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Sometimes it is made of something else~","description_bbcode_parsed":"Not always is a horde made of gold. Sometimes it is made of something else~","writing":"In an Island deep in the sea of ghosts lies an Island... An Island almost was forgotten by the mines of Tamriel, except those living in the Island self and those trusted enough to communicate and trade with the community.\n\nOnce on the island, the city builds on it is made on the style of ancient Nord architecture. It reaches up to the large mountain in the centre of the island. In fact, the island is structured in three parts... The city that forms the capita, farmlands with three separate villages for easier handling of the fields and the forest with a single small village for the hunters and those handling the woods, as cutting trees or planting new ones.\n\nAt the side of the mountain, facing the town stood proud a large castle that also acts as an entrance, of the largest mine the is and has to offer. \n\nAnd deep inside this castle, a sole individual covered in back robes moved through a corridor until reaching a large door. Two guards stood in front of it while on the side, at the wall were two servants. As the individual stopped at the door the two servants removed the coat from the person, revealing her as a white Weavile with amber eyes. She had nothing else on her body except for fingerless gloves, a belt that holds a small bag and a dagger and a collar around her neck. Noteworthy is also that on her shoulder was a tattoo of a word in downhaul.\n\nThe guards pushed the door open and the female dark type walked in the room. It was a large room. Larger than the main hall of Dragon Reach. But were sparse. Only two platforms are found. One large one where a curled in dragon... though unlike the dragons known in Tamriel, that one was smaller than all other ones. And also his scales colours were different. In a deep blue color, while the membranes are deep purple. And the stomach scales are colored in a light purple. His golden eyes looked down on her\n\nAs the Weavile kneeled down on the smaller platform she bowed down her head as well. \"You took your time.\" spoke the dragon and unfurled himself and start to stand up... while smaller, he was also unique in the fact that he stood upright and sports two more arms, proving him of having six limbs. \n\nLooking at the Pokemon she slowly rose her head ``Forgive me Lord Yol Jun Kriid. I was talking with some of our assets regarding news from the Lands of Skyrim...''\n\n``Anything new?'' he asked her with narrowed eyes. \n\nThe Weavile nodded ``While the Civil War is still on hold due the sudden reappearance of your brethren... The King of the Felsworn broke out. And caused quite a trouble in Markarth. Even two of our assets hidden among the guards fell to this chaos.'' \n\n\"A pity.\" grunts the dragon hearing this and shakes his head \"Of those two were formidable even if I thought the position they head was a rather dead-end one, given how... little is happening in this former Dwemer town.\"\n\n\"I agree with you, Milord. I already arranged for replacements. But... that will take a while. Until then no news from the guards of Markarth.\" she explained and bowed her head once again.\n\n``Of course'' he nodded to her and looks down ``Anything else new? What about the Dovahkiin?''\n\n``According to the last report, he made contact with one of the last living Blades. They have witnessed at Kynesgrove how Alduin resurrecting Sahloknir and killed him again... this time permanent.'' explained the Weavile. \n\n``Very good to hear Silia. What do you think are they doing now?'' wondered the dragon. \n\nSilia looked up at her master ``Given our current placement in those situations, I am sure that they were trying to figure out why the dragons are returning. At this moment, they might be thinking like the other parties... that either the Stormcloaks, the Imperials or the Thalmor are managing to pull that off.\"\n\n\"I see.\" he said and thought about it \"Given what we know of this Blades past doings, I think she is blaming the Thalmor for it. She will reason that the Stormcloaks lack the means of even remotely pulling that off, while her loyalty to the Imperium will make her blind to the possibility they would dare that with the Thalmor breathing on their necks.''\n\nThe white Weavile thought about it and nodded ``A reasonable line of thought, master. As always.'' \n\n\"Then let her have a look at the Thalmors Ambassordy.\" Yol Jun Kriid smiled. That earned a puzzled look from the ice type. \"The Thalmor thought for too long they could do whatever they please. Time to show them something... and ensuring the Dovahkiin has a reason to hate them is a welcome change. That way the counter strike against them turns easier.\" Then he smirks \"Also ensure the Dovahkiin finds a certain report. If not. Well... I have a second plan in place.\"\n\n\"Understood. My lord. Any further orders?\"\n\n``Any further reports?'' \n\n\"Only that for the Thieves Guild the Backup event is in place. But else nothing noteworthy yet,\" she admits.\n\n\"Then you're dismissed for now,\" he said. Silia nodded and stood up, starting to leave the room to relay the orders of her master. As she is reaching the door he heard her call ``Silia. Prepare for some fire tonight.'' and the Weavile smiles at the implications of his words before moving out. \n\nSeveral hours later, Silia was in her room. A well-decorated room with many tokens and books and some small treasures she collected in her life. Her bed was covered in silk and right now surrounded by candles and well smelling flowers, covering the room in an atmospheric light and scent.\n\nRight now she finished to light the last of the candles on and moved to the bed, laying down on top of it. And simply waits. \n\nAnd this waiting was rewarded soon as the door opened. A Charmeleon was stepping in. A Charmeleon in the colors of dark blue and light purple in color with golden eyes. He smirked to her ``I see you have prepared yourself.'' as his tail moved to the side a little, revealing a purple flame. \n\n``For my master, everything.'' smiled Silia and turned to him, shifting her form a little, to show him her body in the light of the candles, giving her lips a lick. \n\nAnd said master could only grin at the disposition she is showing to him. Who would he be to deny the offering his beautiful slave if giving him?\n\nWithout hesitation, he stepped forward to her and climbed on the bed, pinning her down and placed himself between her legs. She didn't?t fight him. She didn't?t struggle. She simply looked at him and smiles, her legs spreading to ease his positioning. \n\nThe moist hole of hers dripped slightly in the expectation of being claimed by him once more and the Charmeleon guides his pride towards her. HIs hot tip reaching the cold folds of hers and Silia shivered, biting on her lower lip a little and took a heavy breath as she prepared to be taken once more by him. And without further ado, he did what she is expecting. He shoves himself deep and rough inside her hole, causing her to moan loudly and shiver, her legs wrapping around his waist as his hot rod was warming her cool insides. \"Oh....\" she groaned \"Master... that's... so warm. So...\" but didn't?t get further as he covered her mouth and looked into her eyes \"Don't speak slave. Just take my will and carry it. ONce more I allow your body to adapt and carry one of my blood.\"\n\nIf she could, Silia would smile happily. Anda shiver runs down her spine as he starts moving his manhood in and out of her, causing her to moan and her master, affected of her walls massaging his pride and her cool insides was shivering as well which were soon joined by moans. \n\nHe kept her pinned, which she didn't mind. She wanted it that way. Her master controlling how much she can move. How much she can enjoy the breeding he is conducting with her. Hardly suppressing her moans, Silia tried at least to control her breathing which was hard as he moved his head and blew hot air against her hard nipples, making her lose the battle of self-control and moaned softly.\n\nMoans that were filled with more bliss as he even went on nibbling on those hard spots of her breast, sucking them with vigour as his hard and strong trusts were pushing his fierce wood inside her walls. Which were eager to squeeze on him, to please him and try to milk him.