Gordian Knot
Half Man, Half Animal, All Dumb
- Joined
- Nov 29, 2018
The Lair, as it was known among its inhabitants, was a tightly kept secret. A labyrinthine cave system, secured by multiple hidden entrances, dead ends and traps, hidden between the blurry borders of the Kingdom of Valdoria and the Principality of Hressia, it housed several dozens of monsters of all kind of species. The group, led by the self-proclaimed 'king', seemed to have one goal — to rip and shred its way through the human countries. Due to the symbol the inhuman faction left in every pillaged town and village, they known as 'The Claws' among the local lords.
Deep in the caves of The Lair, the gnoll guard's ear flicked, as it picked up the faintest echo of incoming footsteps. One flick more and he was certain who was coming. Before seeing the faintest glimpse of the owner of those heavy steps, he straightened his back, gripped the spear at his side tighter, and waited. The rhythmic steps grew louder and louder, and in the guard's eyes, even the flames of the oil lamps in the corridor flickered with each stomp. Soon enough, the corridor grew darker as an enormous silhouette came from behind the bend. As always, a single glance at the brawny figure reminded the gnoll of the battered body of his old chief who dared to stand against it — something he and his brothers quickly learned to never attempt. As the gigantic lizardfolk came closer, his azure scales shimmered in the dim light, barely concealed by his loincloth and the charms hanging from his neck. Many of the scales were warped or missing from the scars of past conquests. In one clawed hand, he carried a ginormous hammer that few could even lift two-handed; the other kept a firm hold on a woman hoisted over his shoulder. Another so called 'hunter' sent to cut him down. Another failure. Surprisingly, this one was alive and conscious, although dazed.
"Hail, King Vrex!" The gnoll proclaimed, raising his head high to meet the king's visage.
"Hail," the king replied in the same rumbling snarl he responded to all the other sentries and subjects he'd passed on his way. "I shall not be disturbed." He bucked the shoulder carrying the groaning huntress, indicating the reason.
"Yes, king!" The guard stepped aside and opened the jury-rigged gate to king's private chamber. Inside, the lamps were already burning, lighted by servants the moment Vrex set a single foot in to The Lair. Right in front of the entrance was a raised oaken throne. Big and sturdy enough to support the monstrous monarch, with a line of discolored furs instead of a red carpet leading to it. Behind it, on the cave's wall, hanged an improvised banner. Torn, rather than cut, from a much larger roll of crimson cloth, had six lines painted with black tar — three angled parallel claw marks, cut nearly perpendicular by another three; a simple symbol of his growing army. The rest of the walls were adorned with trophies, where grim prizes had equal value to looted riches — a dozen or so rings strung together on a cord hanged between a battered helmet and a bent sword. Deeper, in a corner alcove separated from the main room by a heavy curtain, was a haphazard pile of furs, blankets, and pillows — an impromptu bed chamber. In the kingdom, such furnishing wouldn't be worthy of even a lowly baron, but among the so-called monsters, they were luxuries few could even dream about.
As Vrex stepped inside, he dropped his captive on the trail of furs before the entrance and continued forward, thick tail trailing behind him. His hammer let out a loud THUNK as he let it rest against the side of his throne before taking a seat himself and taking a look at the dazed woman before him. Just a couple hours ago, he stepped out of The Lair to check a site for an ambush, only to be ambushed himself. His assailant was full of herself and her own skills — many were in the past, but he had to admit that she was good. Very good. Few, if any, of his men could've stood their ground against her in a single combat. That wasn't good enough for Vrex though. It took some time, but a single well landed hit of his hammer left her weapon shattered and her reeling into a nearby tree, knocking both air from her lungs and sense from her mind.
In any other case, he'd have taken a trophy from her and finished her then and there. However, after taking a closer look at her features, he decided he had other plans for the huntress. No. No longer a huntress. Just another prize.
