Slayer Scrolls

by Ellmarr

Can two children who are just learning to survive save the worlds or do the Fates have other plans for them- a Multi-Cross Over events - Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Stargate SG-1, TMNT, Gargoyles, Criminal Minds, Skyrim, Supernatural. Takes place just before the defeat of the First. Check back continually as I will be doing Chapters for better flow, fixing grammar, and other things.

36. Chapter 36

I cannot believe how much I have written or is yet to be written. Enjoy. REMEMBER TO LEAVE A REVIEW AS THEY FEED THE DRAGONS. Plus I cannot tell if anyone is reading this story as it hasn't changed in several months. Don't forget to BLAME ALEX!

Chapter 36- Slayer Scrolls

Chapter 34-

Chrissy, Borazon, Samuel, Meena, Lydia, Milfred

One month and 10 days (Februarius)

Day 41`- early Morning- Shocking Revelations.

Chrissy's Second farm White Run

"Thane Chrissy, those are my oxen," Turkon pointed to a group of robust oxen at a nearby farm, their large, placid eyes observing the scene.

"Then that must be my second farm," Chrissy remarked as she skillfully guided Sexy towards the rustic farmhouse. An elderly man, weathered by years of toil, struggled to get the oxen to move, but they only perked up at the sight of their old master.

"Stop, you dumb beast!" the old man called out in frustration.

Easy, Nix, Easy Nax," Turkon reassured the oxen, his hands moving gently over their sturdy hides. "You can't mess with that; it belongs to the new Thane," the old man warned, sweat lining his wrinkled forehead.

"That would be me. I am Thane Chrissy, and you must be Jojjn," Chrissy introduced herself, her voice carrying a tone of both authority and kindness as she approached on Sexy, the majestic horse exuding a calm confidence.

"You are the new Thane?" Jojjn looked at her in disbelief, his eyes squinting against the sunlight.

"Yup. I understand the last Thane was an ass and a thief. So, I am correcting some of the misdeeds he did. First off, by returning these oxen to the rightful owner, this gentleman here. His name is Turkon," Chrissy explained, her eyes piercing through the unfolding narrative.

"But Thane, we need them to till the land, or we won't make rent," Jojjn almost begged, the strain of desperation evident in his weathered face.

"Second, your rent is cut in half," Chrissy continued, her words hanging in the air, a transformative promise that seemed too good to be true. Jojjn was so shocked he couldn't believe what he heard. "Did I hear you right?"

"You did. I said your rent is cut in half. I have a goat and two extra horses for you to use for tilling and harvesting for the next harvest. He's male goat so sorry no milk." Samuel brings the goat over to the man and hands him the goat's lead.

Chrissy continues. "I have requirements, though. They MUST be taken care of. I will supply a sum of money for you to purchase food for them. And it looks like they will need a better barn," Chrissy went on and pointed at Borazon, who stood tall and attentive. "Borazon here is my steward; he or Milfred will make sure you have what you need for a better barn for the animals. That house also needs improvements; that too will be taken care of at no cost to you as you are my renter. You and your family will be required to do a few things."

"Whatever you want," Jojjn said, still in shock at what she was saying, the weight of responsibility lifting from his shoulders.

" First My housecarl or Steward will be by to be the first to purchase your crops when you have harvested. Next you must wear these pouches of wolfbane. The animals must also have them on them. Samuel will explain the proper use." Chrissy goes on and points to Samuel.

"You will also be supplied with some wolfbane starts. You are required to plant them around the farm. I have paid some money to the House of Healing for all those that are under my care. If you are ill or injured, you are required to go and get healed. The last and most important thing is you must carve these runes on every building and every item they can be," Chrissy informed them while Turkon unhooked the horses that were pulling his cart and hooked up his oxen.

"Why?" Jojjn finally managed to say as his family surrounded him, the magnitude of the unexpected blessings sinking in.

"I protect what is mine and those under me," Chrissy flatly said, her gaze unwavering. "If you have any problems, report them to Milfred."

"Can we offer you something to eat or drink." Jojjn wife asks.

"No thank you we must be on to do some harvesting of our own." Chrissy answers with a smile.

"Thank you, my Thane," Jojjn said, gratitude and disbelief entwined in his words. Samuel gave them the pouches, and with a practiced hand, he instructed them on the runes engraved on them, a symbol of their new connection to the land and its protector. While they were busy Turkon and Borazon placed the horses in the pens, fed and watered them.

"One other thing." Chrissy pointedly stays.

"Yes, my Thane," Jojjn looked up in wonder, his eyes reflecting a mix of awe and gratitude.

"You can skip the rent for the next few months. I heard the last Thane had the rent steep," Chrissy remarked, at which point Jojjn fainted, the sheer generosity of the moment overwhelming him. "Is he alright?"

"Yeah, he just fainted," Samuel smiled as he pulled out an herb that woke the poor guy up, the simplicity of the herb contrasting with the complexity of emotions in that moment.

After Chrissy was sure he was okay the group headed on their way.

One month and 10 days (Februarius)

Day 41`- noon

Norther farm Chrissy's first farm White Run

Under the midday sun, the group arrived at the second farm, a rustic landscape stretching out before them. Chrissy, attuned to the needs of her companions, insisted that everyone take a break, offering a respite amidst the demands of the day. The sun cast a warm glow, creating a tapestry of shadows and light on the fields.

With a collective effort, they unhitched the animals, securing them strategically around the farm, ensuring they had access to nourishment. The animals grazed and drank from troughs, their contentment echoing through the air. Tanhne and his lizard-like companions, seemingly at ease in the wild, made their way down to the nearby river, the promise of a successful fishing expedition driving them forward. While Lydia leads the way into the farmhouse.

Chrissy wandered through the farmhouse, her discerning eye taking in the quaint features of the medium-sized sitting room with its inviting fire pit and the adjacent open kitchen. As she explored, she noticed a spacious bedroom to the left and a storage room to the right, appreciating the rustic charm of the dwelling.

"Not a bad house," she remarked, her voice reflecting approval.

Samuel entered with Nelly, breaking the silence. "Chrissy, sandwiches?" he suggested.

"Sounds good to me," Chrissy replied, earning curious looks from Turkon and his kids. "Samuel, why don't you show the boys how to make them."

"Sure. Come on, it's easy and fun," Samuel invited, leading the boys towards the kitchen.

Borazon brought attention to the limited number of beds. "There are not enough beds for everyone," he pointed out.

"I won't hog the big bed. Turkon, why don't you and your boys take that," Chrissy suggested, displaying her willingness to share.

Lydia then added a solution, "Actually, the three old beds from Breeze home are in the loft."

"How do they get up there?" Chrissy inquired.

"There's a ladder in the closet," Lydia answered, her smile revealing a touch of mischief. "There are chests up there, but they are locked."

"What's in the chests?" Chrissy asked, intrigued.

"You have already seen most of it," Lydia replied with a mischievous smile.

"What?" Chrissy questioned.

"Paperwork," Lydia deadpanned, causing Chrissy to groan in mock pain. "Don't remind me."

Turkon proposed a sleeping arrangement, "The Children take the beds in the loft. The ladies can have the beds; we can take the bed rolls and sleep by the fire pit."

"That sounds like a plan for the night, considering you guys will be getting beds tomorrow and we won't," Chrissy remarked, recognizing the practicality of the suggestion.

"What do you mean?" Borazon asked, seeking clarification.

"When we're done with the harvest, you males will take the produce back, and us ladies, with a few extras, are going to evict some bandits the hard way," Chrissy explained, a devious smile crossing her face.

"Are you sure about this?" Borazon inquired, his concern palpable.

"Yes. We know what needs to be done, and we'll strategize accordingly. I don't plan on running across that bridge again. I'm opting to be the sniper. Lydia, with her exceptional marksmanship, will join me. Meena and Sexy will cover our backs. I figure Tanhne and his people can approach from the water to handle the ones on the far tower. You, Turkon, and the boys don't need to be put in harm's way," Chrissy detailed, outlining her tactical approach.

"Fine, but if we don't hear from you in a week, we are coming in force," Borazon cautioned.

"Deal," Chrissy agreed with a confident nod. "Now, let's eat."

The group swiftly finished their meal, and as they headed out to start the harvest, they met up with Tanhne and his people. The latter looked content and well-fed, their anticipation for the upcoming challenges evident in their expressions.

Later in the day, as the sun dipped lower on the horizon, the boys ventured down to the river to cool off. Amidst the shimmering reflections on the water, they stumbled upon a few discarded fish heads and tails. Intrigued, they gathered their findings and brought them to Tanhne and his people.

"Tanhne, we found these," Marus exclaimed, presenting the fish remnants with childlike excitement.

