Divide & Conquer: Winter Is Coming 8 (Patreon)

Charsi 1

Malcom was dead. Not even three days, and Mistress’s partner in this big game was dead. At least she didn’t have to worry about it, all Charsi had to worry about was the quality of the ore she was given and turning it into good products. Upon Garona and the others coming back, sans Malcom, Mistress had started stamping pretty much everyone in the castle, before having Ororo, Leah, and Lust thrown into the dungeons with Yrel, Wenduag, and Garona keeping an eye on them.

Charsi didn’t like what Mistress was doing, but what could she do about it? Sure, she was strong, it came with being a blacksmith, but all she knew about fighting was ‘hit the other person with the heavy end of the hammer before they kill you.’

“More iron,” the kid Charsi had taken under her wing muttered as she came up with a wheelbarrow full of pig iron.

“Thanks, Lanna,” Charsi said with a smile, glad for the distraction. Little Lanna, Charsi had heard one of the guardsmen call the kid, had been told to help Charsi however she needed, and while she wasn’t exactly an apt student she was better than a lot of the snot-nosed brats Charsi had put up with that had traveled through the Rogue Monastery in various merchant caravans.

“What are you working on?” Lanna asked as she moved the wheelbarrow to the ore pile and dumped it out.

“Arrowheads, mostly. From what was said, we’re probably going to go through a lot of them. Fortunately from what’s been described bodkin points should do it, they’re arrowheads designed to punch through plate armor and incredibly simple to make.”

Lanna looked up at Charsi in surprise, “Some of the men were saying that the beast was a dragon, you really think you can make an arrow that’d kill it?”

“An arrow, no. Not with the materials I’ve been given and in the time frame I’ve been provided. But fill the air with enough arrows and a few will get lucky and hit something important. That much I can do, though how soon they’ll be attached to hafts and turned into proper arrows, I don’t know.”

Lanna blinked and looked at Charsi with a curious expression, “Could you make an arrow that would kill it if you had better materials?”

“Maybe?” CharsiI answered with a shrug. “I’d need to know more about it and the different materials that are around here. I’ve made weapons and armor for dangerous targets before, but I had more information to work with.”

“Lanna!” a man’s voice called out, drawing both Lanna and Charsi’s attention. One of the guardsmen approached, pausing upon seeing Charsi. She winced at seeing his fingers tighten around the hilt of his sword, though he didn’t draw it. Keeping his gaze firmly on Charsi, he said, “The ladies in the kitchens were looking for you. No skipping your chores.”

“Yes, Papa,” Lanna said, giving Charsi a smile before running off.

As soon as the girl was out of earshot, the guardsman growled, “I don’t care what the bitch you serve says, if any of you harm so much as a hair on that girl’s head, I will take my pound of flesh out of every one of you.”

Charsi held her hands up, leaning the Horadric Malus against her anvil, “I don’t intend on hurting her, she’s a good kid.”

The guardsman narrowed his gaze at Charsi, before turning around and returning to his post. Charsi sighed, running a hand through her hair. Something had to change soon, or they’d all wake up with daggers in their throats.

Later

Charsi woke with a groan, the inside of her mouth feeling like she’d drunk more than when the heroes killed Andariel and the Sisterhood moved back into their monastery. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Charsi stretched before standing from the straw-lined bed and taking a step forwards, only to pause at the sound of chains. Blinking, Charsi looked around, a bolt of fear running through her. She was in a prison cell, her leg manacled to the wall with just enough length that she could reach the cell doors. Looking through the bars, Charsi saw Tali in the opposite cell.

“Tali?” Charsi called out.

Tali gave a start when Charsi called her name, standing up and making her way to the bars, “Charsi, I’m glad you’re awake.”

“Where are we? What happened?”

Tali sighed, putting her faceplate in her hand, “We were caught off guard. I don’t know how, but the rival contractor that killed Malcom somehow managed to sneak into the castle and made off with us one by one. As best as I can figure, Garona was grabbed first, then you, Leah, Ororo, Lust, Wenduag, Yrel, me, then Mistress. Mistress and I were the only ones that weren’t unconscious when he brought us here, and there were two people with him. A girl and a woman. I don’t know how, but I saw the girl pull her face off and there was a different one underneath.”

