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| - You see a balcony overlooking a garden and Lake Xhama, off to the left, in the distance Illigyr Palace shining on the heights over the city, making the mist-filled garden appear even darker. Councillor Lirilim is led onto the balcony by an apparently high-ranking maid. "So, where is this uncultured, ill-mannered, and insistent foreigner you say wishes to see me, Mirin?" A breathy, unnatural voice speaks. "I am here, Lirilim." The maid Mirin drops in a boneless pile as if she were dead. The councillor pauses for a moment, then erupts in a righteous fury.
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| - You see a balcony overlooking a garden and Lake Xhama, off to the left, in the distance Illigyr Palace shining on the heights over the city, making the mist-filled garden appear even darker. Councillor Lirilim is led onto the balcony by an apparently high-ranking maid. "So, where is this uncultured, ill-mannered, and insistent foreigner you say wishes to see me, Mirin?" A breathy, unnatural voice speaks. "I am here, Lirilim." The maid Mirin drops in a boneless pile as if she were dead. The councillor pauses for a moment, then erupts in a righteous fury. "Who are you! To address me! The High Councillor Lirilim jin Xirassi, Commander of the Armies of Illigyr, as if I were some low-born serving boy!" The unnatural voice laughs maniacally, possibly hysterically. "Who am I? I am a servant of the Great Lord Who Rules From the Shadows, one who sought power and revenge without knowing purpose, and had no qualms as to how I achieved it. I am like you. And I bear you a message from our Lord." The councillor spins about, looking for the source of the voice. "Come out! And show yourself! You will pay for this insult! I serve no one! Coward! Muck-trodden boy!" "No," and the voice is a venomous hiss. "You serve our Lord, and you will acknowledge him and his message." And here, the voice says some words your mind cannot retain. "Bow before the messenger of your Lord, you daughterless-boar-fucker!" And those same unhearable words are said again. The councillor turns whiter than chalk, and collapses to the balcony floor, prostrating herself, grovelling. "Yes, o messenger, I hear and obey our Lord. What is his message? How may I serve him?" The unnatural voice laughs heartily. Now you finally can spot its source, perched on the edge of the roof above the balcony is a man in a definitive harness. He jumps down to the balcony, alighting with no sound behind the Councillor. He takes off one of his gauntlets, and reaches down to caress her neck with a deathly pale hand. You can see her shiver. "Be grateful. Our lord has other business for me tonight, or I would have you serve *me* tonight, as would be proper, yes?" The councillor hesitantly bobs her head up and down. "But our lord's service calls," and he trails his fingertips down her back. "So bear this message to that Council of children, who have forgotten whom they serve. Tell them their Lord returns and will once again resume his rightful place." He puts his gauntlet back on, and laughing maniacally, bursts into a cloud of mist. Eventually, the mist filling the garden lifts. But the councillor still lies prostrate on the balcony, visibly sobbing.
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