Inspection

My scouts had been sent to gain intel on the elves, they would return hopefully with good information in time for the blood moon rising.

I was overseeing the quality of weapons from the steel ore provided by Steelton. My blacksmith that was in charge of the quality of these weapons was known as Chark, a grizzled wolvir light brown fur. He had gained and honed his skills thanks to the advice and tutelage of the Steelton smithy artisans. Chark picked up the craft quickly, showing great potential of becoming a renowned and expert blacksmith. The Steelton smithies were impressed at his eye for detail, and fine and elegant touch that he added to the projects.

Chark was now the head blacksmith, also known ans the king’s blacksmith, and had a number of wolvir apprentices under him.

Chark presented a number of steel swords, axes, daggers and war hammers, and laid them across the table at his forge. His inspected them closely, but I only had a small grain of intelligence when it came to the quality of these weapons. I only knew the basics thanks to Elle, who was a daughter of a blacksmith herself. It would have been better if she were here, but it was difficult to encourage her to accompany me on these tasks. I had trusted Izzy take charge of the issue of Elle, and hoped to see results soon.

Speaking of results, I picked up a sword and looked at the details intricately, checking for any sights of burns, scratches or chips. It was premium made, most in part from the steel ore of Steelton, and how Charlotte had brilliantly crafted it into an impressive blade. I nodded with approval, and inspected the other weapons, and all seemed satisfactory to me.

“Well done, Chark. They are all grand weapons.” I said to him.

“Thank you, my king.” He brought a fist to his chest and gave a small bow, his eyes closed as he tipped his head down.

“To be honest, I trust your work, Chark. You haven’t failed me yet, and my warriors tell of the difference with your weapons, as opposed to the ones we had before.”

“It is all because of you, king Fen. If not for your part with Steelton. We wouldn’t have access to fine steel ore, and because I was taught how to make these weapons from the Steelton smiths. We have you to thank for all of this, my king.” He praised.

“You flatter and honour me, Chark.” I said. “Is there anything else?”

“Yes there is. Armour, my king.” He told me. Chark then collected the weapons and carefully put them back in his storage. He then directed me to a wolvir shaped mannequin, that wore steel armour. He started from top to bottom of the pieces that were on display.

“The helmet, is made specifically to protect wearer from hits to the head.” He explained.

“I know what a helmet does.” I chuckled, at first Chark thought I was offended at his exposing the simplicity of telling me what a helmet does, but after he saw me chuckling, he relaxed.

“Sorry, my king. What I meant to point out was the superiors of this helmet for wolvir. The quality of the steel ensures that a blade, or axe hitting it, will not embed into the helmet. Also, any arrows aimed at the head, will cause the arrow to just voice off, protecting the wearer from a fatal shot.”

I looked over the helmet, the steel shimmered from the forge’s fire that was blazing in close proximity of us. A strong leather strap was fastened under the maw of the mannequin to keep the helmet secure. Holes in the eye sockets to help the wearer see what was in front of him, which made me question something.

“What if the attacker goes for the eyes?” I quizzed. “Stabbing with a dagger, or an arrow finds its way there.”

Charm then grinned, as if expecting to be asked this, and took joy in explaining.

“Well spotted, king Fen. See this here?” He the directed to the side of the helmet, where the temple of the of the head would be. A small metal rod was poking out of it. “If you just pull this down, and…” Chark pulled the switch down, and as he did so, cross-crossed steel came down and covered the eyes. It acted as eye guards, with enough space in between the metal to see through, but also enough to protect from a blade or arrowhead.

“It would obscure the vision slightly, but wolvir eyesights is better than your average foe, so it shouldn’t be a hindrance in battle.” Chark told me.

“Excellent.” I praised him.

I then looked over the breast plate, Paul from and bracers. All were made out of high quality steel. The breast plate even had wolf designs on it, as to signify heraldry of wolvir.

“The armour is great at deflecting arrows, blades and absorbing the hits of hammers. It is heavy, but your average wolvir would be able to wear it easily. It will slow them down to what speed they are used to, but our advantage of agility still outmatches humans and elves who would wear this type of armour.” Chark said.

I finally inspected the armour for the thighs and shins.

“This armour is a cuisse, I got the inspiration from the armour of our Frens allies.” Chark showed me the steel that was protecting the thigh. “This will stop a blade hitting anything vital in the thigh, or disabling the leg.”

He then moved onto the greaves that were fastened to the shins. “And lastly, my king. These greaves will help prevent any slashing at the shins, or anyone trying to chop it off.”

