Sprainy: Sprainy: -About another hour had passed since Vixens last.. adventures and a new day had dawned within Skane. The slaves upon the large round bed started to wake up to the sounds of chirping birds within the forest behind the Great Hall where Vixen was already clothed and ready for the day talking to Leona about the chores that had to be changed up a little and to be done differently due to the new visitors. Extra food, tea and mead upon the tables, Fresh warm water for those that wished to wash up. A few nods from Leona before she wandered off and woke up the slaves who'm seemed to have some trouble waking up. Vixen had been awake throughout the night yet her body felt rested as she did not use her own, perk of being able to inhabit animals. The girl seemed awfully cheery today as she leaned against her Masters armsrest after Leona had left, unsheating a dagger which she used to cut into a apple on which Vixen happily nommed. Awaiting for others to wake and for the Great Hall to fill with life, especially for their two visitors to wake and seeing eachother in the eyes for the first time ever since their.. 'dreams'-



TyronThorsson  Tyron had rested well. The previous nights fuckfestivities had drained him before his sleep making his slumber a quiet and peacefull one. Vixen had told him about her aquisition of the Tailors slave as well as the Lef girls willingess to contribute to Skane. He had given Vixen an earful about 'bringing home strays', as he called it. However Tyron had been in a pleasant enough mood and Vixen's pussy soon had him forgetting about his brief disagreement with her nurturing nature. He now exited His chambers naked as the day He was born. He walked out unashamed to one of the tables filled with food. He took some ham and bacon and ate it with a content look upon his face. One of the slaves he didnt recognize brough him a horn of mead to start his day which he gladly used to wash down the salty ham. once fed, he turned to face his throne seeing vixen standing there with a smirk on her face. He winked to her a strutted toward her. Standing as close as he could to her without touching her, looking down upon her tiny form, (her head barely rose above his belly button) Tyron spoke to her. "Good morning, Slave queen."



LiliumRoseThorn: -as Lily heard the noises in the hall, she'd open her weary eyes only to snap open as she realised that she was uncovered, wondering where her covers went, her eyes wandered over the dimlit room only to find the covers on the floor- .... was i? ..... did i? ... *gasp* -she'd gasp as she recalled the oddly specific dream, the thought, the feeling the ecstasy of that dream made her cross her legs, but it just dawned upon her, if it was a dream .... why are her covers on the ground? .... her face began to radiate from blushing , she'd swiftly get up and splash her head in the bowl of water nearby, still cold from standing there all night, she'd deny it thinking she just slept wildly, then again wouldn't be the first time someone broke into her sleeping place and had their way with her, she'd shrug it off, or so she thought, she'd still feel that odd sensation upon her skin as she slides on her new clothing, smiling at how snug they felt compared to her soddy rags, moments passed untill she realised that her stoumach started to growl, she'd take a deep breath as she heard people waking up, she'd leave her room, gasping as she gazed upon the Jarl's naked body and as she aproached t he table of food nearby she'd bow her head deeply but silently, as she was taught to be given permission to speak, she'd nervously sit herself down at the banquet table, politely waiting a bit before nibbling on a piece of bread-




chubee  Thorne awoke with a start as she sat up quickly, her eyes wide with confusion. “What… What did I do? Was that a dream or?” She mumbled to herself still half asleep but the sensation of her damp hair and pillow only confused her more. “...It’s too early for this.” Grunting, Thorne pushed her naked form out of bed before searching as to where the hell she tossed her gear. After searching and becoming a bit frazzled she found her clothing. “Damn, forgot to wash ‘em. Oh well I can do that later.” She mumbled with a sigh before shaking off any loose dirt and getting dressed. Thorne didn’t feel like braiding her hair again so she just let it loose for today. As soon as she was looking proper, she shouldered her bow and quiver then left her room to go and find some food. Yet, when she turned the corner and spotted the Jarl butt naked she couldn’t help but choke on her own spit out of surprise; sending her into a mini coughing fit which she stopped with a firm slap to her chest. “G-Good mornin’ Jarl Tyrson and Lady Vixen.” She stammered, lowering her head in a sort of bowing manner. “Thank you for y-your hospitality, I hope I can be of service.” Keeping her eyes glued to her feet while her face and pointed ears were beet red; she stayed put in between some of the tables as she wasn’t sure what to do with herself… or where to look.



