Editing Midnight RPG - Chapter 29.782 (section)

==<font color=red>Khalim</font>==
smiling largely...
: '''''"...have you heard nothing 'friend'...  I have no lies in me.  I am of Sarcosan blood, this is true - but we are not a people of twisted tongue as have the Traitor Princes made us out to seem.  You will find loyalty in the strongest of bonds within the Sarcosan people my 'friend'.  There is one thing to be said, while it is a dangerous way to find it sometimes - when a Sarcosan gives his word, nothing less than death of honor can come to see it fall.  <br> <br>  ... it was from these Arteries that my wife Thora was recovered, yes...  She is... she was a healer of men, a caster magics for her village that road among the Dornish horsemaster Redgard and his 'Raiders' to the north.  It was the Redgard House that came to Jaedyn some ten years ago to ask for aid in this 'rescue' as you call it...  It was my first years under the Pirate Prince white sails, so I know little of the politics between the great Dornish Houses of the time.  But I know that this is of the time when young Jaedyn moved from his family's swashbucked vigilante ways toward what, at the time, seemed much more savvy.  No 'friend' we did not rescue anyone from those caves... we bartered for prisoners taken.  Thora was but one of the many we secured back.  I was on the 'Corsair Hangman'  (Jaedyn's ship) when the deal was stuck.  It was an Orc called Darshod of the Dead Mothers that brokered the deal, it's said that his time creating the Artery Cave is what made him into what he is today in Highwall... his orders directly from Arydian Avielehrius, where the Demon-Bane lurks...  <br> There is no escape from that place of hell, where experiments and creations from the dark heart of Aryth are born.  There is only torment there.  Thora has not spoke of her time there since.  It was on a ship that we made trade with Darshod... a ship I will never forget... with blood-black sails, Fell hanging from the masts as if gallows, and flayed skins draping the irons bolted to it's sides...  It bled hate.  <br> But they delt with the Pirate Prince, who ruled... who rules the Sea.  We gave 41 Orc and Oruk Captains for 212 men, women and children that had not been yet tortured to death in that place.  <br> <br>  ... strange though, I remember now - the sought others though.  It's likely we could have freed the Arteries dry of it's captives if we had only a single elf.  One called an eye or whisperer as they phrased it... <br> But for all the hate in the world Prince Norfall had with the Enemy he would not, back then, have given up the brave forest-folk of the Fangs and Gamarillian Delta... his friends and tradesmen in the wares of our pirate war treasure bounty...."'''''