\n\nSilia, lost in the sexual assault against her body, wandered off in her mind, where she recalled the past times her master was taking her with such ferocity. And with the intent of enjoying their bodies, with bliss, she heard him shout at her. words she recognized. Words of power. Power to change the world. And those particular words meant for her promised that she has once again the chance. The chance to carry once again a child. A child from her master. \n\nScreaming she begged him to fill her. To give her his seed. So she would be the vessel to carry his offspring. A baby of his powerful draconic blood. \n\nAnd the fire type grunted loudly after listening to her pleas and pounded hard. Hard that the bed risked breaking. Hard that she shrieks in both ecstasy and in pain, coming around him, squeezing him hard and her arms pulling him close while the legs pulled closer. Only for him to hold in place as he granted the wish of hers. Shooting his hot seed inside her. Filling her womb. And seek for any fertile egg that may rest inside her now. \n\n\"Master... I... thank you.\" she groaned and shudders. And she shivers a bit more as she felt his nipple her neck\n\n\"Don't hold back\" he whispered to her with a grin. \"You wanted for years once again a child. If you had spoken sooner, I would have given it to you earlier.\"\n\n``I... didn't want to... appear to... t-try... and claim something that isn'T m-mine'' she simply panted. \n\nThe Charmeleon, who in truth is Yol Jun Kriid in form of a Pokemon simply stroke her while they experience the aftermath of their mating... and thought about their unique bond.\n\nHe knows for a long time now... that she is viewing him as more as her master... for her, he is her mate. And while he would never admit to anybody. He views her the same. But his draconic pride. His instincts prevent him to view her as his equal. only the closest thing he has for that level. But he doesn't mind. He simply appreciates her more for being loyal for all those years, never doubting her place.\n\nHe looked at her again, and her panting form and for the first time... he did something neither had experienced for literal ages. He kissed her lips. He showed his appreciation for her. And the experience he had with her right now. As she was also the one who showed him the pleasures of sex. And that made her even more deserving her special position... thought bit of his mind wondered: What are his other slaves doing right now?\n\nA dragons female horde\n\nIn the Thalmor Embassy of Skyrim was a Thalmor Justicar laying in the bed. While he laid there, an Aloean Ninetails was riding him. As he grunts as she was on top of him \"That day was terrible. And not even your second class hole can fix that.''\n\n``What does master mean?'' she asked as she continued to move on top of him. \n\n\"Those dammed flying lizards are halting this entire civil war. Also, they are responsible that one of our facilities there is only ash!\" complains that Justicar with a grunt and then slaps the Pokemon \"And you fairies are useless! Worse than useless! Just pretty dirt, as you cannot even though those beasts. So much for your superiority towards dragons.'' he insulted her \n\nThen he slapped her again \"And now the two sides want to negotiate. I had to send a killer team to terminate the negotiators and those bastards are not even reporting in!\" then he glared at her as she wasn?t looking at him, instead of holding her hurt to check \"Look at your master!\"\n\n``I have only one master'' began the Ninetails ``Yol Jun Kriid.'' \n\n``What are you talking about you dirty bi- AAAAAHHHH!\" he shouts as he suddenly found a katana slammed into his body, completely made out of ice. he stared at it before looking up\n\n\"You killing commando doesn't exist anymore. And your efforts to make the war escalate once more was a threat to my masters plans.\" she explained \"I, Kiki, the enforcer of my lord, fulfil my masters wish to terminate you\" and twists the blade, making the Thalmor groan more before she pulled out, and the dying elf tried to heal himself but was bleeding out faster than his magic could heal his wound. \n\nShe looked at his pride and slammed a dagger out of ice into it ``I feel disgusted that I had to endure this as long I had. It's time that I return to my master?s side.\" and brushed her hair back, revealing that the breast that was covered by it, bears a tattoo... dragon runes for \"Aar\"\n\nThe doors open and a soldier looked in, seeing the scene and was shouting for reinforcement. Looking at the soldier, Kiki mused \"Looks like I clean up more today that one single filthy Thalmor...\" and produces two ice katanas, while icy mist began to fill the room, and by extension by the building.\n\nHours later... \n\n``I cannot believe it!\" shouts a female Thalmor, the Ambassador ELewen \"Three high Justicars, sixteen more Justicars and almost one hundred dead soldiers and you all claim it was golden-eyed Ninetails?\" as she stood in front of a building of the embassy. Namely that build of it, that is now covered with blood as every single Thalmor and Thalmor agent that was at this point in the build is now dead. From simple stab wounds to a pure massacre. \n\n\"It is sounding the way\" admits the Justicar who stood on her side, \"Thought it was the word of a single survivor, who by all accounts was high from Skooma. How much we can trust his word is very debatable. It is the only given clue but given how many Ninetails exist alone in the province, a specific one is impossible to track down.\"\n\n``Still, try to find more leads!'' she told him and turned around and left. \n\nThe Justicar bowed and sighs internally \"Lady Kiki... even if you acted on the order of our Lord\" he looked at the building \"You didn't have to go out all the way to kill any Thalmor you could find within the building.'' and shakes the head ``That mess will surely disappoint him... I know my blood that came from his blood is boiling in the thought that it might interrupt other plans of our master... my Ancestor...''\n\nA dragons female horde\n\nWithin a great hall of Yol Jun Kriid's castle was a pair of Zeraoras were exercising. One of them was dancing while the other was playing the lute and sung, giving the tact to the dance. The dancing one was graceful and concentrated. As they continued their exercise, one of the strings broke without a warning and the singing electric type shouts in surprise, which in turn caused the dancer to suddenly stumble and fall on her butt.\n\nGroaning and rubbing her on that spot, she looks at the other ``What was that about?''\n\n\"Sorry, sis... a string from my Lute suddenly broke,\" she explains and showed her instrument. The sister looked at it and sighs \"Just great... now we have to go to our room to grab one of the spares.\"\n\n``I am sorry Arni'' she replied and lowered her head. \n\nThe dancer sighs and pets her sister ``Don't worry Inra... it isn't your fault. You couldn't have controlled it.'' and took a deep breath. Then she looks back to her sister ``Let's go to our room now.'' \n\nThe two Zeraoras moved up to the room and while Irna grabbed a new string from her supplies and replaced the broken one, Anri went to her closet and opens it... looking over the dancing outfits she is storing inside \"Hmm... which one I change into for the next round of our exercise?\"\n\nIrna looked at her sister ``We are only at the beginning of our new act. Why do you need to think about the clothing already?'' \n\nAnri smiled to her sister ``Simple... I want this dance perfect as soon as possible. And getting Yol Jun Kriid's attention once more to us. With hopefully giving us once more his attention and permission to feel his strong body.'' \n\nIrna blushes deeply ``Are you... hoping once more for a chance to carry a new child from our master?'' \n\n``Of course, I am.'' smirks the dancer and have a pose to her which shows her qualities \"It has been a century since I had my last child. And for you half a century. I think we can allow yourself to be mothers once more.\"\n\nBlushing deeply the singer plugged the string a few times and took a few deep breaths. ``That's a lovely thought. To give our lord more offspring. Then she leans back and covers her checks to try and hide her blush.\n\nAnri notices her sisters reaction and starts to remove her clothes \"I think you need some time off. Given we exercised all day already we should relax a bit'' and moved towards her, then took her hands on her sisters and remove them from the face. Before kissing her lips. Irna's eyes widened... before she was slowly closing her eyes and replied the kiss. Letting her sister control her and their tongues dances around each other.