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It worked wildly better than even he had anticipated. All the trees in a wide radius surrounding the inlet were cleared by the fourth night.
While this was going on, a scouting party, led by an eldar and some humans found a quarry. The stone was surprisingly durable and could be used for constructing more better defenses. However, it would take weeks for the walls to be set up and mined properly. They had to make do with wooden shelters for now.

His military force, the Stratholme Brigade was disembarked. While gavin was nominally in command of the force, he was unfamiliar with the way they fought. So he gave orders to his lieutenants to get the men into shape and fighting condition soon. For once he was happy that the eldar witches and the human ones were casting sorcery. They offered to help him build a base camp so that more of them could leave the ship. They demonstrated their use by flattening several uneven chunks of land and creating a smooth surface, large enough to build a city on.
While reckless to his attuned senses, Gavin was happy that they were expediting the process immensely. He didn't dirty his hands, and took on an increasingly passive role as the settlement began taking shape. His scorched earth policy worked rather well. The naval engineers on the ships were given their pick of the lumber to use for constructing the docks. The regular artisans and engineers were helped by increasing numbers of civilians who were now disembarking from the ships, a tad too fast for his liking. They needed to be put to use instead of being a drain on the resources.

Gavin had planned on letting them sit in the ships until the city was built but now it might be too late. So he did what a good soldier would do. He ordered the physically fit ones to work in the quarry in three hour shifts, harvesting the stone and processing it into blocks. Meanwhile the foraging parties were regularly coming up catches of the reptilian monsters.

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The oppressive southern sun beat down upon Annamaija's brow as she struggled to walk in the strange dress they had forced upon her. She could barely move her legs encompassed about as they were in in layers of petticoats, and the cobbles were uneven and treacherous.

Would that she could move slowly and step carefully, but she dared not linger here, not here on the great promenade that divided the city and lead to the emperors palace, as the citizens of Lismore looked on with scorn, and peppered her with jeers. She feared if she should wait too long, they would throw more than words at her.

Oh how she longed for the cool forests and beautiful fjords of her home, but it was not to be. She was sold now to the emperor of these southern monsters, a sacrifice to stem the river of blood that had flowed when the invaders came with their strange four legged beasts and iron skins. They had fought mightily, but they could not stand before them, as more of the iron-men arrived every day by the boat-full. Rather than see their people dead the King and his Jarls had bowed before the conquerors and begged mercy. Forced to pay tribute, and a tithe of their young men for the empires armies and labor camps, they grumbled into their beards, but knew they had no choice but to accept.
And then the true blow fell, as their conquerors demanded their children. Their sons to be trained as Iron warriors, "knights" in the their tongue, and their daughters as wives for the generals and hero's of the invasion. And Annamaija, Annamaija second born daughter of the king, they demanded be wed to their emperor, as his twelfth wife.

And now here she was, displayed like spoils, and utterly humiliated. you would think, she thought to herself, that the emperor would protect my dignity, if for no other reason that i am his", but he had not even opted to provide her a proper escort, leaving her instead in the fickle hands of the mob.

She had been told it was tradition for the vanquished foes of the empire to walk the promenade to come to stand before the emperor and do obeisance unto him, indeed her father had made this walk a year prior, but somehow she doubted that it had ever been done by a captive bride, nor that it need be walked alone. Clearly he did not care for her, he cared only for the humiliation taking her had inflicted on her father, and now sought to further degrade her and so twist the knife.

She heard the shout first, a hoarse cry from her left of “savage”, and then she heard the whistling and the splat as she saw the fruit sail in front of her face. The throw had gone wide and impacted the cobbles in front of her and too the left, but someone in the crowd had cast rubbish at her. There was silence for a few moments, as neither she nor the crowd moved, and then as if the damn had broken they began to shout epithets. She closed her eyes and braced herself for what would come next as she heard the whistling of a projectile cleaving through the air, but she never felt an impact.

As she stood there and waited she heard a semi-metallic thud, and when she cracked open her eyes she saw him. It was one of the iron men, he had interposed himself and his shield between her and the angry mob. As she took a moment to study him, and saw the crimson cloak round his shoulders she realized this was no mere iron-man, this was one of the ones her people called teurastaja “the butchers” with a full skin of iron, and cloak died the color of blood.

Annamaija recoiled, but stumbled on the uneven stones beneath her feet, and was forced to catch herself on the iron-man or fall. As she braced herself against him and rose to her feet her head hung and she closed her eyes. This was to be her lot in life now, to rely on the kindness of butchers.

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I'm writefagging in the cyberpunk thread. Will link but won't switch to here.

Thanks, could i get some feedback? what worked for you, what didn't, what was interesting etc. And would you like to see it continue?

not bad. I maybe would have liked something more imaginative in terms of world-building than 'king', 'jarls' and 'Emperor', but that's more a matter of personal taste

>lead to the emperors palace
shouldn't that be 'led'?

>cloak died the color of blood
dyed.

Thank you for the corrections. out of curiosity what sort of terms would you use instead of King, Jarl, and Emperor etc? I admit they aren't the most original terms, but i don't know that i can think of many alternatives.

Autarch, Archon, Revered Speaker, Son of Heaven, Great Khan, King of Kings, Voice of the Gods, Lord Protector, First Citizen, Hetman, Caliph, Archduke, Minister-Regent, Vizier-Regnant, Pasha, Bey, Beylarbey, Anointed One - the list is almost literally endless, take your pick.

For your story I would replace Emperor with Son of Heaven, Jarls with Highfathers, and king with Allfather, but that's largely just on a whim.

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They had lay the set of armor out on the bed.

Greer stood and looked at it from a distance, planted in the center of his new room where the fancy stuff couldn't touch him. The feeling he had wasn't exactly disgust but it was close. He owned cats in his youth and he thought that this must have been what they felt what they looked at water.

Gold inlays and dragons decorated the front. The helmet was narrow and buckled to the chest piece and the greeves looked like they couldn't be used for a good kick to the shins if he was seven feet tall and built like a giant.

The worst of it however had to be the cape. The fact that it had a cape at all was bad but the fact that it almost reached the back of his calves was a step too far.

What would happen Greers wondered if some clever little bastard ran it through with a spear? Yes, yes there was all that nonesese about honorable combat but Greer had made it thirty years past the day of his birth by assuming everyone was planning to stab him where his eyes were not looking.

He took a step closer, saw some new horrundesly posh detail he had missed at first and stopped. They were not actually going to make him wear that were they?

A knock from the door interrupted him.

"Sir?" A woman's voice said.

"I'm not decent." He said.

He was fully dressed but in Northern clothe. So from a certain point of view he guessed he wasn't exactly lying.

>My alarm just went off and I'm supposed to be working on something. I obviously know little about armor.

from a thread last night

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Rikugun-Shoi Fukui Aya leaned against the wall, exhausted and boiling in his bones.

"Spirits be damned..." Someone muttered below him. "How long are they gonna be at it?"

Aya took a bit to remember that Taisa Sayuri was trying to assault the bell tower. The irregular, staccato crashes and bangs of a chokepoint battle had long since faded to background noise.

"Fukui-sama. Shouldn't we be going in after them?" Sako(Aya remembered, dimly, he'd never given a family name) was nervously bouncing back and forth on his heels. He seemed to be the only man in the courtyard with the energy to stand. "It's not like they'll try attacking this way again."

