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Rich wage war and the poor die (Felixia & Askeladd)

Askeladd

Askeladd

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Arthuria was a peaceful land ruled by the king of course who seemed to deal out fair justice to all, the land was united or so most people thought, but there were two high lords who were fighting over a small piece of territory. High Lord Agthar believed the land to be stolen from his ancestors by High Lord Bellethane's ancestors and demanded it back, but High lord Bellethane refused under the grounds that his ancestors had ruled the land here for over one hundred years. It was a petty argument that had drawn the attention of all the high lords and the king himself, as a result the king ruled that the two lords would have to agree to some sort of treaty or fight over the land. Whoever won the battle would gain the land forever, but he would not allow them to seek help from allies or from the king's army, as a result it would be only their personal armies which barely numbered at five hundred each. The High lord's agreed to their king's ruling and soon prepared for battle, the days stretched thin as it approached and now that day had arrived, each of the High lords had chosen to fight instead of try and negotiate with each other which proved their arrogance and stupidity to others.

It was near the mid afternoon when the heavy steps of armored men and beasts could be heard, High lord Agthar's army marched towards the land that High Lord Bellethane ruled for now. Their exact numbers unknown but it was suspected that he had pulled every able bodied man to battle from his estate to swell his forces to near seven hundred rather than five hundred, it was a clever move as it gave him more soldiers but he did not seek help from others. Leading the personal army of High lord Agthar was Knight Michael Welkin he was not called sir Welkin because he disliked the sound of being called sir, most of the soldiers referred to him as knight Michael or just Michael. Though there were occasions where sir would be brought out as his title, he marched the army to face their enemies who waited just outside of the village that was ruled by Bellethane. 'How foolish of them to stage a battle right outside of the village, their commander is not worried for the safety of the villagers at all' Michael thought to himself grimly as he pulled himself from his horse. Bellethane's army was a mere five hundred and with a battle on open ground the seven hundred of Agthar's army would overrun them in no time. The horn sounded and soon the battle began, each army charging towards the other as men let out hoarse cries to steady their nerves and to try and frighten the enemy that drew nearer with every step that each of them took.
 
Hurrying after her mistress and master, Janice Hillock struggled under their heavy bags. They kept arguing over what to take and what to leave behind, they knew their lord's army would lose, so it was just about remaining unscathed. She carried nearly half a dozen bags, all holding clothing, jewelry, and heirlooms. She was dressed in a simple servants robe, held together with a leather belt. She stood 5'8'', and wasn't strongly build for this kind of labor, more of just cleaning and looking beautiful. She was treated like the mistress' doll, always being dressed up in outfits to see if the mistress would look good in them. Having lived in the village fore nigh on 10 years, she had just turned 17 years of age. The mistress had promised to release her for the 18th birthday, as a sign of good faith as for her dedication as a servant. But now...that looked like it might go up in flames if they did not hurry up. "Mistress....*grunt* may I suggest that we hurry?" She asked, taking on yet another bag of treasure. Her mistress turned and regarded her for a moment. "Yes yes...just making sure we got everything of import." Their carriage was waiting outside, and it would be only a quick jog across the manor garden to reach it.
 
Michael was one of the first to reach the front lines of the battle, his body broad but lean instead of burly like most men favored, he preferred speed over power in times of having to deal with multiple opponents like this. His armor covered his six foot tall body and his mid length crimson hair shined in the light as it struck it, he felt the thudding impact of a shield on his shoulder as he slammed his way through the line of Bellethane's men. His metallic black armor was a sight to behold by the enemies who saw him, his sword flashed and blood sprayed across his face only adding to the ghastly image that they saw before them, he was like a grim reaper come from hell to claims their lives and souls for his own. But he did not think such a thing he merely fought as he had been ordered to do so, he fought for his own life at the moment, and within just a few moments his emerald hued eyes witnessed the breaking of the enemy lines.

