Leave the palace

Location: Gobel-en-Methel
HP: 100/100
Lust: 10/100
Corruption: 1/100
State: Shocked, Aroused, Confused
Equipment: Îr
Level: 1
Experience: 50/1000

The queen ordered you to leave immediately. The city is in danger and every second counts. You must go to Duthurware as soon as possible, while you still can.

When you come back to the palace entrance, the bright moon shows you a city being sacked. Orcs are everywhere, running from house to house, killing, **** and **** elves.

Just before you, the guard you talked to a few moments ago is now fighting an orc with a double-handed axe. The orc, slightly wounded at his thigh, beheads the royal guard with a lateral blow. The elvish head rolls down the stairs while a geyser of blood comes out of the collapsing body. You hold back a gasp of horror. His opponent dead, the mountain of green muscles turns towards you, his pupils still dilated from the exciting fight he had. It must be the first tim he sees a female naked elf, since he looks at you with curiosity... and lust, of course.

His hesitation gives you enough time to realize that something is wrong. You cannot find out exactly what. Maybe it is the lack of resistance your city is opposing, or the strange magnetism emanating from the ugly creature you are facing, or your mind filled with images of you having tough sex with that strangely handsome monster (in his own way) even though one of your fellow citizen just died in front of you, or your difficulties to focus on anything else than the visible stiffened meat sword under his loincloth. Or maybe it is just the surnatural moonlight (did it use to be so bright before?), or the unreal and unimaginable situation you are living.

Whatever it is, you must do something. This orc is not going to stare at you like that for ever.