Role

Chapter 9

The conception:

A dark tower rises in your vision. The mountain that rises behind it is pale
in comparison to the ebony tower. Your vision pulls you slowly at first then
more rapidly at the tower which grows in height and seemingly in power as you
come near. Whisked up, youre pulled though a grated window of twisted
adamantite. The room is lavish and the dcor is rich, and a dark and ominous
throne is present.

Upon it sits a feminine figure, she is thin but shapely. She is decorated in
such garish attire and wrapped in shadows, and it is impossible to tell
exactly what race this woman beholds. Her lips do not move but her voice
echoes off the thick walls of this chamber. A commotion is heard throughout
the tower and a booming voice is heard swearing and screaming. Dark minions
pour in from the darkness of the shadows. The booming voice becomes nearer
and the struggle grows more intense.

Large doors are drawn back from behind curtains, and the owner of the booming
voice is now suddenly present. Twelve dark lurkers glide in without a sound,
carrying an immense adamantite table above them. Twisted chains of a glowing
metal are strapped and layered around the table binding something or someone
to it. The voice booms out another slew of curses and swears and the changes
rattle and give off a singeing hiss. The smell of burnt flesh wafts in your
nostrils as the struggle presses the burning chains hiss and bubble harder
and louder. All at once the table is dropped to the floor and the prisoner is
visible. He is a mature man, suffering greatly from the burning chains the
only thing that can be sure is that he is of a smaller statue, a gnome or
perhaps even a dwarf. His face is contorted in pain and anger, his eyes
bubbling with nearing madness and hatred. The dark woman now stands gazing
over her prisoner.

"Oh. Look at you, you struggle and you fight, but the fight is over do you
not see?"
"FARHHH I fargin gut yah sodding git, yah whorein farkin AHHHGAHH"
"Oh my, you villagers, so uneducated... so primitive... yet so fierce"
"BY THRORS HAMMER!! You soodin GAHH wicked soul"
"Your rage will fuel my offspring and such power will be had"
"Fargin WHAT ?"

The dark minions move in from all sides tearing the loincloth from the
villager. He flails and bites at them but three of them secure his head and
the dark woman approaches. She begins weaving powerful spells of seduction
and surrounded by dark minions her clothing slowly falls from her and she
stand over the bound villager. The dark forces now force aphrodisiacs upon
the villager. "BY TAHRENS ANVIL!! NOOOOOO!" but it is too late, she has
forced herself upon him and there is nothing that can be done. Your vision
pulls back through the window but the sounds of the Booming voice still
echoes cursing and swearing.