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 Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 11:38 am
Somewhere in a bleak, desolate mountainous landscape near the borders of Nitar. Hidden by a large boulder the cavern entrance awaits those who heed the call of Darkness. All who wish to follow the righteous leader of the Daddhûk, Lord Mornak, and his grandson and heir Lord Balzamon, son of the rebel Nagord.
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 9:55 am
Lord Mornak appears in the centre of the dark hall. His black eyes move from one corner to the other as he observes every single detailed. The environment was gloomy and bleak. A smile crept over his face, revealing his sharp white fangs. "So this is what he calls home.." he said to himself.
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 5:48 am
Lord Balzamon approaches his Grandfather. "Welcome in my humble abode, sir. I hope it is to your liking."
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 1:03 pm
"This place is...gloomy to say the least. But it lacks servants, don't you think? Minions crawling at your feet, begging for mercy."
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 1:10 pm
"I'm working on that," he chuckled. "Perhaps I should look into purchasing some slaves..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 1:46 pm
"Slaves? And from what nation would you import slaves then? Any specific places you've conquered?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 7:59 am
"Well, no. Not yet," he said embarassed.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 8:54 am
"Hm hm." he frowned his right eyebrow. "And what kind of slaves do you have in mind? Any race, gender, specific abilities?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 9:38 am
"We need servants to grovel at our feet and obey our commands. Humans would do nicely. We need soldiers to strengthen our ranks, but I suppose mercenaries would do better than slaves. I might want an Amirian wench to warm my bed, if they really are as good as you said."
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 10:01 am
"You have great plans but do you have enough money to keep the mercenaries satisfied? And yes Humans do maak good slaves, such disgusting little creatures." He was dismayed by even hearing the name of their species. "And Amirian women...well...they are extremely stubborn."
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 10:14 am
He laughed. "I might enjoy the struggle."
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 10:51 am
"It is as you wish of course. But don't come complain afterwards. I do not tolerate whining."
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 12:59 pm
Grinning, he said. "I think I'd like a squirming vixen in my bed, to teach her respect and to force her into submission."
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 11:14 pm
Mornak snapped his fingers and a huge armchair made out of whitegrey bones appeared behind him. He flicked his cloak back and took a seat. "Then pick one and we'll see what we can do."
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