All pieces of armour looked exquisite, and durable. I was pleased with what I saw, and what was explained to me.

“Good work, Chark.” I said. “When would this type of armour be suitable for?”

“I would say when fighting physically stronger enemies, like orcs, minotaurs and bjornr.” He told me.

“At least we’re prepared for that outcome.” I said.

I had more inspections to attend to, and after thanking Chark for his dedication and hard work again, I set off to the port of my harbour town that had been called Howl Edge.

Upon my arrival, I saw a small fleet of ten ships anchored at the port. I saw that another was under construction, wolvir working hard at its creation.

I found audience with my appointed master of ships, Santor.

“Ah, my king.” A fist to his chest and bowing towards me. “Right on time.”

“Show me your work.” I said to him.

Without further ado, he presented the newly crafted ship that was completed the other day. It was large enough to hold twenty of my warriors, and the wood it was fashioned from seemed sturdy enough.

“We are not artisans, but the Feconde kingdom has assisted us in their manufacturing.” Santor told me.

In truth, the wolvir are not seafarers, barely even fishermen. But I refused to be left behind in progress, and I believed ships were part of that progress. They were ideal for travelling over far reaches of land, especially with large loads and across the sea. I wanted a grand naval fleet, that would hold many of my warriors, and be used in trade and even block trade of rivals. If I controlled the naval trade route, my wealth would increase and my foes would suffer. I planned to have a large fleet to go against anyone who dared go to war with the wolvir. And my next step was to control the Elves land and take their forests to use as resources for my ships.

“Im afraid these ships are nothing special. But give me time, and quality wood to work with, and I will amass the most terrifying and unbeatable fleet this work has ever witnessed.” Santor claimed.

“That is a bold statement.” I said with a hint of doubt, but also longing for him to prove himself. “Do you think you are up to the task to fulfil those words?”

“I am, my king. I may not be the most experienced ship builder, or sailor. But by the terror wolf, I swear that you will have the greatest navy there is.” He said with pride.

“I look forward to it. And if you can deliver, your line and offspring will be wealthy and secure.” I told him. “You will go down in history as one of the key factors for the wolvir domination.”

He smiled widely, a new spur of motivation firing up inside him, eager to achieve this lofty goal.

I knew it would take some time for my baby to reach the specifications I needed, but I was willing to put the work in for it. Once I gained the Intel on the elves, and after the blood moon, would I enact my next stage.

I returned to Luna Peak and roamed the streets for a time, stalls had been erected in preparation for the upcoming blood moon. Pyres where being built to be lit for the upcoming night, fire being a way to communicate with the gods, and engaging in sex in front of them, would make sure that wolvir would be anointed by their blessing.

On the streets, I saw many wolvir, some kitted in leather armour and weapons, showing that they were apart of the wolvir army. Most of them were accompanied by human women, who appeared to be the wolvir’s bitches.

Female wolvir were also seen with the males, but in fewer number to the humans. My wolvir sisterhood seemed content with taking a more midwife role in wolvir society, as they knew and understood that the males were stronger and superior to them. There were still many female wolvir mates to the males, but the females seemed to have a higher chance of conceiving girls as opposed to boys. And humanoid women had the higher chance of conceiving a male for a wolvir, almost to the point that one in a thousand births had a female wolvir from a humanoid woman. And because male wolvir were more beneficial to have in wolvir society, many human women were looked as more desirable to impregnate.

As I continued walking, I was hailed warmly and enthusiastically from my wolvir subjects, some even gifted me produce and trinkets. I thanked them and told them to hold onto them for those who needed them more than I did.

I made my way to the keep, and in the throne room I was greeted by Aconite. She wore her same tattered black dress, with no footwear on. Her hair was disheveled and untamed, her makeup dark and alluring, along with her sexy sadistic grin etched on her face.

“My king.” She curtseyed, then looked up at me with a lustful stare. “It has been over a month since I birthed your pup, and you have not deemed it fit to knock me up again.” She said boldly.

“I have been busy, Aconite.” I told her, a low growl escaping my throat as I inspected her too. Her cleavage was on display from her dress, the skirts too short to the point that a slight bend would reveal her huge backside. Her thick thighs were clenched together as she squirmed a little, and I could smell the scent of her arousal waft to me from this action she made. “But I have time now to rectify this.”

A hand snakes down to her groin as she rubbed her vagina in open view of myself and guards near the throne.

Knock this bitch up!