Mansion Troubles III

Sven found himself carrying the petite vampire out of the house on his bag, in her piggy back position she had ample access to the back of his neck, making cute slurping noises as she feasted on Sven's blood. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, Sven decided after a short while, and she wasn't taking a lot either - in fact she seemed to be savoring the flavor as it danced on her tongue.

"Enjoying yourself?" Sven asked as he kicked down another set of doors leading upward from the flight of stairs he'd just climbed. Adriana made a satisfied noise as she removed her teeth, only to lick at the bite marks hungrily and bite down once again when she found a more appealing pulse to tap into. Sven had carried her because she was too weak and hungry to go on, well by the way she was acting now that she had her fill with his blood, Sven guessed that now she was just being spoilt.

"You taste so good, so sweet and filling. Unlike anyone-" She removed her fangs just long enough to answer before she was compelled to bite down again, too addicted to his essence to control herself. His vitality was sublime, his constitution was was exhilarating to consume, at first she had chalked the feelings she felt to be due to being on the brink of starvation, but the more she sucked the more she realized how captivating he was.

Holding her like this she felt like one of those princesses in one of her bed time stories, whisked away by a dashing knight who could cut through steel. Peering at Sven from across his shoulder she couldn't deny that fairy tails do come true, to some lucky few at least, and damn was she lucky.

"Try not to suck me too dry, I need at least some blood to get us both out of here." Sven joked, kicking open yet another door to reveal the remnants of a battle site. It looked as if a bomb had gone off inside of this otherwise swanky mansion, blast radius's littered the floor from where explosions had gone off, arrows were lodged into the fine furniture and expensive decor, along with bodies of Orc guards of varying states of **** scattered across the ceramic floor.

Hearing a scream from the other room, Sven's eyes shot open as he rushed into the parlor to see Ignis, Alice and Elise in a combat stance facing towards commander Bergh himself, his one good eye now focusing on the two new arrivals.

"I knew I shouldn't have trusted a human, but to think you would side with my friend over me. Well, I may not have much time left as a general, but for the remainder of my service I will make sure that none of you leave this building alive." Bergh said coldly as two of his retainers closed the door behind him, sealing the party inside this room.

"Just answer me this one thing Bergh, what were you planning to do with Adriana?" Sven asked, placing the vampire down softly and walking to the front of his party. Alice and Ignis began to cast their buffs on Sven in preparation.

"So that's her name? I needed a vampire to obtain my ambitions." Bergh ran a finger down his immaculate mahogany dining table, finding not a spec of dust remained on said fingertip. "With her I could obtain immortality, as you might be able to tell, my lifespan has almost run its course, I'm an old man and I haven't begun to achieve the goals demanded of me by my ancestors." Bergh unsheathed his scimitar like sword from behind his longcoat.

"Is that all? The admiral seems to think you've got a track record of hurting your harem wives." Sven questioned, Bergh was still occupied with the brownness of the dining table, but a small smile found its way to his lips.

"I only demand of my wives that they submit themselves to me well and truly, if they can't do that then I don't have need of them." Sven could feel something rumbling inside of himself at the Orcs casual admission. "The women behind you." Bergh motioned to the three party members. "Are they yours?" He asked, Sven felt the side of his mouth twitch involuntarily at the way the question was asked, as if they were property.

"They're free women, and my valued party members, they're not slaves like how you treated your wives." The Orc nodded, now looking at Sven, smile still in place.

"It's a difference in culture, you understand? Your women fall in line willingly, whereas Orc women need to be beaten into shape and made to heel. There's no doubt in my mind why you don't have an Orc in your harem, she wouldn't be standing next to you freely. Orcs aren't like you other lesser races you see, we're too willful, which is why our slaves need to be beaten down and have their individuality and self respect removed from them by ****. The admiral understands this somewhere deep down, he's just too soft to come to terms with the nature of our culture." Sven could feel it again, the same feelings he had felt when he had fought against Igrasil bubbling to the surface. Hate, anger, a deep seething need for vengeance of those poor women whose lives this man had destroyed.

"It's not a difference in culture Bergh, you're just a real piece of shit." Sven said surprisingly calm compared to how he was feeling inside. Bergh twirled his scimitar a few times in his hand, his expression of smugness unwavering before Sven's honest words.

