	'My goddess does not grant be the boon of the healing arts.'
Hemral said.
	'What good is a cleric who cannot heal?' bitterly asked the mage.
	'What good is a wizardress who cannot identify artifacts?' retorted
Hemral.
	'Hemral, Raddi, stop it!' exclaimed Kardan. 'Neme needs healing!
Let's search the goblins and see if they had any healing draughts!'
	The three stood up and searched the goblin corpses, as Neme tried
to brush the cobwebs out of the inside of her head. Packs and pouches
were opened and scattered over the floor. Many coins of copper and
rusty eating utensils were found, but no potions. They searched for
five minutes, until Hemral the priest finally cried out with joy.
	'I've found a vial!'
	The three gathered together, and Hemral produced the small vial
of blue liquid. It shone azure blue in the lantern light. The vial was
three inches long, conical in shape. The vial was stoppered by a steel
rod, half an inch long.
	'A healing potion.' exclaimed Hemral. 'It has to be, just by the
colouring alone!'
	'Do not be so sure, Hemral.' muttered Raddi. 'These were goblins,
and as we all know, such creatures of evil are apt to carry poisons.'
	'You speak true, elf!' said Kardan. 'And even if it was a potion
of healing of goblin-make, it might be poisonous to us.'
	'Damnation to that!' cried Neme. She quickly got to her feet, and
raced over to the group. 'I'm going to die unless I get some healing! I'm
willing to take the chance. Now stop yammering and give me that dope!'
	She reached over and snatched away the vial. She turned around
quickly and pulled off the vial's stopper.
	'Neme!' shouted Kardan. 'Stop!'
	Neme pulled back her head as she downed the blue liquid. The

elixir traveled down her throat. Kardan, Hemral and Raddi stood quietly
as they awaited the effects of the elixir. Neme just stood plainly. She
checked her temple, then scratched her arm.
	'Nothing.' she said.
	'In future,' Kargan began a lecture, 'before chugging down
unknown potions, make sure you know what...'
	'Hey!' Neme protested. 'There's no other way. Sometimes you just
gotta take the chance!'
	'I wonder what the potion really does?' pondered Raddi.
	'Probably allows the breathing of water.' muttered Hemral as he
hung his mace on his belt.
	The adventurers packed away their weapons and equipment, and
prepared to exit the cave.

	A dark figure sat in a large ornate ebony chair. His withering
hands stood out in the light. The hands tapped their fingers on the
solid marble table. The table stood in the middle of a large and
hollow hall. Multiple chandeliers dimly lit the hall. Trophies of
beasts and monsters lined the walls. A large fire place was lit
with a blazing fire that wafted hot air around the chamber.
	A large set of double doors suddenly swung open. Standing in
the doorway was a large man, tall and strong. He wore plate armour
of red and green. His helmet was shaped like the head of a dragon.
Spikes and serrated edges lined the armour. The man seemed more like
an engine of destruction than a human being.
	The man paced across the marble floor of the room, making a
strange, hollow noise as metal rapped against smooth stone. The man
walked up to the dark figure in the black chair. The blacken figure's
tapping did not cease.
	The armoured figure removed his helm, revealing the head of
a middle-aged and scarred warrior. His fair hair was long and thin.
A scar was etched across his left eye, leaving it partially closed.
Numerous tiny scars were etched across other areas of his face.
	'Your report, Alrak.' the dark figure ordered in a raspy
voice.

