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| Karok |
“The Italian?” asked an incredulous Karok, “the little
smiler is a gladiator?” The Ogre-Magi,
large and obese rested on several pillows inside his Iris Continental suite
demanding answers from his first officer Malice.
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| Malice |
“When I was imprisoned and sold to the Vaspian Merchant, he
used several of us as “monsters” for his arena battles. We all feared the bard caller announcing Lete
Cordasco entering the arena. He was
unshakable in his confidence, smiling and laughing as he PRACTICED on you,
pinning you into the mud and shit!” The bugbear Malice half yelled his
explanation, “He was difficult to strike, nimble, and always ahead of us.”
Karok stirred, the rolls of fat on his large frame rippling
in waves as he leaned forward, “Let’s find out if he is as good as you say,
send Eyesore, Farker, and Shine after him.
If he can kill those troublemakers then we’ll consider snatching him up.”
Malice smiled, nodding in agreement, “Of course, right away!” Walking away Malice thought back to his embarrassment
in the gladiator arena and thought to himself that Eyesore, Farker, and Shine
should have some help. Time to give the
Ogre they called Cannibal a chance at redemption.
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| Cannibal |
3 comments:
Slavery is one of my character's biggest fears since leaving the gladiator ludus in Italy.
Whats there to fear except for Cannibal and Malice...and eyesore, Farker, and Shine:)
That may be the most ferocious rendering of an ogre ever. And, fantastic ogre mage.
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