3 Little Pigs (IC)
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				Title: <strong>3 Little Pigs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 00:24:26</strong>
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				((Please visit the OOC thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109491.0) with interest, ideas, comments or bios. Please do not post until approved. Readers Welcome!))<br><br>The fire crackled and sent up a plume of swirling, orange sparks as the logs collapsed inward, joining the mound of shapeless glowing embers. The long bearded Warrior-King Kev'Lach Wul'Garren, stared blankly at the glowing mass. The man known to his enemies as "The Wolf" scraped the long edge of his heavy, iron axe with a flat stone, no longer effectively sharpening the blade, instead he was obsessively honing it toward an edge that it could never truly reach, in truth he only sought to keep his hands busy as he sharpened his mind for the battle that was to come.<br><br>The man known as Wolf glanced up to the sky, seeing the pale blue palour which signaled that the new dawn was breaking. Brushing his hands of the grey dust which he had gathered during the course of his sharpening, Wolf rose to seek out his mount: Shadowmere. The deep black stallion was already armored and frothing, all too eager to ride out in the service of her master.<br><br>Wolf glared into the horse's red eyes with conviction and malice, urging his steed to maintain a degree of composure. Composure that would keep the two united as countless others tumbled from their skiddish mounts.<br><br>After fastidiously tightening the leather bindings on his ornate, iron curiass, Kev'Lach slid the heavy iron helmet over his red mane. The helm was forged in the shape of a wolf's head, an intimidating reminder to all enemies of the nomadic Norven people of the king's murderous reputation.<br><br>Hooves clattered through the thick mud, once lush with grass, now pounded into a thick muck from the gathered waste of the invading army. Kev rode past his archers swiftly, offering only a sidelong glance to his lieutenant.<br><br>"Dip the arrows deep in oil and make sure they burn hot. These fools have built an entire village of grass and straw. We'll watch them all twist and burn in the wind." Wolf remarked through a smirk as he rode to the front.<br><br>"Aye Sir," Lieutenant Mac'Grieves answered dutifully before turning back to the lines of archers fanning out across the hillside. "You heard His Braveness! Dip arrows and light torches. We're gonna turn this village into Hell on Gia, we are!"<br><br>Shadowmere thudded her hooves to a halt as Wolf joined his negotiator at the front, overlooking a bright orange plain, barely kissed by the first light of dawn. Wolf always sneered in disdain when he was charged to carry the white banner for a parley, but such had been the custom for many generations in Norven lore. <br><br><em>"One cannot conquer that which would hide or surrender. Only the dog with teeth is a deserving kill,"</em><br><br>"This culture is very humble, they may well surrender to our might your Braveness." Gel'Mach the negotiator told his Master. "Have you thought of what terms you may present?"<br><br>"We'll ask for a bounty of grain and gold, not to mention a selection of fresh slaves from their women and new soldiers of their men." Kev mumbled from deep in his chest. "I pray that we might demand it harshly, perhaps they might be fool enough to say no."<br><br>With that, both men spurred their mounts, riding at a full gallop across the low valley, through the fields of grain which had only begun to be harvested and bundled at intervals through the field. Some of the townspeople had already been at work in the fields before first light, but all stopped whatever it was they were doing as the fearsome looking duo rode past. Despite the white banner flying above them, the two battle scarred Norven elders were a frightening sight to any who beheld their approach.<br><br>The village had a wall around it, though it wasn't much of one. Mostly made of dry branches, sharpened at the top into points, lashed together with lengths of straw that kept them bound together. If he'd wanted to, the Wolf could have ridden over the gate and into the city with little trouble, but now was not the time to demonstrate his might. Kev'Lach wanted these country farming, dirt worshipers to believe they had a chance against the mighty Norven hoard.<br><br>"In the name of Sk'rivva, Gia and all the old Gods who birthed us all. I Kev'Lach Wul'Garren demand entry to this village for negotiations. If you refuse, there shall be no mercy for any of you. I will call forth Hell from the sky and burn your civilization to the ground!" The Wolf bellowed as his horse stomped at the ground. "What man rules here? I'll speak to him now!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: 3 Little Pigs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 02:20:32</strong>
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				Delen Jadai, Jai to her friends, was on the wall speaking to the lookouts the day the warriors came. Looking out across the fields she could see them coming and gave a small sigh. It wasn't the first time in their history that warriors had come and "conquered" them and it likely wouldn't be the last. How not when they seemed so ripe for the plucking. An agrarian nation they prided themselves on their peaceful ways and their ability to find a balance with the land around them. They planted and harvested in time with the earth, hunted various game in it's seasons and always gave thanks for a healthy harvest or hunt. <br><br>When warriors came they bent like the shafts of wheat they harvested, losing fewer lives through surrender than bloodshed. They had a wall around their small city but it wasn't meant to keep enemies out so much as to keep larger animals from getting into the gardens planted inside the walls. They could use a bow and many were skilled with knives but only a few owned a sword and knew how to use it. Those warriors that came often found them docile and as such often moved on to more quarrelsome prey forgetting the sweet fields and farm left behind.