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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 1901970" data-attributes="member: 4441">*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.*</blockquote>

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