The Lord of Ragnarok

Lord of Ragnarok

Chapter 6: Be Very, Very Quiet, I’m hunting Orcs

Ruined City - Stone House - Upstairs bed - Rainbow’s P.O.V.

I didn’t want to admit that what Cynthia said had gotten to me. I knew that I didn’t have the body that Twilight, Luna, or Solar Flare had. My ass was small, my teats were small, and I couldn’t count on an hourglass figure to draw in the stallions. I was far more of a hard body than I was a bombshell. Albeit, the way Lord Mannalus handled me, you wouldn’t know. He made me feel like a real mare, like I was the only female in the entire universe. Also it kind of helped that he was hung. My plot was sore for weeks…

But the pleasant euphoria after a good rutting quite thoroughly negated that pain. Lord Mannalus and I went at it like a pair of teenagers in heat. (Which I kinda guess we were.) I don’t think my womb could be filled with anymore of his seed, so when he proposed we catch some sleep after his fourth (my tenth, maybe?) orgasm, I accepted without provision. Chasing down and exterminating orcs was not going to be all that difficult for the pair of us, but going into the fight exhausted would serve no one.

As we slept I found myself in a dream that didn’t feel all my own. I saw a familiar shape and a moment later I saw Luna. She moved toward me, and my dream took a more definite shape. I looked at the library that was in the Temple, a place where Twilight loved to go, and she offered me a seat. I took it, and watched as she took one across from me. She leaned back, and studied me for a moment.

“The news of the orcs has troubled Lord Mannulus some. He is not afraid of them, not in the slightest, however, he is unsettled in one aspect,” she said as she studied me, “He read what the orcs here do, and he fears that they may attempt to claim you.”

I scrunched up my muzzle in disgust, “I’ll kill myself before I let one of those dirty things touch me!”

She nodded, “As would I, but then we shouldn’t have to worry so. Your sword is capable of handling them quite well. And from what I have seen in your, and Lord Mannulus’ memories, they are quite unintelligent. Regardless, I shall monitor your adventure, and if I feel that you need my assistance I shall open a portal to where you are. At which time I shall send my sister, whom I shall inform that a wicked orcish female has attempted to lay claim to him. I believe that would be more than enough to have her level the entire area in a bout of fire fueled carnage.”

I laughed as I thought about it. The truth was that Solar Flare really would lay waste to this entire ruined city if she believed that there was an orc female that had attempted to have her way with our husband. I was certain that we didn’t need the help, but I was glad that it was offered anyway. I felt the dream change once again, and this time I saw Twilight sitting across from us. I glanced at Luna.

“By the way, Luna,” I said, “I hope you’re ready to get laid like no mare has ever been laid before.”

“Why, praytell?” Luna asked.

“I’ll give you a hint: it’s as long as my leg.” I teased.

“What is as long-” Luna started, then a blush swept across her muzzle, “Rainbow Dash, su-surely thou jests?”

I just held a smile and let her keep her illusions. For a little while, anyway. Twilight smiled at us, and I studied her for a moment, “Is she really here?”

Luna nodded, absently looking at the distance, “As long as your l…”

I absently wondered if I had broken her when Twilight cleared her throat.

“Rainbow, I doubt that I have much time before Luna ends this dream, but I took a moment to research something about your sword when you left. It will ignite and burn, but if you are flying with it, and you manage to keep it ignite it right before you stop the sword has a special aspect which will send fire flying from it like a dragon breathes flames. It will coat whatever it touches, and that fire won’t go out until you touch the gem again.”

I smiled, “Good to know, not sure how useful that will be if it becomes a fight inside though, but still, good to know.”

She nodded, “Oh, and if there is a library there, please, get any books that are in good shape, we could use the knowledge contained in them.”

I looked at her, “You know this place has been abandoned for a long time, from the looks of it a couple hundred years, and it’s likely that any books, or scrolls that might have been here are rotted away to nothing.”