<br><br>Such was their history and by yielding they lasted. Where others were trampled, their villages burned and land salted, Jenta remained.<br><br>Now these came, carring a white flag and demanding to speak with the man in charge. The demand made Jai smile softly which calmed the lookouts on the walls, "Go, summon Jin, let him know we have warriors at the gates and I will go and open them to let the men inside."<br><br>The men simply nodded and ran to do her will, none in Jenta argued when the High Priestess of Lyr'in spoke. Pulling up the cowl on her robes she moved off the walls and to their simple gates, opening them wide and looking at the strangers come to threaten her people, "Greetings strangers," she said her voice soft but carrying with the skill of those trained to speak to crowds, "Be welcome in Jenta. Our lookouts have gone to fetch the Lord Mayor Jin and I am Delen Jadai, Priestess of Lyr'in. If you will speak with Jin, I can show you where to stable your horses and have the kitchen girls prepare a meal if you desire," she said offering the hospitality due to any stranger come to their lands, even those who came to take what wasn't theirs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 3 Little Pigs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 02:36:44</strong>
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				Kev'Lach, The Wolf of the North, sneered as the woman addressed him directly. She was even so bold as to look him in the eye, a privilege few of his own warriors even dared assume. She made orders to her people as she looked down upon them from the wall, her crimson tresses lightly tousled across her pale face as the wind blew across the plane that separated the Norven hoard from these fragile walls of splinter and straw.<br><br>"Yes! Run and fetch your Master, subservient dogs! Bow to the bitch who would watch you crawl." Kev'Lach taunted from the ground as the guards atop the towers rushed to do her bidding. The Warrior-King turned to his negotiator and adviser. "What sort of place is this, that sets men under the thumb of a frail woman?"<br><br>"I know not, Your Braveness. But perhaps we might take advantage of their hospitality, that our men might eat and rest without bloodshed. It has been a long march indeed since the last town we sacked." Gel'Mach pleaded with his hotblooded ruler.<br><br>"No man deserves rest or food that would not gladly bleed with his king on the Field of Valor." The King spat as his horse Shadowmere stomped the ground and shook at her reigns. "Besides. Why should we men bend to the will of a sharp tongued minx? When I could make her howl with delight before the morrow. Those who surrender wait for the chance to betray, those who are beaten plead for the chance to live."<br><br>Just then, creaking ropes moved on wooden wheels, arching the heavy wooden gate back and tipping the front open. The gate rose to reveal the same priestess, now more hidden behind the cowl of her robes, who bid them welcome to the village of Jenta. As she spoke, Kev'Lach allowed himself to view her more closely, the way her heavy robes nestled subtly against the feminine curves of her body, revealing the swells of her breasts and hips, in contrast to the vacant smoothness of her middle. Kev'Lach felt his girth growing wide in the saddle as he gently heeled his horse, urging the massive mare to stomp its way through the gate.<br><br>Kev'Lach rode up on the woman, his adviser close behind, letting his midnight colored steed stomp and snort very near to her face.<br><br>"Welcome we may be, but I am not commanded by any who live, least of all a woman barely fit to carry my axe." Kev'Lach taunted in a long tense moment. He sat astride his horse, staring down into the eyes of the woman. He was challenging her, daring her to look away and gauging the fire that he saw reflected in her eyes. He stared at her until he heard the creak of bows being drawn from the guards behind him. "Ask again nicely and I'll allow you to lead us where you please."<br><br>Kev'Lach dismounted slowly, landing less than a foot form the woman who introduced herself as Delen Jadai. He reached up slowly to pull the cowl back from her face.<br><br>"And if you would dare to look me in the eye, I would see your face." The Warrior-King said softly, removing his own helmet in the process. "Lead on."<br><br>As his long, rust colored hair spilled forth from his helmet, Kev'Lach smirked at the Priestess. When she turned to lead him to the Great Hall where the two emissaries would be received, some fool, barely more than a boy tried to seize up Shadowmere's reigns. The mare brayed and reared back hard, lifting the young man up from the ground and tossing him aside with a shake of her mighty neck.<br><br>"Easy girl..." Kev'Lach whispered to the horse, tugging on her reigns hard and forcing her to look him in the eye. "Soon enough you'll feel their skulls crunch under your hooves."<br><br>Once the young man had regained his footing, Kev'Lach handed off his still reluctant steed to the now terrified young man.<br><br>"Grip her tight, boy." Kev'Lach cautioned the youth. "Act like a man and she will respect you. Act like a boy and she will surely drag you to your death."<br><br>Once the horses were coaxed firmly into the stables, both Kev and Gel followed the priestess to the hall where they would be received. The Priestess' robes fell gently between the firm round globes of her ass, each jiggling faintly as she took a step. The Warrior-King found himself mesmerized by the gate of the lovely young priestess who dared look him in the eye.<br><br>The three all gathered around a long, wooden table in the great hall where the parley was to take place. After a brief interval, similarly garbed women joined the assemblage, bearing food and drink which was laid out before the invaders. Gel'Mach nodded in appreciation, as he adjusted the plate of food before him and smelled the grain liquor before him. Kev, on the other hand, was staring more hungrily at the girl who had brought the food than the meal itself.<br><br>When the girl turned back toward the kitchen, Kev'Lach snatched her by the wrist and yanked her back toward him. With his other hand slithering around her throat, he sat her forcefully down in his lap.<br><br>"You cook this food yourself girl?" Kev asked the trembling, whimpering young woman. "You eat first. Each item on the plate and a deep swill of the mead. Otherwise I might not live so long as to regret trusting the generosity of my rivals."<br><br>Kev'Lach's cock was growing beneath the terrified girl, as he shoved pinches of the food down the girl's face, not giving her a chance to protest or even chew before he was stuffing meat, bread and potatoes down her gullet. As he did this, Kev'Lach stared at the Priestess Delen, his lips curving up into a sadistic smile, imagining her similarly helpless and distressed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 3 Little Pigs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 03:14:59</strong>
