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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Brother Shatterstone" data-source="post: 1496961" data-attributes="member: 13442">Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Rogue/Corruptor/Bondblade)*Loviana smiles meekly at Orshallan as she listens to him and her eyes wonder around her new unknown surroundings.  Trying to get a better view of her shrouding she forces herself to sit up and her beautiful face grits through the pain to do so.  As she listens to Orshallan she gives a small quite prayer to Loviatar, her plan may not have worked as she had hoped and planed for but Loviatar’s guidance everything seemed to have worked out well enough.*Orshallan’s questions snapped Loviana’s thoughts and brought them back to the moment.  With a confused look on her face she tries to answer the dangerous questions that he asks, “A scourge High Righteousness?  I’m afraid I do not know the names of many weapons.”  She gives a small apologetic look and she does her best to change the topic away from her precious scourge, “I went with Brother Terrel for diner at my day of volunteering, though I didn’t have much choice in the matter as he was rather insistent that I go with him.  After dinner he said he would walk me home…”  She looks down to the bed with a mixture of ashamed and sorrow on her face as her arms wrap protectively over her chest, “Instead of taking me home he lead me to the alley where he slapped me…”  Her words becomes almost unrecognizable as she starts to sob uncontrollable, “and then he ripped my dress and he started too…”  Her voice trials off completely as she brings her hands up to her face and cries uncontrollably and as she continues her voice is combination of choked tears and a near uncontrollable shriek, “I beg and pleaded with him to stop but all he did was slap me again and he became enraged and he tried to hurt me!”</blockquote>

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