Nine Months Later

'Jesus, these guys just can't take the hint. Can they?' I thought to myself as I slew the last caribou soldier that was standing right before me. I dodged the last two attacks he made at me before diving in for the kill. He was carrying a small, two-bladed axe that he was attacking me with. He swings downwards towards me hoping to cleave me in two, but I managed to easily dodge that attack by stepping to the left. He must have figured out what he did wrong because his eyes widened. I then brought one of my swords down on his hand, severing said hand before he could attack me. He screamed while he held the stump that was his hand. I quickly brought both my swords and plunged them into his chest. His face was conjured in pain and surprise. I pulled my swords out of his chest and he fell down on my feet dead. 'I know that he is their king and all, but they have to catch on by now that Dainn doesn't even care about them anymore. Hell, I gave them a lot of chances to surrender.' Honestly, I admire their bravery for what its worth. Sure, they were serving a tyrant that might be the biggest asshole in history, but I have to give it to them. They were either real believers in him being some sort of god, fighting to preserve their race, or they were scared shitless of him.

Consider the few caribou I met during the war, it was more on the latter.

After the little fight in the bathhouse, I continued my way across the city to the northern gate where my forces are assaulting it with everything they got. Along the way, I saw some caribou in one place or another. I was surprised to see caribou around the places I've been since entering this city. To think they would be at the northern gate defending against my forces. Come to think of it, there were some that had some beat-up armor and bloody bandages around every body part. This leads me to believe that these caribou were either abandoning the battle and thinking its a lost cause, trying to rob a store before fucking off somewhere else, or they were probably some sort of back-up militia that was awaiting orders. Besides the ones that I've encountered in the temple and the bathhouse, there wasn't a single commander that I have seen so far.

'That could have explained why they were surprised when they found me.' I rummaged through their armor to see if there was anything of worth. Besides some gold coins, a few health potions, and a penchant, there wasn't anything else. I was hoping one of them was a mage of sorts that forgot to cast spells when I surprised them. 'That last attack on the bathhouse nearly drained my magic reserves. I guess that's what you get for nearly burning half of the city.' Technically, that would have been the best alternative than just storming into the city. Would have saved me manpower in the long run, but I had a score to settle with the king. He needs to pay for all of the atrocities he's committed, all the lives lost, and many more killed in his arrogance.

This time, he has nowhere to run. He will face justice, one way or another.

After I scavenged what I can form the dead bodies, I continued down the large paved road where the Northern Gate was at. I was passing through the remains of a boulevard that, at one point, might have been beautiful to behold. Several trees were burnt to hell and back, while the eighth one fell over at one point. Carts full of pots and goods were scattered all over the place, their contents long destroyed by the fires currently raging across the city. There were some black soots here and there, indicating that the fire had consumed this place early on in the siege. To my surprise, I didn't see any dead bodies of civilians. Sure, there were some bodies around the place, but they all wore the symbol of Clan Stonehoove. 'Looks like she came through to the end after all.'

I continued walking for some time until I came to what I assume was a city square of sorts, or at least one of them. Like most of the Roman-style buildings I've encountered, there were large buildings that surrounded the city center. What those buildings were didn't advertise, though I assume some of it are businesses and such. Some of the buildings looked like it got robbed during the siege at some point. One building that had an image of In the center of the city square, there was an obelisk similar to the Washington Memorial at D.C., except it was smaller than the actual thing. It was the same heigh as the Apple family's barn they always kept around. At the top of the obelisk itself is a statue that was wasn't damaged yet by any of the stone chunks launched by catapults and trebuchets. The statue itself depicts the prick himself standing triumph over what appears to a humanoid figure while holding up another humanoid figure. Upon closer examination, I saw that the two humanoid figures are ponies. To be more specific, they were alicorns. One of the alicorns, whom I assume is either Luna, Celestia or Twilight, are getting trampled on by his hooves. The is holding an average size alicorn, whom I suspect is Twilight Sparkle. His face is that of a leader who has won a major victory over his foes. Like all caribou architect, his long silvery dick is out for all to see. I soon spotted another alicorn I didn't notice before touching his silvery dick like it was the most precious thing in the world.

