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<div class="SpoilerTarget bbCodeSpoilerText"><b><div style="text-align: center">♣ ▬ Dramatis Personae ▬ ♣<br/>
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<b>Baron Carl Diethelm Van Schwartzhand the Second</b><br/>
”As spooky as he is indiscernible, the Baron rules all of Bruutheim under his iron fist. Towering above others – if not in height then in sheer dominant presence – this elderly man is hard to figure out and even harder to predict. He has found particular interest in Tamaska, for reasons as of yet unknown. But for whatever reason, it's quite clear this top-hatted ”gentleman” shouldn't be trifled with.”<br/>
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<b>Emberspike</b><br/>
”First and leading man of the gruesome twosome in the Barons employ, this sly imp has taken the guise as a long-nosed goblin with a curious sense for fashion. Formally bound to the Baron, Emberspike is considered an effective muscle and remains surprisingly privy to the many secrets his warlock master holds. Having a fondness for cigars, booze and women, Tamaska and her demeanour is right up his alley.”<br/>
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<b>Bahiyya</b><br/>
”As a succubus disguised as a blood elf, Bahiyya isn't lacking in the temptation department. With her fierce red hair and her sultry physique, this despicable demoness revels in the fact that she has found a new girl-toy in Tamaska. While a close confidante to the Baron, she's ultimately subservient to Emberspike, though it can be hard to see.”<br/>
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<b>The Shepard</b><br/>
”Castle custodian, advisor and wild-card – The Shepard as he's simply known is second only to Emberspike and Bahiyya in terms of proximity to the Baron. Often, he's given the charge of overseeing political affairs in the Bruutheim Kingdom. The Shepard has as well as the baron found a curious interest in Tamaska.<br/>
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<b>Kumar the Dragonkin</b><br/>
”The unwillingly appointed fairy-dragon ally of Tamaska, Kumar is a talking and flying encyclopedia of Bruutheim knowledge – that is, if an encyclopedia came with a snarky tongue and a cynical world view. Hard to love and impossible to shut up, Kumar has only so far proven to be a test – but what passive defiance does he harbour for the Baron?”<br/>
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<b>The Admiral</b><br/>
”One of the finest nautical minds of contemporary Azeroth, what the Admiral lacks in emotional communication he makes up in impeccable and dependable professionalism. A man not easily phased by mortal concerns, the Admiral has been given the ultimate honour of commandeering the Catharsis under the watchful eye of the Baron.”<br/>
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<b>First Mate Dalton</b><br/>
”You could accuse this man of holding expertise in the rarely recognized art-form of arse-kissing, First Mate Dalton is a plump, short excuse of a man serving as the Admirals right hand (much to said Admirals chagrin) – the only redeeming factor to this man might be his sense of administration, which is cited as a reason – the only reason – he still serves under the Baron. Despises Tamaska mostly because he cannot own her.”<br/>
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<b>Seaman James Echgrey O'Barney</b><br/>
”One of many colourful Bruuts, Jimbob O'Barney could – and often is – mistaken for a particularly lively Forsaken due to his bony physique. Serving on the Barons mighty airship, one'd easily write him off as but another servant in the Barons charge – but don't be fooled: This elderly scarecrow is much more resourceful than his dilapidated exterior lets on!”<br/>
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<b>Sterre, ”Star of the North”</b><br/>
”A warm soul enclosed in a narcissist shell, the blood elf concubine Sterre has a pathological transfixtion towards looking her best in every scenario. However, her narcissism thankfully extends to those around her, demanding and sometimes imposing that they remain at their peak at all times, be that visually or mentally – she will go to great lengths to ensure the mutual proliferation of all around her.”<br/>
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<b>Ife, ”The Exotic”</b><br/>
”Ife is on the surface a lovable and warm-blooded simpleton – but make no mistake; under the almost ditzy outwards behaviour lies a wise womans perceptive glance. She instantly took an immediate liking to Tamaska, a sympathy tinged with subtle hints of pity for her situation.”<br/>
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<b>Aonghus the Saint, St. Aonghus of Eisenkliff</b><br/>
