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Erotic Low Fantasy Setting (PatricioINTP and Cherubian)

Larnc let out a heavy sigh due to the communication problems, waving his hand with one finger out in a circle, then tries to roll her around with gentle force so her back will be up instead of down. He wanted her to be relaxed after sun set when she will be used as a comfort woman, not used up. He started massaging her back, yelled at one who whistled, and then noticed someone approaching him with a note. He let one hand move down one side of her and up the other half of her back as his other hand grab the note. Supply requirements. The sun was already starting to set, and heading to see the Higans this late will be bad etiquette. “First thing tomorrow morning”, he said in their language, keeping the note to himself.

Seeing the only Borsach outranking him for the fifth left to guard the rear, he called him over and said he is busy preparing her, and any that was good enough should get in line, best performer first. Only 15 are making up that fifth, including him and his one superior. Cutting that number down to half, only six will be given the opportunity. He figured the massaging would help get her aroused again, but did not know what other foreplay she will desire before getting hammered. Once the sun is no longer visible, the others will stop working and start looking for rest. And undoubtedly the others (and perhaps some below, though he already judged they can’t... surely they can find someone else) will beeline to her direction.

His hands continue to work her back, looking for additional signs from her while all the rest was looking for the sun to go away till tomorrow.
 
Verialyn shrugged at his gesture and without further ado turned onto her stomach, the coarse fabric lightly tickling and pricking her bare skin. She placed her head on the top end of the blanket such that she lay comfortably and looked sideways as she started to relax as good as she could. It seemed like he wanted to take her from behind, or even use her rear entrance. Well, so be it, and she even was a little curious as to how exactly he would feel like, compared to the recent double penetration. All the bigger was her surprise when all he did was to let his strong hands run over her back in a most gentle way, something usually called a massage. She closed her eyes to be better able to focus on the pleasant sensation, so much so that she became almost oblivious to her surroundings, and let out a languorous sigh now and then to let him know that she was enjoying this treatment.

She started to feel very good and comfortable, although not in a sexually aroused way, and she was trying to get the most out of this calm before the storm that sure was to come in some quantity of erect and hungry male Bosach genitalia. Not that it had to be a bad thing, she could take being used in a rough way, and actually had grown to enjoy it more than any decent girl probably should. So a small dose of anxiety was mixed with a great deal of suspense, and even some elatedness, within her.
 
When it came time several was anxious to begin. Word was passed up other comfort women were picked after it became well known they already had one. That suited Larnc fine as keeping the men under control was imperative. At first his superior said one at a time, as the first one lined up. Another, told he was caught dragging his feet and taking too many quick breaks and therefore won’t get anything, seemed upset enough to be potentially violent. Yelling and shoving, those who knew they were going to get a turn eagerly took the opportunity to scratch their desire for violence itch, beating him down.

While that one found himself surrounded and taking turns being the kick-ball by the thee who will be last, the first three was already at the ready. Larnc told her in his language to prepare herself. The lack of communication was worsen when the first one asked if she will be on top. He, already with his pants down, was laying on his back beside her, shaking his penis with one hand and squeezing her breast with the other. The third in turn was asking why one at a time, as being given the mouth treatment will be fine by him. Hearing this flurry of words, while another was getting a beating, Larnc started to get a headache wondering how to communicate to her if two or three using her at once to end it faster will be fine. He held up one, then two, then three fingers while pointing at the others while facing her.

The one already on his back, after putting his fingers in his mouth, started moving them around her clitoris and vagina. He was in no rush.
 
As soon Larnc had left her Verialyn got up into a sitting position. It could not take much longer until her 'suitors' would arrive, and just as she thought so the first of them arrived, hungry eyes on her. And soon the scene became tumultous.