"Taisa's orders, Sako. Not like he can stuff us in there, he's got little enough room to manuaver as is." He thought a bit more. Then he grinned nastily. "Besides-"

The double doors banged open. He launched himself to his feet, drawing his sword with a panicky speed.

Then he saw who he was drawing on.

"-SIR!" He re-sheathed the sword, bringing himself to attention. Behind him, armor clanked and clunked as his troops did likewise.
The Demon Samurai, Kashiko, walked through those doors with heavy footfalls. His right hand hung, seemingly unconcerned, though his left was brushing his katana's sheath. His honor guard scanned the compound from behind him with matchlocks.
Aya was acutely aware that he was glaring at him as the black armored samurai ground to a halt.

"Well." He grumbled, after stretching the pause out just long enough to make Aya sweat, "I trust you have an adequate explanation of why you attempted to draw your sword on me?"

"Sir!" Aya had to blink, multiple times, under the furnace heat of that glare. The sweat pooling over his eyes wasn't helping. "I mistook your entry for another Rebel assault, sir!"

"And you did not post sentries to forewarn of my arrival? Or, more to the point, to forewarn of more such assaults?"

(Forgot my name)

Aya nodded his head towards the stretch of wall beside the gate. Three bodies with the white masks laid dead-with arrows in their backs. "I did, but they kept getting shot dead. Sir, they've got an curst good archer-or several- up in that bell tower behind me. We'd have had it cleared before your arrival, but there's close to fifty of 'em barricaded on the ground floor."

"And so you stayed here as a rearguard while your betters moved to assault the bell tower." Despite the bite of the comment, the glare seemed to cool to a less infernal heat. His hand had stopped caressing his katana and now hung down over the sheath.

"I did, Sir. On Taisa Sayuri's orders." Seeing that the Samurai wasn't about to kill him today, he decided to press his luck just a bit. "We've not been idle, though. They tried to break out through this corridor, twice, back when they had a hundred fifty. We stopped them, both times."

The Samurai's reply was interrupted suddenly by a shout from the bell tower.
"FEAR NOT THE SHOGUN! STAND, MY BROTHERS!"

"Grandiose of them." Someone muttered behind him, as the unseen speaker launched into an unbelieveably cliched tirade. Aya had spun to face the belltower, which was facing most of his boys, so not them. Maybe one of the honor guards.

"...Lead me to the bell tower."

"Sir?" Aya looked over his shoulder, twisting his body around to do so.

"If they know no fear of the Shogunate,"The Samurai said, drumming on his katana's hilt, "they must be taught it. Understood?"

"....Yes." Aya conceded, thinking -oh shit!-. "Sir."

"Good. Now lead me to them."

"Sir!" Aya untwisted to face the tower again, and started walking up. "Soldiers, fall in!"

for some reason I am sure that those skellies are playing Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini

youtube.com/watch?v=w9lQuLRxsqs

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Greer wasn't made for ornate armor. If he was to be perfectly frank he wasn't really made for marching eithier. He tried it once and kicked the man next to him in chest for mouthing off at his mum.

"Sir." the voice at the door said again. "Her majesty is waiting sir."

Greer looked at the armor again and Caroline's face popped into his unbidden.

With a sigh he stripped off his shirt and went for the bed.

He dressed quickly, the armor strange but not as different as he thought it would be. He was out the door just as the servant was bracing to knock it down and well on his way down the stairs to the cathedral before the woman got up from the floor.

Greer was the princess's right hand man. Her closest guard, her confidant, but in this new city and
in his new armor he was trying to figure out exactly what that meant.

They had come to the city as conquerors. There was no diplomacy. No missionaries. Their forces had torn down the walls that surrounded the heathen capital and the slaughter that happened afterwards would follow Greer to his dying day.

His men were true believers. They were the princess's guard, she their lady, so they only went after the people who fought on. In a city under siege that seemed to be every old spindle and every child who picked up kitchen knives because they thought the men were coming for their mothers.

Greer liked to think he had avoided killing any but in a melee, swords swinging and shield ramming out and swiping side to side to catch blades anything could happen. A little boy could feel like a soldier who had just crouched down to get a shot in at his legs.

The world couldn't see him within the cathedral stairs but he reached up and squeezed the little tree emblem on his neck quickly anyways. He held on and tried to erase that last line from his head.

The princess was the one to stop it not Greer. She always was when her guard marched.

Down a worn cobblestone path, through a groove carved through the old forest, lay a tavern. It lay at the foot of a large valley, topped with an old tower atop a sheer cliff. A moment of respite from the forest’s dark winding roads, the clearing was the perfect spot for travellers to get hot food and a warm bed. The sun had since set, and a thick blanket of rain began to roll down the valley, as a lone rider approached. Lights and laughter seeped out of the pores of the inn, filling him with warmth as he approached. The door sighed as it opened, and drew the looks of a few of the patron’s attentions. There, in the doorway, stood a tall figure. His head brushed the top of the door frame, and his cloak barely came to his thighs. The removal of a cowl revealed a pale, worn face of a human. His eyes shimmered with green fire, as he scanned across the room, fixating people with his piercing gaze. Unbeknownst to him, The weapon on his side and the armour he wore drew the attention of several of the more colourful patrons, who silenty watched from afar.The barkeep was a colourful, jubilant dwarf, with rosy cheeks and a thick golden beard down to his chest. He kept the stools below the bar it’s self, to allow him to see eye to eye with his guests.
“Well hello there friend, not many a man would brave this ‘ard storm just to visit the Storm Oak inn! Now what are ya here for?” The barkeep inquired.
“These are troubling times good sir, whispers of the dead walking the wood, shrieking laughter cascading down the valley, and even hints of that old tower on the cliff filled with dancing lights and shadows, in the shape of devils. You need fear no longer however, for I am a holy man, a warrior of the sun, and have made it my mission to put an end to the evil that reigns here” The paladin answered smartly.

The Innkeeper’s face become dower, and afraid. “Well I don’t suppose you’ll ‘ave a talk with the two fine folk at over yonder table” He says, as he points to a small table to his left, with two figures seated there. “They’re set to go about and search the tower for themselves.”
“That sounds most agreeable, I’ll have one of the local brew as well, if you please?”
After the drink was paid, the paladin made his way over to the table, getting a better look at the two figures once they turned to him. On the left, a wide, gruff man with bulging muscles, and two tusks jutting out of his lower jaw. The firelight shone off his pale green skin, revealing his hard, weathered face.
“Huh, you must be a knight of the paladin order. I’m Grogren, from the township beyond the wood.”
“And I, am Andreous. Musician, sword fighter, bard.” The second figure chimed in, cutting the half orc off. Their long cascading blonde hair draped a pale, thin face. Their eyes twinkled like so many sapphires, with only the hint of pointed, pale ears protruding from their hair.
“Let’s skip the formalities here, I seek to find and smite whatever evil lay in that tower, and I was told you two can help. Is this true?” The paladin pressed.
“I lost my wife two weeks ago, in the night. I awoke to find my door open and the woods filled with the sound of laughter and her screams. By the time I got there, she was gone. There was nothing I could do. I seek vengeance for her death, for she was all I had.” Grogren stated, letting the words linger in the air.

