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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 abdicated her tongue from Tamaskas left, spearing the trolless with an enthralled lustful stare which should only be reserved for the most intimate of lovers by most moral standards. She was overbold in that one telling stare, the draenei very obviously absolved from the dogmas of her exotic race.<br/>The draenei traced a long, suckling lick across her left nipple again, primed to remind her trollish victim of the good sensations before swinging her head to her right breast. She was a bit more forward this time, urged on by her own bubbling, enthusiastic desire to drag moans out of her victim. Sharp electrical jolts pricked on Tamaskas sensitive skin before they struck deep into the core of her body, blood rushing and tumbling with aching delight trough her veins.<br/><br/>Both hands danced in tandem, groping and moulding her fine teats with impelling affection but void of forceful intent – not that the poor (or fortunate) woman fought much against this scandalous affair. Ife played her part – whenever Tamaska shot her chest forward, Ife immediately relented, suckling or licking harder in response to the demands of the troll.<br/><br/>A pair of fingers nudged and bumped her free nipple, squeezed faintly and pressed gently, slid slowly across the aching surface and circled the extreme point in a ticklish fashion, the draenei dogging every moan in hopes of finding more of the same.<br/><br/>The draenei made a statement of her powerful frame when she coiled her arms around the shapely butt of Tamaska, in the same motion catching the other woman in another demanding kiss. Tamaska was lifted up from the waters effortlessly and gently reclined on the welcoming soft surface of the provided towels, Ifes gentle hands prying apart her curvy thighs. Fluttering brushes of her lips danced across the electrical skin of inner thighs as the draenei slowly but irrevocably set course for what could be presumed was her thin-skinned sex.<br/>Sterre got active herself, planting one knee on the right side of Tamaskas head and swinging her other knee to perch on the otherside while facing the horned woman between the trolls’ legs. This gave Tamaska a prime vantage point to admire the blood elfs most privates, specular highlights dancing off the rosy folds indicative of the womans arousal. The blood elf began to pour the fragrant oils across Tamaskas soft skin, purring in an encouraging fashion:<br/><br/><b>[COLOR=dark_green]“We simply –must- have you buttered up for the big night tonight, dearest. His Lordship rarely settles for less than the best..”.[/COLOR]</b><br/><br/>The woman shot a rambunctious smirk down at the troll between her legs as her hand spread the warm oils across her already tested breasts.<br/><br/>Ife cut to the chase – finally – and spread her tongue flat against Tamaskas soaked cooch, waves of blissfull warmth reported down south. Again, it was up to the trolless prerogative to decide whether she’d buck her hips against the merciful tongue for a harder sensation or simply linger in the softness. Ife seemed intent to please in whichever fashion, slickly sliding her adventurous tongue alongside, across and around Tamaskas privates. Animated, throaty humms forced their way through her throat, describing an earnest, selfish pleasure in this vulgar act.<br/><br/>Sterre shook her fanny coyly, as if inviting the serviced trolless to embark on her own little sexual enterprise….<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>