Sellsword Ch. 01

"Grab the mugs, and show me your room." I said to her.

She was gasping, and moaning getting over what I had just done to her, but soon found her bearings. She picked up the mugs, and we crossed the large room to one of the private rooms the girls used, and she led me inside.

It was small barely bigger than a privy, but still it served it's purpose with a bed in the corner, and a tabletop with a candle burning away.

I put my napsack down in the corner of the room, and with her back to me I put my pouch of gold and coins away, in a secreted pouch of my napsack. It wasn't obvious, unless you knew where to look, and I sealed it shut with some string. I stood up and saw the girl laying on her back on the bed, still clothed. I removed my armour, and leather tunic but kept my leather breaches, shirt and my boots on, as I was not planning to stay the night here. I would fuck this girl, and find an Inn to sleep in, somewhere I could lock myself safely inside, and know no one would take my gold.

"Take off your skirts, keep the corset and stockings on, girl." I told her throwing the last piece of my tunic on top of my napsack.

She quickly pushed the loose skirt down over her legs, until she was naked down below, with the exception of her grey stockings, and ankle boots. She only wore her corset now, and I could see she had a flat tummy, and a perfect body.

I climbed the bed, with my cock fully erect sticking out of my breaches and pulled her close, to kiss her open mouth.

She had obviously bathed, there was a sweet smell of pine, and roses to her body, and her mouth tasted of the spiced ale, but also cinnamon which I know girls at this brothel drink a tea with it, to clean their mouths before their next customer.

I kissed her open mouth, finding her cunt again I shoved two of my fingers inside her, as she arched her back and threw her head back and moaned.

I did this for a few minutes, moaning and grunting as she stroked my member in time with our kissing. I quickly stood next to the bed, and pulled the redhead girl to the edge of the bed, pushing her down on her back, as her head hung over the edge of the bed.

"Open wide." I told her, and aimed my cock-head to her open, quivering lips.

She dutifully kept her mouth open, as I shoved my member inside her warm, wet, welcoming mouth.

She knew how to swallow a cock, as she only gagged slightly as my cock-head pressed against the back of her young throat.

Her perfect, curvy body bounced on the bedding, as I thrust my cock in and out her young mouth, my balls slightly swinging and touching her chin.

I knew I was close, I hadn't been with a woman in weeks and knew this moment could not last before I exploded in this young girl's mouth, probably being spent for the next ten minutes at least.

I pulled my cock free of her mouth, and stepped back.

"On your hands and knees, I am going to stick your hole with my cock." I said harshly, in the throes of sexual aggression and lust.

She obediently, for coin of course moved around on the bed, with her bare, pink bottom aimed at me she positioned herself on her hands and knees for me.

I moved onto the bed behind her, on my knees and placed my cock-head at her gaping, pink slit and pressed forward, sliding inside her warm hole.

"Oh, by the Gods of stone and snow." She gasped, as I filled her womanhood with my manhood; she was praying to the Northern Gods, Goddess Rylar of stone, and her god and God Forak of the snow.

We never took their great names in vain, and swore to them before battle for luck in surviving, and living another day.

I took hold, a strong hold of her long red hair and pulled on them like the reigns of a horse, and rammed in and out of her sopping, wet slit. Her hole was warm, wet and inviting for me.

I hammered into her with my rod, for a while, I think maybe touching on ten minutes as her body swayed, swung and bounced in time with my thrusts. Eventually however, a man cannot last forever, I grunted and came inside her, flooding her womanhood with my seed.

It dripped out of her worn, and used hole onto her stockings and the bedding. I took a few moments to regain my breath, and slipped out of her with my cock.

I began to dress again, with my tunic and eventually my armour and cloak.

"Keep the ale, you've earned it and the Sovereign." I said simply, and dressed I turned to leave as she began to pull her skirt back on.

I left the room, closing the door behind me, and making my way out of the establishment to find an Inn to sleep in.