\n\nFollowing the singer began to feel her sisters breast, causing her to moan gently before they break it and Irna blushes \"You... want to do it? Here?\"\n\nAnd the sister nodded with a smile ``Yes...'' and nuzzles her with a murr and starts undressing the dancer, much to her blushing face. \"I love you, sis...\"\n\n``I love you too'' she replied and let her singer sister removing the clothes. Soon both were snuggling together naked and were kissing each other... while they felt the large aspects of their bodies. Anri felt her sisters breast, while Irna was working on the sisters? butt, moaning inside their kisses before Anri broke the kiss and moves her head down to suckle on Irna's left nipple, purring loudly especially as Irna began to moan louder.\n\nA dragons female horde\n\nWalking down a hall, an Argonian and a Lucario were discussing with each other. And the Argonian mused ''With these new findings, we could improve the health of our people greatly but just adding some extra seasoning to each meal. Especially the hard winters here would be much less dying from sickness and low Nutrition.\" Referring to results of herbs they recently starting planting within greenhouses, an import from the mainland and ''recently\" discovered in the black marsh.\n\nSmiling the Lucario nodded ''IN this case, our new magic construction to control the heat of the greenhouses and the temperature of the water will properly help a lot. After all, we spend years trying to improve the already implemented constructs for this goal.\" And rubbed her chin in thought ''Thought we need soon a new shipment of soul gems... we only have so much and I prefer to not use our reserves of the black ones.`` \n\nThe lizard of the two looked at the Lucario ''I still don?t get why we got so many. Good, they are used to put criminals that deserve that fate in there. But why not breaking them as the High Elves do it? Or actually, use them.\"\n\n''I am sure our Master has his thoughts regarding that. After all, he collected them over the centuries if the others are to be believed.\" The Lucario explained and put a finger of thought on her chin ''But I do wonder as well how he got so many Black Soulgems in the first place. It isn't like you can buy them in every shop.``\n\n``Really?'' asks the reptile and shrugs ``Ok, I admit Galia, that I never left the island so I never really knew about the mainland.'' \n\nThe Lucario laughed ``That's right Banahee. But thanks to my studies in the academy in Winterhold, I know where to get soul gems... and that black ones are almost impossible to find and even difficult to own them. IN almost every hold you get prison time or outright execution if you are caught with one of them.'' \n\n\"Is that so?\" asks Banahee and rubs her head \"Perhaps I should ask for some time on the Mainland to learn as well. You spend almost five years over there after all.'' \n\n``Then you need to find a way to hide your tattoo on the neck.'' laughed Galia with a pad on her back ``I had it easier with mine on the hips.''\n\n``And what about our cat? She got it on the side'' laughed the lizard ``She should only need a shirt to cover it up'' and then mused ``Where is she right now?''\n\n\"Somewhere in Skyrim... going to hunt something. But I am not sure if it is a specific animal or somebody master wants to go in a way that points to either side of the conflict.\" explains the fighting type and shrugs.\n\n\"That old melody?\" she asks \"I am the sixth of my family that has the honour to be one of his slaves. And the history is full of having always two or three specialized in personally remove people where he doesn?t trust the assets or risk them to do that job.''\n\n``Well... I only heard about that part of our history but my family is still relatively new here on the island... just the third generation.'' and shrugs as they continued their way to their respective labs.\n\nA dragons female horde\n\nLaying in a patch of grass in the top of a Hill laid a blue Furred Khajiit. With her grey eyes, she stared at a cave entrance in the distance. Far enough that she can make out the necessary details but not close enough to be spotted by anybody going in or out the cave. And for added endurance of hiding and some protection from the elements, she was covered by a cape that is covered with dirt grass and some leaves of nearby trees.\n\nHer targets are three vampires living in this cave. To simple court vampires and both of them Nord?s but the third... Their leader. That one is an outright vampire lord. And added to being an Argonian, a confrontation is a riskful encounter.\n\nNormally she wouldn't be here and bother with those. Instead would have sent a note to this freshly formed group of vampire hunters to deal with it. But those three vampires and their thralls made it to a degree personal for her master Yol Jun Kriid as they target a nearby village. A village serving the cunning dragon. \n\nThe purpose of this village is two-fold. Gathering fresh blood for the population of her masters home and the home of a large population of his servants. And as such at risk of inbreeding. Something that nearly caused once the downfall of her people as the inbreeding caused birth defects. Only a number of Dearing moves and almost getting the attention of the Blades and other groups founded to kill dragons or destroying cults saved them. In the aftermath that place was founded to lure in people that might help with the diversity. \n\nA slow process to determine if the person is fitting for the expectations and trustworthy runs before this person is sent to the island or becomes part of this community.\n\nThe second duty if this village is to serve as a hub. To take in any asset of their master that cannot leave straight to the island or need to go to hiding.\n\nAnd those vampires are endangering that very village right now and thus needs to be dealt with. In her time seeking them, finding and watching them she determined that those three have at max twenty thralls. Only getting new ones if one of the others died. That tells her they can only control so many.\n\nAnd those vampires suck each day three people dry... Very wasteful compared to mother groups where per vampire only one guy per week is needed and the rest substituted with animal blood. If they don't manage to grab one of the very few bandits here or from the village, they take it on their thralls.\n\nThe village is warned by now from where the vampires come and they had prepared themselves... but the Khajiit knew that the best way is to ensure that they get desperate to move out themselves and not simply send their thralls was... to shrink the number of their thralls. So in the last days, she killed every thrall, she got in reach of her bow or crossbow and laid traps that caught them lethal or, if they were members of the village, lock them away until the vampires are dead. That way she limited the influx of blood and fresh thrills.\n\nAnd she smirks as the thralls came out. Or rather what was left of them. Only seven thralls are coming out. Not enough to trust only them in getting things done. The Vampires are forced to come out and dirty their own hand. And soon enough the vampires came... and much to her frowning... only the two Nords came out.\n\nBiting her lip, the Khajiit thought about how to handle it and there weren't much she could do. Now she had her best chance to cripple them. Lifting slightly her Crossbow she set the line with the crosshair and aimed carefully, starting to control her breathing. The eye narrowed as she focused on her first target... anticipating the path... and pressed the trigger. \n\nThe bolt left the crossbow, and with the energy transferred into it, it flew straight towards its intended target, and before the North Vampire knew what happened, the bolt shot into the head, pulling it with its remaining force and forced said head to slam hard against the rocks behind him. And if this combination wasn't enough, the bolt unleashed the Enchantments the Crossbow was powered with: Turn Undead and Fire. A nightmare for any creature weak to fire or undead. \n\nHis comrade, shocked of the sudden attack that means the death of the Nord, looked frantic to the direction the bolt came from, forgetting that some of the Thralls are now freed from the influence.