The Fall of Brikstrat 2 - Sending a message

Alratha yawns as she sneaks through the outer city. She can do that without any worries because of a simple reason: Almost all of the men are in the inner city and enjoying the spoils of their victory right now, namely women and wine. This makes getting through the outer city even easier as it already was before, with all the dark alleyways and badly patrolled streets.

The more interesting part is going to be navigating through the inner city. She sneaks by a drunk guardsman, armed only with a makeshift leather armour and a spear that he is holding like a pitchfork. Once again she is reminded that none of this should have been possible. Even an absolutely anarchic community of Estaran warrior women would have been able to deal with this. However Uklag’s brainwashing of the governess and her guard, Meltzer’s constant weakening of the city defences and then the resulting famine. Even the best of war machines can’t work without food.

She hushes into a former guard post inside the gate. She has to take out two males inside and hide their bodies but that is no problem for somebody who feels no remorse over such things. In fact, all of this is really exciting to her, it has been a while since she had to do anything risky and entering a city full of males ready to fuck and or murder anything with three holes and tits. Now that is risky in a nutshell.

Alratha stands in the guard post and thinks about her next steps. She can either try to get through the city using the cover of the night or undress right here and go through the city naked, acting like she was a broken doll. The latter of which sounds really fun and she feels a slight tingle in her crotch at the mere thought of walking through a whole city covered by nothing.

Sadly that plan has three weak points. One she would have to leave behind the weapons and kill Halja with her hands, and that holds the potential of breaking her nails in addition of being a long process of strangling. Two, doing so would also mean leaving behind the letter Ulal gave her and although she knows the contents of the letter the Demonmagus wanted somebody to sign the damn thing for whatever reason. Lastly, her killer figure would mean that somebody would attempt to fuck her the second she stepped out of the door and she would likely have to get through fucking the whole city dry before going after anything else. Sadly, she did not have the time nor constitution for that.

With the fun plan tossed to the side with a disappointed snicker she carefully opens the door and, after making sure everything is clear, vanishes into the shadows. The inner city is a giant fuckfest where half of the participants are either screaming unwillingly or are no longer able to audible anything remotely resembling human language. ‘A sad display of affairs really.’ Alratha thinks as she watches a man walking by the wooden crate she hides behind, on his shoulder a dead woman of not particular beauty.

‘Seems like they have started filter out the ugly ones.’ Alratha vanishes deeper in the shadows and waits until he and other men just like him have passed by the crate. The assassin understands their logic, it is the same one that Acrae preaches after all, just reversed. If the female body is perfection then breeding men that look more like girls is what they should strive for as a nation. Guessing from male instinct however Alratha guesses that they are more wanting to bred big busted nymphomaniacs. Kind of like herself minus the insanity and occasional murdering. Alratha cackles a bit at the thought and spies around the next corner. She can see the government building in the distance, its high towers looking over the city.

Overall it is the most likely that the leaders of this little rebellion are currently fucking with the old leaders up there. “Who is there?” Alratha quickly grabs unto a window frame and climbs up to a nearby balcony. A man enters the alleyway under her and looks around. His sluggish movements indicate that he is also drunk. Chances are all men here are. In the cities it is very hard for men to get their hands on any kind of luxury product so none of them had ever tasted wine, now they had a complete trade hub full of it and nothing better to do.

Alratha lets out a single delighted laugh as she jumps unto the man. Harshly he breaks to the ground on the impact, only a small sound of pain can escape him before Alratha pushes her hand on his mouth, pulling down her facemask with the other one she reveals her grin and the males panicked expression reflects in her widely opened eyes.

“You wouldn’t know where the former governess is, would you?” Alratha asks in an innocent voice. The man shakes his head, “Really?” Alratha bends forwards, her black wavy her falling on his face. “Even if I ask…” a screeching sound as the glass dagger rams into the stone beside the man’s head. “Nicely?” Muffled screams, the man tries to free himself but his drunken movements are no match for Alratha’s newly enhanced strength. “To bad then, you die.” Alratha says and rams the dagger into the side of his skull.

After cleaning the weapon on the unfortunate guys clothes she continues up to the government building. She still believes that her targets are there but a conformation would not hurt. Also Ulal gave her the permission to murder anyone who seemed like he would be unable to live in his city without causing a ruckus. The closer she comes to the city core the more she finds that to be everybody. Ulal told her to be back by tomorrow but he didn’t say when exactly so….

