"I'm not letting you out of my sight" Orshallan says softly, and brings her in for a crushing hug. She senses suddenly the fear he has been feeling for her nearly overwhelm him for a moment.
[Vile] Maiden of Pain's Redemption
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Brother Shatterstone
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Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)
Loviana turns a little bit trying to make a little bit breathing room before coming back to Orshallan with a teasing smile, “Be careful beloved, you don’t want to hurt the baby do you?”
Being held was the reminder as to why she had changed her life Loviana, she had never been loved like this, and all she wanted at this very point was for it to continue and she quickly reached up and kissed him for all her worth.
Loviana turns a little bit trying to make a little bit breathing room before coming back to Orshallan with a teasing smile, “Be careful beloved, you don’t want to hurt the baby do you?”
Being held was the reminder as to why she had changed her life Loviana, she had never been loved like this, and all she wanted at this very point was for it to continue and she quickly reached up and kissed him for all her worth.
*Orshallan loses himself in Loviana's kiss for a moment, then releases her gently.*
"Come, my love. Let's discover the precise nature of the shadow that stalks us, and which mask it wears," he murmurs softly. Following the arcanist and half the remaining guards through the beautiful city of Albon, it's as if a shadow has passed above it, chilling the sunlight on the skin. A place of freedom has become a potential deathtrap.
*The closest guard hall is small, but sturdily built from stone. The arcanist and another guard take Silversilk's body into the back room with no window to reveal its secrets to prying eyes. Loviana watches as they unwind the shroud and remove the clothes, revealing Silversilk's naked form. She was thin and ethereal, as elves tend to be, but she had a curious scar on her hip. It was blackened, in the form of twisted black antlers, and obviously a very old scar. Loviana recognizes it, and the sharp intake of breath from the others shows they do too. It's the symbol of Beshaba, the goddess of bad luck. It seems that someone cursed Silversilk in her youth.*
*On her chest, between her breasts, is a much newer scar. The delicate striations and almost artistic placement of the lines reveals to Loviana to be the work of a Painmistress with a fine hand with a scourge. At her side, Skada flares up in recognition, inciting a wave of pleasure and bloodlust at the sight of such fine work. Apparently someone had marked Silversilk as their own. She must have had a debt to pay to the church of Loviatar.*
"Come, my love. Let's discover the precise nature of the shadow that stalks us, and which mask it wears," he murmurs softly. Following the arcanist and half the remaining guards through the beautiful city of Albon, it's as if a shadow has passed above it, chilling the sunlight on the skin. A place of freedom has become a potential deathtrap.
*The closest guard hall is small, but sturdily built from stone. The arcanist and another guard take Silversilk's body into the back room with no window to reveal its secrets to prying eyes. Loviana watches as they unwind the shroud and remove the clothes, revealing Silversilk's naked form. She was thin and ethereal, as elves tend to be, but she had a curious scar on her hip. It was blackened, in the form of twisted black antlers, and obviously a very old scar. Loviana recognizes it, and the sharp intake of breath from the others shows they do too. It's the symbol of Beshaba, the goddess of bad luck. It seems that someone cursed Silversilk in her youth.*
*On her chest, between her breasts, is a much newer scar. The delicate striations and almost artistic placement of the lines reveals to Loviana to be the work of a Painmistress with a fine hand with a scourge. At her side, Skada flares up in recognition, inciting a wave of pleasure and bloodlust at the sight of such fine work. Apparently someone had marked Silversilk as their own. She must have had a debt to pay to the church of Loviatar.*
Brother Shatterstone
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Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)
Though her flawless porcelain had been to valuable to mar Loviana had seen many markings and hoped that a closer examination would give her the insight to know exactly who had own Silversilk.
After gaining permission from the arcanist, or whom ever had taken charge, Loviana moved closer to the body but only gave the scar an obviously curious glance as she worked her way from Silversilk’s toes to her head making sure their was no other signs of violence or ownership.
Loviana in the two fisted hope of being both thorough and also in the hopes of using Silversilk as a distracting to the men in the room spared no inch of her body untouched while she secretly inspected the mark upon Silversilk’s’ chest.
Though her flawless porcelain had been to valuable to mar Loviana had seen many markings and hoped that a closer examination would give her the insight to know exactly who had own Silversilk.
