Drakkwall
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My name is Leonard Zernbach, I am a mercenary, a sword for hire, have been one since I was born and raised in the desert lands of Arveenia by my father who was an office of the royal army before he lost his left hand. I am a dark skinned tall man, I am not a flexible man I know that, I am built to swing and crush any resistance, thus I wear heavy plate armor and wield many different types of heavy weapons but my favorite is the humongous warhammer known as the maul and the pole arm known as the halberd.
Since my father started hiring me out as a mercenary since I was five to earn experience have I been hiring myself out ever since he died while killing a giant scorpion that threatened my home village. I have been doing this since then, I am twenty six now and has been fighting across the lands for nearly a decade. My current work is as a soldier in a war between a King and his greedy brother who has made an army to invade his lands.
Good pay, good food and good fights, it would have been the best work ever had it not been for one factor, Lady Valerie of the Royal Knights, our current commanding officer. She is a total bitch to us, calls us lowborns, honor-less scums or other shit, she is arrogant and vain, sees herself as a superior being then us with her being a knight and being cousin to the King's wife, the Queen who is the true blood inheritor of the royal bloodline of the kingdom.
Just watching her sniff and raise her nose at us makes my blood boil, she was a spoiled brat who had yet to experience the true grim of war while I had done so for nearly ten years. The way I see it ,the fact that she was born noble and given a title as knight for licking enough ass and kicking down some fat tutor in swords does not make you my superior, ever.
But damn if she wasn't one fine piece of ass, red short cut hair, pink eyes, smooth skin that looks tasty enough to eat, full melon sized tits that looked like they were stuffed with cream with the way they defied gravity when she undressed herself to take a bath in her tent, showing off her hour glass figure and full ass from which her long toned legs reach. But while she is an eye candy of delicious quality does it not hide her ugly nature and I intend to punish the bitch soon enough, but currently I have more important matters to attend. The forces I am part of have been ambushed by undead skeletons, possibly created by hired wizards, sorcerers or necromancers of the enemy army, over two thirds of our men were cut down and we were spread out by the panic of the attack as the undead crawled out of the soil like worms.
Me and four others, including your Bitchy Knightness of the Big Melons herself, were currently moving towards a small town in the forest where we were to regroup, which we had been told by Valerie through our officers. While she was a bitch and a spoiled one at that, was she not too shabby with tactics and strategies, though I doubt she is calm enough for any of that by the look of horror on her pretty face as she is covered by blood of her personal guard, the other four were the only remaining survivors of her personal guard too boot.
We entered the town and swiftly went towards the garrison station of the area, a small keep in the center of the town. It was hardly used and only a handful of soldiers were stationed there as this small town was not even on the map unless you had a tool to look closer. As we went to wash up I saw the Knight slowly walk in an almost zombie like way to her private quarters, which she had been told had a bath prepared. I got a wicked smile on my lips and slowly went after her, a chance to teach this bitch a lesson finally in my sight.
Valerie the Royal Knight: http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1062922
Since my father started hiring me out as a mercenary since I was five to earn experience have I been hiring myself out ever since he died while killing a giant scorpion that threatened my home village. I have been doing this since then, I am twenty six now and has been fighting across the lands for nearly a decade. My current work is as a soldier in a war between a King and his greedy brother who has made an army to invade his lands.
Good pay, good food and good fights, it would have been the best work ever had it not been for one factor, Lady Valerie of the Royal Knights, our current commanding officer. She is a total bitch to us, calls us lowborns, honor-less scums or other shit, she is arrogant and vain, sees herself as a superior being then us with her being a knight and being cousin to the King's wife, the Queen who is the true blood inheritor of the royal bloodline of the kingdom.
Just watching her sniff and raise her nose at us makes my blood boil, she was a spoiled brat who had yet to experience the true grim of war while I had done so for nearly ten years. The way I see it ,the fact that she was born noble and given a title as knight for licking enough ass and kicking down some fat tutor in swords does not make you my superior, ever.
But damn if she wasn't one fine piece of ass, red short cut hair, pink eyes, smooth skin that looks tasty enough to eat, full melon sized tits that looked like they were stuffed with cream with the way they defied gravity when she undressed herself to take a bath in her tent, showing off her hour glass figure and full ass from which her long toned legs reach. But while she is an eye candy of delicious quality does it not hide her ugly nature and I intend to punish the bitch soon enough, but currently I have more important matters to attend. The forces I am part of have been ambushed by undead skeletons, possibly created by hired wizards, sorcerers or necromancers of the enemy army, over two thirds of our men were cut down and we were spread out by the panic of the attack as the undead crawled out of the soil like worms.
Me and four others, including your Bitchy Knightness of the Big Melons herself, were currently moving towards a small town in the forest where we were to regroup, which we had been told by Valerie through our officers. While she was a bitch and a spoiled one at that, was she not too shabby with tactics and strategies, though I doubt she is calm enough for any of that by the look of horror on her pretty face as she is covered by blood of her personal guard, the other four were the only remaining survivors of her personal guard too boot.
We entered the town and swiftly went towards the garrison station of the area, a small keep in the center of the town. It was hardly used and only a handful of soldiers were stationed there as this small town was not even on the map unless you had a tool to look closer. As we went to wash up I saw the Knight slowly walk in an almost zombie like way to her private quarters, which she had been told had a bath prepared. I got a wicked smile on my lips and slowly went after her, a chance to teach this bitch a lesson finally in my sight.
Valerie the Royal Knight: http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1062922