Sprainy: -Seeing her Master passing her butt-naked Vixen sighed.- "Good morning, Master Tyron. It seems You forgot to dress Yourself again..." -Vixen did eye what was right infront of her as she wasnt left another choice seeing she only gazed Him in the eyes when times required it, yet shortly after she would lean to the side to gaze around Him into the room.. not wishing to miss the moment she was waiting for. The first to exit the rooms was Lily and upon noticing her Vixen could not help herself but giggle. As if such a vivid dream wasnt enough to get a girl going.. there would be her Master Tyrons naked body to add ontop of it.- "Good morning, Lily. I've hope you slept well. Go ahead, feast. Eat till your stomach is full." -Vixen giggled once more upon hearing a soft coughing sound and seeing the elf-girls eyes rest upon her Master before they shifted downwards to avoid seeing precisely that.- "Good morning Thorne! Go on, join Lily and eat! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day afterall." -Vixen then gazed towards her Master once more, rather pleadingly so- "Master Tyron.. could You please at least pull some pants on.. please Master?" -Even before Vixen finished her sentence her eyes were once more gazing deeper into the Great Hall towards the dining tables where the girls were at.-



TyronThorsson: Tyron, still standing in front of Vixen but having been ignored as Vixen was more interested in the room behind him than his naked body right before her, Tyron turned to face the room to see what He was missing. Facing the room now, tyron slowly chewed the bit of bacon in his mouth with a bit of a confused look on his face as the two girls came out of their rooms and had greeted him. both looking like they had never seen a cock before. Tyron took a drink from his horn just as Vixen pleaded for him to put pants on. Tyron sighed a bit and motioned to a slave who had been paying attention to the situation. She ran to his chamber, retrieved a pair of black pants similar to the ones he wore the previous day. Tyron still had a horn in one hand and a bit of ham in the other so when the slave approached him, tyron simply lifted his right leg. The slave placed his pants so that he could step into them, and then he repeated the process with the left leg. The slave then grabbed the waist of the pants and pulled them up over her bulky thighs and around his hips, taking a time to very matter of factly stuff his cock into the pants and well. Now fully pantsed, tyron turned back around to Vixen and very theatrically bowed. "Ta-da!" he then turned his back to her and faced the two girls who had a bit of a glow upon them selves. "Good morning you two...... If i didnt know anybetter, i would say you both got your jollies rocked last night! Go on, eat up, Whats mine is yours and all that....." Tyron then plopped down into the throne and put the last bit of ham in his mouth.



LiliumRoseThorn: -as she gazed upon The Jarl and Lady Vixen she'd bow down deeply- t....thank you both for this kindness -she said stuttering, as she tried to speak with the confidence of a free woman, something that seemed long forgotten to her, as she sat down she'd hear coughs followed by the familliar voice of Thorne, as her eyes gazed up and looked at her her face glowed, much like that of steel heated up to begin hammering, her mind wend blank as it tried to piece together what happened last night, not to mention the sight of the Jarl's manhood and his playfull wording made her look down to the table, hands jittering as they gathered up some bread and cheese and fruits, nervously eating as her face turned away- g...g......good m....m...morning Lady Thorne -she stuttered clumsily, finding a decanter of water she'd try to pour some water out in an empty mug, using her both hands to hold them still, luckily her past years of slavery did help her to stay calm when pouring but still she had never even thought she'd do it with an elven woman, or did she? thoughts scrambled through her brain as she nervously sips from her mug-



chubee  Glancing to her side, spotting Lily nibbling on some bread. Her attention soon snapped back to the Jarl as she watched his antics causing her to stifle a laugh at his theatrics but she simply nodded at his and Vixen’s words. “Thank you… ” With that said and done she turned to face Lily who seemed to be feeling restless from the looks of it. Taking note of how nervous her voice sounded as she greeted her. Scratching the back of her head with one of her gloved hands; she inwardly groaned before sitting down right across from Lily. Huffing she tried to strike up a conversation. “Good mornin’ Lily.” She’d say, seemingly unaffected by the situation other than the rather obvious blush gracing her features and the tips of her pointed ears. “No need for the lady part Lily.” She’d say while reaching for some cured meat. “We’re equals remember?” After saying that, images from her… well whatever happened last night whizzed through her head which she quickly pushed down. “Jus’ Thorne is fine, plus I’m no ‘Lady’ that’s for sure.” She’d say with a more casual tone, as she joked before biting into the meat she had grabbed. Crossing her legs as she bounced her heel against the ground, her anxiousness showing more from her body language rather than her facial expressions at this point.



