Chapter 5 - Epilogue

It took Lunora a few days to recover from her fight. She was in and out of consciousness for most of it, catching glimpses and pieces of the events that led up to their return, with Trixera and Ethriel filling in the gaps for her. The first afternoon after the final fight the ogres spent their day in contests to pick the new chieftain of the tribe. This was mostly accomplished in non-lethal wrestling matches and feats of strength. Lunora had been surprised to find that Tunock, the ogre who had guarded the trio on the first night, had beaten out the competition and won the top spot in the tribe. Trix and Ethriel (and by extension the unconscious Lunora) had been honored guests of his after that, having proven themselves to the entire tribe.


From there, the Dunemaul began a ruckus party. Lunora remembered the sounds of revelry, but decided it best not to open her eyes. Apparently Ethriel had spent his time talking with Rul’gok, the two headed ogre and sage of the tribe. He taught the ogre magi about fishing and the Southsea pirate ships that frequented the shores of Tanaris and how to identify them. According to Rul’gok the ogres had agreed to move to the shore for a while to keep their promise to Trixera and Ethriel was trying to give them the means to continue their tribe’s ways without innocents getting hurt in the process.


Trix, in the meantime, had spent her night entertaining the ogres of the camp. This meant, from what Lunora had heard from a rather sheepish Ethriel, that she had danced throughout dinner and spent the night paired up with at least one, if not more, of the large brutes. When Lunora had asked Trix about it, she just grinned broadly and said that she “felt bad leaving them all hanging after her display earlier.”


On the second day the pair of active party members had fixed up one of the broken carts that littered the ogre campsite and hitched Ethriel’s mount to the front. The ogres then surrendered all of their weapons over to the party, 63 in total, including the previous chieftain’s spiked fist. Lunora was relieved to find that Trix chose not to overstay her welcome and give the ogres any thoughts that she wanted to remain at a full time basis. Instead, the two had loaded the unconscious bounty hunter into the back of the cart and taken off back into the desert.


When Lunora finally regained consciousness the pair were just pulling into Gadgetzan. Feeling refreshed and eager to get this job done with, Lunora had taken charge of getting these weapons back to the goblin who had hired them. In total the party had earned 620 gold from the endeavour, a good chunk of change evenly split in thirds. Now they were back at the entrance to Gadgetzan, the cart they had fixed being loaded with the last of a small pen of boars that Trixera had bought.


“Are you sure you want to head back to the Dunemaul clan?” Lunora asked, watching her sister lock the latch on the back of the modified cart.


Trix gave her a soft smile, “Of course! They were actually very kind to us, all things considered.”


“They locked us in cages and almost ate us. They would have turned us into living sex toys if we hadn’t won that competition!”


“Yes,” Trix conceded, “But they held up their end of the bargain. A bargain heavily in our favor that was made by a chieftain that wasn’t technically alive when they fulfilled the deal. That was surprisingly honorable of them.”


“I think you just want to go back and get captured again so you can be their sex slave,” Lunora muttered.


The younger twin flashed a wicked grin, ‘I won’t lie; I do hope to have more fun. But I’m also hoping I can start an honest trade with them. Maybe even civilize them enough to be brought into Gadgetzan.”


Lunora snorted, “Good luck with that. What do they have to trade you for the boars anyway?”


It was actually Ethriel, coming around from where he had been helping secure Trixera’s recently purchased camel, who spoke up, “If they have had any encounters with the Southsea pirates, they may have plenty of plunder to trade.”


“And if they don’t?” Lunora asked.


Trix shrugged, “I trade for favors too.”


The bounty hunter let out a weary sigh, “Alright, I’m not going to mother you--”


“Anymore,” Trix added.


“Anymore,” Lunora confirmed with a glare, “But I will ask you to please be careful and try not to get into deep trouble. I’d hate to lose my only sister.”


Trix moved forward and hugged Lunora tightly, “Thank you, Luni.”


“Don’t call me-- Never mind. I love you, Trixera.”


“I love you too,” Trix leaned closer to Lunora’s ear, whispering softly, “Now do that blood elf a favor and dominate the shit out of him.”


Lunora balked, “W-what?!” Her eyes darted over to Ethriel, but he was back at the head of the cart speaking with the previous owner of Trix’s new beast and hadn’t heard the whisper from her twin.


Trix let out a laugh, “Look, sis, I’m a good judge of character, especially when it comes to someone’s sexual nature. I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but obviously Ethriel has fallen for you. He’s a deep submissive, which is surprisingly common among men of his race actually, and sees you as his mistress whether you want to see it or not. So do yourself, and him, a favor and order him around more.”


Lunora looked away in a vain hope that avoiding eye contact with her lust filled twin would lessen the deep crimson blush spreading across her cheeks, “I don’t own people or order them around. It’s cruel.”


Trix shrugged, “If you ask me, denying Ethriel what he really wants is more cruel. He’ll follow you like a sick puppy and obey your every word either way though, even with your sexier twin throwing herself at him.”


“We are identical,” Lunora said, rolling her eyes.


“Maybe we were,” Trix agreed, running her hands down her sister's arms, “But we are now so very different. Whatever you decide to do, take care.”


Lunora nodded, smiling, “You as well.”


Lunora watched as Trix walked towards the front of the cart to head off just as Ethriel was moving back. She shook his hand and gave him a brief hug before whispering something in his ear. Judging by the red blush on Ethriel’s face and the way he glanced at Lunora, the bounty hunter was sure she didn’t want to know what her sister had just said or implied. He nodded to her and thanked her, before moving over to join his travelling companion.


The pair watched as Trix clicked her tongue and hopped up onto the cart. The camel started moving immediately, turning towards the shoreline as Trix finally grabbed ahold of the reins. Lunora gave her sister one final wave before turning to Ethriel, “Thank you, for all of your help.”


“My pleasure, Ma’am,” was his simple reply, “What are we doing next?”


The young bounty hunter hefted a large spiked ball attached to a gauntlet up from the ground, the one weapon from the tribe she decided not to part with, “Well first I’m going to see if there is anyone in this town that might be able to make me a decent mace with this. Then why don’t you and I head back to the Inn and get some well deserved rest.”


“That sounds like a good idea,” nodded Ethriel.


In a wave of pure impulse, something she decided she wanted to experience more, Lunora gave him a cold look, “I’m glad you agree, but I wasn’t really asking your opinion. I’m just telling you what we are going to do.”


It felt weird, and for a moment the look on Ethriel’s face made her think that she had just stepped over the line into being a bitch. Then a smile spread across his face and he gave her a low bow, “As you command, Ma’am.”


Lunora wasn’t sure she liked this new development, but at least she was now more open to giving it a shot.