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Fantasy RP A Highborn's Little Distractions (Lord Sesshoumaru)

Ailmon drew out his sword as the leader started giving orders, starting to wade forward as the slaves were forced forward to try to Bartle against their will. The Elf weighed his tactics, to battle the monsters to prevent the slaves frim getting forced inti a early death, or to go for the leader and hope the monsters didn't get too many. As he got closer to the fray, he thrusted his sword out deftly, embedding it in the head of a monster firs.
 
Managing to strike the first monster on his path, ailmon would find both beast and bandit trying to attack him, as the elf enter the quarters of their combat.
 
Ailmon watched the first bandits intent, turning against him, but the Slf parried away the bandit, forcing them aside into the jaws of the monster he struck first. He would flow through the battle in, working to keep the monsters abd bandits impeding eachother over him. He was moving further and further angling to engage their leader first a d for most.
 
as the three way battle truly began, Ailmon finding both slaves, and beasts attacking wildly. even if it was at him or each other, as the bandits seemed to move tours him alone. the wicked scene was playing out in a form of chaos, as Ailmon no longer had his spear, at least until he found the creature which ran off into the woods, that had been pierced by it. rushing of to escape death only to bleed to death later. however this would be a scenario where even some innocent slaves would end up having to be slain by Ailmon, be them the children or women, as they had no choice but to follow orders, and if freed by force, the slave marks, and collars would kill them.
 
Ailmon decided against chasing his spear, sticking to using his sword for the moment to keep scrapping with the bandits. They had numbers perhaps, but Ailmon was not going to shrunk in the face of the battle yet. His sword lashed out , facing the bandits as they came, using the crush of battle and the camp to try to funnel them and line them up to dispatch .
 
The battle would go on, however before long ailmon would find his blade taken from.him. as it pierced one of the monsters. Its thicker hide alowed the beast to pull away with the blue still lodged in it. Yet it would fall over with in sight.

As this happened several of the bandits and slaves rushed tours ailmon. Now unarmed at least until.he made some distance to reclaim his blade from a dying beast.
 
Ailmon felt his blade get wrenched away in the thick hide if a monsters fkesh, dragged away as it moved away from.him. Ailmon thrusted out his hand, manipulating the binds if magic to lob out a fire ball as the bandits tried to approach him. He skirted carefully, moving after the beast to reclaim his weapon from its hide.
 
Managing to get his blade back, eeci3ving several cuts and bruises. Ailmon would find several bandits beaten and mapping painfully under his lil naked Goblin, as she fleshed her arms and winked at her elven master. As it showed she protected the two he had first made contact with, mother and daughter. However this goblin thought her master wanted these girls for the same thing she wanted the elf for.


The bandit lead now with his last few men looking on. As the remaining slaves rushed tours ailmon and now the goblin
One planning to try and slip the collar of enslavement on the rogue gobbo.
 
Ailmon looked away from the Rogue Goblin, the heat of battle luckily enough to keep his eyes from wandering. The Elf raising his sword as the slaves rushed them. He was light handed ofcourse, not looking to kill the innocents. Using the pommel and the flat of his blade. He would knock them away or pummeled his path towards the leader. The Goblin may have believed her master was here to take io the slaves for himself, but he would shock her with the truth eventually.
 
Managing to knock out several of the slaves, However before it could come to a proper ending, Ailmon would soon find himself getting grabbed by the arms from behind by two of the women which had glowing marks on their necks. the face having tears coming down their cheeks. as this went on, the now winded bandit leader would try to make a move to counter strike Ailmon, despite how he had been disarmed, and his face now bruised from the first impact, one eye beginning to swell shut.

while this was going on, If Ailmon failed to break free, then his unplanned side kick would end up taking the blow for him, as her tiny frame would rush to his aid, however if he broke free, and countered, then Ailmon could prevent the tiny green vixen from getting injured trying to protect her master, despite him not really needing it.
 
As the humans dove to imped him, catching his arms to keep him open, Ailmon drew up and kicked out quickly, driving his feet into the bandits chest to shunt them backwards before he could try for his counter attack. He was wrestling against the women.
 
things began to get worse for Ailmon, well worse then expected, as the Elven warrior was still stronger and more skilled then these humans. the issue being how the slave was trying to subdue him, despite her body not being able to do what she wanted. thus an innocent being forced like a puppet. as this went on, the goblin maiden which was with him, was struck painfully down, and was being stomped by the bandit leader. as he would take the time to stab the green maiden in the mid section with a small knife. before pulling it out, of the painfilled, screaming little goblin, even taking the time to pick up one of his fallen men's longer sword. moving to run both the elf, and his slave through. not caring if the woman died, as long as he skewered the elf as well.
 