"We don't eat them as they have a bad flavor to us," Tanhne responded honestly, observing the curious offerings.

"You could sell them to farmers as fertilizer," Samuel suggested, his practical mind at work.

Chrissy, considering the potential value of the discarded fish parts, chimed in, "Hey, that can be part of your rent. Provide at least one cart of heads and tails for my farms each month, along with, let's say, 2 percent of whatever you sell."

Tanhne stared at her in a mix of surprise and consideration. Chrissy, seeking input, glanced over at Borazon, who responded, "No, actually, that is cheap. But let's go up to 3 percent."

"You wish to use our scraps as rent?" Tanhne asked, still processing the unexpected proposition.

"Your 'scraps' will contribute to the fertility of the soil, aiding in the growth of all the crops we plant. This will result in a larger yield and more income for everyone involved," Samuel explained, emphasizing the mutual benefits of the arrangement.

In the glow of the late afternoon sun, Chrissy's voice cut through the rhythmic sounds of the ongoing harvest. "Oh, I forgot you are required to put up the runes. And handrails! Also, if you could keep bandits off my land, you can keep most of the law of bounty. I only would like 5 percent from that," she stated, a blend of authority and generosity in her words.

Borazon interjected, "Actually, by law, you are entitled to it all."

Chrissy, undeterred, clarified her stance with a firm but reasonable tone. "Not in my opinion. They do the work; they get most of it. I do request that you do not charge travelers like the bandits do."

Tanhne, visibly surprised, questioned her motivation. "Why are you being so generous to us?

Her response was a simple gesture toward the direction of the other farm, where her earlier declaration echoed. "You heard what I said at the farm, didn't you?

"Yes, you said you protect what's yours and those under you," Tanhne affirmed.

Chrissy asserted, "You will be my renters; you will be under me."

Tanhne, aware of the societal differences, reminded her as he handled a large pile of Wolfvane, "But we are not human."

With a perspective rooted in her values, Chrissy shared, "A famous man from my world said, 'Judge not my skin but by my character.' He actually said it better, but that is how I live, and if others don't, that's their problem, not mine."

Tanhne, appreciating her philosophy, vowed, and his people nodded in agreement, "Then we will honor you and do our best to do as you ask."

As the conversation shifted, Chrissy explored the possibility of collaboration. "Oh, I or some of my people may ask for your help in building and a few other things. Would you mind helping, that is if it doesn't prevent you from getting your work done?"

"If we can," Tanhne affirmed.

"Cool. I would like to be the first to ask," Chrissy said.

Tanhne, intrigued, inquired, "What is it, and we shall?"

With a nod towards the river flowing nearby, Chrissy set forth a unique request. "I take it you'll be swimming up and down this river."

"Yes," Tanhne confirmed.

"Cool. Could you keep an eye on this place and the other to make sure no one ransacks it or bothers the family? Really don't think he'll be able to defend himself from bandits. And if your presence would surely intimidate anyone who would dare try," Chrissy requested. "We will make it a daily visit," Tanhne vowed, sealing the commitment with a shared understanding.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the harvested fields, the collective efforts of the group had brought the day to a fruitful end. The rhythmic sounds of the harvest tools now subsided, leaving a serene calm in their wake.

Tanhne and his lizard-like companions chose the outdoors for their night's rest, gathering around an open fire pit. The flickering flames cast dancing shadows on their faces as they indulged in a simple meal of freshly caught fish. Chrissy, mindful of her guests, ensured that the rest of the group joined them, partaking in the feast that Meena had skillfully prepared.

During the meal, Chrissy seized the opportunity to bridge the gap between her world and Tanhne's, expressing a genuine interest in his people's customs and traditions. Her curiosity prompted Tanhne to share the rich tapestry of his people's lives, offering glimpses into a mostly peaceful existence that had been disrupted by invasion and enslavement. Contrary to misconceptions, Tanhne's people cherished tranquility and the simplicity of life.

"Yeah, no paperwork in that," Chrissy remarked with a hint of humor, drawing a contrast between Tanhne's narrative and the bureaucratic complexities she was familiar with.

Tanhne, eager to foster understanding, explained, "We write, just not your script. And our language, your kind cannot physically speak, as you don't have the right muscles."

Chrissy chuckled at her linguistic limitations, admitting, "Then I won't even try. I butcher common as it is. I don't want to even know how badly I would speak in your language."

As the night unfolded, Tanhne and his companions settled by the tranquil riverbank, while the rest of the group found repose within the walls of the farmhouse. The night passed with a blend of laughter, shared stories, and the rhythmic lull of nature, creating diverse experiences under the vast expanse of the star-lit sky.

One month and 11 days (Februarius)

Day 42`- Morning.

Norther farm Chrissy's first farm White Run

Dawn unfolded with a swift embrace, casting its first light across the waking landscape. Tanhne and his lizard-like companions, infused with an eagerness to assist, seamlessly joined the effort to connect additional wagons to Turkon's sturdy ox-drawn carriage. The extra wagons, now hitched and ready, promised an easier journey for the robust oxen.

"Remember, sister, you have to be back within the week, or Grampa and I are coming to get you," Samuel asserted, his words carrying a mix of familial concern and playful sincerity.

"Deal. Just make sure to take care of Sasha and Mesha for me." Chrissy replied, sealing the pact with a tender kiss on Samuel's head.. The morning air carried a sense of purpose, and the group's preparations echoed with the subtle cadence of departure.

"Okay." Samuel says as he pets the puppies next to him in the wagon.

"And you two look after Samuel and Nelly." Chrissy tells the puppies who seem to understand and respond with solid barks.

Tanhne and his companions, displaying a sense of aquatic grace, took to the water, swimming ahead to await Chrissy, Lydia, and Meena at the Circle of Stones. Meanwhile, the main group, led by Borazon, Samuel, Turkon, and his lively boys, embarked on the journey. The stone bridges loomed ahead, marking the transition point where paths would diverge.

As they reached the stone bridges, a poignant moment of parting unfolded. Chrissy, Lydia, and Meena waved their farewells to the departing group. The stone structures beneath them resonated with the echoes of shared experiences, and the distant horizon beckoned with the promise of new adventures. The emotional undercurrents of departure were woven into the fabric of the landscape, creating a tableau of connections and farewells against the canvas of the awakening day.

One month and 11 days (Februarius)

Day 42`- Mid Afternoon

Circle of Stones before Hameltheim Towers

As the sun reached its zenith, casting an unyielding warmth upon the coastal expanse, the trio of women arrived at the Circle of Stones. To their initial shock, the sunlit beach appeared as a scene of lizard-like repose, with Tanhne, Cissio, and Bobma lying still, resembling figures lost to slumber or, even worse, to the grip of lifelessness. A gasp escaped Chrissy's lips, her hand instinctively clasping her chest in a momentary fright that yielded to a burst of relieved laughter.

"Crap, Tanhne, you scared me," Chrissy exclaimed, her heartbeat gradually returning to a steadier rhythm.

"Why? We were just enjoying the sun's warmth," Cissio responded, stretching languidly as if shaking off the remnants of a deep siesta.

Meena, with a mix of concern and humor, inquired about the whereabouts of Momko. Cissio, nonchalant amidst the coastal tranquility, explained that Momko was submerged, swimming down to investigate the towering structures beneath the water's surface.

"Aren't you afraid he'll be seen?" Chrissy voiced a natural concern.

"No, the water is quite deep. Unless they're using powerful magic to seek him out, he'll remain unseen," Cissio reassured, the wisdom of their aquatic life evident in her calm demeanor.

Deciding to wait for Momko's return, Chrissy proposed setting up a makeshift camp. Lydia, attuned to the environment, gathered firewood, while Meena efficiently arranged bedrolls. Chrissy, surprising her companions with a hidden skill, began to excavate a hole in the sand with precision.

"Why are you digging like that?" Meena inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"It's called a Dakota stove. We'll have the fire in the hole, with a breather hole for ventilation. This way, we can cook without drawing attention to ourselves, and it'll be easy to extinguish. We'll keep the bedrolls close to it for warmth," Chrissy elucidated, revealing a strategic approach to their temporary abode against the backdrop of the sunlit shoreline.

The remnants of their meal lingered in the air, and as the sun began its descent, Chrissy reclined, seeking a moment of rest. Just as she allowed herself to succumb to the embrace of weariness, Tanhne's voice cut through the tranquility, heralding news of Momko's return.

"Thane Chrissy, Momko has returned," Tanhne announced with a sense of urgency.

Chrissy, roused from her momentary reprieve, acknowledged the promptness of Momko's return. "That was fast," she remarked, a hint of surprise in her tone.