\n\nThe feline didn't know how the vampire did it... but he got his eyes on her, pointing at her and starts shouting. But his search for her took too long. The Thralls and freed ones were already in a struggle and her Crossbow released the next bolt. This time piercing the chest of the Vampire. From her position, she couldn't tell if she hit the heart or not. But given the Turn Undead and Fire Enchantment-combo, it did mean little.\n\nRising up from her hiding spot, she went straight for the cave entrance where the former Thralls were looking at each other in wonder and talked to figure out what to do from here. She saw some of them dead. Either the fight didn't stop fast enough or the remaining ones were under the control of the vampire lord. \n\nThe former thralls, two Nord's, an Argonian and an imperial noticed her arrival and without further ado, she asks them \"Does any of you know if this cave has a second exit?\"\n\nThe Argonian stepped forward and shakes his head ``No. That is the only entrance to this cave. That Last Vampire in there is stuck if she doesn't decide to get out.''\n\n``She will come out'' grunts the Imperial ``I was one of those Thralls of them for nearly ten years. And down there were still six more of us. Four are properly dead now thanks to your crossbows.'' \n\n``Good to know'' she nodded ``Then we lay out a trap here. We go into hiding and once she gets out, we shoot as many arrows at her as we can. Once that is done, we go into close combat. First take out the thrall?s, lethal or not, is up to you. The more we can concentrate on her, the better.\"\n\nThe other four nodded in agreement and felt it made sense and all of them had a long range weapon. Raiding from the dead the arrows, the four former thralls hid nearby while she climbed above the cave entrance. The other four looked in wonder but then they understood their true role... to be the wait. \n\nThe two Nord's were rather angry about as far the Khajiit could tell with her good eyes. But the Imperial seems to acknowledge it and the Argonian... there the feline accepts she never was really the best of reading those lizards.\n\nThat's also why she lose to them in card games a lot. Much to the disappointment of her purse.\n\nIt took a while until I saw the four getting stiff. Which means they are coming. Took longer than I thought... well, perhaps she thought she could use the last meal.\n\nFirst were the two remaining thralls. Both female Argonians. They looked around with their spears while stepping forward. I bit my lip a little and hoped the others weren't trigger happy or that plan will fall apart fast as we need to a degree the element of surprise.\n\nShe should learn not to challenge the fate of the world. The two Nords are jumping from their hiding spots and shot arrows, which the Thralls are returning. The other two remained hidden and while the thralls were soon dead, one of the Nord was gone for as well. And the other was only holding his one-handed axe, shouting \"Come out witch! So I can gut you and make a trophy of your skin!'' \n\n\"Oh?\" mused a female voice \"Is that so?\" and bursting forth the hideous form of a Vampire Lord shot out and grabbed the Nord on the throat and lift him up, \"I think I make you my personal thrall this time.'' \n\nNot wasting time, the Khajiit used that moment and shot her crossbow. The arrow pierced the head but and the Vampire let go in her pain and tried to put out both the flames and remove that arrow in her head. \n\nSurprised that she wasn't done with that shot, the feline reloads as fast as she could while the other two archers came out and put as many arrows as possible into the lord. \n\n\"Curse you all!\" she shouts \"I will heal from your blood and curse your souls to the deaths of Molog Bal's realms.\"\n\n\"Then don't wait for me!\" declared the Nord with a loud roar and jumped at the vampire, slamming his axe and split the skull apart. Killing the Argonian vampire for good.\n\nThe Khajiit shoulders her weapon and gets out while the others regroup.\n\nAnd they were scolding the Nord for his recklessness, which nearly killed him and their comrade.\n\nThe Khajiit calmed the three down with some time and as they realized that due how long they had been thralls, those three were the ``oldest'' of the remaining ones before their \"Masters\" death they properly have a hard time to return to their own lives. Especially as the Argonian and the Imperial were on their way to build a new life but no have left nothing. The Nord was lost as he wanted to join the great war but is conflicted which side he should join in this civil war as he was told behind this was more than it seems.\n\n``I have an offer.'' said the Khajiit ``The reasons I was here, was to help a village in the near. How about you go with me to them? Then you can either earn enough to set out again or at least figure out what you want. Or you settle down if you managed to be welcomed by them.\"\n\nThe three looked at each other and as they had nothing better, they followed her. \n\nThe Khajiit, as she guided them, put together what she learned in talking with them... the Argonian is a jewellery maker, doing after the old traditions of his people. The Imperial was an experienced Merchant that wanted to open a new store as his old one was destroyed at the war.\n\nThose two will be fine additions for the village... but the Nord with his blunder and confusion... only time would tell but she has her doubts.\n\nAnyway, her master will be pleased to hear that the vampire problem is dealt with and then hunt successfully. After reporting to Yun Jil Kriid, she will definitely get some rest. \n\nAnd with a smile, she thought about how her master might reward her, hoping is in a very good mood from her success and called her to his side... for a different kind of hunt.\n\nNormally she wouldn't be here and bother with those. Instead would have sent a note to this freshly formed group of vampire hunters to deal with it. But those three vampires and their thralls made it to a degree personal for her master Yol Jun Kriid as they target a nearby village. A village serving the cunning dragon. \n\nThe purpose of this village is two-fold. Gathering fresh blood for the population of her masters home and the home of a large population of his servants. And as such at risk of inbreeding. Something that nearly caused once the downfall of her people as the inbreeding caused birth defects. Only a number of Dearing moves and almost getting the attention of the Blades and other groups founded to kill dragons or destroying cults saved them. In the aftermath that place was founded to lure in people that might help with the diversity. \n\nA slow process to determine if the person is fitting for the expectations and trustworthy runs before this person is sent to the island or becomes part of this community.\n\nThe second duty if this village is to serve as a hub. To take in any asset of their master that cannot leave straight to the island or need to go to hiding.\n\nAnd those vampires are endangering that very village right now and thus needs to be dealt with. In her time seeking them, finding and watching them she determined that those three have at max twenty thralls. Only getting new ones if one of the others died. That tells her they can only control so many.\n\nAnd those vampires suck each day three people dry... Very wasteful compared to mother groups where per vampire only one guy per week is needed and the rest substituted with animal blood. If they don't manage to grab one of the very few bandits here or from the village they take it on their thralls.\n\nThe village is warned by now from where the vampires come and they had prepared themselves... but the Khajiit knew that the best way is to ensure that they get desperate to move out themselves and not simply send their thralls was... to shrink the number of their thralls. So in the last days, she killed every thrall, she got in reach of her bow or crossbow and laid traps that caught them lethal or, if they were members of the village, lock them away until the vampires are dead. That way she limited the influx of blood and fresh thrall?s.\n\nAnd she smirks \n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"In an Island deep in the sea of ghosts lies an Island... An Island almost was forgotten by the mines of Tamriel, except those living in the Island self and those trusted enough to communicate and trade with the community.
