Little Hamlet Panic

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{ The System }

WARNING! This has **** once more, and it's more detailed this time, not horribly this ain't guro or anything, but still. You've been warned!

A young man awakes in the middle of the night when he hears a scream, it was the scream of a very familiar woman, in fact, it was his mother's voice crying out in the middle of the night. This couldn't be good, so he did what any dumb teen would, he grabbed a pitchfork meant for field work and rushed out, wielding it like a spear.

What he found was nothing short of a nightmare.

A small wooden structure sizzled, his uncle's home was up in flames. The small shrine to Malzar, king of virtue was already nothing but ash, his older sisters stone built mansion (It was just slightly bigger than the rest of the houses) was already on the ground smoking! And worse of all...

The building meant for storing all the grain, their stock for winter nights was all charred, there was little left, and what was left was probably inedible. Whatever the FUCK just happened!? And where was his older brother!? He'd gone to the field earlier and never returned! What the FUCK!??

“MA! PA! THE FUCK'S GOIN' ON!?” “WE DUNNO EITHER!” “FIVE OF OUR BULDIN'S UP IN FLAMES? THIS GOTTA BE WORK OF THE SHEDEVIL, MAKIRA!” “THE QUEEN OF VICES HAS STRUCK US!?” “MALZAR'S SHRINE'S IN RUIN, WHADDYA FINK!?” “ARE THE CHILDREN SAFE, UNCLE?” “YEAH, THEY'S FINE! NOFFIN' TOO BAD!”

In the commotion one child pointed up at one of the wooden structures still standing, it was tall, taller than a man. It was lithe, moving elegantly like a feline predator, and its eyes... its eyes glowed the color of amber in the night!

“IT'S A FUCKIN' SUBHUMAN! THAT FUCKIN' ANIMAL RUINED US!!” Yelled one of the burlier men, grabbing a bucket and hurling it at the figure, only for it to deftly dodge and slink back, glee in its eyes as suddenly they saw flames from within the structure it stood atop!

Showered by the flames around them, the villagers saw five of these slender creatures appear, perched in burning buildings and their Cheshire grins, glistened in the light of the burning wood, clearly this was organized.

ROOOOOOOOOOOOOARRRRRRRRRR

The men and women suddenly turned their heads toward the wheatfield, and despaired as monsters appeared from what was supposed to be their source of food and money!

15 animals disguised as humans walked from the wheat, wielding wooden clubs and sharp claws and teeth, snarling with aggression. They stalked forward in unison and when they finally revealed themselves completely, the women shuddered in fear and Lust.

All the beastmen, even the ones on the rooftops had massive hard-ons, their exotic cocks were sheathed, rigged, tapered, knotted, or even internal, but none of them were hidden. All of these red-colored appendages, longer and girthier than their husbands' and sons' were out in the open, throbbing in need and hunger for woman flesh, they clearly meant to **** them, and, remiss as they were to admit it, 'twas an exciting prospect~

Then, then all of them felt the fear of god in their very souls.

The earth seemed to shake (Though it didn't) the air felt warmer, hotter even (It wasn't), the men trembled in fear and the women trembled in womb-shattering arousal as a massive bull followed suit behind the rest of the troupe, it also had a hard-on, the most massive, horse-hung, pussy breaking hard-on imaginable~!

“Fuck 'em up!” Grimhorn roared in a bestial language only he and his battalion understood, for them, it was clear as day, for the puny, weak humans it was a bull's bellow.

And they did, the wave crashed against the men, beating and biting them in their stupor. The dumbfounded humans were defenseless, the men were bloodied in an instant, screaming in pain as the women herded the children in a circle behind them as the men began to put on a brave attempt at beating them back.

Grimhorn however was less invested in these weaklings and flat-as-planks, assless bitches. they were prey and minion rapemeat, not possible wives. Instead, he moved toward the "small" manor atop the hill.

He heard the clanging of metal footsteps approaching him as he got closer to the most luxurious place in this backwater dump, he was at the well when he saw the Lord.

The man was clearly underweight, the metal seemed to weigh him down. Full plate armor and a two-handed rusted sword were what he wore and wielded. His face was greasy with sweat, and his tired eyes widened. He had a dirty mustache and seemed to not particularly care for his appearance, he was Ugly-ugly.