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				Jai laughed softly when the man before her said he would be commanded by no one, especially not a woman, "I command none Stranger, I merely offer the hospitality of our small city. If you do not wish to partake of the food and rest offered I would be the last to try and force you. Followers of Lyr'in do not believe in forcing any to a path they do not choose freely for themselves."<br><br>Watching him slide from his horse she watched him closely, never lowering her eyes despite his attempt to intimidate her into doing so. She made no move to stop him from lowering the cowl of her robe and didn't so much as shudder when his eyes traveled over her body. She was no virgin to shrink from the gaze of a man. She was aware that men like this visited brutality, humiliation, and death on those whose paths they crossed, but she worshiped Lyr'in and&nbsp; believed in the balance of all things. If her suffering restored some balance to the world, so be it.<br><br>He didn't frighten her and she let him see that in her calm, peaceful, gaze.<br><br>Once the horses were handed off she led them to the Great Hall. She didn't comment on the excitement with the boy, simply giving everyone calm eyes, though underneath a thread of annoyance wound it's way through her heart. This man was clearly a brute, a barbarian and yet she knew her peaceful city would bend to his whims. It was their way, but it didn't always make her happy. Life wasn't about being happy however, it was about balance and as she walked she concentrated on that fact, drawing in slow breaths and releasing them while in her mind she repeated The Prayer for Peace.<br><br>At the Hall doors she opened them and held, allowing their "guests" to enter before her as befitted the rules of hospitality. Once inside she guided them to the table where Jin sat awaiting their presence, and moved back behind Jin, kneeling on a pallet there and not partaking of the meal. Now was the time for the men to talk, Jin would seek her counsel when the time was right, until then she knelt quietly but didn't drop her gaze. She might be kneeling but she wasn't subservient, she was the High Priestess and if it came to it, she would outrank Jin.<br><br>Watching the brute manhandle one of the serving girls she spoke softly, her voice lyrical and calm carrying just and edge of censure in it, "If you do not let the girl chew, you won't know if she dies because of poison in the food, or because you simply made her choke on it." Looking to the girl she spoke kindly, her voice soothing and under it the girl relaxed despite Kev's brutal treatment, "Lyr'in an nai, ja denair am keth." <em>Lyr'in is all, bend as the reed.</em><br><br>Looking to Jin she placed a hand gently on his shoulder, feeling the stiffness in his spine and letting her words be for him as well as the serving girl and felt some of the tension slide out of him, even more drifting away when she spoke softly to him, "They are guests and owed our hospitality even if they abuse it so. In the end Lyr'in brings balance to all things, and all men."<br><br>Jin nodded and looked to the men at his table, drawing a deep drink of the mead in his cup, mead that had been poured from the same jug that had filled the other men's goblets, "Jai is correct, you are our guests, no harm will come to you under any roof in Jenta. We are a peaceful people, bending as the reed before the storm and laying grievances before the turning of the Wheel. Speak freely what you wish of us and if it is ours to give you will leave here with it in your possession."<br><br>His words were heartfelt but also practiced. They were words that had been spoken to more than one tyrant, more than one conqueror come to claim the ripe fruit that was the fields of Jenta to supply their hoards. All that came left with what they wished and most forgot the quiet people who bent so easily to the whims of others. None realized that in bending they survived as themselves. Few died though some were taken as slavesand never had they ceased to be who they were. While others fought and were broken, ground down or stamped out, those in Jenta remained, Jenta remained, unbroken, untrampled, and always as they had been.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 3 Little Pigs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 01:30:32</strong>
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				The Wolf's lips peeled back from his teeth as the woman gently cautioned him from his behavior, intended from the outset to spark a quarrel in her. It seemed the people of this land seemed quite practiced at rolling over and taking what was coming. Weakness disgusted the great king and made him long to replace this incessant nagging with the sound of blades rending flesh.<br><br>The man spoke next, seated at the head of the table, but when he opened his mouth, the whining tone of the woman issued forth. As though he were merely a poppet on strings, with her voicing all the parts herself.<br><br>The serving girl tried to gather herself up from the Wolf’s lap, having successfully swallowed the mash of food stuffed past her lips, but his broad arm around her waist kept her restrained as the large invader began to devour his meal. Stealing long, poignant glares up at the Priestess. While Kev’Lach was busy stuffing his mouth, Gel’Mach took the opportunity to be heard.