In the Golden Republic's border with the Mercenary Badlands, the air was humid in one of the villages the Republic had donated to a fairly new mercenary band, the company known as the Wild Cadets was setting up shop. The group itself was led by some obese buffoon engorging himself at the town's inn, but the truth was that the man held no power over the mostly human band. Most of them had come from distant lands or been drafted from slaves given to the company, so they had yet to experience the corrupting or magical affects in the land. Save, of course, for one man who was seen more as a leader than the fat slob dining away in their recently gifted town.
"Oooo~ Gridon! More! MmmMMm~!?" "Don't shout, you slut... fuck!"
A few of the troops were acting as if nothing was happening, while many others and the town's people had flushed faces if they were in ear shot. It'd be a few minutes after the outcry that Reya, in ragged clothes, would stumble out with her blonde hair messed up and sweat covering much of her pale skin. Her blue eyes said it all of what had gone on, her hands trying to smooth her clothes out. She was one of the slave girls that the company owned but many knew her as Gridon's number one gal, originally a pirate land-party captain who had been given enough dick from the man that she'd long stopped being defiant and was well-known to be his "favorite"... though the group knew it was more than physical attraction. As she stumbled off to no doubt get herself cleaned up, the tent that Gridon resided in was brushed open and the infamous "Firestrike" emerged. Standing at a height of 6'8", Gridon's skin was tan and covered with the grime one might expect from a natural warrior. A demonic, spaded tail was wrapped around his waist, the bulge of his receding 10" wood visible through his brown trousers. While he was part demon, it wasn't any sort of sexual one but a blood-demon, demonstrated in the man's crimon eyes and buzzed hair. The most telling trait, which had earned him his name, was the fire-like black tattoos that wrapped his entire right arm, upper chest, and back. Moving to the barrels that held their water, the sweat-covered muscular mercenary took the ladle and scooped up a long, slow drink from the water. Once he had finished, he put the ladle back down and looked about with a curse under his breath.
"That fat ass still isn't back... one of these days I should just kill him and take over. At least then I could be the one fucking saying which girls and boys we keep as slaves, hire on, or get rid of. He's just in it for the damn profit like the idiots who gave us this town so we'd bleed and die for them. If Reya gets pregnant one of these days, I'll either have to buy her from him and send her back to my continent or let my child be born a slave to that idiot..."
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(It should be fairly obvious, but at this time Helwen is a slave/townmember [they're the same thing] while Nine and Katyusha are members of the company. First arc will encompass the group taking the company over for themselves/Gridon.)
"Oooo~ Gridon! More! MmmMMm~!?" "Don't shout, you slut... fuck!"
A few of the troops were acting as if nothing was happening, while many others and the town's people had flushed faces if they were in ear shot. It'd be a few minutes after the outcry that Reya, in ragged clothes, would stumble out with her blonde hair messed up and sweat covering much of her pale skin. Her blue eyes said it all of what had gone on, her hands trying to smooth her clothes out. She was one of the slave girls that the company owned but many knew her as Gridon's number one gal, originally a pirate land-party captain who had been given enough dick from the man that she'd long stopped being defiant and was well-known to be his "favorite"... though the group knew it was more than physical attraction. As she stumbled off to no doubt get herself cleaned up, the tent that Gridon resided in was brushed open and the infamous "Firestrike" emerged. Standing at a height of 6'8", Gridon's skin was tan and covered with the grime one might expect from a natural warrior. A demonic, spaded tail was wrapped around his waist, the bulge of his receding 10" wood visible through his brown trousers. While he was part demon, it wasn't any sort of sexual one but a blood-demon, demonstrated in the man's crimon eyes and buzzed hair. The most telling trait, which had earned him his name, was the fire-like black tattoos that wrapped his entire right arm, upper chest, and back. Moving to the barrels that held their water, the sweat-covered muscular mercenary took the ladle and scooped up a long, slow drink from the water. Once he had finished, he put the ladle back down and looked about with a curse under his breath.
"That fat ass still isn't back... one of these days I should just kill him and take over. At least then I could be the one fucking saying which girls and boys we keep as slaves, hire on, or get rid of. He's just in it for the damn profit like the idiots who gave us this town so we'd bleed and die for them. If Reya gets pregnant one of these days, I'll either have to buy her from him and send her back to my continent or let my child be born a slave to that idiot..."
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(It should be fairly obvious, but at this time Helwen is a slave/townmember [they're the same thing] while Nine and Katyusha are members of the company. First arc will encompass the group taking the company over for themselves/Gridon.)