The sultry hot sun beat down upon my dwarven face as I hiked through the rolling hills of the Dreaded Lands. I was in hot pursuit. Hot pursuit of some sweet, sweet Nizzar. The relationship had evolved into something I couldn't vocalize. I oft have tried to explain the adoration I hold for my lover, king, and god but it cannot be uttered in the common tongue. His grace, intelligence, and keen eye for any strategic advantage in all situations made me long for his embrace.
As my parched mouth longed to be satiated by his wet, mealy kisses my mind drifted. Was joining Nihilum a mistake after all? Many had lost their minds already. Gongshow had been given up to maddness. He had sacrificed himself to the greater good and was reincarnated in the form of another untitlted and insignificant monk of no regard. Yes, time has a way of stripping the good out of some. I don't believe Nizzar would ever betray my devotion to him. Ah, his eyepatched face with his delicately trimmed goatee. How could I ever doubt him?
With all of this aside, I will still do anything to obtain the treasures of the dragon. At what cost would I betray Nizzar my prince, my love, my robed male-succubus? Perhaps when the long winter comes we shall know...
Stasis
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