Once on the island, the city builds on it is made on the style of ancient Nord architecture. It reaches up to the large mountain in the centre of the island. In fact, the island is structured in three parts... The city that forms the capita, farmlands with three separate villages for easier handling of the fields and the forest with a single small village for the hunters and those handling the woods, as cutting trees or planting new ones.
At the side of the mountain, facing the town stood proud a large castle that also acts as an entrance, of the largest mine the is and has to offer.
And deep inside this castle, a sole individual covered in back robes moved through a corridor until reaching a large door. Two guards stood in front of it while on the side, at the wall were two servants. As the individual stopped at the door the two servants removed the coat from the person, revealing her as a white Weavile with amber eyes. She had nothing else on her body except for fingerless gloves, a belt that holds a small bag and a dagger and a collar around her neck. Noteworthy is also that on her shoulder was a tattoo of a word in downhaul.
The guards pushed the door open and the female dark type walked in the room. It was a large room. Larger than the main hall of Dragon Reach. But were sparse. Only two platforms are found. One large one where a curled in dragon... though unlike the dragons known in Tamriel, that one was smaller than all other ones. And also his scales colours were different. In a deep blue color, while the membranes are deep purple. And the stomach scales are colored in a light purple. His golden eyes looked down on her
As the Weavile kneeled down on the smaller platform she bowed down her head as well. "You took your time." spoke the dragon and unfurled himself and start to stand up... while smaller, he was also unique in the fact that he stood upright and sports two more arms, proving him of having six limbs.
Looking at the Pokemon she slowly rose her head ``Forgive me Lord Yol Jun Kriid. I was talking with some of our assets regarding news from the Lands of Skyrim...''
``Anything new?'' he asked her with narrowed eyes.
The Weavile nodded ``While the Civil War is still on hold due the sudden reappearance of your brethren... The King of the Felsworn broke out. And caused quite a trouble in Markarth. Even two of our assets hidden among the guards fell to this chaos.''
"A pity." grunts the dragon hearing this and shakes his head "Of those two were formidable even if I thought the position they head was a rather dead-end one, given how... little is happening in this former Dwemer town."
"I agree with you, Milord. I already arranged for replacements. But... that will take a while. Until then no news from the guards of Markarth." she explained and bowed her head once again.
``Of course'' he nodded to her and looks down ``Anything else new? What about the Dovahkiin?''
``According to the last report, he made contact with one of the last living Blades. They have witnessed at Kynesgrove how Alduin resurrecting Sahloknir and killed him again... this time permanent.'' explained the Weavile.
``Very good to hear Silia. What do you think are they doing now?'' wondered the dragon.
Silia looked up at her master ``Given our current placement in those situations, I am sure that they were trying to figure out why the dragons are returning. At this moment, they might be thinking like the other parties... that either the Stormcloaks, the Imperials or the Thalmor are managing to pull that off."
"I see." he said and thought about it "Given what we know of this Blades past doings, I think she is blaming the Thalmor for it. She will reason that the Stormcloaks lack the means of even remotely pulling that off, while her loyalty to the Imperium will make her blind to the possibility they would dare that with the Thalmor breathing on their necks.''
The white Weavile thought about it and nodded ``A reasonable line of thought, master. As always.''
"Then let her have a look at the Thalmors Ambassordy." Yol Jun Kriid smiled. That earned a puzzled look from the ice type. "The Thalmor thought for too long they could do whatever they please. Time to show them something... and ensuring the Dovahkiin has a reason to hate them is a welcome change. That way the counter strike against them turns easier." Then he smirks "Also ensure the Dovahkiin finds a certain report. If not. Well... I have a second plan in place."
"Understood. My lord. Any further orders?"
``Any further reports?''
"Only that for the Thieves Guild the Backup event is in place. But else nothing noteworthy yet," she admits.
"Then you're dismissed for now," he said. Silia nodded and stood up, starting to leave the room to relay the orders of her master. As she is reaching the door he heard her call ``Silia. Prepare for some fire tonight.'' and the Weavile smiles at the implications of his words before moving out.
Several hours later, Silia was in her room. A well-decorated room with many tokens and books and some small treasures she collected in her life. Her bed was covered in silk and right now surrounded by candles and well smelling flowers, covering the room in an atmospheric light and scent.
Right now she finished to light the last of the candles on and moved to the bed, laying down on top of it. And simply waits.
And this waiting was rewarded soon as the door opened. A Charmeleon was stepping in. A Charmeleon in the colors of dark blue and light purple in color with golden eyes. He smirked to her ``I see you have prepared yourself.'' as his tail moved to the side a little, revealing a purple flame.
``For my master, everything.'' smiled Silia and turned to him, shifting her form a little, to show him her body in the light of the candles, giving her lips a lick.
And said master could only grin at the disposition she is showing to him. Who would he be to deny the offering his beautiful slave if giving him?
Without hesitation, he stepped forward to her and climbed on the bed, pinning her down and placed himself between her legs. She didn't?t fight him. She didn't?t struggle. She simply looked at him and smiles, her legs spreading to ease his positioning.
The moist hole of hers dripped slightly in the expectation of being claimed by him once more and the Charmeleon guides his pride towards her. HIs hot tip reaching the cold folds of hers and Silia shivered, biting on her lower lip a little and took a heavy breath as she prepared to be taken once more by him. And without further ado, he did what she is expecting. He shoves himself deep and rough inside her hole, causing her to moan loudly and shiver, her legs wrapping around his waist as his hot rod was warming her cool insides. "Oh...." she groaned "Master... that's... so warm. So..." but didn't?t get further as he covered her mouth and looked into her eyes "Don't speak slave. Just take my will and carry it. ONce more I allow your body to adapt and carry one of my blood."
