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Posts are just NSFW in general from now on. I blame Redwood.
You spend the rest of the night entertaining the town, especially the women.
> The only thing that could make this night better is a tumble in the hay with one of these lovely ladies, or maybe more than one. You invite the ladies back to your own house and find that you've got company.
Well, at least it's company you know, and it isn't like Wulfgar is terrible or anything. You're just a bit confused as to why he's here.
You look at Wulfgar and scratch your head. "Didn't they give you your own room at the inn to stay in for now, gramps? Why are you in my house?"
> Wulfgar seems a bit sheepish as he explains himself. "Sorry, Red, gramps is an idiot. He was drinking a bit too much at the tavern and lost track of time. Where are the girls?"
You gracefully lock the women in your bedroom for now against his prying eyes. "They're, uh, doing my taxes. It's extremely boring, I promise you. Besides, you're like seventy years old aren't you? Can you even get it up anymore for the ladies?"It's a thought you want immediately out of your mind. You feel at least 100% more lesbian than you did a minute ago, and you were already very lesbian, for having thought of it.
"Pah! I'm in my prime!" He flexes his muscles and puffs out his chest.
You roll your eyes a bit and change the subject. "Sure you are, gramps. Are you sure there's no other reason why you'd be in my house? Do you have anything important to tell me, maybe?"
> Wulfgar closes his eyes for a moment before answering. "Oh yeah! I was going to ask if you knew a guy I met in the King's army. Some fancy-prancy young whelp named Karnn. Said you owed him something. I was drinking and got curious about what someone like you, my Queen, would owe him?"
Your mind flashes back to when you originally liberated Night Valley. Karnn was a bandit lord who's mind had been brainwashed by the Dark Dragon. Karnn fled with King Barreathe after you killed the Dragon. You aren't surprised to find out he's still around, given the Dragon has also returned as the Lord of the Night.
You sigh. "I sorta know him, yeah. The only thing I think I owe him is another ass-kicking. He's the guy who was harassing this very town I now lead here, Night Valley, when I originally showed up."
Well, you don't lead them, per se. You just delight them. The point still stands, you suppose.
"He sounds like a whelp, alright! Let me at 'em!" Wulfgar shadowboxes drunkenly as he says this. "Anyway, I ask because I remembered him saying he'd be back for revenge before you know it and was hoping you'd have what you owed him ready."
You laugh a bit. "Oh, it'll be no problem for me to come up with another ass-kicking. Did you have any idea what kind of timeline he had for re-invading Night Valley?"
> Wulfgar shrugs. "He said he was still gathering forces and shit, so within the next few months, I reckon. The guy seemed pretty confident in himself when I met him once upon a time, though. All you whelps are like that these days."
You smile and try to lead Wulfgar back to the inn, hoping he's forgotten about the women. "Thanks, friend. Go take a long rest, you've earned it. I'll make sure your tab is paid, so don't worry about paying for more drinks."
Wulfgar nods and leaves. It's odd, you think, to see him as a friend. Still not as odd as the wide collection of grandfather types you've amassed back home. Something about you just had old men wanting to pass on life lessons to you.
You unlock your bedroom door and grin at the women. "He's gone. Now where were we?"
> The women at this point, as usual, straddle you and begin kissing. They're absorbed in the moment, and that's when it strikes you. These are the moments you live for. The decadence, the hedonism, all of it.
---
The next day you begin to think about whether or not Wulfgar's information is reliable. You decide to send out a scouting troupe lead by Elios, your head assassin, and see what they can gather about Karnn's position, or if he even really is alive to begin with.
After a week, Elios and the rest of the scouts come marching back into camp.
"What did you find out about Karnn?" You ask.
"There's an army deployed south of us in the region of Witches' Place. They appear to be deploying a banner in purple depicting a dragon and a pair of crossed sabers on it. There's at least one man that would fit your description of Karnn leading the group, and if anything, he's looking even worse than the description you gave us." Elios reports.
"I assume me killing the Dark Dragon and its resurrection as the Lord of the Night has to do with any transformation he's undergoing. Guy was overrun with horrible dragon energy when I met him." You explain. "And shit, Witches' Place. That's not terribly far off from here. We got maybe a few days at best to prepare the city. If we can defeat Karnn, though, it'll be a huge blow to the King's abilities. I have an idea, though. Elios?"
"Yes, lover?"
"Do we have a way to send a letter of challenge to Karn? I want him to meet us at Rage in the west, near where the moon-sun sets into the sea of blood." You begin to write a very rude note to Karnn in your handwriting.