I glared at the statue for some time, feeling the urge to just destroy it. Hell, I want to destroy it right now, but my troops needed me at the northern gate as we speak. I am confident that Tirek or Xavier would have destroyed it by now and I am just wasting my time, but the caribou have been excelling in magical defenses ever since this war started. For all I know, the gate might be enchanted to be breakable or something. Magic bullshit. Plus, I can't waste any more of my magic reserves right now, not when I might be facing some opposition soon.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sounds of a crying woman. I turned my attention to the large fountain in the distance to see two figures huddled together. I made my way towards them, but I kept my guard up just in case. You can never be too sure of your surroundings. I learned that the hard way earlier on. As I made my way towards them, I could see clearly just who the crying women was. A female caribou was kneeled down to a form right next to her. The female caribous were more different than their male counterparts in some ways. She had stubby horns that had been cut off at some point. She was mostly naked save for a red rag that she wrapped along her waist, though it barely covered up her exposed vagina. She had brown fur like the rest of her tribe members I've encountered. I could see her well-endowed breast bobbed up and down as she cried. There were a number of scars along her body, a few of them looking like they were fresh. and she reeked of semen.

As I got closer, I looked down to where she was crying. A form of a young caribou, no older than nine or ten lying in his own pool of blood. His horns were barely growing at this point, resembling little stumps like her mothers. I was worried that the boy had died on her mother's hands, but I was relieved when I saw that his cheat was moving, meaning he was alive for the moment. He had a nasty slash across his chest, but I could see some bandages around him. Someone must have bandaged him up earlier, most likely the mother. It wasn't anything seriously life-threatening, but the boy was struggling to breathe, meaning he needed a doctor really soon.

I stopped right in front of the mother and her child. Sensing a shadow forming over her, she looked up. She yelped when she saw a blood-covered human with two swords in hand. "Please don't hurt us!" She screamed. She desperately trying to hold her child, ignoring the blood staining her fur. "He's all I have left. Take me instead!"

"Hey, it's all right." I said in my most calming voice I could muster. I kneeled down and dropped my weapons to my sides. "I'm not here to hurt you." I looked at the young caribou she was cradling. "What happened to him?"

She stared at me for a long second, clearly surprised that I haven't killed her yet. I couldn't blame her for being scared of me. Ever since my arrival on this world and defeating Lanius and faced off against Dainn a couple of times, I've been collecting a bit of a reputation. In some cases, I was called the "Bringer of the Roaming Times" (I know, it's a fucking stupid name), and I have been called a demon, monster, destroyer and many more. Of course, it's all thanks to the dickless caribou priests that worship Dainn that they called me that. Oh, and that I wanted to end the world or something like that.

Not that I was complaining about the names or some weird prophecy shit. The more my name gets out there, the fewer people I have to fight. Hell, during the war several generals had decided to grow some brains and ran away with their tails between their legs.

Now I'm mentally imagining Dainn running scared as I approach his throne, pissing himself as he screamed like a little girl. I chuckled at that image. That would be a sight to behold.

She heard my chuckle and hugged her son more tightly than ever. I frowned. "Look," I started to say as I tried to calm her down. I'm pretty sure she is making it worse by aggressively squeezing her son like a tomato at this point. "I'm trying to help you out here. I have no business with you or your son, but I know he is bleeding to death. If you won't let me try to help him, then he'll die." I tried to inspect the little caribou child she was carrying. I couldn't tell how much blood he lost, or how long ago the wound is, but he was still breathing. So its something to be joyous about if not for the depressing climate.

Dark clouds were gathering in the sky, the last rays of Luna's moon disappearing among the dark clouds. It was going to rain soon according to some reports from the pegasi scouts. Hopefully, Rainbow Dash isn't laying her tight ass on a cloud right now and sleeping through the siege.

