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<blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 4885661" data-attributes="member: 143"><p>Chapter 71</p><p></p><p></p><p>Yarine felt as though her body was on fire. Pain wracked her, dragging her toward unconsciousness, but that release seemed to hover just out of reach, even that faint escape denied to her. </p><p></p><p>She could see, but everything around her was green fire, rising up around the rune circle, currents of magic given form and shape by the pulsing ritual. How long had she been here—hours, days? Their arrival here seemed vague and indistinct now, memories overshadowed by the assault upon her senses being conducted here. The rasping words of the gnoll shaman, by that <em>thing</em>, had faded into the background, but still present enough to know that it was there, inflicting this pain upon her for some nefarious purpose of its own. The gnolls hadn’t bothered to share their plans with her, hadn’t bothered to do much more than lock her and her companion in a darkened room after their arrival here. They hadn’t been given food, and only a few swallows of brackish water. She suspected they had only gotten that because of a need to keep them alive long enough for this ritual to be completed. She had no illusions about her fate at the end of it. </p><p></p><p>Her muscles quivered, locked, but through a vast expenditure of will she managed to shift her head slightly. She couldn’t see much more than the wall of green fire, but as she lifted her head more, she could just make out the body her of the other prisoner brought here by the Grimmerzhul, sold to the gnolls as fuel for their foul rite. She tried to speak, but nothing but a tiny croak escaped her lips. </p><p></p><p>Still, the other seemed to hear, for he stirred. It took the same heroic effort for him to lift his head to meet her eyes. When their gazes finally met, Yarine saw only the same despair that she felt. </p><p></p><p>Rendil Halfmoon looked at her for another few seconds, then he slumped back down, pain and exhaustion overcoming him once more. Yarine could do no more than echo him, fighting against the waves of agony as the corrupt drone of the gnoll chief all around them, growing stronger even as the prisoners’ strength continued to ebb.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lazybones, post: 4885661, member: 143"] Chapter 71 Yarine felt as though her body was on fire. Pain wracked her, dragging her toward unconsciousness, but that release seemed to hover just out of reach, even that faint escape denied to her. She could see, but everything around her was green fire, rising up around the rune circle, currents of magic given form and shape by the pulsing ritual. How long had she been here—hours, days? Their arrival here seemed vague and indistinct now, memories overshadowed by the assault upon her senses being conducted here. The rasping words of the gnoll shaman, by that [i]thing[/i], had faded into the background, but still present enough to know that it was there, inflicting this pain upon her for some nefarious purpose of its own. The gnolls hadn’t bothered to share their plans with her, hadn’t bothered to do much more than lock her and her companion in a darkened room after their arrival here. They hadn’t been given food, and only a few swallows of brackish water. She suspected they had only gotten that because of a need to keep them alive long enough for this ritual to be completed. She had no illusions about her fate at the end of it. Her muscles quivered, locked, but through a vast expenditure of will she managed to shift her head slightly. She couldn’t see much more than the wall of green fire, but as she lifted her head more, she could just make out the body her of the other prisoner brought here by the Grimmerzhul, sold to the gnolls as fuel for their foul rite. She tried to speak, but nothing but a tiny croak escaped her lips. Still, the other seemed to hear, for he stirred. It took the same heroic effort for him to lift his head to meet her eyes. When their gazes finally met, Yarine saw only the same despair that she felt. Rendil Halfmoon looked at her for another few seconds, then he slumped back down, pain and exhaustion overcoming him once more. Yarine could do no more than echo him, fighting against the waves of agony as the corrupt drone of the gnoll chief all around them, growing stronger even as the prisoners’ strength continued to ebb. [/QUOTE]
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