”Curator of the Carnival, Aonghus is a glorified master of the baths. Charged with preparing the concubines and cicesbos for their clients, this kal'dorei has a sharp eye for presentation, manipulation and social etiquette. He puts extra attention onto Tamaska due to her unique role in relation to the Baron and his plans.”<br/>
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<b>Castle Eisenkliff</b><br/>
”The Barons fortress, home and political centre – Castle Eisenkliff exemplifies the riches of Bruutheim, towering towards the skies without apology. Home to hundreds of servants and thousands of soldiers, overlooking a massive amounts of factories, workshops and laboratories, this bastion underlines the Barons dominance.”<br/>
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<b>The Catharsis</b><br/>
”The Barons' flying fortress – the sky-jewel of Bruutheim; The Catharsis remains one of the most potent weapons in the Barons arsenal that the public knows about; this airship puts even the flying behemoths of the Alliance and the Hordes to shame, having been under construction for the last fifteen years. The Catharsis is the largest airship in the small armada that the Baron controls, but its stopping power is unmatched by any recent machines on Azeroth.”<br/>
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<b>The Carnival</b><br/>
”The home of Tamaska and the lair of the fabled courtesans and companions of Castle Eisenkliff, the Carnival is a cage that'd put envy into the hearts of any noble. It acts as a small, almost autonomous society within the walls of the castle, providing a much needed breathing space for these sexual servitors. This wing of the castle has been equipped with everything the risqué socialite needs: a kitchen to serve healthy foods, an auditorium and library for learning and a very extensive bathing hall for preparations before meeting clients.”</div>
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▬▬▬​</div><br/>It was curious how well Kumar advertised almost insulting lethargy towards the carnal predicament unfolding with alarming speed below; if he in any way perceived this with even the slightest hint of outrage or approval, his voice didn't betray that:<br/><br/><b><span style="color: grey">“All that we know is that his royal pain in the proverbial has invested thousands of gold coins into preperations for.. well, -your- arrival: And as the goat-lady mentioned, you will be one of the closest people to the Baron yourself. He's a cagey sort-...”</span></b><br/><br/>The dragonling paused as a particularly throaty moan reached his attention:<br/><br/><b><span style="color: grey">“.....aaaaand you're not paying attention.”</span></b><br/><br/>Ife clucked through a surprised<b><span style="color: purple">“Oh my”</span></b>at the striking reaction that Tamaska exhibited, almost shoving her breasts into the gentile embrace of the draeneis hands. The fingers that gently coiled around her sensitive flesh felt molten to the touch, the very faint residues of Bahiyyas' sexual toxics working surreptitiously in the trolls blood to egg her on into a sexual fervour.<br/><br/>The enthusiasm in Ife's voice sung in the trolless' ears:<br/><br/><b><span style="color: purple">“Why -Tamazka-..! Your poutingk face iz ab-so-lu-te-ly ADORABLE! Sterre, ve cannot juzt leave her like diz. Zhe'z pozitively melting in my handz here.”</span></b><br/><br/>In the draeneis approach was consideration, sexual appreciation and the simple joy of touch – where the succubus and her demonic compatriot did their darnest to let Tamaska tether in the limbo between agonizing pleasure and blissful pain, it was evident that Ife wasn't an abusing sort: the hands around her teats moulded and massaged with emphasis on gentleness – the lightest of teasing that, no matter how you turned or twisted it, didn't match with Bahiyya, but hardly could be accused of being displeasure either.<br/><br/>Sterre uncurled her fingers from Tamaskas scalp, huffing through an elegant expression of reluctant surprise:<br/><br/><b>[COLOR=dark_green]“Aaah, I think we're reaching some answers as to why they chose -you-.. Darling, you're burning up already..”[/COLOR]</b>she added in an afterthought, leaning back onto her heels.<br/><br/>Ife unwillingly withdrew her hands from the trolless' breasts, instead sliding them around her middrift while scooping herself forward. With droopy eyes and a sweltering smirk, the draenei gently pressed her lips against Tamaskas, delightful softness registered on the sensitive surface. Her tongue-tip pressed against her lips ever so slightly, leaving it to Tamaska to invite her in at her own prerogative.<br/><br/>Sterre lay down, perching her head on her dainty hands while stretching her legs out behind her. With that aristocratic smirk already becoming a trademark, the blood elf relegated herself to an audience member, drinking lazily in the enamouring sight of the two other women intertwining.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>