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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Paka" data-source="post: 1003869" data-attributes="member: 100">Story Post #19Epilogue #20 - The Pit BreederThere is a land so far north that the only distinguishing feature is the Shadow.  Even the Snow Elves don’t venture there.  It is said that one did, but her name has passed into tales and legends.  The land that far north is a barren wasteland, all colors there seem to be varying degrees of gray.A man lives there in the cold.  He lives in a deep pit where you can hear the screeches, cries and screams of many creatures, some of which do not yet have names.  The man himself had a name once but it was lost.  Some people lose a ribbon given to them by a loved one and others lose their minds, this man lost his name.He was staring at an Elf, a captured Wood Elf, suspended above the ground by wires and covered in so many spiders that the Elf’s real shape was hard to tell.  The Elf was a seething mass of crawling arachnids.  These creatures, crawling over every inch of his skin and making good use of most of his orifices had driven him mad days ago but still the man watched the process and took notes, knowing it would be time soon to begin the Magicks in order to facilitate the Change.While taking notes on his progress on the Elf he heard a crash, a strange thing in his breeding pits.  He put his ledger down and walked over to his shelves and saw that his statue of the Manticore had broken.  The man shook his head and tssked tssked, as if he had caught a child stealing a pie from a window ledge.“This won’t do at all,” the man said to himself, “but still, I wonder...”The man took an older ledger off of the shelf where three statues sat, one of a Sphinx, one of a Chimera and the broken shell of the Manticore.  He turned the pages past his notes on beasts containing a mixture of different beasts like the Griffon, the flying fish, the centaur and the platypus (which, quite frankly, he didn’t believe existed), past the notes on the mating habits of Gryphons, and past the pages upon pages of Dire Lion womb studies.  Finally he found his sociological notes and wrote, “Manticore dead.  Note sibling reaction.”Calmly, the man closed the book, put it back on its shelf, tidied up the broken pieces of the Manticore statue and continued his good work, torturing an Elf with millions of spiders in order to create something beautiful and terrible.</blockquote>

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