Barok begins to talk to himself as he works the sphere...
"Come on Girl, you have nothing to fear from me. We're just heading down to the outpost to get a bit of rest and something to eat. And you need some new clothes don't you sweetheart? Here, you can take my coat and cloak to warm yourself and hide your pretty self from all those wicked lecherous men." A pause, then... "It's a pity my boots are the wrong size for you, but Daddy will get you some new ones never you fear." Another pause... "You won't be needing this anymore, but I do suggest you keep following me. The woods are not safe." "Besides... we have some slaves to free and I may have to ask you to lend me those bracelets of yours to help me pay their owners."
Barok
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As you hand her the chain and avoid moving to take either her body or her jewelry, she begins to melt away, as does the scenery. You are now floating weightless in a white void, a winged being that looks almost elf-like floats above you, obviously pleased. However, you whisper some more words that it doesn't seem to notice...
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The orb underneath Barok's fingers stops churning and becomes a solid white. The rogue continues to whisper, but his words start to trail off as if distracted... "Maybe I'll even have to pimp you out a couple of times, if you wouldn't mind, all for the good cause. You are such a beautiful girl, and your beauty could give freedom and joy to so many."
Barok
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The elf before you says in a loud, boisterous voice, "Well done, Locusi! You have shown value for your fellow mortals beyond that as a slave or toy to play with, something that your race has lacked the ability to do before. And your people's actions have had dire consequences since your success is being emulated. Even the southern planters that you have subjugated now begin to take to horses in order to follow a more nomadic and warrior lifestyle. Since you've wiped out their farms and fisheries to feed your armies they have had little choice. The crimes your people have committed have been taught too well to others. Now, as you go free and leave this place keep in mind the lessons that you have learned here. There is a better way to live besides living on the work of other peoples." So saying, the elf raises his arms and the scene in front of you flickers once more... and suddenly you feel your life force thrown back into the shell of your body.
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As Barok becomes conscious once more, the ghost smiles in pleasure and disappears. Several minutes later you see it once more at the head of a column of more than a dozen skeletons in armor and robes. He nods to you as he passes, an evil grin spreading on his features. The ghost howls a shout in victory, and the Locusi break out into a run towards the entrance in order to strike out into the world once more.