MarilynM0NR0OOE: -head pounding, body aching, a throbbing between legs, clothes torn in multiple places, undergarments long gone, wings with a few holes and cuts in a few places, which were now hidden away under her clothes and furs, covered in dirt and grim. This was the state in which Rosalina found herself in as she lazily lay over the hay of a hay cart as they made their way from the far docks to the great wall. Not caring much for how the cart would bounce with every pebble they road over. Serleena was in the driver’s seat with her hands tight around the reigns for the single horse pulling the cart forward. If serleena’s condition could be described as bad Serleena was far worst with most of her armor either dented beyond repair or just straight up missing. Cuts and bruises all over her face with dirt almost everywhere, she looked incredibly exhausted by the day’s events. And was very much seeking to just let herself fall and sleep. But with determination for to get her Mistress in the relative safety of their home called brothel, she went on with half closed eyes. Coming to a stop infront of the large gates, Serleena would slowly get up to a sitting position to look up towards the guards stationed them. Waving her arm up in greeting as one finally got the hint to come and see her, the large Viking male would give her a confused look before saying- SnakeCharmer? thought you were dead.. -Rosalina would role her eyes in response before adding- well… obviously I am not dead, or.. perhaps we are both dead.. what a terrible after life this is… joking aside go see about getting these gates open for me darling, I am in need of great care at the moment -leaning back to lean against her elbow on the soft hay as she does this the man would chuckle at the surprising turn of events as he turned to make his way back at the gates to let the tyrant know, meanwhile Rosalina would ponder how to spin her, unexpected absence-



DeviousMiskreent: It had been days since anyone had seen Reijna outside of the inne. She wasn't doing her normal routines, she wasn't visiting the Crown, she didn't seem to be doing anything. The excuse that she gave anyone who did ask about it, was that she had been cooped up in the tavern doing a quarterly inventory. The truth of the matter was that she had taken to one of her alternate forms, casing the Underbelly and crown for more of the assassins she knew were out there. She and Beast had taken care of six of them . . well he had eaten them actually and helped her dispose of their bodies, but she knew that this was just the first wave. So it would be no surprise for Tyron and Vixen when a familar but rarely seen black cat slipped into the great hall behind Rosalina and hopped up into Reijna's chair to curl up and observe things for the time being. --d--
DeviousMiskreent: -slipped in behind the guard rather-



Sprainy: -Vixen shook her head as the slave dressed her Master and as He finished it with a ta-da she grinned stupidly and slowly clapped her hands.- "Beautiful magic trick, Master! Thank You kindly." -Vixens attention quick to return to the girls and as they both sat down to eat the Mare leaned a bit forwards as if she was about to inspect something closeby. She was indeed inspecting just not something.. but two someones. With her eyes narrowing and her ears ready to pick up on every single word spoken by the girls. First of noticing their faces, the blush upon them making them both look so adorable. The struggle within Lily was clear which was sure to feed Vixens little sadistic tendencies yet as Thorne spoke out about being equals Vix quickly covered her mouth to avoid being caught laughing. As a sudden movement of a black furball caught her eyes had Vixen almost greet the cat.. yet stopping herself as that surely would seem to be a odd thing to do and with Reijna in such a form it most likely meant she wished to remain hidden and thus Vixen simply stared at it for just a moment to acknowledge it before the girls eyes were fixated upon the two visitors again. Taking in every word and every movement.. but most importantly the priceless facial expressions.-



TyronThorsson  tyron chuckled as he watched the guests' akward banter. He took in a nothe rpull of mead just as he saw a familiar black cat enter the hall. It was Reijna, and he hadnt seen her since He had returned with His new and improved Vixen. He was sure she would have some report for Him, but yet, she entered in under the cloak of the cat. Perhaps there was someone near by that she meant to keep herself hidden from. This made Him eye those around him more skeptically. He looked around the hall from face to face including guards and slaves and his two guests...... Did one of them need to be split in two? Tyron began to grin at the idea of it.



LiliumRoseThorn: -lily nervously sipped her mug, almost forgetting to eat- ah....ah that's right Lad..... Thorne -she stuttered- w...we are .... equal -she said as the words triggered some flashbacks of her "dream" causing her to clumsily spill some of her mug on her top, causing her to squeal from the coldness of the water and yank at her top a little, her fur vest sliding open a little as she took a nearby rag to dip the moisture off of her top, showing some of her cleavage unintentionally- ah damn..... -she'd stutter as her focus went to cleaning up her spill, taking her away from the weird .... dream?, as she finished she'd notice the visible anxiety and nervousness on thorne's face, making her even more nervous as the thought of it not being a dream racing her mind, she's a slave, she should be fine with this but the sensation of an elven girl was new to her-



chubee  Thorne’s eyes seemed to be looking everywhere except for Lily, atleast until she had spilled water on herself. Quickly, Thorne looked back to make sure she was alright but instead caught a glimpse of Lily’s cleavage which made her face light up so she quickly turned away. Her eyes squeezed shut and face as red as a tomato. “Y-You alright there?” She asked, her voice shaking a bit with embarrassment. Shifting a bit in her seat to try and distract herself while grabbing hold of a small loaf of some sweet looking bread. “Oh, I just remembered. Do ya still have my cloak in yer room?” This time she’d look at Lily directly, her pale blue eyes keeping her focus on Lily’s face. “Mind if I go grab it later?” She’d say with a cute smile upon her rosy lips, making her look innocent as she honestly was.



