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Legacy of The Condesce :15:
I couldn't figure out what to do. Here he was, the troll who had saved me not too long ago, defeated and bruised inside a recuperacoon. I felt as if it had been my fault; I wasn't fast enough to save him from The Grand Highblood. Now, as I looked upon his beaten frame, I couldn't help but cry. What if he never wakes up from his sleep? What if I, in being too late, had killed the one that I cherished the most? Oh god, it was just too much.
"Don't cry," a voice whispered beside me. It was Frelsi! He had finally woken up after so long! I wanted to reach inside that recuperacoon and give him a great big hug, but he needed his rest. "Hey how's it going?"
I signed to my moirail, saying that I could have said the same for him.
"I've seen better days," he smiled sadly. I could see him trying to blink his left eye as if there were something stuck inside it, but I knew what he was really trying to do: he wanted to make sure that eye was really gone. "I'm bl
Legacy of The Condesce :13:
" and then I made out with her on the deck of her own ship," I bellowed with laughter, "you should have seen the look on the crew's faces!"
It was the evening after my encounter with Marquise Lieuna. I had invited Zenete and Zumidu over to my respite block for a celebration based on the information on the tax cuts as well as my victory over the high blooded noble. Zumidu listened to my story with an intensity only rivaled by my own telling of said story, but Zenete was not amused. Rather, she sat slouched in her chair, eyeing me with boredom.
"No way," Zumidu gasped, "fought Marquise Lieuna, on her own ship, no less, and then you made out with her?! That sounds so romantic "
"Yea," I chuckled heartily, "that woman is truly something else. I have to say that she was both a worthy opponent, and a wonderful kisser."
Zenete made a sound of disgust.
"Is there something wrong?" Zumidu asked.
Zenete signed to him, gave up halfway, and pointed to a piece
Legacy of The Condesce :12:
This was it, motherfucking brothers and sisters, this was motherfucking it! The Grand Highblood's prophecy has come at last! The miracles of life and death shall clash in infinite majesty once more, and the joyous noise of pain and destruction shall ring out across the stars. The low bloods were smart in fearing our kind. Now they shall know that fear is not enough to stop our advance.
I approached the throne of The Grand Highblood, shaking with anticipation. As I bowed to pay my respects to the Great One I surveyed the majesty that was his very form. He was clad in pitch black armor, which was decorated with brilliant violet stripes and the bones of his victims. His throne was equally as fearsome; the carved metal seat was decorated with images of war and violence, painted over with the blood of all castes, including our own. After all, the Grand Highblood did not tolerate anyone going against his decree.
"Has the plan been set into motion?" The Grand Highblo
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