>>5485579A sudden ingenious idea has struck you. These nomads, the Khurultai of the Far Steppe, trade and deal with everything and everybody. You could pretend to be traders! Slave traders! You already have this angry goblin princess chained up -
Gulshara screams: You will address me as Prince! I am a Beautiful Elf Prince! I bet you call actors "actresses" too. You are so ignorant! You have no familiarity with Elven manners, even the slightest understanding of courtesy and decorum. (Her feral bone charms jangle satirically). How dare you... try and sell me! I am going to escape, any moment now. I am just biding my time -
When you present this hysterical and screaming trophy Princess to trade and bargain before the Great Khan, his response makes your blood turn cold:
- My, this is a wild one! She will fetch a low price, for I can see we will incur great trouble domesticating her. It is a wonder that she has not scratched out your eyes already! But that armour she is wearing... (The Great Khan's eyes narrow shrewdly) ah, perhaps she can be put to some use after all. And you - you think that Goblins make the best slaves? (The Great Khan's face suddenly turns murderous, vicious) Look around you, you fool! We have sworn a pact with our green-skinned orc brothers. We will kill you now!
There is a horrible ringing metallic chorus, the synchronous unsheathing of steel. You scrabble in terror for weapons, eyes swivelling in panic upon their stalks for cover or escape. But you are surrounded by a ringed phalanx of curved blades. They say the Khurultai flay their victims alive...
The Great Khan laughs:
- That was a joke! Orcs and goblins enslave each other all the time! I have sold my own children into slavery. Because my loins are so fruitful, and my many offspring so stupid. Better they pay their debts of folly as chattel, than to die of exposure upon the winter steppe, eh?
The Great Khan shoves a bowl of fermented, curdled milk before you. He laughs heartily:
- Come, drink this! Now you may sleep with my daughter. It is permitted amongst my people. She is very ugly and barren, and will wither your manhood! (The Khan's face turns from jolly to murderous again) that was another joke. If you touch my daughter, I will flay you alive. (Recovering his mirth) But come! You have brought us a great gift. Perhaps the Troll King should meet you, he likes to know all the merchants and traders. Let us help you, give you the welcome of the Great Steppe. For what is best in life...?
>Write-in if you have any requests or questions for the Great Khan(You now have permission as his guest to wander around the Ritterskeep, the castle seized by the Troll King. Gulshara and her armour are dragged away)
>Write in what you would like to do