“Maybe a bit of fun wouldn’t hurt?” Alratha laughs to herself and pulls the mask back up. Stalking after the next man she waits. He turns a corner unto the city plaza and she climbs up to the roofs again to get a better picture. She whistles under her breath as she looks over the plaza.

The place of trading has become one giant rape orgy. At least five hundred people are involved and it does not look like it is about to stop. Whenever somebody is done or carries a woman away to have some fun alone another guy and unwilling female take their place. Going on a murdering spree down there would be a short lived endeavour, she can’t take on that many enemies. However, these people looking for a bit of a more secluded fuck place are very easy targets.

Carefully jumping over the dark rooftops, she manoeuvres to a bit of a secluded area and spies into the alleys below. There might be more privacy here but there are still too many onlookers at every corner. Maybe the houses?

Alratha jumps on a balcony and spies through the door. Bullseye, a single guy fucking an unwilling girl on a bed. She takes out a piece of thin metal wire and quietly pries open the lock. The good thing about rich cities is that they always kept their doors well-oiled and so the man does not even realize when the door opens and closes. If he would not be as drunk as all of them are, he might have noticed a cold breeze.

However the only one who notices Alratha and her happy eyes filled with murderous intention is the women getting raped. She stares at Alratha with a mixture of hope and terror. “What ya dumb bitsh?” The man slurs, “You look like there ish a ghost behi-“ He turns around and sees Alratha taking the swing that cuts through his throat and ends his life.

Pushing the lifeless body to the side Alratha laughs quietly. “Who are you?” the woman asks. Alratha puts her hand on the woman’s mouth. “Quiet.” She warns, “I am holding back on cackling like the insane person I am so you better not alarm anybody with that loud voice of yours.” The woman nods and Alratha pulls back her hand. “Who are you?” The woman repeats, much quieter.

“Just your friendly neighbourhood bloodwhore.” Alratha giggles, and scans the girl. A rather athletic blonde, she guesses 18, if it wouldn’t have been for the shock she might have been able to punch to put up a fight there and win. “Let me return the question. Who are you?” “Reinal. Are you here to get me out of here?” Alratha sympathetically puts her hand on the woman’s shoulder, “Of course not.” She says, “I am here for a few other things, one of which will likely end with freeing all of you. But…”

Alratha again looks her up and down. “I could be persuaded to get you out of this hell within a few hours…if you give up Estara in return.” Reinal looks perplexed, “You are not with Estara?” She asks, “Oh. Oh no. I work for the person that created the city next over a few weeks ago.” Her mouth opens wide. “Close that, it reeks of semen.” Alratha says and cleans her dagger on the bedsheets. Reinal follows her orders, tears dwelling in her eyes. “Is where you will bring me better?” “Better than this? Girl, about everything is, unless you are like that weird Kyra girl….” Alratha thinks back to Arlheim, that girl loved being manhandled. “Better than Estara? Arguably. I tend towards yes.”

Reinal strengthens her resolve. “Then I will go with you. Just get me out of here, please.” Alratha pulls down her mask and smiles at Reinal. A welcoming smile, with only the slightest hint of madness. “Welcome in my order then number three, I hope you and number two will get along nicely. Can you tell me where the governess is?”

“They brought all the important women into the castle. Why?” “I am supposed to bring her a letter.” Telling her everything would only result in her changing her mind so Alratha simply obscures the truth a bit. “Hide here. I will be back as soon as possible.” She says and then vanishes through the balcony again. ‘So much for my little murdering spree. Now I have to get out of here with haste.’ She sighs and, mask put on again, runs over the rooftops.

Getting into the castle is easy. Get on a nearby rooftop, jump at the wall of the building, hold unto a stone that is sticking out, climb upwards and into the window she goes. Take out two guards, hide them in an weapon chamber, kick the next two down the stairs to the dungeon, sneak through the former governess office where a bunch of guys are praying to a black armour and then...’Into the governess private chamber you go.’ Alratha finishes the mental commentary. Inside she finds a guy getting his cock sucked vigorously by the broken Halja.