Out in the clear air, the night was setting in, with a dark blue sky. I was about to walk towards the area of the city that housed it's Inns, when suddenly a bell tolled. It was a warning bell, that tolled when the city was under-attack or siege. But Kirkston was neutral, meaning the only people stupid enough to attack the city were reapers, and raiders from the island of Orkley. An island that was not under the control of the Terrarian Throne down South, it was an independent country, known for raping, reaving and pillaging raiders. They would cross the small sea between the Eastern coast, and attack Northern towns and villages.

The last time Kirkston was attacked by these raiders was more than a year ago, and they were pushed back before they entered it's walls.

The Captain of the guard, who was at the gates when I walked through ran past but stopped in front of me.

"We need your help, the city walls will fall unless we have enough men to repel this attack." He told me.

"It is Orkley raiders, correct?" I asked.

He nodded.

"I dont' fight for free, Captain." I said, turning to leave.

"The city Council will pay you for your services, sellsword. They keep promises." He told me, getting angry at the idea of trying to negotiate with a mercenary.

I sighed, and turned back to the Captain.

"I'll need a sword." I said.

The Captain had another young man next to him, one of the city's guards who threw me his short-sword. It was simple made, like my own; the guard who gave me it took another from his sword-belt.

"They're pushing in from the main gates, about a dozen of them on foot. No horsemen seen yet, but they could be out there."

I listen to the Captain's assessment of the situation, and putting my napsack on my back, I gripped the short-sword I was given.

"Orkley raiders only number about twenty to thirty men usually, on their raids. One force pushing from the front, and the other split in two attacking from the rear. Post your men to each of those areas, forget the back. Those walls are too sturdy for them to push through, so just post some archers up there. Bring the rest of your men to the front, and both rears of the city's walls." I said, knowing my stuff.

I had fought the Orkley raiders before, both on Northern ground and their own soil, when we pushed back a relatively large invasion about five years ago, when they attacked with just over two hundred men, but we pushed them back to the Eastern Coast and they fled on their ships back to Orkley. But we followed them, pursued them and landed on their Western coastline.

We didn't push too far in land, since we knew we were outnumbered on their own land, but we did attack and torch some of their fishing villages, before sailing back home. We made it clear, just like they could attack and raid our lands, we could do the very same to them too.

These raids and attacks were never carried out by more than thirty of their men, usually one shipload of their forces, and they knew how to separate them into smaller groups to harass us, and such. It meant we had to know where they would attack, and pick them off from a distance.

Orkley raiders were ferocious, and merciless fighters only bested by far Northern warriors like my own Clan, and others like mine. They grow up hard on Orkley, with barely any resources to sell or use, they are dependant on fishing and trading with that for what they need, and it's never with Terraria of course.

The Captain, looked me up and down.

"You're from the Northern coast, aren't you?" He asked me.

I nodded simply, keeping eye contact.

"Glad you're here then, you know how to deal with these bastards." The Captain said smiling, maybe knowing I was from the Northern Clans far North, he felt a little bit more confident in beating these raiders back.

"Alright, troop with me. The rest of you, go with this sellsword." The Captain shouted, to be heard over shouting and screaming.

The troop of guards left to me were only five men, and most were young, ill-experienced and new to any form of battle. Even the last time Kirkston was attacked over a year ago, they were pushed back by a larger force since a Terrarian Princess was visiting the city, and staying overnight that there were over thirty well-trained Royal guards, Knights and soldiers to bolster the city's forces. Now we were lucky if Kirkston had fifty ill-trained, and inexperienced guardsmen protecting it.

Most could barely hold a sword, even one young blonde lad could barely stand straight without shaking; the Captain had taken the best men, and left me with the horse's arse remaining.

"Right, we'll take the Eastern rear, they'll be attacking there and the Western rear. We'll move from one to the other, let's go." I said running ahead at a trot, to reach the city's Eastern walls followed the young guards.

We soon reached the walls, and there were two guardsmen firing bolts from crossbows down over the wall at their attackers. We joined them climbing the walls by it's stairs and stood shoulder to shoulder with the crossbow men.

"We're here to assist, the Captain sent us." I told one of them, a big, burly bearded man who wielded the crossbow in his hands.

"Took your fucking time didn't you's." He said, before firing another bolt over the wall.

