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(Set in the Conquest of Sin universe)
The sun hung low above the horizon and steadily continued to dip towards the infinite line, giving way to darkness of the night and its silvery counterpart.
As its heat and light faded, intense cold began to take its place, the flat and grayish steppe providing little shelter and heat for anyone travelling through it.
Four figures made their way across the expanse at a steady pace, the twilight doing little to slow them down. Thick furs covered the toned and strong bodies of three of them while the fourth, a slim and horned being with skin black as night, walked barefoot and naked alongside them without a care in the world.
The three were quietly envious of their guardian and guide's ability to withstand the elements like they were nothing thanks to his profane blood, giving him glances as he skipped and bounced beside them. His infinite stamina was also sparking envy in his charges, allowing him to do whatever he pleases without a care in the world.
His three charges were nevertheless more important than he was, despite his powers, as they bore the mark of the new ruler of the steppe, of the Slave Fields: Warrior-Queen Nayla.
A jagged crown was tattooed upon each of their foreheads, the white visible against their gray skin, to denote their status as warrior-princesses if their powerful presence wasn't evidence enough.
Nosfertez never lost sight of his three young charges, the princesses barely adults by orcish standards, and there was no telling how their task will go. That is why he was here. To ensure the safety and health of Nayla's promising daughters.
The Warrior-Queen was in her fifties now, a blink of an eye for a demon but considerable for a mortal, and it was time the three daughters learned what it takes to be a ruler.
Farrah, Hella and Tyra were three of over a dozen borne by the former Empress Cassia that served as Nayla's Queenguard. This also involved enforcing their mother's law and demands as her emissaries to all that denied Nayla's rightful rule.
Nosfertez's brothers and sisters, Seducers all, were assigned by the Patriarchs themselves to guard and guide the fledgling princesses who will, one day, make their own clans and further the new race of orc the demons and their mother's have planned.
"I honestly don't get why they keep resisting. Mother is being too soft with them." Hella, the more aggressive sister of the three, complained and glared to the west where the Karock tribe was.
"We gotta look at it from their perspective, Hella," said Farrah who had taken to diplomatic approaches more readily than her other sisters. Hella groaned but her sister continued on. "We're not 'proper' orcs in their eyes and how can you expect them to just let us breed their women and have the males die out?"
"Obviously they should grow some brains and let us do it cause we're better than them or it's the axe." Hella grumbled. Tyra remained quiet during the exchange, watching like a hawk for any signs of danger.
"Now Hella. Just because our patriarchs allow you to bring order to this region by your means doesn't mean they like any of the blood being spilled." Nosfertez chastised as he stopped bouncing and faced the grumpy woman. "Killing someone must be your last and final resort. Wouldn't you rather they live contentedly as your pleasure slave than dead and buried in an unnamed grave?"
Hella frowned and looked away. Nosfertez had been with these three since they were born, the Seducer becoming a sort of uncle to them as he first taught them how to pray to their dark gods. His chastisement hit a lot harder than even Nayla's.
" I guess... i still think they are dumb, though."
Nosfertez refrained from chuckling and nodded. "They are indeed stubborn and unwise."
"I think I see the village." Tyra declared from atop a crooked tree the winds had twisted but not hard enough to kill it.
"Finally. No offense, uncle Nos, but i could use some actual food." Farrah said with an apologetic smile.
Their food ran out two thirds of the trip and animal life was sparse around here so they could only rely on their one and only source of nourishment: Nosfertez.
The demon just smiled back, hardly offended by it and stepped back to vanish into the growing night. "I shall be watching over you."
"Thanks uncle Nos." All three sisters chimed together.
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It was pitch-black by the time the three arrived to the edges of the village. Their orcish iod let them see in the dark fairly well, allowing them to avoid the defensive traps and pitfalls the orcs had placed around the perimeter. Their approach was hardly stealthy and hidden and they quickly noticed movement in the single rickety wood tower that rose above the huts and tents.
"Hopefully they ask questions now and shoot later." Tyra said, shifting her furs to pull out her shield. It was a former Praetorian guard shield but repainted to fit Nayla's new regime; an axe with the mark of Sin on the axehead.
Moonlight gleamed off of steel battle axes the daughters had in hand and the small bits of metal hidden underneath their fur clothing. It is well-known that Nayla's daughters came not only well-trained in the art of war but also with magical armor that made them incredibly hard to beat.
They covered little and were made of leather and reddish adamantite. They are made to accentuate the femininity of the wearer with 'chaste' caps that cover the tip of the breasts, abdominal plates, smooth pauldrons and customary shinguards and bracers. They wore loincloths to hide their impressive manhoods.
The real protection came from foul demonic magics infused into the revealing suits that shielded and reflected both blade and arrow.
Farrah tugged at the choker and held onto the mark of Sin that hung off of it. She quietly spoke a prayer to her dark gods to keep this from turning bloody and just unsung her shid, her axe still in its hoop on her muscled hip.
