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6/23/2025, 2:05:55 AM
Tiffany joins you in the master bedroom for the evening, which gets you thinking about the future.
For now, Tiff is the only trophy you intend to keep. You know a guy back in Beleth who would pay premium for a Material Born noblewoman, even if she's well and thoroughly used by now, so Lady Brightspring won't be joining your collection. That said, it's traditional for a Dreadknight sworn to the Ravager to have numerous conquests throughout their careers, and to keep some of them close at hand. Rapacious conduct is not just expected, but encouraged by that order, so long as it does not directly harm the interests of the Divider Lords and the Empire.
Eventually your collection will grow big enough that each trophy will need its own space in your stronghold. The Manor has plenty of rooms on the upper floors, so you won't run out of space to divvy out any time soon, but the thoughts still come to you as you lay there beside your deliciously pathetic prize. There's a clarity that your lance grants you, once its finished its work, and it leaves you thinking about such things.
The future of your collection. The expansion of your stronghold. The safety of the toys that you decide are yours alone. Those thoughts come unbidden and remind you to make use of the coin that you found earlier this morning.
Holding it to you mouth, you whisper the question: is there any more gunpowder cached away in the village?.
When you flip the coin, it comes up tails. You can rest a bit more easily now that you know the only building that might explode is the warehouse where the skeletons stored the barrels you found beneath the church. Though now that you're relaxed, it's hard to ignore the soft ball of putty sleeping next to you. Sleep doesn't come to you for a while longer yet. For Tiff... well, you learn that she's either a very heavy sleeper, or very good at pretending.
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Morning finds you in an exceptionally good mood. Besides doing this and that with Tiff for a bit before the two of you got out of bed, the skeletal maids drew a nice hot bath for the both of you to clean up. Dormandal joined the pair of you for breakfast - strawberries, cream, and waffles - though he only drank a glass of milk that mysteriously disappeared down his non-existent gullet. It's good for the bones, he said, without any further explanation. After talking through your plans for the day, he and Tiff went off to build some wards for the village while you finish up the desecration of the temple.
Which leads you to the present, where you've gathered up some maids and ventured down into the manor dungeon. The Lady Brightspring lies broken and bowlegged on a pile of filthy blankets. She reeks like a whorehouse and looks worse off than that time your mother stumbled home after she and Aunt Meredith worked a fraternity's graduation party. You new recruits sure have stamina!
For now, Tiff is the only trophy you intend to keep. You know a guy back in Beleth who would pay premium for a Material Born noblewoman, even if she's well and thoroughly used by now, so Lady Brightspring won't be joining your collection. That said, it's traditional for a Dreadknight sworn to the Ravager to have numerous conquests throughout their careers, and to keep some of them close at hand. Rapacious conduct is not just expected, but encouraged by that order, so long as it does not directly harm the interests of the Divider Lords and the Empire.
Eventually your collection will grow big enough that each trophy will need its own space in your stronghold. The Manor has plenty of rooms on the upper floors, so you won't run out of space to divvy out any time soon, but the thoughts still come to you as you lay there beside your deliciously pathetic prize. There's a clarity that your lance grants you, once its finished its work, and it leaves you thinking about such things.
The future of your collection. The expansion of your stronghold. The safety of the toys that you decide are yours alone. Those thoughts come unbidden and remind you to make use of the coin that you found earlier this morning.
Holding it to you mouth, you whisper the question: is there any more gunpowder cached away in the village?.
When you flip the coin, it comes up tails. You can rest a bit more easily now that you know the only building that might explode is the warehouse where the skeletons stored the barrels you found beneath the church. Though now that you're relaxed, it's hard to ignore the soft ball of putty sleeping next to you. Sleep doesn't come to you for a while longer yet. For Tiff... well, you learn that she's either a very heavy sleeper, or very good at pretending.
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Morning finds you in an exceptionally good mood. Besides doing this and that with Tiff for a bit before the two of you got out of bed, the skeletal maids drew a nice hot bath for the both of you to clean up. Dormandal joined the pair of you for breakfast - strawberries, cream, and waffles - though he only drank a glass of milk that mysteriously disappeared down his non-existent gullet. It's good for the bones, he said, without any further explanation. After talking through your plans for the day, he and Tiff went off to build some wards for the village while you finish up the desecration of the temple.
Which leads you to the present, where you've gathered up some maids and ventured down into the manor dungeon. The Lady Brightspring lies broken and bowlegged on a pile of filthy blankets. She reeks like a whorehouse and looks worse off than that time your mother stumbled home after she and Aunt Meredith worked a fraternity's graduation party. You new recruits sure have stamina!
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