Not Really

As You close your eyes for a much needed rest, they don’t stay closed for very long. Moments seem to pass slowly before your eyes are shooting open and your body is racked with chills. You are sitting along the slow moving black water and your breath mists before your eyes, the long teeth of a cave opening not far from the small fire that is lit next to you.

“You have made decent progress, Young Raven. But tell me what are you going to do when your enemies find you? Believe me when I tell you they search even now. Mick Hardy, Gregor Longshot and the oaf Adam Longstick all are envious that a mere monster such as you has gotten the best of them. And there will be more, young Raven Prince, they are putting a price on your head.” His voice like cold steel seems amused and almost mocking.

Your eyes are drawn back toward the darkness of the cave mouth before you, your feet start to move of their own accord. Panic courses through you like lightning as you are drawn closer and closer to the seemingly hungry maw of the Underworld. Skeletal hands reach up from the black sand and grab your ankle anchoring you in place.

“It is not yet time for us to meet there, Young Raven, So don’t disappoint.” Charon stands up from his place by the small fire and turns his hooded face towards you. “Do think of something, it has been a while since I found a reason to watch someone who is not yet dead.” He lets out a raspy laugh that sounds more like a cold breeze blowing across the ice.

Your eyes shoot open and a cold sweat has drenched you, looking around, you realize it was all a dream. You are in your bedroll still at the bottom of the ravine you have called home for as long as you can remember. Calming down now that you are awake, you lie back and begin to plan. Something has to be done to protect your home and the warning was clear. A price on your head will attract a lot of unwanted attention this early in your plans. And there is still so much to do before you could really defend your new home. The outer walls should be a priority, you think to yourself. But then again there is also the problem of man power even if you get the walls up and reinforced before the adventurers start coming for you, can just the three of you successfully defend them? These thoughts and more now plague you late into the night with very few ideas of answers coming from them, after an eternity worrying and stressing your eyes close once again for a few hours of restless sleep.

The next morning starts slow as you set Tyson and Vanessa, who is still inactive, about some tasks. Tyson you send off to chop trees and gather stone and ore with one of the Axe & Pickaxe sets. And Vanessa you give a bow to and send her off for some game and herbs. You Decide to do some scouting around the area.

Heading first out to the West, moving quietly through the dense forest and low hills you still have a lot on your mind, but the plan is to circle west and do some sweeps in a spiral pattern out from the tower. Most of the morning passes with you finding no sign of any life beyond the occasional animal print. And the sun is well past halfway through its daily journey before you see any sign of people or intelligent beings. The first thing that you notice is the dull sounds of the forest are quiet, then the next is the subtle slapping sound of flesh on flesh. Moving through the rather dense undergrowth you are surprised to see a rather large camp of five tents set up in a recently cleared section of forest. They are arranged in a circular pattern and there is a horse picket line not far from the back of the closest tent. But instead of horses being tethered there, Several large cow-like creatures are bound in heavy chains and gagged. Taking a quick head count and reading the floating text above the captives heads. There are a total of ten bound Minotaurs, one appears to be a massive bull and is wearing double the chains that the others are, and it looks to be a good call on the captors part as his eyes are bloodshot and the chains strain and flex as he is clearly trying to break free. His eyes of course are riveted to the three adventurers in various states of undress standing above two naked and bound females. Both of them are creatures to behold, around six feet tall and dark ebony skin, large round asses are the most you can see of them past the adventurers legs, other than the combined three horns that rise about a foot above each of their heads.

“Well, Michael, boss said we could each choose one and seeing as how these are both the same one I will take each for a ride, if you get my drift.” Laughed a short round fellow with a short beard and a red mohawk, Vance8120 lvl 6 Fighter (Champion).

"Hey we are playing Shards remember its Leonard the Fast here. Now back into character. Hahahahaha, I do indeed ladee, these two must be sisters and both could do with a thorough and rough breed. You start with one, I will start with the other, but don’t be too quick, we want their father to see.” Laughs a tall scrawny fellow with nothing on but a leather vest, his cock dangling between his legs as he approaches one of the beautiful asses to mount. Leonard The Fast lvl 4 Rogue (Scout).

“What about me guys don’t I get to join in on the fun????” A squeaky voice wines as he pulls his pants down and starts to jerk off. This one a tiny green fellow with a single hair on his head and a gut that sticks out farther than his now hardening member. Igor Fuxxx lvl 5 Ranger (Hunter).

“Aii, Lad, Once we have filled their holes up nicely you can have a good old wet time. Hahahaha, for now keep playing with yourself you little cuck.” Laughs Vance as he strips off the remaining clothing he had on and approaches the other waiving ass.

Both of these women seem to be in dire straits but being by yourself against such high level adventurers is it worth it? What to do???