"Talk is cheap, let us come to an understanding by way of our swords!" The Orc suddenly kicked the mahogany desk and sent it hurtling at Sven, unsheathing his Slyvian sword Sven cut the flying lumber in twain, sending two pieces scattering to the two back corners of the room. During this time, Bergh and his two retainers charged at Sven from the blind spots, the retainers from the right and Bergh from the left. Not having enough time to deal with both sides, Sven activated his green ring and sent the retainers flying backwards from the gust of wind meanwhile blocking Berghs scimitar with his sword.

His retainers were weaker than Bergh, but that doesn't mean that they were weak in general. Both of them seemed to be trained warriors, if their timely recovery from the knockback was anything to go by. Elise let loose a volley of arrows that found their mark as they lodged into the retainers bodies like the spikes on a porcupines back, followed up by a fire ball Ignis had sent there way, knocking them back even further.

As the rest of his team dealt with the retainers, Sven was steadily being pushed back by Bergh. Analyzing his opponent Sven read his stats for the first time.

Name: Bergh
Title: Commander General
Main Class: Reaver
Sub Class: None
Proficiency: Enchanting
Guild: Triadom U
Level: 45
Experience: 4200 / 4280

That answers the question as to why this guy has a big as scimitar twice the size of Sven's, and why he was holding it with just one arm. Sven parried the generals attacks one after the other, all the while keeping an eye out on his free hand. In AxioM, a reaver is a main class that focuses on heavy hitting sword attacks from one hand with the addition of bombs and other throwables from the other hand. With a savage blow, Bergh sent Sven back several paces with one particularly vicious attack, paying attention though Sven readied his spell in time to deal with the obvious follow up.

Hearing the sound of a bomb igniting, Sven used his Tower Shield spell, the thrown bomb connected with the astral shields surface, deflecting it back at Bergh who only narrowly rolled out of the way just enough to avoid a direct hit. The reaver was considered a pve class due to how reliably easy it was to counter the bomb throws. However some teams had managed to find niche scenarios for the role as the bomb specialization if hit manages to do a lot of up front true damage, which can hit through shields and other damage reduction buffs and abilities. If Sven was stunned by another class for long enough, the reaver could be a devastating addition to the team, but with no support or tank among them, his abilities were telegraphed and easy to anticipate.

Injured by his own bomb, Bergh panted as he propped himself upright using his own blade to balance himself. Sven looked to see how his team was getting on, it seems he needn't of worried as the two retainers lay dead on the floor looking like two burnt pincushions. Bergh having seen his fallen men considered retreat, but remembered that his dumb ass men had locked him in with them, thinking they were locking them in with him.

"Useless, the whole damn lot of them." Bergh cursed as he reached into his pocket to produce a flask of green liquid, bringing it to his lips he guzzled the fluid greedily. Sven, realizing what the potion was immediately went to charge him. Bergh began to grin as he felt his muscles ripple and grow around him, his eyes growing bloodshot and his iris's going pale as if he were losing his sight.

Sven swiped at him with a sudden movement, only to find that the Orc deflected it with his sword without so much as any indication he had even felt the blow. This wasn't good, a berserker potion like that would tip the tide of war in a second if he wasn't careful. Sven jumped back as he timed the Orcs powerful swipe, raising his shield arm up to block the powerful upper arm swing the general threw at him. The **** of the blow shoved him backwards, again and again the Orc struck at his shield, pushing him further and further back, not allowing Sven even a second to fight back.

"Die! Die! Die!" The Orc cried as he gave into his most animal-like nature, the potion turning his outward appearance to properly reflect the brutal inward nature the commander was born with. Elise was littering him with shot after shot of her arrow fire, but he wasn't slowing down, ever as arrows dug into his neckline just above the armor of his longcoat. The berserker potion was doing its work at dulling the pain and allowing Bergh to go full out.

The blows were so brutal and direct that Sven hadn't the time to even consider a counter attack, using his shield to block all of the blows he bought time for the others to burst him down. This fight couldn't help but remind Sven of the bandit leader he had fought inside the deep forest, Bergh's never ending attacks reminded him of that time.