"Yes, we can do that. I'll get our fastest couriers on it." Elios smiles.
After sending the letter via a few of your best couriers, you begin to prepare for war.
You go to the center of town and begin a rallying speech for the people of Night Valley, saying that in the battle to come, you will be up against Karnn, one of the King's generals, and if you can stop him in a battle at Rage by the sea of blood, you will finally take advantage in this war, but you'll need every hand you can get to help.
> "The battle to come will decide the course of our destiny. We can win, and live free, or we can lose and die under the boot of tyranny and fascism. So, who's with me?" You put your axe high up in the sky.
"I am!" "And I!" "Me!" "Our lives, our town, our choice!" Some of the villagers begin to chant.
You nod. "Good. See to your weapons and armor, for battle is coming to us soon." The villagers go off, ready for the fight.
You have a day to get ready and two to travel to Rage. Everyone in Night Valley begins to suit up and grab what weapons and armor they can, even if it's naught but farming tools, and every dirty trick in the book of warfare is packed away on wagons and covered in tarps so the corrosive wind doesn't get to it.
The children are left with Felora, who has volunteered to stay behind, and keep them safe at the Allmother's church in town. You make sure to say your goodbyes, knowing that you may not return.
You lead the army of Night Valley to Rage, under your new battle standard banner, a painting of your pet cat Pumpkin in front of crossed axes and a topless maiden adoring each side of the border.
> The army travels all day, and you arrive at Rage just before dusk. The area is large abandoned fortress, with a high stone wall surrounding it. You can see watchtowers at every corner, and the long abandoned ramparts are waiting to be used.
Great, defensible position. You think.
"Alright, tean." You call out. "Set up however you think you'll best be effective in the coming fight around the fort. Karnn should be getting my note soon and be on his way here. By my estimates, we should have a day to ready ourselves and the fortress both before he gets here."
You fully intend on making the fortress ready for him. You order the doors boarded up and made stronger, traps set up at every approach possible, and firing positions set up for your archers. You find some cannons and whatnot in the basement, rolling them out and covering them from the wind as well. You're glad to find that most, if not all, of the tools still work.
By the time you're done, you're exhausted. You know that you've prepared as well as possible for this fight.
You all sit around a bonfire in what used to be the commanding room before it was abandoned and party one last time.
"Tomorrow, the sea of blood will be sated with the disgusting claret of Karnn and his rat bastard of an army!" You shout.
"Here! Here!" Your men all shout in unison, drinking from flagons of wine and ale. You, of course, indulge in your hedonism by finding some willing ladies and drinking their sweet nectar. You don't need alcohol when there's pussy instead.
Eventually, the party dies down and you make your way to a bed chamber. You are too full of energy to sleep, however, so you begin to approach one of the ladies of the evening that is still awake.
You turn to her, suddenly serious. "Have I been a good leader for Night Valley?"
> The woman looks a bit surprised by the tone of your voice and thinks for a moment. "Well, I... suppose so."
"I want an honest answer." You say, your voice giving away the level of nervous you actually are. "Because the fate of this town depends on it. If the worst happens and we lose I want to know I at least did everything I could for you all, especially since I'm not from here or this world at all. This shit's hard, this is why I stick to doing the hard fighting, usually."
The lady puts a hand on your shoulder and looks into your eyes. "You're doing a good job, my wonderful warrior. No one else could've led us this far, or made what we have from so little. You built the town up and put genuine love into it, and not enough leaders show that passion. Even if you did upgrade the brothel first, it showed you were honest about helping us."
You say "What's your name? What do you do in Night Valley?"
> "Bren. I'm the school teacher. Well, when I say school teacher I mean I teach any children that aren't working to read and write. They deserve a chance, should you save the world, and I'm starting to believe we really have a chance at that thanks to you." She smiles.
"Good to know I have dedicated teachers in my town." You reply, with a smile of your own. "You always this charming?"
"Oh yes. Its my job to ensure the children are happy and feeling cared for. I'm more than happy to help with that any way I can, just like my mother taught me."
"Y-You're really sweet. Ah, thank you for listening to my being fucking stupid and worrying too much. I'm not normally like this." You blush. "I'm supposed to be a lot more brazen and cool than this."
"You should be. You're a fucking legend in these parts."
"Now I'm really embarrassed." You smile.
Bren laughs and kisses you on the cheek. "Goodnight, Night Valley's own brave knight, Allmother's very own shining example of good."
You turn to leave, but she stops you. "What, the knight isn't going to ravish the maiden that just eased her mind?"
