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Nostalgia.
Hail common folk! The maws of fiends, essences of horror, abodes of gods are places where I begin seeking stories worthy of your simple minds... and this time we go a step further, one in those "seven mile boots": The basement of the Castle of Valour. Usually rumors spread fast over mugs of ale at Market Square... (that's not happening anymore eh!). The little people going about their meaningless tasks often spread the word. Well unlike those, this piece of gossip came through a quivering fearful voice from a source who wished to stay anonymous under any circumstances. So... Kragon of the Shaman guildhall, minion of Legion claims the presence of horrendous, devious devices in the Castle of the valiant Knights, such that chill even his bones. Bah. Castle, bizarre devices, those are hardly news...But wait till you hear this! They all belong to none but Eleanor herself. Chains, cuffs, leathers, some more bondage wares, various small gadgets and ones not so small, and a formidable array of whips and spikes make up partial inventory of this funhouse. Intriguing. Next, Rhadoranth was approached on this topic. When asked, the brave knight turned pale as... well, really white, and muttered in a pleading voice that some things are better let alone. Slowly the pieces fit, images of Eleanor strolling snowy Seringale in shining spiked steel and a silky lace gown came to my mind. Her haughty stance. The well known saying that even finest stallions of Castle collapsed under her gained a whole new dimension. All things considered, it is no wonder that Aldlen, Forsaken of Legion, had trouble getting his underlings to raid the castle. Even less surprising is the zeal with which Knights spring to battle, as if death on the battlefield is a prize as compared to returning to Castle defeated. Local peasants fearfully lock and bolt their doors praying for rare nights of rest from the agonised moans and screams breaking through the thick walls surrounding the Castle. Think what you wish of this ferocious succubus of light, but as ink dries on this scroll I pack my stuff in the Conservatory and head for Valour... After all, why should I pay in Darkhaven that which I can get in the Castle for free? Istina |
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