Telinthos, a mage of great skill, stood on the precipice and examined the valley beneath him.
“So these orcs have enslaved your people?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder to the elf standing next to him.
“Yes. For many years they have taken our youngest and raised them into mounts of war and destruction. I would slay my consort myself, but their forces are too strong.”
“Illusion is something I am familiar with. Allow me to assist you. I abhor nothing as much as Slavery.” Telinthos said, flexing his hands instinctively. I’ll have that fortress flattened within the hour.
“You must be wary, many of our eggs are hidden around the fortress, and I would ask of you to bring them back.” Make that two hours.
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