The Harlots of Vesarm were treated almost like royalty besides that they had to bring money to the family tables.
There were 12 harems on the continent, each one was to give a percentage to the house master, the house master was in turn to give it to the king who then divied out the earnings towards the way in which they deemed fit.
The most ruthless of these kings was Lavet The Skewer, who would impale enimies up on a pike, creating a wall of impaled corpses in order to show the enemy that he meant business.
"Sir" it was one of his lieutenants who rode up on him, Lavet chopped the mans head of for interupting his dinner.
"How much blood must I spill!" Lavet roard up into the sky. Lavet had spilled so much blood that it had actually begun to change the biosphere of the planet.
He did not like his dinner to be interupted, this meat he had been waiting to eat for a long time. He had been slowly roasting it over an open fire, the flesh crackling like pop corn.
It was the daughter of his enemy, she slowly roasted so that Lavet could open up a time rift.
"My Azeman, this is for you."
He did not want to be interupted in this moment because he was focusing on how to present this beautiful new coat of flesh made from the offspring of his enemies to his Azenan."
Lavet had been betrayed by everyone he knew, including the imbeciles head he just now chopped off. His entire military were against him, lined up like cowardly dogs in front of the foreighn hoards castle, ready to eat the cakes and pasteries made by fat stupid men for thier weak population of sissies and cowards.
They had made it to where it would be imposible for him to ever see his Azeman ever again but he knew that she was there in the tower, with Fredrick who stuffed his face full of sugar as he sat back, expectimg it all to be over for Lavet.
"Did you want some more sweets my dear?" asked Jarek.
Azeman sat there stoned out of her mind, she had already been impregnated by Lavet but Fredrick had somehow constructed some ridiculous notion in his mind that it was his child.
"We can have a celestial baby" he said.
She felt like he had drugged her
Jarek was the son of Fredrick, Jarek was going to have to go to the planet known as Reath however he needed to do it with the coat that was on her flesh, the coat Lavet was seeking.
"The coat is the only way that the transmutation can fully occur."
Jarek had read scrolls and scrolls of fables written throughout the years. There was no way that he was going to be able to travel through the rift without that coat.
"Well Jarek, I hope that you are happy now, there is a complete maniac outside of the castle making the entire planet rain blood!"
The coats had been made from the harlots of Vesarm, they were thought to be prophets, this had also pissed off Vlad, whores as prophets, ridiculous! He often relied on these individuals for answers. Now fucking Fredrick sat there wearing the coat, eating his fucking cakes.
Jarek had managed to slip something into the food that Fredrick was to eat, so that he would passout.
Several monsters began to make thier way out of the ground, they began to devour the army of Lavet.
Lavet pulled his broadsword out of his scabbard, swinging at the hoards as they attacked. He took out several of the beast with one foul swoop, swinging the broadsword like a maniac. He performed a paddata sotto as one of the beast lunged at him, he came back with a remise, taking out several of the beast that were lined up behind him.
The sword, little to Lavets knowledge, had much greater capabilities, something that he was about to find out.
The importance of the coat was tied to the ancient legend of werewolves, unlike vampires it was uncertain how werewolves came about. It had been discovered that these skins, magically enhanced created the magical beast. They knew that if they were able to get thier hands on one of the pelts then they would be able to mimic the process, creating a hoard of werwolves.