“Isnt that all so very tragic? So juicy, full of passion and anger. I simply adore him! And I would love the chance to help my poor friend here find peace, it would make a lovely song.” The elf replied, their hand pressed lightly against Grogren, much to his annoyance. “Now what about you, you oh so brave knight, why do you come here? And don’t mention your “holy man” and “warrior of the sun” speak or I might puke.”
“Well, if it pleases you, this is my first mission as a newly knighted paladin, a test of my abilities.” The paladin huffed.
“Fortunate for you, there aren’t any prying eyes here. Otherwise, you would all be dead before the sun rose.” A voice hissed from the corner, shrouded by a black robe.
“And who might you be? Venture out from the shadows, if you’re so bold” The Paladin declared
“as you wish” The figure strode over, sitting on a chair that moved suddenly to them. Keeping them all in suspense, the figure slowly drew back their hood. His crimson flesh was smooth and supple, and their eyes glowed like embers. Protruding from his forehead was two sharp horns, and a sharp goatee trailed down his chin.
“Why should we waste our time with you, devil.” The paladin spat, his emerald eyes glowering at the tiefling.
“A man resides in that tower. Even now, he schemes and plots with powers far beyond his control. He was my teacher, but quickly I knew he was holding me back from true power, so I left. I know the way in, the winding halls, the black crypts. Let me make it clear, you need ME.”
“I can see the evil in your heart devil, make no mistake. You may be useful to us yet however.”

“Yet you state not your name knight. I purpose a deal. Your name for mine.”
“If you must, I am Tarkus of the Golden Order.”
“I am Mavius, scion of house Medar.” The half devil outstretched a bejewelled hand. “Now let’s be off, while the night is still young.”

The lone tower loomed above, moss and slime clinging to it’s outer walls. The wind howled as the party ventured forth. The entrance to the tower was a plain, uninteresting door. The lock was old, but still serviceable. With their deft fingers, the bard made quick work of the lock, swinging the door open.
“Just wait until you see my real powers.” Anderous smirked. The tower was a death trap, false walls, spiked pits, and magical traps littered the place. Only with the warlock and bard working in tandem was the party able to avoid the worst of the traps. Gorgen however, was worse for the wear. Having rushed ahead of the group, he fell victim to an arrow trap, and had an oozing chest wound for his troubles. He howled with pain, and retreated to the rest of the group. Tarkus quickly went to work, his hands glowing with holy light, warming and soothing the wound, as it began to close. “thank you friend, your skills are excellent.” Gorgren stated, giving as much of a smile as a half orc could.
“Be more careful next time, may I take the lead?” Tarkus inquired.
“It’s all you.”

The party went forth, until at last they stood before two immense gates, at the top of the tower. “Shall we press onwards friends?” Mavius inquired, his tone light and jubial.
“Why...Yes of course….” Responded Tarkus, lost in thought.
The doors creaked open, revealing a vast chamber, and a small man huddled over a desk, mumbling over an arcane object. Mavius let the three venture forth, putting as many bodies as him and his former master as he could. Before they could take another step, the wizard had spun around, his shrunken frame projected a massive shadow against the wall, lit by the growing black crystal in his hand. “Quickly now, we must end this!” Grogren cried, as he and Anderous charged forth to meet the wizard head on. Tarkus began to charge onward filled with zeal, but a burning light at the corner of his eye stopped him in his tracks. His armour seemed to be unbearably heavy as he tried to spin to face the threat behind him. He turned just in time to view a bolt of magical energy sail through the air directly towards him, with Mavius standing behind it, his face a mask of horror. The light was unbearable, and he began to attempt to dive out of the way. The bolt caught him in the chest, immolating him in arcane fire,stealing the breath from his lungs and sapping his strength. Tarkus, a burning pyre of a man, collapsed wordlessly against the floor.

He awoke some time later, but how long he couldn't tell. His mouth tasted of metal, and his breath burned in his throat. His helmet had melted, searing his flesh but saving his life. His eyes opened to see the wizard standing over the prone form of Mavius. “Please, spare me! I did all you ask! Don’t make me do that again, I couldn’t bear it.” Mavius sobbed, his form shaking in fright.
“Yes. That you did young one. For that, I thank you. Alas, you have played your part, and must now take your curtain call.”
Tarkus began to scan the room, for any sign of of his friends or their whereabouts. All that remained was that throbbing black crystal, spinning in place. A wail echoed throughout the chamber as Mavius was banished into the black crystal, never to be seen again. The wizard, satisfied with his work, chuckled to himself and turned his back to Tarkus. His mind begged him to stay down, his body sagged to hold him to the stone, but he pressed on. His body was damaged far worse than he first thought, his leg was deadweight, a blackened limb fused to his armour. Every breath was fire, and sharp needles. His face bubbled and slowly blackened. His sword heavy in his hand, he tip toed forward, his breath a shallow rasp, his heart pounding in his chest as he reached closer to the source of the plague upon the land. As his sword rose, the slick stone floor provided no grip, and his footing faltered, and he crashed with a sense of finality onto the floor.

A sweet voice whispered into his ear, words he couldn't hear but compelling him just the same. “Now rise, and pay heed.”
Tarkus rose, his body not of his own, screaming internally, begging his body to move. “Yes, good. Now you shall prove your usefulness, and help bring me more souls to harvest. Understood?”
“Y-Y-Yes master.”

The wizard turned and sent Tarkus away wordlessly. The trip back down the valley was lonesome and unbearable. A prisoner, all Tarkus could do was weep, his tears masked by the rain.
Down a worn cobblestone path, through a groove carved through the old forest, lay a tavern. It lay at the foot of a large valley, topped with an old tower atop a sheer cliff. A moment of respite from the forest’s dark winding roads, the clearing was the perfect spot for travellers to get hot food and a warm bed. The sun had began to rise, and the rain slowly creeped back upwards towards the tower. Lights and laughter seeped out of the pores of the inn, leaving him indifferent. The door sighed as it opened, and drew the looks of a few of the patron’s attentions. There, in the doorway, stood a crooked, twisted figure.
annnnd thats it. what do you guys think?

Greer wanted to go back up. Take off his knight's armor, put on his leathers and stop pretending to be anything other than a barbarian.

His men were waiting for him though. Caroline was waiting for him. Guilt would have to wait for another day.

He took a deep breath and continued on down the stairs.

When he reached the main hall his men, lining either side, saluted sharply. Their ceremonial swords shifted up and down showing the actual steel they had stuck in behind the useless shit.

They ,Greer noted with some anger, were still wearing their proper gear. Buffed up and cleaned with none of their usual armaments hanging off them but still the comfortable armor that Greer had learned to sleep standing in. Not the peace offering nonsense they had forced Greer in.

He looked at them at them and they all looked away. Greer wondered why until he realized he was glaring at them.

One of them broke ranks and walked over. He saluted again when he came to a stop in front of Greer and fell into parade rest. "Sir?"

"Yes Keller?"

"The boys have been dressed as you requested." Keller said. "No real toys to speak of but we got our long blades and a couple of horses ready with the real stuff in case something happens."

"Nothing will happen." Greer said.

