Battle Realms Story- Anyone Can Add To The Story!

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Here is the Battle Realms story topic. Each poster adds an extra exciting paragraph to the story. Lets go!

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Shinja, after having a battle with a few bandits in the local town, sat down on his throne and had a rest. He was tired of having to defeat marauding pillagers from the adjacent province, and was starting to show signs of old age. Even though he enjoyed a long, prosperous rule, the people he ruled were starting to learn about more peaceful rulers, and there was much unrest. Indeed, there was rumours of a growing secret society which was made to overthrow his government! Scorn those spoiled peasants! They have really taken the safety and prosperity given to them by Shinja's excellent management for granted. He pondered the possibility that this unrest was because of his own receeding potence and increasing old age. After all, he WAS getting pretty old. All those intense battles have taken their toll. But-

"Of course not." Shinja whispered to himself aloud. "This is merely a momentary lapse in my ruling grasp. All those stupid peasants need is an increase in taxes and they'll be working so hard they won't have time to think about rebellion!"

Suddenly, he sensed movement to his side. His mistress, sitting beside him on an equally opulent throne stirred. She nonchalantly voiced her opinion.

"Oh Shinja, you're talking to yourself again? You really are getting old."

Damn this woman! Who does she think she is? Everyone seems to be going crazy today! Ah, fuck it. I'll just go to the bathouse and forget my worries.

So, after this short rest, Shinja made his way to the bathouse. However, something very interesting was happening when he got there...

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He was making his way to the bathouse. The Swan's Pool. it was called. Anyway, this house was a distance away from the main town, in a secluded area inside dense forest. Which is quite appropriate, considering what "naughty" things happen there. The Swan's Pool was the premier apartment for skilled geisha to train in. It is in here, that they practice the various feminine arts. You could say it's the backbone of society- people relax here, fight here, eat here, find love here. It's one of the greatest success stories of the Serpent Age.

Anyway, back to the main story. It was quite a sight to behold. The Swan's Pool was being slowly being engulfed in flames. Being in a forest, surprise attacks from enemy clans were not unheard of. However, the local servants should have put it out already. Why hasn't this fire been destroyed yet? Who knows what historical artifacts could be burning right now? It was a great waste, but an even greater enigma.

It was then that Shinja realised there was something very wrong. Perhaps the geisha of the house were being held hostage by enemy troops. Perhaps this could be the rebellion uprising that angered him this morning. Either way, he must find a way to put that fire out, fast! The timber architecture, hewn from wood by skilled craftsmen, was being destroyed. The heritage of the Serpent Clan, it's all stored within the Swan Pool's hallways! Why hasn't this been thought of before? This unprotected weakness in our society, one attack could bring down the entire community instantly!

Bringing his hand to his katana, he madly dashed into the smouldering building. Eager to find the culprits and free the victims, he braved the fiery smoke. The halls were strangely devoid of the typical hoots and laughter of clientele. Barging into the bath-houses to find water, it was then he realised.

It was bath day for the geisha.

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Suddenly, Shinja was stuck between two worlds. He couldn't even help yelping out "God!", with all those women just staring at him as if he was a pervert. Seriously, these geisha need to put their priorities right.

"Ah! No time to think about that now!" Shinja's childishness started to creep in.

"Lots of historical and cultural gold is being destroyed this very instant!"

He immeadiatly began to scoop buckets of water from the bathing pools and run outside to douse the flame. As long as the smoke is there to shield his face, his dignity can still be intact!

Time and time again he penetrated deeper and deeper into the building, seeking greater amounts of water to douse his flame. The women looked at him awkwardly- they knew he was doing them a great favour, but yet he was still snooping around looking at their private bits through the smoke. The younger ones secretly thought in their minds "who is this dashing young man who so selflessly braves these flames?" while the older geisha just felt embrarassed at having a fire come at a time like this.

Shinja heaved his great masculine body to lift the heavy water buckets. He pushed through those sultry flames of the house and got off his load, satisfying those passionate flames. He held a repetitive motion, moving in-out, in-out over and over again. It was his duty as a man to keep pushing the limits of his body. His muscles were hard, throbbing and full of pulsating blood.

The smoke thickened. Still, the man continued to seek satisfaction. His brain slowly clouds over, his sole focus on finishing the task at hand. His breathing got harder and faster alongside the women as the pink, meaty curtains of smoke tested their limits. Their bodies glistened enticingly with sweat as the steamy air caressed their thighs.

It was going to be a long night. Could Shinja do it all night long?