She got a pained look on her face, “Oh, that’s terrible, so much knowledge just gone, still, if there is any that survived, please bring them back.”

With that the dream began to dissolve, and far too soon I found myself stirring away. Lord Mannulus seemed to be waking up as well, and from the look of it he had a refreshing night as well. The two of us dressed, my chain-mail once against lay against the body suit I had worn. The helmet I pulled onto my head fit snugly, and thanks to Hephaestus I knew that it would not break, or bend, unless whatever struck me was far above my level.

The two of us walked down, leaving the broken armor, swords, and shields lying where they were. None of it was any use to us, and in truth most of it would simply slow me down. I looked toward Lord Mannulus as he indicated the direction I had told him about. I nodded, and we began working our way toward the middle of the ruined city. As we neared the center the stench hung heavy in the air. It was so thick that I could taste it.

The smell of rotting meat, festering boils, long unwashed skin, decaying animal skins, and finally the musty smell of arousal hung in the air. All of it making my eyes tear up. I looked to Lord Mannulus and I could see that he seemed displeased by it, but he was continuing on as if it didn’t bother him. Part of me wondered how he had such control, that he could get through this smell without wanting to gag. I might not be the kind of mare that felt the need to primp and preen, but when I got back I was so going to go to Rarity’s floor, and I was going to use her spa. I was going to wash until I pruned up, and then I was going to have her spa maids clean me again.

“MEAT!” a voice boomed out.

“FEMALE AND MEEEAAATTTT!” another voice cried.

The sound was followed by dozens of voices as they began to surge out of the buildings ahead of us. I didn’t see a few, or even a couple of dozen, but instead there was at least sixty of them. I felt the air charge with energy and I looked at Lord Mannulus. He had bought a new staff for this adventure. It was scaled closer to a lesser leveled sorcerer, but he explained that the reason for it was that while he had no problem destroying our enemies, he didn’t want to cause too much collateral damage while doing it. Seeing the number of orcs I realized what he meant. If he used his full power he could level the ruined city.

I watched as he unleashed a spell toward them. The fire spread out, engulfing them all, causing them to scream in pain as they burned into nothing. I looked at the burning flesh, and after a moment it ended revealing smoldering skeletons laying in the street. I had heard Lord Sombra the Magnificent talk about how they had cleared a dungeon full of goblins, and how it was Lord Mannulus that had unleashed his dark fury on them.

I had wished that they could have taken me along, but seeing this now, I understood. He hadn’t even done this against those human soldiers, instead he had defeated their weak monsters, but here, here he burned the orcs into nothing. He looked at me, and under the woolen mask he wore I knew he was smiling.

“Let’s check the houses. There may be some treasure, maybe even some decent weapons.”

I nodded at him and together we began to search the set of houses the orcs had spilled out of. Mostly there was nothing but broken weapons, ruined armor, and in one building I saw a mare. She was an Equis, like Applejack. Her eyes had been blinded, and she whimpered as I neared her. I could feel the terror rolling off of her, and I could smell the colossal amount of seed that had been put into her. I heard hoofsteps behind me and I turned to see Lord Mannulus. He neared her, whispering softly, and she continued to whimper. I felt magic gather and then I heard the link between Lord Mannulus and all of us at the Temple.

“Luna, go down into the vaults, summon Umbra. When you do I want you and Umbra to come here, to me. Open a portal, and hurry,” he said.

“My love, is there something wrong?” she asked.

“There is, but it is not with us. I have need of Umbra’s special talent, and I have need of yours as well. Hurry, I want you here in less than five minutes.”

Less than two minutes passed before the portal opened and Umbra stepped through followed by Luna. I gasped as I looked at Umbra. I had never seen him, yet he looked like Lord Sombra the Magnificent. The difference was the horn and eyes. Lord Sombra had a red crystalline horn that stuck out of his head, and his eyes were a green and red, indicating the dark magic he had. Umbra’s horn was a soft blue, and his eyes were a jade color of green.

