HmmHmm
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It happened in slow-motion. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. He tried to flex his muscles to stop what was coming, but all he felt was the unforgiving metal first touch his skin, and then break it. Inward went the sharp piece of metal into his throat, and he could feel all of it. Rupturing his vocal chords, then his throat itself, and then out the other side of his neck. It missed his neck vertebrae, which only added to his pain, as if it had shattered the bone, perhaps he would be numb to it all. Gasping for air but not finding any, the orc clutched his throat and fell to its knees. Out came the blood from his mouth, past the two tusks substituting for the bottom row of teeth. Past the fletching and shaft of the arrow lodged in his throat, the last image the orc chieftan saw was the sight of his former partner in crime: a slender, wiry dark elf, another arrow nocked on his longbow, string pulled taut. Around him lay the bodies of the guard force, ten mighty orc generals, warriors of Cain all, that the chieftan relied upon to protect him. Arrows protruded from their necks, their heads, their backs, through their hearts. He wished he had stayed faithful to Gruumsh and fought off Cain’s subjugation. He wished he had never met this drow elf, whom Cain claimed was one of his associates from Menzoberranzen. The drow smiled wickedly, let go of the string, and the proud orc saw no more. Now he would not have to deal with the foul stench of orckind.
Cain would be angry. Ironclaw was in disarray. It did not matter to the dark elf, as he no longer took orders from the mad demon. Unlike the orc “slaves” in Ironclaw, he used the calling from Cain as an opportunity to be rid of the Underdark once and for all. He hated his post and his standing that defined him. He hated the wicked society that was his culture. Now he was here, on the surface, with all sorts of new possibilities.
lxitixl, formerly Bowmaster of House Zranthae, and formerly one of the appointed dark elf liaisons to Cain and his forward forces, walked out of the Ironclaw compound cackling with glee. For the first time in his life, he did not know what to do next, which delighted him.
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