Their surroundings were open, dirt and no stone but the well, Grimhorn, tall, imposing, unburdened by cloth or metal, clearly had the mobility advantage.

With the screams of the hamlet's people and fires as their background music, Grimhorn felt a rush of sadistic sexual gratification, he thought alien to himself. This was conquest, he was a conquerer.

And He fucking loved it~ Medusa would be unable to walk for days when he came back home!

[Shit, this place is even punnier than I thought it'd be. The lord's only level 3! You've got this shit Bullskull]

"I know"

“Wh-Who are you foul beast!?” The small lord said, struggling to keep his eyes off the fire and the crowd fighting behind Grimhorn, his eyes drifting to catch the Minotaur's mega-hung dick a few times before steeling himself and engaging a sword-fighting pose.

“I am Grimhorn, ender of the age of the Light. Champion of the Manhunt. Chosen of the Goddesses of the Sun and Moon, meant to break men through the blade, and break women through pleasure...”

Minutes passed as Grimhorn began to charge his mana through his body, feeling his spell take hold and send him into a frenzied RAGE!

{STRENGHT OF THE HUNTER: ACTIVATED}

“...BASICALLY I'M HERE TO KILL YOU AND **** THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR WHORISH WOMEN! GET READY YOU LITTLE SHIT!!” He bellowed at the now horrified man. Dozens of small guardians began swirling around Grimhorn's body taking the shape of horned beasts and minotaurs. Bulls, Goats, and Bison moving so fast that they seemed more a blur than anything else.

The lord advanced, with a speed he didn't seem to have before, but Grimhorn was ready. Grabbing one of his swirling guardians off the air Grimhorn lobbed it at the man and...!

{Spirit shot was a HIT! 2 damage dealt!}

The man yelped as his hand flew to his face, where the guardian had hit, his resolve doubled by his wrath. Grimhorn did it again, harassing the man with two more castings of the weak spell, it was meant to weaken the Lord, not kill him.

{Spirit shot was a HIT! 2 damage dealt!}

{Spirit shot was a HIT! 2 damage dealt!}

The Lord was now in melee range and ready to hit Grimhorn with his dirty, rusted sword when he suddenly felt pelting after pelting of the swirling guardians hit him, he continued onward however, only to feel a hoof on his chest and gasp for robbed air, as Grimhorn's barbaric strength sent him back nearly 10 feet with a single kick!

{Strenght of the Hunter's guardians bash the foe 2 damage! Your kick dealt 4 damage! 6 damage total!}

The Lord infuriated, advanced, not even feeling the guardians this time, completely ignoring their damage with sheer will, and took a swing hitting Grimhorn's side. Grimhorn let out a grunt and reared back a hand to punch the bastard, but was surprised by a surprisingly swift punch to the dick!

{Yowch! The slash dealt 6 damage to your gut and the punch dealt 1 damage to your junk! 7 damage total!}

“Truly an uncivilized beast to have such a vital body part out in the ope-URK!” The Lord attempted to taunt him, only to feel a fist crack his nose in irreparable ways! Grimhorn's rage had manifested his Cleanse the taint spell through his fist!

{Cleanse the taint smites the enemy 8 Damage!!}

The Lord attempts to reposition himself, backing away for a second only for Grimhorn to pounce on him! They tumble to the ground, the sword making small knicks in Grimhorn's body as the bull summons all his strength to pummel the man beneath him in barbarous RAGE!!

{Punch, Pummel, Fist! Your combo dents the Enemy's |Armor| 3 damage X 3!}

{Yowch! the Enemy's kicked your face and pushed you off 3 damage to your Snout! The knicks were negligible but still dealt 1 damage! 4 Damage total!}

Grimhorn and the Lord hold for a moment, The lord is far more battered than the bull, but even then the minotaur sees determination in the human's eyes. He knows the human knows he is close to ****, he will probably attempt to stab his heart or decapitate him in a single, final slash. The Champion of the Manhunt would not die today to a Goddessesdamn random crit!

{New Race Skill unlocked. Bullrush!: Beat the ground with a closed fist to release adrenaline and then charge forward with inhuman speed, goring any in your path with your mighty horns dealing massive damage to |FLESH| and reduced damage to |Armor|! (does not use spells)}

"Convenient but appreciated! LET'S FINISH THIS OLD BASTARD!"

