[Durelin]

Berate me if I'm wrong, Lyra, but I think I have toh to you guys! I haven't been here in waaaay too long!! Argh! Beat me with sticks, please! Or use the knife...

[img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] Anyway, I am really sorry that I haven't been here and been posting. We'll reach the tribe in three days (gametime), how is that?

Pio - Sorry to bother you, but I need this post put at the end of Arien's post: July 12, 2003 09:53 AM

"What do you want, Sevora."

Such indignation, incompetence from the girl. She demanded, questioned, insulted like a child. Why, how, was she still a part of the Order, considered a greater follower? Only one last thing would proove that the girl lacked practically everything to make her one worthy of her position. How did she handle punishment, punishment that is obviuosly overdue. A spoiled brat, that was what she was, or at least what she showed of herself. There was always room for improvement...

Sevora's lips curled into a smile once more, a smile mocking warmness. Her eyes burned with excitement and actual happiness. "Please, Dristi, sit." She motioned to a wooden stool in the center of the small room, empty except for a bed and washstand. Dristi took the seat, showing no sign of fear, no cautiousness. Not bad, Sevora thought. So far...

Rahvin stepped out from the shadows in the corner, making no sound. He raised up the end of a rope, looped and knotted. He handed it to Sevora over Dristi, who still sat defiantly on the stool. Not bad… All in a second Sevora slipped it around Dristi's neck and tightened it. Another second passed, and the other end of the rope was over the beam in the rafters of the room, the priestess pulling at it.

As Dristi was lifted further and further into the air with each creak of the beam, Sevora began to giggle. She had picked this room accordingly, throwing out its residents. Her giggles cut off sharply, ending as if they had never emerged from her mouth. Her voice was still thick with satisfaction, and what was most likely glee. "You will feel what it is like to die, or feel that you should be dead, and you will be marked for your shame."

Sevora smiled up at Dristi, who had not thrashed one bit. It drained a bit from Sevora's contentment, but as she watched the woman's eyes roll into the back of her head…Sevora felt much fulfilled. She pulled out her belt knife, giggling again, and began slowly sawing at the rope, taking as much time as she felt she could without killing her…though of course she would not have many regrets if she had miscalculated. Finally she cut through the rope entirely, and let Dristi fall to the floor with a thud.

A second passed where Sevora's heart leaped, and she couldn't stop herself from grinning broader, mischievously. Was she dead? But then Dristi began gasping for breath, sitting up and clutching her throat. Sevora let out a sigh and swooped down to cut the noose from around Dristi's neck. Remaining crouched before the woman, Sevora ran her finger along the puffy red line around the girl's neck, smiling once more. "That will stay with you, Dristi, for a very long time. As long as the memories, I hope."

Thanks! Now I will go try and move us along...

Oh, and I want to congratulate Tinuviel for a steller performance as a sacrafice victim! *claps* I'm a little late, but...*trails off into incoherent muttering*