<br><br>“The Norven people are grateful for your willing compliance. Our Brave King is peerless in the ways of battle and warfare, but has much to learn in the way of diplomacy and discretion.” Gel’Mach said calmly, holding up his glass in a brief show of homage to their hosts. “It is good of you to offer yourselves willingly to the will of the Norven army. We hope that-”<br><br>“Firstly!” Kev’Lach interrupted his counterpart sharply, slamming his drink back to the table. “We demand five-thousand stone of grain to feed my men. One-thousand gold pieces, five hundred able bodied young men to join mighty Hoard as well as the same number of young women to serve as slaves to the desires of my best men.”<br><br>“My Lord. I think you may have grown slightly over-excited... As you can see these people are but humble farmers. Perhaps-” Gel tried to interject before being cut off again.<br><br>“I’m not finished!” Kev’Lach snapped, banging his fist on the table. “This town will also house and feed my army for the night, providing its women to warm the beds of my men. Most importantly, you dirt worshiping cowards will forsake your pagan deities and embrace the old Gods, the true Gods that rule this world and all others. The Gods of Courage and Valor and Might. You shall tear down your statues and rededicate all your temples to the true Gods. You shall lower your flags and banners and raise the Norven flag over the ramparts and live as a Colony of the great Norven Country.”<br><br>“Your Braveness, please-”<br><br>“Shut up, Gel’Mach!” Kev shouted across the table. “Among the slaves, this woman. This Delen Jadai shall come with Me. She will be my personal plaything to warm the long trail. I will make her my fuck-pig, swine to my desires. Sow of my bed.”<br><br>Kev was now glaring into Jai’s eyes, smiling sadistically as he fondled the girl in his lap, even as she struggled to get away. He was pawing at her chest and gripping her hip to keep her backside grinding against his growing erection.<br><br>“And if these conditions aren’t met in full by sundown. My army will swarm the straw gates of this cinder pile. The flames will kiss the stars and once only ashes remain, I’ll breathe in the night and blow your city to the ground.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 3 Little Pigs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 02:56:40</strong>
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				Jai listened to the man rave and let a small smile curve her lips, when he had done a laugh parted them and she rose from where she knelt. Seeing the look of fury on Jin's face she touched his shoulder and shook her head gently before he could speak, speaking to her man and not to Kev, "Say nothing Jin. Lyr'in sees all and the wheel turns. We always knew another such as he would come, we will bend as the reed and when the storm sweeps away the Norven armies in pain and blood, we will remain. You have known this since your earliest days."<br><br>Looking up at her Jin finally nodded his head and rose from his place at the head of the table, bowing to Jai he murmured, "I will see to the stores and the treasury and the grain and gold collected. It will make for a lean winter but if we ration stringently most will survive."<br><br>When he left Jai turned her gaze back to the invaders and took Jin's seat at the table, "As you seem to wish to insult my gods and myself I believe I will take over these talks. As High Priestess of Lyr'in it is my right and my people will adhere to my word."<br><br>Turning her gaze to Gem she offered a small smile as she spoke, "You are quite correct, your King knows nothing of diplomacy, it seems he knows only rage and violence and thinks them strength. Looking on my people he sees only weakness without knowing anything of us. We believe in balance and we yield to the storms in life as the reed bend in the wind. While the mighty oak cracks and falls to the storm, we rise once more after the winds are gone, battered but still whole."<br><br>Looking back to Kev she let her eyes roam over him, eyeing him the way you would eye a horse for purchase, doing all but checking his teeth while he groped the serving girl, "You, Stranger, are crass and brutal. You think us weak and foolhardy but it is not <em>our</em> hubris that will one day be out downfall. You want men and women, both will go with you. I have 100 able priestesses in my care and as you have claimed my body for your own, they will follow me into exile. I will ask for volunteers among our young men. Many in the first blush of young adulthood chafe at our ways and will no doubt leap to join your army. Perhaps upon seeing the live of violence and bloodshed they will realize that home is not so bad after all."<br><br>Looking around the Hall she motioned a young servingman forward and spoke to him, her voice gentle but carrying, "Go to the taverns, find the 100 young men he demands and then go to the High Temple and call my priestesses to me; only those in prime childbearing years for I have no doubt their service to these men will be harsh indeed."<br><br>When the man left to do her bidding she turned her dark gaze back to the men before her, knowing by now the dark blue would be nearly black, feeling the temper she held in check wanting to boil to the surface but not showing her internal struggle in any way but the darkening of her eyes, "As for our gods, you may place whatever effigies you wish in the temples, for there are none there now. We worship before an empty alter believing our gods faces are unknowable to us just as their ways and thoughts are unfathomable in the shortness of a human life. You can make a people give lip service to your gods but you cannot turn a heart with violence and I cannot turn it with a command. All I can give you in this demand is the appearance of obedience. As for our banners, they are easily drawn down and if you have Norven flags to fly they can easily be raised. If you have no spares our seamstresses can easily stitch them and have them on the ramparts as you wish but they will need to know the design and as guests in Jenta your men will of course be quartered in our homes and their needs satisfied.