Legends of Belariath

Melora

Melora have never known her parents as she was orphaned as she was just an infant. At that point she could have simply perished had not sir Olwen, an ageing human knight who lived nearby took her in and had her raised within his household and as she grew older he started to plan to train her to become a squire for his only son, who would be a knight. However disaster struck when Sir Olwen's son broke with his father and went his own way after som very heated arguments that eventually led to blodshed and Sir Olwen and his son never even spoke to eachother after that. And it was as if something inside Sir Olwen's mind broke from the sorrow and disapointment and he turned out to become a broken man with a twisted mind.

When Melora became old enough to start her training, Sir Olwen saw her and also saw the beauty she would become when she would become of age. And in his twisted mind he started to make up codes of conduct for her, constructing almost an order with harsh and quite perverted rules she had to submit to. As she was still young and had lived protected in his household he found that he could easilly turn her mind, forming her to his own foul wishes and depraved desires. To sir Olwen's credit, he never had her succumb to anything sexual before she formally became of age. But even with the basic training he was forming her to become a knight, much unlike all other knights the world had sen before. Had a sane persone seen this, it would have became clear that Melora was not training to be a good knight, but rather a perversion of a knight, someone who would not conquer evil, but be it's prey.

On the day when Melora became of age and became an adult, she was given her first set of real armor. Until that day she had not been permitted to wear armor only padded clothes. Also until that day she had only been wielding wooden practise weapons. But now when she became an adult in the eyes of the society Sir Olwen told her the rules he had made up for her concerning clothes and armor. She was stripped of her clothes and had to put all her clothings she owned on fire and watch them burn. She was then blindfolded and brought into a big hall in the cellars of Sir Olwen's keep. Shivvering as she wasn't allowed even to use the warmth spell, she was to kneel on the stone floor, lit only by torches. Sir Olwen had the blindfold removed and she was to remain there, naked as he read from what seemed to be an old tomb, the codes of the ancient order of knights he had dreamed up in his madness. He had her swear the oaths, to follow the codes, to obey the rules and to become a knight of his order. The order of the knights of Priapos. He would have her learn the codes by heart until she could recite them. He then had her swear the oaths, not only once, but three times. And as he had already brainwashed her, formed her mind, she did all this willingly. He then told her she were accepted as a squire, and now her real training would begin and it would be harder than ever before. Melora was then presented with her armor, the only armor she was allowed to wear due to the codes she had sworn to uphold. It wasn't the shining suit of armor plates of a knight, nor was it scalemail. it was a loincloth made of chainmail rings, held together at her hip with leather stings and absolutely see through. It was a top, barely covering her round and firm, tearshaped breasts, also in chainmail and also very seethrough. She was then given plate wambraces for her underarms. Greaves for her calves. There was a leather belt with an empty sheath for a sword that he fastened around her slender waist. He then presented her with a shield with no markings, as she yet had to prove herself to be worthy of wearing the marks of the order. He told Melora that these items were the only armor she would ever be allowed to wear, and should she need to replace any part of it, it must not cover more than this armor did. Sir Olwen also told his squire that if she at any time was to wear clothes, they should not cover more of her bdoy than the chainmails she now was wearing with one exception, she was allowed to wear a cloak for warmth and to sleep upon. Melora had to swear again and her blue eyes shone with pride as she swore the oaths again, three times. Sir Olwen then proceded with having a sword brought to them, hidden by a velvet cloth. He then presented her with what was to be her most valuable belonging, the one item she could never replace if it was ever lost. He unwrapped the sword and presented it to her, it was an old longsword and he told her it was an old relic of the order and holy. That she was to be the chosen one to wear it and use it for the rest of her life. The blade was gleaming and one could see there was some dents on it as it was old. But it was the handle that was exceptional. It was made with ivory and bone that was yellowing with age, carefully handcrafted and shaped in the form of a large phallus. The Crossguard was smithed in the normal way, only, crafted so one could hold it by the crossguard without slipping. The grip was made in ivory and bones, interlaced with eachother and sculptured to look like the shaft of a penis with ridges and veins, but still fitting snugly in ones hands so the sword wouldn't slip. The pommel had the look of the crown of a phallus, wide at the base and then tapering down to a tip. On the blade, there was some intricate patterns etched into the steel. In the patterns was a word in a ancient tongue, readable in comman as 'Alvbane' giving the sword it's name.The sword also had some magic qualities and Sir olwen would instruct his Squire of how to use and Melora was told she must practise with her sword every day, but not only as a normal sword, but also in a much more intimate way. Sir Olwen gave his squire a twisted smile and then proceeded to start his instructions. The sword wasn't a relic, it was something he had taken from the wall of an enemy keep during some war when he was younger. The magic qualities wasn't ancient, he had paid to have the longsword enchanted with the simple spells Pleasure and Sweetbliss. But he would never tell Melora this, having her belive that her sword was special and ancient, a relic of the order. And so, with the rest of his houshold watching while disguised as knights of the order he had invented he had Melora 'practise' with her sword until she came, not once, but three times. He then ended the ceremony by having her swear the oaths again, this time holding her sword with the somewhat slick handle between her breasts. She again had to swear three times before she was allowed to rise, initiated into the order and becoming it's first and only squire.

