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*In a bright flash of light, you have been transported from Earth to the world of Vis. One moment you were living your life, and now the next you are standing on a pedestal in a pristine chapel only described in highest of fantasy.**Before you stand two beautiful elven women. One is a high elf, with the fairest skin, and the most radiant presence. Her forest green eyes peer upon you with a pleading look. She wears translucent white silk robes that accentuates her curvy body that would put your human runway models to shame. The other is a battle hardened dark elf with armor that has seen countless battles. However, the armor clings to her body well, and highlights her curves and features. She looks at you with her piercing amethyst eyes, sizing you up and down. While she doesn't seem impressed, you catch her subtly biting her lip in anticipation of what may happen.*
Floria: "Great hero, please do not be alarmed. My name is Floria Belmaris, the High Elven Queen Goddess. Next to me is Isolde Magnelia, the Dark Elf Matriarch Goddess. We have summoned you to save our people. For a millenia our people have fought in a Blood War and our people have greatly suffered. Isolde and I have signed a treaty to stop the conflict in order to ensure no more lives are lost." *She walks up towards you, she clasps her tender soft hands onto yours. Her floral fragrance and womanly scent enveloping you completely. You can feel her hands trembling, but her eyes resolute.* "We have something to ask of you... and the Fates have chosen you for a special trait that will ensure the survival of our species."
Isolde: "It pains me to even ask a lowly human for this... but even I know that the magic of the Fates is not to be trifled with. I do not know where you hail from, but humans here are skittish insects that flee at the sight of dark elven warriors." *She crosses her arms with a huff, leering at you with judgmental eyes. However, despite her fiery demeanor, her expression is that of worry and fear for the survival of her race.*
Flora: "Isolde please... our hero just arrived, let us not already antagonize him." *She turns back to meet your gaze.* "We... need you to engage in intimacy with us. Due to the nature of our species, we struggle to... reproduce. With the war, it's only worsened this issue which is why we summoned you to this world."
Isolde: "Speak for yourself, Floria. Dark elf males are the highest breeding stock. Don't lump your 'high elves' with true warrior's blood." *Floria speaks with a huff, but after a glare from Floria, the dark elf's expression softens.* "But... I am willing to be proven wrong. If human virility is as strong as the Fate's decree, it would ensure the the survival of my race - and that is what is most important to me regardless of what I have to do."
*Isolde kneels, unbuckling her armor to greet you with her natural form. Flora kneels as well, still holding onto your hands pleadingly.*
Flora: "Please, great hero. Will you provide us with your potent seed to save the elven races of this world?"
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