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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/>Ife's excited moan spoke volumes of simple approval towards Tamaskas unbridled enthusiasm. Her hands trailed down her water-slick back and clenched around either ass cheek, in that process pushing her hips closer against the draenei.<br/>Her assailants skin was boiling in sexual appreciation which – in combination with the already moist bath air – almost became a dizzying sensation.<br/><br/>Reluctantly Ife broke the kiss, exhaling sweetly at that moment – but she immediately dug in, placing warm, slobbery kisses along the slender neck of Tamaska, one arm curling around her midriff to press her closer. Her tongue occasionally shot out to lick ever so slightly, the warm air issued by her nose tingling along the sensitive flesh.<br/>Silently, Ife kissed and smooched down across said neck, tracing her warm, soft lips along the trolls exposed collar bone. Finally, she boldly aimed across the inviting curvature of her left breast, tracing tantalizing, sweet kisses in a circular pattern around her aching, stiff nipple. Two bright eyes glared up at her victim all the while, Ife clearly relishing the hyper-active reactions of her prey.<br/>When she finally lay her warm tongue flat against her nipple, Ife made sure to be as gentle as possible, first engaging the tip, only to slowly fold her tongue around every terribly delicate nerve ending. When her soft lips finally coiled around, the draenei began swirling and teasing. She wasn't as pressuring (or skilled) as Bahiyya or as brutal as Emberspike, but used her own flavour.<br/><br/>Sterre shuffled onto her knees and got up, sweeping over to a small stone dais topped with towels and different soap and oil bottles. The woman twisted her expression into a broad, scheming grin as she extracted a small, sleek ceramic jar with a cork stopper – a pleasant, yet delicately feint odour of hibiscus hung in the air around it.<br/>Armed with a couple of voluminous towels as soft as rabbit fur, the bedazzling black-haired beauty sauntered back to the ravelled woman-duo. The elf set about spreading one of the mighty towels as a make-shift base for reclining, bunching the other together to form an improvised pillow.<br/><br/>With a delicate pop, Sterre opened the curious container while kneeling down onto her knees besides the self-devised “bed”, pouring a thin oil across her forward thrust chest. A gentle, barely audioble sigh of satisfaction caught in her mouth, the slick feeling of oil gently drawing specular lines across her breasts producing an adorable rouge to her cheeks.<br/>Ife hadn't noticed the undertakings of her alluring compatriot, caught up in the frisky business she undid on the trolless. Idle chuckles and throaty sighs rolled in her throat, one hand cupping underneath the breast she suckled, the other having a firm hold of Tamaskas left ass-cheek.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>