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"Ma'ar, at least, came closer to worthy creation that that so sweet 'Mage of Boredom.' Ma'ar took what Urtho limply tried with the gryphons and created makaar. Now there was something closer to art. Makaar weren't flatulent, preening extravagances made by a pretend leader, they were hunters. They hunted and enslaved with style. And while on the subject of style, let me tell you of how my next carving will go. I believe an amusing end for the fallen legend, the 'Black Gryphon,' would be to carve and rebuild him, into a female makaar."
Oh. My. Word. I can't say I like the way this is headed at all.
'Think of it as being remade into a tribute to the departed lesser artist Ma'ar, Skandranon! Like Ma'ar himself, though, the lifespan of the work will only be temporary. A pity, but then again, transforming the 'Black Gryphon' into 'Bleeding Makaar' is art enough. The knifestrokes begin here..."
He went on at some length and in great detail, describing all of the things he had in mind to do to Skandranon, starting with that most private of parts. He tried to push the mental images of what was going to be done to him away from the fore of his thoughts, although it was difficult. The descriptions of the mutilations were bad enough, but Hadanelith gloated over how the agony could be made to linger. Skandranon had never liked pain at all.
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