Posted by Moore on April 09, 2004 at 07:40:49:
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We are undertaking a journey in the morning. Our first stop will be Port-Saint-Louis-du-Rhone, a village ruled by Baron Vendres. Our next stop will be Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer, a village of eight hundred inhabitants, which has many village improvements, and is ruled by Baron Rouget de Lisle. Then we will return to Perpignan. Myself, Diana, and fifteen of my mercenary guards commanded by Mercenary Captain Jean Baptiste Fourier will be traveling with a wagon loaded with trade goods. Sergeant Cassin and the rest of the men will remain in Perpignan to guard my interests. The primary purpose of this trip will be information gathering as opposed to trade; however I intend to investigate new trading opportunities enroute.
We had dinner with several travelers from the towns we will be traveling to. They proved quite gregarious, and told us much about the area.
Port-Saint-Louis-du-Rhone, a village with seven hundred and fifty people, is built near ruined fortifications from the time of Kingdom of Majorca. A group of Orc bandits, an Ogre, and a choke creeper menace the area.
The Orc bandits live in the ruins. They are particularly dangerous to travelers because they are led by a war priest. This powerful individual is named Domvonson, and he is the half human bastard child of Orc General Rostangnus. Orc General Rostangnus likely though it best to post such a talented offspring in harm's way where he is likely to be killed, and not near the Gorges du Tarn, where he would be much more of a threat to the General. This sort of thinking would be typical of Orcs.
Domvonson has more intelligence then most Orcs, and is more adaptive. As a war priest of such a savage god, he needs to make weekly sacrifices to maintain his powers. Domvonson is rumored to have been behind the death of Marcil, the previous monopoly license holder. Mercenary Captain Jean Baptiste Fourier would be eager to battle Domvonson, but knows he does not have sufficient forces to do so. Mercenary Captain Jean Baptiste Fourier is hungry to get Marcil' spell book. I would be loathe to engage in trade for the spell book with the Orcs; strengthening hostile forces is never wise.
Spear men form the cadre of Domvonson's guards. They are half breeds like himself, and function well in daylight. Their tactic is to charge close to an enemy and throw a spear as the normal Orcs close for hand to hand combat. Simple tactics for simple creatures. Domvonson seems to view his normal Orcs as expendable. He sacrifices squads of them as decoys, or uses them to lure a human force into a trap. Although Orcs breed fast, mature quickly, and learn fighting skills from infancy, it is unlikely that Domvonson replenishes his loses from his own lair. It is more likely that his father sends him troops to keep the humans busy. One wonders what Orc General Rostangnus's plans are; he has relative freedom to pursue them without attacks due to Domvonson's distraction.
The Ogre is known as "Rush." This particular brute is nasty and ill tempered. It is a massive, hulking beast. It has huge, powerful hands. The Ogre gets its name from its usual method of attack. Usually it charges a would be hero or even a knight on a horse. For such a large creature, it can move quickly. The Ogre doesn't stop unless its opponent has a braced spear or something similar; otherwise it smashes right into its foe. Then the battle is a matter of grappling, where its considerable strength and enormous size enables it to rip the limbs off of its opponent.
The last known murderous creature in the area of Port-Saint-Louis-du-Rhone is a choke creeper. The choke creeper killed a local hunter in front of his son. The hunter was pursuing a wounded deer down a narrow game trail. A vine wrapped around the hunter's body, moving and entwining up to the hunter's neck. The hunter dropped his bow, and as he drew his knife, told his son to stay away. The hunter coolly cut the vine, and ran away as soon as he could. I admire his calm in such a situation. But he ran into an area with more vines. One looped around his neck again. In shock, he dropped his knife. The vine tighten, and lifted him off his feet, hanging him. Other vines wrapped around his arms and legs. His son ran for help before the grisly end. When a patrol returned, there was no sign of the plant. Was the choke creeper ambulatory?
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That night, after hearing the tales of the monsters that stand in their way, Sardana is feeling frisky. He asks Diana if she would like him to be an Orc that grabs her and roughly has its way with her. She agrees. Diana goes and talks to the guards, and tells them there will be screams and not to be alarmed. They tease her with good humor for a while, then Diana returns to the room.