Ailmon twisted his body, dragging the slave saround instinctively, putting the slave out of the path if the thrusting blade. As it peirced through his side, Ailmon yelled out in pain, suffering as he lurched forth, wrenching his arm from the slave to grapple with the leader for the knives, to twisted it frim him and drive it into the bandits throat.
 
Struggling as Ailmon did, due to his efforts to not kill any innocents. the elf would finally take down the bandit lord, but not with out some minor wounds, and injuries, however as he would need to search the boss's corspe for a dispel talisman for the slave marks, and a magical key for the collars. the worse had yet to be seen. as the loyal little female goblin which had aided him, albeit from misunderstanding the situation had crawled off, injured, bleeding from her face, one eye, and nose. while a few ribs were now broken, a wound on her left breast from being stabbed, and her right knee broken. thinking she would be thrown away for being to weak, and injured, as useless slaves had no worth by normal means. this oddly powerful and loyal little one slipped off to let herself die out of sight. however it was unknown if Ailmon would take notice, and seek out his little companion or let the missing one slip from his mind until it was to late, as he did have many slaves to aid at the moment.
 
Ailmon pulled the talisman off of the bandit leader, turning the dispelling item upon the nearest slave to unbind them frim her collar. "Release them all." He said as placed the talisman in her hand once she was freed of her control. He looked around, trying to find the injured Goblin to check upon the brave helper that was laid low on his behalf. But only seeing the trail of Goblin blood, he began to follow it, searching for her to see where she was trying to slink off to.
 
Now with several of the slaves still alive, mostly the females, they would be dragging the still living bandits out to the center of the camp at this point. beating on them, kicking them, and berating them verbally, all except for the one mother, and her daughter. the duo which Ailmon had first interacted with. as they seemed to be mending and caring for one of the stronger looking bandits, which was injured. as it would be revealed this man was the father of the one slave, as he also had a slave mark on him, but it was partially ruined thanks to a scar running through it. unknown to most this one was the right hand of the bandit leader which Ailmon took down, and also the reason these two specifically had not been horrible abused by the other bandits.

as this was going on, Ailmon would soon come to a spot where the injured vixen of a muscular goblin would be spotted. a bloody and broken mess. her tiny frame up against a tree, as she panted heavily. weakening by the moment, as it was. the realization would become known the moment he saw the condition and location. this one followed it's instinct to slip away, as to prevent it's death from drawing any predators tours the others it was near. a simple and final act to protect the pack members of their fellows. Unaware that her current master was more then powerful enough to aid her or better.
 
As she laid there, ready to offer herself to nature as her final sacrifice, Ailmon came closer to her side. He knelt by her, reaching to his pouches to pull out a potion. An Elf elixir to heal the body, much more powerful than a human or halflings make. He cradled her head, starting to press the bottle to her lips and have her imbibe it to grant her a delay on what she believed her meeting with death.
 
As the current elf master fed this potion to his loyal lil goblin. Ailmon would find her unbelievable to drink it on her own at the moment. The wounds bad, but could still be treated, as it seemed ailmon might need to take slightly more drastic measures to get this tiny vixen to take the elixir in order to heal.
 
Ailmon watched the Goblin struggle to take in the elixir, he took the vial away from her lips. He eyes the wound, know he could pour it inside as well, to at least allow her stab wounds to mend. He also could force it in, mouth to mouth, he drew her up closer knowing that the best way was for the potion go there her body from within. He pulled the elixir, drinking it carefully to hold the mixture in his mouth as he leaned in to press and feed it to the goblin.
 
Having pored some of the elixir onto the wound to heal it externally, then feeding the Goin the rest mouth to mouth. Ailmon would feel how it's strength returned quickly. But this tiny fireball of vixen would be to weak to move on its own for now. Yet the tiny green piece of ass had proven herself dependable and loyal with this unplanned ordeal.
 
Ailmon pulled back from the Goblins lips as she was on the mend, the Elf standing up too walk with her back to the campsite. He stepped through the remains of felled bandits abd beasts, careful not to tread on anything. He whistled gently for hus steed, wondering if they had been freed tet.
 
Now with the tiny green vixen breathing properly her body still out cold but no longer in any danger. giving Ailmon the chance to do what he needed with the remainder of the slaves, and bandits. as the two which he had directly contacted with prior to everything going to hell were still trying to aid, and help the one bandit. which was the slave's husband, and her daughter's father. he was missing a hand, and had a nasty bite wound on his opposing rib cage. however it was unknown if Ailmon would come to aid, or listen to a dying man's last request, however the fact remained the rest of the now freed slaves had turned on their abusers, and were taking out most of the bandits with extreme prejudice.
 
