Even more so what IS an answer?

/So mah dudes, and mah dudetees me is back after a short abstinence, why the abstinence though, well university I tell you mah dudes. Oh and for my followers and my two groupies (you know who you are - can I even call you that, well didn't stop me before if I could or could not do something) don't worry the bulldung on here will continue not following the 'better' writing on the other story, so without further badoo lets pee on this.

Looking with a happy smile down on your slaves you reflect to yourself about all that had happend and all that you learnt lately. So you might be not real, you might just be someones entertainment in another world. Altough you think to yourself 'The entertainment might be gone.' With that you gaze upon the village where your followers started to dismantle the houses now and are still looting for usefull stuffs.

A noise from below the walls calls your attention. It is the smith calling up to you. She yells "Master, I have something to show you." You extend your wings and jump down slowly gliding down towards her. Impacting with a low sound you land in front of her. She kneels down, which due to her size causes her to be with her face aproximatly at your chestlevel. (Which makes her not look that submissiv to be real here, but I guess its the gesture that counts?)

You ask her "What do you have to show me, ****?" She beckons you to follow her. In a small area in front of the gatehouse the turned have gatherd something. There are huge piles of three crafting ingredients neatly stacked on top of eachother.

The first pile is a bunch of logs of demonwood. And by a bunch I mean like about one hundred pieces.

The second pile is a pile of Sigril-Ingots. The dark metal seems to absorb the sunlight reaching it. You also feel a bit of a connection to it. It feels a bit like a familiar greeting you.

The last pile is the strangest. It is leather. You approach it carefully and sure enough it is human leather. (Don't you worry gods of guarding against too much ****, 'tis ain't saw. - Also since it might come up, at what point is genocide too much genocide?)

You want to know however "Where did you find all this?" Your follower answers "It seems every piece of Metal turned into Shadowmetal, every piece of wood turned into demonwood and the leather is the weirdest all of them changed into human leather." You immedietly understand. All of it is used to create your shadowarmors for you and your slaves and followers. (Question here: Is the distinction between the two groups apparent or should I make it a bit more clear, don't know what I mean by that to be honest, maybe add in a random stat-sheet or such, well fuck of course you want one now, why the fuck I am that stupid)

You inspect the pile and at that moment another hero, a rogue with a dozen knives on straps around his body, appears with a pile of wood in his arms. Seeing you he bows his head submissivly but not before you see the black in his eyes. He drops off his loot and walks away towards the village to collect more stuffs. Following him your eyes you see more piles near the houses. Your followers neatly stacked everything they could find in separte places. "We will search the houses first and after that the fortress will be ransacked, then we will make an inventory." another one of your followers says. He is one of the NPCs who was with you from the small village. He was a storeowner back then, which makes sense that he is now so into organizing.

Looking back at the loot in front of you you ask your smith "Can you make so much armor alone?"

/Okay here we are now, I know the next line to write but after that I am not entirly sure, so why not write it, well, because I am an evil bastard - the degratory version not the pre-marrige-kid-version - well anyway lets go on with it, new stuffings is coming as always is the norm with us man we always have something to stuff someoneee, erm something, well anyway I would like you all to like this chapter if you liked it, and if you liked it you should also eat your cake, if you didn't like it, well, than wipe your tearstains away with your armpithair or something i don't care and with that I will say goodbye and walk off now haveing a lonelinesswank, byoooo