The Best Laid Plans of Wugs and Men

His poking finger at your back passage feels so good, until you remember that you still have the shining stone hidden there. You back up away from him and flip into a seated position. Rooniree gives you a strange look. This is likely the first time he’s ever experienced an ash’arai refuse pleasure from him before. You look up at him pleadingly, which seems to work.

“Another time, perhaps.” He nods approvingly, “The wise fish is-”

You hear a large croak in the distance. Rooniree stops what he’s saying mid sentence and dives into the pile of weapons. He puts on a lightly armored ringmail top, and brans a short sword from the pile. You sit there in shock. There must be some kind of attack against the village. Slowly you rise to your feet, remembering your training as a warrior. Is this an army? An individual?

If it’s the latter that might still be bad. A single very powerful warrior could cut through the wugs like paper. What if this is one of the minions of the dark one, after the shining stone? You shiver at the thought, but are soon distracted when your owner places a stack of iron spears into your hands.

“Stronger than the wooden ones in the village.” he says tersely. “Move, now.”

He rushes ahead, despite his short legs and the weight of the armor. Between the chains and the stack of spears, you struggle along the path back up to the center of the village. Once you reach the town square, you drop the weapons.

The wugs of the village have formed a circle around the intruder, spears out in a ring. Neither side makes a moves out of fear. If the intruder rushes as the wugs, the others will stab them from behind. But, if the wugs rush, they will be in striking range of a short sword. You can tell that much from the glint of the weapon.

It’s only then you get a good look at the attacker. It’s a female human warrior, waving around her steel blade in a spinning motion. Her armor is leather and mail. It would only protect her moderately well against the tribe’s wooden spears. Her hair is straight and black, and her eyes filled with rage.

“Let me through beasts.” She shouts violently. “Let me through. I’m on the king’s business. You will all suffer if you don’t lower your weapons.”

Only now do you notice where your owner is. He’s climbed a small wooden platform to her left, that puts him on about eye level with her. He can’t possibly mean to fight her!? She’s a human warrior. He’ll be killed. Plus, he doesn’t seem to be holding his sword. Instead his hands appear to be making some kind of gesture. for the moment the human doesn’t seem to be notice him.

You lunge awkwardly, dragged down by the chains. You trip several times in your attempt to close the gap. The warrior is so focused on the wugs, that she doesn't see a full sized human woman coming. You hit her square in the chest, knocking her off balance. She stumbles to her knee and recovers, while the chains drag you to the ground. But, it worked. The short sword slides out of her hands. Thankfully, one of the the nearby wugs snatches it off the ground.

“Uh, traitor…” she says, trying to rise back to her feet. Only now does she see Rooniree on his platform. His hands are hard at work working his shaft. “What are you doing, fre-”

A load of his seed spurts out, right into her face.