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Something I came up with (totally work safe BTW)...
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All Druchii Lords and basically all Druchii of any means have in their residences a room used for their own pleasure. It's doors are comparatively plain and discrete with a concealing curtain. No windows feed into them. They're hard to find unless you know what to look for. Those slaves assigned to tend to them are as a rule mute. Said room is considered to be private in the extreme. In a society in which violent debauchery is a subject of pride, where the noble born boast proudly of foes slain and enemies tortured to death to acknowledge that these rooms even exist to anyone who is not a close acquaintance is taboo in the extreme. To household staff the phrase "I'll be in The Room" means that the master shall be in said room for a while and only the most pressing matters may be brought up to interrupt them. To pry into their contents is a colossal faux pas that has proven terminal especially in public. Only on the rarest of occasions to those which in this society of casual betrayal and ambition can trust be honestly thought to be applies and only in the most circumspect ways may entry into these rooms be permitted.
Inside said rooms, past the door and the curtain is a chamber painted in whites, blues and pastel colors. It is kept well illuminated by magical lamps so even in the darkest of overcast Naggaroth winter nights it is warmly lit. Often they have a small antichamber with a cubby for weaponry and armor to be set aside in as well as providing storage for a simple shirt, pair of pants and set of slippers. Ferns, vines and flowering plants are grown in fine pots of white porcelain on tables and shelves. There will be a couple of chairs and maybe a sofa that are well padded. All furniture has every hard angle rounded away There are shelves full of books, some of which are tales of romance or childhood friends in The Empire or other less fraticidal lands. Others are books of poetry. A few are secret volumes made by the Druchii themselves under pseudonyms which are written in secret, printed in discrete shops and distrusted covertly in plain envelopes which speak of the Druchii themselves and their bonds of friendship and their romantic dealings. Some of them even imagine a world where said feelings could be expressed more overtly. There is often a tea service and an easel were sketches are made. In recent years clockwork contrivances either taken in raids or commissioned through proxies are also common. And there is usually a basket in which is a cat or two or some small dogs, ferrets, rabbits or other small furry animals makes it's home. Each of which is loved and pampered, well cared for and petted for the entirety of their lives.
These hidden chambers are refuges for the Druchii from the pressers of their society. In a world where one is expected to display ruthless cruelty and cast an aura of dread strength in public constantly one's heart yearns for a place where they can simply be something other than an sadistic posturing bastard for even a brief while. Nobody of any position dares accuse another of having such a shrine to soppiness because they know that they have one themselves, as do their superiors and allies. Even the Witch King is unwilling to do anything about this most circumspect aspect of Druchii Culture. Weather this is because he knows that attempting to crack down on this phenomenon would result in civil war, he simply does not care about that particular weakness among his minions or that he has one of his own bigger and soppier than all others in the Black Tower of Naggarond has never been confirmed or discredited despite considerable if discrete speculation on the matter.
Inside said rooms, past the door and the curtain is a chamber painted in whites, blues and pastel colors. It is kept well illuminated by magical lamps so even in the darkest of overcast Naggaroth winter nights it is warmly lit. Often they have a small antichamber with a cubby for weaponry and armor to be set aside in as well as providing storage for a simple shirt, pair of pants and set of slippers. Ferns, vines and flowering plants are grown in fine pots of white porcelain on tables and shelves. There will be a couple of chairs and maybe a sofa that are well padded. All furniture has every hard angle rounded away There are shelves full of books, some of which are tales of romance or childhood friends in The Empire or other less fraticidal lands. Others are books of poetry. A few are secret volumes made by the Druchii themselves under pseudonyms which are written in secret, printed in discrete shops and distrusted covertly in plain envelopes which speak of the Druchii themselves and their bonds of friendship and their romantic dealings. Some of them even imagine a world where said feelings could be expressed more overtly. There is often a tea service and an easel were sketches are made. In recent years clockwork contrivances either taken in raids or commissioned through proxies are also common. And there is usually a basket in which is a cat or two or some small dogs, ferrets, rabbits or other small furry animals makes it's home. Each of which is loved and pampered, well cared for and petted for the entirety of their lives.
These hidden chambers are refuges for the Druchii from the pressers of their society. In a world where one is expected to display ruthless cruelty and cast an aura of dread strength in public constantly one's heart yearns for a place where they can simply be something other than an sadistic posturing bastard for even a brief while. Nobody of any position dares accuse another of having such a shrine to soppiness because they know that they have one themselves, as do their superiors and allies. Even the Witch King is unwilling to do anything about this most circumspect aspect of Druchii Culture. Weather this is because he knows that attempting to crack down on this phenomenon would result in civil war, he simply does not care about that particular weakness among his minions or that he has one of his own bigger and soppier than all others in the Black Tower of Naggarond has never been confirmed or discredited despite considerable if discrete speculation on the matter.
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