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One objective down, and another one came up, one he already knew. His golden eyes looked over the people before him. Four, low leveled thugs, most likely bandits by how they were acting. A smirk stretched across Isaac's face as he slowly unraveled the chain around his arm. This would seem too easy. Not only was his weapon stronger, it had the reach to boot.

"Joke's on you," he chuckled coldly as the bandit rushed him, "I don't have any gold!" with all his might he swung out with his weapon, the spiked iron ball swinging through the air before it collided with the bandit's face with a sickening thud. Blood splattered along the ground as he no doubt cracked the man's skull, sending his body bouncing to the side before sliding to a stop, his head bleeding profusely.

Isaac turned his eyes towards the remaining three men as he pulled his ball back, no dripping with the first man's blood. A low chuckle escaped from his grinning mouth as he watched them.

"My turn!"

He then lashed out at the man furthest to the right, the ball arcing through the air towards him as he gripped the end of the chain. His first real fight. This would be fun!
 
The first four bandits were dispatched easily, their bodies mangled by the chain and ball. However, the bandits weren't out of the count yet. The unmistakeable hiss of an arrow reached Issac's ears just in time for him to move out of the way from getting an arrow through his heart. Two bandits stood on top of the ruined structure, bow in their hands, they weer loading their second arrow each, aiming at the man.

And across the way another four bandits were preparing themselves for a fight, getting their weapons ready before letting out a primal scream and charging his way. This time, Issac wasn't so lucky, these bandits worked as a group. However, they weren't too bright, and the one taking up the back was struck down by an arrow shot by his own side. The largest bandit there wielded a great sword the size of Issac's body, but the man with the mace was much swifter, and he was able to bash that bandit's head in before he could do any more damage other than slide open his leg.

Two more came from further near the door, still being helped by their archer buddies. These two were different, they wore actual armor, and one was actually a female. She wasn't beautiful, but she wasn't horrible either. Her shoulders were wider, her hair flat, her skin dark, and three wicked looking scars touched her face. She grinned, before she spun her war axe in her hands, obviously itching for a fight.
 
Just how many of these bandits were there? These gs were a little bit more competent, but Isaac still had the better weapon, and he was pretty sure he'd be getting plenty of experience off of these guys. Swinging his deadly ball around resulted in cracked skulls, broken bones, and in the end resulted in plenty of broken bodies.

All that was left were the archers and the armored two, including the woman with the axes. He was wondering when there would be any women. Sure, Nelise and Darthervia were hotter, but she had a charm of her own. But he had to get close enough.

Thank goodness for the ruin around the courtyard. He dashed from large pile of rubble to large pile of rubble to tent, narrowly adding the arrows that hissed over his head. Gotta admit, for low level, these guys were decent shots. It didn't exactly help that his leg had a nasty gash in it from before.

As he closed in, he slung out his ball, the chain wrapping around one of the archers before he was dragged in, shortly brought down by the red head, before a wide swing caught the second. All that was left now were the two armored bandits. Isaac's golden eyes glowed in excitement in the fire light, as his gaze was on the female of the two.
 
The female didn't seem disturbed at him taking out the archers as if they were nothing, if anything, she looked as if she expected it. It was obvious to Issac then that she was a level 2 bandit. He landed in a flashy way and her eye was drawn to the thick gash upon his leg. "Pity," she spat, her voice what he would have expected, rough and husky, but in a sensual way. "With speed like that you would'a made a real good scout."

She spun the axes in her grasp one more time before shrugging. "Oh well, at least I get to kill something." Her male companion laughed, and with the nod from her, he jumped as Issac. He was stronger than the others,able to keep his own blow after blow. He knocked aside the ball with a gauntlet, grunting in effort, in his hands was a massive war-hammer. A slow, but deadly weapon. One blow and whatever it hit would be shattered. Issac was good at getting out of the way, however, the hammer was getting closer and closer with each dodge of his mace.

