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Tentacle raped, inflated, and popped on 12Dec2013 by an ochre_jelly in Motel 3!
Chadra's watch came to an abrupt end when a witch in service to the Lord of the Underworld summoned an ochre jelly into the valley. Investigating the disturbance, thinking it was an animal, Chadra was ambushed by the slime and overwhelmed. Her sword proved ineffective at doing anything other then creating more oozes for her to deal with and in the grapple, she fell into the Fountain itself.
Overwhelmed, Chadra was stripped of her armor and raped in all three holes as the witch watched on through a crystal ball. After Chadra orgasmed several times, the jelly began to enter her body, swelling her gut up like a balloon. The witch, having gotten herself off at Chadra's plight, attempted to gloat from the edge of the Fountain, but realized only too late that she had lost control of the summoned creature and was dragged in to share the Guardian's fate. Both women were over-inflated until they burst, tainting the pool and releasing the hordes of the Underworld on the land of the living, ushering in an era of darkness upon the world.
But still, hope remains. Chadra's sacred armor sits at the bottom of the pool and her holy sword has been secreted away where it can't be used against the Lord of the Underworld, whom fears it. Chadra's spirit is tied to the now tainted Fountain itself, standing in lonely vigil and waiting for a brave young maiden to claim her armor, defeat the Lord of the Underworld, and set her soul free for it's final rest.
There is a sacred fountain, secreted in a cleft, high in the mountains. It is said that the waters of this pure spring flow because of a covenant between man and the Gods. So long as the waters remain undespoiled, the gates to the Land of the Dead will remain shut and the Lord of the Underworld will be unable to touch the world. It is said that the Fountain rests in a small valley where spring is always in blossom, despite the cold snows that cover the mountains all year round. But it is also said that the Fountain is a myth, a thing of fanciful legend of more ignorant times past.
But the Fountain is no myth and is quite real.
The Fountain's remote location has done well to protect it from those that would see the unquiet shades stalk the land for whatever insane reason. None have stumbled upon it in generations and it's location is long lost to all but a select few that would protect its secrets for the good of the world. But the Fountain is not protected by secrecy alone, for there is a guardian that stands in vigil over the sacred sight, chosen for strength of arm, grace of movement, and cleverness of mind.
Chadra Osrin is the one hundred and twenth Guardian to stand vigil in defense of the Fountain. But it isn't much of a defesce, really. No one has accidentally stumbled upon the Fountain's location in generations, only the Order knows of it's actual location, and there are few left that believe that the Lord of the Underworld is real, let alone the Fountain that keeps him locked away. And so Chadra lives a quiet life among the ever-flowering blossoms, where things are idyllic and boring as hell.
And so the Guardian passes her days training with her sword, patrolling the grounds, admiring the vistas for the nth time, and fretting that she's wasting her youth doing nothing of particular value to anyone. Chadra is no less dedicated then any of the Fountain's prior Guardians, she just wonders if she's really doing any good, and if her life could be better spent, say, falling in love, getting married, and having a family. Or adventuring, that'd be good too. But these are just fits of fancy from a young woman trapped underneath a heavy burden... Chadra has no intentions of ever abandoning her post. Her imaginative flights of whimsy are just mental exercises to whittle away the time. There isn't much to do up in the mountains.
Chadra is armed with a sword of blessed steel, said to have been quenched in the waters of the very Fountain that she protects. Her armor is not just a collection of ornate ceremonial pieces, they are quite functional. Chadra has been training all her life to take up Guardianship and has nothing but time on her hands to hone her swordsmanship, but for all her training and practice she has no actual experience in a real battle. It remains to be seen how she will react if she ever must draw her steel for real. Hopefully, she will acquit herself with valor...
...because the fate of the world may one day reside upon her slender shoulders.