Being a small village in a fantasy world ruled by an evil lord
Hire mercenaries to get rid of him
A huge gnoll barbarian shows up
image happens, the lord is killed and she leaves
problem is now the village is marked by her scent
having to evacuate the village before macro gnoll males appear and turn the village into a creampie
When they first came, you could understand.
Who would believe you?
"Pay who tribute? Titanic gnolls? Preposterous."
Kings and queens ushered you out.
Towns kicked you to the outskirts.
And more than a few camps of brigands threatened to open your belly.
And after you'd report back to your enormous lords, they stomped off to add to their fiefdom.
They never take you along.
"Not safe for someone so adorable." They thundered.
But you always saw the results.
Crushed armor, weapons, and rubble all needed removing from their unstoppable paws.
Paws they loved getting pampered.
It was especially clear how... messy their paw-pads looked, had your diplomatic partner(s) threatened to kill you.
But it's been years now.
They control entire countries.
Surely, you keep thinking, word has traveled to these outlying territories.
But no, it's the same thing every time.
"Such nonsense. What a terrible scam you're trying to run, young man. Begone!"
One of these days, someone will respect your lords' generosity.