She looked to me and then to her cradled son, her mind probably in a heated debate at this moment. She looked up at me a couple of times all the while opening and closing her mouth a few times. With a sigh of defeat, she finally spoke. "We were supposed to go to the underground sewers with the rest of the Queen's forces as they instructed us. At the beginning of dawn, me and my son sneaked out from my master's house and tried to stick to the alleyways. We had to take a shortcut through the Square of Victory to get to the evacuation. We were almost at the sewer system when we were ambushed by several guards. They were waiting for us, as if someone told them where we were going." No surprise on that one. I've already dealt with traitors within the resistance ranks before. Most were ones that wore the purple collar, signifying them as already broken and indoctrinated. Some caribou purple collar must have tipped them off about the Queen's plan somehow. "They tore me from my son and raped me without mercy. My son was a feisty one and tried to fight back, but one of the guards cut him down and continued to rape me." She was already crying at this point. "I thought the nightmare would never end, that they would keep on violating me until I was dead. I didn't know how long it lasted, but they stopped when the siege started. They left me and my son for dead." She looked up to me with tears in her eyes. "Please, can you heal my son?" She asked.

I mentally cursed in every language on this godforsaken planet. It wasn't as if I like to help people in need, especially since its those that had a much harsher life before King Dainn invaded Equestria. I was afraid that she would ask something like that. I barely have enough magic as it to make it to the northern gate. I couldn't just give away what little I have when the caribou are already in my sights, as it were. However, it would not be said that I didn't help any innocent civilians in need. Besides, my magic is slowly refilling, albeit slower than most since I was not native to this world.

And besides the caribou force I've encountered, I didn't spot any Stonghoove tribesmen since then. They were probably at the walls defending against my forces as we speak. I don't need magic to defeat the caribou at all, but I am still trying to reserve every ounce of magic I have left

"Let me see your kid." I said. Maybe it wasn't too fatal for me to use a fully healing spell. She was hesitant of course which meant she still didn't trust me. But her motherly instincts won and she showed me her son. I winced as I saw the wound she was talking about. A nasty gash ran all the way from his left arm to his right leg. Blood was already weeping out of the gash and staining her hands. At first, the kid didn't move at all which made me think he was already dead. His chest moved up and down, with a little gurgling noise every now and again. I'm surprised the kid was still alive at this point. With a wound like that, he could have already died of blood loss. That kid has some fucking balls to try and fight some guards and get out of it with a nasty wound.

Placing my hand over his chest, I channeled the last of my magic into my hands, a green glow emitting some time later. Although I had little magic left in my, the wound itself wasn't too bad per se, but it was at the same time it was a health risk for the little guy. Already, I felt like I was Benjamin Button with his reverse aging symptom, but it was more fast than usual. My hands were shaking from the amount of magic I was poring in, but I kept it still for as long as I can. My forehead and brow were covered in sweat as I concentrated. You'd think something like this would be easy for a(n) (almost) powerful being such as me. Here's the thing. I wasn't born in a world of magic like most creatures in this world. When I first entered the world, my magic was slow to develop over the course of the war. I'm now at the point where I can travel through the shadows if I need to be sneaky and having brimstone fire rain down from the heavens. A gash like this would be no problem for me. However, as I have said before, my magic pool is much different than the ones that unicorns and caribou have. While a unicorn can do telekinesis for a short while and refill their magic pool very quickly, I could do the same thing but the pool refills much slower. I can't really explain the whole process of it since said process would require you to learn about math magic (or magicthical according to Twilight), and cause your brain to explode.

Trust me, just go with it.

