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Conquered, after months of siege from the tyrannical warlord Aggoth the Immortal. You watched as his armies broke through the gates and butchered the remnants of the city guard. You saw them slaughter the citizens of the city, enslave the men, rape the women, burn the shrines, and loot the homes. Your father was murdered before your eyes, gutted and trampled on like garbage in the street. Your mother was dragged off, most likely to be raped and killed if she's lucky. You hid in your home until Aggoth's soldiers found you. | Conquered, after months of siege from the tyrannical warlord Aggoth the Immortal. You watched as his armies broke through the gates and butchered the remnants of the city guard. You saw them slaughter the citizens of the city, enslave the men, rape the women, burn the shrines, and loot the homes. Your father was murdered before your eyes, gutted and trampled on like garbage in the street. Your mother was dragged off, most likely to be raped and killed if she's lucky. You hid in your home until Aggoth's soldiers found you. | ||
They didn't touch you of course. Everyone knows Aggoth gives explicit orders not to harm little girls. Not because he has any moral qualms with it of course, but because of his insatiable lust for young ''young'' girls. He bares no shame of the fact, for he offers large sums of money to anyone who brings him a girl of the age 14 or under. One of the soldiers boast of the money they'll make for bringing you in, | They didn't touch you of course. Everyone knows Aggoth gives explicit orders not to harm little girls. Not because he has any moral qualms with it of course, but because of his insatiable lust for young ''young'' girls. He bares no shame of the fact, for he offers large sums of money to anyone who brings him a girl of the age 14 or under. One of the soldiers boast of the money they'll make for bringing you in as they chain your arms and drag you through the streets of the burning city, slick with the blood of your neighbors and friends. They lead you out through the shattered gates you once believed to be indestructible, and out into the fields, to the camps outside the city. | ||
You're placed in a line of girls similar to your age, with armored men slowly walking down the line with parchment and quills. They ask each girl the same question, "Name and age?" Then scribbles the answer down on the parchment. It's not long before one of the armored men comes to you and asks you the same question. | |||
"Name and age?" | |||
You answer him... | You answer him... | ||
Revision as of 22:10, 24 November 2017
The city of Rothshire has fallen.
Conquered, after months of siege from the tyrannical warlord Aggoth the Immortal. You watched as his armies broke through the gates and butchered the remnants of the city guard. You saw them slaughter the citizens of the city, enslave the men, rape the women, burn the shrines, and loot the homes. Your father was murdered before your eyes, gutted and trampled on like garbage in the street. Your mother was dragged off, most likely to be raped and killed if she's lucky. You hid in your home until Aggoth's soldiers found you.
They didn't touch you of course. Everyone knows Aggoth gives explicit orders not to harm little girls. Not because he has any moral qualms with it of course, but because of his insatiable lust for young young girls. He bares no shame of the fact, for he offers large sums of money to anyone who brings him a girl of the age 14 or under. One of the soldiers boast of the money they'll make for bringing you in as they chain your arms and drag you through the streets of the burning city, slick with the blood of your neighbors and friends. They lead you out through the shattered gates you once believed to be indestructible, and out into the fields, to the camps outside the city.
You're placed in a line of girls similar to your age, with armored men slowly walking down the line with parchment and quills. They ask each girl the same question, "Name and age?" Then scribbles the answer down on the parchment. It's not long before one of the armored men comes to you and asks you the same question.
"Name and age?"
You answer him...