“Oh dear, I see the reason to call me. Tell me Lord Mannulus, what is your wish with her?” he asked.

“Determine the extent of damage the orcs had done to her,” Lord Mannulus said.

I watched as Umbra touched the mare, she whimpered and tried to scoot away, but he gently held her there. His own armor, a copy of Lord Sombra the Magnificent's which was black and silver, shined softly. After a moment he looked at us, and then specifically at Lord Mannulus.

“Her hips are broken, her reproductive organs have suffered tearing, brusing, and other signs of multiple rapes at one time. Her anus has split to the point that if she does not receive medical care she will die in a matter of hours. My Lord, she is on the brink of death.”

I watched as Lord Mannulus looked at Luna, “Tell me how far gone her mind is.”

She nodded and touched the mare. I watched as she screamed, fell back, and hugged Lord Mannulus tightly.

“They raped her for days! They killed her stallion, a human, and then they raped her for days! She’s in there, hurting, scared, and wishing for death,” Luna sobbed.

I watched as Lord Mannulus hugged her. His hands running soothingly down her back, trying to remove the hurt from what she had witnessed, and I felt so angry. For a moment I wanted those Orcs alive again

“Take her back to the temple, heal her, remove what memories you can, safely, and then make an offer to her. She may stay, become a servant, or we will let her go where she wants. If she chooses to go, make the suggestion of Oppidum. I believe a simple life may suit her well.”

Luna nodded, and slowly Umbra lifted her in his magic. To me it appeared that he did so ensuring that her hips would not be displaced any further. They stepped through the portal, and the moment they did it closed. Lord Mannulus stood, and there was a feeling of vengeful wrath rolling off of him. He stepped back outside, looking for another orc, but there wasn’t one. With no other choice we continued forward, and there ahead of us was a huge manor made of stone. Like the rest of the ruined city it looked to be long abandoned.

The smell of death and rott hung heaviest over it, and Lord Mannulus didn’t attempt to sneak into it. Instead he pulled his golden staff from a small portal, pointed it toward the door, and whispered a single door. It blew off of the hinges, and then slammed somewhere deeper into the manor itself. He stepped into it, not waiting, and I could hear him seething.

“I know you’re in here! Come out you bastards! Come out and face me! Face the very hell you’ve brought on yourselves!”

There was a low chuckle, and I jumped out of the way. The orc that landed was far larger than the others. It stood head and shoulders over Solar Flare, and she was about seven foot tall. Its loin cloth didn’t cover everything, and what I saw there was as big around as my thigh and it smelled so bad I wanted to gag.

“Puny meat has brought a new female, I will breed her, make new orcs, eat puny meat, maybe let puny meat see me breed female before I eat,” it said.

“Like hell you will,” Lord Mannulus said. I watched as he cast a lower tier magical spell only for it to reflect off of the orc. It laughed, and then Lord Mannulus grinned, “So, you’re strong enough to take it huh? Okay, fine, Dragon’s Breath!”

The moment he cast it Lord Mannulus ripped away the woolen mask and opened his mouth. A bout of green flame shot out of it. I watched as it covered the large orc, and it screamed. It ran back, trying to hide, only I wasn’t going to let it. I flew toward it, igniting my sword, and I slashed it hard, at the groin, and I was met with the sound of a wet slap as what he tortured that poor with hit the floor. He screamed, his voice rising an octave, and then I jammed my sword into his head. I twisted it, and let go. He stumbled, fell, and I walked over to grab my sword. I pulled hard, and finally it came out. Lord Mannulus stepped up behind me.

“Lets check to see if there are anymore, if not then we can search this place over and see if there is anything worth taking.”

Ruined City - Abandoned Manor - Lord Mannulus’ P.O.V.