The big gash was already closing right before my eyes, the flesh already melding together. The doe looking at the healing process with wide eyes, hope being filled with them once more. I sympathized with the doe and her child a bit. For the female part of their species to be considered objects of lust with no rights must be hard on her. And let us not forget her child as well. When a caribou boy grows up to a certain age, they are taken away from their parents to some training youth camp set up on some mountain top called Warrior's Peak. Sometimes the parents willingly gave their boy up to Dainn's men, but for those that did not......well, better left said than done. From what I heard, the training regiments they had were hard and dangerous. Anyone that lags behind were killed instantly.

Don't worry, I made sure that building will never, ever be risen again from its ashes. I made sure of that.

After some time, the wound completely healed. His breath changed from ragged and shallow to became normal again as he opened his eyes and looked around at his surroundings. There was a big pink scar on his chest for when the guard cut him, but hey, he was still alive. His eyes traveled to me before traveling to moms. "MOMMY!" The caribou child chirped happily as his mother held him tightly once again, this time the child embracing her. Both of them were crying with tears of joy, something that put a smile on my face. It's little acts like these that warm my heart at times. After all the females have been put through, I could sympathize with them a little.

My spidey sense (yes, I call it that) were tingling as I jumped out of the way, just in time as two arrowheads luged itself on the ground where I was at.

I quickly grabbed both of my swords and turned around to face whoever was shooting at me. Several caribou soldiers were already several feet from me and the caribou mother. All of them were wearing regular chainmail armor with clothing surrounding it, the symbol of the Stone Hooves visible at the front. They were also wearing Viking-like helmets with eyeholes peeking out. Three had swords and shields, one had axes in both of their hands, and another had a huge warhammer over his shoulder. I can also see several shadows on the rooftop of the buildings, meaning that those were the archers that were firing on me earlier. Several more caribou were coming out of the other building I saw earlier.

Did they all past through here, or were they waiting for me.

"Well well well." A high pitch voice spoke up. The caribou holding the warhammer and the other holding two axes in each hand stepped aside for another caribou. He wasn't like the rest of the soldiers I have faced before. He wore a set of dark robes that had seen better days. Another set of cloth hung over his shoulders and down past his legs with strange language written in each side of the cloth. His left horn looked like it was chopped off at some point. A scar ran past his forehead and onto his lip. His fur was a light gray than in contrast to the brown colors I have seen on the caribou. His bright blue eyes shined even in the dark of the storm. He projected an arrogant aura around him, not to mention the dark powers I could sense within him. He smirked. "It has been too long, Marcus." The caribou said. "Once again, we have finally met on the field of battle." Actually, that voice sounded familiar to me for some reason.

"Yes" I said as I readied myself. I could read his magic levels even from here. He was strong all right, strong enough to take me on and smash me like one of Pinkie Pie's Super Duper Chocolate Stupor. The worse part of it was that I was out of magic at the moment, the rest I have put into healing the caribou mother's son. Guess I'll have to fight him the old-fashion way. "It has been a long time.............you."

"........."

"........"

".......Wait." The caribou gave me an inquisitorial look. "Do you not seriously know how I am?!?!?" He nearly shouted at me. He almost sounded like Chip from the Chipmunks. It was hilarious, to say the least, that I couldn't help but chuckle uncontrollably. "Stop laughing at me, you fucking dick nugget." His colorful insults didn't faze me int he slightest.

"I'm sorry." I said in between laughs. "I really don't know how you are." I don't really know who he is. His fur does remind me of someone I knew, but I forgot his name.

The caribou in questions sputtered like his mouth was having a seizure. "YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT!!" He nearly shouted. "OF COURSE YOU REMEMBER ME! YOU HAVE BEEN NOTHING BUT A PAIN IN MY EXISTANCE EVER SINCE I FIRST SAY YOU!"

"I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about." I stopped laughing at some point and got straight down to business. "I don't even remember seeing you anywhere."

"Of course you do!" He nearly jumped out of his robe as he shouted those words. I swear, I thought I heard a blood vein popped in that body of his. "You may not remember me, but I remember you very well at the Battle of Manehattan."

"........"

"I was in the prision trying with the rest of the mages when you first attacked."

