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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 oratory depiction of Bahiyyas conduct elicited a throaty and enduring:<br/><br/><b><span style="color: purple">“Ohhhhh...”</span></b><br/><br/>from Ife, her face wrought with conspiratorial delight as she presumably pondered the delights of which she could gain from a meeting with the succubus. She unrolled a jolly chuckle in wake of that, kneeling into the water in front of the blue trolless.<br/><br/>As she began soaping her willing victim in, starting tentatively along her arms, the mighty draenei continued her gushing approval of what she heard:<br/><br/><b><span style="color: purple">“You muzt feel zo fortunate, Tamazka-.. Chozen az the prime candidate for the Baron, “educated” by hiz clozeztz vassels.. word iz around the Carnival that they hrave been zearching for thiz one very zpecial woman to fill zome zort of VEEERY important pozition.”</span></b><br/><br/>Ife's hands worked languidly across Tamaskas skin, fingers massaging gently while she confided further to Tamaska about her future:<br/><br/><b><span style="color: purple">“Between you and me, gizpoda-..”</span></b>she said, a mock conspiratorial smirk blooming on her alien face:<br/><br/><b><span style="color: purple">“... zome peopel zay they vouldn't vant to be involved vith the mazter zo clozely. Hah! I zay dey are zimpleh juzt az jealouz az I am! Izn't that right, Longearz?”</span></b><br/><br/>For a woman proclaiming jealousy, Ife couldn't have radiated less hostility even if she did her darnedest. Her last remark was directed at Sterre – the blood elf scoffed and straigtened up, thrusting her perky breasts forward arrogantly while stating majestically:<br/><br/><b>[COLOR=dark_green]“Why, I'm -certain- I wasn't chosen because of the fact I simply intimidate people far too much-..”[/COLOR]</b><br/><br/>Sterre did a take, blinked and directed a redeeming comment towards Tamaska through a more modest smile:<br/><br/><b>[COLOR=dark_green]“No insult intended, dearest... Instead of poking fun at me, Ife, hand me the soap:”[/COLOR]</b><br/><br/>After receiving the wooden bottle of soap from Ife, the blood elf rose from the waters and shimmied up to kneel on both knees on the pool ledge. Applying a healthy amount of the gooey stuff into her hands, the blood elf began massaging that into the hair of the trolless.<br/><br/><b>[COLOR=dark_green]“What I've heard myself is that you'll be taken to a lot of different places-.. I've even heard that you're going to visit inland Bruutheim.”[/COLOR]</b><br/><br/>From the ledge above, Kumar piped in with a snooty drawl:<br/><br/><b><span style="color: grey">“To put this into context, troll: Only a very small percentage of non-native Bruutheimmen ever get to visit the land beyond the castle or one of the main harbour cities. His Royal Snob is very -adamant- on this division, for some -inane- reason.”</span></b><br/><br/>Ife had meanwhile progressed along her shoulders, a feather-light touch that curiously traced every contour of the blue-skinned beauty undergoing her cleansing. The draenei gandered with a clear, curious admiration, luminescent eyes following her fingers. Tamaska felt the light pressure of inquisition as her hands ran across her collar bones, the slick sensation of soap activating her nerves proficiently. The draenei brazenly first cupped, then lifted both of Tamaskas generous breasts to closer inspection – the woman in front of her instinctively gravitated closer to the trolless, her smile softening and in that extension grew more intimate in its nature. Ife herself looked the part of a cleanly treat, the dampness of the room combined with the soapy foam strayed haphazardly across her black skin helping to invite ones eyes to roam and drink in her lucious details.<br/>And while this come-at-her occurred, dainty fingers ran along our fortunate trolless' scalp, strains of her off-colored hair running between the gaps. The blood elf had to bend forward on her knees, and had Tamaska not been locked between these two women, she would have been able to enjoy the very pleasing curve to the pale-skinned womans' back.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>