Keller looked down at his feet trying not to meet Greer's eyes. "Respectfully speaking sir?"

Greer waved for him to continue.

"This is a stupid idea. We killed half the fucking population of this city and we're going to walk the missus through the center of it, with no proper guard and you out of your armor with out Keel."

"It's what she wants."

"And respectfully speaking sir," Keller said again, head dipping even lower."sometimes you indulge her too much."

Greer opened his mouth to say something and as if almost on cue, the doors in the back of the hall opened and Caroline walked out.

She was done up. Greer hadn't expected that. She wasn't wearing her typical frilly dresses and slippers but grey mourning clothes that Greer had always found a little too revealing at the top.

Her crown, or her mother's crown depending on who was asked was perched on her head, already gleaming in what little light filtered through.

"Wouldn't you?" Greer whispered.

Keller turned and walked back into the ranks. He was a good boy. Born into the life and not chosen by it like Greer. Sometimes Greer thought Keller resented him for it and other times envied him for it.

He turned back to face Caroline and she made her way towards, embracing him when she got close. "I missed you."

Greer hugged her back and let go. "You saw me yesterday."

"And I still managed to miss you somehow." She smiled up at him and peered over his shoulder at Keller. "What were you two talking about?"

"How he thinks this is a bad idea."

"And you?" She said.

"I think this is a very bad idea." Greer said. "And in my professional opinion your nutters for doing it."

She pinched her face at him. "I could have you killed for talking like that."

"And you'd be nutters for doing that as well."

She laughed at that and it sounded wonderful to his ears. "I would miss you too much to be capable of doing it."

He took his position next to her and she gradually settled at his side. They turned to face the doors leading out and two of his men went to open them.

Greer could hear the crowds outside. They had been cowed from becoming a full blown riot but they were still angry, still scared at what a future under the new gods would mean. Caroline wanted so badly for them to love her and her father and all Greer could think of was what would happen when the first stone flew and what he would do.

She reached out with her hand and squeezed where the metal wasn't as thick. "This has to be done. "

"No it doesn't."

She smiled at him and without a word began to march.

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goddamn you're going great user.

I never got a chance to say this last week, but I found

really interesting. It could do with a little editing, but I'd certainly like to see more at some point.

I had failed in my duty as bodyguard.

I was not fast enough, not strong enough to protect you, Princess Solette, and now you are damned with the blood of the Nightwalkers. If only I were a better person, a better warrior, you would still be able to walk amongst your subjects in the daylight - because of me, those hopes are now forever lost, as is your purity. Your skin will no longer know the sun's touch without also knowing the burning sensation it also has, and you will never have a chance to be wed.
The citizens, their fear of the Nightwalkers is great, but now their hatred of me is greater. Considering my failure, it is only fair.

For some reason, however, you never blamed me once for what had happened.
Even though the entire royal class, much less your parents, blame me for my mistake, even though my fellow warriors, those few who barely survived the Nightwalker's wrath, you never hated me for failing my sworn duty.
You still talk to me, even when I have been declared a pariah. You still treat me as a friend, even though you know as well as I do that I am to blame for your condition. I wish to ask you so many questions, Princess. Why do you still smile to a subject as worthless as me? Why did you defend me when by all rights I should be sentenced to death?

>Decree: On the insistence of Princess Solette, heir to the empire of Mariah the Just, Sir [REDACTED] will be granted an alternative sentence to his execution. This is not to be considered a mercy, for he will be shamed forevermore by the subject of his failure. Henceforth, Sir [REDACTED] will be permanently assigned to the Princess' protection, with the price of a second failure being the deserved death.

Is there a reason you why you would deny me this last honor? Do you truly despise me for what I could not do? Is my sentence instead to be paraded around as a failure, to break what little pride I have left until I am nothing more than a tool?

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If this is the only reason, then please, rescind the decree. Grant me at least some mercy in death.

>Decree: After consideration, the history and deeds of Sir [REDACTED] are to be utterly expunged from the history of this empire. This act is solely to begin restoring what honor the ruling family has lost to such a scandal. Should any come to see a knight bearing [REDACTED]'s appearance, then they are to be considered of unsound mind.

Is there a reason why you would go so far for me, Princess?
Perhaps it is not my place to ask but...I have little else to lose.

Princess Solette, what are your feelings towards me? For what reason would you be willing to twist the law so that a failure like me can live dishonored? Are you so certain that you would want to waste this attention on the one who has cursed you with this taint?

>Decree: In wake of recent events, it will now be declared henceforth that Princess Solette, heir to the empire of Mariah the Just, is to be married to a member of her permanent retinue. The retinue in question is said to remember that her condition will no longer permit her to be wed to anyone else, and thus she will only be permitted to marry inside the empire. Should there be any objection to this arrangement by the party in question, let it be known that the alternative is to have the previous two decrees rescinded and be exiled from the empire of Mariah the Just, to die dishonored.

I...I know I have failed you once, Princess. If you are so willing to permit a man as myself to remain near you, then...
I vow to not only protect your life, but to provide you happiness, for as long as I still live. I can only ask that you take care of such a disappointment like me.

>Decree: In the event that the wedding goes through, it should be observed that the groom should consider his guilt absolved if and only if Princess Solette, heir of the Empire of Mariah the Just, lives whatever remains of her life in happiness.

shit, this one is good user. made me feel things for the first time in a while

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It was the closing acts of World War II. Hitler was dead but the Third Reich was barely holding on thanks to the machinations of one maniac, and you, a top secret agent assigned by a joint intelligence organization between MI5 and the CIA, were going to stop that maniac.

On the storm-wracked hills where Castle Innenstadt stood, you stealthily infiltrated the manse, disguising yourself as one of the countless minions sent to operate the countless systems the Nazis claimed themselves above learning about. From there, you found out about the air-ducts being the best way to traverse the facility. Within a day of arriving, you already sabotaged what little tank-producing capacity it held, destroyed a top-secret plan that would have had battletanks that walked like men, and a massive antenna which was supposed to communicate to things beyond this world. Slaves began revolting, which taxed the security even further while crippling productivity. Needless to say, you put the entire facility on high alert.

It was perfect. With all the security locking down the last facility, which was meant to be some insane ritual involving demons (all of which was debunked anyway, according to another spy), it left the commander perfectly exposed. With your knowledge of the ducts, it was no problem at all to find his chambers. You found a massive red carpet on the floor, and you landed near the end of it, right on top of a swastika. Noiselessly, you stepped on the carpet, eyes trained at the desk on the other side of the room.

"So, Herr Eindringling, you come to me at last..." you hear a reverberating voice. You freeze immediately. The vent you entered had no grates to give away your location, your profile was low, and you were certain you made no noise. As you grab your trusty sidearm, it starts again. "Come now, no need to be shy. I am in need of company, mein freunde."

Well, there goes that plan.
You decide to listen and stand up, your sidearm still on hand.

You approach the desk to find nothing but...a tin toy with a fishbowl on top of it. On its arms were little lances and on its back a watertank with a red flag. The fish inside the bowl looked rather big for the bowl, and the pickelhaube on its head did no favors in that department.

