Voluptus Ludum

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“Emily Ralia is the winner!” Announced the referee. Cheers erupted around Emily as her picture was displayed on the big screen, with the words Victor beneath it. She gathered her cards and smiled at her opponent who returned the expression, despite losing the match. It was the national tournament for the card game Voluptus Ludum. The game was introduced five years ago and took the world by storm.

With a deck of fifty cards each player uses the creatures and equipment contained within it to destroy the opponents’. The creatures have set power levels, ranging from the tens of thousands, to mere hundreds, most have special abilities, these vary from the power level, the lower the level the more powerful the ability is, and vice versa. Players also have equipment that can power up, or protect the creature. Each player has a set count of ten damage, each time a player’s creature is destroyed the count goes down by one, unless there is a special ability in play at the time. When the count reached zero the opponent loses.

There were many types of creatures. Humans, dragons, demons, plant-life, animals, various mythical beings, and machinery. Most decks stayed to one type, this lets the player use more powerful combos, as type oriented combinations were usually more powerful than variety based ones. The creatures have no requirement to summon to the field, though some did, as they had either special abilities more powerful than most, or a power level far exceeding the rest. Each field has three creature slots, below these were two equipment slots, players can replace equipment, and/or the creature for a more powerful one. Powers weren’t measured by the power level, but by the number of skulls in the bottom left hand corner, the higher the number the greater the creature, however creatures with a skull count of six or higher could only be played after the player is reduced to a damage count of four. There are however, various equipment that can be substituted for damage.

In theory it sounds fairly simple, however there were so many combinations, so many specifications, and so many cards; in the five years since its debut, Voluptus Ludum, VL for short, has produced over ten thousand different cards, possibly in the twenty thousands, making collecting them all extraordinarily difficult. Millions upon millions played the game, the age ranging from elementary school to working adults, somehow the game drew in such a variety of people, even two with complete opposite personalities may play the game. It was a game that united so many.

Players of differing skills entered tournaments, though most were extraordinarily powerful. The game has special deck holders that bond with the user, adjusting to their styles of play and even assisting them in a way, essentially the more one played the game the more powerful a player they would become. In her home town of Legacy, Florida she was the greatest player, and had won a regional tournament to attend the nationals, where she had once again achieved victory. The result wasn’t what mattered to her however, all that concerned her was enjoying it and making new friends, as this was the game to her, a way to make friends and simply enjoy the game. She had met some who were serious minded and even through fits upon losing, though those were younger, maybe thirteen at the oldest. Emily could understand why they took it so seriously, after all the prize for nationals was a cash prize of a hundred thousand dollars. Such was the influence of the game.

After her victory Emily was invited to the ”after party”. She had declined this, knowing it too be a slightly more glamorous version of a tournament, and had left, carrying a suitcase filled with her prize. Emily was twenty one years, and wasn’t employed. The country’s lack of available jobs was partly to blame, but she had played in dozens of tournaments, and winning each one, this served as her living expenses, and thanks to this massive victory she was set for months. The nationals was held in Los Angeles, where the game was surprisingly prominent, and where dozens of smaller tournaments were held. For these reasons she had moved here.

She lived in a large apartment complex with several others, many of which had children also playing the game. Emily got on well with children, having a rather childish personality herself, though this seemed to shift in a game, which she almost treated as life or death, never holding back, while also having fun, though this led her to desire stronger opponents, greater challenges. Upon entering her apartment, the size of a small home, only one floor, she saw an envelope sealed with crimson wax, sitting on her kitchen counter, as though waiting for her to arrive. Placing her suitcase of cash on the couch she picked it up, studying it. There was no address, only her name. Shrugging, she unsealed it and lifted the letter from within.

”Dear Miss Ralia.

For your victory at the national tournament of America, you have been invited to a championship unlike istanbul escort any other. Only the best of the best have been selected to receive this invitation. If you wish to accept please simply write ‘Yes’ and we will send a representative to brief you on the details. If you decline simply write ‘No’ and we will understand. The prize for victory of this tournament is your wildest dreams come true.

We eagerly await your reply,

Sincerely, Sors Nepellus.”

