What happened in Asael's lair.

[DCSL]

Kyaloria appears in a flash of light, looking slightly disoriented.
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Asael slowly empties her lungs.
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Speaking to Kyaloria, Asael says, "I am so very sorry."
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You see Lady Kyaloria the Hospitaller of the Order of Venquinor.
She appears to be a Half-Elf.
She is tall and appears to be extremely young. She has a brilliant, silver-sheened auroral glow flashing in her crystalline blue eyes and creamy, delicately rose-blushed ivory skin. She has finger-tousled, rich chestnut hair in a dramatic, asymmetrical a-line bob with soft tendrils falling forward in sharply angled layers to frame her face. She has a delicate face and a well proportioned nose. She has full, petal-pink lips which emphasize her high, refined cheekbones.
She has an inky black sigil on the nape of her neck.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a sheared silver raccoon kit stole with a fluffy graphite-striped tail, a svelte pewter crocodile skin corset over an off-shoulder lead grey silk gown, a bracelet of lustrous black pearls strung on silver wire, and some heather grey organza high-heeled shoes beaded with tiny seed pearls.
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Kyaloria casually glances around the room.
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Asael frowns.
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Asael says, "They were not a gracious crowd."
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Speaking to Asael, Kyaloria asks, "But whatever for?"
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Speaking to Kyaloria, Asael says, "You were exquisite darling, truly."
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Kyaloria flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.
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Speaking to Asael, Kyaloria says, "Thank you for saying so."
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Speaking to Kyaloria, Asael asks, "Did you spend much time preparing yourself for tonight?"
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Asael says, "It truly showed."
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Speaking to Asael, Kyaloria says, "Not as much time as I would have liked, perhaps, but yes."
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Kyaloria smiles at Asael.
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Asael quickly rushes behind Kyaloria and pierces her with a long slender needle. Kyaloria goes rigid and falls to the floor. Asael binds Kyaloria's hands behind her back.
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Asael sighs quietly.
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Speaking to Kyaloria, Asael says, "You have such an adorable nose, you know."
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Asael asks, "Do you see?"
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Kyaloria quietly says, "Yes...I see."
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Asael asks, "And your eyes?"
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[Asael's Lair]
Heaps of bones, both dry and wet, litter the ground. Piles of clothes spill from two overstuffed armoires, and sparkling mounds of jewelry glimmer from within a multitude of chests strewn about the room. An elaborate alabaster vanity commands the center of the room and has a gilded scrollwork chair set before it. A low altar of violet-swept morganite lies discarded in the corner.
Also here: Lady Kyaloria, Asael
Obvious exits: none
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Speaking to Kyaloria, Asael says, "I was always partial to blue."
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Asael smiles at Kyaloria.
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Kyaloria says, "If I may be so bold, I think they are my most beautiful feature."
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Asael murmurs, "I agree."
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Moving quietly behind Kyaloria, Asael whispers quietly into her ear. With a faint smile, she pierces Kyaloria's neck with her finger-talon. The cracked morganite in the talon begins to glow a sickly green, and the flow of energy becomes visible between Kyaloria and Asael. As the glow subsides, Kyaloria looks weak and withered. Asael, however, appears refreshed.

