After the bandits had ruffly dumped the former left wing’s items onto the ground they flanked the former right wing with bandits and marched them into the forest. There was an encampment close by that looked like a village, it was the actual best defense for the bandits.

Oh, they had a massive towering fort. It had ballista and cataphract and all sorts of siege engines, just bristling for war. But that was just a distraction to keep the prying eyes off of their true bases, normal looking villages.

The bandits led the right wing into the village, actual [Guard]s holding the gate. It looked like a normal village, except that there were way to many people with weapons out and clearly too many people with battle classes. Of course even clueless Micky had no doubt that this village would suddenly turn into one of numerous harmless villages the moment a patrol came along.

Apparently even though these bandits had an agreement with the [Baron] they had to pretend the part. If they were found by partols those same patrols would attack and capture them, if they fought and took blood from the patrol, there would be a manhunt until those bandits where found.

This village looked like it held about three hundred, much smaller then Micky’s, though he had no doubt that it would trounce his with all of it’s battle classes. The bandit lord did not take them to the chieftain’s hut, but a hut that was in the middle ground between the outer and inner part of the village. The hut looked like a normal hut, though it was clearly a permanent building with an underground celler.

Then they went into the guarded celler to find that it was not bare earth but had wooden walls to keep the earth secure. Or at least it seemed until a guard removed a side panel. They were then led further down the tunnel into a rock lined section. Clearly the earlier portion was designed to be collapsed so that none would be the wiser to this portion should the village be searched. Mathew was quite impressed, though only with the ingenuity and not the sophistication or level.

The bandit lord continued to lead them down the well lit halls of the celler, now underground fort. This was a true fort of the bandits. It had peep holes for bandits to sneak out of and attack should they need it. It contained an extensive armory including banned siege weapons that no bandit should have. It contained a well stocked food supply. Basically it had everything, including three borrows and three escape routes for each bandit and treasure.

It was so dizzying that even Mathew was sure that the bandit lord himself did not know all the entrances and exits and hidy holes. Of course he did not know the bandit lord’s mind, but he did have an idea of his capability.

They made it to an office that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Micky was clueless to where he actually was, even if he wanted he would need these bandits to escape back out of this twisted maze, probably by design.

Instead, he saw the bandit lord take off his helmet. He was a human with short wave golden hair, beautiful beyond belief. He had blue eyes and strong chiseled features. A true warrior pretty boy. He had the heroic impression that just screamed ‘I’m a strong warrior here to whisk you away from the mundane’ that every maiden fantasized about. Of course, there were just as many fantasies about whisking the [Warrior] away, but se lavi.

“Then let’s talk business. I want a scholarship.” Said the lord.

“We’ve talked about this, you can’t have it. Neither of us want to anger the count.” Said Mathew.

“I don’t think you have an option.” Said the bandit lord. Mathew just gave the man a dead stare. This continued for some time. Micky nervously hopped from foot to foot. Neither man was willing to give in.

But eventually, the bandit lord closed his eyes and sighed. He knew he was being unreasonable. He was a bandit lord, unreasonable was what he did. But this was a force he couldn’t intimidate, reality.

“I want the sponsorships then.” Said the bandit lord.

“You realise that they most be [Sworn] right? Eternally loyal and [Oath] bound!” Mathew said aghast.

“Yes.” Said the Bandit lord with solemn exasperation. It was clear he had been thinking on this the entire time, long before he had even decided to bring them up to his base. After he had learned about the scholarships he had been immediately turning the wheels in his head.

“Still it is too much. Who knows what bandit tricks you could be up to. No we can’t have a bandit as his sworn!” Said Mathew. He was firm on this point it was unnegotiable. Micky farted.

The two most powerful people Micky had ever known turned to him. The bandit lord gave Mathew a look. Mathew rubbed the bridge of his nose and tried not to breathe.

“Take him away, to his charges he will be overseeing.” Said the bandit lord.

A guard entered and took Micky away.

Micky was taken to the scullery. It was a small thing but it was clear that it was a functional kitchen as well as everything else. Inside was a maid that was cleaning the dishes from a small meal. Of course the maid was anything but small. She was an [Ork], a green skin (Though they can be red or purple or brown or yellow...), the green blooded murder happy…

“Hello little one.” said the female Ork. “Don’t be afraid, I don’t bite children.” Said the giant women. She was clearly muscular, but also had womanly proportions. Of course she didn’t have the perfect figure. But she was not fat either. If Micky had to place it she would be a muscular plump. He would definitely peep on her bathing though, eight out of ten peeping opportunities.

“I’m sorry I’m not scarred. It’s just that I’ve never seen an Ork before.” said Micky.

“And I wouldn’t blame you, we are just as warlike as you’ve heard I’m sure. If you had seen us that often you would be at war with us. Clearly you have not been colored by meeting an Ork before, or you would not be so happy to make a first impresion.” Said the maid.

“So why am I here, you are clearly young and beautiful, but also clearly not eligible for a sponsorship.” Said Micky, trying his best not to offend a person that could literally tear him in half.

“Har har har! Oh that is rich. No boy I know I am an old mother that has born several a child. No I am that bandit assholes wife.” Said the Ork.

“You’ve been captured and that man raped and forced you into serving him?!” Micky exclaimed.

“Well now somebody has an active imagination. Yes and no, I was captured in a sense, but it was not him doing the raping. Har har.” Said the Ork.

“My name’s Olga, yes exactly like your thinking. And when that man came upon my caravan he dueled me, back when he still did that kind of thing. Not with Ork women at least, never again or I’ll have his testicles mounted to my wall. No, I dueled him and lost. I don’t think he knew what that meant to Orks at the time. So since he beat me we were engaged. It works the other way too for Orks just so you know little one. Anyway I then came, barged into his life. Kicked out all the hussies he used to play with, now the other bandits do that, and bore his children. And the rest you can guess since there ain’t much to know.” Said Olga.

“So if you’re not my charge then who is?” Said Micky.

“Me, dipshit.” Said a female half Ork.

“Your daughter? And she’s not a bandit?” Said Mathew.

“No, and yes you can check. So no bandit shenanigans. No, I’d say that you needed to take my son’s and other daughters too, but they are either already bandits or too young too take the opportunity presented. I swear that women is going to suck me dry one of these days. She is pregnant again and she still won’t stop… It’s a good problem to have.” said the whipped man.

“No, you must at least take my daughter. She will make a fine honor guard and servant.” Said the way too doting father.

“Fuck why do I got to go with this weakling? Hu! Tell me that mother! If I take a man he has to at least let me duel him. This wimp can’t even hold up his pole! How mother? How! You and father can’t do this to me!” Said the angry half ork. She was beautiful. Extremely athletic and well endowed. She was defined, but very muscular. A warriors muscular not a sprinters. The kind of woman that was scary and hot at the same time. Even her tusks were cute.

But Micky was not thinking that at this time. Micky was just pissed. Squishy was still on his shoulder and had been roused by Micky’s anger. “You want it fine, you got it! Come on let’s do this Squishy!” Said Micky.

“Fine, it’s a duel! You can even use your pet you pathetic excuse for a man.” Said the half Ork.

“Um, you know I just talked about this right? You know that in orkish culture it counts even if a warrior uses pets. Well especially if said warrior could [Tame] a pet.” Said Olga, but by this point she was completely ignored.