	'Your eminence,' Alrak exclaimed in a booming voice, 'your
borders have been extended by two days of an army march. The land
of Cordoban will soon be completely claimed by your divine right!'
	'Excellent.' said the dark ruler. 'As my borders increase,
my power rises. Soon, no land will be able to withstand my army.
You will ever be rewarded for thy skill as my general, Alrak.'
	'I seek only to serve, my Emperor.' Alrak boomed.
	A soft bang filled the air as a small cloud of purple smoke
appeared on the opposite side of the table. The smoke cleared
away, leaving a female figure dressed in a revealing costume.
The woman was extremely beautiful, with long and dark raven hair
and deep rose lips. She had an extremely serious expression on
her face.
	'Emperor.' she whispered.
	'Ah, Caltha.' the Emperor said. 'What brings you to my
presence?'
	'There has been a serious change of events.'
	'WHAT!?' yelled the Emperor with unseeming strength of
voice. He slammed his delicate fist down on the table. With
unseen strength, the table shuddered.
	'The potion of Kalsis has been captured.'
	'No!' gasped Alrak.
	'How can this be?' roared the Emperor.
	'The goblin agents who were transporting the potion
through the underground were killed by a party of adventurers.'
	'Then can the potion be retrieved?' asked Alrak.
	'No,' replied Caltha, 'it was mistaken for a healing
draught, and was consumed.'
	'WHAT?!' roared the Emperor.
	'A thief named Neme consumed it. She soon will feel its
effects.'
	'I never understood what the potion did.' stated Alrak.
	'I grants the strength to challenge an army!' bellowed
the Emperor. 'It was to be the final factor in my victory!'
	'That is gone.' said Caltha. 'The party will oppose you,
Emperor, no matter what you offer.'
	'Kill them!' the Emperor roared. 'Teleport there and
finish them before the strength can be reaped!'
	'I cannot.' muttered Caltha. 'You know the rules of
the High Magi, Emperor. I may give you information, and
defend your realm, but I may not act as an agent for you.'
	'LEAVE ME!'
	Caltha disappeared into a conjured cloud of purple smoke.
	'Alrak!' bellowed the Emperor. 'Send my agents through
the underground! Root out these adventurers! Slay that girl
who would oppose me!'
	'Your eminence.' said Alrak, as he slowly backed out of
the room. He closed the doors, leaving the Emperor in the
empty room, fuming and thinking.

	The sun was setting across the top of the treeline.
The small party was finishing their final preparations of
camp. Hemral was stirring a pot of stew over a fire. Raddi
was crawling by the side of the campsite, searching for
herbs. Kardan was chopping wood with a small hatchet. He
already had a small pile of firewood.
	Neme sat on a log at the side of the fire ring. She
rubbed at her temple, wincing slightly. She ran her whetstone
across her short sword, working out the nicks of the blade.
	'Can't I do anything to help?' she asked.
	'Just sit and relax.' replied Hemral. 'You shouldn't
try to do anything with that wound.'
	Raddi walked over and sat near to Neme. She removed her
hood, revealing her full elven beauty. Her small pointed ears
accentuated her beautiful face. Her almond shaped eyes were
topaz and deep. Her long blond hair fluttered in the slight