Bellethane's men fell back in a rush as they lost all hope of winning, besides Michael there was Agthar's right hand man Helios who was cutting people in twain with his large claymore which resembled more of a iron club than a sword as he enjoyed the ripping of bodies rather than the cutting of them. There was also Ergos who was taking men out from a distance with his bow, he was the only archer that Michael had ever seen actually join in the middle of a battle without using a sword, whether they were two feet or twenty feet away his bow was easily used. With Bellethane's men in full retreat there was a rush of enemy and allies running towards the village now, while most of the officers got stuck dealing with the remaining men the men who were not so chivalrous ran into the town to start pillaging what they could. The sounds of screaming could be heard in the front of the village as nearly a hundred of high lord Agthar's men swept into the village now.
 
They had just left the manor and were walking towards the carriage when a gang of soldiers, who looked more like militia then actually footsoldiers, descended upon them. The two masters screamed before they were cut down as they turned to flee. Before they had even landed the soldiers started to loot them, ripping off their valuables. Janice screamed and threw down the bags, hoping to distract them as s he tried to run away. It worked...abit too well. They believed she had even more treasure on her and a small group detached and chased after her, leaving the others to go through the bags. She had barely made it into the middle of the street before she was tackled down and pinned under the weight of a smelly brute. "Hur hur hur, I gotz er boss." He laughed, picking her up and pinning her arms behind her back. "Please...I...I am just a maid!" She cried out, eyes wide with fear. "You ear that boys? Just a maid! She seems too shapely for such a job...maybe you should help us polish our swords then! Get to cleaning!" The ringleader laughed and pulled out his actual sword, chopping straight through her robe and belt, exposing her nakedness. "She screamed as the men then dropped their trousers, the brute pushed her down onto her knees and forced her mouth open. The leader grinned and shoved his cock into her mouth, thrusting in and out quickly, enjoying her. "Mmmmm, oh boys, we got a keeper!" The four other men laughed and jerked off slowly,feeling her body as their boss had fun. After several minutes, she was covered in spunk, her mouth was filled, and she was just crying silently as the next guy stepped forward.
 
The battle was all but over now as the rest of Bellethane's men had either surrendered or been chopped down, Michael now back on his horse rode into the town with a company of two hundred real soldiers. As he saw the pillaging and raping of women all over his teeth were grit tightly, "round up the men who are pillaging and raping if they resist cut them down" he said in a cold tone as he drove his horse towards a group of men. He could see a man thrusting his length in and out of her mouth roughly as another grabbed her hips and pulled her towards his own aching shaft, she was going to be raped within seconds or so the men around her gleefully thought, the sound of ringing metal could be heard as Michael drew out his metallic black sword. He was on them in but a second, his sword flashing down to decapitate the man who was about to violate the young hybrid, then he spun on his horse to thrust his blade right through the heart of the man thrusting his manhood into her mouth. The other three stood frozen at the knight looked down at them with furious eyes, "death to those who cannot honor the code" Michael's voice deep and cold as his arm swept across quickly and he cut all three of their throats with one slice. They fell together with their pants dropped and a shocked look on their faces, Michael looked down to the young hybrid on her knee's now, his free hand came down and his cold expression soon turned to a warm one as he gave her a little smile "are you okay ma'am?".
 
She was looking down at the blood splattered ground and ignored him completely. Janice reached up to her face and slowly wiped the blood and semen from her face, wiping it off of her torn robe. Standing up slowly, her eyes just showed a blank expression, and she slowly started to wander back to her home. Stumbling forward into the garden, she moved to the stripped and looted bodies of her masters and dropped to her knees. "I told you damn fools to move faster...." She said, hanging her head. "So...god....damn....close...." She cried fully, her brain slowly taking in everything that had just happened in such a short time. She stayed like that for awhile, masterless, violated, and now homeless.
 
