Head in and take the town hall

You quickly head into the town, rushing forward. You hurry in a brutal charge, rushing forward as you soon catch up with the Orc Berserkers who are smashing their way through the town. You hurry up the stairs of the town hall, smacking aside spearmen and knocking them down the steps as they crumble, snapping spears and breaking bones with your mace swings. You soon find yourself in a frenzy of blood-lust, charging forward, ready to kill.

Hours later, the town hall is left as the scene of a brutal massacre. You're left in the Lord's throne room, slowly walking in. The few rich farmers and lower nobles that hid here have been slaughtered, there bodies now splayed across the ground. You look to the center of the room, where an old oak throne sits, it's former occupant having been beheaded and lying on the ground. You walk forward alongside your lieutenants, whistling an old farmer's tune with a grin on your face. You sit down, staring at your lieutenants as they surround you. Bloodaxe is coated in blood and gore, snarling as he searches the dead for anyone still breathing, strangling them casually with his bare hands. Morrigan's old bandit instincts kick in, as she begins removing rings from the cut off hand of a noble lady. Shaga and Taylor move forward, heading over to you, as both of them sit on your knee as you lean back, wrapping an arm around your two wives, grinning.

"Well, this is nice!" you say, leaning back in your chair as you kick your legs up onto the armrest.

Your moment of triumph is ruined by a small whimpering from behind the throne. You sigh, pushing your wives off you and standing up. You walk behind your throne, where a small man cowers behind the throne.

"Oh, a survivor!" you say, pausing. "Why hasn't someone killed you yet? Who fucked up here?"

"Please, don't kill me! I don't want to die!"

"Yes yes, no one ever does," you say, raising your mace for the killing blow, before pausing, looking at your freshly polished mace. "Oh... I just polished this."

You turn to Morrigan and Bloodaxe.

"Where's your weapons?"

"I left it to be polished downstairs," Morrigan says.

"Broke it off in some fat fuck's neck," Bloodaxe grunts. "Getting it repaired."

"Please, don't kill me! I can help you! I can help you!" the man begs.

"Yes, yes, that's what they all say. Morrigan, go fetch me an axe, or something, I need to kill this fool."

Morrigan nods, rushing off down the hallways, as you stare down at the man.

"Sorry about this," you say. "It's really unprofessional."

"Wait, you don't need to kill me!" the man begs. "I was steward to the old lord! I can fulfill the same role for you!"

"What's a steward?" you ask.

"I ran all the day-to-day affairs of the county! If you spare me, I can deal with it all! Taxes, farmers, complaints, everything!"

"OK, steward, you've gotten my attention. What's your name?"

"Sir Green, Lord."

"Sir? Not a big fan of that. You're hardly a knight. No, let's go with Mister. Mister Green. Well then, Mister Green, you have a few minutes to try convince me not to kill you before Morrigan gets back with that axe. Good luck."

"In newly conquered lands, it's quite hard to govern! Thus, I, uh... I should be spared so I can make the transition of power as easy as I can, so it's easy for you, and everyone's happy!"

"Eh... either way, I'm not going to deal with that. I'll tell other people to deal with it, and then I'll just execute until it works," you say. "Anything else?"

"Uh, fuck, please...! No, there's options for you! With the massive change this is going to be as Orcs are allowed into non-human realms and people spread throughout the world, there's going to be a huge cultural shift!"

"Got it, Abaddon!" Morrigan says, hurrying into the room with a steel battleaxe.

"I can help you design that, as we can work out exactly what kind of empire you want to run!"

You take the axe from Morrigan, hefting it into the air, looking down at the frantically pleading steward in front of you.

"It'll be a perfect world!"

You swing the axe, whistling just over Mister Green's head and smacking into the throne with a heavy thud, embedding itself in the thick wood. Mister Green yelps, holding up his hands frantically and whimpering.

"Please, please!"

"Fine. I suppose I'll spare you," you say. "So, what exactly are you offering me?"

"Oh, thank you, thank you, glorious master! You truly are...!"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Options, Mister Green."

"Oh, of course! With you in charge, there can be revolutionary reforms! The tax margin on farmers can be changed to allow for the diversification of crops to be economically viable, to increase..."

"Goddammit," you say, tearing the axe from it's spot and raising it again.

"Shit, I'm sorry!" Mister Green whimpers. "I mean, I can help with the distribution of power! You can build an entire system around what your want!"

"The next thing you say that makes me want to kill you is going to end with your head flying off."

"You need to keep this system together, and I have solutions for that! For instance, you could leave the systems in place, replacing the displaced nobles with those who are loyal to you, and having the system run pretty much the same as before."

"It'd be efficient. We could make a lot of profit through that system," Morrigan says.

"Boring, though. Let's see what else we have. Next."

"Um, without the system of nobility to keep order, you could replace it with a more theocratic system!"

"Ah, that would work, but I don't go to Church, I'm not religious and my consort's a fucking demon!" you say, lifting up your axe again.

"No, I know, I know! You could uproot the Church, and corrupt the religious sensibilities of the common folk into a hedonistic sex cult based around the demonic! It wouldn't even have to be religious, it could be just a philosophy! Isn't that a good idea?"

"I like it," Lilith says, although you're hardly surprised. "Demonic sex cults? That'd be such a nice present for me."

"Yeah, it is. I'd like some more options, though. Next."

"Oh. Uh... going off the sexual idea, you could take away all the rights of women, and have them become little more than property. It'd be perfect, the way it should be!"

There's a brief pause, as your lieutenants clearly look annoyed at that implication, with the exception of Bloodaxe, who chuckles at their annoyance.

"Continue," you demand of Mister Green.

"If women were used as property, they could be the primary motivation for the whole system. As the head, you'd have a huge harem of women you owned, as men work hard for the wealth to gain additional wives. Sex would be the primary motivation for you new kingdom!"

"I like it," Bloodaxe chuckles. "If only to piss off the other lieutenants here."

"Anything else?" you ask.

"Well, you could go the other way, I suppose. Using this wave of change, you could replace the patriarchy with more of a matriarchy type situation, where men have no rights and are used as stupid muscle by the women in power. The women in power would exchange all be under you, and would all act as your consorts, their power being based on your favor. Quite similar to the current system you seem to have now."

"System? Do I have a system now?"

"Yeah, the way that you're at the top of the system, with a bunch of women as your lieutenants, who are in charge of the rest of the system."

"Do that," Shaga says, looking spitefully at Shaga. "Have all the humans worship their women like goddesses, that seems like a far better idea than what we do now."

"Maybe I shouldn't kill you. I've two minds about it, really. Any other suggestions?"

"Ugh... let anarchy take over, you could do that. Let the thieves and bandits overrun the place, and just ensure they **** to pay all you tribute rather than the tax system that's used. It'll let you take a "hands off" approach to this whole affair, as you won't need to manage territory."

"Well then, what would I need you for?" you ask, as Mister Green realizes his mistake.

"Uh... ensuring tribute is paid?" he says.

You pause, wondering what to do.