Other than killing them all? comes the sharp voice of her scourge. Get up out of the way, there has to be some way out of here for the builder in case of an accident, and it's probably not on the floor with the snakes!
[Vile] Maiden of Pain's Redemption
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Brother Shatterstone
Dark Moderator of PbP
Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)
Loviana replies equally sharp, “Well, that would depend upon the builder… Loviatar isn’t known for showing compassion amongst her faithful if they fail her. Being trapped in your on death trap is probably a failure.”
Though opposite of her words she quickly stands upon the stone stab looking closer at the many chains and where they connect upon the walls and ceiling.
Loviana replies equally sharp, “Well, that would depend upon the builder… Loviatar isn’t known for showing compassion amongst her faithful if they fail her. Being trapped in your on death trap is probably a failure.”
Though opposite of her words she quickly stands upon the stone stab looking closer at the many chains and where they connect upon the walls and ceiling.
*Looking at the chains carefully, concentrating only on them, she finally spots a place at one of the corners where there seems to be a rectangular crack in the ceiling.*
Brother Shatterstone
Dark Moderator of PbP
Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)
With a think of her wrist Loviana wraps the smug and cocky Skada around the chain closest to the crack in the ceiling. Starting slowly, and careful to keep her weight towards the center of the stone slab, Loviana puts all of her weight into it.
With a think of her wrist Loviana wraps the smug and cocky Skada around the chain closest to the crack in the ceiling. Starting slowly, and careful to keep her weight towards the center of the stone slab, Loviana puts all of her weight into it.
*With a grumble from Skada, Loviana uses her to whip around the bars above her head. Heaving herself up, she swings hand over hand to the corner, and then hangs on the chains. With a groan, the whole section of the ceiling swings down, nearly throwing Loviana off. She catches herself and considers her next move. With some impressive acrobatics, she swings around the trap door, pushes off the corner, and scrambles up the slab into the space above the ceiling. It's a small cramped space that leads off to the north.*
Brother Shatterstone
Dark Moderator of PbP
Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)
Taking a moment to catch her breath Loviana looks down upon her former prison, a small satisfied and proud smile touches her full lips as she quickly ponders her accomplishment. A short few months ago it wouldn’t have been a big deal to escape from Madame Silversilk but in her mind her pregnancy made nothing easy and even simple changes seemed worthy of praise.
As her breath returned she commented to no one in particular, except for maybe herself, “All things considered not bad job at all”
Semi expecting a rude comment from Skada Loviana quickly sent a message to Orshallan in the pretense of being able to ignore her bonded weapon, Beloved, your love is no longer a fair damsel in distress waiting for a noble and worthy knight to save her. I believe I’m above the shop but I’m not to sure… Theirs a tunnel to the north that I’m going to explore.
Taking a moment to catch her breath Loviana looks down upon her former prison, a small satisfied and proud smile touches her full lips as she quickly ponders her accomplishment. A short few months ago it wouldn’t have been a big deal to escape from Madame Silversilk but in her mind her pregnancy made nothing easy and even simple changes seemed worthy of praise.
As her breath returned she commented to no one in particular, except for maybe herself, “All things considered not bad job at all”
Semi expecting a rude comment from Skada Loviana quickly sent a message to Orshallan in the pretense of being able to ignore her bonded weapon, Beloved, your love is no longer a fair damsel in distress waiting for a noble and worthy knight to save her. I believe I’m above the shop but I’m not to sure… Theirs a tunnel to the north that I’m going to explore.
These alleys are more twisted than a plate full of noodles! Be careful love, I'll get Silversilk for you. Orshallan sends, sounding annoyed at the chase.