You turn to her and blush, knowing you can't really sleep tonight anyway, and decide to fulfill her fantasy, winking at her. "I'll show you how grateful this knight is for her maiden's kind lips."
Bren's eyes widen in surprise and she gasps in delight. "You're a very bold and brave knight, milady."
"You told me to be brazen. Now get out of that shirt and into my bed."
"Yes, milady."
You spend the night with Bren and managed to actually fall asleep, your mind and body finally able to relax enough after orgasm to get a much needed pre-war nap.
You wake up and smile at the sleeping Bren, whispering. "Thanks for calming me down enough I could sleep."
> With that, you grab your pelt armor and your holy axe, and go to make final preparations as the moon-sun rises higher. You stand on the battlements and watch the moon-sun slowly rise in the distance. You hold up your axe as it's engulfed in light, watching as the blade comes to life, shining with its own red-orange glow. You wait for Karnn. And you wait. And wait. Then, you see a massive figure slowly approaching the fort, followed by an army clad in black and ugly armor. It doesn't have the slender grace of Karnn as you knew him, it walks with its shoulders hunched. You watch as the figure's hands writhe like restless tentacles, needing to be constantly doing something. The eyes glow the same insane glow they did during your first fight, and he is still vaguely shaped like a human, but so much is now growing out of him and over him, and his armor is broken and shattered, scales forming where the armor broke off. He looks up at you, and he raises a tentacle to point at you. The army keeps coming, with undead guards leading the way, and demons following after.
You sound the horns and get everyone ready to defend Fort Rage.
Karnn marches slow but sure, his eyes having spotted you, hungry for revenge. Your eyes glare back, showing a steeled determination and a will that just won't break. The march is a short one, with guards blocking his path and the horde stopping behind to wait.
"Good day, Karnn." You scoff. "You've changed."
"Night... Valley..." His words barely resemble human speech. "Lord... Dragon... Power... I want power... Revenge..."
"We all want something, monster. I want to live surrounded by naked women feeding me as I'm made to pleasure them, but we don't always get what we want, now do we?" You growl.
"I... Want... POWER!" Karnn roars, in a deep and powerful voice much different from his usual tone. A dark aura spawns from him and knocks the wind around the fort around. And with that, silence. There was nothing left to be said, especially not to a monster like Karnn.
You stand at the top of the fort, defiant. The battle at the sea of blood was about to begin.
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Posts are just NSFW in general from now on. I blame Redwood.
You spend the rest of the night entertaining the town, especially the women.
> The only thing that could make this night better is a tumble in the hay with one of these lovely ladies, or maybe more than one. You invite the ladies back to your own house and find that you've got company.
Well, at least it's company you know, and it isn't like Wulfgar is terrible or anything. You're just a bit confused as to why he's here.
You look at Wulfgar and scratch your head. "Didn't they give you your own room at the inn to stay in for now, gramps? Why are you in my house?"
> Wulfgar seems a bit sheepish as he explains himself. "Sorry, Red, gramps is an idiot. He was drinking a bit too much at the tavern and lost track of time. Where are the girls?"
You gracefully lock the women in your bedroom for now against his prying eyes. "They're, uh, doing my taxes. It's extremely boring, I promise you. Besides, you're like seventy years old aren't you? Can you even get it up anymore for the ladies?"It's a thought you want immediately out of your mind. You feel at least 100% more lesbian than you did a minute ago, and you were already very lesbian, for having thought of it.
"Pah! I'm in my prime!" He flexes his muscles and puffs out his chest.
You roll your eyes a bit and change the subject. "Sure you are, gramps. Are you sure there's no other reason why you'd be in my house? Do you have anything important to tell me, maybe?"
> Wulfgar closes his eyes for a moment before answering. "Oh yeah! I was going to ask if you knew a guy I met in the King's army. Some fancy-prancy young whelp named Karnn. Said you owed him something. I was drinking and got curious about what someone like you, my Queen, would owe him?"
Your mind flashes back to when you originally liberated Night Valley. Karnn was a bandit lord who's mind had been brainwashed by the Dark Dragon. Karnn fled with King Barreathe after you killed the Dragon. You aren't surprised to find out he's still around, given the Dragon has also returned as the Lord of the Night.
You sigh. "I sorta know him, yeah. The only thing I think I owe him is another ass-kicking. He's the guy who was harassing this very town I now lead here, Night Valley, when I originally showed up."
Well, you don't lead them, per se. You just delight them. The point still stands, you suppose.
"He sounds like a whelp, alright! Let me at 'em!" Wulfgar shadowboxes drunkenly as he says this. "Anyway, I ask because I remembered him saying he'd be back for revenge before you know it and was hoping you'd have what you owed him ready."