Magic, of course. Charsi gently knocked her head against the bars. There’d been an assassin in the group of heroes that defeated Diablo, why wouldn’t there be assassins here? Mistress didn’t recognize the world that they’d arrived in, but that didn’t mean that the same would be true for the opposing teams.

“Is everyone else here?” Charsi asked.

Tali shrugged, wringing her hands, “I think so? I only saw a few of us as I was brought down here, and the way the man was looking at Mistress when we arrived doesn’t fill me with confidence about our chances. If we were being held in a more technologically advanced prison, I’d be able to do something, but with solid metal bars I’d need to use a welding app and they took my omni-tool.”

Charsi looked down the hall, wondering what sort of torture their captors were inflicting on Mistress that very moment.

Revy 2

“YES! FUCK ME, HARDER, HARDER!” the blue-skinned slut shouted as Draugur and I slammed into her holes. Her ass clenched around my cock as she came, and I bit down on her shoulder as my release hit me and I flooded her bowels with my cum. We’d been at it for a good six hours at this point, and were it not for Sexual Calibration the meathead’s plan of fucking her into surrender probably wouldn’t have worked.

Panting in exhaustion, I pulled out and lay back on the bed we’d “borrowed” from Ned and Catelyn. I’d managed to bind the entirety of the Winterfell guards while Draugur was away. There were honestly a lot fewer than I was thinking, only sixty in Winterfell itself (twelve of which I’d already bound). Still, that gave me about a hundred Company Credits to work with, most of which I dumped into Greater Bandwidth before picking up Sticky Fingers to make sex more fun.

“What’s the matter, tuckered out already?” Draugur teased as he held the asari contractor in the air, her feet hooked over his shoulders and his hands on her bubble butt the only thing keeping her up.

I gave the lug a tired glare, “I’m not the one with Everlasting Talent. I think the fact I managed to go for as long as I did was goddamn impressive, ya fucking braindead brute.”

“If I were braindead, then how did I come up with a plan to capture all our rival’s retinues without a fuss? Which reminds me, we should probably have Talia start a spy network. We’ve been here for twelve days and haven’t gotten started on that.”

Not dignifying that with a response (and not because he was right, but because it didn’t deserve one), I reached over and grabbed my phone from the far end of the bed and checked the timer.

[quote]Time Until Viable Capture: 10 hours, 23 minutes, 55 seconds[/quote]

Great, another ten and a half hours before I could bind the blue bitch. After everything we’d done, I wasn’t surprised that Winterfell counted as our Territory, since as soon as Draugur, Arya, and Talia started bringing the unconscious waifus into the castle, both of us got pings on our Company devices with countdowns until we could steal them.

But I’d had another idea, one that I’d shared with Draugur once I’d realized that one of our two opponents was an asari. We didn’t have to kill the other teams yet, since we were facing Rivals. Instead, we could break her and then one of us could bind her. We’d had a bit of back and forth discussion about which of us got to bind her, but in the end we came to an agreement: I got her and the majority of Winterfell, he got first pick of the waifus. Considering how I’d bound over two dozen guards by that point, it was good enough.

As Draugur continued mentally breaking our Rival with sex, I grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill and jotted down a list of the waifus we’d captured. Asari Contractor, Storm from X-Men, Leah and Charsi from Diablo, Lust from Full Metal Alchemist, a draenei paladin, and orc rogue, Tali from Mass Effect, and a catgirl with spider legs growing out of her back. Fortunately, our Company Phones could tell us their tiers: Contractor and spider catgirl were both Tier Four; Charsi was Tier Three; Tali, Leah, and orc girl were all Tier Five; Lust and the draenei were Tier Six, and Storm was Tier Seven.

Breaking down capture values, assuming we wait the full three days after I’ve made the asari my bitch and don’t sell all of them, there was a total of a hundred sixty five Company Credits in them. Charsi we’d need to keep, to better outfit the people of Winterfell and our future armies. I knew that Draugur was going to want the draenei, so that he could abuse the “almost kill me” bit of being a monkey’s kryptonian. Reading up on the others… most of them looked like we’ll probably sell them. Leah doesn’t have enough control over her power, Lust doesn’t offer enough outside of straight combat, Tali’s capabilities are wasted in a medieval setting, and spider catgirl just can’t put out the kind of damage to keep up with what we’ll be facing.

Either way, I’d find out what I’d be working with as far as the new captures in a few days.