If she could, Silia would smile happily. Anda shiver runs down her spine as he starts moving his manhood in and out of her, causing her to moan and her master, affected of her walls massaging his pride and her cool insides was shivering as well which were soon joined by moans.
He kept her pinned, which she didn't mind. She wanted it that way. Her master controlling how much she can move. How much she can enjoy the breeding he is conducting with her. Hardly suppressing her moans, Silia tried at least to control her breathing which was hard as he moved his head and blew hot air against her hard nipples, making her lose the battle of self-control and moaned softly.
Moans that were filled with more bliss as he even went on nibbling on those hard spots of her breast, sucking them with vigour as his hard and strong trusts were pushing his fierce wood inside her walls. Which were eager to squeeze on him, to please him and try to milk him.
Silia, lost in the sexual assault against her body, wandered off in her mind, where she recalled the past times her master was taking her with such ferocity. And with the intent of enjoying their bodies, with bliss, she heard him shout at her. words she recognized. Words of power. Power to change the world. And those particular words meant for her promised that she has once again the chance. The chance to carry once again a child. A child from her master.
Screaming she begged him to fill her. To give her his seed. So she would be the vessel to carry his offspring. A baby of his powerful draconic blood.
And the fire type grunted loudly after listening to her pleas and pounded hard. Hard that the bed risked breaking. Hard that she shrieks in both ecstasy and in pain, coming around him, squeezing him hard and her arms pulling him close while the legs pulled closer. Only for him to hold in place as he granted the wish of hers. Shooting his hot seed inside her. Filling her womb. And seek for any fertile egg that may rest inside her now.
"Master... I... thank you." she groaned and shudders. And she shivers a bit more as she felt his nipple her neck
"Don't hold back" he whispered to her with a grin. "You wanted for years once again a child. If you had spoken sooner, I would have given it to you earlier."
``I... didn't want to... appear to... t-try... and claim something that isn'T m-mine'' she simply panted.
The Charmeleon, who in truth is Yol Jun Kriid in form of a Pokemon simply stroke her while they experience the aftermath of their mating... and thought about their unique bond.
He knows for a long time now... that she is viewing him as more as her master... for her, he is her mate. And while he would never admit to anybody. He views her the same. But his draconic pride. His instincts prevent him to view her as his equal. only the closest thing he has for that level. But he doesn't mind. He simply appreciates her more for being loyal for all those years, never doubting her place.
He looked at her again, and her panting form and for the first time... he did something neither had experienced for literal ages. He kissed her lips. He showed his appreciation for her. And the experience he had with her right now. As she was also the one who showed him the pleasures of sex. And that made her even more deserving her special position... thought bit of his mind wondered: What are his other slaves doing right now?
A dragons female horde
In the Thalmor Embassy of Skyrim was a Thalmor Justicar laying in the bed. While he laid there, an Aloean Ninetails was riding him. As he grunts as she was on top of him "That day was terrible. And not even your second class hole can fix that.''
``What does master mean?'' she asked as she continued to move on top of him.
"Those dammed flying lizards are halting this entire civil war. Also, they are responsible that one of our facilities there is only ash!" complains that Justicar with a grunt and then slaps the Pokemon "And you fairies are useless! Worse than useless! Just pretty dirt, as you cannot even though those beasts. So much for your superiority towards dragons.'' he insulted her
Then he slapped her again "And now the two sides want to negotiate. I had to send a killer team to terminate the negotiators and those bastards are not even reporting in!" then he glared at her as she wasn?t looking at him, instead of holding her hurt to check "Look at your master!"
``I have only one master'' began the Ninetails ``Yol Jun Kriid.''
``What are you talking about you dirty bi- AAAAAHHHH!" he shouts as he suddenly found a katana slammed into his body, completely made out of ice. he stared at it before looking up
"You killing commando doesn't exist anymore. And your efforts to make the war escalate once more was a threat to my masters plans." she explained "I, Kiki, the enforcer of my lord, fulfil my masters wish to terminate you" and twists the blade, making the Thalmor groan more before she pulled out, and the dying elf tried to heal himself but was bleeding out faster than his magic could heal his wound.
She looked at his pride and slammed a dagger out of ice into it ``I feel disgusted that I had to endure this as long I had. It's time that I return to my master?s side." and brushed her hair back, revealing that the breast that was covered by it, bears a tattoo... dragon runes for "Aar"
The doors open and a soldier looked in, seeing the scene and was shouting for reinforcement. Looking at the soldier, Kiki mused "Looks like I clean up more today that one single filthy Thalmor..." and produces two ice katanas, while icy mist began to fill the room, and by extension by the building.
Hours later...
``I cannot believe it!" shouts a female Thalmor, the Ambassador ELewen "Three high Justicars, sixteen more Justicars and almost one hundred dead soldiers and you all claim it was golden-eyed Ninetails?" as she stood in front of a building of the embassy. Namely that build of it, that is now covered with blood as every single Thalmor and Thalmor agent that was at this point in the build is now dead. From simple stab wounds to a pure massacre.
"It is sounding the way" admits the Justicar who stood on her side, "Thought it was the word of a single survivor, who by all accounts was high from Skooma. How much we can trust his word is very debatable. It is the only given clue but given how many Ninetails exist alone in the province, a specific one is impossible to track down."
``Still, try to find more leads!'' she told him and turned around and left.
The Justicar bowed and sighs internally "Lady Kiki... even if you acted on the order of our Lord" he looked at the building "You didn't have to go out all the way to kill any Thalmor you could find within the building.'' and shakes the head ``That mess will surely disappoint him... I know my blood that came from his blood is boiling in the thought that it might interrupt other plans of our master... my Ancestor...''
A dragons female horde
Within a great hall of Yol Jun Kriid's castle was a pair of Zeraoras were exercising. One of them was dancing while the other was playing the lute and sung, giving the tact to the dance. The dancing one was graceful and concentrated. As they continued their exercise, one of the strings broke without a warning and the singing electric type shouts in surprise, which in turn caused the dancer to suddenly stumble and fall on her butt.
Groaning and rubbing her on that spot, she looks at the other ``What was that about?''
"Sorry, sis... a string from my Lute suddenly broke," she explains and showed her instrument. The sister looked at it and sighs "Just great... now we have to go to our room to grab one of the spares."
``I am sorry Arni'' she replied and lowered her head.
The dancer sighs and pets her sister ``Don't worry Inra... it isn't your fault. You couldn't have controlled it.'' and took a deep breath. Then she looks back to her sister ``Let's go to our room now.''
The two Zeraoras moved up to the room and while Irna grabbed a new string from her supplies and replaced the broken one, Anri went to her closet and opens it... looking over the dancing outfits she is storing inside "Hmm... which one I change into for the next round of our exercise?"
Irna looked at her sister ``We are only at the beginning of our new act. Why do you need to think about the clothing already?''
