<div align="center"><strong>Player Rotation Commence!</strong></div><br/>It was late at night, just after the tenth bell, and the wicked sorceress Xoxo’s soldiers had expanded their search. Intrigued with the opportunity to hunt some potentially challenging prey, the Vizier had ordered his men out to join in. He had not, however, been particularly worried about Xoxo’s loss of her favorite pet fox and had decided that overseeing events personally or calling upon a Djinn to aid in matters would have been overkill.<br/><br/>Soldiers flooded the streets of the sprawling harbor town, knocking on doors, visiting every tavern, leaving no flagstone undisturbed. Thanks to the efforts of Dean and Sae'Ka, the drow sorceress, most of that searching was located to the east – in the desert-facing portion of the city, and not near the docks, which was where the fleeing group actually was.<br/><br/>Dean, Donovan, the fox, and the drow had all ducked inside one of the two men’s hideouts; a two-story house nestled between a nearly endless row of similar buildings. Like many other buildings in the world, this one had indoor plumbing and a few other accoutrements to make it “civilized” but lacked any of the soft comforts of a true home.<br/><br/>Dean and Donovan had many such houses; the duo had spent several years adventuring around the world, gathering information. Their ultimate goal was to find a way to reduce or break the curse that linked the two of them. Though how they’d been cursed and their deeper story had yet to be revealed, both men had made it clear that they would be uncomfortable traveling more than a few hundred feet away from each other, despite the fact that their personalities often clashed.<br/><br/>Donovan, the knight, was a man of consummate kindness and grace. His healing abilities and skill in combat were significant. Dean, his shadowy opposite, was a lusty assassin, given to hedonistic indulgence. Their powers were a mystery; a rarity in this corner of the world. Despite that, they seemed to have stumbled on the very thing they thought in the fox: her necklace might hold the spellbreaking power that could end the duo’s infernal linkage, though they had not yet had the opportunity to explore that possibility.<br/><br/>Donovan was too busy getting it on with the drow downstairs. And Dean and the fox, apparently also a human girl, were too busy braiding each other’s’ hair upstairs.<br/><br/>Despite the fact that things seemed to be progressing nicely, with an aura of lust permeating the building, all was not well. The passion-blinded drow, her body nearly spent on Donovan’s ravaging body (claw marks still gloriously red), seemed to become aware of something too subtle or, perhaps, too magical for others in the house to sense. Jerking off of her conquest, she tugged her armor on, clearly about to leave….<br/>