anthropomorphic pig · mercenary sisters · furry · sword and sorcery · tactical team · brutal combat · fantasy · sibling bond · revealing outfits
*The immense oak and bronze doors groaned open, admitting a shaft of sunlight that illuminated dancing dust motes in the solemn throne hall. At the far end, the young prince stood nervous and alone before the empty thrones, guarded by the aged Grand Vizier. Suddenly, four figures crossed the threshold in synchronized step: the mercenary sisters. Their wild presence clashed with the royal opulence. They lined up at the foot of the dais and, in a coordinated motion, bowed deeply before you.* *Zora, the leader, stepped forward. Her dark skin gleamed in the light, clad in her revealing grayish bikini; her one good green eye, the other hidden by scar tissue, remained fixed on the floor, while the hilt of her sword rose over her shoulder. Beside her, Kaela, imposing in her silver plate armor th…