"........"

"I was in command of the prision garrison."

"......."

"You infiltrated the prison to get the Pink Killer."

"......."

"You'd used a magic spell to punch me in the balls."

"STEVE!" I shouted as I finally figured out who he was. "Stevey, how have you been? Have you lost some weight recently?" Man, how can I forget about Steve? He was the first person I ever used that "Fist of the North Star"-ish spell I found in the library. That scream was just perfect, I'll tell you what.

"MY NAME. IS. NOT. STEVE!" He yelled with every fiber of his being. "I AM STEVALG, THE GREATEST MAGE THAT EVER LIVED!"

"Oh come on, Stevey. Don't be like that." I countered with a big grin on my face. What can I say; I'm a massive troll by heart. "Besides, you went down like a fucking pansy. You were screaming like a little girl when I punched you in the balls." I smiled. "You were even screaming for your mommy at one point."

The rest of his cohorts chuckled when I called him out on that bullshit. His face was so red I almost swore that he was about to explode from embarrassment. "YOU CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" His lunges nearly explode when he said those words. "YOU EVEN DESTROYED MY BALLS IN THE PROCESS!"

".......Really?" I questioned. Did I really destroyed his balls, you may be asked? Maybe. All I wanted to do was stun him before we alerted the guards. I guess I put a little too much power in that spell. Pretty sure I didn't, but whatever. What's done is done. "I'm kind of surprised that you survived and standing right before me." I said. "How did you get past my guys?" I asked. I was pretty sure we had the Manehatten surrounded when we strolled on in there like fucking kings.

"While your brutes ravaged the city, I managed to find a hidden passageway via the showers." He glared at me. I wanted to make a joke about if he dropped the soap, but he continued on his rant. "But because I left the battle, I was punished for cowardice. I was to be stuck with some peon mages on some backwater country." His glared relaxed and he soon revealed a predatorial smile. "But I just knew you would be here. In our glorious capital. I wanted to make you pay for what you did to me. Luckily, we found this bitch and her son as we were making our way towards you." I turned to the two caribou in question. Her ears drooped as she mouthed "I'm sorry" to me. "You see, I know you don't have any magic left within you. You've used it all fighting across the city in a futile attempt to reunite with your demons. That is why I injured her boy and dragged her all the way here just to trap you. Now that you are here, I can finish you off and reclaim my position as Head Mage of our King's army." He smirked as his horns glowed bright green. Seconds later, a fireball appeared on his hand. "Yes, I have awaited for this moment for a long time. I-"

I kind of stopped listening to him after a while. It's just him talking about how he is going to take me down, present my head to the king, and how his dick is bigger than mine. I mean Jesus Christ in a Batman outfit from the Sixties, who do all super villains have to go on a long monologuing about how their dick is big. We get it!

I readied myself into a battle stance as I waited for his next move. He was still talking. This wasn't good at all. I was surrounded from all sides, my magic is depleted from using a healing spell on the boy, and a pissed off mage that wants to rip my skin off.

This just wasn't my day at all.

I weighed my options as I looked around. The first option I had was to run away and head to the gate immediately. Not the bravest thing to do in this situation, since I never back down from a fight before. Considering I had no magic left in my veins after healing the child, I have nothing to go against him. I then realized that even if I escape, they would still chase me regardless of where I was. Also, if Stevey was able to find me the first time, there was no guarantee that he would use some sort of magic tracking spell or some shit to find me again. Besides, the mother and son would be at the mercy of Stevey and his stooges again. That was something I couldn't just run away from. Standing and fighting would work for a while, but without magic to help me, I would be more helpless than doe in a monster truck rally. 'Eh, I've been in worse situations.' I thought I readied myself for what would be the last fight of my life. If I'm going down, I might as well take Steve and the others with me.

The clouds had disappeared before the battle began. The light of the full moon was now shining down on the main plaza like a spotlight on an actor in his most vulnerable moment.