"Swimming to the towers doesn't take but a couple of hours. Your roads take you up and around," Tanhne explained, shedding light on the advantages of aquatic travel over terrestrial routes.

"No kidding. It took two days to walk it from the stone bridges," Chrissy exclaimed, rising to her feet. Together, they made their way down to the beach, where Momko, his darker skin glistening in the sunlight, voraciously devoured a sizable fish.

"Damn, Momko, you are fast," Chrissy complimented him.

"Thank you, Thane. We must be," Momko replied between bites, his efficiency evident.

Chrissy, her curiosity piqued, inquired about Momko's reconnaissance findings. "What did you see?"

Momko, pausing from his meal, shared the grim details. "There are at least six bandits. Most are in the tower by the road. But they appeared to have captured some travelers and are planning on trading them."

Chrissy's expression darkened at the mention of innocent lives being held captive. "How do you know?"

"I overheard them berating a guy for to harming the 'merchandise' and threatening to drop him over the waterfall for raping a child," Momko sneered, his disdain for the bandits palpable.

"Did you hear when they were going to move or sell them?" Chrissy pressed, eager for any additional details.

"When their boss comes back from White Run," Momko chuckled knowingly, aware that the bandits' plans were about to be disrupted. The revelation granted them a crucial window of opportunity. "Okay, that gives us time. Where are the hostages?" Chrissy asked, her focus shifting to formulating a strategic plan.

"Locked in cages on the mountain, hidden behind some trees," Momko responded with a gravity that underscored the urgency of the situation.

Chrissy's brow furrowed in concern. "Damn... Okay, we need to get someone there to protect the hostages. But how?" she muttered, grappling with the tactical challenge ahead.

Meena, displaying a courageous spirit, stepped forward. "If Momko is up for another swim, he can take me down at night, and I can climb up the mountain," she volunteered.

"That sounds dangerous," Chrissy remarked, her protective instincts kicking in.

"I can go with her and watch her back. I'm not just a good swimmer but a great climber. Plus she doesn't have to climb much there appeared to be a small path that leads up to them," Momko confidently offered, ready to embrace the perilous mission.

"We will need a distraction while you are climbing... I've got it. Sexy, how do you feel about causing a ruckus?" Chrissy inquired, turning her attention to her formidable companion.

"Only if I can stomp some bandits," Sexy responded with a resolute tone.

"Did that machine just speak?" Momko asked, a hint of disbelief coloring his expression.

"I did. You have a problem with that?" Sexy retorted, his metallic demeanor unapologetic.

"No, just making sure I am not going crazy," Momko replied, acknowledging the surreal nature of the moment.

As dusk settled in, casting shadows over the landscape, Chrissy orchestrated the final preparations for their covert mission. "Sexy will race in; I'll be on his side. Tanhne, Cissio, Bobma, Meena, and Momko will come in by water. Lydia, since you are the best shot here, I want you to use my bow to snipe those shits. Tanhne and Cissio will make their way to the back of the tower closest to the road. The bandits will come out, and you take them out, Bobma watch their backs." Chrissy directed, each word laden with the weight of their imminent actions. The air hummed with a sense of determination as the plan solidified, and the group steeled themselves for what lay ahead.

Just before dusk, the group gathered their belongings and set off. Meena gathered debre from the riverside to camouflage herself while floating next to Momko, who swam alongside Tanhane and Cissio with Bobma following them all. Chrissy led the way, while Lydia rode her horse, guiding Meena's horse. The weather, fortunately, favored their mission, with a partial moon casting a silvery glow over the towers, revealing the outlines of the bandits for Lydia's vigilant eyes.

As they reached a strategically advantageous location, not too close to the towers but far enough to remain undetected, Lydia skillfully navigated through the shadows to secure a vantage point. Simultaneously, Chrissy set up the saddle, ensuring she could hang on the far side easily and remain concealed beneath the bear fur she had procured from Meena's father. The anticipation hung in the air, a tense quiet preceding the storm they were about to unleash on the unsuspecting bandits.

"It's time," Sexy declared, prompting Chrissy to climb up onto the side of the saddle, seeking refuge beneath the bear hide. "Ready."

"Ready," Chrissy affirmed, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. She fervently prayed that their actions wouldn't result in harm to her friends or the captives.

With a powerful surge, Sexy launched into a full run, deliberately loud and visible to attract the attention of the bandits. Meanwhile, the amphibious group reached their designated locations. Meena and Momko stealthily approached the Northside of the river and it's tower, while Tanhne, Cissio and Bobma made their way toward the South Tower by the road. The night unfolded with an air of suspense, each member of the team poised for their respective roles in this intricate dance between shadows and danger.

"How close are we?" Chrissy inquired through her mental connection with Sexy.

"Not far," he responded, the tension palpable in his tone.

"Do you have their attention?" Chrissy asked, her anticipation growing.

"Yeah, and they have no idea what's going on," Sexy replied, then added, "The dumbasses have a cart blocking the path. You want me to go through or stop?"

"Stop at it but act like a panicked horse," Chrissy relayed, her grip tightening on her sword as the adrenaline surged through her veins. The approaching confrontation loomed, and every member of the group played their part in this orchestrated chaos.

As a bandit emerged from the tower, another appeared from around the cart blocking the pathway. The tension thickened, and a series of events unfolded rapidly. Sexy reared up, his powerful form commanding attention. Meena and Momko, having reached the land, stealthily ascended the pathway from the water, moving towards the flat area where an unsuspecting archer guarded the captives. Oblivious to the impending danger, the archer's gaze was fixed on the peculiar sight of the approaching horse, completely unaware that death lurked mere feet away.

Meanwhile, Lydia, positioned strategically, had two archer bandits in the first tower in her sights. With Sexy's rear-up serving as the signal, Lydia let loose her arrows, each one finding its mark with deadly precision. Tanhne and Cissio, on the other hand, had swiftly taken out a bandit who had chosen an unfortunate spot for a leak, covering his mouth and snapping his neck before he could react. The orchestrated chaos unfolded seamlessly, the group working in tandem to neutralize the immediate threats.

Chrissy acts swiftly with a burst of adrenaline, she decisively thrusts her gleaming blade into the chest of the assailant who sought to seize Sexy's reins. The blade sank deep, halting the bandit's advance in a visceral display of determination and skill. Emerging from the towering structure, the second bandit witnessed his comrade's swift defeat at Chrissy's hands. Reacting with a blend of desperation and determination, he promptly aimed his crossbow at Sexy, releasing a bolt with rapid precision. However, in only pings harmlessly off the metal steed.

In the tense moment, as Sexy braced to charge and impale the threatening adversary with his formidable horn, Tanhne swiftly intervened. Closing in from behind, he executed a deft and decisive move, abruptly snapping the would-be assailant's neck. The imminent clash was thwarted, the threat neutralized in a calculated display of skill and efficiency.

In a perilous turn of events, Tanhne found himself on the verge of being shot from behind through the door. Just as the threat loomed, Sexy, the loyal steed, acted instinctively. With a forceful nudge, Sexy knocked Tanhne to the ground, preventing the imminent danger.

However, this impulsive move unleashed a chaotic sequence. Charging forward with determination, horn poised for action, Sexy crashed through the doorway. In the sudden chaos, Chrissy, caught off guard, was unceremoniously knocked off by the door jam. The impact left her with a throbbing headache and a bruised ego, the collision of wood and horn creating an unexpected and painful twist in the unfolding drama.

Back at the other tower, Meena showcased her exceptional marksmanship by dispatching one archer with a single, precise shot. Simultaneously, Momko, a force of brute strength, tore the head off another adversary. However, their success was short-lived, as Momko fell victim to an unexpected arrow from above.

Despite the setback, Meena remained vigilant. She swiftly eliminated the remaining threat, her arrow finding its mark on the second archer, who tumbled off the tower, plummeting to the ground below.

Concerned for Momko's well-being, Meena called out, "Momko."

"I am good. His shot only got my tail," Momko reassured, displaying resilience as he extracted the lodged arrow from his tail.

Relieved, Meena shifted her attention to the captives in the cage. "Are there anymore?" she inquired. The captives were about to respond when the air resonated with the ominous words of power. Suddenly, two more bandits were sent hurtling out of the middle door of the first tower, their bodies landing in the middle of the river before cascading over the waterfall to meet their demise. The captives, wide-eyed and silent, bore witness to the swift and brutal justice that unfolded before them.

"There were seven," An older male captive offers too eagerly which set Meena on edge.

"Where is the key?" Meena queries, her gaze fixed on the lifeless archer.

"That guard has it," the captives point towards the fallen adversary.

Meena swiftly approaches the guard's lifeless body, searching for the key amidst his possessions. Once located, she tosses it to Momko, who wastes no time unlocking the cage and freeing the captives.