She was naturally curious, if a little suspicious. She had only won the tournament today, and for this to be here, meant that someone had broken in, yet there was no sign of forced entry, or even any form of entry at all. Her brow furrowed in confusion, but put it down to a prank and wrote ‘yes’. A sudden gust of wind caused her to blink, and when she opened her eyes the letter was gone, no envelope, nothing. Maybe I’m going crazy, she thought to herself and sat down on the couch. Now that the tournament was over her day was pretty much laying about, watching T.V, going over different strategies, and eating. With no boyfriend she was often alone, but sadly she’d never been interested in relationships, because of this disinterest she was still a virgin, but she was no stranger to sex, having a collection of sex toys to rival her cards. Thanks to these she was only a technical virgin, having torn her hymen with a dildo long ago.

All of a sudden she felt tired. As if she had been running around the entire day, rather than sitting at an assortment of tables playing a card game. Her eyelids felt like they had weights attached, making it near impossible to keep them open. Her body felt perfectly relaxed, like the kind of feeling when you’re completely at peace and content. Slowly her mind faded to the unconscious world where dreams were reality.

Emily woke with a start. She looked around, her sight slightly blurred due to her sleep, but could make out about a dozen silhouettes. As her body woke up she began to hear voices, some frantic, others calm, but with an underlying fear that came with an unknown situation. As she sat up, she realised she was on a bed fit for a princess, with what felt like silk covers, and pillows so fluffy they might have been clouds for all she cared, there were drapes that created the silhouettes, though there didn’t seem to be anything holding them up. The voices became clearer allowing her to pick out various words.

“… fell asleep…”

“Woke up… what’s going on?”

“I want… go home…” After a few minutes the voices died down and Emily completely awoke from her slumber.

Pulling back the drapes she gasped. All around were clouds, each one unique in its own way. Then she received the greatest shock of all; there was no floor. In a moment of mad panic she fell backward on the bed, trying to stay in the safest place possible. To her right she heard a snicker and then the drapes were pulled back to reveal an unknown face.

“You don’t have to worry about falling. There’s an invisible floor… that sounds crazy I know, but look!” The person, a woman, said and stepped back, displaying the fact. Emily crawled the edge and looked on as eleven people all walked above the clouds, some were still looking down wearily, as though expecting the floor to give out and let them drop ten thousand feet to the earth below. Now that the fright had passed she stepped onto the floor.

It was a strange experience. It was firm, yet yielding, no doubt adding to the fear of falling, it felt to Emily how she had, as a child, imagined it would feel to walk on the clouds. Tentatively stepping forward she looked around, seeing eleven other beds similar to hers, along with an equal amounts of unknown faces, though the first thing she noted was the lack of men present, all were women, and the next was that everyone there were either cute, or outright beautiful.

“My name’s Rebecca by the way.” The woman introduced herself, with Emily now noting the British accent. As Emily appraised her, she was amazed. The woman, Rebecca, was about five foot eleven, with full lips, high cheekbones, large child like ocean blue eyes. She had a slender figure, with 32B breasts, her belly shirt showed her taut abdomen with pride, and her tight jeans hugged her curvaceous thighs and rear. Her skin was light, though lightly tanned, with a wave of chestnut brown hair running down her back.

“Emily.” She said and extended her hand. Rebecca took it enthusiastically, surprising Emily with her enthusiasm and the softness of her skin.

“I know, you won the American Nationals for Voluptus Ludum right?”

“Yeah… how did you know, it was only yesterday.” She said suspicious of this and took her hand back.

“I was in the crowd. The British Nationals ended a few days before yours began so I was able to go there and check the western players.” She explained, allowing Emily to breathe a sigh of relief. She wasn’t a danger.

“So you also play the game?” She asked sitting back escort bayan on the bed, feeling safest there.

“Yeah, seems like everyone here does.” Rebecca stated, glancing around at the others. Many were standing in small groups of two or three, but one sat alone, looking down at her deck, or maybe the clouds below her posterior.

“How long have you been awake here?” She asked, noting how she seemed to know most of the people there.

