Justice

Everyone was marshaling their equipment and personnel together to depart; Grushta to return home, and the soldiers under the Sovereign General to storm a probable keep occupied by a solitary and vindictive wizard. It was frantic and chaotic. Overswept with lustful emotion when they undressed, there was no rhyme or reason to where clothing and armor was laid out when it was time to get redressed. Some had been more wise, or perhaps just more fortunate, to only remove whatever was impeding the immediate sexual urge of the moment. Those individuals, mostly men, had become impromptu rally points, helping others find their gear and don it properly. It's well into afternoon before forces are dressed, equipped, and in formation to move. The sun is well into the afternoon hours before departure; probably one of the multiple reasons why the army is moving in such a hurried state. Along the way, the Sovereign General made a point to speak with you.

"So, I'm to understand that you're responsible for what had occurred just now."

"Yes General"

"Hmmm" He replied shortly "You prevented a battle before it started, and averted an unnecessary war. You have my thanks"

"My apologies, General, but the Zwiebrus are the sons of the God of War. I wouldn't think your kindgom recognized such a thing as unnecessary war."

"Of course," he responded swiftly "The Grushta are our nemesis, but that does not make all war with them honorable. Especially when they would be ancillary to our real goal. Any Grushta **** would be unnecessary to get my daughter back."

"I see." You respond gently, pondering the nature of this nation's leader, and its culture.

"What is your interest in all of this?" The General asked "This a great deal of involvement for an elf that has only been in my kingdom for a few days."

"Vyrmar has the last copy of a book regarding Veserae, a Lost Age goddess. We came to retrieve that, but he refused."

There was a silent laugh "All of this? Wading into the brink of war, for a book? My dear elf, you should be greatly rewarded for your bravery and contributions. When Vyrmar is defeated, I will ensure you are justly compensated."

The hurried march bear fruit, as the top of a watch tower can be seen. Cresting over, you can see that it sits a top a higher one, looking over a valley below on the other side. Like the previous tower, this has not been used in some time, though is at least in better repair. In between you and them, is a whole mess of bad. A horde of demons fill the land between the army and the tower. They had spent no time desecrating the land, making roughshod defenses and entrenchments. The **** was massive, and put a pause on the armies advance. The Sovereign General called Adranna to the front.

"What are your thoughts?"

"My first thought is where did he get the knowledge to pull this off. We have kept demonology out of our magical curriculum for centuries."

"What about tactics, Adranna? I need to get through this line."

"We'll bring everything that we have against them, not to worry. I can spare a few of my wizards to head in with you. With a short teleportation spell, they should be able to get you and a few others across the battle and into the tower."

"Will killing Vyrmar cause the demons to vanish?"

"Possibly. If he opened a gate, than they're here for good. We'll have to find out the hard way."

"Very well. Make it happen."

"At once, General. We'll make the opening barrage" The Grand Aluf ran back to her ****. The enemy had already begun to move on your position, regardless of holding the high ground. From one of the flanks cracked a series of lightning strikes, arcing across multiple foes. A few already dropped, but the rest were unconcerned, still charging over their dead comrades. Just as those spells come to a stop, you hear an earth-shattering shriek behind you. Looking back, you see a dragon on the ground, taking off to face the enemies. White in color and sleek, the grand beast takes off and unleashes a blast of cold on the demons blow, to the cheering and satisfaction of the army. Immediately behind, a group of wizards rushed to you and the General

"On your word, Sir."

"Can you cast your spells while running?"

"We'll need to pause a moment,"

"Very well. make it happen as we charge."

"Understood, General."

The Sovereign General unsheathed his sword, holding it high above his head, giving the sign to prepare to move. Pointing towards the demonic horde, the army began it's attack. A flurry of arrows arc overhead, striking the hord. Distracted by the arrows and the dragon, it allowed for a safe descent to the enemy. Staying close to the general, you're able to be teleport with him across the battlefield. The general wastes no time in storming the tower, with you and the battle mages behind him. He pauses only as he hears the shriek of a female voice. You see his face rise in terror and agony.

"My daughter! Vyrmar!!"

Racing through the halls with all the energy you have, you reach the top of the tower, and the source of the screaming. Barrelling the door open, you see Vyrmar, robes open, having his way with a young orc woman, pilloried into helplessness. Her face and her body is heavily bruised, streaks of dried cum across her naked body, as her captor continues to **** her in the ass. The horror of the sight completely overshadows the seeming strangeness. The wizard calmly removes himself, seemingly immune to the threat on his life.

"So," The General began, barely containing himself "This is what it was all about?"

"Please, Agrippa. This woman you've held hostage for her whole life means nothing to me. But to you, she means everything, despite all possible reason. Capturing your precious Meghlan was the only way to break you from your stuppor. Even now, you cannot awaken to the reality that everything you stand on is a lie. You are no more fit to lead as steward of a people waiting for the return of fallen kings than you are being this monster's parent."

"Vyrmar, you would add heretic to your crimes of treason?"

"There is no crime that you have any capacity to charge me with. I've spent my entire life on our nation's history, scouring every record we have, and the simple fact of the matter is that the Zwiebrus are dead, and never coming back. I will share the truth with the people of Vilory, and I will lead them to a more glorious future, that even the gods themselves will be jealous of!"

Enraged, the General charges at Vyrmar, sword drawn at the ready. As he rushes forward, Vyrmar sticks his hand forward, and a volley of purple, magical projectiles strike out towards him. Even through his heavy armor, the projectiles do a heavy toll. Seeing her 'father' in pain, the orc woman screams again in fear and remorse. As the battlemages retaliate with their own spells, you rush over to her to get her freed from her cruel and embarassing confinement. The lock was crude, and opened simply with a brute strike against it with the hilt of your rapier. Hoisting her out, you hold her tightly to try and be some degree of comfort.

Not that she wants it. She pushes your embrace away, and grasps your weapon as her own. In a mad, **** move, she runs towards her **** and runs the rapier through his gut. Surprised and defenseless, Vyrmar staggers to his knees. Agrippa, the Sovereign General, regains his footing and steps closer. Without a word spoken, he makes a clean horizontal swipe, severing the grand archivists head from his shoulders. There's an immediate clang as both father and daughter drop their weapons, and hug each other tightly, both sobbing uncontrollably.