You laugh a bit. "Oh, it'll be no problem for me to come up with another ass-kicking. Did you have any idea what kind of timeline he had for re-invading Night Valley?"
> Wulfgar shrugs. "He said he was still gathering forces and shit, so within the next few months, I reckon. The guy seemed pretty confident in himself when I met him once upon a time, though. All you whelps are like that these days."
You smile and try to lead Wulfgar back to the inn, hoping he's forgotten about the women. "Thanks, friend. Go take a long rest, you've earned it. I'll make sure your tab is paid, so don't worry about paying for more drinks."
Wulfgar nods and leaves. It's odd, you think, to see him as a friend. Still not as odd as the wide collection of grandfather types you've amassed back home. Something about you just had old men wanting to pass on life lessons to you.
You unlock your bedroom door and grin at the women. "He's gone. Now where were we?"
> The women at this point, as usual, straddle you and begin kissing. They're absorbed in the moment, and that's when it strikes you. These are the moments you live for. The decadence, the hedonism, all of it.
---
The next day you begin to think about whether or not Wulfgar's information is reliable. You decide to send out a scouting troupe lead by Elios, your head assassin, and see what they can gather about Karnn's position, or if he even really is alive to begin with.
After a week, Elios and the rest of the scouts come marching back into camp.
"What did you find out about Karnn?" You ask.
"There's an army deployed south of us in the region of Witches' Place. They appear to be deploying a banner in purple depicting a dragon and a pair of crossed sabers on it. There's at least one man that would fit your description of Karnn leading the group, and if anything, he's looking even worse than the description you gave us." Elios reports.
"I assume me killing the Dark Dragon and its resurrection as the Lord of the Night has to do with any transformation he's undergoing. Guy was overrun with horrible dragon energy when I met him." You explain. "And shit, Witches' Place. That's not terribly far off from here. We got maybe a few days at best to prepare the city. If we can defeat Karnn, though, it'll be a huge blow to the King's abilities. I have an idea, though. Elios?"
"Yes, lover?"
"Do we have a way to send a letter of challenge to Karn? I want him to meet us at Rage in the west, near where the moon-sun sets into the sea of blood." You begin to write a very rude note to Karnn in your handwriting.
"Yes, we can do that. I'll get our fastest couriers on it." Elios smiles.
After sending the letter via a few of your best couriers, you begin to prepare for war.
You go to the center of town and begin a rallying speech for the people of Night Valley, saying that in the battle to come, you will be up against Karnn, one of the King's generals, and if you can stop him in a battle at Rage by the sea of blood, you will finally take advantage in this war, but you'll need every hand you can get to help.
> "The battle to come will decide the course of our destiny. We can win, and live free, or we can lose and die under the boot of tyranny and fascism. So, who's with me?" You put your axe high up in the sky.
"I am!" "And I!" "Me!" "Our lives, our town, our choice!" Some of the villagers begin to chant.
You nod. "Good. See to your weapons and armor, for battle is coming to us soon." The villagers go off, ready for the fight.
You have a day to get ready and two to travel to Rage. Everyone in Night Valley begins to suit up and grab what weapons and armor they can, even if it's naught but farming tools, and every dirty trick in the book of warfare is packed away on wagons and covered in tarps so the corrosive wind doesn't get to it.
The children are left with Felora, who has volunteered to stay behind, and keep them safe at the Allmother's church in town. You make sure to say your goodbyes, knowing that you may not return.
You lead the army of Night Valley to Rage, under your new battle standard banner, a painting of your pet cat Pumpkin in front of crossed axes and a topless maiden adoring each side of the border.
> The army travels all day, and you arrive at Rage just before dusk. The area is large abandoned fortress, with a high stone wall surrounding it. You can see watchtowers at every corner, and the long abandoned ramparts are waiting to be used.
Great, defensible position. You think.
"Alright, tean." You call out. "Set up however you think you'll best be effective in the coming fight around the fort. Karnn should be getting my note soon and be on his way here. By my estimates, we should have a day to ready ourselves and the fortress both before he gets here."
You fully intend on making the fortress ready for him. You order the doors boarded up and made stronger, traps set up at every approach possible, and firing positions set up for your archers. You find some cannons and whatnot in the basement, rolling them out and covering them from the wind as well. You're glad to find that most, if not all, of the tools still work.
By the time you're done, you're exhausted. You know that you've prepared as well as possible for this fight.
You all sit around a bonfire in what used to be the commanding room before it was abandoned and party one last time.
