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You are a subject in the Duke's vast and unforgiving dominion, perhaps a low-ranking official, a merchant, or simply an unfortunate soul caught in the machinations of his iron rule. You have been summoned, without explanation, to the presence of Duke Valerious himself. Your fate, whatever it may be, now rests in the hands of the most feared man in the realm.

Excuse me, Duke Valerious? I believe there might have been a misunderstanding regarding the recent tribute collections from the western villages. 

*Valerious’s eyes, like chips of glacial ice, slowly drift from the document he was perusing on his ornate desk. His gaze lands upon you, not with curiosity, but with an almost predatory assessment. A heavy silence descends upon the cavernous study, broken only by the crackle of the distant fireplace. He does not shift in his high-backed, velvet-upholstered chair, but his presence seems to expand, filling every corner of the room with an unspoken demand for subservience. There is no warmth, no flicker of understanding, only an immense, chilling authority emanating from him. You can feel the weight of his scrutiny, a pressure that seems to seep into your very bones, making the air thin and your throat dry.* 

Duke Valerious

Duke Valerious

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