You were about to pick it up and examine it some more, but suddenly the toy's arms move with a startling speed and electrocute you with those little lances. They were probes!
"Oh, I had expected it all along... The Black Cats of the British Columbia, the ultimate echelon of the spitzelen sent to destroy the Third Reich...!" The goldfish was...speaking! "I am sure you are shocked about this, schweinhund, but consider this...a little appetizer for the shock we will inflict upon your masters when we parade your lifeless body while destroying your organization! And from there, we will infiltrate your countries, levy our own revenge upon you feiglinge, and begin anew our reign of terror! We shall see the streets run red with Allied blood! Our empire shall reign eternal, with or without Hitler!"

The fish was insane and smart. You had no clue how he figured out about the Black Cats, but the fact that he knew made him a priority.
"You think I did not anticipate your arrival?" He mocks you. "SHUTZSTAFFELEN!" With a word, you find yourself surrounded by soldiers, all wearing bits of metal. It takes you another second to realize that these soldiers all had machine guns mounted on their arms. The goldfish is cackling and you're realizing that you need to act fast, before these robots reduce you to Swiss Cheese.

It's at this point that you remember the single tenet, the reason you call yourself the Black Cat: Misfortune always comes to those who see one. You throw a smoke pellet immediately, distracting the robots long enough to evade their fire. You slide past the smoke and again try to reach the fish. Again, the fish is capable of countering your attack.

well, I'm off to bed. Keep the thread alive, guys

Oh shit, somebody actually read that! I haven't had anytime to write anything more than nibbles and bits.

If I may be so bold, what did you like/dislike, have questions about?

The smoke fades and you find that more than half of the robots have already wrecked each other. The remaining four aim again, and you pick a second plan: shooting.

You pull out your sidearm and fire the first of them dead in the forehead. As the fish starts shouting in German, the second begins revving, only to overheat and explode. The third's aim is thrown off by the destruction and tips over, leaving only one left to fire. Your acrobatic training grants you the skill to leap over the desk, and with it, you open fire.
The crossfire leaves the goldfish trapped dead in the middle with no way out. Within an instant, the body is demolished, the bowl dislodged, and the robot now shot with your last bullet. Good thing it actually worked, that was your last clip.

You catch the bowl before it shatters on the table. As you pull it in, you see the fish, now shouting something. Without the rest of the body, it's rather hard to tell what that was, but the way he was frantically using those levers to do something, anything, was almost adorable to you.
It still confounded you how a goldfish was the last Nazi mastermind. You set it down on the desk and begin looking through the desk. It came to you as a shock that the thing was not hiding in any drawer, but it was laminated on the desktop. Blueprints involving the body that was no more, countless more involving ideas like that giant walking tank or making a fake human body or countless other ideas. The one thing that stood out the most, however, was the map spread out on the table. Across it were little stickers of cats. As you peer closer, you realize the locations as familiar: Dublin, Dresden, St. Alexander's...the names stood out. Each of them was a site of a Black Cats operation! The fish was smart enough to figure out you existed!
Your research was interrupted by a small radio turning on. "Mein fuhrer! We've found something in the central air conditioner room! That damned Kanadisch was hiding here all along!"

Your gun was empty, the soldiers had no other weapons, and the goldfish was now unarmed, to his frustration. "Mein fuhrer? Are you there?"
You had to make a choice. You broke out through the windows lining the wall and fled.

The Nazis, leaderless once again, lost what little morale remained. Your actions and intel on what remained on Castle Innenstadt proved to be the final death knell to Germany's war, a small footnote on history.
As of the Black Cats of British Columbia, they soon disbanded after Japan's surrender. After all, it was only made as an Allied force. Without an Axis to fight against. there was no need for spies. That did not mean, however, that you were jobless. The rise of the United Nations meant that they would need their own enforcers, and they would need someone of your experience to supervise the peace of the divided Germany...

Maybe not the right place to ask, but does anyone have the acreenshot of the guy who tried playing the edgemeister vampire in a swashbuckling game and ended up as that world's Edward Cullen expy?

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They tasted rather bland, but everything was better than the salted meat and sea biscuits that Gavin had submitted himself to. He might have enough self discipline to shame a commissar, but he could enjoy the finer things in life. As the work reached a crescendo, he was happy that he was not having his dreams or nightmares again.

The city was being shaped rapidly, and the quarries were largely a white stone. The city of Stratholme had several artisans, and while Gavin would rather they focus on erecting strong walls first, they were doing a pleasant job in building the city. As the second week started, the docks were finally finished. It allowed the ships to dock in, and the crew to move in heavier equipment to help increase the building process. A lot of the people on the ship were surprised at the rate at which the settlement was growing. Gavin was rather impressed as well. The people might be on the other side of their world, but they were moving with a purpose that impressed him. However, it was worrisome that the witch who led the expedition was communicating increasingly erratically. Days would pass before she would message the group of the Eldar - or as they called themselves ' high elves' - witches in the encampment. It would seem that they were progressing further inland, and were far away from their ships. Gavin realized that they probably didn't have a rearguard of forces in the area. He was sitting here, with a small brigade that was increasingly becoming competent at fighting and was largely being used to pacify the surrounding flora and fauna.
Perhaps he needed to take this force northward to support the witch's expedition? She reminded him of someone he had lost a long time ago, and he wasn't too keen on letting someone like that die again.

In the ages, far long gone-
Duering the rottten times of our forefathers-
There was a dragon, fearless and mighty.

Father once told me the story of our ancestors.
Gramps was a general, a fearless warrior- his father, a jaded noble.
An orcale prophesized, it shall be the honor of our family to slay the cruel beast; a glory to some, a curse to others.
The king heeded not the pleas of my great-grandfather- and so, my grandpa was sent on a quest to bring an end to the dragon's tyranny.
He nearly succeded, but was denied the final blow.
However, the foe was sealed- unable to fly, trapped in his cave, a prisoner to his own plight-
And plentiful the lands became, indeed.

However, the enemy has returned-
Stronger than ever-
Our heroes have faded, our generals long gone-
My child, it is time, for I must make haste;
Tis' my duty to end what has begun.

[spoiler/]I just tried to write something, never wrotefag before.
Did I do gud?

It didn't start as a race, but it sure turned into one once she started running.

Ruby was just supposed to visit her grandma. She was supposed to be in and out by the end of the day and drop off some of her parent's food. The weather was nice, the sun was high in the sky, there wasn't supposed to be anything going wrong today.

Then she found a wolf-girl. And her parents always told her that wolf-girls were trouble. Ruby knew the legends - about how they looked just like women in order to seduce men, about how they ate the bad kids who wandered into the forest at night, and how they sometimes raped anyone they came across at a certain point of the month. She knew how scary they were and immediately began running. The problem was that the wolf-girl was just as fast. Ruby was pushing herself to the limit just to escape, paying no heed to the paved path she was supposed to be following.

She failed.
In her rush, Ruby couldn't react to the wolf-girl cutting her off, and crashed into her. The two tumbled a good while along the road, hitting rocks and even a stray squirrel, before finally colliding into a tree. For Ruby, this was humiliating. She was the fastest one in school, after all! Fast enough to race horses and even outrun a angry bull! To know that something that could very well eat her right then and there made her burn up.
"Are you okay?" a gentle, almost seductive voice asked Ruby. It took a bit to brush off her favorite red hood from her sight, but the moment she did, she paled as she realized who she was on: the wolf-girl. Ruby was just about to hop back, away from the wolf, but the sharp pain on her ankle made it impossible. Before she could even fall, the wolf-girl grabbed her hand and pulled her back. With her face so close, Ruby could only see the sharp features of the wolf-girl's face and her long silver hair. With that warm smile, Ruby thought she almost looked...cool.

