Interlude: Thoughts & Prayers

The convent is abuzz with activity for what seems like the first time in years, candles have been lit and doors bolted shut, and above all the giver-gods have been consulted with. Behind a particularly heavy door, in a part of the convent untouched by the light of the sun, three nuns are crowded together, talking in hushed voices.

One of them, clearly the senior nun, begins to talk.

“Sisters, calm down” she says, her voice authoritative and mildly annoyed. “While I understand your desire to intervene, we must take caution. Driving out the man who could be the resident guest would be an unimaginable sin, it would bring the wrath of the gods upon us.”

One of the junior nuns, a woman whose habit is complimented by an impressive set of battle armour, speaks up.

“Why would we take the risk though, Sister Chaski?” she asks, her hands clenched. “You yourself have told us that the first man to find our village may not be worthy. Have not the gods given us any indication that he is the right one?” Her voice adopts an even more hushed undertone, “in any case, you heard Xana at the council meeting, he is a warrior, one who spills blood in offense. How could such a man be worthy of being our lord and master?”

Chaski gives an aggrieved sigh. “I have told you many times, Sister Helga, that the gods act in mysterious ways.” Pausing for effect, she continues. “In any case, I would caution you not to judge a book by its cover. I would have thought you would keep that advice near to your heart.” At these words, a small blush of scarlet falls over Helga’s face, and she turns away, ashamed. "If Xana's words are to be believed, he most definitely has the equipment to make us women of Dichocai into his ****-wives, as is our destiny. If we are to fulfill our purpose, we must not let biases colour our view."

“I think we should remember not to trust Xana’s words too much, in any case” says the third nun, a proud-looking orc woman, speaking for the first time. “I think we can all agree that while she is a pious woman, she often, well, gets things wrong.”

“Unfortunately, I must agree, Sister Jeanette” says the elven nun, “Xana has indeed not been blessed with wisdom. You are the only one of us to get a look at this visitor so far, what were your impressions?”

The orc woman shrugs. “Looked harmless enough to me, he’s definitely a strong looking lad, but so long as his weapons are kept under lock and key he should be controllable.”

Helga looks unconvinced. “But Sister Chaski” she says, turning to the elf, “have not the gods warned us that men hold terrible powers? Will he even need his weapons?”

At this the room falls silent, the three nuns silently recalling their knowledge of men from the holy texts. Eventually, the elf speaks up. “Sister Jeanette, did you see any evidence of the supposed powers of men when observing the visitor?”

The orc shrugs. “That whore goblin Leni was lusting after him plain as day, but she’s always behaving like that.”

The elf takes in this information, looking thoughtful. After a few seconds of thought, she speaks. “I shall consult with the giver-gods again, this time I will ask questions more thoroughly.” With a small nod, she leaves the room, leaving the other two nuns in silence.

Slowly, the Orc walks to the door, bolting it tight before turning back around, a predatory grin on her face. The warrior-nun’s stern look has disappeared completely, replaced by a flushed, nervous smile as she looks up at the orc.

“By the gods, Helga, I almost jumped you right there in the meeting” the two nun’s mouths meet in a fierce kiss, tongues playing with each other as the orc pulls her lover upwards, till her feet are almost off the ground. “You look so cute in that armour, it makes me want to rip it off you and ravish your beautiful body.”

“P-please Jeanette, don’t be so..so..” Helga’s protests are silenced as Jeanette once more kisses her, skillfully removing her breastplate. Helga takes in a deep breath, before her eyes open with a look of lust and nervousness. “Show me.”

The orc chuckles, ripping off her habit and baring her body to the blushing young warrior. “I’ll do more than show you, my love.”