Thread: The Fall of An Era [ Father x Fruit ]

The man's words were eloquent. That doesn't fit the common thought , Catelyn thought. Men were mostly deemed inferior barbaric ruffians by elves, specially by those of high blood like Catelyn, yet all of Catelyn's impressions on humankind seemed to stem from what stories she had been told as a little girl. Elven folklore seemed to always depict humans as courageous but uncivilized characters. They were shown as creatures with weak judgement that is often clouded by emotions. In some stories, the people were submissive and loyal, but in other songs they were treacherous and cunning. During her younger years, 'Jellybelly' had been her father's jester in court, tasked with making her father's guests laugh and dance. The fool would often sing her songs and jiggle his belly to make her laugh, earning him his name. 'He Slew The Bear' was a story about a prince that set out to kill the black grizzly bear that had captured his beloved princess. In that story, the main protagonist was a caring and loyal lover. In another song, 'The Man Who Sold The World', the human character is a perfidious and witty merchant who'd earn a fortune deceiving his elven customers and would end up faking his own death and retire to a small human city. A city just like Valerii . Thus was the nature of songs and tales Catelyn had grown up listening to. The more bawdy songs were kept from her until she became of age. The Man Who Fucked The World was a particularly popular one among the gentry, but so were 'The Foot Long Cock, Her Tits Mumbled Kisses, and The Lover's Embrace. All of those songs spoke of human sexual exploits, their relentless libido, and their constant transfixation with intercourse. Women made some of the more expensive prostitutes in most grand capitals in the land. Their thick hair and big busts made them a match for their elven peers, even though the elves were more famous for their peerless skin and petite bodies. Humans were masters in the ways of sex, though, and in that market, experience and skill outweighed aesthetics. Otherwise the mermaids of Karth would have been the most expensive. An elf might as well stick his cock up a fish's arse . Yet Catelyn was a more informed individual. Her judgement of character transcended preconceived notions and prejudice found in folklore. She read and studied history, and she knew, at least in paper, how to approach a man. While their wisdom may not rival that of elves, their vision wasn't as fogged as a dwarf blinded by greed for gold. Her kind believed that traitors only gave birth to traitors, but Catelyn didn't like to paint with that big a brush. Her father had even decreed that all human residents of the elven capital were exempt from military service because he feared their disloyalty. Oh how he'd love to hear I asked for 3000 of their swords . Is it poverty you fear, ser? Her eyes never left her visitor's. She studied his every flinch, every shift of his eyes and turn of his lips. She examined his tall posture and relaxed hands. Her eyes were full of curiosity and doubt, and impress, no matter how I'd like to deny it . If you fight out of fear of poverty, I can promise you the riches of the land, Aelius. My scouts tell me of your defensive formation near the hills and on the riverbank. Clever use of terrain. Its elementary but most of the buffoons on my ranks can't name a wedge formation from a crane one. She glanced at Rodrik. The old man took the insult like a sponge. Yet for every man we kill, you need to kill fifteen elves. For every unit we crush, you need to eliminate five. I can sustain losses for years and years to come, and while your supply depots deplete, my reinforcements will continue to arrive with provisions. Such a shame your talents are dedicated to a losing cause. Catelyn rose from her seat and approached Aelius, her fingers rested gently on his chest as she uttered her next sentence. Join me, and you won't fear no poverty nor enslavement