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"MOVE! MAKE WAY FOR YOUR BETTERS!" the guards of the gate bellowed, before they began to rain hits with the shaft of their spears at the slower reacting goblins, green orcs, grey orcs, humans and Kanov alike.

"That's it!" Layla said, turning around to see who was coming into the city.

"That's what?" Kraaz said, as she tried to get moving along the tightly packed crowd at the gates of Egraz-Kaz, who was being pushed to the sides to make way for horned demons entering in the city.

"That's what I want!" Layla said, looking at the horned demons, riding their bipedal draconid mounts.

"Kazaaks?" Kraaz asked, seeing the mounts of the demons. "They are cool and all of that, but they aren't easy to keep, and aren't as reliable as a good orc-breed warg or even a human horse."

"No, not the Kazaak... That ARMOUR!"

Kraaz only then looked up to the demons, and only then she noticed they were female a couple of demonesses. She saw the armour and immediately recognised them. She didn't knew their name -The Sisterhood of Svanalla- but their more common moniker... The Chainmail Bikini Warriors. Kraaz would hardly call that an armour and like many of her green orcs brethren, she would laugh at it if she could be sure the demons wouldn't heard -or none betrayed her words to suck up to their horned masters-.

"Why?" Kraaz asked to Layla. More often than not the ozcuras grey orcs of Morod went to battle without any armour -and often with little clothes-, but Kraaz thought that being naked was probably better than wearing what she guessed was probably a very uncomfortable piece of clothes. "You should try instead some actual armour. There are a couple of only half-bad armourers in the city you can try."

"It's not the same" Layla said. "I want to be one of them! Since, ever!"

"Good luck with that" Kraaz said. "It's not like any other mercenary outfit going around Morod. They work only for the demon lords, and are now hired by the Witch King of Dol'Nur. Here in Morod, their word carry the weight of the Witch King, and they don't have to answer to little lordlings. And as such, they don't accept anybody in their ranks. It's an exclusive club only for demons, elves and maybe some half humans. There are plenty of other mercenary outfits out there, that take grey orcs. Why not join one of them?"

"I have fought in plenty of petty raids. I want something greater" Layla said. "I want to be a Chainmail Bikini Warrior!"

"Don't be silly. It's not like you can simply buy a chainmail bikini armour, and all problem solved." Kraaz said.

"Why not?" Layla asked. Kraaz waved her hand dismissively.

"Come on. I heard there had arrived a wagon of fresh fish. We should hurry to the market before they are out of the passably edible ones and are left only the rotten!"

Layla was left behind her friend a bit, as she saw the demons ride past the crowd.

Originally drawn at May 9, 2020, in part this drawing was one of the reasons I had to decide to return to Layla the Slayer story, as a sort of prequel before she became a Chainmail Bikini Warrior -how are normally known the warriors of the Sisterhood of Svanalla.

However, I'm still plagued by my lazyness to write the stories accompanying this -and other- pics!

Next on Layla's story:

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Description
Previously on Layla's story:

Mature Content

"MOVE! MAKE WAY FOR YOUR BETTERS!" the guards of the gate bellowed, before they began to rain hits with the shaft of their spears at the slower reacting goblins, green orcs, grey orcs, humans and Kanov alike.

"That's it!" Layla said, turning around to see who was coming into the city.

"That's what?" Kraaz said, as she tried to get moving along the tightly packed crowd at the gates of Egraz-Kaz, who was being pushed to the sides to make way for horned demons entering in the city.

"That's what I want!" Layla said, looking at the horned demons, riding their bipedal draconid mounts.

"Kazaaks?" Kraaz asked, seeing the mounts of the demons. "They are cool and all of that, but they aren't easy to keep, and aren't as reliable as a good orc-breed warg or even a human horse."

"No, not the Kazaak... That ARMOUR!"

Kraaz only then looked up to the demons, and only then she noticed they were female a couple of demonesses. She saw the armour and immediately recognised them. She didn't knew their name -The Sisterhood of Svanalla- but their more common moniker... The Chainmail Bikini Warriors. Kraaz would hardly call that an armour and like many of her green orcs brethren, she would laugh at it if she could be sure the demons wouldn't heard -or none betrayed her words to suck up to their horned masters-.

"Why?" Kraaz asked to Layla. More often than not the ozcuras grey orcs of Morod went to battle without any armour -and often with little clothes-, but Kraaz thought that being naked was probably better than wearing what she guessed was probably a very uncomfortable piece of clothes. "You should try instead some actual armour. There are a couple of only half-bad armourers in the city you can try."

"It's not the same" Layla said. "I want to be one of them! Since, ever!"

"Good luck with that" Kraaz said. "It's not like any other mercenary outfit going around Morod. They work only for the demon lords, and are now hired by the Witch King of Dol'Nur. Here in Morod, their word carry the weight of the Witch King, and they don't have to answer to little lordlings. And as such, they don't accept anybody in their ranks. It's an exclusive club only for demons, elves and maybe some half humans. There are plenty of other mercenary outfits out there, that take grey orcs. Why not join one of them?"

"I have fought in plenty of petty raids. I want something greater" Layla said. "I want to be a Chainmail Bikini Warrior!"

"Don't be silly. It's not like you can simply buy a chainmail bikini armour, and all problem solved." Kraaz said.

"Why not?" Layla asked. Kraaz waved her hand dismissively.

"Come on. I heard there had arrived a wagon of fresh fish. We should hurry to the market before they are out of the passably edible ones and are left only the rotten!"

Layla was left behind her friend a bit, as she saw the demons ride past the crowd.

Originally drawn at May 9, 2020, in part this drawing was one of the reasons I had to decide to return to Layla the Slayer story, as a sort of prequel before she became a Chainmail Bikini Warrior -how are normally known the warriors of the Sisterhood of Svanalla.

However, I'm still plagued by my lazyness to write the stories accompanying this -and other- pics!

Next on Layla's story:

Mature Content