"How many are there, down there?" I asked him.

"Maybe a dozen, or less. They're not stupid, they're moving from cover to cover so our bolts and arrows aren't doing any good." He told me.

"They're Orkley raiders, this is their bread and butter raids. They have a system, and routine to follow. They know they'll be outnumbered by the city's guards, so they'll pick you off at a distance, until only a handful of guards still hold the city gates, and it's walls before they push on to overtake you. You need to turn that routine against them, rout them every time they come close, and move a small group outside to face them. They'll be too busy hiding from your bolts and arrows, to notice anyone attacking them. I'll lead the attacking force, while you hold this wall with the last three remaining, and I'll take two of them. Got that?" I said, giving orders now, since I knew what to do in this situation more than this crossbow man.

"Fare enough, you take lead. See you don't get yourself fucking killed out there." He said, before firing another bolt over the wall.

I took that as my cue to leave, and ordered three of the young guards to stay on the wall, before picking two men out who seemed more seasoned, or at least better trained than the other three.

One of the two men I took with me, told me that a portcullis was nearby that opened only from inside the walls, to get outside safely if the city was under siege. He led us there, and with a pull of a winch the gate opened and we stepped through.

The hidden gate was hidden away by a growth of weeds, and shrubbery that I knew from a distance, meant you couldn't see a gate behind it. We pushed through it, and in the distance a few yards away we could see several of the raiders, hiding behind trees, boulders and old ruin walls, from the guards atop the walls.

"Let's move." I said clutching the short-sword by it's grip, with both hands as I kept low on my knees as we moved towards the raiders.

I came up behind one, who was too busy barking something in his native Orkley tongue to his friends, as I shoved my sword into his back, and pulled it up severing his spine, I pulled the sword free and he fell dead to the ground.

With blood on my sword, I moved quick to another raider who hadn't noticed his friend behind killed, and struck him with my sword to the back of his legs. He let out an agonizing scream of pain, as he toppled onto his back on the floor before I put the end of my sword through his neck, killing him instantly.

Now the other raiders noticed, about eight of them, and turned to face us behind their cover; I shouted out to the guards who I were leading into battle.

"Give these bastards hell!" I shouted, charging forward holding my sword.

One of the raiders broke from cover, and a bolt tore through the back of his skull and the tip of the bolt poked out through his eye. He dropped dead, flopping limply to the ground.

I came up to face one of the raiders, who was wielding a War Hammer in his massive, hands that looked like the paws of a bear. He swung his hammer sideways me, narrowly missing me as I side-stepped away, and before he could swing again I darted forwards and slashed his arm with the sword.

He screamed in pain, and I took the chance to slice his throat clean through by a an inch or more. He gurgled, and fell dead on the floor, the hammer made a clanging sound as it hit some rocks.

More raiders broke cover, forgetting about the bowmen and crossbow men on the walls in order to face me and the other two guardsmen.

It was too good to hope, that all three of us would survive this attack; and that was proven right, when one of the men who came with me was struck down by a spear from by one of the raiders.

It's edged tip tore through the young man's tunic that bore the Kirkston city emblem, he looked young, and had barely grown out his beard. He was dead the moment the spear had gone through his chest.

Just me and the other guy left, but our luck came as a few more raiders were stuck down by bolts and arrows leaving just three raiders left for us to face, who were hiding behind cover.

I darted from cover to cover, in case the three raiders remaining had bows, and found one trying to pull free his bow from his back, I didn't give him a chance as I shoved my sword through his mouth, and he flopped dead against the tree behind him.

Quickly I moved again, from tree to tree, and as I was about to take on another man; he was killed by a bolt through the heart. One man left, and I saw him fighting the last guard who came with me, I wanted to intervene and save him the trouble of fighting a more seasoned enemy, but his life was cut short as his head was chopped from his body, and bounced away. His killer, the last Orkley raider there was wielding a War Axe, and upon seeing me he recognised me as a far North-man. From the Clans he and his people fought regularly, and were challenged by us in experience, and battle.

