!99.HLh9Gm2 03/15/10(Mon)14:22 No.8598315|
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"Let free the condition of the enemy!" Shouts this Elf in white robes off to the side.
"And bow to the Lord!", he adds. We look then a little closer, and the DM tells us that the rolling platform is a Throne, and the bodies are tied to the steps. No. The bodies ARE the steps.
This Elf with a horned helmet and glowing hide armor steps down from the mobile throne, gleefully grinding his feet into the faces and backs of the Cutebolds he walks on. Fribilris is very quiet. Everyone is.
He begins speaking in Elvish, and that sissy elf in white begins shouting a translation that the King will spare our lives with slavery in the grand forests of the land if we wish to surrender to his Legions.
One of the Cutebold females on the Throne begins to cry loudly then, and a nearby Elf in leather takes a whip to the thing, yet it only screams all the louder. The King starts talking over the screams, ignoring the poor things plight. The sissy Elf says that those who oppose him shall bow to him in life or death, yet some deserve less respect than others. He motions an Elf to untie the female, and remarks that it is a truly despicable race that "men of your power should see as but cattle in the grand scheme of things". They string this female Cutebold up to this wheel thing on the side of the platform, and the shrieks grow louder and louder as I look up my longest range healing spell and the Sorcerer looks up his biggest AoE.
Then her spine snaps.