MarilynM0NR0OOE: -finally coming to a stop infront of the great hall, serleena would rub at her aching eyes as she let out a sigh. Trying to will as much energy as she had left before turning to get off the cart. Jumping down onto the ground, only for the rest of her body to fall down to the ground as well as she fell unconscious. Hearing the sound of a body hitting the ground Rosalina would crawl to the edge of the hay cart to look down at the poor guard- sigh… for the seventh pi.. would you please pick her up and put her into the cart -she says to the two guards next to the great halls entrance while Rosalina herself made her way crawling out of the cart to lazily wipe some of the hay off her person. The guards would do as asked as they dropped the woman down onto the soft hay. Rosalina slowly opening the door trying her best to stand up straight. Show no weakness…. Fuck she really needed a nap. Stepping inside she would look through foggy exhausted eyes trying her best to notice everything in the great hall.but was having a very hard time with it as she tried to rub her eyes clear before wobbling over to the middle of the great hall. Awaiting to be noticed. Not wishing to intrude.. maybe if they don’t notice her she could go have a sleep.. that would be nice…-



DeviousMiskreent: It wasn't until a second guard appeared in the doorway of the great hall that the cat would react at all. Laying upon the chair until she caught sight of the man, and . . Rosalina. She would yawn and hop down from the chair, cautiously approaching Tyron and Vixen. The last thing she wanted was to get kicked, but she did want to communicate with the two of them without giving herself away. She would rub against each of their legs, quickly, but purring loudly, meandered past Rosalina with another grazing but no purring, ignored the two women she didn't know . . . and went and hissed at the guard she had caught sight of, making a scene of raising her hackles and even hopping a bit and swatting at his legs. She then dissapeared out the doors. If Tyron took the hint, the guard might be dead by the time she got back, and if not, she wasn't coming back unarmed. --d--



Sprainy: -The actions and reactions before her entertained Vixen deeply.. She had done a great job it seemed as both girls looked like they were refusing to acknowledge their 'dream' to one another which continued their awkward conversation and behaviour towards eachother. Vixen could not help but continue to laugh softly yet as the doors to the Great Hall opened and Vixen saw the succiebitch enter her facial expression changed.. her eyes darkened whilst the girls right hand unsheated her special dagger, granted to her by her Master which continued powers able to kill a god. Suddenly feeling something rub up against her leg Vixen gazed downwards seeing Reijna to then just see Reijna wander out towards the guard she hissed and swatted at.. as Reijna fully dissapeared Vixens eyes fixated upon Rosalina once more and even before any one could respond she used her speed and agility, within moments appearing before Rosalina and seeing she was in a weakened state it would be easy for Vixen to slip up behind her and grasping a handful of Rosalina's hair, the dagger along the succiebitch's throat- "Oh hello there, my dear Rosalina. And how am I to believe you truly are Rosalina, hm? Dissapearing for days if not weeks on end and then you show up in such a horrible state? The Rosalina I know usually wouldnt show her face if there was even a single scratch upon it." -Vixen pressed the dagger tighter against the succubus's throat whilst her lips rested besides the womans ear.. a playful grin upon her lips as she whispered softly within her ear- "Oh, how I'd love to slit your throat just ever so slightly and see blood trickle down inbetween those breasts of yours. That would be a lovely sight to see..." -Suddenly the dagger was removed and Vixen turned her back to Rosalina, turning to the guard Reijna was hissing at.- "Oh, hello there handsome. Hey hey, guess what?" -The guard gazed at Vixen with a confused facial expression- "You will not feast with the gods.." -Vixen mumbled whilst lifting her right hand to place the tip of the dagger against the guards chest and even before he was able to respond her left hand pressed down on the top of the handle of the dagger, the eerie sound of a blade cutting through meat filling the halls as the dagger would pierce straight through the guards heart. Vixen followed it up by wrapping her left arm around the guards lower back and pulled the dieing form in against herself whilst leaning her head back and laughing hysterical up towards the sky as the life slipped out of the mans body.. releasing it and seeing it fall down before her. Towering over it as she remained silent for a short moment before sheating the dagger and turning back to the room with a friendly smile upon her face- "Sorry about that.. Leona.. Tie the body to a cross, nail his hands and feet and set him to display at the bridge of the underbelly" -This way of displaying someone was something that Vixen had picked up on when venturing through a certain someones dream, not the usual way of the Vikings but the sight should hopefully frighten the men.-



