"Oh dear, Claude. Could you have chosen a worse day for this sort of thing?"<br/><br/>The fog this morning was especially thick, not that Quixl'mesh would have noticed very much due to the blindfold over his eyes.<br/><br/>"Charles, today is as good a day as any other day, and you know it. Besides, I'm expecting our new, hmmmmm....'patient' later today. The size of this one can make our humble abode seem quite a tight fit. I would like our new guest today to have some room to roam around..."<br/><br/>Roam around? Quixl'mesh nearly got lost the first day inside of the manor that these two resided in. It started off as such an easy job. Being a bodyguard for these two freakishly old freaks on their ghastly estate in the middle of Duskwood, making sure their test subjects didn't get out of line and running off the occasional riffraff threatening the old men with pitchforks and torches. Money was money, and by the gods the money was sweet for this job considering how easy it all was. That is...until they started to test on him....<br/><br/>"It really is such a shame. We've tried burning him, drowning him, stabbing him, electrocuting him, poisoning him, NOTHING!!! This giant alien freak almost seems to enjoy it all! Pfeh...."<br/><br/>Quixl'mesh knew something was off about the two, but as long as they kept paying as generously as they did, he wouldn't bother asking questions. A grave mistake it seemed. Since his time on their manor, he had lived and died more times than he cared to admit, each death more painful than the last, their control over life and death more absolute than even the most skilled necromancer the giant Draenei had seen in his long lifetime. But even they had underestimated him. He would not break, not for them. Not for anyone. And now when their efforts proved fruitless for whatever insane endeavor they had in mind for him, the two brothers had decided to get rid of him once and for all.<br/><br/>It was upon this foggy, cheerless morning in duskwood they had decided to bring him to the infamous "Headsman's Hill" and let him meet his ultimate demise. No amount of magic would bring him back this time he knew. His mind worked furiously to find a way out of this predicament, and he was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, this was truly the end. The two elderly brothers almost seemed to glide along the ground of the grey forest despite their venerable age, opting for walking instead of riding horse for whatever reason as Quixl'mesh walked right behind them completely in the nude, his huge flaccid cock and equally huge balls bouncing lewdly against well muscled thighs as the trio made their way around the fog enshrouded forest with ease, the two brothers almost instinctively knowing where to go. It was after a while walking to his fate that Quixl'mesh heard the distant voice of a woman somewhere ahead of the path they were on.<br/><br/>"Charles, do you hear that? What in the gods names is a "smutty adventurer"?!"<br/><br/>"Hear it? I think I see it, Claude...."<br/><br/>The two elderly brothers spotted the voluptuous woman up ahead, naked as they day she was born alongside another quite curvaceous human woman. Despite the rather lurid and enticing sight, neither brother seemed fazed in the least by the sight of these two sumptuous beauties standing about in the middle of Duskwood as they made their way towards them, their Draenei slave being led by leash and chain made of specially crafted fel-iron, silent and brooding but with ears perking up due to the voice of the woman.<br/><br/>"I say Charles, I think we should find out what all this hub-ub is all about. Perhaps there's some profit in it for us."<br/><br/>"Quite right Claude! Uh, you there, yes you nude girl, did you mention something about a 'smutty adventurer?'<br/><br/>The two women would have noticed twin men beyond old, approaching more of something looking ancient in their appearance sporting a mouth and ears much too big for their shrunken wrinkled bald heads, with beady little eyes and equally shrunken wrinkled bodies crooked and bent over in a permanent fix, their clothes marking them as privileged people. Behind them was their "servant", an eight foot tall mountain of muscle Draenei naked and covered from head to toe in bruises and scars from the abuses and tortures he had been witness and victim to in the past weeks, though his expression and demeanor remained hardened and stoic as ever with a warrior's dignity, no hint of fear evident in his composure despite his dire circumstances.<br/><br/>"This oversized blueberry here is quite the adventurer! Or rather, was, if you don't decide to buy him now."<br/><br/>"Yes, yes! We were planning to just chop this one's head off today. No use for us personally, but he's as strong as they come. And can take quite the beating. Plus, he's quite the breeder, if you're into that kind of thing..."<br/><br/>"I think we can let him go for, oh... let's say, five million gold."<br/><br/>The one brother tugs his other sibling on the shoulder, whispering something in his ear as he gives some rather disconcerting gazes over to both the nude woman and warlock.<br/><br/>"Oh, yes, very well, very well...perhaps someone of your, uh...status would maybe take this giant bull of a man at let's say...five gold. Is that more to your liking, Miss....?"<br/><br/>The two men wring their hands rather menacingly as they await her response, the giant Draenei behind them groaning suddenly in a deep thunderous tone.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>