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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/>The enthusiasm of Tamaska caught Sterre by surprise – the trolless was treasured with a sharp, high-pitched gasp tearing through the blood elf, causing her own back to snap into a sharp reverse angle. The exhale was honeyed, purring and wonderful on the ear, the blood elf muttering through a love-drunken tone of voice:<br/><br/><b>[COLOR=dark_green]“Why, -Tamaska-.. I never!”[/COLOR]</b><br/><br/>The troll could feel just a bit of added weight as her victim “settled into her seat” - occasional electrical spasms exploded in the elves body as waves of sensitive sensations bloomed from her puss. Sterre found her bearings swiftly, however, appointing part of her hazed over mind to the delightful act of buttering Tamaska up with the sweet-scented oils.<br/>Deft, delicate and adventurous hands spread and smeared the warm liquid across every curve and contour of the writhing mess of womanly joy underneath. It wasn't a stark surprise that Tamaskas breasts received the brunt of the attack, being moulded and felt up with utter lack of shame.<br/><br/>Down south Ife produced a bubbly squeal of joy in response to the devotion that Tamaska brought to sinful pleasure – she answered in the best possible fashion, her tongue swirling, toying and grinding against the trolls pussy-folds. The draenei applied more pressure when the troll slung her long legs across her upper back, the flat of her tongue pushing harder and harder against her aching sex.<br/>The draenei slid her hands up alongside the swiftly oiled up sides of the trolless, fingers wrapping around her hip – then, she pulled said hip towards her own probing tongue, only resulting in even more pressure building up across that aching, terribly sensitive region. Whether Ife was part of the competition or not could be debated, but she was definitely being a sportsman with her own administrations!<br/><br/><b>[COLOR=dark_green]“If this is *hah* w-what your mistress experiences, love, I c-can see why she's taking a liking to you..”[/COLOR]</b>Sterre forced through her upturned mouth; her own pussy was positively soaking, a mix of her stinging juices muddled up with the slobbering trolless' spittle.<br/><br/>The blood elf HNGH'ed aloud thereafter, attaching a moaning statement along the lines of:<br/><br/><b>[COLOR=dark_green]“Please d-don't s-stop... f-faster..”[/COLOR]</b>, her eyes drooping shut and her hands incapable of finding the concentration to continue her own caress. Constant, small, explosive jerks rocked Tamaskas prey for a couple of long seconds, more and more besieged whimpers and whines forcing their way through her lips. Mayhaps it was the surprise passion the troll came with or maybe Tamaska was genuinely getting better at this, but already a shudder heralded a small orgasms iron-grip of the blood elf, a breathless groan sung forth as two hands took a firm grip of Tamaskas bosom.<br/><br/><b>[COLOR=dark_green]“Y-you're -scandalous-..!”[/COLOR]</b>Sterre half gurgled, half tittered in the gentle afterglow of her first orgasm; she wiggled her cooch harder against the presumably still avidly slobbering tongue while locking eyes with Ife:<br/><br/><b>[COLOR=dark_green]“Ife, don't you dare let her play around with me like that! I need s-some time-out to oil her up – get her squealing.”[/COLOR]</b>Sterre commanded, much to the approval of the draenei; the lustful hum swam through Tamaskas tensing body as Ife slid one idle finger up into the trolls' cooch, beginning a gentle, but insistent finger-fuck alongside her tongue.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>