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[Caillech Greyden]

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It had been months since anything exciting had happened. Caillech stared out of the window of her oversized room. The mansion was overflowing with sounds from the house servants. Dishes clanking from the sink, the last neighing of the horses being shoed from the days ride, and the neighbors with their chatter and laughter as they made their way to their awaiting homes. Cail eyed them curiously until their glowing lanterns disappeared from her sight. Her brother and father had been away long before Caillech's return from the wretched trip to Moonglow. Just a note, and a new dress. Her father was great, just busy, and Cainen, when he wasn't busy doing what their father had ordered, devoted all his attention on Caillech. Being the bastard son was hard enough for him, but Caillech never knew him as that, he was her best friend and her brother. Caillech knew what she could and couldn't do, what was acceptable and what wasn't, but she had every intention of pushing things within in a millimeter of it, if not crossing the line completely. After all, she had already almost given her father a heart attack when he discovered her involvements with the warlord of The Dark Order, mainly because it was an Armunn. Her father knew Caillech had a fire burning inside her to see just how much farther she could take things.  
"I'm just getting started." Caillech spoke to herself as she grabbed the candle from the window's edge to her night stand. Pulling away her robe, revealing her silk nightgown she crawled into her oversized bed.
"I'm just getting started." She said once more blowing out the candle with a devilish grin.

[Caillech Greyden]

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" A deal is a deal." Caillech said as she lowered her head in disappointment. The stranger who had tried to bargain with the in humane orcs that taunted the occupants of the tavern this night had lost. The orcs were encircling her and began to lead her away to their "furt", the one she now had to scrub... As they arrived through the red moongate, Cail looked up at the walls of this place that the orcs called "home".
"Ju skrub wid da har." One of the orcs said as he tried to hand her a head of hair from some bones that had been laying on the dirt floor.
Shaking her head, Caillech looked around in a sense of confusion, thinking to herself. The bones of helpless animals and whatever else could possibly be humans, all lay on the floor. A make shift table sat in the middle of the room, the smell was overwhelming with rotting corpses, dirt and death. "What have I gotten into now?" As the orcs showed her to the "Oomie pen"up the stairs, or what appeared to be used as stairs, once inside and the door locked, she slid down the wall awaiting the new day. "How are you going to get out of this one?" She made a clicking noise with her tongue as she drifted into deep thoughts of escape.