Purple Smoke filled the room. It was emanating from the center of the room, from a hanging pot above a low fire. A underground cooking spit lay in the center of the room, four and a half feet away from each wall. The room was quite small only hold two beds and a water basin in the corner. The door was slightly ajar, letting in quiet ambient noises of the remaining portion of the building. Laying in one of the animal fur cover beds was Jeanie, awake and analyzing her surroundings. Recognizing no immediate threat, she sat up slowly and looked around more. The smoke in the room didn’t seem to be causing any ill effects to her body. She felt a lot better from earlier, but her back was a little sore. She moved her fur covering off of her and stood out of her temporary resting spot. She looking around more she noticed one scary thing. She was, from head to toe, completely naked.
Jeanie grabbed her blanket and folding it so it wouldn’t dangle, and get in her way in case she had to run, she wrapped it over herself. She fashioned it in a way that allowed her arms to be free and giving her legs full range of motion. The pseudo-dress hugged the high up her thighs, and if she flexed one way too far, her private area would be exposed. Her breasts weren’t covered any better. One jump and out they would come. She tested that already, but found no solution that was as efficient as what she had now. She decided that her best option would be to look around and find out what happened. John wasn’t anywhere nearby so she wanted to find him too. Jeanie took a few steps to the fire and took the log poker in her right hand. Ready as she’ll ever be, Jeanie walks cautiously to the door and opens in slowly.
The first thing she saw when she opened the door was a hallway filled with noble looking people walking to and fro. Some walking into doors, some walking out, mild chatter filled the corridor. A few people standing in a group, all women dressed elegantly, saw Jeanie open the door, and were murmuring amongst themselves. It seemed pointless at the time, but they were talking about “ the savage girl, the Mayor found, after that evil group attacked her”. Jeanie not liking being stared at by more and more people, closed the door, and sat on the bed, figuring that if she was in an area like this, that someone would come find her eventually. No sooner did she finish that thought, two guardsmen dressed in medium armor, with blue clothes, and capes to match walked into the room she was in. Jeanie stood, speechless, as the first guard through the door snapped his fingers, and motioned for Jeanie to follow him. She took a few steps forward, and the guard behind the first put his hand on his sword, which rested in its holster on his hip.
“ Drop the poker and let’s go already” he half shouted the Jeanie. Jeanie looked down and saw she still held it. She put it back were she found it and followed the guards out the door. The group Jeanie saw earlier talking about her and grown to twice its size, about 15 (16) people stood in the hall gocking at the little escort party the girl was receiving. Jeanie overheard something about dirty and little heathen, but paid no mind to it. This wasn’t the first time she’d been ridiculed by people who didn’t know her.
Walking down the hall, making their way through the crowd Jeanie had only one thing on her mind.
“ Where’s John?” Jeanie asked the guard ahead of her. He paid no mind to her and continued walking. She wanted to stop, but when she slowed down a bit, the guard behind her placed his hand on her back, to let her know to keep walking. Jeanie really didn’t like this. She had no idea where she was, no idea where John was. She had no clue what to do, and it scared her. She had a plan for everything. At least she thought she did, but those creatures… they were never part of her daily life. She never thought about them at all. Hell, she didn’t even know they existed.
“Will you please, at least tell me where we are going?” Jeanie pleaded but that question was moot, because as soon as she asked, they turn a corner and stopped at very large double doors. The head guard knocked an odd knocking pattern and waited.
* KNOCK KNOCK...KNOCK...KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
Jeanie committed that pattern to memory. Both doors opened into a large room but Jeanie couldn’t see it past the guard. He then proceeded in the room, Jeanie following to avoid being pushed again. Jeanie poked her head out past the guard to look at the room.
High ceiling, chandeliers, throne surrounded by other regal looking chairs. Large wooden stadium like seats. Banners and flags draped on all four walls. Torches lit every five feet. Definitely a royal or noble palace. What intrigued Jeanie the most was the tall, muscular, figure sitting in the chair next to the throne. He had a brown beard at least a foot long, and light brown hair, like Jeanie’s. He was wearing dark colored, light studded leather armor, and smiling a mile wide, and watching the figure in the throne. Seated in the throne next to the man was a small light brown haired boy, skinny from malnutrition but dress decently.
“ JOHN!” Jeanie yelled running past both guards, and making her way to the throne.
“JEEJEE!” John scrambled out of the throne, and jumped to his sister. She embraced him so lovingly and started sobbing lightly.
“Are you okay? Did anyone hurt you?” Jeanie asked wary of the man sitting in the chair staring at them both, smiling widely still.
“ No, I’m okay, no one hurt me. They found us and helped us, JeeJee.” John said defensively.
“He’s correc', we did. When we found ya both, ya had passed out and John was too scared to move. We came to your aid the momen' those damned monsters left.” the tall figure stated without breaking eye contact.
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“Well...thank you.” Jeanie, still holding John, held out one hand to shake the man’s. He stood and shook Jeanie’s hand, with a firm grasp.
“What good is being a Guard Cap’ain, if eh don’t help people who need it? Meh name is Sean Finigan Carmichael. Nice to finally speak with ya, Jeanie.” Sean introduced himself. He was being very friendly, a little too friendly. He was young, handsome, and a well known warrior throughout the region. Jeanie, didn’t know this of course, being homeless, and ‘savage’, she didn’t get a lot of news. She didn’t care if he was flirting, that she could deal with. She didn’t trust him because after all, he was a stranger. She didn’t know what she had to do, or say to leave, but she wanted to fast.