At first she had thought they were fighting over her, but then she made out two words in all the yelling that could only mean 'useless' and 'slacker', putting this in a new context. So she was not free for everyone, all the better. Yer musings were interrupted rudely - or actually not that rudely - by some hand squeezing her right breast. She looked down at the Bosach lying next to her, and at his erect member roughly pointing into her direction. She already new the word for 'you', and added the ones for 'ride' and 'on top' to her growing vocabulary, as she replied to his expectant gaze with a smile of her own.

She just found enough time to lift a hand with a single outstretched finger at Larnc. This was supposed to be some fun for her as well, and so she would take her time, if she had any say in it. Then she concentrated on the fingers busying themselves between her legs. She actually leaned back a bit, focusing on the sensation in order to get aroused quickly enough, and it worked to some extent as she could feel the first moisture forming. Once that seemed enough, she switched position. Quickly one of her legs was across him and she was kneeling over him, his engorged manhood about to touch her lower lips with its tip. A quick strong grip of hers led him up and down her slit for a few times, heightening her anticipation and arousal, and when it finally seemed enough she lowered herself slowly onto him, his shaft invading and stretching her good, until finally her buttocks rested on his thighs with him hilted insider her, filling her out. Bending slightly forward, her upper body was supported by her outstretched arms, her hands planted next to his shoulders, and her weighty breasts swung freely in his field of vision.
 
The one hopping for a threesome walked in front of her, not seeing his wish as much of an option as she was over the other. And with the wide grin on his face, he did not want to interrupt without his permission. He knew Larnc really did not care as long as she is not harmed and all who were allowed to enjoy her gets some. Nowing this, he softly requested in his own language for her to put him inside her mouth.

The others, finished with the beating, came up. “Not too much, not too fast”, Larnc said, bored. “She was with two others earlier, and not that long ago. Each will get their turn, as she has the energy for it.” He hoped that will be the case. He was thankful she seemed a very willing participant, but not knowing when enough will be enough yet....

Meanwhile, the lazy one dragged himself away from the circle of anxious men and looked at them, angry. Then look at her, seeing her doing it just makes him more upset. His body was too sore, but later who knows. Just rest and wait, the thought, then if you feel better... perhaps.
 
Verialyn began to move her hips rhythmically, first upwards until only his tip was left inside her while his glistening shaft was exposed for everyone to see, and then downward imapling herself on him once again, repeating this process with increasing frequency until she had found a rhythm she was comfortable with, the friction of the Bosach's manhood against her inner walls causing her arousal to heighten again. Her breasts started to swing in rhythm with the movement of her lower body, and the first moans escaped her parted lips. She did not hold back anything in the hope that this would turn on her 'mate' below her even more.

As she rode him thusly she kept looking up to the other one standing patiently in front of her, his readily presented manhood dangling right before her face, and finally, as her arousal heightened more she gave in and leaned a bit forward, almost sucking in his length with her mouth, massaging him with her lips and tongue, as her hands were needed to support herself. Hopefully he would find that sufficient stimulation. Usually she would have preferred to give and receive full attention from each of them, but this was little additional effort, and there were four others waiting for her after all.

Servicing those two simultaneously – although she could not do too much for the the one in front of her – it did not take much longer until both of them found release and unloaded into her, almost at the same time with satisfied grunts and grins on their faces.

No sooner were they finished and off her, that the third – actually the second in line – required her attention. Like his comrade he was content to have her kneel in front of him and making eye contact with her as he held her head on both sides and thrust into her mouth.

The forth ordered her to her elbows and knees and himself kneed behind her, immediately driving his manhood into her folds. For the most part his hands were firmly locked around her hips as he humped into her, only occasionally one of them would reach below her to squeeze one of her dangling breasts for a bit, or reach forward to playfully – what a Bosach considered playfully – cause her to arch her back by pulling at her hair.

As soon as he had shot his load into her the fifth required her attention. He sat upright on the floor, his erect manhood pointing proudly skywards, and made her lower herself into his lap, facing him, while his dick invaded her rear entrance. Once she was accustomed to him she had to rise and lower herself while his hands were all over her, be it squeezing the bouncing breasts right before his face, inserting fingers into her wet snatch, or fondling and digging into her firm ass.

