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A special area of the camp is devoted to housing various enslaved beasts and monsters participating the raid. Using beasts and monsters in the army is widespread throughout Drow society. They are tamed, enslaved, and thought to fight for you. Better yet that they do the dirty work then risking the lives of valuable and beautiful dark elves. Their lives mean nothing, just fodder serving their purpose without reward or glory. By far the most numerous are the goblin cages. You and your sister walk up to the nearest goblin infested containment.


"The Wuzug tribe, they belong to clan Valon." Treccia says and points to clan Valon´s coat of arms that decorate the cages. 

You look around, they all have it, every goblin unit belongs by clan Valon.  

"Typical of those ugly, slime-eating hogs. Owning beasts instead of elves. Where is the honor in that?" Your words ring true, owning a sentient and beautiful elf or even a human brings much more prestige than owning a beast. Enemy elves can be enslaved, trained to serve, and then pleasure you in victory. All while you revel in their defeat and enforced submission. Such greatness can´t be achieved with mere beasts.     


The cage is filled with tame goblins sleeping together in packs like wild animals. Their skin is mustard-colored rather than the usual green. It´s a abnormality breed forth by clan Valon to distinguish them from other feral goblins. Although that certainly hasn´t helped their hygiene. The goblin cages reek of all matters of vile bodily odors. The smell assaults your nostrils, forcing you to cover up in disgust.

"By the six-planes-of-hell I never get used to the smell of these wretched goblin," you tell your sister.

"Nor should you sister, no proud and urbane Drow of Char should ever need to be near such filthy and lowlife creatures," she responds. 

"Bah! Those clan Valon cockroaches probably feel right at home in the goblin dens. Vermin every single one of them." You take an especially hateful look at the goblin pests. "Probably goblin fuckers every single one of them, sucking the puss out of their blistered filled, ugly cocks!"
      

You and Treccia turn around to leave. There are more beasts here, trolls, giant-spiders, orcs who get  raging bonners whenever they see an elven woman. You let the beast-master whip them in punishment for lusting after a Drow. You´ve seen what you came for, the goblinoid recourses of clan Valon.  

"What now sister-superior. Should we head for your tent?"


*[[MOTDE: "Yes of course, lets head for my tent and call for Solaria to meet us there."]]

*[[MOTDE: "Actually sister, let the challenge wait, lets instead visit the captives and see how they enjoy Drow hospitality."]]
 [[Category: March of the Dark Elves |A]]