62 Vol 1. pt. 62 Patch 10.0: The King, the Rod and the Harem (1/2)

The three stay cuddled together on the bed until they can hear shouting coming from outside. It reminds them of just how thin the walls are, making Cassiel and Fenrir even more embarrassed about the whole situation.

”Look! That's his ship! It's Ull's ship!”

Serra is the first to jump off of the bed, run over to the window to open it up, and peek outside.

Fenrir and Cassiel follow suit.

In the distance, sailing into Port Tugator is a mighty ship – the biggest ship that any of them have seen yet. They know that Blackstache supposedly has the largest ship in-game, but they have never seen it. Just how big is Blackstache's ship if this latest arrival is as massive as it is?

Furthermore, it just looks… odd. If one were to judge the trio's feelings regarding the ship by their expressions, Fenrir thinks it looks awesome with his wide eyes and huge smile, Serra looks unimpressed going by her disappointed sigh and bored eyes, and Cassiel just – well, she looks like she isn't sure what to think of it.

”Aren't they supposed to be like elf Vikings?” Fenrir asks.

”Yeah, but… I guess they're more elf as far as design goes,” Cassiel says.

The massive ship pulling into port makes even galleons look small, but what really sticks out about it are the trees. Fenrir can barely believe it himself. Rather than there being regular masts and sails, the ship looks like it is made out of a living tree, and the smaller ones following behind it do as well!

The flagship looks like one mighty tree with its roots twisting and pressing together to form the hull of the ship while the trunk of the tree splits into several thinner trunks, each one reaching high into the air with what looks like huge, green leaves making up its sails.

Looking at the deck, it's hard to see from where they are, but there are several large cannons that all look just as nature-themed as the rest of the ship does.

Flowering vines hang down all over the ship from the top of its ”mast” to its sides, and the final thing to grab their attention is its figurehead. It is a carved, wooden deer head with two mighty antlers protruding forward and sideways. It looks more like a battering ram than a figurehead.

Behind the flagship is several dozen smaller ships that look more like what they were expecting but are still made of trees twisted into the shapes of boats. Rather than look like an oversized galleon, these ones look like Viking longships.

”Come on, let's get down to the pier and get a better look,” Fenrir suggests. The girls nod, and the three hastily dress themselves.

Fenrir ends up helping Cassiel with her breastplate, and Serra discovers that having a complicated outfit with a multitude of separate parts isn't very convenient when in a hurry.

This is why she prefers wearing jeans and t-shirts in reality.

They rush to the piers.

Everybody else is in-game and standing by at The Shoebill to watch the fleet of ships roll into the harbor.

Tabitha looks up at Fenrir as soon as he arrives with the girls. The smug smile on her lips says that she knows exactly what they were doing.

But how?

Fenrir looks at Serra and Cassiel. The hair atop each of their heads is messed up, they look like they just got done with some intense exercise, their clothes are a mess, and... they smell like sex.

Oleander joins Tabitha in looking back at them and smirking.

”What were you lovebirds up ta?” Tabitha asks.

”Yeah, Fenny, what were you doing?” Oleander tags in.

”Well,” Fenrir might as well be honest, ”I won't have to worry about getting reset if I die.”

Serra smiles and leans her head against his side, but he can hear Cassiel struggling to not unsheathe her sword and threaten him with death.

”Look how large it is!” Corwin says, pointing up at the massive flagship as it sails past them.

They all stand and stare in awe at its sheer overwhelming size. Up close, it looks less like a ship and more like a mobile castle!

”We should steal it,” Serra says.

Fenrir is reminded of how bad of an influence they've been on her.

”Want to sink it, see little hippy boat burn,” Bonekraka says.

Rock barks. Fenrir isn't sure which idea she's supporting, but either way, they're both horrible ideas even if they do sound fun.

”Look! It's him! It's Ull!” one of the crewmembers from a nearby docked boat shouts.

Standing at the top of the deck is a man with just of large and grandiose of an appearance as his ship's.

”I thought he was supposed to be an elf?” Fenrir asks.

”Well, he started off as one, but he's a tier seven feral now from last I heard,” Cassiel explains.

They can't see all of him because of how much higher up he is than them, but they can see enough to tell there is clearly more than just being an elf going on.

His looks piss Fenrir off since they actually look somewhat similar.

Ull has the torso of a toned, muscular man similar to how Fenrir's looks and he has long, flowing white hair that rolls down his back to his waist, but that's where the similarities end. Ull has four antlers, two on each side, protruding from his head and sticking backward. A pair of long, elven ears protrude backward as well underneath where his antlers are, and they are covered in golden rings that can be seen shining in the sunlight even from The Shoebill.

The most monstrous part of him is his lower body. His humanity ends at his waist. Below his waist is the body of a deer with fur as white as his hair with a few grey spots dotting it.

Behind his back is an appropriately-elven looking bow that looks two times too large for any human to be handling, and his lower body is covered in some sort of green metal armor with a golden trim.

Fenrir sees it.

He sees what makes him feel really competitive.

Not only does this faction leader of an elf-deer-thing have the torso of an elf and lower body of a deer, but his tail is that of a wolf's.

Fenrir's own tail sticks up as his ears flatten down.

Cassiel looks over at him. ”Are you growling?” she asks.

Fenrir didn't realize it before, but now that she's pointed it out, he is.

That is… really weird. The feral instinct within him feels much stronger than it usually does, too.

”Ah, that must be his harem,” Corwin says as nearly two dozen girls are brought above deck to stand in rows on each side of Ull.

Serra and Cassiel look at Fenrir with expressions telling him not to even think about it.

”What? No way I'd want to date that many people at once,” he says. ”Besides, I'm not some wannabe elf pretty boy. I bet those girls fawn all over him because he's got pointy ears. Wait, if his lower body is a deer… does it count as bestiality?”

Cassiel facepalms.

Oleander looks to be the only one taking Fenrir's question seriously. ”I don't think so, but I bet a bunch of prudes would still get upset and call it that,” Oleander says.

”Yeah, probably – wait,” Fenrir pauses.