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7/19/2025, 7:12:49 PM
You send the captives back to Brightsprings with Martin and the 4th Company.
Martin leads the procession upon a pale horse, the same sort of lesser variant that you bestowed upon Detlev for the operation to seize this village. The women have to proceed on foot, while the children ride along in a mule-drawn cart with that mannish revenant woman Martin took to bed last night. Fourteen fighting revenants is not so much less than fifteen that you'd begrudge a capable second in command a warm and affectionate adjutant.
Besides, her presence keeps the children in the wagon calm. They all chirp something or other about her being their big sister, and while she doesn't have enough personality to speak anymore, she kept enough of her old self to provide them with the requisite number of headpats and hair tussles.
As amusing as it is to see the traitor women piss themselves in fright, surrounded by the fearsome bone boys of the 4th Company, you want to make sure the kids aren't frightened.
Protecting the smiles of children is not why you signed up to be a Dreadknight, but crying kids are both annoying and would make you feel bad in your triumph.
Only one of the traitors doesn't go with the procession. You smirk at young Ragnar's choice of housekeeper and nothing more. A fluffy eared wolfkin woman about his age who looks very fetching in the maid outfit and bright red leather collar than she now wears. Especially with how her bosom stretches the fabric to its limits, her generous endowments each easily the size of her head - if not larger. Her blue-black hair is perhaps a bit wild, and her brown eyes seem possessed with constant worry, though in your opinion that simply accentuates her natural charm.
"Oh my," you tell him. "Miss Erin's going to be jealous, isn't she?"
"I didn't buy her for that," Ragnar sounds offended as he hands you the agreed upon price. A thousand silver denarii is a steal for such a beautiful slavegirl. In the pits, to the right buyer, she could go for twice that much, perhaps even ten times to a rich client who wanted to touch fluffy tail. Giving men power over beautiful women is always a good reward for loyalty, and Ragnar has shown that - and the courage to speak up with he disagrees, a skill even more rare. "She's an old friend, and I'm only doing this to protect her from the consequences of her parents' foolishness."
"Is that right...?" you tease, eying the young woman. A wolfkin overflowing with youthful vigor. She withers under your gaze... and blushes whenever her eyes find Ragnar. You'll give him until her first heat cycle before the two of them are going at it like rabbits. Mercy unto Ragnar, that Miss Erin was strong enough in her beliefs in the Divider Lords' teachings to condemn the rebels and be punished for it. "Well, I'll leave you to your estate. Make sure to work with to Headman Fionn... and do inform me if he gets up to any youthful foolishness?"
Martin leads the procession upon a pale horse, the same sort of lesser variant that you bestowed upon Detlev for the operation to seize this village. The women have to proceed on foot, while the children ride along in a mule-drawn cart with that mannish revenant woman Martin took to bed last night. Fourteen fighting revenants is not so much less than fifteen that you'd begrudge a capable second in command a warm and affectionate adjutant.
Besides, her presence keeps the children in the wagon calm. They all chirp something or other about her being their big sister, and while she doesn't have enough personality to speak anymore, she kept enough of her old self to provide them with the requisite number of headpats and hair tussles.
As amusing as it is to see the traitor women piss themselves in fright, surrounded by the fearsome bone boys of the 4th Company, you want to make sure the kids aren't frightened.
Protecting the smiles of children is not why you signed up to be a Dreadknight, but crying kids are both annoying and would make you feel bad in your triumph.
Only one of the traitors doesn't go with the procession. You smirk at young Ragnar's choice of housekeeper and nothing more. A fluffy eared wolfkin woman about his age who looks very fetching in the maid outfit and bright red leather collar than she now wears. Especially with how her bosom stretches the fabric to its limits, her generous endowments each easily the size of her head - if not larger. Her blue-black hair is perhaps a bit wild, and her brown eyes seem possessed with constant worry, though in your opinion that simply accentuates her natural charm.
"Oh my," you tell him. "Miss Erin's going to be jealous, isn't she?"
"I didn't buy her for that," Ragnar sounds offended as he hands you the agreed upon price. A thousand silver denarii is a steal for such a beautiful slavegirl. In the pits, to the right buyer, she could go for twice that much, perhaps even ten times to a rich client who wanted to touch fluffy tail. Giving men power over beautiful women is always a good reward for loyalty, and Ragnar has shown that - and the courage to speak up with he disagrees, a skill even more rare. "She's an old friend, and I'm only doing this to protect her from the consequences of her parents' foolishness."
"Is that right...?" you tease, eying the young woman. A wolfkin overflowing with youthful vigor. She withers under your gaze... and blushes whenever her eyes find Ragnar. You'll give him until her first heat cycle before the two of them are going at it like rabbits. Mercy unto Ragnar, that Miss Erin was strong enough in her beliefs in the Divider Lords' teachings to condemn the rebels and be punished for it. "Well, I'll leave you to your estate. Make sure to work with to Headman Fionn... and do inform me if he gets up to any youthful foolishness?"
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