"Is anyone hurt?" Momko inquires, but the captives, paralyzed by the sight of large lizard man, remain silent.

"He saved your asses, so answer him!" Meena snaps, urging the captives to speak.

"Shanna hasn't stopped bleeding since he raped her," a woman finally reveals, clutching a small girl.

"They died too quickly," Momko sneers at the bandit's lifeless form.

Meena, taking charge, turns to Momko. "We need to get a health potion from Thane Chrissy's pack.

"A Thane came for us?" The same older male captive expresses disbelief.

"She isn't your normal Thane," Meena assures them.

"I am not leaving you alone. Thane Chrissy said I am to watch your back," Momko declares.

"I can get it," a young man volunteer.

"Go to the other tower, tell them Meena sent you, and call out for Thane Chrissy," she instructs.

The young man follows Meena's orders while Momko stands guard, keeping a vigilant eye on Meena as she tends to the wounded girl. The air is heavy with tension, a stark contrast to the bravery and resilience exhibited by the unlikely duo amidst the chaos. Meena adeptly catches Momko's attention, and through subtle eye gestures, she communicates the presence of trouble among the captives and hints at the potential culprit. The unspoken exchange between them is like a silent language, conveying a message that adds a layer of tension to the already charged atmosphere. The shadows play on their faces, reflecting the gravity of the situation and the need for discreet vigilance.

Back at the first tower, the atmosphere resonates with the echoes of Chrissy's hearty laughter, a stark contrast to the chaotic events unfolding around her. Sexy, the steed, finds himself in a comical yet precarious predicament, his formidable horn lodged through the body of a fallen bandit, piercing the unforgiving stone wall.

"Oh, would you shut up and help me," Sexy snarls, the tension between master and steed evident even in this absurd circumstance.

Meanwhile, high above the tower, Tanhne checks the upper levels of the tower for any threats but doesn't find any. His focused demeanor abruptly shifts when a young man, sprinting across the bridge, catches his attention. The man's urgent cries for Thane Chrissy and the mention of Meena stop Tanhne prevent him from killing the young man.

"I am Tanhne. What is it you need?" he inquires, materializing in front of the breathless messenger.

"Meena sent me to get a healing potion from her pack. My sister hasn't stopped bleeding since they hurt her," the young man pleads with a mixture of desperation and hope.

"Follow me," Tanhne directs, leading the way down the ramp to the second level. They enter the tower to find Chrissy engaged in a determined effort to free Sexy. The scene is a blend of absurdity and urgency, with Chrissy tugging on Sexy's tail, her expression a mix of frustration and concern. The tower's interior provides a dramatic backdrop to the unfolding events, dimly lit and filled with echoes of struggle as they work together to address the urgent need for a healing potion.

"Why don't you just retract your horn?" Chrissy asks.

"I am unable to while it is pierced into stone." Sexy explains.

"What happened?" Lydia asks as she steps into the room, her eyes scanning the peculiar scene before her.

"Sexy is stuck," Chrissy responds, a mischievous grin playing on her lips, trying to suppress a fit of giggles.

Tanhne provides a quick update about the young human seeking aid for his sister. Inside the tower, the air is charged with a mix of amusement and urgency.

"Lydia, take my pack," Chrissy instructs, gracefully shedding it "Go with him. Tanhne, you want to give me a hand here."

Lydia, now carrying Chrissy's pack, follows the young man across the bridge. Chrissy, Tanhne, and the immobile yet resilient steed, Sexy, collaborate to resolve the predicament. Shadows dance on the tower's interior walls, and echoes of their efforts resonate through the confined space.

With synchronized efforts, they manage to free Sexy, the collective relief palpable in the air. Chrissy, resting against the wall of the tower, playfully comments on his weight. "You need to lose some weight," she teases.

"I am just the right weight for my size," Sexy retorts, confidently backing out of the building.

Their focus shifts to the larger mission as Chrissy questions Tanhne about the bandits below the falls. Cissio and Bobma emerge from the path, adding crucial information.

"How many?" Chrissy inquires.

"Two from what I saw, but there could be more as they were close to a cave." Cissio informs them. "They have some animals in a make-shift pen. And they are on the other side of the water."

"Did they see you?" Tanhne asks which Cissio just shakes her head.

"I am surprised they didn't hear me use the word of power," Chrissy remarks.

"The roar of the falls more than likely covered it up," Sexy points out, seamlessly integrating environmental details with the ongoing dynamics of the group's interaction in the open doorway.

"We need to regroup and form a plan," Chrissy declares, her voice cutting through the tension-laden air of the tower.

"We should not move the captives until we have finished evicting the bandits," Tanhne suggests, his gaze unwavering as he contemplates the next steps.

"We have them stay in the other tower with Meena and Momko. Have them ask the captives if they know anything about the bandits below. Then I want you and Lydia to report back to her," Chrissy instructs, laying out a strategic course of action.

Tanhne communicates something to Cissio in their shared language. Cissio, swift and agile, dashes up the stairs, then up the ramp to the bridge, and over it.

"What did you say?" Chrissy inquires, curiosity etched on her face.

"I told her to tell Momko to be wary of the captives. She will also warn Meena and Lydia while the captives cannot hear," Tanhne explains with a hint of caution.

"You don't trust the captives until all the bandits are dead," Chrissy observes.

"That is correct. There could be a traitor among them. You are not upset?" Tanhne remarks.

"You are right. No reason to get upset about that," Chrissy replies before asking, "Mind me asking how you know about that kind of thing?"

"No, I don't mind. That was a trick slavers use to keep slaves from escaping and to extract information," Tanhne says, his tone heavy with the weight of past memories. "How is it you understand such things?"

"Back home, we have a form of entertainment where bards tell stories over a box with moving pictures. Some of those stories are known as True Crime stories, and I used to watch them a lot. In some of those True Crime stories, it had things on slavery and the tricks used by slavers," Chrissy explains, trying to bridge the gap between their worlds.

"So, you don't have slavery on your world anymore?" Tanhne inquires.

"Many would say yes, but in truth, it's just called human trafficking now," Chrissy spits out, a bitter acknowledgment of a harsh reality.

"Your people only enslave humans?" Tanhne asks, incredulously.

"There are only humans on my world," Chrissy answers, her words highlighting the unique dynamics of her reality.

"But how can humans be racist against each other?" Tanhne asks, struggling to comprehend.

"I could give you the fake line, but you deserve the truth. Many humans stupidly like to hate for any dumb reason," Chrissy confesses, her honesty laying bare a harsh reality. This revelation elicits a shared smile between them.

"You, my friend, are not like most humans," Tanhne laughs.

"Oh, I don't know. I do hate, I just hate a being's action, not the being," Chrissy points out.

"But that's not stupid or dumb; that's smart," Tanhne smiles. Bobma nods in agreement while he is observing the area.

"Thanks. I try," Chrissy responds, a genuine smile reflecting her commitment to a more enlightened perspective.

At this juncture, Lydia and Cissio rejoin the group, their expressions betraying a mix of urgency and determination. Cissio is the first to speak, delivering her report with a sense of gravity.

"They are aware," Cissio informs them, her words hanging in the air like a looming threat.

"Good," Chrissy acknowledges, a brief but intense exchange of glances transpiring among the group.

"I believe you are right about a traitor being among them," Lydia adds, her voice tinged with concern.

"Why?" Chrissy inquires, her curiosity honed on the potential threat.

"I saw the only older male there hiding a weapon," Lydia reveals, her sharp observational skills proving crucial in this tense situation.

"Lydia told me, and I warned Momko," Cissio contributes, emphasizing the collaborative effort to stay one step ahead.

"What about Meena?" Chrissy questions,

"She already figured it out. For someone so young, she is very smart," Lydia praises Meena. "She put me onto him and a rope ladder that was hidden in a bush."

"Why would it be there?" Chrissy wonders aloud, contemplating the implications.

"More than likely for him to escape down and warn others. Don't worry, we have it covered," Lydia reassures with a confident secret smirk that says. "If anyone tries to use it they are going to fall to their death."

"Okay. The others below don't know we are here yet. We need a way to get some kind of advantage over them," Chrissy strategizes, her mind already at work.

"Sexy again?" Lydia suggests her idea punctuated with a sense of readiness for action. The mention of the steed injects a note of both reliability and unpredictability into the unfolding plan.

"Maybe.. Okay Lydia and I have bows we can take out the bandits from a distance. Sexy you are the distraction again. Tanhne and Cissio make for the water then get over there as fast as possible. Bobma watch Lydia and my backs. Same signal as last time." Chrissy says as they start making their way down the path.

