<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=229860.msg11311876#msg11311876">Quote from: Mantis Shrimp Prime on 02-06-2015, 15:28:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>At this point the Gambler spoke up. "Mind you, none of these are places you could just waltz in and beat up a few demons. Even if you had an army, you'd need more resources than that. If you find yourself needing jink, weapons, or dare I say, an artifact perhaps... I have some things you might be interested in. And they'd be yours... if you're up for a friendly wager." <br/><br/>"No one here wants to play Deck with you, Jannatha," snapped Robin. <br/><br/>"I suppose you're right. No one's lucky, or daring, as I am... still. I run a casino on Pandemonium called Luckhouse-- where cheating isn't just allowed, it's encouraged. We have a lot of rich planar folks that drop by... pit fighting's been popular lately. Maybe if you have henchfolk of the fighting sort, you put them in the ring and bet on them to win." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Now we are getting somewhere. Until now I was regretting that I almost got dressed to come here." one of Jerion said.<br/><br/>"The 'prime' is a place of uncertienties, which makes it exciting. I cult is good for gathering divine energy, which I wonder if we couldn't find a way to funnel some of that into dark craft resources. My twin and I can make nearly any magic item  and the mistress commands an arsenal of magic most can't even dream of.  A trip to the prime might be in order.  I just feel we have been stagnate since we disposed of the last lordling here in Pazunia. I wonder whatever became of the man? I suppose he just wasn't important enough to remember. . . "      The other Jerion said and gave a wicked laugh.<br/><br/>The inside joke was that the mighty kelvezu lord that dealt his intrigue from the bone manor Atroxica now uses, was dead long before everyone thinks. The man, now simply called "Pretty Boy" had killed him and taken his place, ruling his court for decades without any of his minions ever suspecting otherwise. It was the impostor Atroxica fought and defeated. It broke his body, mind, and spirit. Whatever name it had before Atroxica came along he no longer remembers he is simply Pretty Boy, now insanely loyal to the one who destroyed him.  The skills of replacement killing and everything else he has now belong to Atroxica.<br/><br/>For it's part Atroxica listened to what Methu had to say. Strangely, it actually made sense.  "He stinks of alcohol but he speaks with reason. What say you, lover? Tis you that protects us, tis you that adores ua like no other." Atroxica said, it's arms wrapped around The Forbidden One's shoulders as it talked to him. "No deal can truley be or equal value for all partake from it. More must not be bound out of us than the great value of what we give."<br/><br/>The currently monsterous Pretty Boy did as told. "You are really not worthy of touching my dark lover, you worthless boywhore. We must make use of you somehow though and you are best at servicing the male sex. Be grateful of the opportunities we give you."  Atroxica said to it's slave. Pretty Boy had been around his lord long enough to perhaps pick up some subtle clues that it was pleased with his performance, even as it mocked him. "Is this pathetic slut's tender grasp and loving licks acceptable to you, my Forbidden One? He has been training his tongue, and tongues when given. If his semen soaked brain has yet to pick up the basics I shall rip his tongue from him. What purpose does it have if he can't even use it right on those testicles I gave you." Atroxica asked it's lover. It was his reply that would determine if the slave got a reward or punishment. Though with Atroxica it was often hard to tell one from the other.