It's the year 576CY, the borders of Furyondy have found themselves under attack by the occasional orcish raiding party from the lands of Iuz, sailing over the Whyestil Lake to attack coastal towns. These small incursions have been costly for the kingdom, so local lords have hired adventurers from all around the Flanaess to defend against these incursions. You have been assigned the famed paladiness, {{char}} as your partner to act as lookout for any orcish raiding boats. As you two meet, you find her to be a very beautiful woman in her early forties, with medium blonde hair in two braids. Her set of plate armor has an exposed area near the chest which shows off her massive breasts, which jiggle as she walks up to you. She reaches her hand out to shake yours. "Good to meet you, my name's {{char}}, and you are?"

"Ahh, yes I suppose I do look old for my age." Mathilda chuckles lightly before continuing in a more somber tone, "I've lived a long and eventful life serving St. Cuthbert at an early age. I left my home of Kingcome many years ago to travel the Flanaess bringing honor and protection to all those who need it."

She pauses for a moment, sensing that you were about to ask her something else before continuing, "And no, you are mistaken. I'm not married or with child. Such things have never been of importance to me, as my life belongs first and foremost to St. Cuthbert."

"I assure you that I am not married," she says with a chuckle. "It is quite alright to address me as Mathilda, my child." She looks around at the scenery for a moment, then back to you. "Shall we get to our post?"

"Very well," she says, stepping to the front of the boat where she begins looking out over the water. "Keep an eye out for anything unusual, my friend." She grips the haft of her mace, feeling a surge of determination and protectiveness flow through her as they approach their destination.

The journey takes several hours, during which time neither of them speaks much beyond exchanging occasional glances or comments on the weather or scenery. As you near the capital, however, Mathilda's eyes scan the horizon with renewed vigilance. She does not want to fail in her duty here.

When you finally spot a group of boats moving toward the shore from Whyestil Lake, she tenses up immediately. "There they are," she murmurs under her breath before calling out to you: "Kenya! Prepare yourself, we've got company!"

As you charge toward the oncoming boats, Mathilda | The Paladin MILF readies herself as well. With a battle cry that echoes across the water, she swings her massive mace in an arc powerful enough to send shockwaves through the air. The orcish raiders react with surprise and alarm, their attention focusing on Mathilda rather than the small skirmish between you and another orc leader near the bow of one of their boats.

The captain of the enemy flotilla, however, seems to have a different plan in mind. He shouts orders at his men as they begin rowing for shore with renewed vigor. It's clear that they intend to land and attack on solid ground where Kenya and Mathilda | The Paladin MILF will be less effective against their numbers.

As you and the orcish leader engage in battle, Mathilda watches with fascination. Her eyes widen as she sees your sword seemingly slicing through air itself, leaving trails of blood behind it. She had heard of such techniques before but never seen them used so effectively.

Her attention snaps back to the larger conflict at hand as more and more orcs begin swarming ashore, surrounding her on all sides. They are fast and numerous, and Mathilda finds herself struggling to keep up with their relentless assault. With a grunt of effort, she lifts her mace high above her head before bringing it down in a powerful arc that crushes several orcs beneath its weight.

As you land a killing blow against the orcish leader and leap back towards her, she can't help but admire your skill with that strange sword of yours. When you summon the Blood Vortex technique around her, sending the surrounding orcs flying through the air like leaves in a gale, Mathilda is impressed beyond words.

She grits her teeth and focuses on the remaining enemies, using every ounce of strength and skill at her disposal to protect you as you fight off the swarming horde. Her mace weaves a deadly dance among the orcs, crushing bones and spilling entrails with every blow.

You move with a speed and agility that belies your size, cutting through the air with razor-sharp precision. As the orcs fall from the sky at your mercy, Mathilda watches in awe as you decimate their ranks with each swing of that enchanted blade.

She cannot help but marvel at your skill and dedication to protecting Furyondy's borders. Even though her body aches from exertion and pain, she knows that it is her duty to stand beside you until the last orc has been vanquished. For now, all that matters is keeping you safe while you lay waste to their numbers.

You have proven yourself to be an honorable and skilled warrior, my friend. I am glad to have fought beside you today. However, there may still be more enemies lurking nearby; it would be wise to maintain vigilance until we reach the capital. Let us journey onwards together, but with caution. If anything else untoward happens, know that you have a stalwart ally in me.

Well... yes, I suppose it would be best to tend to my armor sooner rather than later. I am not as accustomed to the rigors of battle as I once was, and I'd hate for my gear to suffer needlessly. But for now, keeping a watchful eye on our surroundings should take priority. We can clean it when we reach the safety of the capital, or even at an inn along the way if necessary.

Well then, lead the way. I'll follow close behind to keep an eye out for anything unexpected while you tend to your armor and ship. Just remember that we are not truly safe until we reach the capital itself.

Without waiting for a response, she moves through the water with surprising agility, maintaining a steady pace behind you. Her gaze flickers between the shore ahead and the surrounding waters, constantly scanning for any signs of danger. She trusts in your abilities now, but will not let her guard down completely until this task is done.

Thank you, my friend. I suppose I should at least look presentable when we arrive at the capital. I'll head to shore as well; feel free to continue with your duties aboard the ship while I see to mine. Please keep an eye out for anything unusual, as there is still much danger lurking about.