<br><br>Finishing listing his demands and knowing her words would be carried through the city, servants were so good about such things, she found her hands clenched in her lap, her body drawn tight as a bowstring and now she let her eyes flash with the fury that raged within her soul. It had been long since her temper had been let loose but now it was running through her spirit, boiling her blood and carried on the edge of her voice as she never dropped her gaze from Kev'Lach's, "I see why Lyr'in brought you to us. Such rage, such passion and fury and utterly untempered by mercy or compassion. You are a frightful thing and I am honored that Lyr'in would have such faith in her servant to send such quarry to my gates but doubt even I can bring balance to such a soul. You have claimed my flesh as your own, where am I to meet you once I have seen your other demands carried out?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: 3 Little Pigs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 05:18:02</strong>
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				Kev’Lach rolled his eyes and tossed the serving girl aside at last, sending her sprawling to the stone floor. Despite the obvious insults and disapproving comments that Jai was hurling toward the conquering king, he knew that it was just the squealing cry of a conquered lamb. Her tongue would command men no longer, sway minds and hearts no more. She was nothing but a pretty piece of meat and she was all his.<br><br>“Go back and bring the others Gel. Tell them that these cowards wish to bend as reeds and that the nation of Jenta is no more. These people have surrendered to our might without a blow to fall, and that all that exists here is ours for the taking tonight.” Kev proclaimed, as much for those around him as for his Adviser. “All glory to Sk’rivva, the Kingdom of Norvis and the War-King Kev’Lach Wul’Garren!”<br><br>The Wolf proclaimed his victory as his Adviser nodded and set off to bring the massive hoard past the fragile gate. The Priestess asked about where she would meet him after seeing to the rest of his demands and this time it was The Wolf’s turn to laugh out loud.<br><br>“You’ll see to nothing, pig!” The Massive warlord taunted as he tipped his chair back and rushed the slender woman from where he had been sitting to where she stood. “You see only to me and my pleasure from this day forward. My men and I will take what we want and leave behind what we cannot carry, that surely will be seen to. In the meantime I want you to pray. Pray to your impotent Gods for mercy and relief. Pray to your people to be resolute and show not the fear that will course through them one and all. Pray that the universe strikes me down and Ly’rin restore order. And while you do that, I shall show your followers what becomes of the meek and spineless.”<br><br>As he spoke, Kev’Lach grasped the priestess by her hair, dragging her out of the Great Hall on her heels. He dragged her out the door and into the thoroughfare, at the center of Town Square. The massive man tossed Jai backward into the damp Earth. He crouched over her hips and began tearing at her robe, ripping bindings and tugging cloth from her pale shoulders.<br><br>“Hear me now, people of Jenta! I am The Wolf, the beast who has conquered you at a table as I fed myself. This soft-hearted sow and her weakling of an errand boy have surrendered your sons and daughters without a fight. Your grain, your gold and your women; all forfeit to avoid a conflict.” Kev shouted as he disrobed the priestess. “She says you should all bend like weeds, that balance is the answer. But I tell you this! That even the weeds will twist and burn in the face of flame, and conflict is inevitable and only the strong survive. There is no balance in this world, only strength. Any of you who are tired of bending to the will of others, stand up and be strong! Join us willingly and you will be paid in gold. Abandon the heathen ways that would make slaves of you all and become Men of the North. Take up arms and take rather than sacrificing.”<br><br>As The Wolf shouted over Jai, the first of his troops began to arrive. The cavalry was first to cross the plain into the city. Some of those foolish enough to attempt to cross the street in advance of the horses were ridden over and crushed into paste under the heavy hooves of horses. The men left their mounts to feed and drink at the stables, and when those filled beyond capacity, horses were lashed to homes. It was a way for the cavalry to mark their homes for the night. The homes with beautiful wives went to the fastest riders.<br><br>Kev was indifferent to the heavy hooves stomping around them in the dirt road. The Sun had set and torches were lit, but the Norven soldiers were already making bonfires in the streets to burn furniture and books that did not suit the conquerors tastes. Extra fires were set quickly around the central square, where those not already helping themselves to what they pleased could watch as this stuck up Priestess was shown the ways of the North.<br><br>Kev tore at Jai’s robes until it hung open at the middle, revealing all of her pale skin and her intimate parts to the Wolf’s vision. He scanned her up and down, leaning forward to wrap his lips around her firm, soft breast. He grasped her sides, lifting her up out of what remained of her robe. His lips made a loud, wet sucking sound around her pink, stiffening nipple, thrashing repeatedly at it with his thrice pierced tongue. By now he was rock hard, straining at the confines of his leather and iron plated greaves.<br><br>“Help me with my armor, pig.” Kev demanded after her breast popped free of his lips. “Show these people how the reed bends in the wind.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: 3 Little Pigs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 15:34:13</strong>