As everyone stealthily positions themselves, Chrissy sends a mental command to Sexy, prompting the steed into action with a resounding "GO!" The majestic creature gallops forward, a display of deliberate showmanship. At every lamp post along the way, Sexy halts momentarily, kicking up with a flamboyant flourish, ensuring he is vividly illuminated by the ambient light. The deliberate theatrics prove effective, capturing the attention of the two bandits by the cave.

Their calls echo through the cavern as they communicate with an unseen ally. Responding to the commotion, a third bandit emerges from the cave's shadows, joining the vigil to watch the captivating spectacle unfold before them. Sexy, with a powerful flourish, rears up, his imposing shines bright in the lamp light.

In a sudden burst of action, a rope materializes, and a man plummets downward, his terrified screams piercing the air. The descending figure crashes onto one of the bandits below, the impact proving fatal for both. Lydia, swift and precise, releases an arrow that claims the life of a bandit, the projectile finding its mark with lethal accuracy.

Chrissy, not one to be left out, adds her mark to the unfolding chaos by nailing the last bandit in the shoulder. The wounded intruder, on the brink of making it into the cave, faces an unexpected turn of events. The lizard people, having surfaced from their concealed positions, launch a relentless assault on the injured bandit. The air resonates with a cacophony of screams, roars, and the visceral sounds of the lizard people defending their territory with ruthless efficiency.

"Lydia."

"Yeah."

"Remind me never to piss off Tanhne and his people," Chrissy flatly states, her tone reflecting a mix of awe and apprehension as she witnesses the ferocious savagery with which the lizard people dispatch the bandit.

"Chrissy. Don't ever piss them off," Lydia firmly reminds Chrissy, her words carrying a weight of caution.

Bobma, sensing the tension, places a comforting claw on Chrissy's shoulder, as if to convey agreement with the sentiment. The air is thick with a sobering realization of the formidable power and primal instincts possessed by Tanhne and his lizard companions.

After Tanhne and Cissio finished their ruthless dispatching of the bandit, they methodically cleared the cave, leaving a trail of visceral evidence in their wake.

"Sexy, come back and watch everyone's back," Chrissy instructs her metal steed through their mental link.

"Already on my way back," Sexy responds promptly, his virtual presence reassuring in the aftermath of the brutal confrontation.

Chrissy, Lydia, and Bobma discover a small rope bridge spanning the water and decide to cross it. As they navigate the bridge, Chrissy appreciates the presence of handrails, a practical touch that contrasts sharply with the chaos they've just left behind.

"At least these guys believed in handrails," Chrissy remarks, gripping the rope handrails for support.

"And look where it got them," Lydia teases playfully, maintaining a sense of camaraderie in the midst of adversity.

"Ha.. Ha.. What I want to know is where all these guys came from? There was no one down here before. At least that I can recall. Where the hell did they all come from?" Chrissy muses, a perplexed expression on her face as she contemplates the sudden influx of adversaries.

"Tanhne may have the answer," Lydia suggests, directing Chrissy's attention to Tanhne, who waves them to hurry over.

"What did you find?" Chrissy queries as they finally reach the cave, her curiosity heightened by the urgent summons.

"This cave seems to have been set up recently to be the leaders' residences," Cissio observes, her tone marked by a mixture of investigation and revelation as she points to a makeshift desk and chair, along with a bedroll off to the side. The cave's environment becomes a silent witness to the clandestine activities taking place within.

"Check this out," she continues, handing a book to Chrissy, the pages filled with secrets waiting to be unveiled.

Chrissy, momentarily detached from the surroundings, takes a few minutes to read the revelations within, the emotional weight of the discovery etched across her features. Meanwhile, the rest of the group explores the cave, revealing hidden crates of weapons, illegal drugs, and various contraband items. The air becomes charged with tension and disbelief.

"Well, son of a bitch!" Chrissy exclaims, her exasperation echoing through the cavern.

"What is it?" Lydia queries, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and concern.

"It seems some of the Stormbreakers are using illegal methods to pay for the war. These are just the tip of the iceberg. It seems there's a much bigger cave behind the waterfall full of this stuff. They have been hiding it for years. They were quite pissed when they found their buddies dead and no one protecting this place."

"Was Valdrin involved?" Lydia asks, her voice tinged with resentment.

"Oh yeah, he was. Seems like he was taking a nice little chunk out of it to store it here," Chrissy remarks with a bitter tone as she continues reading.

"Should've killed him," Lydia sneers, the emotional intensity of the revelation fueling her disdain.

"No kidding. And when he reaches Winter Helm, they are going to know he doesn't own the land anymore," Chrissy points out with a triumphant laugh. "Man, do I love the law of bounty!"

"Thane Chrissy, you need to see this," Tanhne calls out, interrupting the revelry with a sense of urgency.

"Let me guess, there is a huge cave behind the waterfall full of stuff," Chrissy remarks, already anticipating the revelation. She shows him the book, and his expression shifts to one of confirmation.

"Is it the law of bounty?" Cissio asks, seeking validation.

"Yes, and you get some too," Chrissy affirms, emphasizing the shared responsibility and reward. "But we need the White Run guards here as soon as possible," she adds, her focus on the impending threat.

"Why?" Tanhne questions.

More bandits are coming within the week with more force," Chrissy sneers, her eyes reflecting a fierce determination to confront and dismantle the slaver operation. "Lydia, I want you and Bobma to hook up the cart back up there, use some of the horses, and take the captives to White Run. Bring back your boy toy and his guards with wagons. We are going to put a major hurt on these slavers." The weight of the impending battle hangs heavily in the air, a call-to-action resonating through the cavern as they prepare to bring justice to those who exploit and oppress.

As Chrissy is about to suggest that Tanhne and his people may opt out to the next fight, Tanhne intervenes, asserting their commitment to the cause. "If you are going after slavers, count us in," he declares.

"Are you sure?" Chrissy questions, her surprise evident.

"Yes. We know what it's like to be slaves, and we wish to help free them like you did for us," Tanhne says, his conviction mirrored by the resolute nods of agreement from Bobma and Cissio.

"Okay. I won't stop you," Chrissy concedes, acknowledging their shared purpose. "We need to get those captives out of here and then prepare for the slavers."

"Do you have any ideas of what to do?" Lydia inquires, anticipating Chrissy's strategic mind.

"Yeah. Batshit," Chrissy responds with an evil gleam in her eyes, a sinister anticipation of the chaos about to unfold. Lydia mirrors her wicked smile, and the Lizard people, sensing the impending mischief, exchange uneasy glances in response to the humans' shared malevolence. The atmosphere is charged with a blend of determination and a hint of dark humor as they prepare for the upcoming confrontation.

One month and 11 days (Februarius)

Day 42`- Evening

Hameltheim Towers

The group, fueled by a sense of urgency and purpose, selected two horses from the pens and made their way up to the towers. Tanhne, Chrissy, and Cissio, with deft coordination, hooked up the horses to the cart just as the captives began descending from the first tower. The captives, a motley assembly of survivors, included one older woman, a middle-aged woman, their faces etched with the lines of resilience; two young girls, their eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and hope; a young man carrying one of the injured girls, his expression a blend of determination and concern; and a little boy, quietly trailing behind them, his innocence a stark contrast to the grim surroundings. The environmental details accentuated the gravity of their situation, the towers casting elongated shadows as the group prepared to embark on the journey to freedom.

"Chrissy, they can't travel tonight," Meena voices with concern, her words carrying a weight of consideration for the exhausted captives.

"Why?" Chrissy inquires, her query met with a sudden downpour, the rain intensifying the urgency of the situation. "Fuck… Okay, people, change of plans. Cissio and Tanhne, take the horses back to the pens. Sexy, go get our horses and take them down to the pens. When the horses are secure, the rest of you head back inside."

"The river might swell," Tanhne warns, his observation adding an extra layer of urgency.

"Crap, okay. Go back and get the animals, bring them up here; we'll stable them somewhere close. The rest of you, back to the Second tower. It will be cramped, but it's dry," Chrissy orders, her authoritative tone resonating amidst the growing storm.

The group retreats, with Meena leading the way back up to the second tower. A few minutes later, Sexy returns with their horses. All but Chrissy, Sexy, Tanhne, Cissio, and Bobma find refuge in the dry confines of the second tower. The group, huddled on the stairs inside the first tower, is the only place offering some respite from the relentless rain. Sexy positions himself to shelter them from the elements by backing himself into the door.

"Thane Chrissy, you should go to the other tower. We can stay here and keep watch," Tanhne suggests, his words spoken against the backdrop of the pouring rain, an acknowledgment of the need for vigilant protection amidst the storm. The emotional strain of the situation is palpable, accentuated by the relentless drumming of rain on the towers and the heightened sense of urgency.

