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Central Etherea, Great Sea of Sand (Southern), Kingdom of Imin
4,355 [Lunar Calendar], Month of Umbra 10th, 12:32
Inside the Palace of Ankhasar (Duke) Seti Nebetah
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Inside the grand palace of Ankhasar (Duke) Seti Nebetah, a place commonly known as the "Palace of Pleasure" by the locals, resounded with euphoric laughter and enchanting music. Ankhasar Seti, a middle-aged man with an immense, corpulent body, was encircled by a captivating entourage of beautiful women and boys hailing from various races. Their gleaming smiles concealed the profound discomfort and sorrow evident on the faces of the young slaves. With a malevolent grin, Ankhasar revelled in their performance, relishing their every move as he tightly gripped the slender form of a young slaves besides him.
As the captivating spectacle unfolded, a thought sprung into Ankhasar's mind, prompting him to lean towards a nearby old man in a hushed tone.
"Thuttmos, is everything going according to plan in that matter?"
Comprehending the Ankhasar's intentions, Thuttmos responded in a low voice, his face twisted into a wicked smile.
"Indeed, great Ankhasar. Though the ungrateful Lifiem resisted our initial demands, this was all part of our design. Fret not, for we are progressing ahead of schedule in infiltrating the Great Forest. By the end of the month, the flow of Lifiem (ELF) slaves is expected."
Ankhasar's sinister laughter echoed through the palace, further tormenting the terrified young slaves standing beside him. The allure of the Lifiem, renowned across the continent, fueled the Ankhasar's insatiable desire to possess one of them as a personal slave, a slave meant for pleasure. The drool escaping his lips portrayed his excited thoughts as he envisioned the elves, sending a chill down the spines of those witnessing his disturbing obsession.
Suddenly, with an abrupt motion, Ankhasar rose from his seat, his excitement reaching a crescendo. He violently seized a young Nirdian (Human with Animal Horn) girl from the group, her pleas for help and cries of fear falling on deaf ears. Helpless and trembling, the other slaves could only watch in silent anguish, fearing they might be the next victims of Ankhasar's depravity.
The atmosphere hung heavy with desperation as the slaves stood paralyzed by fear. Their hearts weighed down by the harrowing sight of the young girl being torn away from them. In their bleak existence, they clung to a flicker of hope, praying for a savior to emerge, a beacon of light in their darkest hour. Yet, with each passing day, that hope seemed to wane, dimming like a dying ember in the ever-present darkness.