Anri smiled to her sister ``Simple... I want this dance perfect as soon as possible. And getting Yol Jun Kriid's attention once more to us. With hopefully giving us once more his attention and permission to feel his strong body.''
Irna blushes deeply ``Are you... hoping once more for a chance to carry a new child from our master?''
``Of course, I am.'' smirks the dancer and have a pose to her which shows her qualities "It has been a century since I had my last child. And for you half a century. I think we can allow yourself to be mothers once more."
Blushing deeply the singer plugged the string a few times and took a few deep breaths. ``That's a lovely thought. To give our lord more offspring. Then she leans back and covers her checks to try and hide her blush.
Anri notices her sisters reaction and starts to remove her clothes "I think you need some time off. Given we exercised all day already we should relax a bit'' and moved towards her, then took her hands on her sisters and remove them from the face. Before kissing her lips. Irna's eyes widened... before she was slowly closing her eyes and replied the kiss. Letting her sister control her and their tongues dances around each other.
Following the singer began to feel her sisters breast, causing her to moan gently before they break it and Irna blushes "You... want to do it? Here?"
And the sister nodded with a smile ``Yes...'' and nuzzles her with a murr and starts undressing the dancer, much to her blushing face. "I love you, sis..."
``I love you too'' she replied and let her singer sister removing the clothes. Soon both were snuggling together naked and were kissing each other... while they felt the large aspects of their bodies. Anri felt her sisters breast, while Irna was working on the sisters? butt, moaning inside their kisses before Anri broke the kiss and moves her head down to suckle on Irna's left nipple, purring loudly especially as Irna began to moan louder.
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Walking down a hall, an Argonian and a Lucario were discussing with each other. And the Argonian mused ''With these new findings, we could improve the health of our people greatly but just adding some extra seasoning to each meal. Especially the hard winters here would be much less dying from sickness and low Nutrition." Referring to results of herbs they recently starting planting within greenhouses, an import from the mainland and ''recently" discovered in the black marsh.
Smiling the Lucario nodded ''IN this case, our new magic construction to control the heat of the greenhouses and the temperature of the water will properly help a lot. After all, we spend years trying to improve the already implemented constructs for this goal." And rubbed her chin in thought ''Thought we need soon a new shipment of soul gems... we only have so much and I prefer to not use our reserves of the black ones.``
The lizard of the two looked at the Lucario ''I still don?t get why we got so many. Good, they are used to put criminals that deserve that fate in there. But why not breaking them as the High Elves do it? Or actually, use them."
''I am sure our Master has his thoughts regarding that. After all, he collected them over the centuries if the others are to be believed." The Lucario explained and put a finger of thought on her chin ''But I do wonder as well how he got so many Black Soulgems in the first place. It isn't like you can buy them in every shop.``
``Really?'' asks the reptile and shrugs ``Ok, I admit Galia, that I never left the island so I never really knew about the mainland.''
The Lucario laughed ``That's right Banahee. But thanks to my studies in the academy in Winterhold, I know where to get soul gems... and that black ones are almost impossible to find and even difficult to own them. IN almost every hold you get prison time or outright execution if you are caught with one of them.''
"Is that so?" asks Banahee and rubs her head "Perhaps I should ask for some time on the Mainland to learn as well. You spend almost five years over there after all.''
``Then you need to find a way to hide your tattoo on the neck.'' laughed Galia with a pad on her back ``I had it easier with mine on the hips.''
``And what about our cat? She got it on the side'' laughed the lizard ``She should only need a shirt to cover it up'' and then mused ``Where is she right now?''
"Somewhere in Skyrim... going to hunt something. But I am not sure if it is a specific animal or somebody master wants to go in a way that points to either side of the conflict." explains the fighting type and shrugs.
"That old melody?" she asks "I am the sixth of my family that has the honour to be one of his slaves. And the history is full of having always two or three specialized in personally remove people where he doesn?t trust the assets or risk them to do that job.''
``Well... I only heard about that part of our history but my family is still relatively new here on the island... just the third generation.'' and shrugs as they continued their way to their respective labs.
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Laying in a patch of grass in the top of a Hill laid a blue Furred Khajiit. With her grey eyes, she stared at a cave entrance in the distance. Far enough that she can make out the necessary details but not close enough to be spotted by anybody going in or out the cave. And for added endurance of hiding and some protection from the elements, she was covered by a cape that is covered with dirt grass and some leaves of nearby trees.
Her targets are three vampires living in this cave. To simple court vampires and both of them Nord?s but the third... Their leader. That one is an outright vampire lord. And added to being an Argonian, a confrontation is a riskful encounter.
Normally she wouldn't be here and bother with those. Instead would have sent a note to this freshly formed group of vampire hunters to deal with it. But those three vampires and their thralls made it to a degree personal for her master Yol Jun Kriid as they target a nearby village. A village serving the cunning dragon.
The purpose of this village is two-fold. Gathering fresh blood for the population of her masters home and the home of a large population of his servants. And as such at risk of inbreeding. Something that nearly caused once the downfall of her people as the inbreeding caused birth defects. Only a number of Dearing moves and almost getting the attention of the Blades and other groups founded to kill dragons or destroying cults saved them. In the aftermath that place was founded to lure in people that might help with the diversity.
A slow process to determine if the person is fitting for the expectations and trustworthy runs before this person is sent to the island or becomes part of this community.
The second duty if this village is to serve as a hub. To take in any asset of their master that cannot leave straight to the island or need to go to hiding.
And those vampires are endangering that very village right now and thus needs to be dealt with. In her time seeking them, finding and watching them she determined that those three have at max twenty thralls. Only getting new ones if one of the others died. That tells her they can only control so many.
And those vampires suck each day three people dry... Very wasteful compared to mother groups where per vampire only one guy per week is needed and the rest substituted with animal blood. If they don't manage to grab one of the very few bandits here or from the village, they take it on their thralls.
The village is warned by now from where the vampires come and they had prepared themselves... but the Khajiit knew that the best way is to ensure that they get desperate to move out themselves and not simply send their thralls was... to shrink the number of their thralls. So in the last days, she killed every thrall, she got in reach of her bow or crossbow and laid traps that caught them lethal or, if they were members of the village, lock them away until the vampires are dead. That way she limited the influx of blood and fresh thrills.
And she smirks as the thralls came out. Or rather what was left of them. Only seven thralls are coming out. Not enough to trust only them in getting things done. The Vampires are forced to come out and dirty their own hand. And soon enough the vampires came... and much to her frowning... only the two Nords came out.
Biting her lip, the Khajiit thought about how to handle it and there weren't much she could do. Now she had her best chance to cripple them. Lifting slightly her Crossbow she set the line with the crosshair and aimed carefully, starting to control her breathing. The eye narrowed as she focused on her first target... anticipating the path... and pressed the trigger.
