Chapter VIII: The Crusader Returns
Castle Mistmoore has a long and prestigious reputation as a bustling hive of debauchery and deviance. From the safety of his gloomy halls, the everliving vampire Mayong Mistmoore rules over a harem of buxom dark elf women who have a cultlike obsession with their leader. Some believe the powerful vampire influences their minds and commands their loyalty with a highly addictive substance made of magically infused moonlight, while others think his wealth is so great and his figure so dashing that dark elves come from all over the world to join his lecherous parties.
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Kuriak awoke to find himself on the ground, looking into a sky obscured by a thick purple mist. The last thing he remembered was losing his mind and walking deep into the swamps outside Guk. He felt as though he was just waking from a dream that had last for months; his mind was filled with strange visions and cloudy memories that vanished rapidly as he regained focus.
With great effort he turned his head and spotted a large castle adorned with the insignia of Mayong Mistmoore. He lay outside the castle at the edge of the ravine, but before he could gather any more information he heard the echo of footsteps from below. A procession of lascivious dark elven women and gargoyles came into sight, headed for the afternoon castle orgy. Kuriak closed his eyes and pretended to be dead as they passed.
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After they were gone, Kuriak rose to his feet and augmented his form with shadows, obscuring him from view, and began to search for a safe place to clear his head. He had never seen such a high concentration of females before. He recalled an ancient Iksar proverb, which stated:
If women weren’t meant to be in the kitchen, then why do they have milk and eggs inside of them?
And suddenly Kuriak had clarity of purpose. He didn’t know how he ended up in Mistmoore, but he knew this place was an abomination and their behavior had to be corrected. Mobs of women cavorting and rubbing against eachother-- Lasna Cheroon splashing playfully in a bathtub with her girlfriends while Xicotl watches through the keyhole- disgusting. Only the Iksar woman is worthy of such behavior.
He emerged from the shadows and began slaughtering tangled, moaning clusters of women and gargoyles. Kuriak had a gleam in his eye and with every severed teir`dal limb he grew happier and more focused. He looked forward to reporting his success here to Arch Duke Xog when he finally returned to Cabilis.
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Mission complete.