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[color=FF66B2][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Forest: Front Gate
[color=FF66B2][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=FF66B2][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	The Director's body lolled and swayed in the burly embrace of the giant man, uncaring of the happenings in the world of the waking. For even as the body was restricted to the confines of another man's arms, the mind... The mind was free to roam in the world of dreams and memories.

	And it plummeted, right into a nightmare!

	The stalker followed it's victim from the shadows, unseen. The victim, a noble lord on the prowl for some debauchery. Little did he know that he was being stalked by a more dangerous predator than himself. The Lord was strutting his stuff confidently, gathering the lustful eyes of proper maidens and lecherous ladies of the night alike. And he was loving it! As if the world belonged to him and everyone in it owed him. Women especially! [i]Fret not, little Lord! You'll get what's owed to you! Soon![/i]

	The pregnant moon hung heavy over the Lord and the other denizens of the city, as the young man paraded himself along the streets of the capital. He soon came upon a darkened alleyway and sank into the shadows without a moment's hesitation. A mistake he would live to regret! For it was in that moment the stalker struck. The young Lord yelped in fear as he felt cold steel on his neck and a hot breath in his ear.

	A shiver ran down Director Kindle's unconscious body.

	[i]"Hello, my lovely!"[/i] The stalker whispered sickeningly in the young Lord's ear. [i]"I've been watching you, my young Lord!"[/i] The body of the stalker pressed harder into the trembling one of the young man. [i]"Trying to sell yourself to all the pretty ladies... And even to the hookers."[/i] The stalker stroked the pointed end of the knife down over the horrified young man's neck, until a button on his high collar popped away. [i]"But, see, I know your secret, sweet one! Them ladies, it's all an act. After all, you are the head of the family. Appearances must be kept. No one must know your true colors! But I see how you suffer, my lovely. So I'll give you what you need!"[/i] The stalker shifted his position, gripping the man by the throat from behind so the hand with the blade could be free to sneak lower to the young Lord's crotch.

	Director Kindle's body shivered uncontrollably in the arms of Mr. Titian as if reacting to a vivid memory. The eyes behind the closed eyelids shifted left and right in lightning speed, looking for a way out of the nightmare.

	[i]"But you've been naughty, my sweet Lord. So you'll have to beg for it! Say 'please'!"[/i]

	"Please!" The quiet word dislodged itself from the Director's lips, the body now limp once more, carried towards Shadowell Manor by a giant of a man.

	The young Lord stared dumbstruck at his attacker, a thin saber skewered through his neck!