This session also came to an end eventually, and Verialyn who had experienced a few orgasms of her own along the way looked expectantly at the sixth and last of the Bosach as she sat on the floor, recovering from the fifth's trip up her ass. That one was the tallest, most muscular and also meanest looking of the bunch, with a large scar across his face that definitely contributed to this impression, and she wondered curiously what precisely he would want from her as he approached her with an eager grin on his face.
 
The Borsach, with his large hands, grabbed Verialyn’s shoulders and push her down to the ground, facing her up. As he moved down to his knees, his hands went down, over her breasts, then to her waist. His own legs now folded, he push her up and moved his penis inside, then when when in place, stood up on his knees and had a firm grip on her waist. His arms forcefully moved her entire body like she was just a doll while thrusting his own hips. The movements increased, the slap of skin against skin getting louder till he can’t possibly most any faster. Finally he let out a yell. Despite unloading into her, though weaker, he kept going. Going for yet a second round, like he was pushing himself, it was not as hard or fast. The time he took was longer, and seem to be getting increasingly angry at himself, till he finally just let go of her. Falling forward, his palms hitting the ground, more ejaculate came out and he finally collapsed. He was still conscious laying next to her, but breathing hard.

The leader above Larnc ordered everyone out. Two others tried to help the last one, but he shoo them and walked slowly away. Larnc himself, grabbing a towel, threw it over to Verialyn with a nod of approval. He pointed at the pond and where she can sleep. As long as she stay near, he did not care where she went. His need for her was passed and was free to do whatever else she wanted. He himself went for the bedroll a little more than an arms length from her and pulled out the item list he will have to get tomorrow morning.
 
Now that was one wild finale. Verialyn had come almost in time with him both times, and now was definitely satiated and happy that no more were to come. It seemed six had been just the right number.

When it was over Verialyn herself just lay there on the floor with a blissful smile on her face for at least a minute after the last of her suitors for the evening had dragged himself aways, catching her breath, and also reliving the more interesting moments of the past half hour, her vagina still leaking sperm to the ground and throbbing from the intense treatment she had received. But finally she willed herself to get up, taking the towel with her for another, even more refreshing, bath in the cool nearby pond. As she was done she headed for her own bedroll almost immediately, stopping only briefly to look over Larnc's shoulder nad have a glance at the document he was studying. However, while her spoken Bosach had made a little progress in the past day, her written one was just as hopeless as before, and unable to read anything she continued.

With a final good-night wave to her new superior she finally settled down on her own bedroll, covered herself under the blanket, curled up a bit and eventually drifted off to sleep.
 
Larnc woke up yearly the next morning. He let Verialyn sleep a little longer while gathering his things, making sure he had enough for the trip. This included a single piece of clothing that looked like a black, hooded cloak that was loose and went down a little more than her knees. It stood out from the light gray rock of the mountain, but will keep her body covered and decent in front of the Higans. Food, weapons (including hers), and of course the money and list were checked and double checked.

When all Larnc could do was done, he moved over her and shook her gently. When it seemed she was waking up, he handed her the cloak. While he thought he had good reason to make her disobey an order, he wanted something else that was more risky. Taking her armor, and with his body blocking her line of sight, he put it in a backpack and snapped it shut. Once she had the cloak on, he tossed it to her. Then grabbing some food, he handed it to her and made a follow me motion as he started leaving the camp.
 
At first Verialyn looked at the cloak curiously. The orders had been clear in what clothes she was allowed to wear - none. So she looked back up at Larnc, and directly asked him "Are you sure about this?". Of course no reply came, not even when she tried again, this time in Bosach with the few fragments of their language she had learned "You ... sure?". Larn just kept doing whatever preparations he was doing and seemed to ignore her.

