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As always the magnificent dark fortress that we visited in a previous prologue was plunged in a perpetual darkness and storms were frequent. So when a rider on a Pegasus made of black smoke landed on one of the towers he cursed the rain and ordered something hot that could appease the delicate palate of a blood elf, like a good red tea while approaching the volcanic core of the place.
The master of the dark tower ordered a goblin to announce his master of his return and to request an audience. He was one of the inner circle and knew that his master might be interested by what he has learnt. He was not mistaken, one hour later he was brought to the personnal baths of B'beg the Terrible.
Even a dark lord of more than 10 000 years needed to bath once in a month. Especially when he was helped by beautiful dark elven maidens while doing so. It was in the middle of naked flesh and in vapours of a costly encense that Abovyurlevel or Larion of the Silver Stone or many other nicknames that mortals didn't have to know.
The sight of his master, with his Octopus's head in the middle of beautiful maidens could have disgusted some but not our Blood Elf who was accustomed to such practice. He was even more pleased when his master ordered two girls (elven maidens who were younger than a century could have been little girls for them) to undress his servant and massage him while he would enter to another hot pool, in front of the one where B'beg was staying.
-It is a too great honour your malevolent eminence.
The master of darkness answered his servant.
-No, I must reward those who do the work themselves instead of relying on stupid and clumsy subordinates. Your devotion to the cause of Evil is remarkable Larion. As I love to say "The best men are those who walk the evil path instead of the easy path."
Only a true megalomaniac would quote himself, but this was a necessity of being an evil leader. Larion could only nod respectfully while he was quickly disrobed by the two charming creatures and put into a pool of pleasingly hot water, a great change from the cold rain that would have given him an angine if he wasn't protected by magic. One of the dark elven beauties, with pale skin and black hair began to massage his shoulders while the second one with dark skin and white hair stroked his long blonde locks to clean them. It was paradise. It was time for Larion to bring the good news.
-Most feared oppressor, I have managed to identify the cause of the magical anomaly that killed the warrior that those imbeciles in the Mage's Guild thought would defeat you.
