<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/eb/d8/a4/ebd8a42bc4db97868155efa9388ad1ef.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Myrina Valda<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Them Trees<br/><strong>Quest:</strong>Witch Rescue<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Orcs<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Myrina had to skid to a stop in the middle of the camp, just roughly fifteen feet away from the brutes holding Bastion. Her face was clear with displeasure at the way these beasts had practically ignored both her exploding fire gambit, and her trademark battle cry. No doubt their brains were turned off in favor of the tiny brains in their balls. They even had fashioned a way to wear the witch as some kind of cock sleeve, so they could try to pull some kind ill conceived trade off with her.<br/><br/>Positioning her battle ax on her shoulder she spat on one of the small fires burning on the ground, producing a light<em>hissss...</em><br/>It was annoying enough that these beasts were holding her friend, but then to think she, a future chieftain, would just bare herself for the pleasure of some mutated pigs? Along with the fact that her volley of arrows never came, at this point she was really pissed off.<br/>"...Nah, that deal sucks."<br/><br/>When her eyes raised again that irritation and lack of patience would be clear. "Here's the new deal…" she raised her sword to point towards the captors, "...we're going to kill the three of you, and it's going to be brutal and nasty. But, you've been able to get your rocks off one last time, so if you accept your fate like men, and let the witch boy go. I swear to make sure that your deaths are as quick and painless as possible…"<br/>Then that fire burned brighter in her eyes as she sneered and twisted her sword in the air.<br/><br/>"...however, if you harm him any more than you already have, I promise that I will make sure you stay alive while I disembowel you, and string your internal organs around this camp like it's Christmas tinsel."<br/>The grin on her face said she might actually be looking forward to such an outcome. "...oh, and if you castrate him, I'll do the same to you. Except I'll tear off your shitty cock by hand."<br/>Then she gave them a quick pause to let that sink in, still holding her sword up.<br/><br/>"So, what's it gonna be?"