Not bad, not bad

The girl snapped out of it. This was her life on the line!
"W-what do you want?" she shouted."Are you...are you gonna eat me?"
As if on cue, the wolf gazed into Ruby's eyes, the warm brown of her eyes scanning every detail of her body. The red-hooded girl regretted everything in those few seconds. "You actually look kinda cute..." the wolf-girl commented as she lifted Ruby's chin. "Really delicate, fair skin, and even cute little braids... I almost envy your boyfriend." Ruby blushed some more - she was being complimented by the wolf! The wolf giggled some more, taking advantage of Ruby's insecurity to draw her lips closer.

Ruby's eyes went wider than anything the moment she realized that another girl, a wolf-girl no less, was stealing her first kiss. Her fumbled screams of frustration forced her back, straining her ankle and landing her on the floor, her basket opening and all the food spilling.
The wolf's eyes and ears perked up to the scent of food. She got down on all fours and began probing through to find out what the food was: A bag of cookies, a sandwich, some apples, and a card. The wolf was about to eat the food when Ruby then relentlessly smacked her with the basket.

"Get away!" she shrieked with each swing. "You can't touch this! My mom made this! This is the only thing we can do for our grandma! I won't let you or anyone get to it before she can, so go away!"
The wolf felt a little hurt by the defensiveness, but she also noticed that Ruby was also crying with each swing until she stopped altogether just to bawl. "My maidenhood was stolen by a savage! I can't get married anymore and now I'm gonna get eaten!" As it went on, the wolf felt sorry for the girl. She didn't even mean to threaten her, she was just trying to say hello.

With the girl curled up in her red hood, the wolf could only do one thing: put the food back in the basket.
"I'm sorry," she spoke as soon as she was done.

Ruby stopped to see the basket in the wolf's hands. "I...was just trying to say hi. You just looked so cute, so I wanted to talk." Her tail, which was wagging the whole time, was now drooping on the floor, while her ears curved downward. "I didn't mean to hurt you or anything..."
Ruby realized that she might have gone a bit overboard and tried to crawl over, tripping again and now landed on top of the wolf's chest. It felt...smaller than her own. "I'm sorry if it's smaller than you thought," the wolf grumbled as she felt more of Ruby's groping.
"Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean it, I promise!" the red girl finally scrambled upward.
The wolf smiled. "Well, if you got to touch my chest..." A hand shot upwards, grabbing hold of Ruby's considerable breasts. Compared to the wolf's B-cups, Ruby's were massive D-cups, concealed mostly by her loose clothing. As the wolf grabbed hold of these globes, Ruby was gasping, the sensation of getting rubbed, the puffiness of her cheeks and the sprain in her ankle mixing together into this vortex of sensation. None of it felt right, but that didn't stop it from feeling good at some parts. "Pretty big honkers there!" the wolf complimented. "I kinda wanna know them some more..."

While she was dazed, the wolf undid the ribbon on the back, loosening the blouse. She then dug her hands underneath the blouse, taking in the sensation of Ruby's smooth skin and heaving gasps. Her breasts felt softer than anything she had ever felt, like the perfect mound of heaven. In thanks to this sensation, the wolf reached up to kiss Ruby again and reposition them more comfortably on their knees.
However, even though the feeling was perfect, the wolf also felt jealous that her unwitting (and possibly unwilling) partner was the only one feeling good. She hastily undid her bodice and stripped the shirt underneath. Once she was topless, the wolf grabbed one of the girl's hands and placed them on her chest. The sensation was enough for Ruby to snap to.

"Wh-Why is my blouse all loose? How come I feel all warm-" and then she realized the biggest issue, "Why is my hand on your breast?"
"Because I wanna feel good too." The wolf smiled. "It would be kinda greedy of me to be the only one, so...if you don't mind these little breasts of mine, then..."
Ruby put her hand on the wolf's face to draw her attention. "I don't mind, but... I don't even know you."
The wolf-girl's face froze. Out of everything she did to try to befriend this girl, and it had to be the easiest thing that she forgot! "Oh...wow, that...well, that is a big deal... Um, call me Cherie. I'm sorry if I scared you."

Now that her pursuer had a name, Ruby didn't feel quite as scared of the wolf. She drew closer to Cherie, "You're pretty sneaky, trying to take advantage of an innocent girl who's been dazed...!"
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to-" she was interrupted by a kiss.
"I'll forgive you if you make me feel good, miss big bad wolf!" Ruby teased Cherie as she lifted her shirt off. As her mountains flopped down, she noticed how the wolf was carnivorously eyeing the equally large nipples on them. Ruby lured her in. "I'll let you taste if you let me feel yours as well."

With a hasty nod, Cherie buried her snout into Ruby's breast, licking and prodding the slowly-stiffening nipple with all of her might. Meanwhile, Ruby was gasping at the relentless assault, only barely having enough focus to pinch at the small nipples the wolf-girl had. Barely even a minute passed before the innocent girl spasmed hard, losing all grip for a moment.
As Ruby's senses returned to her, she saw Cherie staring at her with open eyes. "Was it that good?" she asked, Ruby nodded. "Um, I want to ask if...could you please suck mine too? I-I mean, if it's weird, I understand, but I heard that if you have someone you like touch them, then they can..."
Ruby held Cherie for a little while in her bosom. "Could it be? Is the fearsome big bad wolf really insecure about her...?"

...Chronicler? Judgement call.
Do we allow soft porn?

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well given all the hard porn we've had it'd be kind of hypocritical not to

By the time the third week started, an unexpected sight appeared over the horizon. There was an island that the sailors sometimes used for excursions and the like. Gavin had ordered for a fortified base to be constructed at that location. Gavin preferred to split his rag tag navy up rather than bunching them together. The distance was close enough that the settlement and the port could warn each other and the navies could join up, but far away enough that a naval force would have to attack both places at once or turn it's back on one settlement to attack the other.
An example of defense-in-depth, it took him back to the time he was still a lieutenant, digging trenches with his lads to repel another assault.

The base began ringing it's tower at the end of the second week, and the soldiers gathering at the port saw a slew of battered transports, flying the colors of Kul Tiras and Lordaeron moving to the port, requesting shelter. The story they told was heartrending.

Lordaeron, the strongest nation of the humans had fallen. Terenas Menethil had been assassinated in court, by his son. Prince Arthas had returned from northrend, and led a host of the undead. towns and villages from the hinterland were being turned into graveyards and the citizens turned into undead fodder for the armies of the dead. The prince called this army - the scourge and he would purge Lordaeron of the living. Uther the Lightbringer had fallen to him, and so had the High elves. They had all escaped west hoping to find Lady Proudmoore and to warn her about what had happened.

