The Gambit begins

Veserae once again put you and both armies into a lusty, dream-like haze, that you only have vague memories of by the time you come out of it. You are pleased to see that the plan worked. Bodies lay in the grass, but only sexually contented ones after what may be the largest orgy in recorded history, rather than grotesque ****. You see a young redhead wrapped in the arms of Bruce, the gap in years large enough to be her father. The Dowton's shared conquest of a Grushta soldier who never got completely out of her uniform, and it seems that even the leaders were not immune. The Sovereign General himself was caught up in the midst, naked in the grass, sleeping next to Adranna, your co conspirator.

The content calm is disrupted swiftly and violently, as a crack of lightning strikes the ground from a cloudless sky; staggering everyone awake. At the impact site, a hollow, illusionary depiction of the mastermind behind all of this appears. Vyrmar is clearly agitated, from his prostate posture and scowling glare.

"You fucking idiots!" He yelled out, his voice resonating through magical forces to bellow through the entire field. "You're all soldiers, how is it that you couldn't even get killing right; it's literally the only thing you are put on T'sara to do. By the God's, how did this even happen?"

"You answered your own question" You respond loudly, causing his attention to focus in your directin. You're naked and covered in sweat and cum, but you remain standing tall, proud, and defiant "The Goddess Veserae, the Mother of All Gods, is behind this. You denied her holy text, which is by rights should be in Elvish hands, and in exchange she has denied you your feeble plans."

"You!? You mean to tell me all of this is your doing?" He grimaced "Some elvish harlot unfurled my plans?"

"They must have been pretty lousy plans Vyrmar" The Sovereign General came forward, standing in front of you "It's over. I called your challenge, and won. Return my daughter to me, and I'll ensure that you can live the rest of your days as a snivveling, cowarding toad."

"Avoiding battle and declaring victory. I should expect nothing less from one such as you. You're a long way off from winning. You won't even leave this field. Why, you won't even leave this field alive. Any one of these Grushta were to slay you, and they'd become a national hero..."

The thought passed through the group on a gentle wind, but there was utter stillness. Not a soul dared move. A rotund, gray haired man spoke up as he hurried forward "I wouldn't bet your life on it. There would be no honor in that. There's no honor in any of this, and the Grushta are ashamed to have ever gotten involved in this."

He walks across to where the Sovereign General stood, stared the man squarely in the eye, and stook his hand out. The two men gave a firm, respectable shake "We will ensure that you return to your own lands safely, after your works are complete. You have my word as a General, and as a father"

"Thank you." There was cheering in the crowd, including from you. This is probably the closest the two nations have been to a peace in generations. Disgusted by the sight, Vyrmar rose in cantankerous anger

"Enough! So you've found a temporary ally. I knew I shouldn't have put faith in the enemy. I still have your daughter, and your rotten flesh will fall from your bones before I let her go! She will watch as I draw your final breath! You know where to find me!" The visage of Vyrmar dissipates with another magical crack of lightning, followed by loud murmuring and some frantic movements, as some clearly anticipated immediate movement, or some others feared shame for what just happened.

The Sovereign General looked to you "Elf! Come here"

"Yes sir" You move with a hurry "My name's Fiana, General."

"Right. You're saying this was all your doing?"

You nod gently "with some help from my friends, yes."

"You're doing all of this, going through all this risk, for a book?"

"Yes General. The last holy text of Veserae"

"I think you've sold yourself short, considering the risk you've subjected yourself to. When we return triumphant, you will be well compensated for what you've done for me; for all of us. Now, I have a score to settle with a wizard. Will you join my army in defeating him?"

"General?" walked up behind you, putting his hands on your naked shoulders "Bruce Clifton, and good friend of miss Fiana. If I may sir, I think sending an entire army to meet him is a bad idea."

"I will not walk away from this as a coward! I will meet him head-on, with the entire nation at my back! Nothing will stand in the way of me and my daughter"

"Yes General. I understand, and that's my point. He's no doubt counting on you to do that. There's a trap waiting for you"

"Your concern is noted, soldier. I'll remind you that Vyrmar is an archivist bookworm. There is no plan, no traps he could possibly concoct that I cannot counteract. I'll ask for your continued service in the name of my country, one last time. See this to the end with us, please."