“About twelve hours. Would you like to meet everyone? It really helps take your mind off things.” Emily looked up and nodded, thankful for the opportunity to distract herself from the strange situation. Rebecca led the way, with Emily studying the scenery, even smiling when she saw a bird fly past. They came to a stop before a pair who were comparing strategies.

“Hey girls, this is Emily, the newest newcomer, if that makes sense.” Rebecca introduced her.

“Hi Emily,” She noted the slight Romanian accent, “My name’s Alexandra, and this is Bell.”

“Hi.” She said shyly and turned away. She had a Finnish accent.

Both were polar opposites in appearances. Alexandra looked about five foot eight, with Bell looking five foot four, both had a small amount of baby fat remaining, though neither looked under eighteen. Alexandra was slim, though that seemed at odds with her large bust, estimated to be 32C, which was hugged tight by her dark pink blouse, her slim waist expanded gracefully into curvy thighs and buxom rump. Bell was the exact opposite, if it weren’t for her refined look and the intelligent look in her eyes, one would assume she was barely a teenager. She looked thin, not anorexic, just not as well fed as her friend, this showed in her bust, small but proud her 28B breasts weren’t on full display, but she didn’t seem shy about them either. Her waist was about 24” with a 26” hips, and long, albeit rather skinny legs. Their eyes were the same strange pink, though it was dull, and with the platinum blonde hair, Alexandra’s long, while Bell’s was cut short, they looked like sisters.

“Um, excuse me, but are you two sisters?” Emily asked out of curiosity.

“Yes. Twins actually.” Alexandra said and smiled warmly at her twin. Emily was surprised, she had thought that Alexandra was the older sibling while Bell was a great deal younger.

“Oh. You both look so different yet so similar.” She mused aloud to herself before Rebecca pulled her off to meet another group.

They were headed for a group of four. All wore leather jackets, leather pants, and black combat boots, all looked like bikers. Three had their backs turned, but one was facing Emily and she could make out the lip, nose, and eyebrow piercing amongst the long black hair. Emily assumed her to be Asian since she had ghostly skin and jet black hair, though that could just be a stereotype that media had jammed into her head.

“What’s up?” Rebecca greeted them openly. She didn’t seem intimidated by the gruff exterior, though she soon realised why. They all turned with warm smiles illuminating their faces, despite the piercings, and black biker gear, their faces were warm, albeit vampiric in their complexions.

“Yo, Rebecca.” Emily was right, the first girl was Asian, easily recognising the accent when she greeted her friend. The others looked like they came from a Japanese heritage, but didn’t quite pale enough, nor was their hair as dark.

“This is Yuki, Alice, Claire, and Alannah.” Rebecca introduced them.

“Hi.” Alice said, with a hint of a German accent.

“‘sup?” Claire greeted with a strong French accent (I will not write it as such, since that would be annoying and I really don’t care).

“Good to meet ya.” Alannah said, she sounded either Scottish or Irish. Emily nodded and studied them all once again.

Yuki was fairly tall, standing at about six foot two. Her skin was free of any and all acne, and seemed smooth as silk. She was well fed, with a slightly chubby appearance that worked with her height, making her seem cute despite her size, her breasts reaped the benefit of the extra fat, looking around 33D, and it was obvious she wore no bra, though even then they barely sagged, somehow defying gravity. Her waist appeared about 30” and her hips flared at 36”, tapering into luscious thighs and long legs. Her lips were painted black, and her thick lashes shrouded her dark eyes, giving the overall appearance of a vampire.

Alice looked powerful. Her German side giving her a well toned muscular look, with strong arms and legs, but with shapely thighs, a taut stomach, and firm 32D breasts. Emily estimated her measurements to be 32D-32-34. Her skin was the darkest of the four, making her black clothes stand out less, though it highlighted her silver hair. She was about five foot eleven, standing a few inches below Yuki, though she was still just above the others. Emily glanced over them briefly and estimated Claire to be five foot nine and Alannah to be five foot ten.

Like the others they wore Maltepe escort black leather jackets and pants. Claire had black hair, though the tips were dyed a striking blue, and it fell like a curtain around her face, highlighting her pale features and darkening her otherwise bright green eyes. Emily noticed that she had little make-up on, leaving her lips bare and her other facial features free of any product, despite this she didn’t seem to have a single sign of ever having acne. Her measurements appeared to be 32C-26-32, also with curvaceous thighs.

