[u][b]The Bestia Horde High Chiefdom of Bestia Castle Dire[/b][/u] [img]https://images-ext-1.discordapp.net/external/hnYqesTr3Z7nbcRBMIaa0OI5y-rjvRjaBBOfGP-WDLM/%3F1499462818/https/cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/006/553/624/large/karakter-design-studio-kar-cirithungol-warmonger.jpg?width=1200&height=513[/img] Auguba took a large sip of Khudarian wine, savoring every moment of flavor. As soon as the last parcel of wine left the goblet his slaves immediately moved to refill it, without a single gesture or order leaving his mouth. [img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/810901872188850208/820404379378384986/Auguba.jpg[/img] If that was not proof of dominance and strength what was? And yet Auguba knew that many of his fellow kinsmen, the great Beastmen, would view this as weakness. As if fine wine, a luxurious chamber, and loyal slaves was something to be ashamed of. Truly they were envious, dimwitted animals by every margin. If they were smart they would feign friendship and acceptance, before killing him while he lay drunk. With this in mind Auguba glanced at the door to the outer chamber, where his so-called loyalist all slept drunk and fatigued from last night’s feast. He needed to get them hooked on this good life, enough where they would do anything to remain in his good graces. Yet there was also the danger of them deciding they liked this life enough to take it from him, make it their own. Which was why he never slept in the same room as any who wasn’t a slave of his. That and Auguba believed he was above the barbarity of sleeping in a public chamber amongst the stanke and debauchery of his fellows. Auguba was a High-Chieftain after all. “Sire!” Screeched a decrepit beastman, scurrying towards him. “What is your will?” [hider=Bobogi] [img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/810901872188850208/820404382016471060/Bobogi.jpg?width=373&height=513[/img] [/hider] Auguba finished another goblet of Khudarian wine. Once more it was refilled. “Awaken this lot, Bobogi!” Bobogi kneeled “At once sire!” Bobogi grabbed a large stick and began poking and even hitting the sleeping occupants. “Up! Up you animals! Party is over, it's a new day! Get up!” At once the snarls and insults began, his guests clearly unhappy at the sudden disturbance of their until now peaceful slumber. From another private room that had beads and string rather than a real door, emerged a she-beast who examined the commotion with little amusement. She imminently walked to Auguba. [hider=Xandla] [img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/810901872188850208/820404393554739240/Xandila.jpeg?width=383&height=512[/img] [/hider] “Witch” Spoke Auguba. “I trust the festivities were to your liking as always.” “I suppose they were.” Said Xandla, a Malum-Satyri/beastman halfblood with some interesting physical features from her long beastmen heritage. “I do prefer the company of my slaves over your guests. Speaking of which.” Xandla snapped her fingers and three slaves emerged from her chambers. Well two slaves and her apprentice, but the girl was basically a slave with extra steps in Auguba’s eyes. The other two slaves were both young men, one a human and the other a kerk. Between the two boys was the so-called apprentice, a human as well. Twiddling her fingers in worry. [hider=Apprentice] [img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/810901872188850208/820404376845811732/Apprentice.jpg[/img] [/hider][hider=Human Slave] [img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/810901872188850208/820404389091999774/Human_Slave_Boy.jpg?width=463&height=513[/img] [/hider][hider=Kerk Slave] [img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/810901872188850208/820404391625621534/Kerk_Slave_Boy.jpg[/img] [/hider] Xandla handed a small sack to the girl. “Take this to the altar and prepare it, I shall be making another sacrifice today.” “Yes master” said the girl with a bow. Xandla looked to the Kerk. “Go with her.” The kerk slave bowed his head and walked off with the apprentice; eyeing the girl with some vague expression of annoyance. Keeping kerks as slaves was a near impossible feat. Auguba could only hope that Xandla knew what she was doing. Auguba took another deep sip of his Khudarian wine and shouted. “Bring me my horde captains!” He moved to his throne that stood at the forefront of the feasthall. Another slave refilled his coblet. Xandla shooed her human slave boy away and stood by Auguba’s side, much to the irritation of Bobogi, who took his position at Auguba’s other shoulder. Suddenly a figure jumped down from the rafters, landing elegantly on the throne’s head. “Yes Auguba?” Question Cito, the Impius-Vaala, and one of Auguba's horde captains. [hider=Cito] [img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/810901872188850208/820404385381089300/Horde_Captain_Cito.png?width=156&height=513[/img] [/hider] “Off my throne.” Said Auguba bluntly. “It was expensive.” “No fun.” replied Cito, cartwheeling off the chair and onto the space in front of Auguba. Behind Cito stood 3 other figures. The other Horde Captains. Klepper the gnoll. [hider=Klepper] [img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/810901872188850208/820404387272720404/Horde_Captain_Klepper.png?width=445&height=513[/img] [/hider] Gorag the beastman. [hider=Gorag] [img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/810901872188850208/820404387876044810/Horde_Captain.jpg[/img] [/hider] Amberall the Malum-Satyri. [hider=Amberall] [img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/810901872188850208/820404383539789844/Horde_Captain_Amberall.jpg?width=510&height=513[/img] [/hider] Horde