Michael could see that she was in shock as he had seen it enough times to know what it looked like, he slid from his horse as she began to walk back towards her home, though it was more of a shambling than walking at this point. He grabbed a blanket from his horse on the side and walked towards the young hybrid as she looked down at the couple who had been stripped completely for their valuables. He noted that she was crying over their bodies and he walked towards her slowly, very gently he placed the blanket around her shoulders before backing up a bit so she would not attempt to hurt him in case she thought him to be like them. From what he could tell she was simply a servant of some kind and these were her old employers to which he was not surprised they were dead seeing the amount of valuables they tried to take on their carriage, "miss would you like to come with me? I can offer work, food and shelter" he said in that deep but gentle voice of his as he stood behind her.
 
She hugged the blanket close to her body and looked up through bright red hair, tears still streaming out of her eyes. She reached over and picked up a silver bracelet that was left behind and held it to her chest. Standing up, Janice turned to the man who had saved her, "These were your men, this is your fault...all of this!" She coughed out hoarsely, gesturing to the burning and looted houses. She shambled over to him and looked up into his eyes, "I guess I am your slave now...." She held up her wrists, still clutching the little bracelet in her hands. She noticed for the first time how filthy she was, sperm, blood, and sweat covered most of her body, which was still exposed for the most part. She felt like trash, and looked the part.
 
Michael could not deny such accusations even if they were only half true, he nodded slowly as she shambled over to him and then said that she was his slave he raised an eyebrow at her calmly. He could not blame her for thinking that all of his men and he himself was like that, he shook his head nonetheless "I take no slaves the only people that work for me are those willing" he said in that gentle voice of his. As he looked over her body he could see why those men wanted her so, even through the grime he noticed the curves and fullness of her body that was quite nice on her. He smiled at her once again "if you would like to come with me then we can go and get you a bath at the camp" he said calmly though as he looked around he could see almost every one of the one hundred men that had come in to pillage and rape rounded up in a circle of his men now.
 
She just nodded and followed him, thinking a bath would be good....maybe a hot one. It would need to be hot....blood was hard to get out of nearly anything. She had to clean up blood spills before...never a fun exercise. She walked after him, limping a little from the tackle she sustained, her leg was agitated and sparked a flare of pair each time she rested some weight on it. She bit back most of the pain, and continued to follow her new master, not believing his lies of people working under him freely. She stopped when he stopped and looked past the circle of guards to the other militia, clearly seeing their pockets bulging with loot and pants hastily pulled up. "Sir...I....I need to collect my mistress'....my ex owners valuables....there was a few things she...wanted me to have..." She help up the bracelet, "This was one of them..." The bracelet was a bright silver with a crimson gem set in the middle, with an inscription in a language he couldn't understand around the gem. "Its....my mom's...." She choked back her emotions, "She....she is all I remember of my home."
 
Michael led her and the horse towards the ring of men and his glare was enough to make anyone's blood run cold, he was just about to give the order to execute these mongrels not worthy of being called men when the young hybrid spoke to him. As she asked if she could collect some of her mistress's belongings he looked back to her with a warm smile before nodding, he listened to her as she said that there were items in there that were hers. "Take whatever you believe belongs to you miss it is fine, after that please get on my horse so as no to exacerbate your limping any further" he said in a soft tone so she would know he was not making her get on the horse but advising her to do so. He turned back towards the ring of his men and walked towards one of them "for the crimes of theft, murder, and rape these men are put to death by my orders, I alone will deal with the consequences from High Lord Agthar if they come, now execute these dogs where they stand" he ordered in a deep powerful tone. He turned away back towards the young hybrid as his men speared, slashed, and cut down the men who had thought they were merely going to be reprimanded by the knight.
 
She hobbled back to where the group that had raped her had fallen, and slowly went through their belongings, finding most of her things. She slipped on her mom's wedding ring and her father's good luck necklace. The ring was an identical twin to the necklace, and the necklace was a leather strap with a purple crystal attached to it, surrounded by a silver star. She sighed softly and muttered a short prayer to the souls of her parents, kneeling down painfully, the holding the necklace. She stood up after awhile and groaned softly looking over to the knight and hobbling over to him, holding the blanket closed over her. "Alright...I am ready to go." She looked up at the horse, and look back at him, "Can you....?" After several tries, with his help, she finally got up onto the horse, uncomfortable with her legs spread but was happy her leg wouldn't be hurt anymore.
 
