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<blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 1904960" data-attributes="member: 4441">*As Loviana crosses the gate, Orshallan's presence disppears from her mind.&nbsp; She skids just a little, but her trained and practiced grace allow her to slowly make her way down the slope.&nbsp; The shards poke at her boots, but haven't penetrated yet.&nbsp; But it's clear that any prolonged walking on this surface would shread any footwear.**Cautiously she makes her way down the slope until she is hidden behind a craig just a short distance from the raven-haired girl.&nbsp; A rope attached to her neck is nailed into the ground, much as one would do to a horse.&nbsp; Her red-haired torturer has paused for a moment, placing the poker back in a bed of coals, and lingering over her choice of instruments for her next &quot;game.&quot;&nbsp; The girl knees in the dust, her hair shielding her face from view, blood dripping into the cracked earth at her feet.*</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Isida Kep'Tukari, post: 1904960, member: 4441"] *As Loviana crosses the gate, Orshallan's presence disppears from her mind. She skids just a little, but her trained and practiced grace allow her to slowly make her way down the slope. The shards poke at her boots, but haven't penetrated yet. But it's clear that any prolonged walking on this surface would shread any footwear.* *Cautiously she makes her way down the slope until she is hidden behind a craig just a short distance from the raven-haired girl. A rope attached to her neck is nailed into the ground, much as one would do to a horse. Her red-haired torturer has paused for a moment, placing the poker back in a bed of coals, and lingering over her choice of instruments for her next "game." The girl knees in the dust, her hair shielding her face from view, blood dripping into the cracked earth at her feet.* [/QUOTE]

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