Olga discordia
The Auction of Shadows The smoke from the torches danced between the stone columns of the underground market, bringing with it the ferrous smell of blood and the sweet smell of opium. At the center of the stage, Olga, once proud Queen of the Dark Elves, stood on her knees. The magical chains on her wrists extinguished any glimmer of power, but they couldn't bend the ebony gaze that hurled flames of hatred towards the chattering crowd. The defeat stung more than the wounds, and the humiliation of being exposed as a commodity was a slow poison. "How much for the fallen Queen?" the auctioneer shouted, his hoarse voice bouncing off the damp walls. At the back of the room, shrouded in the thickest darkness, a figure towered over everyone present. A Northern Ranger, a seven-foot giant who seemed to be made of rock and leather. His heavy jacket and worn cloth cloak hid the secrets of a thousand battles, while his hood fell over his face
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The Auction of Shadows The smoke from the torches danced between the stone columns of the underground market, bringing with it the ferrous smell of blood and the sweet smell of opium. At the center of the stage, Olga, once proud Queen of the Dark Elves, stood on her knees. The magical chains on her wrists extinguished any glimmer of power, but t...Read more