MathiasDeMortalis: It had been several weeks since Thaelinar showed his face back in Skane. After his brief visit to the great hall at the center of the village, he retrated to the Skanian forest and went westward towards the mountain range. He searched for an area of dense foliage to make a barrow, someplace nice and isolated so he could keep to himself. Skane itself was rife with the whispering of spirits that inhabited the area. Strong ones, uncorrupted natural forces that he could feed on during his stay within the region. Once he had found an area suitable he channeled primal magic from within and began to cast it outward. Gnarled roots ripped out from below the ground at the foot of several trees clustered together and they began to change shape. Clumps of soil began to collapse inward as wooden tendrils began to thrash downward as the earth opened up like a fanged toothed maw, hollowing itself down into the several yards. Those trees began to collapse and decay so quickly a rotten scent of putrid decay flooded the area, the moisture itself was robbed from the dying folliage and the ground itself began to black around the growing mound until it became fully formed. The gaping maw turned into a man-sized entry way into his new dwelling. Several days passed as the Half-elf began to make his temporary home someplace worth resting his head he began to depart for village again but not before calling upon his corrupt druidic powers to create an illusionary barrier around his domain so that it looked as it was never changed.(Mirage Arcane) After a long, casual east-ward trek back towards the great hall stopped by the door before walking on inside. He left his blade staff back at the barrow and came unarmed since it made little difference at this juncture. After walking inside he began to look around, casting his eyes to gauge the environment with his hands down at his sides. "Hello there friends!" He said aloud as he began to walk towards one of the tables and took a seat, content with just observing them for now.



TyronThorsson  Tyron pulled meade from his horn as the two girls continued their awkwardness, then Ros came through the door. He almost choked on his mead seeing the sight of her. He would have wagered many times over that the suck-ya-butts had pissed off the wrong person and gottten herself killed. He hadnt planned on seeing her ever again if He was completely honest with himself. Just then he felt the rubbing of Reijna's cat form on his leg. He chuckled as the cat reacted to Rosalina and then his eyes narrowed at the guard who Reijna was clearly pointing out as an enemy. He was getting ready to dispatch him himself when Vixen bolted for ROsalina. She placed the balde to her throat and tYron visable got excited sitting on the edge of his throne salavating. as Tyron heard her theaten the blade across her throat, tyon adjusted the bulge in his crothc as his cock began to stir. He was briefly disappointed as Vixen let go of Rosalina but his bloodlust was rewarded seeing Her spin and shove the dagger into the Guards heart. Once the Mans life had left his body and Vixen instructed the dispursment of his body, tyron leaned back in his thron. His lustfull crackling eyes following Vixen;s every move.



LiliumRoseThorn: -as she finished dipping the moist off of her top, she sighed picking up her mug as she tried to avert her eyes from Thorne too- y.....yes Thorne i'm fine, j...just a spill y....yess thank you thorne for...for letting me use your cloak ...y...you can have it back -she said as she lifted her mug up, hands shaking a little less, her eyes observing the rest of the hall, the sight of Rosalina made her gasp and look down, hoping she didn't recognize her, she'd notice the black cat walk passed and hiss at the guard, wondering when she got here but didn't heed to much mind, startled as she saw Vixen swiftly jump up to Rosalina, she'd nervously gaze at them, holding her mug tightly.... sighing in relief as Vixen took her blade away from Rosa's throat she'd attempt to take a drink, only to have her eyes widene and jumping at the sudden sound of cracking bones when she witnessed Vixen plunge a dagger into the guard's chest, as a slave she wasn't customed to murder and it still frightened her much, as she gasped she managed to spill her drink again, soaking her top fully now, causing it to cling to her form-



chubee  The elven girl’s attention was quite focused on Lily but she found it hard to ignore the hissing of a cat, then a sqwabble right before a damn murder. Honestly, Thorne was at a loss, her mouth agape but all she could really say towards Vixen was. “Well… Damn, he must’ve had it comin’ “ Oddly, the sight didn’t seem to disturb Thorne as she was quite used to death at this point in her life. So she leaned over to pour herself a glass of water but spotted that Lily had now spilled the rest of her drink all over herself. “Gods, Lily you’re going to catch cold like that!” Picking up a nearby rag from the table she’d offer it to Lily. “You should probably go and get changed…” Thorne couldn’t help but peek at Lily’s chest; making her feel a bit self conscious of her own smaller pair of breasts. Clearing her throat to rid her head of such thoughts she simply tried to keep Lily’s attention on her rather than the body of the guard Vixen had just killed.



