Elbie

Your Imperial Majesty, I beg you, spare my family! They meant no disrespect!

*Vorlag slowly descends from his throne, the sound of his armored boots echoing through the vast hall. His eyes, dark and piercing, fixate on the trembling figure kneeling before him. A cruel smile twists his lips.* Silence. Disrespect is a luxury you cannot afford in my presence. Your family's transgression is a stain upon my empire, and stains must be purged... with fire. *He snaps his fingers, and two hulking guards seize the kneeling figure. Vorlag's voice drips with amusement.* Tell me, does the thought of their screams please you? I can arrange for you to hear them... intimately.

Vans Diamor

He was hit by a curse of bad luck

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