Well, she could always blame him when worst came to worst, and so she finally shrugged her shoulders, got up and warpped the piece of clothing around her. It actually felt a little kinky, being completely naked underneath. What a great exhibitionist she would make she thought with a wry grin, before she caught the backpack tossed at her. So she was also supposed to be his pack mule? This was getting better and better...

Wondering where he would lead them as she had not expected to leave the camp so soon - wasn't this another direct order she was violating? - she followed him quietly, keeping her eyes and ears open.
 
Larnc notice how she was behaving with the cloak, and did not try to bother with explaining the orders he was given. Be the girl’s supervisor. Get resupply. Don’t tick the Higans off. Still, once on the road he couldn’t go ahead of her (or have her be out of his sight) or behind her (since she does not know where to go). So he walked next to her, at times taking her arm or hand when they had to move in another direction than forward. Sure she has been very well behaved but past behavior does not always equal future actions.

Of course it was not much of a walk... just under an hour. It occured to him that since the Higans might know the human’s language, and therefore might be able to communicate in something other than hand signs. The first one they saw was just kneeling on the ground minding his own business, dressed like a typical Higan. Shorts that went almost to the knee and a very large, loose shirt. While the Higan seem to just stare out into the horizon, Larnc knew he had his eye on them.

The community proper was part on a flat clearing, part on the side of the mountain with pulleys and platforms, and part inside. Larnc height only went up about half of one of their chests. They can easily pat his head if they want. They had no hair on the top but sprouts of hair was found in various other parts of their body: the back side of their arm and legs and down their side of their abadomen being most common. The only thing that made it easy to tell the females from the males is their preference to wear one long piece of clothing that covered most of their body and perhaps their bust.

Larnc put his hand behind Verialyn back as holding her arm might cause some of them to get suspicious. As long as she stayed quiet and don’t any attention, he can be in and out with what they needed. But he feared they want him to rest and take it easy. Being mid morning, he prayed he can move on before they insist both of them should stay for lunch. As he went inside he got a little nervous.
 
The trip was not particularly kind to her bare feet, but Verialyn was tougher than a human and so they withstood the harshness of nature almost unblemished. She had walked through worse before, and for longer. And so they finally reached the Higan encampment.

She had met single Higan's before, but never been in one of their settlements briefly, and it was quite the sight the way it was built into the mountain, using the natural geography. Higans really were a reclusive race, and there had been nor reason to infirnge. So she was glad to finally haev the opportunit and in stark contrast to Larnc's eagerness to leave she took her time and took in all the details she could see, her head turning and her eyes wandering over the scene that was unfolding.

So when one of the Higan's, in broken Common, offered them a place to sit and have a meal she did not wait for Larnc's reaction and took them up on the offer, sitting down around one of the fires and taking the offered food. Without her noticing the upper part of her cloak had slipped to the sides somewhat, far from revealing her nipples but displaying quite a bit of cleavage and hinting at the fact that she did not wear much if anything beneath.
 
The Higan, noticing the cleavage, made a little sound of mild shock and then tried to keep his eyes off of it. Larnc, in his own language, tried to explain Verialyn was of some use to them, but since they don’t speak the same language, if he can translate for him. When Larnc heard the affirmative, he went in front of Verialyn and holding his hand in front of her said one word. “He wants you to stay”, said the Higan, staring at the ceiling instead of looking at her.

Larnc then left, looking for the supplier. If he can get this done fast enough, then when the Higans are out of sight he might have some time with Verialyn for himself. Finally. As long as he makes it back by mid afternoon and nothing unexpected happens. The actual buying on the variety of supplies though would take some time.
 
Verialyn just made herself comfortable. She was not finished with eating yet, and so was quite happy about the opportunity for some more rest. And while she was at it she might as well talk with the Higan that was accompanying her and to her mild surprise also spoke Common.

So between two bites she looked straight at him, or rather up at his ten foot frame, and began "Nice to meet you, I am Verialyn, and whom do I have the honor with? But why are you looking away from me, do Higans consider humans that ugly?"
 
