MOTDE: Grab your sword and rush to the scene of the battle B1B1
From Create Your Own Story
"Troll-shit! How did the fucking goblins get lose!?" you yell in fuming frustration as you fumble to get your dick back in your pants. "Rainye follow me!" you command as you leave the wagon with sword draw. The guards posted by the wagon see you rushing out and follow in all haste.
You sprint after the messenger who leads you to a wagon that has tipped over. The cage doors have flown open and wild, frenzied goblins are attacking the guards as they try to get to the surface-elven pussy. One chain-gang of female slaves have been attacked and are being wrestled to the ground where they are fucking in every hole by the rampaging goblins. The drow guards fight to both slay the goblins and to prevent the other chain-gangs from fleeing in panic.
You rush into the fray slashing wildly to kill as many goblins as possible with each swing of your blade. The guards rushing in behind you fight with almost equal vigor. But with the opportunity to stick their dicks into a elven-cunt and befoul their orifices with their beastly spunk the goblins have gone mad and are fighting to the death. The goblins whom have gotten their sickly disgusting erections into some elven fuckhole doesn't even take notice of the battle going on. They just fuck with all their power until some drow comes over to cut their head off.
As the last goblin is disemboweled you thoughts suddenly become clear and focus. Faylin. You rush back to your wagon not notifying anybody else. Stepping inside you are dumbstruck. Faylin is gone. The Queen is gone. Your sex-slave, and the one you where to bring to the competition, is nowhere to be found. You circle, looking at each corner of the wagon. You had her tied up and dripping cum in the center but now she´s gone. The statue and skull is still there, but no surface-Queen.
You dart outside. Not screaming. Not slashing wildly. Just looking frantically through the nearby wagons in search for your Queen. The other guards begin to return from the battle with the goblins and they see that something is wrong.
"High-Huntress? What´s wrong!?" Some of them call out.
The messenger who warned you about the goblins steps forward. There is a sly, smug smirk on her face. "Mistress Solaria sends her regards. By now the slave-Queen has already stepped through the teleportation portal and is safely in Velzaria. You have lost you stupid cunt! Mistress Solaria has stolen the surface-Queen from right under your nose. She will make you kneel and service her on your knees after this competition is over you fat piece of shit!"
Then she spits at you. The glob of saliva splashes into your chiseled face. You've just been spat at by the woman who fooled and robbed you of your most valuable possession. The rage is instantaneous and you slash at her head - cutting her head off in one clean sweep. But it won´t bring Faylin back.
Your guards realise your anger and say not a word. You hold your face in your hands, clawing at it, striking yourself in frustration. You bite your lip until it bleeds and scream several times without restraint.
Finally, after you don't know how long, Rainye takes the word, "High-Huntress, the last wagon steps through the teleportation gate now. It will soon close. We need to leave."
