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Reaper
The Reaper was weary. His servants were failing him. He had not tortured innocents to death in nearly two days. His troops were chaotic and spitefull. Without direction they would establish their normal pecking orders. Orcs would treat the goblins as slaves and laze about while the goblins did the menial tasks that bred order and effeciency, and the goblins, hateful of their treatment would perform minimally, failing to develope the discipline the tasks were designed to impart. Making examples of them would not change their behavior. They needed a reason to work, a reminder of who their master was, and why they died under his heel. He spent much of that day grousing at his commanders deciding on a clan of Orcs to make his point with.
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