Seeing that the human female wants to make conversation, the Higan went to grab a chair and sat close to her, though her curves was still there for him to see. Looking at the floor, he answered. “Morlerk is my name.” He tried to sound polite but found it hard as her lack of embarrassment was rubbing off on him as an embarrassment. “You looked surprised when I spoke to you. We deal with all races willing to deal fairly. But... the... ‘hills’ on you... chest... are more like tall ‘mountains’.”

Due to their culture, the language of love is filled with metaphors and idioms. While poetry exist using them, its for when the “stag wants to be in the garden” behind closed doors. Despite both the Higans and the Borsach being the most primitive of the races, the former is more private and quiet while the latter more public and loud. This despite the fact one Higan can beat up a single Borsach more often than not. It was said centuries ago, due to their size and strength, being introverted in public became more respected than one who might accidentally harm a smaller race. And that cultural thought spread through other aspects of their culture.

Morlerk himself loved their form of erotica but has yet to find one to share it with. He has not ‘tasted the lillies’ or have in turn had one ‘taste his vine’. And seeing Verialyn with so much cleavage showing without embarrassment... egads! “Higan women often wear more than that. Don’t know why you are with Borsach, but do know they have... more ‘winds and storms’ then we do.” While he was using their language and was using the metaphors correctly, he wondered if Verialyn could figure them out. He folded his hands and looked directly down.
 
Verialyn listened to him intently, slowly getting a grasp on their very flowery way of expressing themselves. As her understanding grew she nodded to what he had to say. As it seemed Morlerk finally had finished, she spoke back, not able to suppress a grin.

"Oh yes, Morlerk, you are quite right, a Bosach's mind often walks with the hairy snake. So you are saying that Higan's do not let their spirits reign as freely or as often? But surely there must be admirable mountain ranges amongst your folk as well? But tell me, when the mountains are your way of living, why are you afraid to let your eyes wander over them as your feet do?"

She was a little unsure of what else to say as of yet, careful not to overstep in this obviously sensible territory.
 
Morleck, while he kept himself quiet, was laughing inside at her attempts to mix actual meanings with the metaphors, especially the last sentence. He knew why she was with the Borsach, and while he does not approve of this part of their culture, at least they are both mutually respecting each other. So talk won’t be that bad. “If one just admires the mountain without looking inside, when the... spelunking... begins it might not be pleasant. Besides, its easier to look inside a person than an actual mountain. In which case the curves of her mountain could matter less.”

He shifted his body, wondering if anyone might be dropping in, while having such of a conversation. “Plus you know what happens when you eat too many sweets. That too. When two become one they in our culture, they are given a full week to casually explore. Take the time to know the other, and find out what the other likes and work best. Every stag and garden is different. A stag rampaging through garden after garden may be getting variety, but in what condition will the gardens be after that? A stag who find himself with just one garden can shape that garden to how both he and the garden would mutually benefit.”
 
Verialyn nodded. "I can see that point And it is a good way to handle this, I have to agree. But I notice some strangely asymmetrical perception, common not only to your kind. Everyone thinks about stags that want to frequent more than one garden, but who considers the gardens that would suffer if they were maintained by the same stag all the time? Many gardens indeed flourish under the meticulous care of a well meaning stag, but for some gardens their beauty lies in their natural wildness and variety and any attempt to cultivate them would only lessen that."

Indeed, the thought of being limited to one man was not something Verialyn relished, although she did understand the allure it held for others. It also did not mean she was particular keen on trying out a Higan, as she foresaw physical problems due to their size differences. She was simply stating her opinion - and her matter of fact tone reflected that - as it infuriated her a bit that the concept of a womanizing man was quite common in many cultures, and often an object of secret admiration, while women that liked to bed a variety of men were an unpleasant afterthought, derided as whores and sluts.
 