Michael watched her calmly as she gathered her belongings from the pile of treasures, he wondered what she might get and he saw her grabbed a ring, a necklace and then he watched as she said a short prayer to whom he did not know. As he helped her get up to the horse he could not help it as the blanket went up a little and showed a small portion of her lovely rear, he did not stare and but he did take note of it before grabbing the reins of the horse. He smiled to the young hybrid and began to lead her towards the camp "would you mind telling me your name miss?" he asked in a gentle tone, he did not want to make her feel like she had to do anything he just wanted to make her feel safe.
 
"Janice....Janice Hillock." She said, as they made their way through the camp. It was strangely quiet...with only a fraction of the army actually in camp. There was a good amount of screaming and yelling from one side of the camp, obviously the medical tents. She shuddered and tried not to think about what the doctors had to do to try to save a person. They made their way through the camp, heading towards the middle where a larger then average tent was set up. She watched as the knight tied the horse's reins up to the hitch, "What is your name, my rescuer..." She used his help to get down, showing yet more of her body to him, thought she didn't mind that much at the moment. Clutching her blanket tight, she made sure no soldiers eyed her body. The soldiers did see her and made lewd winks to the Knight as he ushered her into the tent, closing the tent flaps.
 
"Janice is a very nice name" Michael said in a soft tone as they maneuvered between the other tents, he did not care for the looks that the men were giving him as they must have thought he took a woman for himself. But he could not control what they thought of him so he merely helped her from the horse while she asked his name, "My name is Michael Welkin, it is a pleasure to meet you Janice even under these circumstances" he said softly. As he closed the tent flap he turned to a woman dressed in a long green dress with a red wolf carrying a sword in it's mouth on her shoulder, Michael smiled to the woman who was maybe a little older than Janice "Maria hot water please fill up the tub quickly" Maria nodded "of course knight Michael right away" she said before going out of the tent.
 
"Who was that?" She asked, looking around and noticing the few things that were in the tent. "There was a table surrounded by chairs, and three flaps that cut off sections of the tent. She wandered around and looked inside them. One was a bedroom, with a cot, pillow, and a blanket draped over it. Moving over to the next one, it was a mini store room, probably with treasure and the armies war chest. She smiled and chuckled softly, moving over to the next one, it looked like a servants bedroom, probably that girl Maria's. It was pretty sparse as well, with a matching sleeping arrangement, but also a chest. After exploring, she walked back to the table and sat down, keeping the blanket around her body.
 
Michael looked to Janice calmly "that is Maria, she is my servant but she is paid she is not just given food and shelter I pay her" he said calmly, "her parents were on the opposite side of a campaign, by the time I arrived there they were all dead she had hid in the forest while every else died". He said in a soft tone while letting Janice look at everything that was within his tent, "that was two maybe three years ago at this point, she is only a year older than you probably" he said in a calm tone, "the symbol of the wolf carrying a sword on her shoulder proves that she works for me". He told her with a little smile "it is embroidered in clothing, engraved on armor, or tattooed onto flesh" he said in the same calm tone as he held up his right hand and showed her the palm which showed a crimson wolf tattooed directly into the palm of his hand.
 
She sighed, "I still don't believe it. I'm sorry if that upsets you, but I don't believe it." She stood up when Maria arrived back with hot water, and quickly filled up the bathtub near the back of the tent. She stood up and moved over to the tub, dipping her hand into it. "Mmmmmm, that feels good." She said, looking to the side and finding the flap. "I guess I will get cleaned up...Though I doubt I can just wear a blanket all the time." She dropped the flap then dropped the blanket and dropped her ruined robe. She slowly slid into the water and hissed loudly, the water rubbing against a shallow cut that just now got felt from her waist to her collar bone. "Wow...they nearly killed me..." She muttered, and watched the water quickly turn red as the blood flowed from her skin.
 