*Loviana continues northward through the cramped tunnel, until she comes to an unusual sight. There's a branch in the tunnel. One branch seems to go upward. The other ends in a glowing circle. Within the circle she can hear faint cries of pain, the snap of whips, the clank of chains. And also... a scream that sounds like her own voice, pleading for help. All around her she suddenly realizes that it has gone completely silent, and she cannot even hear her own breathing. It's as if she is at a crossroads, in more ways than one.*
*Loviana continues northward through the cramped tunnel, until she comes to an unusual sight. There's a branch in the tunnel. One branch seems to go upward. The other ends in a glowing circle. Within the circle she can hear faint cries of pain, the snap of whips, the clank of chains. And also... a scream that sounds like her own voice, pleading for help. All around her she suddenly realizes that it has gone completely silent, and she cannot even hear her own breathing. It's as if she is at a crossroads, in more ways than one.*
Brother Shatterstone
Dark Moderator of PbP
Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)
Loviana disliked the cramped confines of the tunnel, not only was it uncomfortable but it was a constant reminder that that while she wasn’t showing she had indeed gained weight.
She quickly muttered in disgust as she continued down the tunnel, “That’s it! I’ve got to be more watchful of how much I eat...”
With the coming of the crossroad she forgot all about her disgust, the two paths could mean many things or they could be a simple illusion to keep outsiders from exploring that path of the road.
As Loviana listened to her own screams she contemplated their meaning, Was it the road she had left, or the laborious and difficult journey that laid ahead? Did the hindered path represent the life she had lead, with few things unknown or unexpected or did the it represent the unknown nature of her future life?
After some time had passed, and much debate had raged in her mind, Loviana frowned at herself, she had no doubt that the gods and goddess had a say in her fate, that her destiny was indeed controlled by them, but that a branch in a tunnel could not represent the decisions one had to make in one’s life.
Her mind made up Loviana move towards the sounds of her own screaming with a determined look upon her face. As she drew close to the glowing circle she slowed to a stop hoping that a close examination would reveal something of importance.
Loviana disliked the cramped confines of the tunnel, not only was it uncomfortable but it was a constant reminder that that while she wasn’t showing she had indeed gained weight.
She quickly muttered in disgust as she continued down the tunnel, “That’s it! I’ve got to be more watchful of how much I eat...”
With the coming of the crossroad she forgot all about her disgust, the two paths could mean many things or they could be a simple illusion to keep outsiders from exploring that path of the road.
As Loviana listened to her own screams she contemplated their meaning, Was it the road she had left, or the laborious and difficult journey that laid ahead? Did the hindered path represent the life she had lead, with few things unknown or unexpected or did the it represent the unknown nature of her future life?
After some time had passed, and much debate had raged in her mind, Loviana frowned at herself, she had no doubt that the gods and goddess had a say in her fate, that her destiny was indeed controlled by them, but that a branch in a tunnel could not represent the decisions one had to make in one’s life.
Her mind made up Loviana move towards the sounds of her own screaming with a determined look upon her face. As she drew close to the glowing circle she slowed to a stop hoping that a close examination would reveal something of importance.