Ultimately it had come down to stamina, and Issac won that round, his mace making contact at a wild swing, the ball crunching against the side of the armored man's face, his skull shattering as he died instantly before Issac's eyes.

That left on the female bandit, who was clicking her tongue in mock sadness. "Oh well, sometimes the mighty fall." She spun her axes for a final time and suddenly one was flying through the air directly at Issac's face, a massive grin on his enemy's.
 
All that was left was himself and the woman, possibly the leader, at least of the bandits in this area, judging by the fact that she wasn't dead yet. Not that Isaac intended on killing her. Not yet at least, but she wasn't making it any easier for him.

When the axe flew at his head, he managed to duck to the side just in time, the axe nicking his hair before he swung back with his ball. She was definately a fast one, leaping and dodging his blows, and armed only with one axe now, she wasn't going to throw it. She closed in quickly. Swinging to hit him, rendering his ranged weapon useless. He ducked and waved, hissing when the blade nicked his neck, before leaving a gash on his side.

"Dammit!" he hissed, suddenly kicking out, pushing the woman back before swinging the chain, intent on wrapping her up in the chain rather than hitting her with the deadly ball.
 
The woman stumbled back from his kick, nearly losing grip on her deadly axe. His ball and chain whipped out in her direction and she slashed at it with her axe just in time. The chain loudly chirping as it came in contact, but her blow only redirected his ranged hit, and the massive ball crashed into her armored back. The impact threw her forward as she cried out in pain, the ball denting her armor horrifically and embedding parts of it into her skin.

This only enraged the bandit, who then threw her last axe with deadly precision. However as the axe was leaving her hand he pulled on his weapon, screwing up her aim! The axe hissed passed his face, the hilt of the weapon smacking against his shoulder before falling uselessly to the ground.

"Damn the gods.." She hissed, pain evident in her voice. But she was stuck on the ground, the metal in her back making it too painful to get up. "I submit.." She hissed.
 
Isaac hissed as the weapon's butt struck his shoulder. It hurt, but at least it wasn't slicing into his shoulder. Not to mention he had beaten the last bandit without killing her. Good. He had wanted her alive after all.

He limped slightly over to her, kneeling down and gripping her roughly by the hair. One could forgive him for being a bit rough. She had tried to kill him after all, and he really wasn't in the mood to be gentle.

"You do know what this place is right?" he said, forcing her to look up at him, "This is the temple of my mistress, Darthervia. And she isn't happy with your kind infesting the place." he motioned to the dead bandits, "I killed your friends just fine, but I've decided to give you a chance to repent of sorts. Tell me, how do you plan on doing that?"
 
The bandit's head was down, she was breathing heavily, her beaten form not truly able to do much more than survive. It would have to last.

Her gaze was jerked to meet his and her eyes were not filled with fear like most would expect, but fury. "It's a shit hole," she spat at him, laughing a little. "Friends? You really are thick aren't you. We're bandits! Cutthroats! Not some damned family! They weren't my friends! We get paid to kill, steal, pillage and rape, you think we're friends?!" She began to laugh harder, her sore body jerking, unable to make the fluid motions of laughter. She calmed herself after a few seconds, her shoulders still shaking from the pain. "Just fuckin' kill me." she hissed, her fury filled eyes boring into his.

There was no regret on her face, no sense of worry or fear. No. "Your 'misstress' can suck on a toad." She added, hopefully a final insult. The pain was beginning to wear on her, and blood was starting to seep out from the crushed portion of her armor.
 
Isaac rolled his eyes. Well, he should have figured a bandit would have such a mouth on her. And personally, he would love to teach this bandit a lesson. He looked around, looking for some rope amongst the bandit's possessions. Finding a good length, he tied the broken bandit into a rather painful, and rater indecent position, before going back to rummaging through the bandit's belongings.

He would find something definately interesting. A sort of drug. He wasn't sure what exactly it was, but judging by the type of game this was, and since she did mention rape, it was becoming clear what the drug was. He turned to the bandit, holding the drug up for her to see.

