A few notes for clarity:
All characters are adults over the age of eighteen.
This story contains less graphic violence than my normal stories. Also missing is the cannibalism, arson, and church burning common to my other stories. I have been advised it comes off less as Romeo and Juliet and more as a porno script written by a sophomoric and immature Rob Zombie and set in the twilight zone.
Wood alcohol is highly poisonous, don't drink it. And methanol fire burns hot and invisible, which sounds made up, sadly a youtube search for 'Indy 500 Rick Mears has a pit fire' shows it not made up and gives an example that is horrific in the extreme. Thallium is also a nasty bit of fatal.
Sex acts include :
Naked male-clothed females
MFF
Streaking and exhibitionism
Midgets and nekos being spanked on the face with minotaur penises
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I knew better than to touch the forbidden Tome of Eldritch knowledge with my bare hands. The pair of iron fireplace tongs I used to pull the book off the top shelf of the old dusty bookcase simmered. By the time I had used them to move the ancient tome to a table and push it open to the first chapter the tongs gave off a hiss that reminded me of hot metal getting plunged into water. I pushed the half empty jar of thallium and the vial of Prussian blue off to one side, I was not sure what would happen if they touched the book.
The hissing sounds echoed off the halls of the library of the Ladies Sorcery Academy of Celaeno. In theory, none of the girls would be allowed out of their dormitory houses this late. In practice, enough lights and sounds at any school anywhere was sure to attract attention sooner or later.
The Amazing Dungeons and Deceptions Dragon Master's guide, in some places called the AD&D DM guide, gave off an aura of power that was almost visible to the naked eye. That the book would react so strongly to iron was a sure sign that some type of fey glamour possessed it. It appeared to be some sort of game book.
The book needed to be burnt. If it was a person, effort would be made to drive out the possession entity, but with a book it was easier to just burn it and let the world be rid of one more evil.
This was not the only work that had been twisted by dark eldritch horrors whom existed beyond space and time. The play called The King in Yellow was known to cause madness in any who had read it. The Naacal Empire often included false pages into their forbidden tomes which would cause blindness if read more than once. If read aloud, many phases in the Aklo language could be used as a killing word or to induce insanity.
Its owner was as good as dead. Anyone choosing to keep a copy of such vile nonsense instead of turning it over to one of the Holy Orders set up to protect the world from evil could expect to burn along with the book. Especially in this case as the owner had temporary loaned the tome to a school library where anyone could access it and get possessed. They were openly working to aid the fey, no treason could be greater.
I started reading the first few paragraphs. I needed to know what it said to know how it was warping peoples' minds. As I feared, it was vile racist nonsense. The fey loved turning people against one another other and causing strife. It was easy to turn people against each other when the others were seen as different or outsiders.
The first chapter was on race. According to the book, Orcs, as well as half-Orcs such as I, were brutal, uncivilized, mud people. Our intelligence was hardly above that of a wild beast. We had no cities or industry, relying only on theft of weaker races for our food. I started laughing as I read the next few lines; apparently, the only time Orcs take turns is while raping. "Uh huh." I muttered to myself. On the plus side, the book advises we have '+5 negroloid strength' and are 'too stupid to fear danger.'
I checked a few of the other races. It was the same garbage. According to the book, there is something called an oriental Jew Goblin. All the oriental Jew Goblins do is swindle people and hoard gold by secretly running all the banks in the world. They also worship the gods of evil for some reason.
I used the iron tongs to flip a few chapters ahead to a chapter on the campaign and scenario setting. According to the game book the heroes live in a strange and magically place called Gameland. The official ruler is a powerful Orc chief named King Willie Horsecock. He rules over a savage tribe of Orcs that are little more than big-lipped jungle monkeys. Secretly, the Goblins are the power behind the throne. The peace of the land had been shattered by a group of white women who, while acting willful and uppity, snuck into the Orc camp late one night and stole all their watermelons.
The purpose of the game was for players characters, as white Human males from a local farming village, to become heroes of Gameland by performing quests. One quest involved getting the uppity white women back to town and put them in their place by getting them pregnant and chaining them barefoot in a kitchen. Another quest was the genocide of all the Orcs before the Orcs got drunk and started chucking spears or raping everyone. A third quest involved murdering a bunch of Goblins, robbing their bank, then coming back a few weeks later to rob the graves of the murdered Goblins. My blood ran cold as I read these quests, what would happen if people were mind controlled into believing this was morally right.
Someone was coming up the stairs. I quickly dropped the evil book into a lead and iron lined leather satchel along with the iron fireplace tongs doing my best not to break the two glass jugs in the satchels other pocket.
I heard a pencil drop behind me and spun around to face a group of young women holding wands. The four stripes on their robes let me know they were senior year students. "Oooh, it's an Orc! Are you here from...um...the agency? To, you know, do the thing?" a Halfling asked.
"I'm here on a guild contract." I said matter of factly. "I can't graduate school till I complete my first contract."
"Are you here to rape us Mr.Orc?" One of them called out.
A blue haired Pixie stepped forward, she stared at me wantonly. "He has to rape me first." She proclaimed. She waved a riding crop at me. "But first, he needs to strip, then he needs a spanking. Once he gets naked the real fun can begin." She saw me looking at the vial of Prussian blue on the table and snapped it up, slipping it into her purse. "Nice, what is this, it's the same color as my hair."