“Eh believe teh Duke wanted ta speak with ya about your experience wit those damned monsters, if yeh don mind, lass.” Sean said telling her more than asking. She also realized what he just said. He said Duke, not Mayor, he said duke. Jeanie really wanted to just leave but she didn’t want to offend someone with that much authority. Wait, where in the gods’ holy names were they?
“ Where are we?” Jeanie asked immediately.
“Well, girl, you stand in Castle NewFont, at te heart of te city of Tall King Mountain.” Sean stated quite proudly.
“ Talking mountain?” Jeanie asked, confused due to Sean’s accent. What a weird way to talk she thought to herself.
“ Tall. King. Mountain, lass. ya need to get yur eers checked” Sean stated dejectedly
The double doors to the hall opened just as before, and who stepped them was surely a sight to behold. A young man, no older than Jeanie stepped through followed by 12 guards all in blue and medium armor. He wore regal blue and white clothes, with cape longer than himself dragging behind him. He had blonde curly hair, and bronzed skin.He was fat, too. Odd. Upon his head rested a crown decorated with at least 21 jewels, all the same size, different colors. Jeanie was absolutely in love… with the crown. This little shit could fuck off. She didn’t like authority, every since she was run out of her home by guardsmen and fellow villagers. She didn’t like the look on the little shit’s face. Smiling wide with eyes crazy like a hag’s. He gave her the chills. She let John on the floor and presented herself the the boy. She guessed he was probably the duke of the region so she showed him respect.
“I see you are awake now, milady.” the little fucking weirdo spoke up. He was staring at Jeanie like she was the most attractive girl in the world, and it weirded her the fuck out.
“Yes, I am.” she spoke in a quiet timid voice intentionally.
“ I have a proposition for you, if you would kindly have a seat. Sean, keep two guards here, but take the rest with you as you leave.” The pudge little fuck stated looking at the captain.
“ As you wish, Your Grace.” Sean complies after bowing slightly to Duke ‘little shit’.
Sean walks out of the throne room with ten of the twelve guards, as instructed.
“So about my proposition, I was curious to know, how long you have lived out in the wilderness, upon my land?” the fat boy asked while standing no less than 3 feet away from Jeanie, who was still standing, not sure what to think about this.
“ For about three years, not by choice though.” Jeanie said acting timid and frail.
“We didn’t have a home.” John interjects
“Well, I would ask that you do me a favor.” fat fuck states
“What kind of favor?” Jeanie askes suspiciously
“Would you… help me get the fuck out of here? I don’t even want to be duke. My father died, and I was the only child he had, so they made me this way, and I don’t want to be. I just want to adventure like I read about in the books.” The duke fervently, quickly, and quiet enough the guards don’t hear him. Jeanie steps back and thinks for a moment.
“Do you have any weapons in here?” Jeanie states. The guards hearing this, both grab their sword handles, but didn't draw them.
“ I just wanted to see how good of a sword fighter he is. Calm down.”
“I have some sparring swords, in that closet over here.” the boy says as he walks over to one of the doors in the back of the room.
He grabbed two wooden swords, and walked back handing one to Jeanie. She readied herself in a fighting stance. The boy did the same and they stared at each other for a second before Jeanie leapt forward, swinging hard, and knocking the sword out of the boy’s hand. He let out a slight complaint, to which the two guards stifled chuckles. The bent down grabbed his sword, and stated he wanted another go. She Jeanie jumped forward again, and swung, the boy reacted too slowly, and got hit in the arm with the sword. He let out another complaint.
“Oh, come now, I’m not being too vicious am I?” Jeanie teased. She had a lot of anger built up, and now had someone to take it out on. She wanted this boy to understand that not everyone is gonna be nice to him just because he’s royalty.
“What are you the Duke of again?” Jeanie continued while circling him. A crazed look in her eye.
The boy duke swung angrily and missed entirely, Jeanie seeing the opening, slapped the boys belly with the flat of her sword, making and audible *SMACK* sound that sounded like it hurt. The boy let out another yelp.
A few minutes later, Jeanie smacked his stomach for the 23rd time. The boy finally had enough.
“Okay, I give.” he remarks huffing and puffing.
“If you think that was rough, what makes you think you could go adventuring in the real world? You honestly believe that you could survive a day out there by yourself?” Jeanie said with seething hatred for the naive boy.
“You don’t think I could get strong enough?” The Duke askes dejectedly, and hurt his fancy thinks him weak.
“I don’t think you’d be able to get strong enough to get out of bed without help.” she spits back at him.
“Okay, I think you need to get some fresh air young lady.” Sean shouts into the room as he enters with a single guard. It turns out after the 13th time of fuck head getting hit, one of the guards went and got Sean.
“Good idea.” Jeanie hisses as she throws the sword down.
After some comforting from his Captain/bestfriend and a good day of Duke-ing like he did. The Duke went to sleep in his royal bed, in his royal room, sleeping in his royal pajamas. Little did he know that a certain someone would sneak in his room in the middle of the night, and steal his crown, and then run away with her brother, sneaking past everyone easily, straight out of town.
Henrik Randel III ( little shit fuck)
(Duke of Castle NewFont)Tall King Mountain
STR 9
WIS 10
AGI 8
CHR 10
CON 9
FRT 8
INT 16
WILL 4