Story Part 34 (Patreon)

How long the Orcs would have kept beating the elf and the ranger is a matter of conjecture; as it happened, they were interrupted during this activity.

A messenger ran into the hall, and bowed, “My Jarl, Shelgrish is here to see you.” “HaHA! Lazgar” beamed, “Let her in.”

Miri turned her head to see a tall, Red-headed barbarian, scantily clad in skins and leathers, walk through the door with purpose. She was quite an imposing figure.

“Ah, Lazgar!” she said, “how fares my favorite Jarl?” “I’ve never been better,” the chieftain roared, “this puny human just tried to take me hostage in my own hall! She must have a heart of steel to make such a foolhardy attempt, or perhaps a head full of rocks.”

The barbarian looked down at the two naked women on their knees before the throne. “Perhaps both! Maybe you should recruit her? If I were a certain orc champion, I’d be getting nervous for my position.” Mazurga, the current battle champion snorted aggressively at the suggestion. But the barbarian, her face still lit up with laughter, didn’t flinch.

“Perhaps!” Lazgar said, “have you thought about the matter I summoned you for?”