MOTDE: Go to the market district and look for Silvir B1
From Create Your Own Story
You exit the palace, now returning to the city that you´ve conquered. Still standing on the top of the hill - that makes up the city - you overlook your conquest. Your dark elves attacked the capital with great havoc, destroying buildings and statues while slaughtering and plundering at will. Houses have been ransacked, families put to the sword and treasures stolen. Nothing of the natural, forest-integrated beauty that you observed just the other day remains. The stark smell of death is in the air, to Faylin its a foul stench that makes her grimace, but to you it´s a sweet aroma that makes you grin in victory.
The sight of a conquered city is one that you enjoy to linger on. "Magnificent, isn´t it? The craft-of-war exercised to perfection by the dark elf race. And now Queen, you will be lead naked as a slave through the streets and buildings that you ruled for hundreds of years," your gloat the words, rubbing them in her already disgraced face. Faylin knows the simple walk through her befouled city will be a painful one.
A unit of soldiers approaches you from the distance. They consist of twenty soldiers marching under your banner of Char. As their figures grow closer, you see that they are lead by your two huntresses Silvir and Rikki. They bow as they come within speaking distance.
"High-Huntress Daine, it´s a honor to greet you on this day of conquest of our inferior surface-siblings." Silvir ceremonially greets you. She then leers at the Queen. "And that big-titted, trio-of-fuckholes you got there already looks broken in. Did the commanders cock make you beg for more fuck-meat whore-Queen?"
The other Drows chuckle as the Queen blushes at Silvirs indecent remark.
You yank the chain so that she falls to your feet, "answer your overlord slave-Queen!" you spout at her.
"Yes Mistress, my cunt is heated for your cock-meat."
Now that the insults and false confessions have reassured your surface-enemies enslaved status and thus confirmed your racial supremacy you can go on with the conversation. "Huntress Silvir and Rikki, what are you doing here?"
"High-Huntress," Rikki begins, "when I heard you might be going to be feast at the market, I rushed down to fetch Silvir and these troops, as bodyguards for your protection. The feast is founded and organized by clan Valon. Their our enemies, and with the ongoing competition between you and Solaria, I thought extra protection would be a wise precaution," Rikki ends her statement with a subservient, graceful bow.
"Would they attack if we approached?" You ask, "It would be a perfect time to organize a raid and try to steal this surface-Queen away for the competition," as you mention the regent by her title you also yank her chain to hurt her throat. The naked slave growls in pain.
"I highly doubt it, firstborn daughter of High-Matriarch Mecinia." Silvir says, her voice is much louder and authoritarian in tone than Rikki, who has a sweet and charming voice. "Clan Valon proclaimed it to be open for all the clans, breaking such a promise would be tremendously dishonorable. A affront to the Goddesses even. The consequences from the other clans and cities would be utmost hostile - and devastating. But as Rikki pointed out, it´s never foolish to come armed on a day like this."
"And what of that bitch Solaria, is there any sign of her?" You ask.
No, there is no sign of her High-Huntress Daine. However, other highly ranked members of clan Valon has been seen active in public through the day," as Silvir mentions that hated clan her voice turns detestable. "Many of them are at the market, overseeing and leading the festivites. They´ve organized several shows, for the enjoyment of the masses where they torture, humiliate and rape surface-elven captives."
Rikki quickly chives on Silvirs report, "No doubt a show to win the admiration of the lesser clans High-Huntress! And in doing so, trying to outshine our clan´s prestige and authority," Rikki says it in a tone of sly menace, as if a warning towards you.
"Pssh," you spit on the ground, genuinely angry. "What a back of filthy sows they are!" You growl, "they grow bolder by the minute. Neither I, nor my mother will stand for this insolence. Clan Char are the *unrivaled* rulers of Velzzria. If clan Valon wishes to challenge that fact, then we won´t be far from a civil war once we return to the underworld." Your harsh, hateful voice is filled with subtle longing for the confrontation. "Come on! Lets head for the market district!"
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The sound of the feast travels far through the devastated city, even from afar the noises of Drow commotion is heard. As you get closer, a sea of people spreads out over the market place. Clan Valon´s festivities have drawn a huge crowd, even from members of your own clan. They´ve speared no expensive, huge barrels containing intoxicating beverages have been opened for given to the public. But the real gifts, and the reason for the feast, are the many enslaved surface-elves that Clan Valon has put on display. Some are given to public use, restrained to the ground and left to suffer the sexual abuse and humiliation of drunken dark elf warriors. Some appear to have died already.
Other surface-elves have been restricted for scenes that clan Valon has organized. Large, wooden platforms have been built to elevate the performers over the crowd. On each platform stands at least one Valonian dominatrix and at least one elf from the Heartwood forest. There, various shows are performed to entertain the masses, where the Valonian women show their skill in sexually domineering their enemies.
Two such scenes catches your eye. At one platform stands a dominatrix holding a chain that leads to a collar strapped around a huge green-skinned orcs neck. Next to them, a young, naked surface-elven girl is in bondage on a stock. On the other platform, a confident, haughty looking dark elves stands holding a whip before a naked surface-elf who seems to still stand tall with pride despite the humiliation of the situation.
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