Argenta is a big buff elf warrior who likes to @&$ around and find out! But when an opportunity arises to take down the greatest evil of their age, she will have to team up with the last human she expected and find that good things also come in smal...
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*WARNING FOR SPICE CONTENT/INCLUDES MASTURBATION SCENE*
Argenta stood uncomfortably against the cold stone wall, her arms crossed as she tried not to glare at the large wooden table with the Five Crowns, the monarchs of five of the eight kingdoms in Auruma.
Speaking for the elves was her own King Celeritor, looking back at her every few minutes to make sure she wasn't about to do something upsetting...which she was feeling close to doing after listening to their deliberations for the last hour. Unlike her, Rowan was sitting by her side looking so relaxed it was only adding to her annoyance.
"So we're all agreed then?" asked Nadia, Queen of Lutvia.
"I'm not!" retorted King Gihren of the opposing human kingdom of Tarma.
"Yes, but at this point we just don't care."
Queen Nadia was a beautiful woman in her fifth decade with her hair already white, but her demeanor was reflected with wisdom and patience, which one needed when dealing with fools like King Gihren, a younger more impulsive ruler with a temper. Not that their people got along get any better.
Argenta's grip on her muscular forearm tightened in frustration, it was always the same thing. Politics was a shitstorm in Auruma, starting with the fact that everyone resented the elves for naming it in the first place. Outside of petty conflicts, however, everyone mostly kept to themselves, especially the dwarves, who were all about not giving a fuck and doing what they liked in their cozy giant mountains to the north.
Even now, their Queen, Iridia, was stroking her magnificent braided beard in utter boredom. Every time she saw her, Argenta wished she could grow one herself just for the cool effect. Out of all of them, she respected her the most.
Next to her was Bront, the chosen leader of the Orc tribes to the south lands, taller even than Argenta at close to seven feet tall, with impressive tusks, an even more impressive tailor to have gotten proper robes worthy of his station in that size. While it was true that the orcs were the most combat-driven of them all, they were not warmongers, and Bront had often been the one to keep the peace between them all.
"We have considered your arguments, King Gihren," Bront said wearily. "But all our efforts to attack Maragoth or her keep directly have been...is there a better word than catastrophic?"
"That doesn't mean this is a good idea!" King Gihren protested.
"At least it's an idea other than foolishly throwing our soldier's lives away, or have you not had your fill of death?" Queen Nadia asked coldly.
"So instead we send an oversized elf maiden and your pacifist nephew, all on the word of a..." he trailed off, his eyes darting to the back of the room, where a lone figure stood as impassively as Argenta on the opposite side. Argenta had not taken her eyes off her the entire time.
They also called Auruma the land of the eight kingdoms, though this was often a joke, as the halflings didn't have one or a representative in this council. And two of the other species might as well not exist as far as the other five were concerned.
