Lumbering heavily through the air, the mighty Catharsis began its docking – especially when comparing to the tall stone tower, one could come to appreciate the humongous size of this magnificent flying craft.<br/>The sailors who had plenty of opportunity to molest her body became aware that they were missing on their respective posts, which could prove pretty bad in such a complex maneuver. They scooted off, chased by the barking of the admiral who had enough discipline to ignore the sultry trolless still kneeling before him.<br/><br/>Tamaska, now clad and damp from her exposing bath, noticed the welcoming party standing attention on the wooden deck of the scaffold: Bruutheim banners waved in the air, displaying the reverence of Baron Schwartzhands arrival.<br/><br/>Onboard the Catharsis, the Barons personal guard began lining up with pin-point precision, every single moustache-wearing soldier holding his chin high and his chest proudly forward. The admiral saluted towards the baron, proclaiming:<br/><br/>“<i>The Catharsis reports we have reached harbor, Baron. It has been a pleasure.</i>” – his voice carried a professional tone that befit his stoic appearance.<br/><br/>The Baron, obviously treasuring the admiral as an asset, returned a nod at the man as he turned. He strode confidently past Tamaska who felt the chain leading to Emberspike tug at her neck-band. The goblin was already walking just behind the dark man, and she was summarily forced to follow. Bahiyya, curiously, chose to be the last in the small procession – The trolless felt burning eyes in her back, or more appropriately, on her buttocks.<br/><br/>The cheeky succubus in disguise faded from Tamaskas attention as the Captain of the Guards bellowed:<br/><br/>“<i>BRUUTHEIM ROYAL GUARDS! ATTTEEEEEEN-HURRRRR!</i>”<br/><br/>The synchronized shuffle preceded the soldiers straightening their backs even more, hands flying up to present a salute as the Baron passed indifferently.<br/><br/>The colorful procession descended the stair-case leading from the top deck to the wooden platform – the second detachment of the Royal Guards had split in two, standing at ease.<br/>Another captain with a curiously similar voice bellowed:<br/><br/>“<i>HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, BARON CARL DIETHELM VON SCHWARZHAND II HAS DISEMBARKED! ATTEEEEN-HURRRRR!</i>”<br/><br/>And, as their soldier-brethren onboard the Catharsis, the throng of men-at-arms saluted, producing an impressive, shuffling sound of displaced boots.<br/><br/>The procession descended a broad, stone staircase within the bowels of the docking tower – Tamaska noted that the throng of solders followed suit. The most impressive thing was the indifference of which the Baron treated the rather pompous display – apparently, the man was so used to this treatment, he didn’t even bother to give it a second thought.<br/><br/>As they emerged from the docking tower, a black, wood-polished carriage behind four mighty Shire horses awaited, the Wagoner standing attention in just about the same fashion as the Royal Guardsmen. The carriage went along well with the Barons demands for lavishness, presumably surpassing the price of a few big houses.<br/>But on the left side of the door, two black-haired beauties – one man clad in a white shirt covered by a burnt-brown vest, sporting curly black hair and a perfect architect beard and a woman dressed in a black corsette on a flowing, white dress – curtsied as the procession came closer.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">Darrrrrrlings!</span>” Bahiyya cooed as she strode past even the Baron to plant a peck on each their cheeks. The two minions blushed profusely, a subservient smile painted on their nearly spotless faces.<br/><br/>The wagoner opened the door and bowed deeply as the Baron ascended into the carriage, closely pursued by Emberspike and Tamaska. Bahiyya purred something sultry to the two servants before blowing them a theatrical kiss. She embarked on the carriage in a flourish thereafter as the wagoner took his seat.<br/><br/>The long glass-doors closed as Emberspike scampered up on the seat with some ardeur due to his size – Bahiyya placed a hand on Tamaskas head and gently coersed her on her knees, having that perpetual, sultry purr reverberate in her throat.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">Welcome to Bruutheim, toy.</span>” She slyly commented as she crossed her legs while seated.<br/><br/>With a whip-crack heard from outside, the carriage jolted into action, beginning to roll across the cobblestone road beneath.<br/>The insides of the wagon were as lavish as the outsides, the seating sheltered in soft, wine-red covering. Even the white-painted floorboards felt like they were of snobbishly good quality, her knees reported.<br/><br/>“I’d like to have my feet massaged, dearest. All this standing up and looking stately has made them quite worn out.” The succubus chimed, nodding towards her boots that need to be undone.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><b>Yer’re really makin’ the most of it, aren’t you?</b></span>” Emberspike chortled briefly.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">Well, knowing she’ll be pretty busy with everything inbetween once we reach the court, I figured I’d enjoy the smallest pleasures while I still have time.</span>”<br/><br/>The Baron barely honored her a glance, instead peering out onto the scenery made up of intricate engineering workshops passed by.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>