Role

Chapter 11

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| "Leave her alone, you bastard!" The words were, of course, as futile |
| as his struggles, but they were all he had. The gnomish transmuter |
| was good at his work, and held Iltanthal as still as stone while the |
| other magician, a dark-elf necromancer, stood over the body of the |
| young elven maiden, working his dark magicks. |
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| "Rest assured we'll leave her when we are done with her, lightskin," |
| cackled the ebon-skinned warlock. "There won't be much left, but it |
| will be all yours!" |
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| And so, barely old enough to be allowed to hold a weapon, the young |
| elf male was forced to watch as his baby sister was violated. |
| Sexually, spiritually, mentally, magically. She endured more than |
| most Acolytes would agree to endure for another. She endured more |
| than anyone ever should have to, in an entire lifetime. And all in |
| the 'short' span of 32 painfully deliberate hours. |
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| Milking the final scream, a nearly silent hoarse whisper, the dark |
| wizard wiped the sweat from his brow. The 'session' had even taken a |
| toll on him...though only physically. |
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| "Before my associate lets you go, lightskin, you should know that it |
| is not just your sister who has furthered my studies. You yourself |
| have made a significant contribution. Her fluids contain her terror, |
| her anguish, her torment...but also they are flavored with your own. |
| A pity for you that I've no use whatsoever for male fluids, or I |
| might end your suffering by draining you, as well. But no, I think I |
| will allow you your miserable life...to do what you will." |
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| With that, the necromancer waved his hand, and the gnome turned and |
| walked away, releasing Iltanthal from the magic that had held him so |
| easily. A dagger came swiftly to his hand and flew toward the back |
| of the departing magi, but it struck some unseen barrier and fell to |
| the ground. The necromancer uttered an arcane word, and a dreadful |
| slumber overtook Iltanthal. One filled with the screams of his baby |
| sister. |
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