The captain nodded to Amelia cursorily. "Thank you for your courage. I hope to see you again, and soon."<br/><br/>Thus you had departed.<br/><br/><br/>Back in the present, the wagon full of refugees trundles past you, presumably back towards Margrave. There is a girlish giggle from somewhere in the wagon, perhaps some parent had managed to coax some joy out of the morose situation.<br/><br/>The road goes on some more and you veer off about half a mile, skirting a copse of trees into some fields, and it is dusk as the village comes into sight, the silhouette of some buildings visible against the orange glow of the setting sun, but some blot into the shadows of the trees to one side of the village.<br/><br/>The quiet scene is broken by the sound of loud screaming moans, heavy panting, definitely a woman of some sort, as if in the throes of passion but also in a great amount of pain and fear. Most of the rest of the village is quiet, but as you strain your senses in realisation that something is very wrong here, you hear a few other scattered groans, as if of some injured people grunting for help, unable to speak.<br/><br/>Your footsteps quicken heading up to the village, and you start to see more as you come closer. Four broken bodies lie strewn on the floor, though you initially see five. One was torn in two at the waist, another was missing its head. The other had its heavy armor smashed into his chest, and the last was missing its right arm and chest.<br/><br/>The screaming groans continue, sporadically rending the blood-scented air as you push deeper into the village, plenty more bodies on the street. There are several more soldier bodies, then the bodies turn into that of civilians. Men, old men, children. Those of you more in touch with your carnal selves might also realize the screams were becoming less sharper and somewhat lower in pitch but higher in intensity and volume, as if fear and terror was being overtaken by pleasure. You round the last corner where the village square is and see the source of all that groaning.<br/><br/>Facing near where you enter, seated on some stone benches - presumably once carved and placed for villagers to rest and socialize - is a large hulking humanoid, greenish brown in hue, its skin as if bark and moss and stone, probably nearly 12' tall when standing. In one hand it is holding a snack of what looks like a human leg, that it stuffs into its fang filled maw from which escapes some low grunts, and the other hand idly holding a<del>fleshlite</del>human female by the torso, its claws clutching her from her waist to under her arms, facing away from its monstrous form as it slides her body up and down its huge shaft that looked like it was nearly 1' thick, and probably just over 2' of its estimated 3' length was inside its current victim. You can see the woman still had remnants of a chainshirt on her body as her breasts are bouncing freely, her hands bound behind her back, and because she is facing you under her mess of dark hair her eyes rolling back almost in white, saliva over almost all of her lower chin as she shrills and moans like a broken instrument being played on some grotesque stick. And indeed it was, you can see the abdomen of the woman stretched and distended by the assault on her body, perhaps even the area right under her sternum was shifting, as she was being callously used.<br/><br/>You aren't immediately aware but you realize there are very many human females around on the ground, strewn about the village square, all in states of undress and many catatonic from the gaping holes between their legs where they have been stretched horrifically, some of the earlier softer grunts might be from those still conscious. Unlike the one currently being used though, they look generally like villagers.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://paizo.com/image/content/PathfinderChronicles/PZO1107-troll.jpg)</div>Regardless, the creature is looking squarely in your direction as you appear a short distance away around the corner, and seems not too affected by its use of the female as it slides her upwards its huge member so that she was about less than 1' on his shaft, then releases her and gives a loud snarl as if to greet you all with ferocious intent. Then again, it was probably the sound of the beast's climax as the woman struggles and wriggles like a mindless worm, her stomach stretching further suddenly, bloating like it would burst, then she is half propelled off the creature's shaft, landing in a gibbering quivering heap at its feet as its cum squirts out from her upraised behind and also from the beast's member.<br/><br/>(More to come...)