Gavin was finally settling into an alcohol laden sleep when the ringing of the bells woke him up.
His head pounding, he looked outside and saw a bunch of ships docking. Their sails were in tatters and for a moment he thought the young girl's expedition had ended.
yes

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The real story was grimmer. The city was soon going to be full of far more migrants and refugees. Gavin demanded to meet with the leader of the expedition. They would need more supplies if they were to take more people in the settlement. He thanked himself that they hadn't started construction of the wall. A life in the inquisition had given him a fascination with having everything ordered, and he would the city's population stabilize before the wall would be built.

The leader was a man who shared a last name with the sorceress. Personally Gavin couldn't see the resemblance between the two, but he did have her eyes. After a short meeting, the announced his intentions. He was going to lead his expedition to find his daughter. A bold move, but stupid.

Daelin was surprised as the man shot down his proposition in a few words. He almost had the man thrown out of his ship, before he explained the rest of what he had to say. His forces were better suited to an expedition, as they had acclimatized to the region better than the Kul Tiras elite corps. The city was soon going to run out of food, and it needed to be supplied with food soon. Jaina had rescued these people, and Daelin could help her far more by protecting these people. Her people. The man's imperious eyes bored into his, and Daelin saw the wisdom of the man's words. He ordered the Kul Tiras Elite corps to bolster the Stratholme brigade, and promised to supply the expedition.

Jojo felt the hot desert wind whirl on his face, the sun lighting up the whole desert for him to see. He took out his machine-gun, and took a walk, leaving his vehicle in the shade of the dunes. Jojo had a mission. A crazy one. Martial rebels had spread throughout the system, taking residence in Pluto, Mars, Jupiter, and uncounted space stations and pickets. The UMFF had to sweep out starting from Earth, which had cost him years of his life sitting on outposts guarding radio towers and checking his drones for any activity. He grunted as he put down his gun, and started loading the rounds. Two decades, doing nothing but jack in the middle of this damned desert, hunting rebels. His eyes stung as the sand flew, no doubt some small whirlwind kicked it in his eyes. No matter. He put on his goggles and went back to work. A few minutes later, the emplacement was set, and he could rest, if only for a few moments. Now all he had to do was wait.

Bump

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Cherie bit her before she could finish. "If that's how you're going to react then..."
The wolf panicked, trying to apologize by kissing everywhere she could before being halted so the favor could be carried out.
Compared to the savage assault of Cherie's tongue, Ruby was clumsy, uneven. Sometimes it almost felt like a vacuum, while other times it felt like nothing even touched. All the same, though, it felt funny for the wolf.

Cherie eventually closed the act by embracing Ruby, bringing their faces within a hair's breadth of each other. The first thing Ruby noticed this time was a hair-tie. Her dainty hands were about to reach for it when she was stopped.
"Um...this thing..." she commented, "it's really important to me. Can you promise me...?"
"Who's it from?"
"Um...my grandmother." Cherie's grip loosened. "She said it was a gift from someone she loved dearly, so...I want to do the same." She reddened. "Sounds silly, right?"
Ruby, on the other hand, was only smiling in earnestness. "At the rate we're going, it sounds like you'll be giving it to me anyway." Whatever protest the wolf had died in her throat as she realized that neither of them had a shirt on. Ruby slowly, almost ceremoniously, removed the tie and wrapped it around her wrist. She would have made some comment to draw attention to it, but she was then stunned by how absolutely long and fine Cherie's hair was, like strands of silver woven into a cloak of maidenly wonders. "You're...beautiful."
"I'm sorry if this is all going too fast for you..." Cherie apologized, feeling suddenly vulnerable. "It's just...this is how I've been told mating works for us. I'm not sure how people like you do it, and if you mind, I don't mind just..." She was shushed before she could finish.
"Have I ever said no?" A nod denied it. "I admit, I was scared of you, but you're really gentle. A little horny, but...I don't mind that. Besides, you still have to take responsibility for making me like this."

Ruby lifted her skirt to reveal the stain on her panties. Cherie's reaction was instant surprise. Cherie hastily lowered her shorts in response, revealing the tiny patch of hair she had.
"My, my..." Ruby muttered, "what an adorable, lithe body you have..."
"I haven't done this for anyone before..." the wolf stammered. "But...but I want you and only you...to take my body and make it feel good!"

Ruby stopped. "Haven't done this before? Then..."
"Come on! I-is it that important?"
"Considering how carelessly you kissed me, I'd have thought you were experienced!" Cherie curled up a little further. "Too much? Sorry, it's just kinda surprising how timid you are."
The wolf pushed back. "Y-you talk too much!"
"You're right," Ruby giggled. "I shouldn't let this opportunity go to waste." They kissed again, their hands clasped among each other before letting go and exploring each other. Despite the early advantage, Cherie found herself completely melting under the girl's advances. Not to say that she was not having the same effect on Ruby, but it was clear that she was feeling it far more keenly, especially once Ruby discovered that her ears were sensitive. The two girls found that everything felt a little awkward at first, especially considering the sprained ankle, but as soon as they switched places, with Ruby now sitting on the tree, it got more comfortable. Neither one ever felt anything more than the joy of being touched, and neither of them spared even an ounce of gentle affection for the other even if it meant falling asleep in each other's arms.

They only realized how much time had passed when Ruby woke up, realizing the sun setting.
"Oh no oh no!" she panicked as she realized how late it was. "I was supposed to be at grandma's house over an hour ago! Oh, she must be worried sick about me!" Ruby began throwing whatever clothes she could find, not even paying attention to how dirty they got. "Come on! Cherie! I need your help!"

The wolf-girl took a little longer to wake up, her first sight being a round, plump rump of-
"Not right now!" the dream was shattered with her teeth inches from Ruby's backside. She then found a pair of shorts in her face. "I'm kind of in a hurry, and you're the one who put me in this situation!"

As expected, Cherie was dressed first and even had time to help Ruby fit her blouse on properly. She was about to give Ruby her hood, but she was stopped and then requested to put it on. It felt uncomfortable to have her ears blocked, but seeing the girl smiling made it feel more than worth it. Besides, there was this smell of someone she liked...
"Now come along, my cute little wolf!" Cherie growled in objection to the statement. "Oh, right. You're just weak to the word cute. So come along, my Cherie." It was clear how she liked that way more as she hopped to the girl's side. "Um, my ankle's still a bit weak, so I...um..."
Cherie lowered herself. "Hop on. It's my fault you hurt yourself in the first place." Ruby happily hopped on her back and the two of them ran through the forest. Surprisingly, their chase already covered most of the distance they needed to traverse, though they did end up considerably off course. It didn't matter for them anyway, it just meant more time to be together.

It has just became night by the time they finally reached Ruby's grandmother. There was no way they'd be able to walk back in the dark, so she would have to walk back tomorrow. For the time being, Ruby would have to sleep in her grandmother's small cottage. Cherie was also invited, with the excuse being that she was a friend who helped her walk there after spraining her ankle (and both of them swore never to mention the part where they had sex).
"Ruby! You're late!" her grandmother was surprised to see the two of them out. "I was getting worried! I'm sure your parents must be worried sick too!" She ushered them in while still complaining.