Even though Orkley native tongue was recognisable, since it wasn't the Common Tongue spoken in Terraria, he managed to say one thing to me in a snarl.

"Northman!"

I didn't care for it, and ran forwards swinging my sword at him, as it came into contact with his axe. There was a scraping of metal, and I shoved him back and before giving him a chance to attack me again, remembering how he killed that young guard I did the same back and sliced his head from his neck. His head bounced, landing on the floor and the rest of him followed landing on the floor, not moving.

"Raider." Was all I said, almost in a whisper to the dead man.

I turned around, and waved up at the wall, to signal the raiders were all dead and dealt with on this side of the city walls.

We made our way back to the hidden gate in the wall, and luckily one of the guards on the wall was standing near it, he opened it by it's winch and we were back inside the city walls.

The Captain who had 'hired' me in the defence of the city ran up to me, breathing hard and sweating.

"They broke through the Western rear, we've fallen back. Those at the main gate were beaten back, but they're are at least several of them inside our walls."

This Captain was as incompetent as a Holy man in a brothel, I shouted at him.

"How in the hells did you fucking get pushed back, I told you to stay on the walls and keep them behind cover!"

The Captain flinched, but tried to find some ground with me.

"Listen, I did what you told us to do! But there were more on the Western rear than the amount you faced here, we didn't have enough guards to fire bolts or arrows over the wall, so they punched through."

The Captain was right, I was blaming him for doing exactly as I told him; I hadn't thought if there were more attackers on the rear he was fighting at, and it was clearly evident on his face he had tried his best.

"They scaled the wall, after we were forced to retreat. Now they're in the brothel area, who knows what they're doing to the people there!"

He was right, the brothel area; where I had just come from before Kirston was attacked. The redhead girl, I hoped the girl was smart enough to find somewhere to hide and wait out the attack. I may not have known the young girl's name, but I didn't wish any harm to her, or to any innocents.

"Right, if those raiders at the main gate have been repelled it just leaves those in the brothel section. Let's go, before they start raping and killing the people there." I said simply, patting the Captain on his arm to encourage him to follow me with the remainder of his troop her had left.

He followed with his fellow guardsmen, as we entered the brothel district of the city where I had been less than an hour ago, having had sex with one of the pretty working-girls.

We arrived, to see buildings aflame having been torched by the Orkley raiders, others were dragging women from the brothels to rape them, we moved towards them first to save them from the fate. I took one raider by surprise as he tried to drag a brunette woman into one of the dark alleyways, I pierced his heart with my sword through his back.

The Captain did his share of fighting, killing one raider who was trying to drag an older woman aside to have his way with her; until the Captain had severed an arm and his head from his body.

There were only four raiders left, all of them had given up on dragging their unwilling victims aside to violate them to fight us. The fighting was brutal, these raiders were more seasoned than the ones I had fought on the eastern walls. Wearing animal furs, and leather armour they wielded long broadswords, and war axes.

But I was just as seasoned as them, and trained and nurtured by the harsh environment I too was born into.

Eventually all were dead, except one and as I turned to face him he was holding hostage; a blonde girl I had seen in the brothel earlier on. He had his dagger to her throat, grunting and shouting at me in his native Orkley tongue.

"Let her go!" I shouted at him in my own common tongue.

He wasn't listening, and snarled at me with his rotting teeth as he held the dagger to her throat.

Trying to communicate to him, I spoke in some very basic Orkley tongue I had learnt fighting them. I told him to let her go one more time, in his own language when he simply laughed, and then he did it; as the young girl began to cry he drew the dagger across her throat.

"No!"

But it was no use, I had seen innocents die so much in my life, that it was pointless to think shouting would change what had happened.

She was gone, and she was not coming back; as he threw her to the floor. I charged forward, overwhelmed in anger, I turned my sword pointed at his chest, and drove it through his furs and armour killing him instantly.

He stopped breathing, and I was holding up his body with the sword; I pushed him off of my sword, and he fell limp to the floor.

I was breathing hard, as the screaming and shouting had died down; the Captain had somehow moved over to me and placed his hand on my shoulder trying to comfort me as I looked down at the young woman, a wasted life.