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 Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 6:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 9:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 6:19 pm
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Mere hours after the news of the Master dying in his sleep, droves of kin ranging from the small elflings, to the mentally handicapped orcs, to traitors of the Shadow whom thought they could infiltrate Izrador's ranks had been imprisoned and enslaved under the rule of one powerful Legate. He kept all of his servants under a tight leash, expected everything to be rightfully so. His meals hot, the room he was in at a comfortable temperature, his baths drawn, and his bed made tighter than any military standard. He allowed absolutely zero margin of effort from any creature, and those that failed to do so were brutally tortured, malnourished, and made to never forget their mistake. He held no favorites or mercy--not even to the women whom were with child, or the children whom were not of his own blood or creation.
But now with the vindictive creature laying breathless within his bed, and most of the mansion ransacked, those that wished for freedom, ran through the massive double doors in the foyeur to the outside, leaving the slower, careful, and perhaps smarter ones behind. No noise has returned from their exit. Not even the pounding feet of Orc or Goblin soldiers as they might trespass through the mansion.
After a quick meal those that have remained behind sit within the great hall of the dining room. Their positions near each, and the infinite expanse of freedom reigns before them. Of those left is merely you four. The mansion has been stripped bare for all of its worthwhile, easily taken possessions. There is nothing left for you here. Except maybe a temporary respite and roof over your head before the soldiers of the Shadow come in and check in on your Master. Where then your future is up to them, and once more, no longer your own.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 7:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 7:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 7:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 8:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 9:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 9:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 9:26 pm
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The shuffling of feet and murmured voices had alerted one of the few creatures whom had strayed behind. It was a massive giant of a man, an indentured servant of the Legate, and what would otherwise be a loyal servant of the Shadow whom ventured into the same space. Krog was his name, everyone knew him well enough by his large, giant-like stature for an orc, the blood red eyepatch over his left eye, the slight limp he held over his right leg, and most importantly, that he was the only one whom on a regular basis, disappeared from the mansion without a trace and the Master never once scolded him for it.
He did the heavy lifting for whatever was necessary, and chopped logs for the fires to keep the mansion warm.
"Krog can help." His graveled voice echoing over the empty room. "Krog try help others. They no listen.
"Krog know way out, no get harmed."
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 9:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 9:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 10:09 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 9:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 10:42 am
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