The two girls sat on the sofa, each of them taking a sip of tea to calm themselves.
"I'm sorry grandma," Ruby apologized. "I...sprained my ankle on the way there. My friend here was the only person around who could help me get there."
The little lady paused to notice there was actually a second person, wearing Ruby's favorite hood at that. "Oh, my apologies, miss! Thank you for taking care of my daughter!"
Cherie was a bit nervous, being in such a nice house with a fireplace and lights, but holding hands with Ruby made her at least feel a bit centered. "It's no problem at all, miss! Your granddaughter is really..." She was going to say several things: Cute, sexy, well-endowed, surprisingly assertive. The issue was that all of them would have said something about their real relationship. "She's really kind!"
The old lady laughed. "Yes, she's always been such a nice girl! So, where are you from?"
Cherie froze. They actually never thought of that question. As she stared nervously, Ruby surreptitiously whispered the name of a nearby town.

"Ah, I remember living there..." the grandmother sighed. "It was long ago, I was still young, and..." she trailed off. "Well, you're both welcome to stay the night, the bed's large enough for the two of you. Ruby, would you be so kind as to show her the bathroom?"
As the two girls walked upstairs, the grandmother caught a curious sight of the visitor: a silver tail. She froze in thought, remembering something long ago...

Ruby and Cherie both found sleeping gowns for the both of them, but with their clothes drying, Cherie had to wear a bonnet to conceal her ears. They went to the guest bedroom to sleep, but the wolf-girl had something bothering her.
"Something the matter?" Ruby asked. "Do you want me closer?"
"It's not that..." she thought as she undid the bonnet. "You heard her when she mentioned that place. It sounded like she was hiding something..."
Ruby smiled as she kissed those long ears, bringing Cherie closer.

...We've had hard porn? I've never noticed.

1d4chan.org/wiki/File:SubjectPi-rho.png
1d4chan.org/wiki/File:SandGoddess.png
1d4chan.org/wiki/File:FireGoddess.jpg
1d4chan.org/wiki/File:NeonAngel.jpg (extremely sexual AND violent)
1d4chan.org/wiki/File:XanTsiun.png
1d4chan.org/wiki/File:TheGathering.png

and those are just the ones I can remember off the top of my head

> I've never noticed.
your brain may have blanked it out to protect you

"My grandma's a nice old lady. I'm sure that whatever it is, it can't be that big a problem." Ruby was content with rubbing her head. A few moments later, she noticed that Cherie was still restless. "Something wrong?"
"Um...I'm sorry, but...these clothes are really hard to move in!" she was struggling. "And another thing, they're really hot!"
"I'm sorry, if you want, I can see if-" before Ruby could finish, the wolf already slipped out of her gown now completely bare. "What are you doing? If grandma found you like this...!"
"I promise, I'll put it on when we wake up. Besides..." she guided Ruby's hands, "I...want you to rub me. It felt really nice when you did it before."
"Alright, but...don't blame me if you get in trouble." Ruby's hands were guided to Cherie's chest, where she gently kneaded and rubbed them to the wolf's panting. She eventually fell asleep with no further argument, but it did leave strange thoughts in her mind. She was half-expecting the wolf to assault her, but this was fine too.

The next morning, Ruby woke up to a strange sensation under her gown. There were little nibbles here and there, and she knew exactly what it was. She lifted her gown to find Cherie underneath, sucking on her breasts.
"What the heck?" She shouted.
"Well, you did comfort me last night, so I thought that maybe I'd repay the favor and..." Cherie was halted by a robe in her face.
"P-put it on! I'm sure grandma's already prepared breakfast!" Ruby ran frantically to the bathroom to wash her face, leaving Cherie confused.

The grandmother already prepared pancakes for the three of them. While Ruby wolfed them down, hoping the food would wipe out the memory of that incident. Cherie, in the meanwhile, just tried to imitate Ruby's motions. She never had pancakes before, and she didn't want to give away that she was a wolf.
"By the way, dear..." the old lady asked, "did you happen to run any wolves?"
The two girls froze in fear.

"Wh-what're you talking about, grandma?" Ruby nervously laughed. "W-wolves? I'm still here, right? They would've eaten me!"
"That's what they would want you to think," she answered. "It was a long time ago, when I lived back in that town. I went out on the forest to gather some supplies when I found a wolf who was bigger than any man I'd ever seen. Naturally, I was scared of her, but she was hurt. I took her in, cared for her wounds, and in the process, I...fell in love with her."
"But why don't mom and dad know about it?"
She smiled. "It was well before I decided to have kids. I think I was even your age. Well, we loved each other, the wolf wanted to protect me from the world, and I wanted to protect her from the village. However, there was one day that we were discovered. They called her a monster, a rapist, a predator. I tried, tried to save her..." tears rolled down her beady eyes.
"Grandma!"
"It's okay, Ruby." She wiped her eyes. "That wolf lived, she ran far enough away that they lost sight of her." She sighed wistfully as she looked out the window. "The only reason I even remember her anymore is because I gave her this little black hairtie... One I just happened to find in my bathroom this morning." She pulled it out to Ruby and Cherie's horror.
Ruby rushed, "Grandma, I can explain!"
"I won't ask where you found it, but I do want the truth." The grandmother pointed to Cherie. "Where did you find that girl?"

Ruby couldn't say anything. She had no way to explain it properly.
Good thing that Cherie, however, did. "That hairtie was given to me by my grandmother." She got up to approach Ruby's grandmother. "She said that the person who gave it to her was someone she loved for a long time and never stopped loving. Could it be, you're...Nona?"
"And you must be Norie's granddaughter..." she raised her hand to untie the bonnet. Her ears popped out freely. "You almost look like the spitting image of her..."

are you going to continue this here now that the other thread is finished?

Nona smiled. "Perhaps it's destiny that our granddaughters would meet like this... Speaking of, are you sure you didn't try anything shifty while I was asleep?"
"N-n-nothing of the sort, grandma!" Ruby yelped. "I swear!" Her grandmother laughed.
"Oh, how it feels to be young, so carefree without the pressures of society... Oh, if only I could know how she felt..."
"Miss Nona," Cherie asked, "if you want...I can call my grandmother over. I'm sure that she'd be happy to see you."
She smiled. "I'm no longer the girl she used to know. She probably has a good life now, living with her own."
Ruby protested. "Grandma, please. I feel terrible for hiding this from you."
The little lady smiled. "If you think it right, then go ahead. I'll be getting dressed."

Ruby and Cherie went outside. Cherie crouched down, her hair tensing as she took deep breaths. After she gathered enough power, she howled at the sun, pushing every bit of air out of her lungs to make her call. Once she finished, she stood up and grabbed Ruby's hand.
Another howl erupted in the distance. The two girls leaned on each other. "Thank you, Cherie. I'm sorry if it's embarrassing, but...I just want my grandmother to be happy."
"I'm feeling the same too." Cherie kissed her forehead. "My grandmother told me this story so many times that...I wanted to help her someday. Meeting you, learning about our grandmothers...it's like I'm the luckiest girl in the world."
"You are."

They heard a rustling in the distance, then the noise of a loping gait over the forest. Soon they both came face to face with a massive midnight-black shroud, which parted to reveal a massive woman, muscular, scarred, and almost feral in appearance.
"Why did you call me, little one?" she growled, her voice sounding like a nightmare made manifest.
"Grammy...there's someone I want you to meet." Cherie looked back to find the door opening, and behind it was an old woman, wearing a white dress.

...

why is Santa flying Stennis Baratheon's flag?