"I think I'll stay here," Chrissy declares, her unease palpable at the thought of crossing the bridge that spans a perilous height above the river.

"She's scared of heights," Sexy bluntly reveals, his metallic voice cutting through the air with matter-of-fact commentary.

"Shut up," Chrissy snaps, her annoyance evident as she confronts her metal companion.

"Well, you do have to understand, last time she was here, she almost fell to her death on that bridge," Sexy explains, adding a layer of context to Chrissy's apprehension.

"The people will need a Thane for direction; you should go," Cissio urges, recognizing the importance of Chrissy's leadership.

"How?" Chrissy questions, seeking a practical solution.

Bobma steps forward, extending a clawed hand towards Chrissy, and utters something quietly in his native language. The group watches in surprise as Cissio translates, revealing that Bobma has offered to float Chrissy across the river, ensuring her safe passage and promising to return in the morning or if any need arises.

"That's the first I have heard him speak in years," Tanhne remarks, acknowledging the rarity of Bobma's vocalization.

"Okay," Chrissy concedes, acknowledging the practicality of the solution. "Sexy, you going to be okay here?"

"Yes. I am out of the weather here. Go," Sexy reassures her, his metallic demeanor carrying a sense of unwavering confidence.

Bobma effortlessly carries Chrissy across the river, navigating the waters with grace and precision. As he prepares to depart, she surprises herself by hugging him, expressing her gratitude. In response, she swears she hears him whisper with a heavy accent, "Velcome," a word that carries an unexpected warmth, transcending the language barrier between them. The emotional depth of the moment lingers in the air as Chrissy proceeds up an almost hidden path. Chrissy is on the verge of turning to ascend the path when she catches sight of Sexy rapidly sprinting back toward White Run.

"Where the hell are you going?" Chrissy demands over their mental link, her concern evident in the urgency of her voice.

"To get help. If the slavers are coming as soon as you think, you need help immediately, and I am the only one that can get there fast," Sexy explains, his metallic form surging over a distant hill.

"Fine, just be careful, and I want to know you made it safe and sound as soon as you get there," Chrissy orders, her authoritative tone cutting through the air.

"Bossy," Sexy teases.

"Yep. Now promise," Chrissy insists.

"I promise to let you know as soon as I get there. You just stay safe too," Sexy reassures her as he accelerates, leaving behind echoes of determination.

With Sexy on his way, Chrissy embarks on the narrow path next to the ramp leading to the second level of the Second Tower. She reflects on how she had overlooked it during her last visit. Approaching the door, she discovers it locked and knocks.

"It's me," Chrissy calls out, the door swinging open to reveal Lydia, who immediately brandishes a sword.

"What the hell?" Chrissy exclaims, surprised by the defensive posture.

"Are you under distress?" Lydia demands, her readiness for action evident.

"No," Chrissy replies, a mix of confusion and amusement in her voice.

"How did you get here?" Lydia interrogates, her skepticism clear.

"Bobma floated me over. Now put that thing down and let me in," Chrissy asserts, a hint of impatience in her tone.

"Oh, you didn't take the bridge?" Lydia realizes, her skepticism giving way to comprehension.

"Nope," Chrissy confirms with a triumphant smile.

As she enters Chrissy keenly observes the captives, noting their improved condition with better food and clothing fashioned from the remnants of fallen bandits' armor. She can't help but find a touch of humor in the makeshift attire, a stark contrast to the dire circumstances they've escaped.

"How is everyone?" Chrissy asks, her voice carrying a mix of genuine concern and warmth as she hangs her cloak by the fireplace to dry—a place rich with memories of acquiring that very garment.

"We finally managed to stop the bleeding for the girl, but she's not out of the woods yet," Lydia updates, her worry evident in her tone.

"Do we need to get her more help?" Chrissy questions, her gaze fixed on the crackling flames.

"To be honest, a healer," Lydia confesses. "I should have taken her back."

"Sexy is on his way to White Run. I'm sure he'll bring a healer," Chrissy assures verbally, while internally urging, "Sexy, please make sure they bring a healer and fast!"

"Of course. I am almost halfway there," Sexy responds.

"Be careful; even that mud can take you down," Chrissy cautions, a hint of worry tainting her words.

"I will," Sexy promises.

"We looted the bodies here and went through everything, but couldn't find much for clothing," Meena adds, glancing sympathetically at the captives.

"That is more than likely because of how much stuff Borazon, Samuel and I took the last time we took out with the last eviction. Did anyone check the other tower?" Chrissy inquires.

"Yeah, that is where we got most of the food a couple of bed rolls but no clothing." Lydia answers.

"I saw in the ledger that there are some clothes and furs in the larger cave. We should go get them for these people; they don't look warm in that garb." Chrissy remarks.

"I can go over and inform my brethren and sister of what you need, then I can come right back," Momko volunteers, stepping forward.

"Are you sure?" Chrissy asks, appreciating his willingness.

"Now that you are here to watch their backs, I am sure," Momko responds quietly. "Plus, I believe I am making them uncomfortable."

"Alright. Be careful," Chrissy advises, acknowledging the delicacy of the situation.

"I like you," a little girl smiles, expressing her fondness for Momko.

Kneeling down to her level, Momko responds, "I like you too, human."

"You killed the bad man who hurt my sister. Thank you," the younger girl expresses gratitude, surprising everyone with a heartfelt hug. Momko, initially taken aback, reciprocates the gesture gently.

"Please don't go," the little girl pleads.

"I must go, little hatchling, but I'll be right back. Be brave with my friends; they will protect you while I get something better suited for you. Can you do that for me?" Momko reassures. "I promise I'll be right back."

"Okay. My name is Nikki," the little girl introduces herself as Meena takes her hand, leading her to the table to eat.

"It's nice to meet you, Nikki. I am Momko, and I promise to bring you back something nice if you eat everything on your plate," Momko assures with a smile, and the little girl eagerly starts devouring her meal.

"I think someone has a crush," Lydia teases quietly, but Momko catches the remark. His scales turn slightly darker around the eyes in response, adding a layer of complexity to the emotions woven within the makeshift refuge. The dynamics among captives and rescuers paint a poignant picture of gratitude, concern, and the blossoming of unexpected connections against the backdrop of their shared ordeal.

Chrissy and Momko step outside together, the door creaking closed behind them. The cool night air envelops them as Momko takes confident strides towards the path. Chrissy, attentive and watchful, intercepts him before he moves too far. In the quietude of the night, their hushed conversation carries a gravity, as they discuss the password and the need for caution, away from prying ears. The shadows dance around them, and the night holds its breath as they prepare for what comes next.

"Momko, hold up," Chrissy calls.

"Yes?" Momko responds, halting in his tracks.

"We need a password to let us know it's you, so you don't get a sword to the throat like I did," Chrissy explains. "Green means that it's safe, red for danger. No response or anything else means danger. We use this whenever we are separated."

"I will let the others know," Momko acknowledges.

"If there is anything you guys can use tonight, feel free to grab it and use it. That also includes the weapons," Chrissy instructs.

"You expect trouble?" Momko inquires.

"Better to expect it and be ready than not and be dead," Chrissy declares, prompting Momko to nod in agreement as he heads down the path for a swim.

Chrissy then turns her attention back to the tower, sticking her head inside to summon Lydia to the door. In a hushed conversation, she imparts the password, instructing Lydia to have Meena come over to help with some buckets of water. Meena and Chrissy step outside, gathering the buckets while keeping the door ajar to monitor everyone within. Chrissy discreetly informs Meena about the password, fostering a sense of caution and readiness among the group in case danger looms on the horizon.

"Are you truly a Thane?" The elderly woman among the captives inquires, her eyes filled with skepticism.

"My name is Chrissy, and yes, I am a Thane, twice over." Chrissy asserts, pointing to Lydia. "This here is my White Run housecarl, Lydia – at least one of them. Milfred is my other, but he isn't here." She then motions to Meena. "And one of your rescuers is my Falls Creek housecarl, Meena. As you know, Momko was your other rescuer. Momko and his people are guarding the door and bridge right now, understanding what it's like to be where you were. All you need to do is treat them with the respect you wish to be treated with," Chrissy explains patiently.

She turns her attention to Meena and asks, "Has everyone been fed?" The warmth of the fire dances in Chrissy's eyes, creating a reassuring ambiance in the room.

"Yes," Meena confirms.

"It looks like there is plenty for seconds. If you want it, go for it. You deserve it after what happened to you," Chrissy encourages, surveying the ample food spread across the table.

"You can't be a Thane; you are so young," the woman remarks, voicing the doubt that lingers in the group.