The Higan seemed upset with her words, backing off knowing that she was more Borsach than he liked. “Well, I have other tasks to do. Excuse me.”, his mouth said in a pleasant tone, but not his face. Shortly after getting up Larnc hustled back and glanced over at Verialyn direction, smiling, then in a hushed tone asked Morleck something. He responded quietly, Verialyn recognizing the Borsach language and its disgusted tone, but none of the words specifically. Larnc wished to use them for translation purposes but seeing this one at least disapproved of her, and he suspected why, he can live without it. At least it seems she did not actually came on them, and if the Higan is only ticked off than mad, he will consider that a victory.

Standing in front of her, Larnc lessen his load and motioned for Verialyn to follow and carry some of the needed purchases he had to make. He had a wide grin on his face, curious what actually did happened. He just wanted to finish business and get out since anything that transpire is just business. Other Higans, respectful as always, bowed and said good bye. It was only when they were out of sight that he put an arm around her and gave her a soft peck on the cheek.

It was early and Larnc knew had time. And while a part of him of course wanted Verialyn for her assigned purpose. But as an officer, he had other interests in her and willing to risk it. Stopping, he first put down his stuff. He held up one finger, then holding up both hands opened he said their world which can mean calmness and truce. He than dug out her armor and swords and told her in his language to equipped them in a friendly tone. After doing so, he pulled out his own sword and seemed to be warming up with it.
 
Verialyn had to smile inwardly at the Higan's reaction. It seemed men of all races were not that different deep down inside. Well, she would know next time, should she ever need to be diplomatic around one of the large folk.

As things were now, though, she did not mind that their stay here was rather short, and without any comment or visible reaction just followed Larnc's lead out of the camp. His 'friendly' gesture was the first indication that they would not head directly back to the Bosach camp. Not that she was surprised, rather she wondered why he had not attempted to be serviced by her sooner.

All the more surprised was she when he dug out her clothes, armor and swords, and unambiguously gestured for her to put them on. Not only was that another extremely clear violation of her current orders, she also wondered what would necessiate such an action. She continued to muse as she got dressed and strapped on her sword belts. Did her expect a hostile encounter on the way back? No, he seemed just too composed and relaxed for that. And why was he warming up now, did he know something she did not?

Fully prepared she continued to look at him, observing his technique, and finally she got the right idea. Would he really want to spar with her, to see how good she could fight? She would soon find out, and prepared herself for his first move should that be the case. She would stay defensive at first, to see what his intentions are.
 
Larnc waited for Verialyn to dress, walking away a few paces, pulling out his sword, and swinging it a few times. When she finished and held her weapon defensively, he shrugged then threw some blows against her ready parry. He started with a moderate one then plans to increase his blow’s power till she either staggers or quit. He was not trying to hurt her, rather to just see if she can indeed hold her own. He was not though planning on her attacking our countering. If she does, he will be both happy and surprised. He won’t hold back when it comes to his own defense.
 
At first Verialyn was just content fending off his attacks, using only her bastard sword and not bothering with her short sword, just like she usually did against single opponents. Partly her hesitation came from the fact that she was still thinking about how exactly to proceed. Should she let Larnc win, hold back enough to make it a tie, or give him a glimpse of what she was capable of? Finally her decision was made. It was not like he could go around and tell anyone what was about to happen, since to do that he'd have to admit that he himself gave her back her weapon and armor, and even ordered her to put it on. So she would use the opportunity to get a bit of practice in.

Larnc was capable fighter, and a fit Bosach to boot, but he had at best a decade's worth of combat practice and was limited to the capabilities of his natural physique. All these restrictions did not apply to her, and so as soon as she went on the offensive he became aware of what he had gotten himself into. Almost without effort she played with him, time and again the flat side of her weapon hitting him all over his body. When she finally decided to end this, or at least give him pause to think, a quick combination paired with a well placed kick sent him stumbling and falling onto his back as his sword was twisted from his hands sent flying into the nearby bushes in a wide arc.

