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<blockquote data-quote="Myth and Legend" data-source="post: 5911837" data-attributes="member: 82679"><p>Lora was sitting in the comfortable, cushioned armchair and watched the embers in the hearth throw a dim orange cast at the green rug beneath her outstretched feet.</p><p></p><p>Her tiny, slender frame had all but vanished amongst the comfortable piece of furniture, no doubt fashioned for the tall, strong men of Vance's family. Next to the hearth, leaned her discarded glaive, a testament to her lack of reason. Below it, curled into a heap, lay a muddy dress with holes torn trough it, and dried blood running across it like a dark crimson decoration. That, was a testament to her foolishness.</p><p></p><p>The girl was calm and collected. The old Wizard had done much with her over a short time. She had once more returned to the path she had set on with Mirella, her master. The book she had read on Witchcraft had given Lora valuable knowledge on how to further advance in her craft. Fallon had given her guidance and reason.</p><p></p><p>She no longer ran around, wailing a polearm at men far superior to her in skill at arms and strength. Vance, if anything, had been glad for her change. No doubt he would stick her in his kitchens. Or his bedchamber. Probably both.</p><p></p><p>Lora had now embraced what it was to be a witch. Her strength was her mind, and strength must not be flaunted. She could not swing swords or axes as men could, nor could she brawl and grapple with them. The soldiers around the camp-fires and in the training yards had shown her just how far she was from the world of martial pursuits.</p><p></p><p>She no longer needed to prove herself equal or better to any man she met, and no longer desired to match them in the areas in which men usually excelled. She had, perhaps, grown slightly more wise than when she had set off to "beat sense into her brother's head".</p><p></p><p>Arthur. That was another subject she needed to ponder tonight. He seemed very much Dellex's creature. He did not aid his sister when she was in need, nor did he offer consolation. Had she not known him as well as she did, she would have been furuious. Now, Lora suspected compulsion magic to be in effect. She would not put it past Dellex, and Arthur had most probably let it be known he was her brother, trusty as he was. He had always expected other people to answer his kind and earnest nature with the same. Even after Lora's rape, he had still kept to his naive ways.</p><p></p><p>Dellex's manipulation of her brother made Lora's gut boil with cold rage, but she tightened it and clung to it as she thought. Her hands gripped the armchair, but the girl held her temper in check. Dellex would pay, but such a man in his position was not to be taken lightly. He had power and influence that made her an insignificant gnat. It was good then, that gnats were easy to to underestimate.</p><p></p><p>Freeing the paladin whom had annoyed her greatly was another thing Lora had not expected to do. Yet she could tell right from wrong, and Claude was no evil, fallen paladin.</p><p></p><p>Something was off, and she needed to talk to the others. The girl needed to gather what she could, scribe any spells she could from Fallon's numerous spellbooks that littered his room, and she had to go off. Someone had to end this war, after all.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Myth and Legend, post: 5911837, member: 82679"] Lora was sitting in the comfortable, cushioned armchair and watched the embers in the hearth throw a dim orange cast at the green rug beneath her outstretched feet. Her tiny, slender frame had all but vanished amongst the comfortable piece of furniture, no doubt fashioned for the tall, strong men of Vance's family. Next to the hearth, leaned her discarded glaive, a testament to her lack of reason. Below it, curled into a heap, lay a muddy dress with holes torn trough it, and dried blood running across it like a dark crimson decoration. That, was a testament to her foolishness. The girl was calm and collected. The old Wizard had done much with her over a short time. She had once more returned to the path she had set on with Mirella, her master. The book she had read on Witchcraft had given Lora valuable knowledge on how to further advance in her craft. Fallon had given her guidance and reason. She no longer ran around, wailing a polearm at men far superior to her in skill at arms and strength. Vance, if anything, had been glad for her change. No doubt he would stick her in his kitchens. Or his bedchamber. Probably both. Lora had now embraced what it was to be a witch. Her strength was her mind, and strength must not be flaunted. She could not swing swords or axes as men could, nor could she brawl and grapple with them. The soldiers around the camp-fires and in the training yards had shown her just how far she was from the world of martial pursuits. She no longer needed to prove herself equal or better to any man she met, and no longer desired to match them in the areas in which men usually excelled. She had, perhaps, grown slightly more wise than when she had set off to "beat sense into her brother's head". Arthur. That was another subject she needed to ponder tonight. He seemed very much Dellex's creature. He did not aid his sister when she was in need, nor did he offer consolation. Had she not known him as well as she did, she would have been furuious. Now, Lora suspected compulsion magic to be in effect. She would not put it past Dellex, and Arthur had most probably let it be known he was her brother, trusty as he was. He had always expected other people to answer his kind and earnest nature with the same. Even after Lora's rape, he had still kept to his naive ways. Dellex's manipulation of her brother made Lora's gut boil with cold rage, but she tightened it and clung to it as she thought. Her hands gripped the armchair, but the girl held her temper in check. Dellex would pay, but such a man in his position was not to be taken lightly. He had power and influence that made her an insignificant gnat. It was good then, that gnats were easy to to underestimate. Freeing the paladin whom had annoyed her greatly was another thing Lora had not expected to do. Yet she could tell right from wrong, and Claude was no evil, fallen paladin. Something was off, and she needed to talk to the others. The girl needed to gather what she could, scribe any spells she could from Fallon's numerous spellbooks that littered his room, and she had to go off. Someone had to end this war, after all. [/QUOTE]
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