Sir Olwen kept training Melora for some time and every day she had to practise with her sword in front of him. He never touched her himself, he no longer had the ability, but had the staff of his household to practise with her as her sparring partners, and also practise with her in bed. She was so indoctrinated that she never once questioned any of this, really believing everything the twisted and also quite evil old knight taught her and told her. She became his puppet and he could train and form her desires. She was to never shy away from danger, her fear transforming into arousal. She developed into being unable to say no to a challenge of any kind, and she was seldom allowed to win. With a few exceptions, her sword would never be wagered in any challenge, she was not allowed to allow herself to loose it. Melora trained hard, her instructors made sure she was exhausted each day and she had never any troubles of falling asleep. Especially when she had practised with her sword 'Alvbane' as if the sword itself was weakening her when she used it or even held it. Then one day the twisted knight was finally struck by age and was too weak to leave his bed. Sir Olwen knew he had little time left to live so he summoned his household together with his personal healer, once more the household staff was dressed up like knights and then had Melora brought to him. From his bed he could see what a beauty she had became, something rare and looking so delicate and even vulnerable. And he did like that a lot. It seemed that Melora couldn't help looking sweet and cute, even when she tried to look menacing, or angry. She thought she had been trained to be a 'knight of the order of Priapos' when she really had been trained to be bait and prey. Sir Olwen told her that her training to become a knight was finished, that there was just one more step before she could be knighted. She had to make one more sacrifice. She had to sacrifice her voice, her beautiful singing voice. If she didn't she wouldn't be worthy of being knighted and becoming a knight of the order of Priapos. Melora was silent for some time, she had been trained for this, all her life she had been preparing for this and closing her eyes she noded and then told them she consented to this, her desire to be a knight was that strong. Sir olwen's healer ahd been given much gold to actually do this crime to the beautiful elven and with his curved knife, he slit Melora's throat over her voicechords, damageing them before healing her with magic so she wouldn't die from bleeding out. But when he healed her voicechords, he made sure they set wrongly and doing this ensured she would never be able to speak louder than in whispers. She would never be able to cry out for help, She would never be able to sing again. Sir Olwen watched this and felt his weak heart beat unevenly as he was really enjoying this, to see what she had become, to know that she was twisted and damaged beyond repair. His only regret was that he know he would not be around to see her being abused and humiliated. Straightening up, Sir Olwen rose from his bed, for what would be the last time in his life. Melora was kneeling on the floor, covered with her own blood as she was told to hand over her sword to her master and she did. She then felt the old but still sharp and sturdy blade touch her shoulders, then the tip of the sword touched her breasts, and finally Sir Olven planted the tip of the blade at her vulnerable sex. He never hurted her though, just let her feel the cold steel against her most sacred parts. She felt no fear, the danger just made her feel excited and it showed in her eyes, and in the delightful ways her body reacted. Her sword was then returned to her so she could kiss the pommel and Sir Olwen told her she was now a knight of the order of Priapos, the order of the phallus, and also she was keeper of the holy relic, her sword. Sir Olwen was helped back into bed, while the household staff was trying to keep his dignity. Melora was told to stand at the side of the bed and while he was watching her, his creation, the twisted knight draw his last breath.

As Sir Olwen's son returned to the keep after many years being away and making a life of his own, keeping well away out of his Father's reach, he didn't really know what to do with the beautiful elven knight who refused to cover up. She certainly had a beautiful body and equisite face, in fact she seemed to be a work of art. But she was clearly out of her mind, claiming she was a knight of an order he had never heard of. And his wife was not at all amused that the elven woman walked around practically nude, setting a very bad example for their young ones. So to restore some order and peace to his familly, he as the sole heir to Sir Olwen thanked Melora for her services and released her from her duties at the keep and sent her away without nothing more than her armor and weapons, a cloak and a horse and never saw her again.

Melora was finally free, but at the same time, she would never be really free as she was oath bound to keep to the codes of conduct as a knight of the order of Priapos. She knew in her heart that she would do her best to live up to the standards of the order, to make them proud of her. She rode away, not knowing as nobody ever told her that she also was the first, and only knight of that order. The order that only existed in the sick and twisted mind of Sir Olwen. Melora rode away to find adventures of her own, and she travelled far, having heard of the lands of Emperor Stormbringer. She thought that there would be needs of a knight like her there and eventually she made her way to the town of Nanthalion, finding an inn just outside the town. To Melora, that seemed like a good place to start in such a peaceful and safe place.

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