The young Paladin Ian had survived the orc’s ambush; the same could not be said for the rest of the escort. The Priest had been slain and the Holy Relic taken. Two Knights from his order as well as a dozen soldiers had died. Under orders of his master, the Justiciar Olren, he had fled into the forest to get word to the Chapel. What choice did he have? He had the rank of Protector after all. He had tried to navigate back to the town but he had become hopelessly lost due in part to his head wound.
Now he sought a clearing to rest and pray for guidance. As he entered that clearing though he was shot in both legs with arrows. He drew his sword in defiance, determined to die well. When his attackers showed themselves his blood ran cold. Two half elves in full rut approached him. They had the exaggerated tits and asses of the rut and wore the outfit the Priests had warned him of. He knew he was in more danger from these two women than he had been from any orc blade.
~A story line explored with a friend online. Not sure if it will ever see the light but I thought you all may enjoy it.
SinDD
2024-01-19 18:39:01 +0000 UTCGaiden
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