"Silence." The hissing gravel of his voice cut off her half-conscious ramblings. "You fought and lost, you are alive by my will alone. You're nothing more but my possession now. You belong to King Vrex. Now — KNEEL and state your name, lest you want me to give you one." Looking down from his throne, eyes full of cold dominance, he gave the first of many orders she'd receive from him in her new life.
Deep in the caves of The Lair, the gnoll guard's ear flicked, as it picked up the faintest echo of incoming footsteps. One flick more and he was certain who was coming. Before seeing the faintest glimpse of the owner of those heavy steps, he straightened his back, gripped the spear at his side tighter, and waited. The rhythmic steps grew louder and louder, and in the guard's eyes, even the flames of the oil lamps in the corridor flickered with each stomp. Soon enough, the corridor grew darker as an enormous silhouette came from behind the bend. As always, a single glance at the brawny figure reminded the gnoll of the battered body of his old chief who dared to stand against it — something he and his brothers quickly learned to never attempt. As the gigantic lizardfolk came closer, his azure scales shimmered in the dim light, barely concealed by his loincloth and the charms hanging from his neck. Many of the scales were warped or missing from the scars of past conquests. In one clawed hand, he carried a ginormous hammer that few could even lift two-handed; the other kept a firm hold on a woman hoisted over his shoulder. Another so called 'hunter' sent to cut him down. Another failure. Surprisingly, this one was alive and conscious, although dazed.
"Hail, King Vrex!" The gnoll proclaimed, raising his head high to meet the king's visage.
"Hail," the king replied in the same rumbling snarl he responded to all the other sentries and subjects he'd passed on his way. "I shall not be disturbed." He bucked the shoulder carrying the groaning huntress, indicating the reason.
"Yes, king!" The guard stepped aside and opened the jury-rigged gate to king's private chamber. Inside, the lamps were already burning, lighted by servants the moment Vrex set a single foot in to The Lair. Right in front of the entrance was a raised oaken throne. Big and sturdy enough to support the monstrous monarch, with a line of discolored furs instead of a red carpet leading to it. Behind it, on the cave's wall, hanged an improvised banner. Torn, rather than cut, from a much larger roll of crimson cloth, had six lines painted with black tar — three angled parallel claw marks, cut nearly perpendicular by another three; a simple symbol of his growing army. The rest of the walls were adorned with trophies, where grim prizes had equal value to looted riches — a dozen or so rings strung together on a cord hanged between a battered helmet and a bent sword. Deeper, in a corner alcove separated from the main room by a heavy curtain, was a haphazard pile of furs, blankets, and pillows — an impromptu bed chamber. In the kingdom, such furnishing wouldn't be worthy of even a lowly baron, but among the so-called monsters, they were luxuries few could even dream about.
As Vrex stepped inside, he dropped his captive on the trail of furs before the entrance and continued forward, thick tail trailing behind him. His hammer let out a loud THUNK as he let it rest against the side of his throne before taking a seat himself and taking a look at the dazed woman before him. Just a couple hours ago, he stepped out of The Lair to check a site for an ambush, only to be ambushed himself. His assailant was full of herself and her own skills — many were in the past, but he had to admit that she was good. Very good. Few, if any, of his men could've stood their ground against her in a single combat. That wasn't good enough for Vrex though. It took some time, but a single well landed hit of his hammer left her weapon shattered and her reeling into a nearby tree, knocking both air from her lungs and sense from her mind.
In any other case, he'd have taken a trophy from her and finished her then and there. However, after taking a closer look at her features, he decided he had other plans for the huntress. No. No longer a huntress. Just another prize.
"Silence." The hissing gravel of his voice cut off her half-conscious ramblings. "You fought and lost, you are alive by my will alone. You're nothing more but my possession now. You belong to King Vrex. Now — KNEEL and state your name, lest you want me to give you one." Looking down from his throne, eyes full of cold dominance, he gave the first of many orders she'd receive from him in her new life.
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