Michael looked at her curiously as she said that she could still not believe him, but he did not get angry instead he simply nodded while giving her a gentle smile. He would not try to make her believe he would simply let her do as she wished to an extent for now, "I'm sure that Maria has some clothing you can wear" he said calmly before looking to Maria who nodded "I do indeed Knight Michael" Maria then looked to Janice "would you like to wear purple to match your jewelery?". While Maria spoke to Janice Michael went to his bed and sat down, he could feel his armor dragging him down, his body covered in a light sheen of sweat even though it was not that hot today.
 
"Purple would be fine, Maria." She said, enjoying the feeling of warm water, though after a few minutes she sat up and began to scrum at her skin, muttering curses every so often. Most of the blood had washed out, but some stayed in crevices. "So," She called out to Michael, who she hoped was still in the tent," What are all the benefits of being one of your...workers?" She had no other options at the moment, and decided she might as well try to make a new living. Maria looked healthy and well fed...maybe she would be treated the same way. She continued to scrub away, getting the tried semen and blood off of her. After turning her flesh red from the scrubbing, she finally laid back down, knowing she would have to get out of the cold water soon.
 
Maria nodded and headed off to get a long purple dress, like her own it had the wolf carrying a sword on the shoulder, Michael of course stayed outside of the bathing area and was taking off pieces of his armor now. The fighting was done and he could wear leather for the rest of the day without appearing to be a ruffian, that was when he heard Janice call out to him asking what the benefits were to being one of his workers. "Well you get free food, shelter, you actually get paid and under my mark there is not a man alive that will touch you without your permission" his tone was soft but sincere and firm hoping that perhaps she would understand that he was not trying to trick her, at this point Maria had returned with the long purple dress and waited for Janice to come out of the tub.
 
She thought it over for a few minutes, thinking that his offer was better then anything she had previously been offered....What the hell. "Alright, I will become your servant." She stood up and gout out of the cold tub, using the blanket to dry herself off. She reached out from the flap and grabbed the dress, pulling it in and dressing. She stepped out and finished tightening the belt. "Not bad on the clothing, its comfortable." She spun around, watching the little trail the dress made behind her. "I'm starving, do you have any food I could eat, sir...?" She remembered she had just pledged to be his and her old habits started to resurface.
 
Michael was glad that she was willing to become his servant as he was not sure if he could have just left her out there on her own, she was young and she had just lost everything so she probably wouldn't have lasted long. He smiled as she came out in the purple dress "I must admit that the dress only adds to your beauty Janice" he said softly as she spun around in it, he could see the curves of her body quite nicely "do you need a hole cut in the back for your tail or is it okay?". His head swiveled to Maria once more "three plates of food Maria and make sure they give us the extra biscuits as well" he said in a playful tone as she took off right away, "please call me Michael, everyone always says sir or knight it gets old very quickly".
 
She shrugged and sat down at the table. "My tail is fine, I normally just have it coiled around my waist as is." She leaned over a little and looked at the map, noticing the surrounding villages and towns. "Now that you have won...where will you be going?" She asked, still thinking that the army was a beast that only lived on fighting and raping. She felt sorry for the neighboring people...there would be more fighting, and more killing, and most likely more plundering. She stood up and looked down at the map, seeing some nearby woods marked. "Ohh...I know that place...that was supposed to be a camp or something." She turned to face Maria as she came back with plates of food, sitting down when it was placed in front of her. "What would be my duties?" She asked, picking up an apple and biting into it.
 
Michael looked to her calmly as she said that her tail was usually wrapped around her waist anyways "that is a shame it is pretty like the rest of you Janice" he said in that trademark gentle tone of his. As she asked where they would be going Michael sat back in his chair and smiled widely "home most likely, the agreement was whoever won the battle would claim the land and nothing more so as a result High Lord Agthar no owns the land that High Lord Bellethane had" he told her casually. When Maria came in Michael could see his plate loaded with meat with lots of gravy making him lick his lips, "the camp is not a big deal under the order of the king they will flee back to the estate, as for your duties it is simple enough, cleaning the tent, sewing ripped clothing, cleaning my armor, tending to my horse and such things" he said softly before biting into a chunk of meat quickly.
 
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