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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Archon Basileus" data-source="post: 7219084" data-attributes="member: 6855545">The overworked slaves are apparently human or elfic in origin, for the most part, but in the distance a couple of gnomes and a solitary dwarf woman can be found as well. Considering their general features, odds are they were captured at the mountain's basin, possibly on account of a past ride. It also seems they have seen their share of misery, being bruised and thinned and keeping their heads low, as if afraid of potential consequences. As Lyllie studies the miners, a vigorous salve comes from the eastern corridor. Soon after, an entourage of six orcs comes inside, flanking an ogress that drags another prisoner in chains. This one is no ordinary captive, though. The tall, blonde figure holds the posture of a defeated warrior, bearing the marks of a recent fight all over her body. She's been stripped of all her weapons and armor, her torn clothes covering the many cuts made on her resilient skin by several blades in streaks that denote a brutal attack. But what's most impressive is the stature of the prisoner: she grows even taller than the ogress, reaching almost nine feet, and a muscular body makes her presence even more imposing. Still, she's imprisoned by heavy chains, and her head is low as if her spirit was somehow broken, denying her the heroic posture her structure suggests.The ogress pulls the tall female inside, shoving her at the center of the room."HERE WE HAVE IT, MEN!" - she yells, employing the language of men, probably seeking to be understood by the prisoners in general. "The mighty Embla, daughter of giants and maiden of storms, defeated by Sardath!" - cries of celebration rise all over the room, horns are risen, drinks are spilled, soldiers are pushed. "Now beg, coward! GO ON, BEG!"Embla maintains her head low until Sardath pulls her face up, looking her in the eye. "Beg..." - she repeats with a disdainful tone."Give him back.." - Embla mutters."WHAT?""I SAID GIVE HIM BACK!"Laughs all around. Sardath studies the rest of the soldiers and gestures as someone who can't hear."PLEASE! GIVE ME MY SON!""OOOH, THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT! THE BABY, OF COURSE!" - an explosion of laughs and mockery follows."Bring him..." - she commands in the language of orcs.Soon, a group of four goblins enter the room, bringing an abnormally large child, rolled in a bundle. The child is bigger than each of the goblins, and they maneuver carefully to bring him inside. Sardath orders them to a halt a small distance from Embla."Here... Now, proud Embla, admit Sardath to be your better. Admit your defeat..."Embla assents without question. "Yes... You bested me..." - her eyes are pleading."Good..." - Sardath pulls a decorated bottle from her belt. "One last thing: deny your gods, deny your Teraphim, and swear allegiance to us, on your blood... And we shall give you the child." - she opens the small bottle and motions it towards Embla's lips. "Drink. Release yourself from their opression." Embla stares at the bottle, considering her options with teary eyes.MAP UPDATED<a href="https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets...oEo/edit#gid=0" target="_blank">https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets...oEo/edit#gid=0</a> [MENTION=6855102]Greenmtn[/MENTION] [MENTION=5044]Charwoman Gene[/MENTION] [MENTION=6776182]JustinCase[/MENTION] [MENTION=4936]Shayuri[/MENTION] [MENTION=8858]hafrogman[/MENTION] [MENTION=23298]industrygothica[/MENTION] [MENTION=24380]Neurotic[/MENTION]</blockquote>

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