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				Jai gasped in surprise when he rushed at her, his hand suddenly plunging into her hair and holding her head drawing a soft whimper of surprised pain from her lips but nothing more. She had no choice but to follow where he led, but inside hear heart she could feel her own rage answering his angry actions. A temper she had long thought tamed rearing it's head and showing in the near blackness of her eyes. Those that knew her would have known what that coloring meant, would have steered clear of a temper, that even tamed by Lyr'in, was legendary in their temples. Jai didn't have a temper that burned hot, blazing high and dying away to embers just as quickly. Her anger was a cold thing that would bide it's time and wait to strike.<br><br>Lyr'in might be a goddess of balance, but that meant that the scales must be evenly weighed, compassion and pain, rage and forgiveness all in equal measure. Eventually even Kev would discover that the "spineless" Priestess he scorned as weak could be a danger. But not tonight. Jai knew there would be no opening tonight. Tonight he would rule and fear would reign in Jenta.<br><br>Thrown to the ground she let her disapproval show in her eyes as he tore at her robes like some sort of ravening beast instead of a man. She'd have opened them for him had he given the order, instead he left them as so many rags around her and lifted her body to meet his mouth. She felt his lips close on her breast and shuddered in his arms. If she'd been a cloistered virgin, she would no doubt have been trembling in fear but her body knew the pleasures of the flesh and the way his tongue, and it's off piercings, rolled her tightening nipple told her he knew a woman's body. <br><br>If she was going to make what was to come a pleasure, instead of only a humiliation her people would follow her lead. She knew they were watching, could feel teh angry, fear-filled gazes aching to cause harm as they saw their Priestess so used. She also knew they couldn't stand up to this army. They weren't trained for it. All they could do before this hoard was bend or die. Yield or be crushed under the weight of their warhorses and weapons. Survive, or be utterly destroyed.<br><br>With his mouth still on her she pulled her arms free of the last clinging material of her robes and reached up, embracing the man seeing to humiliate her before her people, cupping his head gently and arching her back to him, giving her flesh willingly to his mouth. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her Priestesses come as she had ordered them too, their dark blue robes starting to move through the men, faces giving small smiles as they were claimed and drawing away those that claimed them. Like Jai, they were trained to the pleasures of the flesh and would serve their captors. <br><br>Released she fell back to the ground, her tattered robes only slide protection from the earth itself but her eyes were intent on the man looming above her. His command to show her people how to yield actually made a small smile curve her lips, it was exactly what she intended to do. Rising from the ground she didn't bother trying to hide herself, she felt no shame in her body and her people had seen her nude before on their festival days. Rising her auburn mane swirled around her pale skin, accentuating the softness of her flesh as she moved around Kev, fingers touching lightly as she examined his armor so that she could help to remove it without damaging it, or him.<br><br>If she hurt him, she wanted it to be on purpose, not because she had been clumsy.<br><br>"You've an excellent blacksmith," she commented softly, more to herself really than to him, "This was skillfully made."<br><br>Reaching out she began to work free the bindings of his armor. She was careful as she worked, giving him no cause to fault her treatment of his gear, though she may not have been as fast as he would have liked. She'd never removed armor before but speed would come with practice, and she had no doubts that she would get plenty of practice with this man. Only her people around her allowed her to ignore his insults. Before them she would be as she always was, their High Priestess even in this time of trial.<br><br>When his armor was removed she returned to her robe, kneeling on it quietly, hands on her knees, palms up showing empty hands but her eyes never dropped from his. He could call her spineless and weak, but she faced him full on in a manner even many of his own men wouldn't, showing no fear. All her face showed was acceptance and only the burning black of her eyes revealed her anger. She'd done exactly as he'd bid, helped him with his armor and shown her people how to bend.<br><br>Around her she heard sounds filling the night. Some of pain, some of fear, some of pleasure. She knew that men were standing by while their wives bodies were put to the service of the hoard, knew it rankled them, knew they wanted to fight and knew they wouldn't. They would stand by and live to soothe their wives instead of fighting needlessly and leaving their wives widows on top of being used. They would live and once their wives had rested and cleaned themselves of this night's abuse, they would plant their own seed within them so that any child born in the next year would be of questionable parentage but accepted as they were. The blood of many people's already flowed through their veins. Perhaps the savagery of the Norven would be tamed in the children that would be born to Jenta.<br><br>She thought while she waited, sending up a silent prayer to Lyr'in that even this man, who seemed more beast than human, would seek pleasure and not just pain. She didn't know which he would think would be more humiliating for her, making her cry out in pleasure around the man who made her a slave, or making tears flow from her eyes and his use of her merely something to be endured. In truth she wasn't sure herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 3 Little Pigs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 05:15:01</strong>