"Been needing a little help h?" he chuckled, mentally wondering if his mistress had any ideas for what to do with her. He wondered if he could communicate with her. Probably not.
 
The drug in his hand was not what he thought, in fact, that drug (or Tillumvine) was an extract of the tillum plant that grew in the dense forest areas. It made people tell the truth while burning their insides with an intense acid. When combined with a few other ingredients it could become either a very potent poison or a truth serum.

"Ha!" She laughed, not even fighting the binds on her wrists. "You must be deaf and dumb!" She cried over. However, her next words never reached his lips. Her mouth continued to move as insults poured from her, names, slurs, anything to make him angry. But his new mistress's voice hummed along in his ear: 'End it. Once she is wiped out, you can continue on in my bidding...

'Your reward will be greater than what this human could offer you. I promise, champion. Prove yourself to me.' Her voice was commanding yet it lulled him.

Suddenly he could hear the rest of the world again, and the bandit woman was snarling at him. "You going to stand there stunned or are you going to fuckin' kill me!"
 
Isaac was a little surprised. He could actually hear his mistress's voice for a second there. Her looked down at the snarling bandit for a second, before his lips curled into a cruel and twisted smile.

With her bound, he could easily get down her pants. Without a word, he forced the drug into the bandit's mouth, yanking her pants away at the same time. "Time to show you what happens to those who cross my mistress," he chuckled, pulling out his hardening cock for the bandit to see.
 
The bandit continued to snarl at him as he thrust the drug into her mouth. The vine extract burned on contact, the acid leaking out into her mouth. But the look in her eye told him enough: she was going to die now, painfully, but she would soon be dead anyways. She didn't fight him removing her leather armor pants. Her legs were long and dark, covered in scars from old fights, and a few open wounds from their earlier one.

His cock met uninterested eyes. She wasn't going to live long enough for that. The acid had coated her whole mouth, and the pain was beginning, the extract started to also leak down her throat, burning her alive from the inside. Even while facing pain and death, this bandit sought to defy him, scoffing as best she could at his cock.

"I don't fear your mistress.." she muttered, her burning mouth making her words slur together.
 
Isaac rolled his eyes at her words. Well, she'd be dead soon anyway. He looped around to behind her, grabbing her legs and forcing them apart. Odd. Wasn't her pussy supposed to be starting getting wet by now? Taking aim, he thrust roughly into her body.

Unaware that the drug was a poison, not an aphrodisiac, he tried to thrust hard and deep into her womanhood, a little confused why it was barely wet at all. Oh well, she wasn't supposed to be comfortable with this, as he continued to grunt and thrust deep into the dying woman.
 
As he spread her legs roughly the woman lost her balance, falling roughly onto her face, ehr cheek digging into the dirt, the posion burning her insides. She grunted as he stood behind her, her dark thighs beautifully squeezed together to show off her darker lips. She wanted to burn him, to rip him apart with harsh words, but her mouth wouldn't work, her lips were completely numb from all of the pain.

The pain had begun to leak down into the rest of her body. Each beat of her heart ached, each breath left new holes in her lungs, even as his cock plundered her tight cunt, the organs inside of her body began to die.

The bandit was able to gasp a last time, her body convulsing slightly as her heart stopped beating. The rest of her body began to shut down around him, until she was still on the ground, her dark eyes wide but empty.

Objective: Complete

New Objective: Enter Ruins
 
Isaac continued to thrust into her, only stopping when he realized that she was no longer moving, or making a sound. He slowly slid out of her, walking over to examine her. Guess that drug was an acid or something, judging by the burns around her mouth. Damn. Well, he did what he did, and that was that.

Scrounging around, all he found was some coin and nothing much of value, maybe a couple of bits of later armour, though most of his torso was still revealed. Swiping a pair of knee high brown leather boots, holding his weapon in hand, he began to swagger into the ruins, being prepared in case there were more bandits within. Hopefully any women would be more willing next time. If he could convert some to his mistress, she might be pleased.
 
