|One of my personal favorites.|
In defence of 'Her Ladyship' 8There was a cry anguish and clatter of metal, as if someone had overturned an armoury rack. Then a long, irregular tattoo was beaten frantically upon his door. The Slave Lord nodded to his door guard. The druchii tentatively reached for the lever that would unbar it, his companion was poised behind him, quaking in anticipation with sword and knife held ready. They both paused for a total of three seconds then the former hauled the door open and his fellow bellowed a challenge from deep within his throat.In defence of 'Her Ladyship' 8 by brit92
In a rather anticlimactic display the savaged guard upon the other side of the door wailed in horror and soiled himself. The other door guard joined the, somewhat bemused, swordsman. They both regarded the trembling mess with a mixture of loathing and spite. Never the less they allowed him passage. All Slave Lords' Guards were able to interact with one another's charges as the situation necessitated.
So the shambling, grievously wounded, man limped over to the counting desk of the Slav
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