She is whacked in the head with a heavy blunt object (a sock) and rendered unconscious. When she awakes, she gets up, and tries to run, but the Orc sees her. He catches her after only a few steps, grabbing her long hair. He swings her around and lifts her up, ignoring her kicking and screaming. He holds her so tight she thinks her ribs will break. Then it shoves her into the cave (room).
It is dark inside. It moves the rock in front of the entrance, (shutting the door) trapping them both.
It lights a torch. She tries to bluff the Orc. "Do you know ..." she starts saying. The Orc pushes her down on old furs that serve as its bed.
She tries to rise and he hits her with an open hand across her mouth. She sprawls back on the bed. She puts her hand to her stinging cheek, her eyes filling with tears.
The Orc squats next to her. It grabs her shirt, feeling the fabric. It growls something she doesn't understand and tries to tug her shirt over her head. She doesn't want him to, and her arms get stuck as she struggles to keep it on, and she is yanked around. The Orc pulls her shirt off, and her chest spills out.
She darts up to run. She doesn't know where, just away. The Orc tackles her. She lands on the hard floor flat on her belly with the Orc pressing down on her, its chin painfully digging into her neck.
She is pawed from behind. Its hands start at her shoulders, then down her arms with firm pressure. Its paws travel back up her arms with light nail scratches. Then the Orc's hands go down the sides of her torso. She feels it pressing itself against her ass. She is wearing only a thin skirt she thought was pretty when she bought it. The Orc reaches its hand underneath her to her breasts. She endures rough, clumsy pawing before the Orc moves her hands out of the way and starts rubbing and squeezing her chest. The Orc starts rocking itself on top of her, humping her.
It pushes itself up on all fours, then pulls up her hips; its fingers digging in around her hip bones while it breaths in her ear. It rests its upper body on hers, making her support its weight. Its hands start for her breasts again. She mule kicks the Orc, straight back. But she only hits its thigh, and it growls, really angry. It straightens up and spanks across her butt, once, twice. She falls forward prone from the force. It jumps on her, pinning her arms and nipping at her bare shoulder. It presses its weight against her. Her breasts scrape painfully on the rough floor. She struggles to breathe; it is squishing her.
The Orc pushes her hands down, happy it subdued her. It rises to its knees. It leans forward, yanks her hair, pulls her head back and up until she is on all fours. It growls something, clearly a warning, and it bumps its hips against her ass. It makes fist and waves it in her face. She doesn't understand what the words are, but she understands the meaning. She lowers her face to the floor submissively, reaching her hands back between her legs to stroke it. It is happy, and nods its approval.
The Orc gets it more aroused as she fondles it. The Orc puts its hands on her hips. It pushes its penis into her.
The Orc lowers itself on her, into her, makes her bear its weight again, and paws her chest. She stops stroking it to put her hands on the floor by her shoulders to take the weight off her neck/face. As she moves, it puts a hand around her throat. She puts her hands back to stroke its balls; it puts its hands back on her chest.
It rides her like this, until it gets close, grunting and growling. It rises off her to its knees, straightening up, and starts driving into her. Its fingers dig into her hips, pulling her against it. She hears slapping sounds as it pumps into her. She strokes it faster and faster. It comes in her, howling, branding her with its seed, making her its mate.
Done with her, it gets off her and curls up in the furs. When she gets cold and tries to get a fur to stay warm, it kicks at her.
Sardana can not stay in character, and opens his arms and cuddles Diana to him.
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We left Perpignan through the Castillet's gate without incident. We traveled to Baroness Snuthree's whaling town, journeying along the "road" parallel to the river. The road could be described as an unimproved blazed trail, but that would be too generous.
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After the group left Perpignan, Sardana and Diana sat alone in the back of the wagon in a little space surrounded by crates and barrels. Diana leaned over and kissed him. He smiled, but told her he was too tired to have sex with her, but made her a counteroffer. Sardana pulled her close, and rested her head on his shoulder. He put a hand suggestively on her thigh. As he told her the story, he began rubbing and stroking her.
