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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fragsie" data-source="post: 5096723" data-attributes="member: 83065">"It was not I that you followed, but one of my generals. He wants your head for what you and your merry band did to his brother, but you are fortunate that my Lady spared you... you have something she covets you see, and I am of a mind to indulge her."The woman squeals with delight and she eyes Mikara possessively as the hooded figure approaches the drow. A young looking hand emerges from the dark folds of the figure's robes and gently caresses Mikara's face. The hand glows with a strange beauty; the same that infuses the giggling woman, the skin is perfectly smooth without a single blemish."As for what I am doing to the people of New Daunton? It does not concern you, they are my people by right of blood and I may do with them what I please...... Now, feel me dark elf, breathe in my presence, my love."The figure's voice once more takes on that strange quality, as though it were a choir whispering in Mikara's ears. She fights it for a while, but as the cadences glide through her mind she feels the truth of his words take root within her.Mikara closes her eyes and rubs her cheek against the still outstretched hand, a single tear runs down her face because she is in the presence of her true love and master."As you love me, so do you love my Lady, for she is my queen and stands at my right hand."The woman takes a few steps toward Mikara and proffers her hand also, Which Mikara kisses in deference, she looks up into her queens face and feels humbled to be there before her.The hooded figure reaches back into his robes and pulls forth what looks like a cross between a branding iron and a warlock's rod, it is entirely of a strange incandescent material except the brand on the end which looks to be simple iron. The figure detaches the end and replaces it with a different brand, then he begins to sing; quietly at first, but steadily growing in volume. The words are not of a language that Mikara understands; or even recognises, but their power could not be mistaken. As the songs volume grows the brand begins to glow with heat, the melody changes and becomes more clear, out of the choir of this hooded man's voices a single soprano emerges and the brand suddenly flares brightly, it's end white hot.Mikara doesn't recoil as he raises the rod to her shoulder, after all he is her love and master, it is his right to do with her as he pleased. But the moment the brand delivered it's painful kiss, the spell was broken and her mind returned to her. The intense pain seared through her entire body, so overwhelming that although she opened her mouth, no scream could issue forth. As her vision blurred and she began to feel her body slipping into unconsciousness Mikara saw the figure carry the brand from her arm to his Lady's, his song continuing until the second he pressed it upon her flesh. Yet where Mikara had felt pain, this woman seemed to be convulsing with pleasure at the brands touch.And then darkness...</blockquote>

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