*As Loviana draws closer to the glowing circle, she realizes she could see through it, as though through a window. Below the circle is a long slope covered with razor-sharp shards of flint rock. At the base of the slope lies a long, endless plain, filled with scenes that remind Loviana strongly of Loviatar's holy texts, the ones describing the place where the Maiden of Pain's faithful go after they die.*
*It is full of racks, whips, scourges, spikes, glass, blades, and blood. Chains, leather, salt, and hot coals are all around the many poor souls incarcerated here. Many are bound to tables, or hobbled with chains or rope. The worst are perhaps the ones whose only bindings are that of fear of more pain, and stay in the circle defined by their captors as if it were a wall of iron.*
*The captors are quite horrible, people subjected to the worst kind of pain, and being utterly transformed by it. Parts of their skin is replaced by leather sewn to it, blades protrude from their flesh, eyes or mouths are sewn shut and eyelids pinned open. Each different, each a demonstration of what pain can do to a person. Yet perhaps the hardest things is the dead expression in their eyes. It's as if they have little or no soul left.*
*There are screams all around, but Loviana's eyes quickly fix on the one that sounded like her own voice. What she sees is a young girl, obviously newly come here, for her screams still occasionally call for help or deliverance, rather than death. The girl is black-haired and blue-eyed, pale of skin and beautiful of form. Her tormentor is also a woman, her gown of precious metal worked into her flesh with wire, her red locks stained with blood from the silver spikes driven into her skull. Her teeth are in a perpetual smile, the lips cut away and replaced with her own severed pinky fingers.*
*The girl is obviously parched, her lips cracked and bleeding. The red-haired torturer stands over her, offering water in one hand, from a flask with a broken glass rim, and offering a red-hot poker in the other. She is being made to choose between her two tortures, with no help in sight.*
*The girl is in the area closest to the base of the slope, and Loviana can see her clearly. She gives another scream for help, as the poker wanders dangerously close to her skin. The red-haired torturer laughs, spraying blood onto the girl's face.*
*It is full of racks, whips, scourges, spikes, glass, blades, and blood. Chains, leather, salt, and hot coals are all around the many poor souls incarcerated here. Many are bound to tables, or hobbled with chains or rope. The worst are perhaps the ones whose only bindings are that of fear of more pain, and stay in the circle defined by their captors as if it were a wall of iron.*
*The captors are quite horrible, people subjected to the worst kind of pain, and being utterly transformed by it. Parts of their skin is replaced by leather sewn to it, blades protrude from their flesh, eyes or mouths are sewn shut and eyelids pinned open. Each different, each a demonstration of what pain can do to a person. Yet perhaps the hardest things is the dead expression in their eyes. It's as if they have little or no soul left.*
*There are screams all around, but Loviana's eyes quickly fix on the one that sounded like her own voice. What she sees is a young girl, obviously newly come here, for her screams still occasionally call for help or deliverance, rather than death. The girl is black-haired and blue-eyed, pale of skin and beautiful of form. Her tormentor is also a woman, her gown of precious metal worked into her flesh with wire, her red locks stained with blood from the silver spikes driven into her skull. Her teeth are in a perpetual smile, the lips cut away and replaced with her own severed pinky fingers.*
*The girl is obviously parched, her lips cracked and bleeding. The red-haired torturer stands over her, offering water in one hand, from a flask with a broken glass rim, and offering a red-hot poker in the other. She is being made to choose between her two tortures, with no help in sight.*
*The girl is in the area closest to the base of the slope, and Loviana can see her clearly. She gives another scream for help, as the poker wanders dangerously close to her skin. The red-haired torturer laughs, spraying blood onto the girl's face.*
Brother Shatterstone
Dark Moderator of PbP
Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)
The scene before Loviana caused mixed emotions, for so long this afterlife had been her calling and yet as she struggled to escape Loviatar’s web Loviana realized that she hadn’t escaped this fate, she had only changed her position... Loviana would no longer be the tormentor but the tormented.
It wasn’t just Loviatar’s unending anger that would make this a reality as Loviana realized that the sounds of torture where no longer a joy upon her ears and sparks of pleasure for her loins but was instead dark and unwanted pain.
For Loviana it was now easy to see that her experience with Orshallan, and true love, had wrecked her connection to Loviatar beyond all repair and though she wanted nothing more than to leave the scenes of torture behind she continued to watch in morbid fascination…
The scene before Loviana caused mixed emotions, for so long this afterlife had been her calling and yet as she struggled to escape Loviatar’s web Loviana realized that she hadn’t escaped this fate, she had only changed her position... Loviana would no longer be the tormentor but the tormented.
It wasn’t just Loviatar’s unending anger that would make this a reality as Loviana realized that the sounds of torture where no longer a joy upon her ears and sparks of pleasure for her loins but was instead dark and unwanted pain.
For Loviana it was now easy to see that her experience with Orshallan, and true love, had wrecked her connection to Loviatar beyond all repair and though she wanted nothing more than to leave the scenes of torture behind she continued to watch in morbid fascination…
