cassandra1
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Conflict has been ablaze for over ten years, between the three warring factions of House Galthari, in the land of Alethron. Each faction desires to own more territory than what they had been assigned by the House twelve years ago, leading to open warfare with one another.
The factions are each led by a power-hungry king. The things they have in common are that all three of them are merciless, cruel and sadistic. However, there was a rule within House Galthari stating that prisoners of war, as well as criminals deserving torture, shall only be punished in the most humane way.
This caused the rise of tickle torture as a form of entertainment for royalty and nobility. Prison inmates and even innocent peasants are brought before their captors, or locked in specially designed dungeons, their sensitive spots at the mercy of trained torturers.
Countless soldiers fell on the field, for the glory of their rulers, hundreds languish unransomed in enemy dungeons. Some die, other face a fate worse than death itself: stripped of arms and dignity, they are now no more than playthings in the skilled hands of the merciless torturers.
Can you hear their plights? Their pitiful moans? Their frenzied laughters? For no torture is worse, than tickle torture.
The factions are each led by a power-hungry king. The things they have in common are that all three of them are merciless, cruel and sadistic. However, there was a rule within House Galthari stating that prisoners of war, as well as criminals deserving torture, shall only be punished in the most humane way.
This caused the rise of tickle torture as a form of entertainment for royalty and nobility. Prison inmates and even innocent peasants are brought before their captors, or locked in specially designed dungeons, their sensitive spots at the mercy of trained torturers.
Countless soldiers fell on the field, for the glory of their rulers, hundreds languish unransomed in enemy dungeons. Some die, other face a fate worse than death itself: stripped of arms and dignity, they are now no more than playthings in the skilled hands of the merciless torturers.
Can you hear their plights? Their pitiful moans? Their frenzied laughters? For no torture is worse, than tickle torture.