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!uGYNBMPzOs 10/21/11(Fri)03:00 No.16692984Keeping the large stones with you, you press ahead "I'm... sorry, brothel?"
"Fezorath, I would tell you my affliction, but by now I dont even know if I can feed, so Fezorath will do, if you must."
You nod, slowly as Sansa quips "Thats my Justinian, can even befriend the damned buildings if he needs too."
Lena chuckles as she observes "Its strange, its clearly some sort of arcane effect, but the mists aren't being pulled on at all around the building, just inside..." However, as no one else in the group is magically inclined, the comment is left to hang. After wandering towards the center of the structure for a brief while, Fezorath only appearing to deride you all and tell you that the path you are headed down is not the right one, the journey is silent.
Eventually, you reach a large antechamber, the remnants of what was once a bar in one corner, a beautiful, nublie young woman, not much older than Lena, chained to a post in rags and tatters, terrified, and still stunning in appearance. Standing at the center of several hunched, haggared, twitching, otherwise motionless, dead-eyed men, is a tall, muscualarly build southern nomad. Bald headed and deep black skinned, the white tattoos that cover his body, or at least all that you can see of it, are purely decorational, as far as you can tell. The man grins widely as you and your companions enter "Yes, yes, excellent. The big one and the other soldier will host many, many servants. The dwarfs, well, I need to learn their physical limits better." he cackles to himself in a deep desert nomad accent. >cont'd |