As the Lord's foot begins to move to advance, Grimhorn is already in action, having crouched slightly only to SLAM! his fist into the dirt and bellow out in the night a massive roar befitting of his mighty race! All that adrenaline built up in an instant was then released immediately as the Lord took his first step.

{Bullrush activated 12 damage dealt as the enemies |Armor| was already damaged enough for you to hit |Flesh| !!!}

As if a sonic boom had gone off, a cloud of dust was raised behind the Bullman as Grimhorn saw RED, his bull nature left unchecked for a second, he charged forward with reckless abandon like the barbarian he was. The Lord was defenseless, barely able to react fast enough as he suddenly coughed blood.

Grimhorn's horns had pierced, no, stabbed the man's lungs, through the armor and cloth, and lifted him enough for Grimhorn to carry him several yards with his charge, all the way to the manor! The now-dead Lord was slammed into the wall of his own home, cracking the wood and splintering shards all over his own corpse.

The battle was won...

{Defeated Human Warrior LVL 3 150 EXP Won! Level up!}

Grimhorn's rage faded as he pushed the dead human's corpse off his horns and looked back at the fighting crowd, and felt once more a sadistic smile cross his face as he saw the Wolves and Cats surrounding children as the Bear and Lizards held the women down. The men lay dead and bloody on the dirt, none of them survived the combined might of a Bear's strength, a Lizard's endurance, a Wolve's stubbornness, and a Cat's duplicitousness. The beasts defeated the men and took their female spoils with glee~

“Victory for Grimhorn!” The minotaur bellows, raising the Lord's two-handed sword with a single one, and felt the rush of authority as the soldiers of his very first conquest bellowed the same back!

[Alright Bullskull, here's your spoils]

[Due to you capturing new land, your dungeon has magically expanded, now the giant tree's after the hamlet, not before it. You've taken 11 children hostage to be turned into werebeasts in the future. You've taken 5 women of birthing age, all gifted to your soldiers as **** toys...I think the wolves are using their's right now in fact, since there's so much howling and wanton moaning coming from their den. 2 were for the Bear since he was the most useful, therefore, most deserving, and the 3 others were given to the Lizards, Cats, and Wolves respectively.]

[The women will carry future soldiers and do some minimal manual labor, like harvesting wheat. since the whole Hamlet is now dungeon territory it's less forested but still yours. All the resources within are for your captured and soldiers alike to take care of harvesting. Become a **** lord and make all your prisoners do manual work or be somewhat respectable and make your subjects do it, your choice.]

[Here's the level-up, by the way! Also no, you don't get anything back by leveling up, go rest and heal!]

{Level 2 (+1) Cleric/3 Barbarian Exp 700 Exp to Next Level 850 }

{Due to expert spell usage you've gained a level in cleric and the ability to choose what class to level up from here on out}

{Health: 28/47 (+8) | 5/14 (+2) Spells per day (Lvl + Arcana) }

{Strength: 10 (+1) (Affects weapon attacks and your ability to break or throw things) }

{Arcana: 9 (+1) (Affects Resistance to magic, and magic attacks) }

{Toughness: 11 (+1) (Affects your ability to endure or dodge physical harm, such as resisting poison or jumping over a dragon's fire breath.) }

{Skills: }

{Skill: Monster Woman Charmer (Beastmen), Allows you to speak more easily to monster women of a certain category, they are not hostile enough to strike first but will be more than willing to strike back, it'll also make it easier to understand their needs and desires}

{ (+) Race Skill: Bullrush!, Beat the ground with a closed fist to release adrenaline and then charge forward with inhuman speed, goring any in your path with your mighty horns dealing massive damage to |FLESH| and reduced damage to |Armor| (Does not use spells)}

{Spells: }

{Minor healing: heals 15% of Max Health }

{ (+) Spirit shot+: Deal small damage by summoning an animal spirit and hurling it at an enemy }
{Upgraded due to usage in battle, cannot upgrade again}

{Cleanse the taint: Use 3 Spells of your day to cause Medium damage to an enemy of a different religion than yours.}
{Use 5 more times in battle to upgrade}

{Strenght of the hunter: Fly into a barbarian's rage as different animal spirits surround you. Activates your rage and deals minuscule damage to anyone who is 10 feet from you.}
{Use 10 more times to upgrade}