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<blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 1677209" data-attributes="member: 4441">*As the Slavemaster inspects each of them, he pauses only briefly at Saint Norin, and walks on without a comment at his entreaty for salvation.*&quot;Take them inside to the Lesser Audience Chamber,&quot; he directs, as he directs four of the guards from the slave pens to swell the numbers of his own personal guard as the dangerous prisoners are moved inside.&nbsp; Another guard takes Aerofax to a stable, while some slaves are directed to take the prisoners' gear in.**The &quot;new&quot; slaves are led under the grand entrance to the Baroness' manor.&nbsp; Guards, apparently of the undead type, patrol the halls every now and then, as the party is led to a small, wood-paneled chamber and forced to their knees.&nbsp; There's a screen that blocks any view of the dias, and elegant tapestries on the walls.&nbsp; As the party is arranged to the Slavemaster's liking, he walks over to the Phoenix Knight and looks down on him.*&quot;That lovely steed of yours, the angel-winged mare that must bring you such pride...&nbsp; You'll be happy to know that she'll have her wings ripped off by demons and will be set to plow the fields until she dies in the traces.&nbsp; Then she'll be raised from the dead to do it again.&nbsp; You will never see her again,&quot; he says with evident malice in his voice.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Isida Kep'Tukari, post: 1677209, member: 4441"] *As the Slavemaster inspects each of them, he pauses only briefly at Saint Norin, and walks on without a comment at his entreaty for salvation.* "Take them inside to the Lesser Audience Chamber," he directs, as he directs four of the guards from the slave pens to swell the numbers of his own personal guard as the dangerous prisoners are moved inside. Another guard takes Aerofax to a stable, while some slaves are directed to take the prisoners' gear in.* *The "new" slaves are led under the grand entrance to the Baroness' manor. Guards, apparently of the undead type, patrol the halls every now and then, as the party is led to a small, wood-paneled chamber and forced to their knees. There's a screen that blocks any view of the dias, and elegant tapestries on the walls. As the party is arranged to the Slavemaster's liking, he walks over to the Phoenix Knight and looks down on him.* "That lovely steed of yours, the angel-winged mare that must bring you such pride... You'll be happy to know that she'll have her wings ripped off by demons and will be set to plow the fields until she dies in the traces. Then she'll be raised from the dead to do it again. You will never see her again," he says with evident malice in his voice. [/QUOTE]

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