I am Liandra

Altima wouldn't have been so easily caught... she was a huntress, a predator. Liandra remembered reading stories of heroes like her, brave and skilled. She remember reading these stories on a soft silk bed. A princess room.

She was Liandra. And whatever happened, Nariel made a horrible mistake.

Liandra tried to scream, but her muffled cries didn't bring the help she was expecting. Wasn't the elf supposed to be watching her? The Orcs were talking with each other as they neared her, Liandra was so scared she didn't even understand what they were saying. They picked her up, and began to carry her away.

It took a while to sink in that she wasn't being raped. The Orcs were carrying her towards a cave, undoubtedly the lair Nariel referred to. She tried to look for him in the shadows, but couldn't see a trace of the elf. Was he following them? She hoped so.

"Vaugir! We have a surprise for you" The chief orc said, and Liandra dared hope that, despite their monstrous appearance. She would be able to reason with them. They were able to talk, right? perhaps promises of reaches.

Liandra was awestruck. The man that came from the cave was perfection sculpted. He had sharp features, long black hair, a short beard, and deep green eyes. His chest was broad and muscular, and she saw logs thinner than his biceps. She was so dazzled by his appearance that it took her a while to notice that his lower half was that of a lion, and Vaugir was actually a wenic.

She tried to say something, but she was still gagged.

"Is that who I think it is? What is that bitch doing here?" The Wenic's body glittered wet, signs of a recent bath. Liandra kept struggling with her bounds.

"We found her in the forest. She stumbled upon us like that, half naked and unarmed. I think this is a trap, master" The Orc said, and the wenic growled.

"Half naked? of course it is a trap. What did she have to say?" These people, whoever they were, saw past Nariel´s ruse in no time. His plan was never going to work. "We didn't question her."

They didn't appear so unreasonable, so the first thing she said after they took out her gag was "I am not Altima"

"Is that so?" the wenic had a smirk.

"Yes... I am stuck with this body because of magic. A curse. I am in fact Princess Liandra, of Luxius!" She put so much drama, and she didn't expect the orcs to start laughing. The wenic didn't, though.

"Let me just tell what happened, please!" She started from the beginning, the tavern, the old man and his magic book. She spoke about her companions, and she realized they were believing her when she described each of the adventurer´s in detail.

"And after we defeated the dryad... well. We paused to rest. And .... ah... Altima... she gave me a potion" She was too embarrassed to just say, the huntress was fucking her companion. But they were smart enough and summarize what was truly happening.

"This just doesn't explain how you came to be here, Princess." The wenic finally concluded, but before she could say anything, a winged elf darted past them, carrying none else than Nariel in her arms. And more, the elf was holding an elaborated helm in his hands, probably the item he was looking for.

"After them!" The Vaugir bellowed, and they chased her away, leaving the bound princess alone