At half the height of a human, the trio of ruddy-skinned imps loomed over you as you exited the portal. Two male imps, one woman. They were bestial brutes. Thick limbs were attached to their muscular and stocky bodies, which ended in wicked claws. And their nightmarish faces had seemingly been sculpted into a perpetual expression of rage by a deranged artisan. Vestigial leathery wings flexed on their backs. Despite yourself, you found them... attracted was the wrong word... captivating, and frequently glanced at the pair of hardening demonic cocks. And to satisfy the urge before curiosity overwhelmed you, imagined how they would feel inside you – the spines and ridges suggested it'd be painful. Even if their partners were willing, imps didn't have sex. All they knew was rape and force.
The silence that had greeted your arrival was cut through by one of the imps reporting in the guttural cadence of the Abyssal tongue. You understood it as if it had been your mother language and practiced it for decades. Beyond the forest clearing lay the village: idyllic and quaint, with several generations of a single family living under the same roof. They subsisted mainly on farming but also hunting. The latter would return late. Without the huntsmen to defend the village, they'd be easy pickings. But while they were away, the other villagers tended to their fields. They'd be spread out and could flee unless you could take them one by one. And those that stayed at home were those too old for hard labor or too young.
The quest didn't specify the quality of the slaves, but games frequently included optional and hidden objectives. Like taking the strongest villager as a slave. Or sabotaging their grain silo. Silently chiding yourself as you bent your knees, leg muscles tensing. You should've seen if you could've probed the Overseer for more information. Like an uncoiling spring, you jumped into the air. Your fluttering wings produced a low drone as you took flight. You decided the best course of action was to survey the village for yourself. And, you had to admit, flying was a liberating experience and far better than walking. You buzzed past the treetops and into the open blue sky that spread out endlessly before you.
After brushing away a few broken twigs and leaves, you took in the lay of the land. The quilted patchwork of fields ran to the edge of a wide river. With the far side claimed by wild and foreboding forest. Pillars of smoke rose in the distance, indicating other settlements, but they were of no immediate interest, and you returned your attention to Elrad. Your lips quirked. The few people milling around the central plaza were as small as ants. Wiggling one of your feet, pretending you were a giant, you lifted it so that it obscured your view of the village. Crushed!
But, you were one of the faerie, not a behemoth. With hardly any inhabitants within the village, it should be safe to scout out without being detected. You sailed down beneath the trees and to your waiting minions. They must've missed having your majestic presence among them. You were spoiling them too much. So, obviously, they had to work extra hard to complete the Quest!