The bolt left the crossbow, and with the energy transferred into it, it flew straight towards its intended target, and before the North Vampire knew what happened, the bolt shot into the head, pulling it with its remaining force and forced said head to slam hard against the rocks behind him. And if this combination wasn't enough, the bolt unleashed the Enchantments the Crossbow was powered with: Turn Undead and Fire. A nightmare for any creature weak to fire or undead.
His comrade, shocked of the sudden attack that means the death of the Nord, looked frantic to the direction the bolt came from, forgetting that some of the Thralls are now freed from the influence.
The feline didn't know how the vampire did it... but he got his eyes on her, pointing at her and starts shouting. But his search for her took too long. The Thralls and freed ones were already in a struggle and her Crossbow released the next bolt. This time piercing the chest of the Vampire. From her position, she couldn't tell if she hit the heart or not. But given the Turn Undead and Fire Enchantment-combo, it did mean little.
Rising up from her hiding spot, she went straight for the cave entrance where the former Thralls were looking at each other in wonder and talked to figure out what to do from here. She saw some of them dead. Either the fight didn't stop fast enough or the remaining ones were under the control of the vampire lord.
The former thralls, two Nord's, an Argonian and an imperial noticed her arrival and without further ado, she asks them "Does any of you know if this cave has a second exit?"
The Argonian stepped forward and shakes his head ``No. That is the only entrance to this cave. That Last Vampire in there is stuck if she doesn't decide to get out.''
``She will come out'' grunts the Imperial ``I was one of those Thralls of them for nearly ten years. And down there were still six more of us. Four are properly dead now thanks to your crossbows.''
``Good to know'' she nodded ``Then we lay out a trap here. We go into hiding and once she gets out, we shoot as many arrows at her as we can. Once that is done, we go into close combat. First take out the thrall?s, lethal or not, is up to you. The more we can concentrate on her, the better."
The other four nodded in agreement and felt it made sense and all of them had a long range weapon. Raiding from the dead the arrows, the four former thralls hid nearby while she climbed above the cave entrance. The other four looked in wonder but then they understood their true role... to be the wait.
The two Nord's were rather angry about as far the Khajiit could tell with her good eyes. But the Imperial seems to acknowledge it and the Argonian... there the feline accepts she never was really the best of reading those lizards.
That's also why she lose to them in card games a lot. Much to the disappointment of her purse.
It took a while until I saw the four getting stiff. Which means they are coming. Took longer than I thought... well, perhaps she thought she could use the last meal.
First were the two remaining thralls. Both female Argonians. They looked around with their spears while stepping forward. I bit my lip a little and hoped the others weren't trigger happy or that plan will fall apart fast as we need to a degree the element of surprise.
She should learn not to challenge the fate of the world. The two Nords are jumping from their hiding spots and shot arrows, which the Thralls are returning. The other two remained hidden and while the thralls were soon dead, one of the Nord was gone for as well. And the other was only holding his one-handed axe, shouting "Come out witch! So I can gut you and make a trophy of your skin!''
"Oh?" mused a female voice "Is that so?" and bursting forth the hideous form of a Vampire Lord shot out and grabbed the Nord on the throat and lift him up, "I think I make you my personal thrall this time.''
Not wasting time, the Khajiit used that moment and shot her crossbow. The arrow pierced the head but and the Vampire let go in her pain and tried to put out both the flames and remove that arrow in her head.
Surprised that she wasn't done with that shot, the feline reloads as fast as she could while the other two archers came out and put as many arrows as possible into the lord.
"Curse you all!" she shouts "I will heal from your blood and curse your souls to the deaths of Molog Bal's realms."
"Then don't wait for me!" declared the Nord with a loud roar and jumped at the vampire, slamming his axe and split the skull apart. Killing the Argonian vampire for good.
The Khajiit shoulders her weapon and gets out while the others regroup.
And they were scolding the Nord for his recklessness, which nearly killed him and their comrade.
The Khajiit calmed the three down with some time and as they realized that due how long they had been thralls, those three were the ``oldest'' of the remaining ones before their "Masters" death they properly have a hard time to return to their own lives. Especially as the Argonian and the Imperial were on their way to build a new life but no have left nothing. The Nord was lost as he wanted to join the great war but is conflicted which side he should join in this civil war as he was told behind this was more than it seems.
``I have an offer.'' said the Khajiit ``The reasons I was here, was to help a village in the near. How about you go with me to them? Then you can either earn enough to set out again or at least figure out what you want. Or you settle down if you managed to be welcomed by them."
The three looked at each other and as they had nothing better, they followed her.
The Khajiit, as she guided them, put together what she learned in talking with them... the Argonian is a jewellery maker, doing after the old traditions of his people. The Imperial was an experienced Merchant that wanted to open a new store as his old one was destroyed at the war.
Those two will be fine additions for the village... but the Nord with his blunder and confusion... only time would tell but she has her doubts.
Anyway, her master will be pleased to hear that the vampire problem is dealt with and then hunt successfully. After reporting to Yun Jil Kriid, she will definitely get some rest.
And with a smile, she thought about how her master might reward her, hoping is in a very good mood from her success and called her to his side... for a different kind of hunt.
Normally she wouldn't be here and bother with those. Instead would have sent a note to this freshly formed group of vampire hunters to deal with it. But those three vampires and their thralls made it to a degree personal for her master Yol Jun Kriid as they target a nearby village. A village serving the cunning dragon.
The purpose of this village is two-fold. Gathering fresh blood for the population of her masters home and the home of a large population of his servants. And as such at risk of inbreeding. Something that nearly caused once the downfall of her people as the inbreeding caused birth defects. Only a number of Dearing moves and almost getting the attention of the Blades and other groups founded to kill dragons or destroying cults saved them. In the aftermath that place was founded to lure in people that might help with the diversity.
A slow process to determine if the person is fitting for the expectations and trustworthy runs before this person is sent to the island or becomes part of this community.
The second duty if this village is to serve as a hub. To take in any asset of their master that cannot leave straight to the island or need to go to hiding.
And those vampires are endangering that very village right now and thus needs to be dealt with. In her time seeking them, finding and watching them she determined that those three have at max twenty thralls. Only getting new ones if one of the others died. That tells her they can only control so many.
And those vampires suck each day three people dry... Very wasteful compared to mother groups where per vampire only one guy per week is needed and the rest substituted with animal blood. If they don't manage to grab one of the very few bandits here or from the village they take it on their thralls.
The village is warned by now from where the vampires come and they had prepared themselves... but the Khajiit knew that the best way is to ensure that they get desperate to move out themselves and not simply send their thralls was... to shrink the number of their thralls. So in the last days, she killed every thrall, she got in reach of her bow or crossbow and laid traps that caught them lethal or, if they were members of the village, lock them away until the vampires are dead. That way she limited the influx of blood and fresh thrall?s.
And she smirks
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