Ailmon looked away from the uprising, carrying the unconscious Goblin under his arm. He had done what he desired, their vengeance was not his to control. He wasn't a paladin. He approached the downed an, seeking him struggling to hang on. He lowered himself, kneeling at his side as he drew out another Elixir, the last one he had on him. He popped the cork, starting to pour it upon bis wound, hoping that the advanced magic would do something for him.
 
It would look almost comical as Ailmon carried the rogue goblin under his one arm. her body dangling like a limp doll under his arm. however with her body now healed, the sound of snoring began to echo loudly from the tiny vixen. as it would seem to draw extra attention, however once he got to the family, helping the former slave child and mother with the bandit father. once the man was healed enough to look at the elf. seeing how it held a goblin under hand, which was female. he would pull a small blade, and shuffle between the girls and the elf. his eyes locked at the noble looking elf which had assaulted his camp. thinking his family was going to be taken from him. even after having submitted to joining the bandit group just to keep them as safe as he could.
 
Ailmon watched the man draw his knife, his expression hard to read for the humans around him. "You don't need that, I've given you my last elixir, If I was going to harm you I would not have chosen to bring you breath" he said as he stood up. "Gratitude will do."
 
Hearing this, the man would seem confused, before speaking, as he weakly got to his feat with his woman at his side, and his daughter at his other.
"thank you then, thank you sir for freeing us from this life. "
as he said this, the three would use the confusion to escape, however as they did this, the sound of several beasts could soon be heard. whimpering and growling, as several bandits in the distance were still fending them off. as several of the slaves had began to drag of some of the dead beasts. to take from them, some meat, claws, teeth, and hide. as they would need supplies, as well as means to escape.

the sight was a messy one, but now things would begin to fall into a better path for the ones which Ailmon had freed or so it seemed. but now he had an unconscious and naked little green cock sleeve under his one arm. her soft voice beginning to mumble softly, about needing her reward for good work.
 
Ailmon looked away from the freed slaves to the former bandit and his family. "Keep eachother safe. Don't forget this day,For I shall never forget it myself." He said as he began to turn to step away and reclaim his horse. His keen ears picked up on the soft mumbling of the Goblin, her lord flushing faintly. He had a feeling rewards would be best left in the cover of privacy. He sighed as he approached his steed, the monsters luckily hadn't found themselves close to him. He set the Goblin upon is steed, laying her on the saddle like she was a fresh catch. He considered venturing back to the caves...assuming the naked Goblin had simply forgone all items and sense to see that her new master was properly attended to.
 
Now with his steed reclaimed, and his tiny prize with him, the noble looking Elf would ride back to the den. which would look completely different. as they arrived, the den would now have new bones decorating the entrance, in a means to scare of potential threats. even some blood stained armor dangling from ropes at the entrance. however the armor had old rust and marks on them. as well as how small they were, it was not the armor of normal human size warriors.

the sound inside the den could be heard, the echo of fighting, and arguing in an unknown yet familiar voice. it would soon become obvious, that with the dragon gone, and the female goblins having been left more vulnerable, some tribe of males, be them goblins, hobgoblins, and yes even a smaller oni had come to try and claim these girls, and the two boys. which were now Ailmon's property. however despite the rumors it the sounds told a story of refusal and forced breeding attempts. Little did the elf know that he was such a prized stud his loyal little maidens, and even the two studs he broke had declared they were claimed. the one which avoided this unseen horror show was the little rogue which stalked, and followed her master, now out cold and riding on the back of his reclaimed steed.
 
He let go of the reigns, his steed keeping the path towards the Den. Ailmon picked up on the rumblings of arguments, he sighed softly as his hand reached around to his spear. His work was never done it seemed. The steed stopped he swept off of the horses back, picking up his Goblin sleeve to keep walking towards the Den. Treading to the arguing closer and closer
 
Silently moving tours the noisy encounter, It would soon become visible to Ailmon's elven eyes, and ears. as the sight of the massive Oni, with his smallest, female Goblin held by the hips. it's hand easily allowing it to hold her like a tiny flesh light doll. as it lifted, and dropped this long haired, scarred, and wild tiny vixen. her tiny legs kicking wildly, her hands hitting, trying desperately to push off, and away with no avails. However as this was going on, he would be barking orders as the Hobgoblins, and a few scarred, and cursed goblins moved for the other tiny vixens, and two fem boys. However for each of the ones which had been claimed by Ailmon, their would be three foes. he had yet to be noticed thanks to the distraction of the struggling little green goon squads. however they would be losing as three of of them including the one which was being abused by the Oni, would be visibly struggle, crying, and cursing in their own tongue, while the remaining three would be struggling to fight, and fend the foes off. the seventh, and most skilled of his girls was out cold still on his horse out side of the den thankfully.
 
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