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"Good, see that it is Joel." She comments calmly before heading off and into her tent, glancing back at the forge being set up with a smirk. Pausing before entering she calls back. "I will need your services to craft armor worthy of knights of chaos once you are finished with my armor." She tells him before entering her tent.
Once inside she looks around before blinking in confusion at how she was addressed. Staring at the half elf she nods a little. "Heim... I see your manner has improved." She comments before glancing at Lorcag with a chuckle. "Pity I didn't get that Olaf to change you like he changed the champions of the three tribes I just absorbed." She comments. "How are his wounds?" She asks the half elf, motioning him to go back and tend the once champion of Chaos. "When he's stable or whatever it is you're doing here. I want you to spread word to everyone in the village, every warrior that is brave enough is welcomed to join a tournament to fight for the right to be in my honor guard, dressed in the arms and armor of chaos knights. The tournament will begin tomorrow and last until only 1 remains, spread out over the coming days. The last ten to stand will earn the right the winner with have a place at my side at all times as my second in battle." She tells the half elf before looking at Lorcag. Turning and dismissing Heim to do as instructed she walks over to the once warrior of Khorne.
"Lorcag, you are welcomed to fight in that tournament if you wish should your wounds be healed enough to fight. I tire of demeaning you, stripping you of your warrior spirit when the offer I can have is so much more fun. Shamans have seen the empire coming to sweep over the northern lands, only in such a war could you earn back the glory and honor you once possessed. But you will have to win that tournament and become my right hand. Fail to be the victor above all others you will lose everything of who and what you are. For when I capture Olaf I shall make him turn you into a woman, but not just any woman. Your muscles will be too weak to fight off even Heim here, you will become like a living doll, to be used and played with at anyone's whim and not only will you never be a warrior again but you'll never even look like the warrior you once was. I will take everything and turn you into a true whore for my army." She tells him her offer, finishing with a smile as she looms over him. "Will you risk what you have left for the chance to fight as a warrior again? To bring honor and glory to the dark gods? Nod if you agree." She tells him with a sinister smirk.
A succubus. Poor misunderstood young ladies... they just want a little bit of love, little bit of death. Just like the rest of us -Gnarl
"Beware the Users of "Yo" I've got a big hammer to hit you with upon it's use" - Mel