MarilynM0NR0OOE: -one minute she was contemplating letting her body fall to the ground and finally give her body the rest it desperately craved the next she had a blade against her throat, and a hand holding her hair. Due to how fatigued her mind was her reaction was slow and even when it came all it was was her eyes widening with shock. She had to admit she vixen had a point. But honestly she was to be tired to have thought about her appearance before hand. Just wanting to tell the tyrant she had returned. Maybe explain her absence and sleep for the next two days or so. She was really surprised by how the woman was talking to her. almost getting her a bit excited to be honest as she described the vision she had in mind with her blood and breasts.. till her eyes widened even more with shock. Realizing the woman was actually speaking with her. even though it was in a more threatening manner.. it was still speaking. Since, I mean come on she knew she was the real Rosalina, who else would have a bosom this big?? After watching vixen make short work of a male guard.. something she was to tired to question why that just happened. She would giggle over at the vixen while pulling up her top a bit as she realized her breasts were in danger of slipping out- mmmm I missed you too my Slave… Queen. -she says with a small bow of her head, ignoring just how terribly wounded she looked covered in dirt and dried up blood as she came to speak- but yes.. it really is me your favourite.. um.. ..yeah… anyways, if the Jarl wishes it I shall explain further of where I was, and why I now have six.. guards less.. and share with you some concerning activity to the east that might need attention. -she says looking to the jarl seated upon his throne-



DeviousMiskreent: Reijna wasn't gone overly long, a few minutes at most, having gone to a secluded spot near the great hall to shift back to her human form, dress and return to the veiwing of a few slaves removing the dead guard's body. Stepping around the puddle of blood, she would make her way inside, grab a bowl full of bacon and bread and move to stand in her customary spot to Tyron's left. Out of the way, quiet, and knowing she would owe and explaination when it was indeed waranted. --



MathiasDeMortalis: Had arrived just in time to see one of the women murder one of the men. Thaelinar stifled a laugh after a moment of reflection. This lot seemed like a savage bunch, but expected the women to be much more meek. However, he remembered that his first visit here that the man on the throne was fighting one of the other women in a practice duel. These people seemed to have a nack for unpredictable violence which made him very amused by this. The half elf stood up from his seat, briefly looking at the two women across from him who, one of which seemed to be a properly whipped slave and the other woman an full blooded elf but showed little interest in them. He sauntered closer towards the center of the half and propped his body up against one of the support beams so he could have a closer look at the drama happening about the throne. After reaching into his satchel he pulled out block of heart wood of a great oak before brandishing his sharp carving knife and started to trim away at it, not really caring where the trimmings fell, figuring that a slave would later take care of it.
MathiasDeMortalis: from a great oak*



Sprainy: -Seeing Lily struggle a bit at the sight of what just had happend Vixen would awkwardly so scratch the back of her head- "Sorry about that, Lily.. Thorne.. I had hoped you would not have to see that however that man was a traitor, he had to be taken down or he would of have gone after my Master. This, I can not have happening." -She'd nod gently in their direction in the hopes to calm at least Lily a bit. Vixen then lifted her head a bit higher to be able to look over to her Master who'm strangely enough seemed very focused upon her yet the lust in His eyes had the girl sigh with a bit of relief upon realising He was not mad with her, at least.. not for the time being. Hearing the succubus speak Vixens eyes fixated upon her as a twisted grin crept back upon her lips. Used the her way of speaking all that Vixen responded was a short and simple- "Push it.. and I will be sure to cut a little deeper next time. Spare Master Tyron with the details of how you got wounded and you got your gaurds killed, weakling.. He has more important things to do then listen to you complain about what happend. Simply inform Him of the activity in the east as short yet as detailed as you can." -Turning away from her as she walked alongside Reijna, who had just stepped inside. Vixen copied her every movement in a joking manner up untill she as well returned to her spot besides her Master. Once more Vixens eyes would be fixated upon Lily and Thorne as before as if nothing had happend.-



TyronThorsson  Tyrons eyes reflected the lust he had for His slave in the moment but the grin on his lips betrayed them as it shone of amusement as Vixen began telling Rosalina what to do. Vixen didnt know it and nor could Tyron articulate it to her, but she was walking a thin line. On one side of the line was her brutality and her ability to wield her power in a way that stirred His cock. On the other side of the line was where she would be overstepping... doing things that she had no place in doing. There was no rhym nor reason to what actions would be attributed to either side of that line.... for example, her threatening the suck-ya-butts made Him want to bend her over the table and fuck her in half. But now that she was telling her what to do..... and speaking for Him, Tyron wanted to bend her over his knee and blister her ass. Tyron wresteled with the two opposing emotions for a moment befor his eyes left Vixen as she approached him and they wandered to Rosalina. "Pay no attention to My slave.......You should worry about her bite more than you should her bark..... Tell Me, Dee-Moon. Where have you been, What has become of your men, and what is happeneing to the east?" He then glanced at Vixen and smirked, letting her know that she was not in trouble at the moment. and then looked to Reijna, giving her a nodd, acknowleging her presense before looking back to Ros.