Captain Revain was nowhere in site. As per usual, the man must have not deemed it worth his time. Auguba took yet another sip of his Khudarian wine. “My compatriots, I’m sure you have all indulged in the pleasures I have to offer.” Amberall’s face lit up with a big smile and nodded. “Indeed your greatness. The food and wine was tantalizing to the tongue, the music heart pounding, the company most worthy, and the slaves easy on the eyes.” She must have been up all night rehearsing that. “I agree.” Spoke Gorag, the large beastmen tapping his claws upon his blade. “However, I feel that one thing was missing.” Oh here we go. “DEATH!” Gorag boomed, all others in the room jumping or staring in unease. “Death indeed.” Cackled a clapping Cito. Auguba could never get a read on her. The Vaala freak. “My lord.” Klepper managed to get out. “Is there any work that needs doing?” Auguba took another sip of wine and nodded at Bobogi; who pulled out some ragged scroll and began reading. “As of now collecting tributes from the elven blood clans to the north is all that remains to be done until next season’s collection” “Well then my lord.” Interrupted Cito with a devilish smile on her face. “May we have permission to raid southward? Pretty please? I’ve been soooo bored lately.” Auguba took another sip of wine this time unamused. Again? Raid the Valanor Accord again? These guys had no taste. “Do as you please.” Said a bored Auguba. “But don’t blame me if something goes wrong. I’m not assembling a great horde for your whims, only my own.” With a gitty laugh Cito and the other captains left to prepare their warbands. Xandla and her remaining slave returned to her chambers to gather ingredients or some such. Auguba returned to his chambers as well, to sit upon his balcony and watch as his soldiers scurry about like ants. Bobogi followed him and began speaking of political matters. “Warchief Jukon speaks of your weakness my lord.” Said Bobogi. “He believes you to be a milk-drinker. A piss-a-bed scum of the lowest sort.” “Thank you Bobogi, I get the point.” Auguba said, trying to get his servant to shut up. “He says you are nothing sire! Not better than a human he calls you! Fat, lazy, and weak hearted on all fronts!” “That is enough Bobogi!” Auguba raised his voice. “You may take your leave.” “Y-yes sire” said Bobogi, whittling out of the chamber. Auguba wondered if Bobogi was just dense or if those were his own thoughts given words. The little bastard. Auguba contemplated the Jukon situation. Warcheif Jukon was one of the many savages out there jealous of all Auguba had obtained. Him and his whole bloody herd of axe-dragging animals; who felt they should rule just because they figured out how to attack defenseless farmers and know the best way to kill a man slowly while only having just figured out basic concepts such as clothes and baths. Uncultured swine. Auguba went to take a sip of wine but found his lips dry. What was the meaning of this? He turned to his slaves who frowned, the women shaking their heads as if to tell him no. “We have ran out of Khudarian wine my lord.” said a slave girl with a frown. Auguba was silent. “Shall I fetch you another brand?” Asked a different slave near the chamber entrance. No more Khudarian wine? NO MORE KHUDARIAN WINE!? Was Auguba not a great high chieftain? Was Auguba not the master of these lands, of these halls? Yet he was powerless in the face of an empty goblet. This was an outrage! This could not be allowed to stand! Suddenly an epiphany came over Auguba. Yes this was perfect. This was exactly what he needed. The inspiration for greatness and the means to deal with Jakon and any others who dared to defy the canvas of Auguba’s majesty. Auguba began laughing out loud, causing the slave girls around him to join him nervously. “Bobogi!” Auguba shouted, continuing his laughter. “Bobogi come here now!” “You called sire!?” Asked a worried Bobogi, scurrying into the chamber. Auguba held out his goblet, pointing at his fellow beastman. “Bring me Revain at once Bobogi.” Auguba turned to a slave girl. “And yes, a new brand of wine will do. How about an Itillia raspberry.” “As you command” Said the slave girl. Auguba stood up and walked to his balcony. “I have changed my mind!” Auguba’s captains, soldiers, and slaves looked up from the yard below, ceasing their activities. “Call upon all the warchiefs! For we shall commence a grand raid of the south! The true south! For too long long we have wasted time on Thakis, Valanor, and the Duchy of East Orduin! I seek greater prizes in lands untouched!” The slave girl with the Itillia Raspberry returned in a timely manner and filled his goblet. He took a big sip of it and held the girl with his free arm. “We shall amass a great fleet and raid Caslan, Xodia, Nagintyar, Basmarra, even the bugs will quake before us!” Auguba’s horde began to cheer and howl in animalistic delight. Auguba raised his goblet high above his head in a almost godly manner, letting out a booming roar. “But most importantly we shall finally raid the great lands of Khudara!” The howls of the horde were loud, the cheers of bloodlust and possibility mixed with the cries of excitement and eagerness. All eyes were on Auguba. It was moments like this that Auguba adored the most; the feeling of dominance that few of his fellows could truly understand. Fear can only get you so far. It is love that truly makes an army dangerous. And this army would love Auguba by the raids end. He just needed a fleet first. However even this was but a secondary goal. One way or another Auguba would have that damn Khudarian wine.