Head home

"Come on, Lilith, let's go get my shit and leave sleeping beauty to her fate."

With that, you exit the hospital, quickly stealing a cloth tunic and some cheap, flimsy shoes before you hurry to head out the door. You steal a horse from whatever dumb fuck tied it up, and quickly ride to the banks of the nearby river. Twenty minutes later, your mace is in your hand, you're clad in your armor and you're heading back to the Soulravage Spire.

After quite some hard riding, killing two horses for exhaustion and stealing replacements, you eventually reach back to the Soulravage Spire under cover of night. You ride forward to the gate, as a cry sounds out.

"Hold!" a deep voice cries. "Who goes there?"

"Don't you recognize your leader?" you say, coming into view of the torches positioned around the gate.

"Fuck me, Lord Abaddon's still alive!" the voice cries back. "Open the gate!"

The gate is opens slowly, and you ride inside. You look around, frowning as it seems the place is in some state. You quickly head into the throne room, walking inside. Bloodaxe sits in your throne, his axe resting in his hands. Shaga and Morrigan sit at either side of him, deep in discussion.

"What have I missed, boys?" you ask.

"Fuck me," Bloodaxe says, rising out of the throne.

"Master!" Morrigan says eagerly.

"Abaddon!" Shaga says eagerly.

The two girls rise up, rushing towards you. You wrap an arm around each of them, as Shaga presses her lips against yours, her tongue hungrily entering her mouth as Morrigan nestles her face into your neck, kissing you there.

"So romantic," you say, pulling back.

"Sorry, boss. Didn't mean to take your throne. The boys said you were impaled in the ambush," Bloodaxe says.

"I was. You should've learnt I don't die, though. Now, what's happened while I was gone?"

"We had to keep things together and going," Bloodaxe explains. "So I promised to marry Morrigan to keep the Blackfury tribe and Crimson Hand together."

"We didn't consummate anything, or even officially marry," Morrigan says.

"It's off, I suppose," Bloodaxe says, somewhat annoyed.

"Fuck, Bloodaxe, don't you know it's disrespectful to steal another man's woman, even after his ****?"

Bloodaxe stares at Shaga, then you for a second, raising an eyebrow.

"Shit yeah. Point rescinded," you say, marching forward and slumping down in exhaustion.

"The Blackfury tribe has taken some losses. We managed to get a lot of boys out thanks to your, uh, sacrifice, but we've still taken hits. It will take some time before the youths are raised into proper warriors and we're brought back to full strength, but we’re still war-able at the moment.”

"You seem particularly loyal for a man whose men I led to their deaths and whose fiance I just stole," you note.

"Everything dies eventually. Least Orcs do. Under you, they died in battle like heroes instead of farming in some shitty mountain," Bloodaxe shrugs. "Besides the ones who died retreating, but fuck 'em. Plus, we took victory against Whitley. As regards to Morrigan, I'm sure you'll reward me with a fine few wives once we get to conquering."

"So basically, we need more men," Lilith says. "We can deal with that."

"Terrific. I'll find a way to solve this issue. Just give me time."