lMorphinel: "One of us have to go.” She snapped at the man before her, His eyes were sunk and his hair grey but that didn’t soften her or cause her voice to be low as she shouted at him “We are running out of food. We are dying here.” Her voice was a growl but it eased as she looked to him with a sigh “Our light has died, She is gone father. We need to survive now. No more song lives within this home.” She spoke with a clenched jaw. Once the light died her father's light didn’t take too long to dull along with it. She watched as it happened and that is what started to break her. Even when she didn’t allow herself to be broken. They needed land to farm. Land that was already theirs but was taken once the raid happened. Now she couldn’t take a dump in a field without clearing it with the new settlers here. It sickened her but her father had taught her rank a long time ago and she knew when to stand down. Save their home from being burned to the ground because she spoke out of turn to the wrong person. - She left in the dead of night, Dark steed keeping them covered in the night, She knew she would reach the Hall in no time but that didn’t stop her circling until morning before deciding to go to the large gates. Clearly the guards watched her circling all night and the moment she approached they stopped her “State your reason for being her.” The guard was right to the point, No fuckin about as he watched her with attentive eyes, Searching her for anything that posed a threat. Lowering herself from the steed who she knew would stick around but she didn’t want to take within the village in-case anyone got a bright idea on such a good one, She held her hands up “No weapons. Just need a meeting with the Jarl.” She spoke clearly, Yet the voice was that from the newly raided village. The guard laughed at her, “Of course you need a word, You all do.” He glanced to the others and they all laughed. They must have seen her as zero threat as soon she was walking into the village without further trouble. Even though she wore pants and not a dress they didn’t question it which she was just fine with. Soon she made her way to the hall, Pushing open the doors and stepping within, Of course walking in to the middle of some commotion. There always was in places like this. She simply rollled her eyes, Took a seat and waited for the ale she ordered.



LiliumRoseThorn: -she nods and bowed her head at Vixen- y....yes i'll..i'll go change -she said stuttering to Thorne, shuddering at the sight of the corpse, she'd bow her head in respect to Rejina as she passed, unsure if she even noticed her presence, she'd keep rubbing her soaked top as she scuffled off into the room she came from, rumaging out of her soaked clothing, then realising she only had these clothes, given to her, shaking a bit nervously she'd decide to stay in the room and wait for her top to dry, sighing she decided to play around with the sewing tools and the stack of fabric Leona graciously left her to work with, sitting on the bed she'd begin to elegantly knit a scarf together out of torn bits of fabric, she'd overhear the commotion and the new peoples entering, she decided to sit herself down on the chair instead, to avoid people finding her topless as she knitted, her eyes fell on the cloak that thorne left her with and whispered to herself- ..... damnit have to return it to.... -she gulped as the thoughts of last night flushed her mind again, causing her to prick herself with the knitting needle- "ouch! damn" -she squealed as she licked the pricked finger-



chubee  After watching Lily walk off to change and dry off, Thorne stood from her seat and walked up to stand beside Rosaline. “Uhm… sorry to intrude but if there is somethin’ going on in the east… Well what I mean to say is that I offer my services to the Jarl and to those that call Skane home.” Bowing her head respectively towards Vixen and Tyron before scratching the back of her head sheepishly. “Of course if I am not needed I will be sure to repay your kindness ten fold… And ehh, sorry but I couldn’t help but hear everythin’.” As she said that she casually tapped her left ear. “Darn things are too good at hearing sometimes… I do hope I am not intrudin’ on the situation.” She’d admit, feeling that perhaps she’s overstepping considering she was very new here. However, Thorne genuinely wanted to help these people, she liked them and the chaos that surrounded them.


MarilynM0NR0OOE: -she was very close to rolling her eyes at the womans statement. To keep it short yet fucking detailed. Ughhh how contradicting a statement and setting her up for failure.- sigh… as her slave Majesty wishes -she says with a great deal of attitude in her voice before continuing- To put it simply while skipping most of the details over why I left without notice. The reason why it took me so long to return is because me and my girls were attacked by the dead.. Draugr I believe is the more traditional name for them. There numbers were far passed what I would have expected as it took us a great deal of time to fight them off while being chased by them… anyways I couldn’t get a good look but, there numbers are troubling, even to skane if I might guess -she says with legitimate concern in her eyes. Knowing that if skane fell to a bunch of dead man she would fall too along with it.- alright.. if that pleases you my Jarl I do have some much-needed sleep I do need to catch up on and.. -she would say as she started to turn around only to see one of the slaves that was just leaving and… hm, even though it was covered by clothing she found that ass very very familiar… no it couldn’t be her she was supposed to be back at the brothel. And without clothes. Guess it was just a random girl with a similar looking ass that’s all. Looking towards the elf now who was volunteering her services before she could speak with what was going on- well.. my dear cold skinned elf, I wish you luck with your fight against the dead than..