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				The Wolf King scoffed as his new plaything remarked on the quality of his armor. She who would never be clothed again as long as she was his. Once he was free of the heavy, plate armor, Kev’Lach tossed his cuirass and greaves to one of his trusted soldiers who had rushed to gain a prime spot to watch the ravishing of this <em>High</em> Priestess.<br><br>“That’s it, that’s it... Oh yes, that’s a good little pig! Good sow! Just like that.” Kev remarked, his eyes glowing with wicked intent as he shed his light underclothes, revealing the tapestry of tattoos and piercings that covered his wide, muscular frame. “Kneel to your new Lord and Master. Kneel to the all powerful Norven Hoard! We are your Gods now! Ha!”<br><br>The Wolf continued to taunt her as he wrestled his ten inch and many times pierced cock to her lips. The pierced head was ringed with a heavy steel ring that curved through the urethra. Barbells studded along the top, five in total and around the sides, pearls has been inserted through small cuts made in the skin. To the Norven tribe, body modifications were signs of honor and great triumphs. The location on the body was indicative of the nature of the conquest.<br><br>“Open wide, pig. Suck my cock, and for every tooth I feel, I’m going to hack off a piece of one of your people. Go on now, show them how much you care.” The Wolf taunted again, pushing his massively thick meat into Jai’s throat until he felt the warm kiss and choking sound of her gag reflex on the tip of his cock. “Take it deep, whore-pig! Don’t mind the sound, pigs are supposed to make that noise.”<br><br>Grasping the back of her head, Kev forced himself deeper down her throat, forcing the metal and hard bumps in his cock down her throat. He fucked her face in this way until she choked and spluttered down her chin and neck, his cock slipping inside her cheek. Gripping her long auburn hair once more, Kev turned her so that more could see her with bile on her chin, tears in her eyes and his cock in her cheek.<br><br>“See the true face of your false prophet! Abandoned by your meek deity and left with nothing but her basest desires and impulses. The one who will not stand, will be trampled! The one who cannot lead will be ruled! And those who cannot even defend themselves are no more than beasts. Pigs and dogs, every one of you!” Kev’Lach shouted at the people of Jenta who had managed to avoid the carnage so far, and those who were waiting to be taken as slaves. “You will never be more than slaves and dogs unless you decide, here and now to become better, greater than the false God’s you’ve been told knew some divine truth.”<br><br>By now, Kev was slapping Jai’s cheek. Over and over, slapping at the outline of his cock through the Priestess’ tear-stained cheek. He liked the feeling as the impact passed through her skin and tickled his most sensitive body part. Once she was glaring up at him again, he plunged back into her throat.<br><br>“Without courage, no person is more than a pile of meat, waiting for the axe to slaughter. Just like this filthy fuck pig here!” Kev continued preaching and taunting at the Jentines as he fucked the Priestess’ throat. When she gagged and spluttered again, he tossed her aside in disgust. “Open yourself up to me now, pig. Get on your dirt streaked knees and offer your sweet, honey hole to your Master. Spread yourself wide that all might see your shame!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: 3 Little Pigs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 05:49:38</strong>
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				Jai remained silent as she stared up at him. Listening to him bray like an ass as he insulted her and her people, wondering if he truly thought his words could be anything but the howling of the wind to her. He could call her names, could claim any title over her that he liked but she knew who she was, and who she served and nothing he could say could change that. He would never be her Master, and certainly not her God! Lyr'in had brought the beast to Jai's door, whether to punish Jai, or for Jai to try and balance him she didn't know, and likely wouldn't until she entered Lyr'in's gates through her death. <br><br>That he could take her body didn't make him her Master, it made him a challenge from Lyr'in.<br><br>Watching him remove the rest of his clothing she let her eyes travel over him. He was clearly displaying himself and so she looked. He seemed alien and strange to her with his markings and the piercings through his body. Such things weren't entirely unknown in Jenta, but they weren't common either, most preferring the simple perfection of the way the gods had already created them. It was the array of the modifications that was surprised to her more than the fact of them in and of themselves. Still it was his body, he could decorate it any way he thought pleased himself and his gods, it wasn't something she would judge, but merely wonder at.<br><br>The piercings in his manhood made her shudder though. She couldn't imaging the pain they must have caused or the reasoning for them unless it was to make him appear more intimidating to those he raped. And yielding or not that is all this would be, she had certainly not chosen this of her free will but to keep down the causalities among her people. If her own ravishment spared someone else she would endure.<br><br>Before she had long to think such things he was there before her, shoving that decorated piece of flesh down her throat with no preamble or warning. Driving it deep in such a brutal fashion that there was no way to prepare for it and her throat tried to close to keep him out! He made a mockery of an act she usually enjoyed and found great pleasure in. Her body fought him, gagging as she fought for air while he held her head in place, stealing even the very breath from her body! She had a fleeting moment to wonder if he would actually choke her to death this way before he pulled back and she shuddered and tried to breath once more. <br><br>He didn't pull free of her lips and she had to fight the desperate urge to bite through the flesh in her mouth! Deliberately she curled her lips over her teeth while he ranted to the crowd around them and made a show of debasing her before them. She wouldn't give him cause to harm her people further no matter how deeply her temper burned. She could feel the cold of it searing down into her very soul and wondered if he would manage to steal all of her compassion away before he met his end, or if it would return when his blood spilled across the ground. Such an end was inevitable for a man such as him.