Alannah was the only one among the four to have any visible imperfections, and they were minor to say the least. At the roots of her black hair you could see vibrant red beginning to grow, proving her hair is dyed. Across her face were dozens of freckles, that didn’t seem to hinder her appearance, rather they enhanced it, giving her a cute tomboy look. Her skin was the second darkest of the four, making it harder to spot the freckles. Despite this slight imperfection she was the most endowed woman Emily had ever met with an astounding measurements of 34DD-26-36, with a shapely set of thighs and elegant legs. Upon completing her assessment of the four Emily smiled and asked.

“Do you play Voluptus Ludum as well?” They all nodded. The pattern seemed obvious; only those who played the card game were here, though that had yet to be proven.

After chatting for a bit and showing each other their decks, talking about which type was the best, Rebecca led Emily away to a group of three. They didn’t notice them approaching talking with each other in hush voices, though they seemed to be focused on the conversation.

“Girls,” They jumped slightly and turned to greet the two, “This is Emily.”

“Hi Emily,” She breathed a sigh of relief hearing someone hear without an accent, though she did have a slight southern drawl, “My name’s Karen.” She extended her small hand, which Emily shook with a friendly smile.

“Selene.” Another introduced herself, also extended her hand for Emily to shake.

“Rachelle.” Like the others she put her hand out for her to shake.

“And we’re…” Karen began.

“Sisters!” They all announced in unison. Emily didn’t know what to say, except that it seemed pretty obvious. They all had the same petite frame, the same eyes, similar voices, and the same hair. Even the complexions were the same, a dark ivory. They were all adorable.

Each had a face like a child’s and even sounded like one. This combined with their size gave the impression that they were twelve, maybe thirteen. None had any bust to speak of, and their hips had little, if any, flare to them, though their waists were slim, about 24”.

“How are you three?” Emily asked out of curiosity.

“We’re triplets and we’re each eighteen.” Rachelle announced. Emily was take aback by this.

“Just so you know, everyone here is eighteen or over, despite appearances.” Rebecca told her.

“But they look twelve. No offence.” She added.

“None taken.” Selene, who seemed the most mature, assured her.

“The girl over there is Yami. There’s no point in trying to talk to her; all she’s told us is her name.” Rebecca told Emily. She looked over at the girl. She, among the several groups that seemed to have their own look, was the only one who didn’t seem to belong. Her hair was long, falling beyond her waist, with multiple colours streaking through it, creating a rainbow in the black wave. She looked five foot eight, with measurements of about 32B-26-32. Emily couldn’t see her face clearly, because she was looking down at her deck, but from what she could see her face was quite cute. Rounded cheeks, full lips, and large black lined eyes.

An hour passed with Emily rotating conversations with the different groups and Rebecca. She had tried to talk to Yami, but she’d barely glanced up at her, though her expression seemed to harden in Emily’s presence.

“Told you so.” Rebecca said smugly. Before Emily could formulate a retort the sky around them darkened and all conversation stopped. Everyone turned to look up, where an opening appeared in the skies. From the opening descended a humanoid shape, though it was so dark now no one could make out any distinguishing features. The person stopped about ten feet above them all.

“I am Sors Nepellus’ representative. I see you all answered ”yes” to her letter.” Everyone glanced about nervously at this, they too could feel the power that this person, or thing, seemed to radiate.

“I am sure you are all wondering why you are here, however that is something that must wait until later. For now I must inform you all of the rules of this little tournament.” The person looked around making sure everyone was listening.

“In this tournament there are special rules I will enforce: no. 1, you are not able to use your personal decks in the proceeding matches,” To this everyone started to yell, when a sudden bolt of lightning struck the ground, creating an earth-shattering sound, they turned silent, though the looks of outrage on their faces spoke loudly enough, “No. 2, you will use the decks I provide you. No. 3 the winner of each match receives the opponents deck.” Some people grumbled about this, but didn’t speak up.

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