After gaining permission from the arcanist, or whom ever had taken charge, Loviana moved closer to the body but only gave the scar an obviously curious glance as she worked her way from Silversilk’s toes to her head making sure their was no other signs of violence or ownership.
Loviana in the two fisted hope of being both thorough and also in the hopes of using Silversilk as a distracting to the men in the room spared no inch of her body untouched while she secretly inspected the mark upon Silversilk’s’ chest.
*Loviana spares nothing in her search, and uncovers a valuable clue. Silversilk's intimate parts have been pierced and held together by rings, rings made of a peculiar black metal in the shape of a serpant's tooth. She remembers one of the Painmistresses telling her about Lady Nightfang, a flamboyant noble who took that assumed name to delve into the mysteries of Loviatar. This particular mutilation with those particular rings were a way she guarenteed loyalty in some of her agents. Few other than those in Loviatar's church would recognize the significance of it.*
Brother Shatterstone
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Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)
As a slight reddish tint takes to Loviana’s pale face as she pulls away from the valuable clue, hoping to add to her false embarrassment Loviana quickly replies dismissively, “Well I guess its safe to assume she was celibate.”
She quickly steps aside allowing anyone in the room to view to view the unique form of loyalty.
As a slight reddish tint takes to Loviana’s pale face as she pulls away from the valuable clue, hoping to add to her false embarrassment Loviana quickly replies dismissively, “Well I guess its safe to assume she was celibate.”
She quickly steps aside allowing anyone in the room to view to view the unique form of loyalty.
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OOC - Wira is in the care of one of the healers for now, as Orshallan didn't want her to see the body just yet.
*Orshallan and the arcanist examine what Loviana pointed out, and have expressions of astonishment and disgust on their faces.*
"Heaven preserve! Was that done to her, or did she do it to herself?" Orshallan asks, struggling to keep his tone level.
*Orshallan and the arcanist examine what Loviana pointed out, and have expressions of astonishment and disgust on their faces.*
"Heaven preserve! Was that done to her, or did she do it to herself?" Orshallan asks, struggling to keep his tone level.
Brother Shatterstone
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Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)
Squeezing Orshallan’s side to reassure him Loviana tries to answer his question as delicately as possible, “Well it’s nearly impossible to hold someone perfectly still and trust me when I say that’s soft and tender skin… If it had been done to her you would see scar tissue around it.”
Looking at the revulsion in the faces of the males Loviana sighs and moves back to Silversilk and her intimate parts, “I’ll look… Could you get my some sort of instruments and something to cleans the body with?”
Squeezing Orshallan’s side to reassure him Loviana tries to answer his question as delicately as possible, “Well it’s nearly impossible to hold someone perfectly still and trust me when I say that’s soft and tender skin… If it had been done to her you would see scar tissue around it.”
Looking at the revulsion in the faces of the males Loviana sighs and moves back to Silversilk and her intimate parts, “I’ll look… Could you get my some sort of instruments and something to cleans the body with?”
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*Actually, upon closer examination, the signs of old scars are evident around the rings. This may have been done to her many years ago. The arcanist brings Loviana several tools from a cupboard, and has another guard bring in a bucket of water and sponges.*
"Do you know who did this to her? Anything you can tell us would be valuable," the arcanist asks quietly.
"Do you know who did this to her? Anything you can tell us would be valuable," the arcanist asks quietly.
Brother Shatterstone
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Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)
Taking advantage of the placement of herself and Silversilk’s legs Loviana leans in slightly more and whispers softly so that only Orshallan can hear her via their rings, “How much inclination do you have in helping them?”
Knowing that Orshallan could use a distraction so that his reply would go unnoticed Loviana leans back out grabbing one of the instruments and pokes the scar tissue lightly as she points it out to the others, “Their is scar tissue but it’s considerably old, I can’t imagine her not having a chance to remove the piercing rings so it might just be normal wear and tear…”
Taking advantage of the placement of herself and Silversilk’s legs Loviana leans in slightly more and whispers softly so that only Orshallan can hear her via their rings, “How much inclination do you have in helping them?”
Knowing that Orshallan could use a distraction so that his reply would go unnoticed Loviana leans back out grabbing one of the instruments and pokes the scar tissue lightly as she points it out to the others, “Their is scar tissue but it’s considerably old, I can’t imagine her not having a chance to remove the piercing rings so it might just be normal wear and tear…”
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