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Zymeth. What a strange name eh? But for some, it rings a hollow sound when you mention it to them. If you touch them in response, they shudder like glass tubes afraid of being smashed. These people are those that know about Zymeth's rule. The harsh ruler of the ominous Lotus clan, the most intelligent and powerful of all warlocks. Its because he is the one who has mobilised the Lotus clan from a naive, innocent clan of peace into a coldly fervent race. White bleached skin. Pallid eyes that sink into the skull. Muscles which sag off bones and a silent, perpetual loyalty to their master. Thats what the Lotus people are like, and those that have been around them understand the inherent melancholy of the Lotus clan.

He came to me in a dream once. It was him. I was sure that it was Zymeth, even though I never been around him before. The longest night in the winter solstice, I was huddling over a dimming fire in my small hut. I might have been delusional, but I saw him. He told me something and remember it because it was so scary.

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He kept plunging into me, his massive pale phallus penetrating my slit, spewing blood everywhere with each squelch of liquids, gaining speed faster and faster with a mixture of melting pain and pleasure, until at the climax he withdrew and spurted white liquid all over my body and god it never stopped flowing it sloshied all along my legs and face like a mustard machine gun

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hey, I'll add 2! but I'm busy all the time, but there's no time 2 make one of the story

P.S. can I add my own story?

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Yeah, do whatever you won't. I won't stop you. As you can see, I don't take this story seriously anymore.

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Wanted to ravish me and then cut my throat at the point of climax. Bastard, a gay homosexual gaybo. Sodomised me, bastard. Did me up the shitter, he did.

Good thing it was all a dream. After I woke up, the feeling of immense fear and impending doom still lingered. But there was also a slight tinge of excitement, of experiencing the unkown and enjoying it. Oh sweet lord, am I gay? Did I really enjoy being sodomised so ragingly?

I fell off my lumpy bed and tried to walk my way to the toilet. But my asshole hurt. Apparently, I had prolapse. Was it really a dream? I still do not know.

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When in Serpentholm, do as the Serpent do. Isn't that a useful quote? It would definately be more useful if I learned it a day earlier. Because now im in prison. Why?

Not doing as the Serpent does. Three weeks ago I left my farming villiage to sell congee and fermented rice drink to the people of Serpentholm, because I heard there was a siege going on and the soldiers needed more food. And ,oh boy, I walked day and night for three weeks until I reached Serpentholm, climbing walls, trekking through knee-deep muddy swamps and crossing the archer-infested forest where one false step will lead you plunging down a trap. And when I finally get there, I sit down at the side of the main street, and this fat, muscular brute comes up to me. And he says in this stupid sounding voice

"Hey you, farmer girl. Get up. I want some fermented drink."

He was two heads taller than me, and he had a nice, expensive looking sword at his side. He wore this grand, leather plated armour and had an equally condescending look on his face. But my mission was to provide congee and fermented rice drink to the soldiers, so I had to serve the soldier whoever he was.

Putting on my nicest, cutest face, I chirpily asked him

"Okay kind sir! What type of fermented drink flavour? Red Bean or Black Sesame or-"

It was at this moment that he picked me up off my feet. His rough-hewn arms caressed my feeble and defenseless body, his eyes looked like a ravenous hungry beast ready to devour me. He started breathing faster, his breath stunk and he brought his face up close to me. I could feel the stubble of his cheeks, he was that close to me.

"I want.." he said with agonising slowness. "I want.. YOU!!!"

Suddenly, with overwhelming force, he thrust me down on the sidewalk with such power, I nearly fell unconscious. My body crashed down on the stony path as he leapt on top of me, his huge body on top of mine. He effortlessly controlled my every movement, and any of my attempts to get out was deflected by his massive weight. He breathed even faster, his disgusting breath covering my face, and he wriggled his pants down.

Oh no. Oh god no, no he's not doing this!

I desperately glanced towards the bystanders on the road. Please! Help me! Don't let him do this to me! Nooo!

But the bystanders didn't help. I heard snide comments being made to the side.

"She deserves it."

"That pathetic farmer girl, don't look at her. Look somewhere else."

"Really, the soldier is doing a great service to the city..."

The soldier made a massive grunt as his erect member sprung out of his pants, he pulled my skirt up and exposed my thing.. His penis was huge and hairy, red and pulsating with excitement as fluids dripped from the tip, his face was flush with excitement and pure pleasure- my body cringed and wriggled in anticipation of the invading ram ripping through my flesh...

Suddenly, I heard in the distance a brave voice..

"Stop right there, criminal scum!"

Yes! My saviour, a man who can defend my honour!

But as he ran closer, I noticed it was another soldier, and he looked at me sort of irrepressable desire in his eyes..

Oh no.

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