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Post by umus on Aug 16, 2017 15:31:17 GMT
Ajirai sat upon the Golden Throne of Bragoass, slave girls at his feet. He surveyed the room, finally satisfied with the work he had done. He was no longer haunted by the sounds of men crying for help. War or death didn't even truly bother him anymore. He had killed the of Dostern yesterday and couldn't even remember his name. But greater things were on Ajirai's mind, he had truly overcome the circumstances of his birth. He mother and father were slaves, his village burnt down. He stole, lied and killed just to get by, he was given a chance to better himself by Saladin. He was granted nobility, and had taken back Bragoass from its foreign invaders. Many were hopeful and said Saladin still lived, but Ajirai had mixed feelings about this. He had taken power and wasn't too interested in releasing it so easily. Ajirai played with the thought of betraying Saladin if he was still alive, murdering for what he wanted wasn't a new concept. He'd have to be very clever about it, Ajirai couldn't stand up to Saladin face to face. But these were problems and schemes for another day, for now he would enjoy the comfort of the Golden Throne.
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