That done she took a few steps back and watched him intently, her sword still held casually in her hand. She doubted he would pull a throwing knife from somewhere or try another cheap trick, but it never hurt to be prepared, especially after what must have been quite a hit to his ego.
 
At first, the parries was normal and nothing of note, till he started to get hit with the blunt side of Verialyn’s sword. Instead of getting upset, a smile went on his face. Not trying to push back harder yet, he did not let up as he wanted to see if she will go further... till Larnc found himself staring up in the sky. He yelled something in his language, dazed, then wondering where his weapon went. Sitting up, slightly in pain yet laughing slightly, he looks for his sword then jumps up, grabs it, and put it back in his scabbered.

His superiors were missing out if Verialyn can fight well enough to knock one back like that with him putting out ‘normal’ effort. Yet she submitted as a... ! A confused look went over Larnc’s face as he thought that, picking up the long cloak she had before. He started talking, at first normal then quickly mumbling, as he knew she could not understand his language. He was saying if it was possible for her to wear just the cloak and have the blades under it, leaving the armor off. He paused for a moment trying to think how to best communicate that when a sound let off.

Larnc knew of it. It sounded like a boom, toward his camp, but further down the mountain. Since the previous king of Kent tried to push the boundaries of magic... which was unpredictable and dangerous enough... only to have his dreams of glory turn into a self-afflicted suicide, the current king went another route. Chemists discovered how to make an explosive black powder to work, along with other technological improvements. They say they were entering a new age. But the black powder is as dangerous and unpredictable as magic as far as many was concerned. It might have got them through the mountain, sure. With careful charges and still it backfired on them at times. But putting it in what Kent called in their language a ‘cannon’ was yet another form of self-afflicted suicide.

So Larnc just tosses the cloak back to Verialyn, not bothering with telling her anything now, and started marching off. He just wonders if he should head back to camp or go after those with the cannon.
 
Verialyn tried her best to make sense of his combined mumbling and gesturing, picking up fragments she recognized by now like "wear cloak", "no armor" and "hide weapon". At least that was her guess, and this time it proved correct. It seemed she was slowly making a bit of progress in learning Bosach. Not that she had any idea of his motivation behind that, but he would surely tell her if she was wrong.

She was about to reach for the first clasp of her armor when the loud booming sound could be heard in the distance. Her thoughts went on similar tracks as Larnc's, and she knew she better not dally around. Catching the cloak she immediately stripped down naked, only keeping her shoes on for the way back to the camp. After that she re-equipped her sword belt. An immediate 'I must look like I came right out of some weird male fantasy' flashed through her head as she did that. Quickly the cloak was draped over it all, and folding her clothing and armor into a nice bundle she hurried after Larnc, handing him those items as soon as she had caught up.
 
When Verialyn handed him her leather folded, Larnc tried to hide the realization that he left the items he brought behind. Not that it was his biggest concern now, as another fire went off. He opt to follow the sound, tyring to keep an eye out and bending low, till the third shot went off. Along with an explosion and rising smoke, not leaving any doubt where the attackers where. Pulling out his own sword and getting ready, he went to the ground and crawled close to the cannon, now in flames.

The Kentites were busy getting rid of the flames while cursing. “We can do more damage to the Borsach if we just give them all the black powder they want”, said one, speaking the same language but in a distinctly different accent compared to Dys. The cannon itself was small, built into a cart that can be carried by two with a swivel mechanism. As such, the fire was not that serious, but moving it around may prove difficult.

Three were busy getting rid of the flames while two others stood to the side. A horse with a cart was a little further back. One of the two not working on the fire had a small telescope. “I think we either buried something important or a cave entrance on the ground. Scouts are heading this way.” His tone was a combination of sorrow and frustration.

Larnc knew hardly anything of what they were saying, or for that matter what the heck they were using. All he knew was they were outnumbered 5 to 2 and unless he sees a good opportunity to quickly dispatch one or is otherwise forced to fight, he rather watch and observe until (and if) backup arrives.
 
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