I don't do consent. I do capture. Those who don't obey get left behind in the desert as we march on. If they refuse to be slaves, they can die free, of dehydration, left behind as they begin to lag for want of thirst. I am the barbarian. This is the first day of my empire. I was given breath in the cur pits of abomination, this means I have no mother or father, I was pulled from the cut open belly of a gang raped captive and so I was never born, and will never die even when I stop drawing breath. My people have taught me hells power. I conquer, I move, and repeat the process. The proud experience the most pain during the journey into their new life, the proud suffer, but the humble learn and grow, it is amazing what a difference acceptance in ones heart makes. Those who know in their hearts they are nothing, are treated well by me. I slay all who would harm them, all they must do is obey me, and my goals are in the best interest of my empire, and my empire relies on my subjects, who are taken by my conquests. They see me, for the first time, with my attendants, my cloak, and my 15 foot long sword, ten foot blade and five foot handle, it is a monstrous thing. I comez, with my 15 baddies and my 15 foot sword, and I say to the town, "You have mocked those you consider lesser than you, and you have participated in enslavement, now, today, I return to you your cultural practices with joy!" and then my forces enslave these new prideful spiteful animal things, and those who are humble become great warriors with love for me in their heart, and those with pride fall on the road to glory. /vent warlord barbarian post apocalyptic societal collapse jazzy with kung fu grip action