6 Tactical cannibalism

The night passed quickly as I got to know a couple of the people who willingly chose to come with me and I gotta say I did alright variation wise.

Got 2 apprentice blacksmiths looking to strike out on their own, a couple leather workers and seamstresses, hunters and farmers, even 2 middle aged Sailors who were looking for a new start by the coast and figured if I was at least a 10th as scary as the stories made me out to be it might be worth it, so they decided to take a chance on me…..they would "probably" be safe from the iron born while living on the coast again they said.

I mean I am technically at least a 10th as scary as the stories made me out to be so that's true, but the reality I'm so much worse, I am essentially a god made flesh who could slaughter armies, armed with nothing but a rock and a can do attitude…..so yeah I think they made the right call taking a chance on me.

Life was pretty dull in the north, nothing but trying to survive winter to winter, attempting to not be raped and murdered by a bandit, passing wilding or even your next door neighbour who is finally sick of your shit, so yeah they seem to think it's pretty dull and decided to take a chance on a new lord who might be able to give them a better life.

I mean pretty much everything on westeros is rated pg to me after my bullshit experience in the 40k verse…. the worst thing they mentioned was the cannibal tribes raping, murdering and eating like 20 people and that's maybe a pg 13….and that's a hard maybe.

But I did learn about quiet a few people and how they needed up with me, I'll definitely be able to provide a better life than what they got now by a pretty good margin, it will just take a few years to get a town up and running and sea trade established.

But morning rolled around and I was up and at em before the sun was up, I technically only need a few hours of sleep every several weeks or so but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy sleep.

People were scarfing down a quick breakfast or breaking their fast as they call it… I really need to nail down the differences in how things are said.

I just downed some fire cooked meat, fed the pups and threw them on a wagon in some furs to settle, they wouldn't able to keep up and I don't want to be carrying them around with me in my pockets all day.

I even took a shit, and let me tell you…..taking a shit while not in mid combat and then having it force fed back to you through your power armour is a feeling I'll always cherish.

I could do without having to wipe with leaves though, on the plus side I don't have to check what leaves I'm using because it wouldn't effect me anyways, so no poison ivy induced Anus shenanigans for me….I just use the biggest ones available….toilet paper is up there in priority for my to do list.

The next few days were pretty bland, just moseying along an animal track they call a road and trying to keep my live stock from wondering off and being eaten by something in the forest.

I spent a good amount of time wandering off my self to hunt and scare off anything that would come close to our little caravan in attempts to find food….mainly wolves, though they were ALOT smaller than the mother killed by the bear.

Most of the horses I was gifted were ridden by people who knew how to ride or people who were eager to learn, which was fine due to them all having saddles.

There was quite a big of hub Bub of small folk riding while "their lord" walked on foot, but eventually they got over it with an explanation of me killing the horses if I tried to ride them and if no one rides them then you would have to walk besides them and that's just stupid, which they hesitantly agreed.

But the farm animals seem placid enough strolling through the forest with us, but I'd say that's more to do with the fact that I could smell out and kill anything that could spook them that even thought of wandering in our general direction, so we were stockpiled on meat, fur and leather to be tanned.

The pups settled down around the 2nd day when they realised people weren't going to hurt them and have instead been taxing their share of food from everyone at meals, I'll have to stop that eventually, I'm not raising domestic house dogs...if they were those adorable little sausage dogs then maybe I'd consider it, but these thing were probably dire wolves…..show some fucking back bone..

It wasn't until the 5th day and just coming up to the small settlement that was over a crested hill that someone pointed out smoke in the sky.

I ran ahead to the top of the hill to see what was going on as a few men tried to follow me but failed miserably keeping up even on their horses.

As I got to the top I placed a hand flat over my eyebrow and squinted, and I noticed a bay with a number of wooden huts with people running around like chickens with their heads cut off but when I noticed two boats with what looked like squids on the sails, I knew exactly what this was….. IT WAS FREE SHIPS!!!

As the men who caught up said " lord fenris what do your space marine eyes see?"…..no they didn't….would have been cool though, they just asked " what is it m'lord?"

" well fellas, I got some good news and some bad news, which do you want to hear first"

As they were squinting at the small village a little to try and figure out what's going on due to human eyes not being able to see that far away.

Will was one of the people in the little catch up group to speak first.

"Good news?"

" it's an iron born raid "

They seemed to be stunned for a second al with the same look that said " how is an iron born raid good news!?" But never voiced that particular opinion.

And will who I have just decided will be my right hand man asked again

" and the bad news m'lord?"

"You fellas are going to have to clean the corpses up of those salty seamen when I'm finished with repoing my new ships down there"

Without waiting for them to figure out what I meant I burst into a full sprint at speeds that would boggle them mind of the people of this world….I'd say I would max out at around 130kph.

Along the way I reach down a pick up a few rocks which was more annoying then it should have been, this fused rib cage makes upper body flexibility pretty shit, but I guess it's not so bad considering it protects all my need to livey livey bits...kinda...space marines are near impossible to kill without taking their head off their body..and even then it's not always a guarantee..

I managed about 6 rocks on my little cross country sprint to my new little hovel of a village and just as i was about 400 meters out I noticed one of the salty sea dogs dragging out a women by her hair.

And without much thought and without breaking stride i huck a rock at the rapey squid man and it hits true, straight into his right eye…..and out the back of his head followed by a good amount of brain matter….

That caught the attention of some more of the hentai rejects as they saw their fellow seaman crumple to the ground and start making their way toward me…..but I'm moving much to fast toward my goal…..my new ships!!

And without stopping once my ammo stockpile was depleted I made my way through my new settlement, which from what I've seen is a shit hole it in being honest,this caused the rest of the fish fuckers to drop whatever looting or raping they were engaged in to focus on the gigantic man who killing their guys while running toward their get away ride.

It wasn't long before I was before the ships, while they weren't beached, they were pretty close to it, having the bottom of the hull dug a little into the sand, I was charging straight for them and while slowing down so I don't overshoot my shot I leap straight onto the deck of the first ship….which the ship definitely didn't appreciate going by the groaning sound of the wooden planks that make up the deck made or the whole ship shuddering when I landed.

And the short straw of the men not being able to loot and rape and were stuck guarding the ship just seemed to get so much shorter on my arrival.

I didn't even wait for the classic "who are you!?" And just bulldozed my way into the 6 unlucky souls about to be subject to my violence and tactical cannibalism to find out where these fellas came from and how many more of my ships they have.

I didn't take but a moment and a few arms swings to turn these once proud men of the sea into broken and bleeding corpses...better get this over with quick before anyone sees.

I bend down and scoop a bit of flesh of the deck and toss it down my gullet to get some info….the life of a space marine and all that…

I'm hit with some info about a smallish island ruled by a lord on the north side of the iron islands who commissioned this "acquiring" of thralls and salt wives, and any possessions that would come with "acquiring" them….he has….I'll have 13 new ships soon enough….

I don't have enough people for 1 ship let alone 15, meh the future me problems I guess…the me of right now has a few more peppy sailors to brutalise.

With everyone on this ship dead I take a running leap straight into ship number two and start my grim work all over again.

Takes merely a few moments before both ships are devoid of life, but it's given the land bound crew to make their way over….haven't made it to the ships yet, but that's not for a lack of trying, i was simply too fast.

I hopped off the boat as their little rabble came together…about 50 men all in all, a couple are still making involuntary babies with some unlucky ladies from what I can tell, but judging by the men with weapons making their way toward them I'm sure that will sort its self out soon enough….

As the motley crew of sea faring pirate rapists are taking stock of me in their little spread out formation and whispering to themselves one of them steps forward…