Cruelty

"Oh, keep her suffering for as long as you possibly can. She killed one of my men, the s cunt. She'll pay for it. Let any of the men have their way with her, they could use a morale boost."

Kelly bursts into a deep, pitiful sobbing. Marta nods with eagerly, before you turn and head out the door. Morrigan and Lilith follow, and you turn to them, raising an eyebrow.

"Lilith? Was that good enough for you?"

"It was absolutely delightful. I knew you were suited to being my master."

"Morrigan, how goes our plans?"

"We've been raiding enough to survive, but our recruitment numbers are low. We barely have enough highwaymen, bandits and raiders coming here to recoup our losses from raiding," Morrigan notes.

"I presume you have some sort of solution?" you ask.

"The savage Orcs of the North, stretched across the Spine. Hardy people, bloodthirsty warriors and brutal raiders. They've been losing territory to the races of Man and Elf for the past few decades, ever since their last Great Chieftain led a great army south," Morrigan says. "I have contacts with one of the larger tribes that I've fought with before, the Blackfury Clan. If we can forge an alliance with them, we can build an army great enough to actually begin doing some conquering."

" I am Lilith, infernal succubus and mistress of the infernal fucking realms, I don't 'forge alliances'.

"I'm inclined to go with Lilith here. I'm going to subjugate those pricks the same way I subjugated you. Organize me a trip North, Morrigan. We're going to find some more minions."