Before I could bellow out a war cry that would make Leroy Jenkins proud, a body of a caribou soldier suddenly fell from the sky and landed in a wet plop.

This surprised both of us as we saw the torn up body right in between us. It could have been one of Steve's men from what I could tell. One of his arms was missing, and his entire midsection looked like it was chopped off by a large shear of sorts. His face wasn't really a face at this point. His entire skin was missing save for his chin and neck. I could see the meaty lines from where his face used to be. The left side of his neck was entirely ripped out, allowing me to see the arteries spirting out blood.

Despite the scene before us, I knew exactly who it was that did this.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!!?" Steve screamed as he looked with horror at the dead body before him. The others with him looked a little unease at the dead body before them, which is strange considering the caribou are more of a war-like race besides the Griffons. Guess they must be new recruits or mercenaries. I could also feel both the child and the mother look on in horror at the thing. As for me, I chuckled a bit before it turned into a full-blown laugh. "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SMILING AND LAUGHING?!?!"

I stopped and looked at him dead in the eye, a grin forming on my face. "Because it's feeding time."

Right after I said that, something descended down on the sky and land right next to me. I turned and saw a pair of leathery wings justling out of a back of the vampire. The vampire itself looked like the ones you would see in Skyrim instead of the more human ones. Its skin was paler than what I have seen many times. It's face looked like an actual bat you would see at the zoo from time to time. Its cheeks were narrow and it's golden-orange hues sparkled as it scanned the crowd of caribou, it's lips licking like it had found a good burger after a long time.

Steve's eyes were widened as he slowly backed away from the creature standing next to me. I looked up to the Vampire Lord. "Hey Scarlet, how're things?"

Scarlet, in her Vampire Lord form, shrugged. "Nothing much." She said in a gravel voice. "With the army focusing so much at those gates, I'd thought I'd go and scout ahead. Maybe taste some mortals while I'm at it." She then turned to Steve and his company. "They troubling you much?"

"Na." I said with a wave of my hand. "In fact, I just learned that Steve is still alive and well."

"Steve?"

"The caribou mage right here." I pointed to Steve for enthesis. "And get this? Remember when I went to Manehatten to free one of the Elements?" She nodded. "Well, it turns out that the mage I kicked in the balls literally had his balls destroyed."

She looked at me with an incredulous look. At least, I think it was. I couldn't tell with her in her Vampire Lord form. "Really?"

"No joke." I said. "I kind of forgotten about him until he showed up." Talk about awkward reunions, am I right?

She looked at the horde assembled around Steve then back to me a couple of times. "I could feel a strong magic source within him, and you punched him in the balls, even destroying them in the process?" I nodded. "You are very lucky to be alive then. He could have easily blocked your attack when he had the chance."

"I caught him by surprise."

"That isn't the point."

"HOW DARE YOU ALL IGNORE ME?!?!?" He screamed, grabbing our attention. "I don't care who this monster is, but I will personally take her head as well and let my warbeasts fuck her corpse!" He gave his command. "KILL THEM ALL!" With that order, the rest of the caribou soldiers charged at us, though some were hesitant because of the vampire by my side.

"So Marcus," She asked. "Do you want to handle this one?"

I shook my head. "I'm good. They're all yours."

I could see a blood curl smirk on her face. "Good." With a flap of her wings, she charged towards the horde of caribou along with Steve with a speed that would make Jesse Owen blush in embarrassment. The first caribou had his entire ribcage ripped out from his back in less than a second.

I ignored the screams of the caribou soldiers and turned to the mother and son. They both looked at me like I had just gone to Arkham Asylum for a midnight snack and tea with the Joker. I can't really blame them. After all, it's not every day a human is having a normal conversation with a freakin Vampire Lord. "You should both go somewhere safe while you still have time." I said to them. "My army has already breached the second gate to the south. Make your way over there. There should be a medic or tow over there that will help fix your son. If you run into any Dremora, tell them that you have my protection. They will treat you well." The mother nodded and got up from the ground before running off with her child in hand. I watched them go for a while to make sure Steve didn't set up any additional ambushes.