"She is. And she is the Dragonborn," Lydia confidently announces, causing Chrissy to groan as she dishes up a plate. Whispers rippled through the group.

"Lydia, I have some Jaffa beans in my pack," Chrissy starts to say, pointing at Meena, who hands her a mug of the beverage. "Hmm, that's the stuff... You two are awesome."

"No, you are just predictable," Lydia and Meena say simultaneously.

Taking a seat by the fire, Chrissy, while looking at the older woman, says, "Okay, now that I've had the good stuff, we need to ask you some questions."

"Yes, Thane Chrissy?" the woman dutifully responds.

"First, what is everyone's names?" Chrissy inquires after another sip of the warm drink.

"I am Neeara; Kerna is my daughter-in-law. Momoa is my son's oldest. Nikki and Shanna... Shana is in one of the smaller beds, resting right now. That little boy who is hiding behind his mother is Tommas," Neeara introduces, pointing to each individual.

"No adult males?" Chrissy asks, propping her feet up near the fire.

"No, they killed my boys when they kidnapped us." Neeara explains, her voice laden with grief, tears staining her cheeks. Chrissy offers a sympathetic nod, expressing her condolences for the devastating loss.

"I am sorry for your loss. Lydia has told me that they got Shanna's bleeding to stop. I have a friend going for help," Chrissy says, her tone conveying a mixture of empathy and determination. Kerna, Shanna's mother, expresses her gratitude with a tearful yet appreciative smile.

"Listen, until we get you to White Run, we are not out of the woods. I just need you to go over a few things with me," Chrissy continues. "Do any of you know how many men they had?" The captives collectively shake their heads in uncertainty.

"So hopefully we got them all. Now, you said they kidnapped you. How long ago did they do that?" Chrissy asks, maintaining a calm demeanor to ease their distress.

"I just under a month, I think," Neeara answers, her eyes reflecting the passage of painful time.

"Where were you before here?" Chrissy inquires, signaling Lydia to offer the woman something warm to drink. Neeara takes a sip and shares, "They were keeping us in the sewers of Riften, but someone was making it hard for them, so they moved us."

"It was the ghosts," Nikki chimes in, her innocent voice piercing through the heavy atmosphere.

"There is no such thing as ghosts," Momoa interjects skeptically.

"I don't know about the ghosts there, but there are ghosts. I have fought some about a two-day hike from here," Chrissy explains, her tone thoughtful. "They were forced to kill by someone who was using them to protect his stash of illegal gains. I put them completely to rest when I destroyed the amulet that bound them to this world. Lydia and I are also friends with a ghost who vowed to serve her good in and death. But I also know that humans can pretend to be something they are not. So don't judge fully until you know for sure." Chrissy imparts her wisdom with a touch of vulnerability, acknowledging the complexities of the unseen world she navigates.

"You are friends with a ghost?" Nikki asks, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Yes, Lydia and I are," Chrissy affirms, her expression carrying a sense of familiarity with the extraordinary.

"Brana is a nice lady. Her husband is a great cook too," Lydia adds, her tone reflecting fondness for the spectral companions.

"How can a ghost be married?" Nikki inquires, curiosity lighting up her young face.

"They were married before she died," Chrissy explains, a touch of warmth in her voice. "Why don't you tell me about why you think it was ghosts that were bothering them?"

"Because I heard them saying that the Grey Ghost is getting close and that they had to move us or he'd do something bad," Nikki shares, her words carrying a mixture of innocence and concern.

"That is something to think about. Is Riften where they first took you?" Chrissy probes, her eyes reflecting a thoughtful concern.

"Yes," Neeara answers, her gaze distant as memories resurface.

"Okay. Were there others in Riften?" Chrissy continues her inquiry.

"Yes, there were about 20 of us in the area they were keeping us, but there could have been more. When they moved us, there were three others but…," Neeara's voice trails off, and a somber heaviness fills the air.

"Where are they? I might be able to help," Chrissy urges, genuine concern etched on her face.

"Death is the only help you can give them," Neeara solemnly remarks, tears streaming down her face. "There is a dark mage fort hidden in the woods about six days back; that is where the others were sold. It's a horrible place where they do things to the ones they buy that turn them into monsters." The weight of the revelation hangs in the air, a stark reminder of the grim fate endured by those who fell into the clutches of malevolence.

"Lydia, make a note of that place on the map that if I go by there, I need to introduce it to the BOOM dust the hard way," Chrissy sneers, her tone holding a determined edge. Lydia nods, swiftly pulling out a map, urging Neena to point out the potential location.

"From what I read in the leader's journal, they are expecting more soon. Do you have any idea how soon?" Chrissy inquires, her eyes sharp with concern.

"They planned on shipping the rest out within a week or two," Nikki responds, her words laden with a sense of urgency.

"How do you know?" Momoa questions, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"I overheard them talking when they thought I was asleep," Nikki reveals, her admission revealing a streak of resilience beneath her young exterior.

"You are sneaky," Momoa remarks, acknowledging the unexpected resourcefulness.

"Fact of life, Momoa. Little brothers and little sisters are sneaky. I've got two little brothers, and they are very sneaky," Chrissy says with a fond smile, her eyes reflecting the warmth of familial bonds amid the grim circumstances.

"No kidding," Momoa fake moans, his tone laced with a touch of humor despite the grim situation.

"How long ago were you brought here?" Chrissy asks, her concern etched on her face.

"About a week ago, we arrived," Neeara responds, her voice carrying the weight of the recent ordeal.

"Okay that hopefully gives us enough time for back up to arrive and to get you guys out of here." Chrissy remarks.

Chrissy, with empathetic determination, continues her gentle interrogation, extracting as much information as possible without causing further distress to the survivors. She skillfully maneuvers through the recounting of their captivity, uncovering details that may aid in understanding the bandits' operations and motives. Chrissy's supportive approach fosters an atmosphere of trust, allowing the survivors to share their experiences without fear of judgment or unnecessary trauma.

About an hour later, Momko and Cissio returned, their arms laden with a large chest. The room filled with the warmth of the fire, and Chrissy noticed the glint of weapons both lizard and humanoid forms carried — Momko with a short sword and Cissio brandishing two wicked-looking knives. When they arrived, they used the agreed-upon password for safety and were welcomed inside.

As the chest was opened, revealing an array of warm clothes, furs, and cloaks, Chrissy's eyes met Nikki's, the youngest among the captives. With a gentle yet firm smile, Chrissy spoke, "You look cold, and you'll be traveling. Pick out some clothes to wear."

Nikki hesitated, pointing out, "But they aren't ours."

"By the law of Bounty, they belong to me and my friends. Plus, I own the land, and it's on my land, so I am giving them to you," Chrissy explained, her tone carrying both authority and kindness.

"But Momko killed them too; don't they belong to him too?" Nikki questioned, her innocent curiosity breaking the tension.

A playful tease escaped Chrissy's lips, "Oh, someone has it bad," directed at the blushing Momko. Recovering, he responded, "My people and I agreed that you should have them. Plus, I have this for you."

From the chest, Momko retrieved a small fur, promising to transform into the perfect cloak with a bit of care. He also presented a silver necklace with a green gem, a gesture filled with a unique blend of cultural significance and genuine kindness.

Nikki's joy echoed in a screech as she insisted that Momko put the necklace and fur on her, an endearing moment that unfolded in the warm glow of the fire-lit room. "Saying as you wish."

The rest of the captives eagerly delved into the chest, each finding items to ward off the chill of their harrowing ordeal. Among the warm garments, they discovered sewing kits, a couple of dolls, wooden swords, and a myriad of other assorted treasures hidden in the chest's depths. The room buzzed with activity as everyone began to sort through the newfound provisions, creating a scene of both practicality and moments of fleeting childhood joy.

The rest started to look through the chest for items they could use to keep warm. In the bottom of the chest, they also found some sewing kits, a couple of dolls, couple of wood swords, books and other such assortments.

Chrissy looked at the assortment of items in the chest, clearly surprised. "You found all this in one chest?" she inquired.

"No," Neeara explained. "The others were moving the stuff from the small cave into the large so that if the river swells, nothing would be lost. While they were in there, they started to go through the items."

"Who's watching the door?" Chrissy asked, expressing concern about potential threats

"They are back at the door until we return. We will take turns watching the door, but, to be honest, I don't think anyone human will show up in weather like this," Cissio assured her

"Don't let your guard down until this is over, and even after that, if you rent this land, you must be leery of those who know about the cave coming for what's not going to be in it," Chrissy warned, emphasizing the importance of vigilance.

"Agreed," Cissio affirmed before leaving with Momko.

Chrissy observed Momoa's discontent with the wooden sword. "Something wrong, Momoa?" she asked, noting his dissatisfaction.

