📱 FAENET LIVE — 2 DAYS TO GO
#TrialOfThePentacle
#SurviveOrDieTrying
#TeamRhiannan
#MoStabbedSomeoneAgain
🔥 Trending Post by 👤@ShadowBabe666:
If I make it through this maze, I'm proposing to the Goddess at the finish line. Don't care if she's got six men. I'm better.
Comment from 👤@FaeBloodlinePurity:
💬If you die in the maze, can we loot your corpse? Asking for a friend.
Post from 👤@IronSkull37:
Just registered. Got my sword, my smarts, and my fire resistant briefs. LET'S FUCKING GO.
The castle's courtyard was packed tighter than a troll's armpit in the middle of flame season. Tents spread for miles, food vendors shouted in every language, and the air practically vibrated with magic and adrenaline.
Over 10,000 had registered.
Two days to go.
Two days until the first official Sentry Trial.
🎥 Rhiannan's Broadcast
Rhiannan sat beside her five mates on a raised dais, Mo perched on the table with a faeberry smoothie and sunglasses too big for his baby monkey face.
She looked radiant. Firelight kissed her cheeks. Her eyes sparkled like war itself.
"Two days, people. You ready?" she said, voice amplified to every corner of the castle and live across Faenet.
Kaleb flexed unnecessarily. Arwen winked. Sable muttered "You're all going to die."
Mo burped and added, "Let's see who screams first."
A glowing countdown clock now shimmered across Rhiannan's Faenet profile:
1 Day, 23 Hours, 12 Minutes.
Registration was going too smoothly.
That's when Veyla, a red scaled female dragon and notorious ex of the twins, appeared, looking like a whole damn problem in leather armor.
She strolled up to Gailia and hissed right in her face.
"You stole what was mine,"
and lunged, blade shimmering with poison aimed straight for Gailia's throat.
Screams erupted.
Gailia ducked. A blink of silver, and three magical creatures (a fox wolf, a glowing badger, and a fucking unicorn) launched at Veyla with teeth, hooves, and growls.
But the finishing move?
"Bitch, don't try my family,"
Mo said, and stabbed Veyla in the neck with a sharpened chicken leg bone.
Blood. Screaming. More snacks.
Gailia, shaken but alive, wiped the sweat from her brow.
"We really need better vetting." She grumbled angrily, her twins holding her tightly.
Post from👤 @WarlockDaddy420:
MO STABBED A DRAGON WITH A CHICKEN LEG. I'M FUCKING DONE 💀💀💀
Comment from 👤@SwordSlut:
💬I was in line. I saw the bone go in. I now follow Mo.
👤@OfficialRhiannan
Everyone stay safe, register with my girls, don't get murdered in the process. I'll see you in the arena. 💋
Rhiannan walked Gailia inside afterward, arm draped over her shoulder.
"They're gonna try us from all angles," she said. "Let 'em come. We've got magic, weapons, and one pissed off monkey with unlimited snack access."
The crowd?
Still growing.
The energy?
Pure chaos.
And somewhere deep in the hedges…The maze waited.
🔥 FAENET — 12 Hours to Trial
Post by👤 @TrialWhore:
I named my sword "Rhiannan's Mercy" because that's the only way I'm getting out alive 😩🗡️
Comment from 👤@BitchYouThought:
💬More like Rhiannan's Rejection 💀 Good luck fam.
Post by👤 @CursedWithHotness:
If Mo isn't at the starting line giving pep talks with a cigar in one hand and a flask in the other I don't want it.
👤@OfficialMo (Verified):
I'm showing up with a chicken bone and judgment. Bring snacks or die.
Post by👤 @FoxholeFae:
CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW GAILIA'S DRAGON MATES ENTERED?! SHE'S GOING TO MURDER SOMEBODY IF THEY GET HURT 😭🔥 #LetThemLive #DragonDaddyDrama
Gailia paced the stone hallway like a pissed off cat in heat, her golden curls bouncing with every sharp turn.
"They entered. THE FUCKING DRAGON TWINS ENTERED."
Rhiannan sipped her honeywine, lounging like chaos incarnate on the plush couch.
"They're elite trained, fire-
breathing, war born dragons. They'll be fine." She comforted.
"Fine?! They pick fights with trees for fun, Rhiannan." Gailia snorted and stomped her foot.
"Sounds like they'll thrive in the maze." Rhiannan snarked back.
"I swear to the stars if that hedge lays a leaf on them, I'm going to burn it down." Gailia stormed.
Mo popped his head in, chewing something suspiciously glowing.
"I bet ten gold Gailia burns the maze before the trial even starts."
"Make it twenty and I'll light the match," Rhiannan said.
Gailia groaned and slumped beside Rhiannan, her head falling to her best friend's shoulder.
"They're my everything. If they die, I'm resurrecting them just to kill them again."
Rhiannan kissed her temple gently.
"We'll watch closely. If anything breathes wrong in that maze, I'll smite it myself."
As chaos raged outside, people throwing up from nerves, others trying to screw for "luck" ... And Rhiannan grabbed Arwen by the collar and dragged him down the corridor.
"You owe me alone time, pirate."
He growled low, magic crackling around him already.
They slammed into her chambers. As soon as the door shut, she spun and shoved him against it.
"Strip. Now."
His eyes darkened to storm black. "Yes, captain."
He peeled off his shirt, his muscled chest gleaming in the low light. Pants dropped. His cock stood hard and proud.
Rhiannan dropped to her knees, wrapping her lips around him, sucking him down until he hissed.
"You're mine tonight," she murmured.
"Aye," he groaned. "Use me."
When she stood again, she turned and bent over the bed.
"Captain's orders. Fuck me until I forget the war."
He slammed into her, hard, fast, unrelenting. The room filled with the slick, obscene sounds of wet skin meeting skin, the creak of the bed, the curse of a goddess as she shattered beneath him.
He flipped her and devoured her pussy like a meal blessed by the stars. Fingers plunged deep as his tongue worked her over until she came again, screaming his name.
"More," she whispered.
He gave it to her. Again. And again.
Outside, the magical maze pulsed with menace. Inside, Rhiannan laid curled against her pirate, aching and satisfied.
"I needed that," she whispered.
"They'll all need prayer," he replied.
She smirked.
"Good thing they've got a goddess."