What the Orcs had done affected me more than I wanted to admit. There was a primal urge inside of me screaming that I hunt down every single orc, every last one, not just the ones here, and exterminate them. That part of me was demanding blood for what happened to that mare. I didn’t know her, she wasn’t part of those I considered close to me, but regardless that part of me burned in fury. What I did to that giant orc was nothing compared to what I wanted to do. Part of me wondered how much of that was from the way I created Mannulus.

I wondered if that could be it, could that be the reason, but the more I thought about it the more I felt the same. Before coming here I would have been upset, and I would have wanted the ones responsible to be taken in, but I don’t think that I would want to destroy them all. At least I hoped that I wouldn’t have wanted to destroy them all. In truth I didn’t know. It made me wonder how much of myself I had lost. I still remembered things from before, but my moral compass was far different. I still knew good and evil, but my definitions of them had changed.

Evil was anything that hurt another for no reason. They hadn’t been provoked, they weren’t acting in self defense, but instead they were acting out of malice. They hurt and attacked because they could. Thinking of it made my blood boil, and it caused me to feel the need to lash out, but instead I calmed myself. I didn’t want to lose control with Rainbow near me. Instead we began to search the manor. The building was huge, and there were dozens of rooms. I noticed that a good many of them had been used to stuff various body parts, but as we continued I found the entrance to the basement. Going down I found it less macabre and something far more interesting. I commanded a light, and there before us were satchels of gold, jewels, armor that wasn’t ruined, and even a sword with a dark blade. Walking toward it I could feel the odd power rolling off of it. The blade was magical, that much was certain, but what kind of magic I wasn’t sure. I cast a detection spell, and from that I could tell that it dealt with monsters, but how I still didn’t know. I would need to be back at the temple, and there I could use some of the artifics we had that would let me run a much better test on it.

I looked at Rainbow and together we began gathering up the loot. I looked at one of the bags, and the idea came to me. I could create a bag of holding, which would allow me to carry massive amounts of materials, and it would never be any heavier. I found the strongest looking bag, and I began to weave the magic into it. After a moment the entire opening turned black, and then I dropped a single jewel into it. I reached inside, and after a moment the coin came out with my hand. I dropped the coin inside, turned it upside down, and tapped the bottom of the bag.

When I did this the coin dropped out on its own. It was good enough, and so we began filling it up with the treasure and armor. It took us hours to fill the bag, and when we were done the bag of holding was starting to bulge out. Taking the next best bag I could find I repeated what I had done, and we had a second bag of holding. Much like the first we tried to fit everything into it. When we had finished filling the two bags of holding up we stuffed the remainder of the gold into my pockets, and then we began the trek back to the city of Flumen Subjicite.

Most of the trip back was mostly uneventful. There had been a small group of thieves, but a fire spell cast behind them was enough to make them decide that it would be far better for them to find a different mark. Upon arriving we made our way toward the guild, and both of us realized the time. We had to hope the guild was open, and if so that they would direct us toward an inn that would take us.

Getting back we saw the guild was closed, but Cynthia was outside. She waved us down.

“I didn’t expect to see you back this soon. I hoped I’d see you again, but I was expecting it to take a little longer,” she said.

I looked at her, “We didn’t mess around. After we rested for the night we took out the Orcs. In the process we did find quite a bit of armor, loot, and a couple of weapons.”

She nodded, “Okay, I’m not going to reopen the guild for the night, but just down the street is Ferocactus’ inn. He’s a decent guy, and I’m pretty sure he will rent a room to you for about six copper pieces,” she said as she handed me six pieces.

“We could pay,” I started to say, but she shook her head, “Call it an advance on tomorrow. Go in, get a room, and I will come and get you in the morning.”

We made our way into the room, and once inside Rainbow and I settled down. The bed was soft enough, although the room was practically heaven compared to the abandoned house we had slept in the night before. I felt Rainbow snuggle up to me, getting her body as close as she could before she fell asleep. I watched her, admiring her lithe form, and then I too felt the siren’s call of sleep.