“Hi there.” Alratha says and waves. The man opens his eyes and looks at Alratha in shock. “Bred I assume.” She says. “Who are y- wait, that symbol.” Bred looks at the emblem on her belt. “You are with Meltzer.” Alratha chuckles, “Yeah, no, no, no. Absolutely no. I am with the guy Meltzer was under, Lord Ulal.” She says, “And I have a job here. See I am here to kill her.” She points at Halja, who is still sucking dick “And pin it on you.” She points at him.

“What? Meltzer could not have possibly agreed to this!” Bred says and gets Halja off his dick to get away from the black leather clad assassin. “Of course he didn’t. Meltzer is dead.” The shock in Bred’s eyes is all the reward she could ever ask for. “You see, he didn’t actually act out my Lords will, so he had his soul consumed. Was quite the spectacle.” Bred cowers into a corner of the room, “Wait. If you need to pin this on me I have to survive.” He says and defensively extends a hand towards her.

“Ever heart of a thing called double suicide?” and takes an empty piece of paper. “I cannot take this anymore. I was wrong. We should have never done this. I will go from this world and take my beloved Halja with me. Bred.” She writes then shows it to him. “That is my handwriting…but how?” “I spent two weeks here, stealing your documents.” She grins, “I am good at my job you know? Halja, do me a favour and jump out of that window.”

“If it is Uklag’s will.” The former governess says and before Alratha can correct her has already sent herself flying. “Wow that was actually sarcasm.” Alratha says and cackles, “Brainwashing is scary, Saeletra behold. Now.” She walks over to Bred, against his struggles she picks him up and holds him out of the window. “Oh, answer me this one question and I will let you live.” Alratha says. Hope dwells up in his eyes, “Where is the rest of the influential women?” “Dungeon, in the dungeon.” He says in a high-pitched voice, “Please, please pull me back in.” She tilts her head and makes a thoughtful impression “Nope.” She lets go and following the weight of his upper body he tumbles out of the window completely until he hits the stone ground ten metres deeper. Alratha watches for a bit to make sure neither of them miraculously survived the fall and after affirming their deaths goes on her way.

Stepping over the two guards she killed earlier, she walks down into the dungeon. The women down there are bound to the cells ceiling with iron chains, many of them showing the signs of actual torture instead of simple rape. “Hello~.” Alratha says with her unnatural happy attitude.

“Who?” a weak voice. From her left. “Not important. See, I have a little thing I am supposed to bring you.” Alratha fishes the letter out of her cleavage. She clears her throat. “I, Ulal, Lord-Regent of Ultopja, hereby propose a contract between me and the population of Brikstrat. With great sadness, I have heard of the atrocious acts committed by many of my fellow males. As such I want to extend my helping hand. I will free you of the slavery and, as a sign of my good will, will cleanse the world of these radical elements that have tortured you so. Afterwards I want you to come into my city.” Alratha lowers the letter for a moment, “That being the one that suddenly spawned east of here by the way.” She says before continuing, “into my city and stay with me until Brikstrat has been rebuild. Your rights, religious freedom and survival are guaranteed. If you agree with these terms please sign here. Line.”

Silence. “Is this a joke?” A weak croak from one of the women. “Even if it is, what choice do we have?” Another one says just as weakly. “Well, you could continue getting tortured.” Alratha snickers but taps her foot a bit impatiently, “Could you hurry up. I have another appointment.” “Give me the damn paper. I will sign.” Alratha smiles and steps towards the cell. First she undoes the bindings around the women’s wrists and then she hands her the paper and her dagger. “I don’t have a pen with me.” She says with an apologetic shrug. The woman takes the dagger with her shaky hand and cuts her thumb. A few moments later she presses the bloody thumb on the paper and leaves a mark.

Alratha takes it and wags it around for a bit to make it dry faster. “Great.” She takes her dagger back. “Ulal will be happy to see this. We will come within the next three days.” “The men might be unable and brutish but even they are able to hold a fortress made by Estaran engineers. Especially now that they have refilled the corn chamber and control the cattle. What makes you think you can get in here within three days?” One of the women asks.

“How do I put this…” Alratha says as she walks towards the stairs. “…We have a Demonmagus. In fact you just signed a contract with him.” She wiggles the contract before rolling it back up and hiding it in her cleavage. “What is a Demonmagus?” The same women asks but Alratha is already gone.