"Tomorrow, the sea of blood will be sated with the disgusting claret of Karnn and his rat bastard of an army!" You shout.
"Here! Here!" Your men all shout in unison, drinking from flagons of wine and ale. You, of course, indulge in your hedonism by finding some willing ladies and drinking their sweet nectar. You don't need alcohol when there's pussy instead.
Eventually, the party dies down and you make your way to a bed chamber. You are too full of energy to sleep, however, so you begin to approach one of the ladies of the evening that is still awake.
You turn to her, suddenly serious. "Have I been a good leader for Night Valley?"
> The woman looks a bit surprised by the tone of your voice and thinks for a moment. "Well, I... suppose so."
"I want an honest answer." You say, your voice giving away the level of nervous you actually are. "Because the fate of this town depends on it. If the worst happens and we lose I want to know I at least did everything I could for you all, especially since I'm not from here or this world at all. This shit's hard, this is why I stick to doing the hard fighting, usually."
The lady puts a hand on your shoulder and looks into your eyes. "You're doing a good job, my wonderful warrior. No one else could've led us this far, or made what we have from so little. You built the town up and put genuine love into it, and not enough leaders show that passion. Even if you did upgrade the brothel first, it showed you were honest about helping us."
You say "What's your name? What do you do in Night Valley?"
> "Bren. I'm the school teacher. Well, when I say school teacher I mean I teach any children that aren't working to read and write. They deserve a chance, should you save the world, and I'm starting to believe we really have a chance at that thanks to you." She smiles.
"Good to know I have dedicated teachers in my town." You reply, with a smile of your own. "You always this charming?"
"Oh yes. Its my job to ensure the children are happy and feeling cared for. I'm more than happy to help with that any way I can, just like my mother taught me."
"Y-You're really sweet. Ah, thank you for listening to my being fucking stupid and worrying too much. I'm not normally like this." You blush. "I'm supposed to be a lot more brazen and cool than this."
"You should be. You're a fucking legend in these parts."
"Now I'm really embarrassed." You smile.
Bren laughs and kisses you on the cheek. "Goodnight, Night Valley's own brave knight, Allmother's very own shining example of good."
You turn to leave, but she stops you. "What, the knight isn't going to ravish the maiden that just eased her mind?"
You turn to her and blush, knowing you can't really sleep tonight anyway, and decide to fulfill her fantasy, winking at her. "I'll show you how grateful this knight is for her maiden's kind lips."
Bren's eyes widen in surprise and she gasps in delight. "You're a very bold and brave knight, milady."
"You told me to be brazen. Now get out of that shirt and into my bed."
"Yes, milady."
You spend the night with Bren and managed to actually fall asleep, your mind and body finally able to relax enough after orgasm to get a much needed pre-war nap.
You wake up and smile at the sleeping Bren, whispering. "Thanks for calming me down enough I could sleep."
> With that, you grab your pelt armor and your holy axe, and go to make final preparations as the moon-sun rises higher. You stand on the battlements and watch the moon-sun slowly rise in the distance. You hold up your axe as it's engulfed in light, watching as the blade comes to life, shining with its own red-orange glow. You wait for Karnn. And you wait. And wait. Then, you see a massive figure slowly approaching the fort, followed by an army clad in black and ugly armor. It doesn't have the slender grace of Karnn as you knew him, it walks with its shoulders hunched. You watch as the figure's hands writhe like restless tentacles, needing to be constantly doing something. The eyes glow the same insane glow they did during your first fight, and he is still vaguely shaped like a human, but so much is now growing out of him and over him, and his armor is broken and shattered, scales forming where the armor broke off. He looks up at you, and he raises a tentacle to point at you. The army keeps coming, with undead guards leading the way, and demons following after.
You sound the horns and get everyone ready to defend Fort Rage.
Karnn marches slow but sure, his eyes having spotted you, hungry for revenge. Your eyes glare back, showing a steeled determination and a will that just won't break. The march is a short one, with guards blocking his path and the horde stopping behind to wait.
"Good day, Karnn." You scoff. "You've changed."
"Night... Valley..." His words barely resemble human speech. "Lord... Dragon... Power... I want power... Revenge..."
"We all want something, monster. I want to live surrounded by naked women feeding me as I'm made to pleasure them, but we don't always get what we want, now do we?" You growl.
"I... Want... POWER!" Karnn roars, in a deep and powerful voice much different from his usual tone. A dark aura spawns from him and knocks the wind around the fort around. And with that, silence. There was nothing left to be said, especially not to a monster like Karnn.
You stand at the top of the fort, defiant. The battle at the sea of blood was about to begin.