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Gifts among Friends

Oct 7, 2023

Burning Templar

Three Cathallars they were, those who were led into the cold mountain fortress, bound in cold, heavy chains pulsating with bluish magic, over a corridor of cold marble, to a throne artfully hewn from cold stone, and forced on their knees before the great, cold-hearted Dragon Ogor Shaggoth Tenrak The Lightning Eater.

“In celebration of Our Alliance, your Majesty;” the Tzaangor Paladin Vardeshir then spoke, “we present to you Avalilaya Shatterborn, Corvilriel the Wistful and Teclarosa Whiteweaver.”

Three Cathallars were still an impressive gift, and the Shaggoth did not know it should have been more, before some interlopers infiltrated the eastern detachment’s camp. The Faithful of Morathi, it appeared from the reports. They had started hunting down her warbands operating in the area, so far to no avail. Vexing, but it did not matter.

Like a force of nature, the massive Shaggoth rose, coming closer to the Aelven women kneeling before him, inspecting them closely.

He grabbed one of them with his muscular hand and raised her high, he broke her neck and he broke her spine.

Her shattered form he let fall back to the floor, down between her sisters, who were still bound to her in chains.

The Templar delegation stood unflinching, spectating the Dragon Ogor release his dark urge. More impressively, the other Cathallars did not let Tenrak have the satisfaction of outwardly witnessing the terror they felt.

Vardeshir had expected the Shaggoth to seek some instant gratification – it was no impulse, though. It was a calculated release, and he had no doubt he would be more sensible with the other two.

“An exquisite gift, Paladin.” the Shaggoth mused. “You are truly a Tzaangor of Wealth and Taste.” He rubbed some Cathallar blood between his fingers, savoring the feeling and scent.“I will certainly have use for them.”

They watched impassively as Tenrak’s Dragon Ogor subjects carried the Cathallars away to an unknown Fate, dragging the mangled corpse behind.

“I have no doubt you will. I knew you would appreciate a gift of an exalted category.” Ardeshir spoke.

“Now, let us discuss war.”

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