The next level of the ruin was indoors. Once he passed through the massive double doors he'd fought his way to on the courtyard he was allowed to marvel at the building. The ceilings were high, the floors paved in stone. Even though everything was covered in a thick layer of dust there were noticeable footprints in the dust, signs of something's recent movements inside. After a few minutes of silent exploration Issac would have realized that this room was a prayer room at some point, damaged pews being one of the first signs, and the pieces of shattered colored window glass a second.

As he turned deeper into the ruins halls, after finding a door tucked away on the left most side of this hall, the sound of life reached him. The tap of leather feet, the soft breathing of sleep, the distant noise of teeth against bone. As he ventured the halls became more lit, the flicker of candles in scones lighting his way.

"You see sum'thin?" A voice echoed up the hall, the shadow of a man dancing on the wall beside Issac.

"Just finish your mug you big oaf," a female voice replied, much softer than the previous. "Ilsa would've sent the signal if there was activity outside."
 
Isaac had to admit, his mistress certainly had good taste. Once he got some resources, he would be sure to restore this to its former glory for her. But right now, he had some vermin to clear out.

As he went down the halls, he ducked behind a ruined collum the instant voices spoke up. At least two of the bandits were there. No doubt there'd be more, and odds were these were stronger than the ones on guard duty. Waiting for the voices to quieten down, he slowly slipped from his hiding place, creeping closer towards the light, making sure his weapon didn't scrape against the ground.

He peered around a doorway, leading into a large room, not like the prayer chamber, but like a dining chamber or something, seeing people within by the fire they had set up, ating.
 
When he looked into the dining hall, both in it's former glory and now, it was filled with people. The long hall continued along with his mistress's tastes, the strange, cryptic like symbols following along the hanging lamps and columns. The old, broken tables that had been there originally had been pushed to the side of the room unceremoniously, and were being torn apart and used as firewood. Three new tables were lined in the room. In this room along was nearly a dozen bandits.

Nearest to his doorway were two on chairs, blades resting across their laps. One was the female voice he'd heard before. She wore plate armor pieces that covered up what needed to be, the rest of her skin was covered by a set of black chain mail. Her hair was a golden color, which complimented her light skin quite well, she had a few scars on her otherwise soft looking face.

"I seens it again!" The man beside the woman remarked, pointing up towards where Issac was.

The woman merely sighed, getting to her feet to make a show of going to check. As she got closer she turned around to face her companion. "If there is nothin' here, then I'm getting your ale rations for the rest of the month." She told him, before she turning back. She was close to the door now, perhaps three feet away. Her blade was resting easily and casually in her hand, a second, shorter sword tucked into the back of her belt.
 
Isaac bit his lips to prevent himself from cursing. Sneaking was NOT his forte. But at least only one bandit had seen him, and the rest didn't seem to believe him. He slowly moved back, an idea forming in is mind as the attractive bandit came closer.

He stuck to the shadows, watching for him to come close. Once he was sure they were both out of sight, he reaching out, grabbing her and covering her mouth before she could yell out for help, his yellow eyes locking onto hers.

"If you know what's good for you, you'd keep quiet," he whispered softly, smirking.
 
The woman was not really expecting to be grabbed, and the other bandit saw the sudden movement. "Derisa?" The man called as the woman locked eyes with her captor. Her eyes were intelligent and focused, so Issac may not have been expecting that she nod into his hand. But it was obvious she wasn't scared of him, she was defecting. She got a good look at the weapon around his arm and she own sword jingled at her hip.

She wiggled her mouth free from his hand. "I'll distract him," she hissed, those eyes locking with his.

//Sorry it's been such a long time, I'm sickly. Also, sorry that it's short. //
 
Well, this was something Isaac definately did not expect. He thought she would struggle, not suddenly agree to help him. He slowly released her, backing up to allow her some room. He kept his weapon close, keeping an eye out for te right opportunity to strike, or for any need to defend his new partner.

Hmm, he wondered if he could convince her to serve his mistress as well. But at the moment he wasn't wondering why she was suddenly joining him. He should ask later.
 
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