DeviousMiskreent: Reijna nodded in return to the Jarl as he then conducted his buisness with Rosalina. Her eyes would dance from the two women chattering at the table, to the elvish male that stood, back pressed against a wooden support. There was something about him that felt . . .familar . . yet . . off . . in a way she could not quite place. She observed him discreetly, curious as to his presence, but not speaking out to him. If Tyron wished to, then she knew he would. --d--



MathiasDeMortalis: Thaelinar's right brow perked right up when Tyron said "Dee-moon" before tilting his head to the side and looking over to the woman who he was talking too. "Hah.." The half elf muttered to himself as he continued to chip away at that block of wood. It was then began to infuse primal energy which was channeled upward from his left hand that gripped onto that block of wood. He was creating a talisman that he could later use to attract and enslave spirits. Those that were sensitive to that sort of thing could feel a sort of resonance synonymous with decay and the corruption of nature but otherwise would go unnoticed by others. He kept his eyes on this "demon" who began to interacted with the Jarl and then the full blooded elf who came up from the tables in the back and offered her aid. "Huh.." He huffed out gently before stowing that half-finished carving back into the satchel. Feeling a pair of eyes leering on him he then suddenly looked up to Reijna who had been standing off to the left side of the Jarl and gave her a nod and smile with a gleeful expression. "Oh!" He suddenly shifted his attention the Jarl. "We have yet to meet, but I am Thaelinar Voldir. I hope this is not rude or sudden but seeing this tiny woman offer her services has prompted me to do the same. If you require anything of me, please let me know and I shall be happy to help. Forgive me if that seems insolent." He waved his hand out to the side with a dismissive gesture as he inclined his head towards the Jarl as he sat on his throne.



Sprainy: -Vixens eyes resting upon her Master after the words she spoke then to see the look He brought in her direction.. which had Vixen wonder silently. She could just simply rid herself of the succubus.. the punishment, no matter the severity would surely be worth it if that meant Vixen never.. ever.. had to gaze upon that 'woman' ever again? Thoughts filled her had, various plans were made and outcomes were calculated. Her concentration broke when she heard Thorne speak, offering the elf-girl a gentle smile with a nod to let her know she was alright.. however Vixen remained quiet. She knew her Master well enough to know that if she continued speaking before Him her life could become a tad miserable. Worried about Lily however Vixen snapped her fingers, calling out to Leona. upon her arrival whispering within Leona's ear to go to Lily and tend to her if need be. Leona nodded and would be sure to give Lily whatever she needed. Another one of the Great Hall's slave would tend to the visitors. Bringing the new girl a horn filled with ale and a platter with various breads and cheeses to munch on whilst she waited for her turn to adress the Jarl of Skane. Vixen remained quiet throughout Rosalina's explaining the situation and even tho it did all sound like something to be worried about.. realising that Rosalina answered precisely as Vixen had told her to do so and straight up ignoring the direct questions the Jarl of Skane had Vixen burst out in a loud and enjoyful laughter as one would if being told a golden joke. Vixen hopped down the two staps and almost dancing like made her way over to Rosalina and with a few spins here and there she would move about the succubus- "Someones in trouble.. someones in troubleee.." -Vixen stated jokingly in such a manner one would do if a sibling was to be punished by their parents. Suddenly the Mare's hands reached for what was left of the succiebitch frontside of the dress and tugging it downwards as mentioned before the dress was close to popping out the large sized breasts.. this surely would pull the dress over her breasts baring them for all to see.. dirt and wounds covering her whole body as Vixen continued to mock her- "I mean.. look at you. Weak and defeated as you are you dare ignore the Jarl of Skane and instead listen to His slave? Do you have a deathwish? I'd be happy to help with that.. but alas.. " -Vixen stopped her silly dance around Rosalina's now 'topless' form as she walked towards her Masters throne, past it towards His chamber.. before fully dissapearing she shouted out- "Hopefully Master leaves something for me to play with?" -She slipped through the door and used the link between Tyron and herself speaking within His mind- "It seems I've been to busy last night.. drained.. need.. sleep, please forgive me Master. Mona and Stormy and the little critter will do their usual tasks. They'll fill me in on everything that has happend within the Great Hall." -With that, Vixen jumped upon her Masters bed, clothed and all.. dozing off to a deep sleep.-