[center][h2][color=crimson]Heccarim[/color][/h2][sub] Husband of Arden [@Pupperr] and Sorrin [@WeepingLiberty][/sub] [/center]

With the limp body of the weaker of the two Gems now in his lap, Heccarim lazily shoved her to his side, nearly squishing one of his dancing imps. A sound of disappointment came out of his mask, as if disapproving how quickly Sorrin had caved to such a simple threat. Regardless, Heccarim knew that he had something that neither Gem could ever bare to take: each other's lives. Classic move to any siblings, friends, lover or what have you to ensure loyalty. If someone wanted to go a step farther, he'd have them fight each other to the death to see who would have the right to continue living unless both of them wanted to die in torture together all while being whispered poison about each other. The usual outcome was the two hating each other and more than willing to go at the other once released.

With Sorrin now cared for, the Warden turned to the other Gem and sighed, "That's one of you dealt with for this last leg. Now, if you'll excuse me."

The Drakkan didn't even finish his sentence before he brutally yanked the chain around Arden, pulling her into his lap like he was fishing and closed his claws around her. She tried to spurn this advance, squirming and writhing, but Heccarim had wrestled Drakkan warriors twice her size before and his arms locked around her. On cue, the two Hoblars jumped up on their master's lap and produced a rag coated in some foul smelling liquid.

"This next part will be much easier if the two of you aren't awake to see it." The carriage filled with mist that carried the words of the Warden while the eyes of the Hoblars glowed with unnatural enthusiasm. The second they found that Arden's mouth had opened with enough, they shoved the rag in and one of them clamped down on her nose. It took a few good seconds for the Gem's movement to slow before she too went limp.

With a now silent ride, Heccarim allowed himself a short respite after sending his Hoblars back out into the open. It had been a long day and the gentle bumps of the road was something that always had a calming effect on the mind of the Warden. Simple pleasures which didn't involve someone being maimed. The two Gems where still either out cold or sound asleep when he awoke, giving Heccarim some time to properly inspect his Brides. With a chilled touch, he wrapped his hands around their bodies in various locations to inspect their physical aspects. There was little lust involved even as he reached and inspect their more personal parts; more of an artist inspect statues than anything. As he had expected, Arden seemed better built to handle the rigors of maternity, even having some traces of muscle and strength. Sorrin on the other hand, Heccarim had seen training dummies and dolls with more fortitude than her. He questioned Sorrin's capabilities and wondered if she would be better off serving as a house pet or living decoration.

By the time that he had concluded his inspection and readjusted their dresses, the carriage had already arrived at his ship. He got out and carried both his Brides out and on to stretchers carried by a gaggle of Hoblars. More gentle with Arden than he was with Sorrin, he boarded the ship along with his unconscious brides as the carriage travelled behind them and was lowered below decks by a crane. From here, they would travel up the River Korhal to a dock in Harand Kor. The floorboards rumbled as the slave drives beat their drums and cracked their whips to force the slaves to row against the current.

Heccarim had the two Gems brought to his quarters in the center room of the ship, laying them flat on the ground before sending for food and drink. Leaning over the two bodies, the Warden produced a censor from his person and stuffed a handful of herbs into it before he lit it with the fire from his lantern. A faint fog danced onto the floor and seeped between the cracks until a window was opened. The herbs were surprisingly fragrant and even Hecarrim was surprised by how pleasant they smelled. Although there isn't much that smelled worse than a decrepit dungeon complex full of rotting bodies and mold. Such a concoction was made from plants bought from Gemenia, gifted to the Warden by a merchant prince of sorts.

Sorrin was the first to wake, having passed out of her own accord instead of being drugged. She look flustered as everything rushed to her brain at once. Several questions poured out of her like a waterfall with Heccarim ignoring most of them as a group of Hoblars struggled to push a cart into the room with meat and plants. The Warden thought about telling them where the meat came from to torment them but ultimately decided against it; he didn't want to have them puking all over his floors, they had just been cleaned.

[color=crimson]"Feast."[/color] the Warden commanded, [color=crimson]"You are aboard a ship headed towards Harand Kor. The only mistake you have made is being weak; if you wish to make it up to me, become stronger and grant me a heir to Harand Kor. Less you wish to become a house pet or a wall ornament."[/color]

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>be Heccarim
>notice that one of the Gems has passed out
>damn pansy
>decide to shut the other one up as well while we're at it
>BillCosbeyModeEngage.gif
>other Gem now sleeping too
>reward self with a well earned nap
>wake up and inspect the goods
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>Sorrin is Sorrin-ly disappointing as presumed
>Ardently believe that Arden is the only one thats going to survive and give bebbeh
>get to SS Spookums on the river
>Lay the gems on the floor and get totally-normal-not-questionable meat and stuff for them to eat
>reply to Sorrin with sass
>assert dominance with whale noises while T-Posing
>actually don't
>wonder when Arden will wake up
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