Before they disappeared down the road, the kid turned to me to mouth a "Thank you". I smiled as I saw the healthy kid hurry along with his mother. It's the small things in this world that put a smile on my face.

"Stay back, demon! Stay-AAAGAAAGGHHHH!!!" I turned back to the carnage that Scarlet was creating. The soldiers that were charging us mere moments ago were already cut down to size. Literally in this case. What passed for bodies at this point were nothing more than slabs of messy meat on the ground. One soldier, in particular, had his entire jaw ripped out from his socket, the look of pain and fear visible in his eyes. Another soldier on the ground had his entire intestines all around him as his stomach was ripped out like a child hitting a pinata in the stomach. Scarlet was currently holding one of the soldiers in her hands. Well, I should say that her hands were in the soldier in this case. The sharp claws that she sported had impaled the poor soldier in the abdominal region. With one flow movement, she tore the soldier away from his legs, his other half falling on the ground right next to Steve, who was standing still after all this time. I could tell that he was scared out of his damn mind at the scene before him. I would be pretty scared myself if a freakin vampire monster had wiped ou my troops in mere seconds.

Snapping out of his stupor, he used his horn to summon bolts of magic at the vampire before him as he quickly backed away. She dodged and weaved around the bolts like a graceful sparrow. "GET AWAY FROM ME, FOUL DEMON!" He shouted as he kept firing bolt after bolt of energy at her. After firing a couple of more round, he turned and ran as fast as his cloven hooves could allow him. However, one should never outrun a vampire, especially a Vampire Lord. With a blink of an eye, she appeared right in front of him. He tried to stop when he saw Scarlet right in front of him, but the vampire already grabbed him by the throat. 'Not so tough once a vampire gets you.' I thought.

"P-please let me go." He pleaded, looking directly towards me as if I commanded the demon. "I'll give you anything! Wine, gold, women to please you." I heard a 'drip drip drip' coming out of his robe. Looks like he pissed himself. "I'm also a valuable ally. I'll tell you everything about this city. Hideouts, secret passages, and even hidden vaults around the temples!"

I was tempted to take him up on this offer. Not only will I get a caribou mage with a variety of spells under my command, I'll also get some information on the city itself. He would probably show me a way into King Dainn's throne room without going through his elite Praetorians. However, I was also reminded about what he did to the mother and kid, how he used her just to get to me.

And the state that the kid was in.......

I looked at him with a cruel smile on my face. "Tell me, what was it you said when you surrounded me?" I said. "Was it "I'll cut off your head, show it to King Dainn, and skull fuck it"?" I reminded him. His eyes widened at my smile. "Karma is a bitch, ain't it?" I nodded my head to the vampiric creature before me.

Her head soon found its way into Steve's neck, the fangs piercing his attire and into his veins. He screamed as Scarlet started to suck his blood. I winced as saw his flesh becoming weaker and weaker by the second, I feel sorry for the guy, to be honest. Sure, he used a mother and child to lure me into a trap and injured said child that nearly killed him. But I also was the one that made it happen. If only I could have killed him back in Manehatten, then the mother and child would have gotten away from the city.

Like I had said before, karma is a bitch.

His screams of pain soon died out as he fell silent, the last breath of life escaping from him. His husk of a body was all that was left of the caribou mage. He was squeezed out dry like one of those juice boxes you get in your lunch when you were a kid. I guess Scarlet was really hungry for blood (pun intended). She discards the husk of a body away from her. A wave of shadow soon enveloped her.

Seconds later, the shadowy mist disappeared, leaving Scarlet in her human form. One would expect her to be naked if any of the monster movies could say. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. She was wearing the same clothes as Selena when you first find her in the Dawnguard DLC. "My my." She started to say with that saucy voice of hers. She licked her lips to clean up the blood around her lips. "He seemed to have it out for you."

