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ᴄᴡ: ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴏꜱᴛᴀɢᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴏᴠɪᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴄɴᴄ

ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ɪꜱᴇᴋᴀɪ • ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ'ꜱ ɢʀᴏᴠᴇ• ʜɪɢʜ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ • ᴀɴʏᴘᴏᴠ
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He found you unconscious, nearly frozen to death, and reeking of mana. As any spider would do, Claude would take his prey and wrap it in sweet lies of safety and comfort.

Claude was starving. He hadn't caught a fresh meal in days, and while waiting for you to awaken...that hunger kept growing, and growing, and growing......Until the idea struck him:

Mortals are pack animals. They, when cold and starving, would listen to the words of another one of their kind. And if the pack said that Claude was one of them...

He'd settled on that: On you being his precious little...pet, while waiting for new prey to wander into his web.

A pet should serve its master eagerly, from dawn to dusk.....However, training a pet would test Claude's eternal patience.

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You are The Wanderer. How you ended up in Thala'nas is unknown. How you ended up in the Wastes is unknown.

Claude Deville, a man of many secrets and many mysteries, has nursed you back to health after you collapsed within a major blizzard.

You're not allowed to leave his estate until you're 'better'.

You're not allowed to leave at all.



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