"I am a man. I should have a real sword so I can protect my family," Momoa declared with frustration.

"Start with a wood sword and work your way up," Chrissy advised, attempting to offer some perspective.

"You don't understand," Momoa yelled in anger, expressing deeper emotions that needed acknowledgment.

"That you say your father murdered in front of you, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. You still have your mother. I saw my mother murdered first, then my father actually died trying to protect us. All I could do at the time was run," Chrissy explained. The campfire's flickering light reflected the somberness in her eyes. "I even know martial arts. Do you know what weapon I used to protect my brother and myself?"

He just shook his head, a mix of curiosity and sadness in his eyes.

"Where I come from, it's called a baseball bat. It looks like a club and is used in games. So, don't scoff at using a wooden weapon. A weapon is useless unless used, and if you know how to use it, just about anything can be a weapon. That wooden sword, if jabbed into the right place on someone, it can wound them or even kill them," Chrissy said, her tone serious.

"How? It's wood," Momoa asked, genuinely intrigued.

"That's the problem; you don't know how to use it," Chrissy replied. "Tommas, can I borrow your sword for a few minutes? I need to show your big brother a few things."

The little red-headed boy gently handed it to her. "Thank you." Chrissy moved away from the others and said, "Alright, Momoa, come at me."

"What?" Momoa asked in surprise.

"Come at me. If you can disarm me or land a strike on me, I'll give you one of my weapons. I'll even give you the first swing," Chrissy challenged, her eyes determined.

"Are you kidding?" Momoa asked in disbelief.

"No. Now come at me." Chrissy says not even raising the weapon.

Momoa lunged forward, his wooden sword cutting through the air. Chrissy, a graceful dance of evasion, smoothly sidestepped his attacks. The flickering firelight accentuated the choreography of the wooden blades, creating shadows that played on the walls.

"Someone could get hurt," Kerna worriedly remarked.

"No ma'am. She's just teaching a few things is all," Meena reassured them as they observed Chrissy's movements. She ducked, spun, and playfully slapped Momoa on the ass with the flat end of the wooden sword, all the while keeping her own weapon below her waist.

"Hold still so I can," Momoa insisted as he lunged forward. Chrissy, however, gracefully sidestepped, skillfully tripping him with her nimble feet. Momoa sprawled on the ground, his sword sliding across the floor to his younger brother. The boy picked it up, a grin spreading across his face.

"Now do you see?" Chrissy asked, holding the point of the wooden blade to Momoa's throat.

"Yes," Momoa admitted hastily.

"Good. Here," Chrissy said, extending her hand to help him up. "Don't feel bad; you did better than the previous Thane I took on."

"Really?"

"Yes, all I did was pop him on the nose, and he forfeited," Chrissy shared. "Of course, we won't talk about all the times I got my butt handed to me by a blind man with a cane."

"A blind man beat you?" Momoa asked incredulously as he got up.

"On a multitude of occasions. Of course, I did kind of ask for it; he was my teacher in martial arts," Chrissy explained.

"What is martial arts?" Momoa inquired, curiosity etching across his face as the flames danced in his eyes.

"It's where you train your body to be a weapon and to also use other weapons," Chrissy explained, her tone carrying a blend of experience and determination. The flickering firelight cast dancing shadows, emphasizing her words.

"Martial arts is about discipline, control, and mastering various techniques to defend yourself and others," she continued, her gaze focused on Momoa. "It's not just about physical strength; it's also about mental focus and agility. It's a way to turn your body into a living weapon, whether empty-handed or armed."

Momoa and the others listened intently, absorbing Chrissy's words as the warmth of the fire played on his face. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of newfound understanding, and the group huddled around, captivated by the unexpected martial arts lesson in the midst of their rescue and recovery.

Finally, the captives were settled, granting them a much-needed respite. Lydia, Meena, and Chrissy took turns standing guard, ensuring the safety of those under their protection. During Chrissy's watch, she decided to rouse Momoa for assistance. Initially resistant, Momoa displayed typical teenage reluctance to leave his slumber. However, Chrissy, with a gentle reminder of his recent proclamation of manhood, successfully motivated him to join her in the vigil.

One month and 12 days (Februarius)

Day 43`- early morning

White Run

Sexy caused quite the commotion as he sprinted across the countryside, startling a wild coyote in hot pursuit of a speedy bird. In an odd twist, he felt the need to go "Beep Beep" as he zoomed past the frightened coyote. Reaching the outskirts of White Run, he showed no signs of slowing down. The stablemaster, Skulvarv, was taken aback as Sexy swiftly passed the stable, coming to a dramatic sliding stop at the main gate of White Run. Rearing up on his hind legs, he let out a series of loud whinnies and neighs that echoed through the air.

"That's Thane Chrissy's horse," one of the guards called out to the other. "Go and get Lt. Thadmor."

Thadmor was abruptly pulled from a deep sleep as one of the guards informed him that Thane Chrissy's horse was outside the gates without a rider. He immediately directed the guard to first inform Borazon and then rush to fetch the Housecarl.

Sexy kept rearing up and letting out a series of loud whinnies and neighs, even after Thadmor had shown up.

"This cannot be good if he has no rider," Thadmor said. "Easy, Sexy…" Thadmor attempted to calm the metal beast.

"What is going on?" a half-naked Borazon demanded, with Milfred and Samuel right behind him.

"If Sexy is here, where is Chrissy?" Samuel called out.

"We are trying to find out, but he won't hold still," Thadmor explained.

"Sexy, what going on?" Borazon demanded, looking directly at the horse.

"Finally, someone asks," Sexy said, startling everyone but Borazon and Samuel. "The guards need to get ready for battle. There is a large transport of slaves coming through White Run within the week."

"Who dares to bring slaves through my land!" the Jarl demanded as he had followed his housecarl down.

"The previous Thane," Sexy said.

"You heard him. I want the guards ready to meet these slavers," the Jarl growled out.

"I need someone to get me the healer. NOW," Sexy urged.

"Who is hurt?" Borazon asked.

"A slave child who had been raped badly; she was still bleeding when I left," Sexy remarked.

"Get the healer now," Irlieth ordered a guard.

"Borazon, check my pack," Sexy ordered as he placed the pack toward him. Borazon pulled out a journal from his pack. "Chrissy figured you would want to know."

Borazon took and read it in the gate area out of the rain. Borazon had read much of it by the time the healer had arrived.

"Get on," Sexy ordered the healer.

"I don't ride," the healer frightenedly spoke out.

"All you need to do is hold on. I'll be doing all the work," Sexy assured her as he looked down at her.

"No, I will fall off. I can't ride," the healer explained.

"I'll go with you," Borazon remarked. "Just give me a few to get my armor."

"Grandpa?" Samuel questions.

"We told Chrissy we would come in force, and that is what is going to happen, but you are staying here. Chrissy has set it up that if anything happens to her and me, you are next in line to inherit," Borazon says as he starts heading back to the house.

"Okay, but be safe," Samuel worriedly says as he follows him.

As Borazon walks by the Jarl, he hands him the journal and says, "You'll want to read this."

As Borazon readies himself, Irlieth takes charge of the guards' preparations. Some are dedicated to preparing the horse they will ride, while others focus on getting the wagons and horses ready for pulling. Caution prevails as Irlieth and the Jarl opt to keep only half of their troops, guarding against the possibility of a ruse to lure them away and leave the city undefended.

As the guards diligently prepared the animals down at the barn, their conversations unfolded amidst the bustling activity.

"I can't believe how many slaves Thane Chrissy has encountered in our hold," remarked one guard, shaking his head.

"That's all thanks to Valdrin. But there'll be a lot less now," added a second guard with a solemn tone.

Thadmor, while directing his men on harnessing the horses, interjected, "It's a good thing the previous Thane was escorted north."

Curiosity piqued, a guard inquired, "Why?"

"He's walking north and won't make Winter Helm for a while. So, we won't have to worry about them pinning us in. That, and the ones coming won't know we'll be greeting them," Thadmor explained, imparting strategic insights.

Amidst their chores, the guards were suddenly interrupted by a woman's scream. Their attention was drawn upward to witness Sexy dashing past them, carrying Borazon and the healer with an astonishing speed that left them in awe. A few hours later the guards were either mounting their steeds or getting into wagons when the jarl approaches them.

"Lt. Thadmor and valiant guards of White Run, we entreat you with two profound requests. First and foremost, endeavor to return to your homes adorned with honor. Second, obliterate those loathsome creatures audacious enough to perpetrate such horrors upon the innocent." The jarl decrees to which many cheer the guards on as they leave.

"It shall be done." Thadmor swears as he mounts his steed all of his men nod their heads in agreement.