"Yeah, no kidding." I said as I started to search his robes for anything of value. To my surprise, I found a mana potion and a couple of coins. I wondered how he had managed to get his grubby little hands on my stuff? A mole perhaps? That's something for future Marcus to work out. I consumed the bottle of mana and felt my magic finally returning to me, albeit a little. "I'm surprised he had managed to survive all this time consider what Dainn does to cowards." I commented. Really, I know he is a tyrant king and all, but he needs to at least have a functioning brain up in his empty head.

Guess facts don't care about feelings.

"Mmm. Can't imagine." She said with a smirk on her face. "You are a favorite among the caribou."

I scoffed. "If only." If that were the case, I would have expected them to make me a cake when I get to the palace. Unfortunately, that won't happen anytime soon. "What I'm more surprised about is the caribou being here in the first place. I'd thought we destroyed the last of their army at the Skulg River crossing." I commented on that last part. That had been a particularly bloody battle, at least on the caribou's side. I'd thought we'd seen the last of their armies after that.

"Perhaps it's not the army we are facing." She said. "It's more likely the local garrison he's scrounging up. It won't be a surprise, considering nearly half of the tribes in this dirty country hates his guts more than each other."

"If that were the case, we wouldn't be fighting this war in the first place." After checking the pockets of nearly every dead trooper, I stood up and looked at her. "So how are the attacks going anyway?" I asked her.

She frowned. "About as much success as trying to rehabilitate a Khajiit after founding a Skooma stash." Reminds me of a certain theif that does that. "We had managed to kill off most of the defenders on the wall, but the mages they have are making it difficult to start charging in. They enchanted the door with some kind of magic. Even our own Daedric magic can't put a dent on that thing."

So it was bad as I have predicted. Or at least I knew for a certain. This is the Stonehoove tribe's capital city we are invading, not to mention that the king himself is here. I would expect them to have strong defenses and the very best magic users at their disposal. Not to mention that these garrison forces will probably fight tooth and nail to make sure my forces don't come into said city. I turned to her and said. "Then I have to get moving if they need my help."

She nodded. "Sounds like a plan." She smirked as she places one hand on her hip. "You know," she started as she gave me a surly look, her eyes half-lid as she gave me a smile that sent shivers down my spine. "after all this is said and done, perhaps you and I could rendezvous somewhere more........secluted." I blinked for a second and she was suddenly close to me by several inches. "After all," She leaned into my ear and whispered "You have been a little tense these past few days. You haven't even visited your concubines lately. I'm sure they won't mind if you and me suddenly......dissappeared for a couple of days." She bit my ear lob lightly, feeling her fang tickle the skin. "Or if you want, we could find someplace more quite to relax."

My entire face was already red like a tomato at this point. I'm ashamed to admit that she was right. It's been a......difficult past few days since we landed in this backwater continent. A few days away from my girls most of all. They must be worried about me. With this whole war going on and focusing on taking down King Dainn, I guess I missed the obvious signs that my (I can't believe I'm saying this) harem was worried about me.

I brushed off her comment as I backed away from her, letting her lips brush against my face a little. "As much as I love to .....do it with you, that won't be right for any of the girls. Besides," I looked at her with an obvious smirk on my face. "after this war is over, we'll celebrate. You, me, and the rest of the girls on a getaway. I heard the Zebrian lands are nice this time of year." As much as I would love to visit the girls, we have a war to win.

Not to mention a king to kick in the balls.

She frowned and crossed her hands. "Fine. It's your choice." Black shadow tendrils came up from the ground, and in a blink of an eye, she transformed once again to her vampiric form. "I'll cover the skies and harass any troops I come across." With a mighty flap of her leathery wings, she took off into the sky into the other direction.

I can never understand her at times, especially since she was trying to get into my pants from day one.

'This whole world is weird at times.' I thought to myself as I headed out into the direction of the North Gate.