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The damnable marauder stood tall, dagger in hand, and a distraught hostage in the other. She held herself with a rare staginess that no other troll could hope to replicate. Her face exuding a corrupt smile and her stare so ardent it would've bore into a wall. The captive was limp in the Marquise's grasp, tired from having fought her in such a frenzy and now disappointed she'd lost. "You've clearly outdone yourself, Disciple, and I've had an absolute ball," the buccaneer impudently remarked. "but I'd like to wrap this up." She lifted her dagger and prepared to plunge it into the catlike woman's neck. Pchoooooooo. An arrow darted towards

The young troll slowly made his way through the dim hallways, his cleated sneakers click-clacking on the cold stone floor. Strands of hair fell across the foul expression on his face as sweat trickled down his clammy skin. He didn't like traveling down these corridors, but he made a promise to meet a certain someone later tonight. Coming upon a large metal door, he pushes it open with ease and makes his way into a wide atrium-like room. The only light source was that of the stars above hazily shining through the glass ceiling, casting odd shadows, which made him a tad uneasy. Well-nigh all of the atrium was empty, excluding an ambiguous figur