Rush the Ogre looked out from behind the tree at the delicious girl flesh passing before him. "First me fuck her, then me eat her," Rush thinks.
It speeds out from its hiding place, running straight for the young, attractive woman. She looks up, but doesn't have time to scream before Rush is upon her. It grabs her and tucks her under one of its arms. Its other huge hand covers her mouth, keeping her from screaming. After abducting her, it runs off without breaking its stride. I t carries her far into the wilderness in a few moments.
It drops her in a clearing, licking its chops in anticipation. Before the young woman can move, Rush tears of her shirt, exposing her juicy breasts. The maiden raises her hands to try to cover herself.
The Ogre grabs her hands, twists her around so her back is to it, and holds her hands painfully behind her back with only one of his huge paws. Her struggles are futile against such a large and powerful creature.
Rush lifts her hands painfully, damaging her shoulders, to hear her scream. The Ogre forces the maiden down on the ground. Her face is pressed into the grass, her knees are cut by rocks. Her ass is up in the air. Rush grabs her skirt and moves it out of his way. He still holds her hands behind her within its massive paw.
Drooling, the Ogre positions itself over her. The maiden glances behind her, and is terrified at the size of the beast. It leans over her and is about to drive its...
At this point in the story, Diana quivers and gasps as she comes with Sardana's manipulations. He holds her, and they cuddle in the back of the wagon.
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Same day, late afternoon.
We arrived in Port-Saint-Louis-du-Rhone without encountering any Orcs, Ogres, or attacking plants. Between Baroness Snuthree's whaling town and Port-Saint-Louis-du-Rhone there wasn't even the pretense of a road. The wagon pitched and heaved, and if not for the skill of the drovers, could have been stuck or bottomed out several times. I noted creeks that need to be bridged, trees needing logging to provide an easier path, several hills that could use a more gradual incline, as well as large rocks impeding progress on the trail that need to be removed. I will need to hire laborers, paying them with food and minimal wages, as well as guards to protect them if I am to improve the road. I can then establish a toll house midway along the road to recoup my investment. It might be easier to purchase small boats and use them as ferry boats, since the sea links the towns. Diana seems much more fond of the ferry boats, and her enthusiasm is contagious, so that is the plan I am leaning toward.
Port-Saint-Louis-du-Rhone resembles an armed camp. The earthen rampart has erosion damage from the rainy season. The guards seemed wet and surly. They warned us about giant bugs, which are part of the "Curse," but I was tired, and did not ask them for more details. Huddled masses of buildings cling together inside the crude rampart. Mud was deep on the streets, thicker and more foul then anything on the road. Not all of the stuff on the streets was mud; it became clear that Port-Saint-Louis-du-Rhone had sewage and/or garbage problems.
We have spent the remainder of the day here, meeting the locals and getting a feel for this miserable town. I met with Baron Vendres for several hours. There is a rumor that he is blackmailed by Orc General Rostangnus, but I will not engage in gossip, so I will discuss this no further. Baron Vendres seems disinterested in trade and maters of commerce. He told me several times that he was more concerned with survival then profit. If only he realized that profit could help him ensure his survival. A larger Barony income would mean more troops, better defenses, and civic improvements, which would lead to more order. I do not think I got through to him, and only got a lukewarm reception. Mercenary Captain Jean Baptiste Fourier got along with him much better then I. They discussed war craft while I did my business.
I have informed the townsmen of Market Day in Perpignan. I appointed an agent to act on my behalf in Port-Saint-Louis-du-Rhone. Balzac has quite the vision of what he wants Port-Saint-Louis-du-Rhone to be. He is a hard worker, and used to be an advisor to Baron Rouget de Lisle of Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer, and helped him institute improvements there. With his help, I organized the marketplace, talking with craftsmen and merchants and issuing the appropriate licenses. By and large, the merchants seemed to recognize my authority, and thing went well.
Tomorrow we leave for Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer. I am weary and sore, and have not spoken much with Diana, but I am pleased overall with my work today.
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