A young girl godess

The heroes stop shortly to quickly check their stats and equipment again. You do something very similar. You tak e a last look at the remaining time for your Shadowpoints to be full again. A few hours. Thats how long you might have to drag this fight on.

You call upon your manapoints to call your mana to call in your shadowsythe. You focus your eyes to find the god or the godess leading the army. After some searching over the heads of the attackers you find her. A fair young maiden with gold locks marches at the head of the troops. She wears a silver plated armour that shines in the light.

Feira exclaims loudly "Oh little sister, I thought you all were to scared to face my master." The godess answers her voice light and hopefull. She tries to be fierce but her voice won't carry it that way its far too different from her being "We didn't trust you after last time. What that was never was is gone, but we the gods knew what should have been in case it would have been." Rachel to your sise snickers "Thou might be a god, but thou never maketh sense."

You measure her once again and then say "So you must be that little girl Anari?" She flinches as you say her name, but quickly recovers and retorts "So it is true then, you are not at your full power yet, otherwise my army would have fallen already. You grin evily before sending "Don't be too sure 'bout that little lady, y'all gonna get it today." (Well, why did the shades dialect just change just yet... this game is getting weirder and weirder) Your favourite buttslut starts to laugh. But not at you and the godess, no the girl is laughing at someone else.

You follow her gaze and see to your suprise that Brane is standing there too. He has his daggers in his hands and looks with sad eyes at his old friend. "You know I have to do this to set you free." Your **** however declares "I am free, free from you, free from my father and soon even free from the shakels of this world." He stares at her not knowing what she is talking about. Anari however shifts around uncomfortably. "How much does he know, sister?" she asks Freia with a shaky voice. "I don't know yet, little sister." the other answers coldly. "Also you will adress my master correctly by calling him master or lord." "Never!" the other screams and charges right at you. The hordes behind her a following.

You let out a growl and send to your men and women on the walls "Fire!" The archers in your army loosen their strings and a small shower of arrows impactes into magic and real shields, bodies and armors. Not a lot actually hit anything. You nod to your slaves close to you and send them "Attack." you also do that to your followers who are melee warriors. They grouped up right behind the gate to the fortress and are charging out now.

Cec is throwing her log into the approaching army. Most manage to duck but one ogre gets hit and collapses takeing a guardsmen and a orcish knight hero with him in the afterlife. Rachel is a storm of blade between the fighting forces sometimes affecting warriors with the powers of her dark armour. They stop fighting and just look at her aroused. Which ends most of the time with them either starting to fuck the closest ally (well considering this is a battlefield this is goint to look really fukkin weird) or getting slashed by the blade of your first slavegirl. She clearly is trying to get to Brane.

Feira is a **** of nature (literally) and blasts foes right left center and up top (flying heroes with flying mounts). Explosions fill the air around her and a lot of the lower ranking heroes on both sides just vanish when they come to close and only small piles of white ash remains.

Cec is thrashing around in the midst of a locked down battle with two minotaurs and three ogres, who are tall, but still she is even bigger than them. She uses a guardsmen NPC as a club. You can hear her giggle and laugh all the while, you can only guess that she wants to make her enemies only unconices.

1. **Club

   Weapon-Sheet###**

   Name: Poor ol' Guardsman
   Class: Close-Range Weapon Club (Sentient)
   Slot: Close-Range
   Tier: 10
   ###Stats###
   DMG/Hit: 50 (-5 per Hit)
   ###Special Abilities###
   Infernal Screaming(Only on first hit): The first target to be hit by this weapon gets the "Brain splatter on face"-Debuff, All Characters in PC get the "What the actual Fuck"-Debuff
   Holy Shit Hes still alive (Only on second hit): The second target gets the "Lets get the fuck out of here"-Debuff
   Weirder Things you won't see: One time Ability, throwable, target gets the "What the actual Fuck"-Debuff as well as the "Brain splatter on face"-Debuff and a 10%-Chance to get the "Unconious"-Debuff

You however are focusing on Anari. You just want to have that petite beauty on her knees looking up at you with tears in her eyes and begging you to stop invading her mouth while you let one after the other of your followers fuck her in the ass. You send her the image while showing a smirk on your face.

The battlefield seems to quiet down in the stretch between you two and slowly your sythe at your side you move closer to her. The real fight is soon starting.