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<blockquote data-quote="Rhialto" data-source="post: 2429891" data-attributes="member: 630">Hemaor comes to in a sizable tent, tied to a large wooden post that appears to have been simply made by cutting down a large tree, then hacking off the upper section, with all those pesky branches.&nbsp; A rather thin, intellectual-looking Mountain Goblin is watching him, smiling.&nbsp; He is dressed very similarly to Icya, though he also seems to be wearing a chain shirt beneath his robes, as well as&nbsp; a pair of spiked gauntlets.&nbsp; Like her, his eyes are coated in heavy purple makeup. &quot; 'The master of the beast, and the beast he has mastered',&quot; he states in ringing, satisfied tones, in a manner that makes it sound like he's quoting something.&nbsp; He glances over to the side, where Hemaor realizes Lady Icya is lounging on a chair.&nbsp; &quot;You've done well, Icya.&quot;&quot;Thank you, Lord Agrid,&quot; she answers, fluttering her eyelashes.&quot;Though I do wish you'd stand at attention when you're around me,&quot; he notes, quietly.&quot;I'm tired,&quot; she replies, with a sulky pout.&quot;Not one of your sisters is,&quot; notes Agrid sternly.She smiles at him winningly.&nbsp; &quot;That's because they do not labor under the heavy burden I do.&nbsp; You see, they are merely 'adequate', while I am 'fantastic'.&quot; &nbsp; She makes a sign of mock exasperation.&nbsp; &quot;You see the problems this creates for me?&quot;Agrid chuckles.&nbsp; &quot;You are a saucy minx,&quot; he notes fondly, &quot;and I suspect you've been sent by Vathek either as a gift or a test.&quot;&nbsp; He spreads his hands.&nbsp; &quot;Ahh, well.&nbsp; Who am I to question the will of the Gods?&quot; &nbsp; He turns back to Hemaor.&nbsp; &quot;Now, then, I see you're awake.&nbsp; Allow me to introduce myself--I am Lord Agrid Stargaze.&nbsp; I wish you to know, young Nibelung, that you are about to be granted the highest destiny, I can imagine--service to Vathek, the Iron Fist, whose Will is Law!&nbsp; I suspect that both you, your wolf, and that young man over there will resent this, but believe me--if it were my destiny to be in your place, I would leap under the knife.&quot;&nbsp; He chuckles fondly.&nbsp; Hemaor glancing to the side, is surprised to see a short, dark-haired young man tied up on another side of the post, his mouth in a gag.&nbsp; Lord Agrid seems about to say more when another female Mountain Goblin walks into the tent.&nbsp; She is clad like they are, though seems slightly drabber. &quot;Lord Agrid--the Blackbird clan--the ones you left at--the place.&nbsp; They are--unhappy about things.&nbsp; I believe they attacked Lord Renfaw, and now are in open revolt...&quot;Agrid clicks his tongue.&nbsp; &quot;Well, Renfaw's made his usual mess of things, I see.&quot;&nbsp; He glances at Lady Icya.&nbsp; &quot;Tell me, Icya--I am filled with--disgust and nausea by these--savages.&nbsp; They seem to me a shame to my species, and I must supress an urge to destroy the disgusting brutes.&nbsp; But now they spurn my authority, and I can't help but feel that I should give into my anger and slaughter the bastards, allowing them to taste the hell that we of the Purple Eye tribe can unleash.&nbsp; Do you think I am right to do this?&quot;&quot;Absolutely,&quot; says Icya, standing to attention.&nbsp; &quot;Flay their skin from their bones.&nbsp; Kill their women, and children!&nbsp; Leave none alive!&nbsp; That's the way to handle things.&quot;Lord Agrid nods. &quot;So I thought.&quot;&nbsp; He smiles.&nbsp; &quot;Do you think my 'wind spirit' could accompany me?&quot;&quot;I think she'll do so with pleasure,&quot; answers Icya with a smirk.&nbsp; Agrid glances at the other female.&nbsp; &quot;Lady Icya and myself will deal with this mutiny.&nbsp; As for you, Greffa, I'd like you to guard my prisoners.&quot;Greffa bows.&nbsp; &quot;It will be done, my lord.&quot;&nbsp; Lord Agrid and Lady Icya leave the tent, both bearing cheerful little smiles...