Meltzer – Starting a wildfire 3

“This is ridiculous.” Bred says and slams Meltzers paper on the ground in front of him. Bred is the apparent figurehead of some organization calling themselves the ‘Free Farmers’. He is a big man, with broad shoulders and a bald head in his late forty’s. How he managed to amass that much muscle on the low rations that men receive in his line of work is a mystery to Meltzer.

“Absolutely ridiculous I say!” he repeats and taps on the piece of paper that lies between them. They sit in an empty stone room. It is an old weapon’s depot now abandoned, the decaying rests of wooden holsters still standing at the walls. At its current state it is an excellent hideout. Or meeting point for revolutionary start-ups. Meltzer tiredly looks at Bred and sighs.

“Are you even taking this serious?” Bred asks, “Because I don’t think you do. ‘We will turn around the order of Estara’, how? Your boss might have assaulted Arlheim, big deal, he can’t defeat the whole queendom.” Meltzer slyly grins. “That is where you are wrong. Halja, would you come in.” Bred looks alarmed and Halja enters, dressed only in a dirty dress. “The governess! So this all really was just a ploy.” He takes out a dagger ready to defend himself.

“Relax, big guy.” Meltzer says, “She is here as my Boss’ ****. Halja, show him.” “Of course, Meltzer.” Halja strips out of the dress and kneels on the ground. “Whatever you want of me.” Bred looks perplexed. “What is this?” “I don’t know the details of his magic, but it says he irreversibly broke her into submissive bitch. Right Halja?” “Yes, Master made me his submissive bitch, **** to all his and his advisors desires and commands.” Meltzer looks at Bred, who still doesn’t look entirely convinced. “Will believe me if she sucks you cock?” He asks with a sigh. “What?” Meltzer sighs again, all of this is so bothersome, why did he have to work like this? All he wanted was to reap the benefits of governing a thriving economy and now he has to convince some rebel leader.

“Halja, suck him off.” The governess leaps at the command and soon has Bred’s dick in his mouth. The big man doesn’t know what to do, he never received a blowjob in his life and the few times a woman had sex with him he was ridiculed all the way through it. Quickly he blows his load inside her eager mouth and stumbles back to the ground.

Halja swallows with a deep gulp and leaves Bred staring unbelievingly at her. Then he looks at Meltzer, “Your Boss can do shit like this?” Meltzer sighs, “He destroyed an indestructible gate, and he can do so much more.” ‘Finally, some wheels are turning.’

“That makes all of this actually plausible.” Bred takes up the piece of paper. “Making sure that men are on top, huh? Sure sounds like the stuff my father always dreamt off.” That made stuff easier, people talking about their parents are usually easily swayed to that position. “And we can make it reality.” Meltzer says, a flame of passion in his eyes, “With the governess fund and my Bosses power we can rise against Estara. Even if we are not enough once word is spreading others will rise up. Then it finally is time to overthrow the women and make them the slaves they deserve to be!”

The flame jumps over to Bred, “Yes, yes! Brother you speak from my very heart. What do we do?” “I want you to sway more people to your ways. My Boss is currently away but he gave me the order to sow discontent. Make the women’s live hard in subtle ways, crash cards on common roads, take too long for orders, overcook their food, and poison it even. No outright uprising and I will make sure that the justice department follows the wrong leads.”

Meltzer extends his hand. “Deal?” Bred smiles, “Deal!” In their eyes burns a fire, a fire that would grow uncontrollably throughout Brikstrat during Uklag’s absence, a wildfire of disobedience.

‘Sow discontent’ that was Uklag’s order, Meltzer thinks he did something even better; he created an army of half the population of Brikstrat. Surely his Boss will be pleased once he returns.