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<i>“Tamaska and the Court of Deceptions - Part 3”</i>​</div></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><i>"A closed ERP"<br/>
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THE BLACK BARON PRESENTS: “Tamaska and the Court of Deceptions” Part 1</a>​</div></i><br/><br/><i><div style="text-align: center">Part 2 of this roleplay can be found here:<br/>
<a class="internalLink" href="http://forums.darknestfantasy.com/showthread.php?5605-THE-BLACK-BARON-PRESENTS-%93Tamaska-and-the-Court-of-Deceptions%94-((Closed-ERP-Part-2))">THE BLACK BARON PRESENTS: "Tamaska and the Court of Deceptions" Part 2</a>​</div></i><br/><br/><i><div style="text-align: center">A joint preface leading up to this RP can be found at the link here:<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>
</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">---​</div><br/><br/><b><span style="color: gray">“Why! Such enthusiasm! Such vivacity!”</span></b>Kumar – for a lack of a better term – scoffed; you couldn't accuse him of being blind, that much was certain.<br/><br/>Bahiyya slowly opened the cage – the faerie dragon emerged from within, perching with tentative pause on the edge. With a few, carefully placed paws, this peculiar being took hold of the bars and slithered up onto the cages roof.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: gray">“Well, heart-warming welcomes that could freeze the Nether over aside, I atleast get to stretch a bit-..”</span></b><br/><br/>And stretch he did – mighty, beautiful, starkly coloured wings spread out, the orange light from the corridor dancing lusciously through the membrane. It was a wonder something this beautiful had such a spiteful tongue.<br/>The two pitch black eyes locked on Tamaska; with two decisive flaps of these colourful wings, Kumar jumped the gap, landing on her left shoulder. While “only” the size of a parrot, he seemed a bit fulsome perching on her dainty shoulder like such. It helped when the lizard folded wings, and to his credit he wasn't exactly heavy.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Don't worry, puppy-..”</span>Bahiyya cooed in her molten chocolate voice, placing an electrifying finger under Tamaskas chin; the full sultry of her emerald green eyes bore down on her prey as she reassured her:<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Kumar will be an -excellent- guide and companion – he'll learn you all you need to know about the kingdom of Bruutheim. Just work up the courage and ask him about anything you fancy, hmm?”</span><br/><br/><b><span style="color: gray">“Quite.”</span></b>the lizard uttered with a selfish tone of voice, even shooting his own bird-chest forward a bit.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“B, take care of the doll an' get 'er set up in 'er quarters – that fuck-frenzied lil' lovable whore went ahead an' expended me something awful-... I need ma'self some shut-eye.”</span></b>the crass comment fell from the goblin shapechanger.<br/><br/>Once more the chain changed hands - her compatriot took it with a “tsk”, in that elegantly commenting on Emberspikes stamina or lack thereof. Leave a succubus to be condescending like that.<br/>She turned her adorable body around and motioned Tamaska to follow – still on her knees – in her wake, tattling away:<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“A mighty shame I can't bookmark some time with you just yet, my delightfully slutty concubine – but we simply must have you rested and prepared for his Lordships entertainment..”</span><br/><br/>The woman glanced over her shoulder with a burning glance that could melt cast iron – this elicited a particularly annoyed scoff from the new invasive element of Kumar; apparently her shenanigans didn't work so well on him. The succubus cordially ignored him, soldiering on:<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“But don't worry – once our master's verdict is in, you and I will have pleeeeenty of time for fun and games-..”</span><br/><br/>Rounding a corner through the winding corridors, they faced a mighty bronze door, dominating a far wall. Two Bruutheim guards, in the colours akin that which Tamaska saw on the landing platform, flanked each side armed with halberds.<br/>The centre lock sealing the door was overwhelming – to call it one lock was a crass understatement, in fact. It was more a vast myriad of many different locks, bars, bolts, fixtures, latches, junctions and clinches formulating one large very constricting mechanism. Whatever was inside wasn't designed to get out without the proper key.<br/>If the guards at the court were indifferent, these two had to be participating in the Annual Championship of Apathy, seeing how they reacted (or rather, didn't) towards a gorgeous woman arriving with a still sperm drenched trolless crawling on all fours, sporting a colourful flying lizard on her shoulder. They did address the succubus, but only with the most professional and cordial tone of voice:<br/><br/>“New arrival, m'lady?” one asked, but only dutifully.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“And good afternoon, soldier-.. no kisses for the ladyship today?”</span>Bahiyya purred her best, a purr that could melt the hearts of many men and quite a few women too.<br/><br/>Remarkably, the polite but subtle smile spreading on this mortal mans face spoke volumes of how little he was impressed by the seductress:<br/><br/>“Not today either, m'lady. We must attend-..”<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“..”our duties with vigilance, focus and steadfastness”, -I know-..”</span>Bahiyya bleated with a disdainful expression almost immediately, her face folding together in adamant irritation, tinged with that alluring danger of scorn.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“On your feet, puppy.”</span>she said, twirling to give the guardsmen her coldest shoulder possible.<br/><br/>Barely had the naked trolless found footing on her two feet before Bahiyya snuck up close to her naked shape, planting a burning, demanding, lecherous kiss on her graceful, bruised lips, tongue lashing out to intertwine with hers. The intoxicating scent of her “tormentor” struck Tamaskas nostrils like the blunt hit of a mallet.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Now I want you to behave, pay attention and get accostumed with our little harem, love... And maybe fetch a bath.”</span>the lady growled through a mind-searing smirk. She underlined this necessity as she scooped up a few drops of Emberspikes' cum still painted across Tamaskas wonderful posterior, licking it off her pointer.<br/><br/>She twirled again, commanding:<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Open the door, men! New arrival indeed!”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>