The morning brought an awakening by a small grasswalker jumping onto the bed and shouting good morning to us. I held my tongue, slowly got up, and was soon followed by Rainbow. We looked at Cynthia who took a seat at the table. I took the first bag, turned it over, and tapped the bottom. When I did the the treasure began spilling out. For the next ten minutes it spilled onto the floor, under the table, and around it a good deal until I tapped it again. She looked at the amount of gold and jewels there.

“There’s more in there, and the other bag is just as full.”

She nodded, “Okay, well you’ve certainly earned yourself a silver ranking. Let's gather this up, put it back in there, and then we’re going to go back to the guild, into the vault, and we will take ten percent there. After that I would suggest that you take that and put it somewhere safe.”

“We have somewhere safe where it can be stored,” I stated, “some of the weapons we acquired there are in need to some slight repair but nothing that can’t be handled.”

“Oh, really?” Cynthia asked, “I was going to suggest a local blacksmith…”

“Is he affiliated with the guild?” Rainbow asked.

“She is, and she gives excellent discounts to guild members.” Cynthia answers, “but you sound like you have someone else you prefer?”

I nod and reply, “I know a blacksmith who handles magical items and weapon repair. I will need his services to assess a piece of gear we found in the abandoned manor. I am unsure if your blacksmith will have the requisite skill to do so.”

“Good point,” Cynthia said, “Elota is many things as a blacksmith but she isn’t trained in working magical weapons and armor.”

Cynthia then stood and we followed likewise.

“Well, not time like the present. Come on; I want to see if we can get the guild treasurer to eat their scales!”

Wainwright the Wearys’ P.O.V.

Oppidium Village

It had been a quiet morning thus far. Miia and I had slept in, considering that the night before we spent a harrowing few hours dealing with some reticent goblins in Old Man Riccio’s wheat field. Miia had herself wrapped around me, which was fine because she was laid out in the line of the sunlight. She warmed up like a campfire, so I was nice and toasty given how cold I was last night. I think I was dreaming of cottage cheese and midget mud wrestling until a knocking came at the door.

“Excuse me,” a woman’s voice said, “is this the home of Wainwright the Weary?”

“Fuck me,” I groaned and this was enough to stir Miia.

“Oh, will I ever, Darling!”

“Tempting,” I moaned, “but we have a visitor. Could you see them, please, while I get dressed?”

“Of course, Darling,” Miia said, uncoiling herself from around my body, “and then later, I will ravage you within an inch of your life.”

“Again, tempting,” I murmured, then dragged myself from bed to make me presentable.

In the fifteen minutes that I was preparing myself, I heard snippets of conversation between Miia and a local farmer woman named Aelo. From what I could hear of the talk, she needed a hedge wizard to see if her farmland was going bad or been cursed.

As I finished up with my clothing, I began to wonder what kind of curses one could lay upon a plot of land. Most curses were directed at living targets, though technically speaking, plants are living things. Even so, a curse would require certain conditions to be met in order to activate, or at least those that I knew would need that.

Finally dressed, I strode in the sitting room with Miia and the half elf woman, Aelo talking somberly. When the farmer saw me, she stood swiftly, performed a bow, then spoke with a breaking voice.

“Wainwright the Weary, I have need of a hedge wizard,” she spoke, “my crops are disappearing and I know not the reason why. That farm is my livelihood! If I cannot get a proper harvest in before the Autumn breaks upon these lands, I could starve! Please help me. I have coins for recompense.”

“Madame,” I started, “if your very livelihood is in your farm, then you need those coins more than I do. That said, you should hold onto them; you’ll need them later. That said, I am on the case. I promised Lord Mannalus that i would help around the village and that exactly what I intend to do.”

As she fumbled her words to say thanks, she hugged me. I looked towards Miia and she wore an understanding and sympathetic face. Time to prove myself…