Mud and shit (Horrible themes)

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Mud and shit (Horrible themes)

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Maztica was 'discovered' by Amnian explorers led by Captain-general Cordell and his Golden Legion in 1361 DR. Amn was quick to lay its claim to the land for trade benefits, establishing the port city of Helmsport, named after the deity Helm, some of whose followers began to migrate into the new land. The native peoples were devastated by foreign diseases and the ruthlessness of the invaders,

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No one had told him it would be this hot. It wasn't even a natural kind of hot that made metal burn against skin, or that would send steam rising from a wet deck. It was the kind of hot that made it hard to breathe. It was... wet hot.

Wet hot.

Being who he is, Vugrio Cordova immediately turned his thoughts towards a womans heat. It distracted him somewhat from the pain in his feet. Feet that were raw from weeks of marching in wet boots. They weren't even -his- boots, but belonged to a dead half orc. Another one that had gotten sick from nothing, then vomited and shit water until he died.

Not a good way to die. Vug hadn't known the ugly half orc well, but along with the others had picked his corpse clean. Little room for sentimentality when necesitity calls and ones boots had rotted out.

He pulled his feet from his boots, wincing at the pain, then at the sight. It only took a few moments before the mosquitos headed for the exposed flesh. Vug alternated keeping watch with squashing mosquitos, and cursing.

Just another night in Maztica, for the golden legion.

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This was followed by just another day, which meant marching in line, scorching breastplate and upturned helmet (his smelt like soup, it had doubled as a cooking pot a few nights earlier) becoming uncomfortable indeed. The long halberd over his shoulder had long since rubbed the skin raw. The prick of a captain from astride his horse wouldn't let him swap shoulders either.

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Helmsport. A dozen wooden buildings, and a multitude of tents and shanties. After weeks of marching with no action, they had returned to Helmsport for resupply. This also meant pay day. Vug stood in line with the other half orcs. They were made to wait while the humans were paid first. Two coins each, per day. The half orcs half that. Not only that but the half orcs were led out on longer marches, and given less food, and the worst tasks. Latrine drigging. Latrine cleaning. First line to take the spears and hatchets of the jaguar warriors.

For amnian half orcs, it was still a pretty good deal.

"...twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty. Less food, billet, taxes, and miscellaneous" the coinsman said, removing seven coins from the stack. "Next!"

Vug cradled his precious coins, finding shade outside underneath a tree. He counted them slowly turning over the freshly minted coins. Made with tribute gold from the Mazticans, and bearing symbols of helm and the golden legion. They would be out marching again in the morning, so he spent them all that evening. Potent liquor, a roast chicken, half a cucumber, and a very busy whore with a long line outside her small shack. "Next!"

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The third company would see action today. The third company being the lowest of the low. Which is to say, the company where the half orcs served. A local village was suspected of habouring hostile jaguar warriors, and they were being sent in to look for stashed weapons.

The human captain rode ahead on his grey charger. Behind him trod the half orcs, marching four abreast and nineteen deep, Maztica having claimed one in five already after only eight months. Around the village well they assembled before being dispatched to ransack the huts and gather the villagers. The villagers were herded out... all women, children, and elderly.

"Where were the men of fighting age?" yelled the captain through his interpreter. The villagers remained silent in the face of his anger. It was at this point that Vug returned, escorting an elderly woman on one arm, and carrying what was presumably her grandchild. A small baby swaddled in rough flax-fibered blanket.

"You there, soldier!" yelled the captain, pointing at Vug "Come here!" he shifted his finger to indicate a spot between the villagers and the assembled company. Vug started to hand the babe to the closest villager but was cut short "Bring the child!". Vug turned his head to regard the captain, his heart pounding. Reluctantly he drew the child back to his chest, and walked out to the spot indicated.

A hundred and forty three pairs of eyes watched him.

"One last chance!" bawled the captain from atop his charger. "Tell me where the men are, tell me where the weapons are hidden, and you can have the child back". The interpreter repeated the words in the chittering language of the locals. Vug looked down the child in his arms. It was asleep, and smelt vaguely of piss. Vug looked up the villagers who had not said a word, but huddled together, looking fearful. He then slowly turned his head to the captain who was glaring at everyone, Vug included. Behind him stood the other half orcs, who looked back at him. A few of his freinds shot him looks of concern. The bulk of them seemed bored.

"Well, their silence condemns them! Kill the child! Make an example for the savages!" commanded the captain to Vug.

"...sir?" Vug replied, looking back to the captain, who was sneering at the villagers. "Lift the godless little beast by it's legs, and swing it overhead. Dash it's brains out! Idiot!". With a heavy heart Vug looked down at the child which had just opened it's eyes to look back at him. For a long moment the village was completely quiet, until the child began to wail.

"I'm... sorry" whispered Vug, shifting his grip on the child.

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Vug escapes the flames on a burning ship. His evil shipmate Raven, tucked under his arm. Should he have let the witch burn?

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With the small hin tucked under his arm, Vug turned to run.

With the small child tucked under his arm, Vug turned to run.

The smoke stinging his nose, and choking his throat.

The humid air making it hard to breathe.

Behind him, he heard something collapse, then explode

Behind him, he could hear galloping hooves, and shouts of anger

He was hit hard, across the back, and sent sprawling.

He was hit hard, across the back, and sent sprawling.

Vug forced himself up, pushing the burning timber off. His precious cargo yet unharmed. He emerged into the blackness of the night, scarred.

Vug tried to force himself up, but was trampled, over and over, his precious cargo killed in a moment, frozen in his minds eye. He slips in blackness.
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Re: Mud and shit (Horrible themes)

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(love the pic, thanks
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