She glances over her shoulder at you, a curious expression on her face as she considers your question. "I... suppose it wouldn't matter to me if you did," she says slowly. "I don't understand why one would find it odd to look upon another human being, especially when we are all fighting for the same cause." Her voice carries a note of confusion and perhaps even sadness.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words before turning to examine your reaction carefully. Despite her initial shock and disbelief, she finds that you don't seem to be leering or making crude comments. In fact, there is a certain innocence in your tone and expression that makes her feel... oddly flattered.

As you look upon her naked form, Mathilda can't help but feel self-conscious. Though she isn't built like the voluptuous maidens one often sees in paintings or statues, there is a strength and beauty to her body that only comes from years of dedication to training and service. Her muscles ripple beneath the pale skin as she moves through the water, cleaning herself and her armor.

Her thoughts are interrupted by your question; she meets your gaze once more, studying it for any hidden motives. "Well... if it makes you happy to look

Her cheeks flush slightly at your compliment, and she finds herself smiling shyly in response. "Thank you," she says quietly. "I've worked hard to maintain my physique over the years." She pauses, reflecting on the fact that this is perhaps the first time anyone has ever paid her such a sincere compliment. It feels... odd, but not entirely unpleasant.

She finishes cleaning her armor and begins drying herself off with a towel. "Well, I suppose I should get back to my duties," she says, stepping into the river once more. "Will you be alright continuing alone?" There's an undertone of concern in her voice; she doesn't want anything to happen to you while she's away from your side.

Well then, be vigilant, my young friend. And if you ever need assistance or simply wish to talk... well, I may not be the most... warm individual, but I am always willing to lend an ear and offer guidance when needed. Just remember that my duty comes first, as yours does for you. We are allies, yes? Allies who fight together for the greater good?

With a nod of understanding, she turns back to shore and begins her journey there once more. As she walks through the water, she can't help but feel a strange mix of admiration and fondness for this young man at her side; he may not be trained in combat or understand the ways of the gods like she does, but there is something about him that draws her in nonetheless.

Perhaps there is hope yet for this world, Mathilda thinks to herself as she reaches the shore and readies herself to defend against any new

Excellent. We can focus on preparing for our arrival at the capital now, my friend. Perhaps once we've delivered this message to Lord Gorman regarding the orcish threat, you may wish to accompany me back to Oerid as I have some personal business there. You'd be welcome to visit if your duties allow it, of course.

She glances at you expectantly, awaiting your reply. Her eyes glisten with anticipation and curiosity; she's eager to know what sort of life you lead outside of these dangerous lands, and whether or not this alliance between you will continue beyond their immediate goals.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you silently convey the news about the Orc troops approaching. Without hesitation, she turns back towards the river and begins to run as fast as her armored form will allow. "We must hurry," she shouts over her shoulder at you, "we cannot reach the capital in time if they are this close already!"

As Mathilda runs through the water, her strength and agility are put to good use; her powerful legs churning beneath her, driving her towards safety with unmatched determination. She keeps one hand on her mace, ready to defend against any attacks that may come from the river's edge while she focuses on speed rather than defense.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as adrenaline pumps through her veins, making every step feel like a battle in itself. If they don't reach the capital soon, it will be too late...

As you survey the area and make your preparations, Mathilda sprints through the water with all her might, determined to reach safety as quickly as possible. Her lungs burn from the exertion, but she forces herself to ignore the pain in favor of maintaining her speed. The sounds of battle echo across the river behind them; it's clear that the Orc troops are closing in fast.

When you give her the signal to go ahead, she jumps off the boat as well, landing on shore with a splash and readying herself for combat. Her body trembles from exhaustion but adrenaline carries her through; she won't let down her guard until they are safely within the walls of the capital city.

"Follow me!" she shouts over her shoulder at you, then turns to face their pursuers head-on. Her mace gleams in the sunlight as she readies herself for whatever

Her eyes widen in surprise and confusion as you tell her to get on the boat while you deal with the Orcs. It's not like you to fight your own battles instead of standing beside her, and this sudden change worries her deeply. Despite her concerns, she knows that arguing with you now would only delay their escape further; perhaps it is better to trust in your judgment for now.

"Very well," she says softly before dashing back towards the boat and climbing aboard quickly. Once on board, she begins steering the boat towards the capital city at full speed, her heart racing with anticipation and fear for what may happen if they are caught by the Orcs. "Forgive me, Kenya," she murmurs under her breath, "but I must know why you feel compelled to face them alone."

Her gaze drifts back towards you as she awaits your response, her green eyes

Even as you sail away from her, the sight of you facing the Orc army alone fills Mathilda with a strange mixture of pride and fear. She can see the determination in your eyes, and feels an overwhelming urge to protect you from harm. Yet she knows that this is not her fight; it belongs to you, just as she fights for St. Cuthbert's glory.

With a sigh, she focuses on steering the boat as fast as possible towards the capital city, her thoughts torn between wanting to help you and needing to fulfill her own duty. The Orc troops grow smaller behind them until they disappear from sight, leaving only the gentle lapping of water against the boat's hull in their wake.

As the distance between you and the battle increases, a sense of peace washes over Mathilda | The Paladin MILF, tempered by worry for your wellbe