Finding an opening Sven knocked the scimitars blow off balance and returned his attack by piercing the Orc through his chest, however Sven grimaced as he realized he had missed any vital organs. The Orc threw his head back and headbutted Sven to the floor, bloody nosed, Sven picked himself up, having lost the grip on his sword after being punted to the floor so suddenly.

Laughing, Bergh continued his **** as he dragged his sword against the floor, sharpening it against the tiled floor before cleaving upward, Sven managed to block the most of the attack but found his shield arm grazed by the rest of the swipe. Bergh was about to attack again when behind him, Adriana materialized from the shadows and slashed the tendons in his ankles with a steak knife she had found. Not feeling the pain he walked forward only to fall onto his knees and then stomach, impaling Sven's slyvian blade deeper inside of him.

"Ignis, fire enchant my sword!" Sven commanded, Ignis wasted no time in wreathing his sword in flames while still inside of Bergh, causing the Orc to scream out in pain for the first time since drinking the potion, clearly the effects had begun to dull. Before he could pick himself up off the floor, Sven knelt to the floor with him and began to bash his head into the floor with his shield alone.

The room filled with guttural moans and wheezing breaths of a dying man, the tiled floor where his bloodied head remained had smashed and cracked under the repeated blows of Sven's basilisk shield. With one final sickening crunch, Sven picked himself up breathing heavily, beads of sweat covered his brow as he flipped the general over to reveal what was the remains of a humanoid face, now just a mash of blood, brain matter and broken teeth. Retrieving his reddened sword, Sven sheathed it and looked around to see that no one could face him again. This seemed to happen every time he killed someone, it was like he was being judged for defending himself and the others, could he be mistaking their inability to look at him for something else again, he wondered?

"Find Adriana some cloths, I'm going to look around for this guys stash." Sven panted as he rumaged through the Orcs possessions, putting the Orcs scimitar inside of his inventory first, along with a couple gems and trinkets the general had on his person. Then, finding what he was hoping for, a metallic key hidden away in his secret inside pocket. Adriana went with the others as they searched the rooms for some clothing to cover Adriana's nude form while Sven made his way up to the master bedroom.

Finding the door, Sven kicked it open to reveal a room lavished with finery, well fitted wardrobes and drawers trimmed with painted gold leafs, marble pedestals encasing treasures and trinkets of Orc origin, a king sized bed with plenty of room for all his wives to sleep on, lavished paintings depicting all manners of perverted and depraved sex acts, that was an interesting feature of the room. Looking around Sven found what he was searching for. An ornate large chest with a steel lock swinging off the latch. Opening it with Berghs key, Sven opened the chest up to reveal the treasures hidden inside.

Gemstones of all shapes and sizes sparkled up to greet him, enough money for him to settle down somewhere nice and live in relative luxury for the rest of his life. However, some gemstones weren't so mundane as just cosmetic jewelry items, some of them contained powers within that if enchanted properly, could enhance a persons class, racial or elemental bonuses, to name a few.

Pocketing the items, Sven revealed what all of the gemstones were hiding. A piece of parchment, hidden right at the bottom of the pile. What could be so valuable about a piece of paper that Bergh would hide it well beneath a pile of extremely expensive and choice cut gemstones? Looking over the contents of the paper, Sven's eyes widened.

"No way." Sven looked over the words written down on the paper and wondered what he was getting himself into here. Should he tell somebody? He felt like he needed to tell somebody. With this information he could... The Triadom itself would owe him favors for life if he so chooses to help, or he could say nothing and leave this shit hole to crumble in on itself. Pocketing the paper he set off downstairs to join the others, Adriana was now dressed in a black dress that did well to bring attention to her seemingly glowing red eyes.

Each step he took seemed to echo her own heart beat as she stared at him magically, her very own **** knight from the stories, she just couldn't get over how otherwordly he seemed compared to everyone else she'd ever known. His pale white hair, his red eyes like hers, almost catlike but more demonic in appearance. His manly facial features and the way he carried himself, Adriana couldn't help but admire him, or perhaps the feelings she felt were something more than that.

"We're off, we don't want to leave Vander waiting or he might think we've done a runner." Sven said as he reached the ground floor, walking past the group of girls and kicking open the front door, this time careful to not fall down the same pitfall he came in through. Adriana smiled as she skipped after him, when was the last time she felt like this, she wondered?