breeze.
	'We will find a healer at the next inn.' Raddi stated.
	Neme pouted. Kardan finished his axe strikes, and
walked over with a pile of firewood in his arms. He set it
down by the fire ring. Hemral pulled out four bowls from his
backpack, and filled each one in turn with the beefy stew
from the steaming pot. He gave a bowl to each party member.
	The party began to eat the tasteless, yet filling
concoction. Kardan ate quickly and without manners. Neme
picked, but ate her fill. Hemral ate slowly and 
methodologically. Raddi took each spoonful slowly and
unpleasantly. Hemral frowned.
	'You elves don't like meat?' he asked.
	'Nonsense. We just don't eat bovines.'
	'Deer.' stated Kardan. 'Deer, elks and moose. That is
the only meats that are accepted by elves.'
	'How would you know?' asked Neme.
	'From my lorebooks.' Kardan replied.
	'Bull!' Neme retorted.
	'He is right.' said Raddi.
	The conversation died, and the party finished their
meal in silence but for the sounds of the forest.
	After finishing the meal, Hemral and Raddi stood up.
	'I must find a stone of suitable size,' stated Hemral,
'that I might pray to my goddess.'
	'And I must find certain flowers that only blossom in
the night' said Raddi.
	'Leaving us for guard duty.' said Neme.
	'Me for guard duty,' claimed Kardan, 'and you for
healing.'
	Neme frowned and pouted. Hemral started pacing towards
the north and Raddi headed for the east, both entering into
the forest.
	Kardan took out his sword and whetstone, and began to
run it across the edge of the blade. Neme neared to him.
	'Hey, handsome,' she cooed, 'both the wet blankets
are gone. How about a little fun?'
	'Sorry, I'm out of gold pieces and I need my share of
the copper we got from the goblins.'
	'Come on. I only stole from you that one time.'
	'Oh, all right. But don't tell Manzi!'
	'Why do you need that dirty country gal for, when
you've got me by your side, every adventure!'
	'Manzi is my betrothed. She's a good old-fashioned
country girl who will aid my on my farm, once I have 
enough gold to build it!'
	'You could be the greatest warrior, getting a good
monthly wage of gold from the King! Why do you want a
dirty old farm for.'
	'You'll never understand, Neme. You'll never
understand.'
	Kardan removed his armour. He unbuckled his weapon
belt and took off his shirt. Neme clicked her tongue, and
unstrung her leather tunic. The pair undressed to their
skivvies, and entered into one of the tents that had been
set up.
	Neme looked up and down Kardan's body. Toned and
bronzed muscles lined his body. Neme's blood boiled as she
looked at his long and strong limbs. Her pulse further sped
up as she saw the large bulge in Kardan's shorts.
	Kardan, at the same time, was looking over Neme. He looked
over her soft and smooth body, her nimble fingers and her delicate
toes. Her soft and round breasts caused his member to move as he
noted them, even under her brassiere.
	But she was too soft for him. He was used to a firmer and
rougher female. Manzi was a hardy girl, with long arms and strong
limbs. Her skin was bronzed from hours of farm chores.
	The two embraced passionately, although Kardan was only half
into the effort. He had feelings towards Neme, but he still thought
of Manzi. Neme felt the kiss, and was driven by passion.
	A shudder came over Neme. She felt a certain erotic pleasure
as it rippled down her body. She held herself and cooed softly.
	Kardan backed away and stared strangely at Neme as she seemed
consumed by some inner-passion. Neme seemed to be elsewhere as she
massaged herself.
	Suddenly, there was a sound of rippling flesh, as Neme's arms
began to grow. Her arm muscles became large and well-formed. Her
deltoid muscles peaked and Neme exhaled a shout of pleasure.
	The wave of growth continued, as Neme's legs became intertwined
lengths of muscle cord. Her calves billowed out and ripped. Her
quadriceps ballooned into pods of muscle.
	Neme's abdomen expanded and slowly developed ridges of muscles.
Her stomach was a board of strength. Her shoulders became wings of
strength. Her back became a support of strength.
	The process was complete, and Neme stood up in the tent. She
had grown to at least six feet, and she probably weighed two hundred
pounds. She was a goddess and amazon of strength.
	Kardan gaped and gazed, mouth completely open. He was unable to
respond to the situation he was in. The only part of his body
reacting was his member, which had grown to a impressive size,
stretching his shorts to the seams.
	Neme had felt the ultimate in pleasure, but she was still hungry.
She reached over to Kardan, and grasped him by the shoulders. She
ripped off his shorts and beheld his long and thick penis. She held his
member, and began to stroke it with her strong and capable hands, still
nimble from thieving experience.
 	Kardan began to moan with pleasure. Neme bent down and began to
suck Kardan's male organ. He ejaculated and she ingested his cum. The
stream of his orgasm continued, and she was all to glad to receive the
product.
	She then sat up and forced Kardan's member into her body. She
shuddered with ecstasy as he pumped at her. She also reacted and moved,
caused him to continue to climax. Neme felt feeling after feeling. She
screamed in great pleasure as Kardan continued to have sex with her.
	The sun finally set, but the two would not stop their ritual of
orgasms.
	A small group of gnolls neared the campsite, alerted by the
screaming of the pair. The humanoid jackals combined the worst
qualities of humans and jackals. They carried sharp, pointed weapons of
various types and wore smelly, ill-fitting clothes. They hungered for
human-flesh.
	They paced with inhuman silence towards the tent of the lovers.

TO BE CONTINUED.