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Rhialto, post: 2429891, member: 630"] Hemaor comes to in a sizable tent, tied to a large wooden post that appears to have been simply made by cutting down a large tree, then hacking off the upper section, with all those pesky branches. A rather thin, intellectual-looking Mountain Goblin is watching him, smiling. He is dressed very similarly to Icya, though he also seems to be wearing a chain shirt beneath his robes, as well as a pair of spiked gauntlets. Like her, his eyes are coated in heavy purple makeup. [COLOR=Silver] " 'The master of the beast, and the beast he has mastered',"[/COLOR] he states in ringing, satisfied tones, in a manner that makes it sound like he's quoting something. He glances over to the side, where Hemaor realizes Lady Icya is lounging on a chair. [COLOR=Silver]"You've done well, Icya."[/COLOR] [COLOR=Sienna]"Thank you, Lord Agrid," [/COLOR] she answers, fluttering her eyelashes. [COLOR=Silver]"Though I do wish you'd stand at attention when you're around me," [/COLOR] he notes, quietly. [COLOR=Sienna]"I'm tired," [/COLOR] she replies, with a sulky pout. [COLOR=Silver]"Not one of your sisters is,"[/COLOR] notes Agrid sternly. She smiles at him winningly. [COLOR=Sienna]"That's because they do not labor under the heavy burden I do. You see, they are merely 'adequate', while I am 'fantastic'." [/COLOR] She makes a sign of mock exasperation. [COLOR=Sienna]"You see the problems this creates for me?"[/COLOR] Agrid chuckles. [COLOR=Silver]"You are a saucy minx," [/COLOR] he notes fondly, [COLOR=Silver]"and I suspect you've been sent by Vathek either as a gift or a test." [/COLOR] He spreads his hands. [COLOR=Silver]"Ahh, well. Who am I to question the will of the Gods?" [/COLOR] He turns back to Hemaor. [COLOR=Silver]"Now, then, I see you're awake. Allow me to introduce myself--I am Lord Agrid Stargaze. I wish you to know, young Nibelung, that you are about to be granted the highest destiny, I can imagine--service to Vathek, the Iron Fist, whose Will is Law! I suspect that both you, your wolf, and that young man over there will resent this, but believe me--if it were my destiny to be in your place, I would leap under the knife." [/COLOR] He chuckles fondly. Hemaor glancing to the side, is surprised to see a short, dark-haired young man tied up on another side of the post, his mouth in a gag. Lord Agrid seems about to say more when another female Mountain Goblin walks into the tent. She is clad like they are, though seems slightly drabber. [COLOR=DarkOrange]"Lord Agrid--the Blackbird clan--the ones you left at--the place. They are--unhappy about things. I believe they attacked Lord Renfaw, and now are in open revolt..."[/COLOR] Agrid clicks his tongue. [COLOR=Silver]"Well, Renfaw's made his usual mess of things, I see." [/COLOR] He glances at Lady Icya. [COLOR=Silver]"Tell me, Icya--I am filled with--disgust and nausea by these--savages. They seem to me a shame to my species, and I must supress an urge to destroy the disgusting brutes. But now they spurn my authority, and I can't help but feel that I should give into my anger and slaughter the bastards, allowing them to taste the hell that we of the Purple Eye tribe can unleash. Do you think I am right to do this?"[/COLOR] [COLOR=Sienna]"Absolutely,"[/COLOR] says Icya, standing to attention.[COLOR=Sienna] "Flay their skin from their bones. Kill their women, and children! Leave none alive! That's the way to handle things."[/COLOR] Lord Agrid nods. [COLOR=Silver] "So I thought."[/COLOR] He smiles. "[COLOR=Silver]Do you think my 'wind spirit' could accompany me?"[/COLOR] [COLOR=Sienna]"I think she'll do so with pleasure,"[/COLOR] answers Icya with a smirk. Agrid glances at the other female. [COLOR=Silver]"Lady Icya and myself will deal with this mutiny. As for you, Greffa, I'd like you to guard my prisoners."[/COLOR] Greffa bows. [COLOR=DarkOrange]"It will be done, my lord."[/COLOR] Lord Agrid and Lady Icya leave the tent, both bearing cheerful little smiles... [/QUOTE]

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