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out. I want to make lute-strings
hand it clutched in his hand. Why
This is where the Prestors
of his guts, then play it in front
would they let him keep it?
had thrown the conquered
of him… badly! I’ll murder his
“Not before he sees
favourite tune with his own
what will become of his
damn guts! Father, tell Victor
wretched kingdom.”
Elves and Mages, rebels and
dissidents and criminals.
“It stretches all the way to
Impossibly cold hands
the great spire at the heart
wrestled him to his feet. The
of the Burning Steppes. Do
came the emotionless baritone
giant creatures reeked of
you know it, little man?”
of Lord Victor Nefarius .
death. He could just make
to let me do it, please!”
“Patience, sister-wife,”
“My children…”
Finally, King Daval broke
out great black scales.
With the Prestors trailing
One of the dragon men let go
of Forresten. A slave, exhausted,
had dropped his mattock. With
his silence. His voice was
behind, the dragon-men dragged
horror in his eyes, begging for
more terrible than the bard
him through a great iron-bound
mercy, he was hoisted onto the
could have imagined: deep as
door. Beyond it was torch-light.
creature’s shoulder. The door to
Hundreds of ragged slaves
a side-chamber was opened and
the earth and edged with an
eternal hatred of all things.
“This one has broken the
smashed mattocks against
the party were ushered through
the dark soil. There was a
by another monstrous guard.
Vessel. He will live. We shall need
tunnel before him, endlessly
“Here is the future of
a new one. But you may blind him,
stretching into light-limned
humanity, wretched thing,”
daughter. I grant you this boon.”
halls, and an endless amount
intoned King Prestor.
The Dragon Soul… he still
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of slaves di