Back In The Rubble Of Her Village

When the sun fills the sky with light, Kolgrug awakens first, completing the tear-down of their tent and packing all of his things in the rucksack he took them from. Once finished he addressed his still sleeping sow, slapping her face a few times with his heavy hand, before rolling her on her stomach and hilting himself within her. She cries out with a gutty howl of surprise before laying still as he took his pleasure quickly and seeded her depths once more. When he withdrew, he re-clad in his clothes and armor as she struggled to regain her breath from the morning breeding.

"Get up, ****! Unless you've changed your mind about that requirement of your services?" He walks over to her. "I'd be happy to keep my axe clean, this is your fight, after all." This gets her to her feet as his golden seed rolls down her legs. Visions of your once happy village aflame, fill her mind and she cries out. "No Master, I still wish for them all to die." She straightens herself with a harsh look in her eyes. "Slowly, if it can be helped."

"Then get yourself cleaned up in the river and meet me back here. We ain't got all day." As he waited, he double checked his fastens before considering a name for his new ****. Slaves aren't allowed to keep their names. As long as he own her, he will call her Emilia he decide. Although you like her given name, it's the principal of the matter.

She returns, clothed, her hair dripping but otherwise ready. "****, I have decided on your new name. I think I like Emilia. Doesn't it sound fitting of you?" She looks back at him, with hurt eyes, before replying "Yes Master."

"Good. Then lets get back to your village so we can discover which no-neck group of hume scum preyed upon your weakness."

The travel is short back to the now-deserted village, even the looters have picked it over, and with the danger in the region he doubts anyone in the human tribes are quick to rebuild. He leaves his **** to pick through the rubble of her former home, while he studies the scene. Arrows lodge themselves in festering corpses, the depth indicates the range was short probably from horseback. Kolgrug continues through the town, to see a shield shattered by what he assumed was a war-hammer. Apparently at least a few were willing, and able to fight back. The insignia on the shield is a bear, common for these lands of cold winters and an inspection of the reverse shows the blacksmith mark of Jogendri. A smith of a neighboring village you passed through on your journey.

As he reaches the outskirts of the village he comes to the naked corpse of a young girl. She's bent over a rock half-wall with her throat slit. Such a waste of perfectly good breeding flesh. It's unclear if they killed her before or after the **** but her rotting body still glosses with their seed. He sticks his fingers into her cold body fishing free a small amount of their seed before giving it a sniff. Pungent and clear, definitely human.

Armed with all the information he requires he makes his way back to Emilia. She sits in the rubble of her home, just as you found her. You notice she has something in her hands, an iron ring of no significant value. "The raiders were human, and are nearby. I also found blacksmith markings on weapons and armor. What is that ring you hold?"

"It was my fathers wedding ring. He forged his, himself to save money so he could afford a gold band for mother." Tears roll down her face as she recalls, "He always took it off before bed and looped it around the horn on the elk he mounted over their bed. The looters must have missed it." Kolgrug watches on for a moment longer before replying "Let the pain fill you, but remember what I told you. It serves no purpose, will keep you weak if you let it." He begins to walk away from her before replying "Keep the ring, it will help you focus." He shuffles forward motioning for her to follow. "It's time to leave this place behind. Nothing but bad omens, and rotting flesh."