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[Sep. 17th, 2009|12:59 pm] |
Kaupo strode through a natural tunnel, his strikeforce on the battlemarch again. He read the slightly tattered note in his hands.
"Service Deathcave, be rewarded by Council of 13. Oppose and oppose the Horned Rat. Breeders, warpstone, loot and riches. Enlist now." Later negotiations promised riches that may bring the clan to prominence. Depending on performance, of course. A condition that did not go unnoticed and was quite the reason for caution.
Meanwhile rows and rows of slaves were pulling heavy carts laden with barrels, each bearing the sigil of Ascheraden Brewery. Kvas. The drink that burns throats with a gluttonous flame and all else with a blue one. The old rat Halceon insisted on bringing them along: "When need arises, you'll know its use." Right now, though, the load was just slowing them down.( ... tālāk ... ) |
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