<br><br>Finally he pulled free of her mouth and ordered her to her knees. His words filled her with hate and she had to bite back the harsh laugh that wanted to fill her throat. Turning her body she offered her flesh to him exactly as ordered and wondered how he could think this was <em>her</em> shame? He raped, pillaged, thieved, and destroyed, made a mockery of other people's gods and created nothing but pain and despair and somehow his actions were meant to be <em>her</em> shame? She felt no shame in what happened, she had served her Goddess and her people well and harmed no one through her actions. He could debase and humiliate her, use her before her people, but nothing he did could make her feel shame.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 3 Little Pigs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 01:11:31</strong>
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				"Yes, that's it, sow. Beg for it. Beg your new Master and ruler to fill you with his cock." King Kev'Lach taunted as he stroked the ornamented head of his thick cock up and down Jai's slit slowly. "You'd better start getting wet, otherwise you may not live long enough to serve me beyond tonight."<br><br>As the War-King teased and taunted the High-Priestess, one of the gaunt slaves that traveled with the hoard brought a leather bag over to the Wolf's side. The bag was known to the Norven hoard to contain various implements of torture, interrogation and enslavement. As Kev slowly pushed the head of his cock into the warm caress of Jai’s sex, he extracted a thick, leather collar which was worn soft after years of use and multiple owners. The studded collar was fixed securely around the slender priestess’ neck and held in place by a small, iron padlock.<br><br>Without explanation or ceremony, The Wolf took hold of her collar by the metal D ring on the back of her neck and pulled her back toward him, pushing slowly with his hips and making her feel each pearl and piercing as it forced its way into the tight embrace of her hot, little cunt. As he felt the ring at the end of his cock push up against her cervix, Kev shoved hard with his hips, grinding the smooth steel against her inner wall and shove hard at the entrance to her womb.<br><br>“Ohh fuck!” Kev groaned as he held himself inside, stretching her inner walls. “You’ll make a fine fuck pig indeed, sow. This tight little cunt milks me so fucking well. Thank me! Thank your Master for blessing you with his superior cock.”<br><br>Gathering her hair up, along with the ring on her collar, Kev slammed against her insides once more, forcing as much of his cock as he possibly could inside her and forcing Jai’s back into a deep arch. Only then did he allow her to move away and draw his hips back, cock slowly moving out of her once more, each piercing and pearl tagging its way out of the tight caress of her hot sex.<br><br>“Squeal for me, Pig. Let the heavens and Earth hear your screams of pleasure.”<br><br>After demanding that she enjoy his cock, The Wolf slammed it back into her, hard. He battered her cervix hard and once more forced her to arch her back deeply as he impaled her slender body. Now he began to work a steady tempo, in and out, fucking her deep as he dug into the bag once more. A small, metal bulb was extracted and slowly pushed into Jai’s asshole after Kev spat between her asscheeks harshly. Once the bulb was fully inside her ass, Kev released his hand, revealing a short, curly, leather “tail”. Making her more the pig as he fucked her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 3 Little Pigs (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 05:07:10</strong>
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				Jai heard him ordering her to beg for his cock and remained utterly silent. He might be able to force her flesh to yield to him, might even be able to drag screams of pain from her throat, but she would not beg for her own rape. Her silence didn't actually seem to be bothering him though, it seemed he was merely taunting her to humiliate her more and to draw the attention of her people. He seemed to want them to see her debasement, to see their Priestess fallen to the whims of violence and pain.<br><br>When he started pushing into her she cried out in pain. Her body wasn't prepared for the invasion and beyond his size the piercings scraped along her inner walls. She was no virgin but she wasn't a wanton either and her inner walls were tight and hot, but there was no moisture to ease his passage, nothing to soften those walls and make what he was doing anything but pain.<br><br>She'd never been taken in pain before. Never had her body violated against her will and she, finally, felt tears fill her eyes and spill down her cheeks. Rape was a crime so rare in Jenta that it hadn't happened at all in her lifetime and now it was happening for the first time in the memories of any but the very oldest of the Elders and it was happening to her. The foul beast had put a collar on her as if she were a dog and now used her body against her will. When she cried out there was no pleasure in the sound, it was a sound pain, physical and soul wrenching. <br><br>The drive of his cock to smash into her cervix seemed to shatter her whole world, her careful composure cracked and she let her tears roll freely. He had used the collar to pull her body back to him but she still managed to hang her head, not in shame, but to keep her people from seeing the hate, the fury, and the promise of violence returned, burning in her eyes. Feeling something pushed into the tight ring of her ass she gave a fresh cry and knew it wasn't him, the shape and size were wrong and there were no piercings, she could also feel something attached to it but she couldn't tell what it was. <br><br>She just knew she'd been violated in yet another way and she felt her rage growing in her heart. With tears trailing down her cheeks, and soft sobs wracking her body, she silently prayed. Prayed to Lyr'in to forgive her for the hatred growing deep in the bottom of her soul.
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