Mordheim (Part 2)

Its been a little over a week since I decided to get a Mordheim campaign rolling. Still haven't played a single game or painted a miniature! I did however make a few rosters and I have ordered my miniatures and some bits. If all goes well, they should start coming in tomorrow.

But all that hasn't stopped me from continuing my war bands story! Here is part two...

Lichter’s grin grew more sinister at the sound of the place. “Yes. You are familiar with it.”

The girl didn’t answer. A chill had set in her now. She knew what this worm wanted from her.

“You're going to become more familiar with it.” he said, rising from his chair, stepping closer. “You see… it is said that the comet was made of a most magnificent substance. A substance many are willing to pay a great deal of coin for.”

She looked at his, her expression on of disgust and contempt, “Coin means nothing to me. You would do well to leave that hellish place alone and travel far from these lands. And if you think I will go back there to get you anything, you are more stupid than you look. And you look very stupid… male.”

“I’m far from stupid, bitch. In point of fact, I’m quite a bit smarter than you are. That’s why you will indeed be returning to that city and you will be using every bit of your considerable skill to collect as much wyrdstone for me as you can.” He could see the hatred burning in her eyes as he pressed on, “Coin may mean nothing to you, but your sisters do. In fact, I would lay a wager that they mean everything to you.”

His words silenced her. “I have sold everything I own and have used the coin to purchase not only you, but six of your sisters. I have enough left over to buy weapons and gear for all of you. You and your sisters will go back to Mordheim and collect Wyrdstone for me you will pay back your debt to me.”

The words rolled over in her head, “And once so equipped, male, why would we not just set out on our own? Whatever fate awaits us on the road is nothing compared to what awaits any who enter Mordheim.”

Lichter grinned wider, “And then what? You know nothing about these lands, the people, the customs. You have no friends, no one to help you should things not go as you hope they will. You collect these stones for me, and I will be your friend. Half the coin I get from the sale of the wyrdstone shall be used to find more of your sisters and purchase their freedom. There was over two hundred of you brought from the slave ships, were there not? What part of that is not used will be set aside for a life here if you wish, or the purchase of a vessel to return you home.”

The girl considered the man and his offer. She had little trust for his kind, but he was right, she knew no one here. “I trust no man. Your words speak of one things, but your actions another.”

He seemed a bit confused by her answer, “My actions?”

“You say you have need of my sword and skill… yet you had me bathed and perfumed. You even went to the effort of having your slave girl shave the hair from under my arms, my legs and even my cunny. That tells me you’re just interested in fucking me.” she spat out.

Lichtor smiled again, “Oh, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you and your sisters. Collecting wyrdstone is not your only responsibility to me. But fear not. Soon, if you perform your tasks in Mordheim well, I may have enough coin to purchase a new slave that will distract me from your pleasures.”

He paused a moment, “You may leave now with the others and take your chances on the open road, or you can stay and serve me as I have offered. What will it be?”

The girl looked into his dark eyes a long moment before she answered, “I will stay.”

Lichtor wet his lips and reached up with his hand, tugging roughly on her nipple, “and collect wyrdstone for me?”

She ground her teeth, her body loathing the man’s touch, “and collect wyrdstone for you.”

He twisted her nipple and tugged harder, watching her squirm ever so slightly, “and allow me to fuck you as much or as little as I desire.”

She looked forward, the words almost refusing to leave her mouth, “and allow you to fuck me… as much or as little as you desire.”

His hand slipped down between her legs, she was moist to his touch. “I told you at the start of this that I’m smarter than you are.”