Asael shivers.
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Asael gazes at her reflection in the large mirror.
>Asael slowly says, "Ah."
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You see Asael.
She appears to be a Human.
She is tall, but her back is hunched by a slight curvature and appears to have one foot in the grave. She has piercing, sapphire-rimmed azure eyes and patches missing from her raw, red skin. She has sparse, brittle blonde hair poking out from underneath a gaudy blonde pearl-roped wig. Copious amounts of makeup paint the pallid features of her face in a desperate attempt to mask her decaying visage.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a pair of ornate amber-beaded aurulent chandelier earrings, a twisted gold lariat dangling a hammered alloy disc, a beige-spotted cream cat stole, a caramel silk gown with excessively crystal-beaded lace pannier skirts, a thick silver finger talon encasing a filigree-haloed ruby, and a pair of cream suede ankleboots with diminutive crystal buttons.
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You see Lady Kyaloria.
The stench of rot and decay wafts from Kyaloria's stooped form, and she appears near death. A thick, opaque film covers her eyes, and her nose is little more than exposed cartilage and decayed flesh. Her limp, pallid skin hangs lifelessly from her body. Brittle patches of yellowed hair sprout from her scabbed scalp, and a jagged wound festers on her neck.
She is wearing a sheared silver raccoon kit stole with a fluffy graphite-striped tail, a svelte pewter crocodile skin corset over an off-shoulder lead grey silk gown, a bracelet of lustrous black pearls strung on silver wire, and some heather grey organza high-heeled shoes beaded with tiny seed pearls.
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Asael flutters her eyelashes as she gazes into the mirror.
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Speaking to Kyaloria, Asael says, "You were so good to me, child. This will do for quite some time."
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Speaking cruelly to Kyaloria, Asael adds, "Time you will not have."
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Asael exclaims, "Now, I can't have you surprising anyone else!"
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Speaking carefully to Asael, Kyaloria wheezes, "What do you mean...?"
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The air around Kyaloria shimmers slightly.
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Asael shoves a balled up handkerchief into Kyaloria's mouth
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Speaking to Kyaloria, Asael says, "Shh."
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Asael ponders.
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Asael muses, "Who next?"
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Asael smiles at Auragin.
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Auragin frowns.
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[Asael's Lair]
Heaps of bones, both dry and wet, litter the ground. Piles of clothes spill from two overstuffed armoires, and sparkling mounds of jewelry glimmer from within a multitude of chests strewn about the room. An elaborate alabaster vanity commands the center of the room and has a gilded scrollwork chair set before it. A low altar of violet-swept morganite lies discarded in the corner.
Also here: Great Lady Auragin, Asael
Obvious exits: none
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You see Great Lady Auragin Darkwynde the Mystic.
She appears to be a Half-Elf.
She is average height and appears to be young. She has hazel-washed, winter grey eyes and ivory skin. She has long, midnight black hair swept up into an intricately knotted bun, adorned with a trio of perfect crimson roses. She has a delicate face and slightly pointed ears.
She has a tattooed symbol of Ronan on her neck, and a silver and onyx unicorn stud in the upper ridge of her left ear.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a silver-capped black runestaff with spiraling silver-edged swords in her right hand and a brilliant fire and ice rose in her left hand.
She is wearing a tri-chained silver necklace, a satin-lined ebon cloak, a silver faille gown sleeved in crescents of sheer ebon voile, a silvery Ronan ring, a pale blue veniom band set with a carved opal unicorn, a silver bracelet dangling small blue and lavender glass star charms, and some sparkling crystal-heeled slippers.
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Auragin paces back and forth.
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Asael asks, "Is it getting rowdy out there?"
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Auragin softly says, "So... Asael."
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Asael sighs.
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Auragin softly says, "Indeed."
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Asael says, "You must forgive my pet."
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Asael says, "Truly, he is difficult."
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Speaking softly to Asael, Auragin says, "Your pet is carving flesh out of folks."
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Asael exclaims, "What!"
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Asael blinks.
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Speaking softly to Asael, Auragin asks, "Have you nae leash?"
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Asael says, "Oh, he does an excellent job preparing pepole. It is what I have taught him to do."
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Asael smiles at Auragin.
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Asael asks, "You cannot fault him for doing what he was trained to do, can you?"
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Speaking seriously to Asael, Auragin says, "Surely you have a taste for this."
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Auragin softly says, "You chose them well, aye/."
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Auragin coughs.
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Auragin strides a few steps forward.
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Asael laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
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Asael says, "Darling, I have to admit something."
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Speaking cautiously to Asael, Auragin asks, "Mmm?"
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Auragin rubs her silvery Ronan ring.
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Speaking quietly to Auragin, Asael says, "I have been watching you."
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Speaking to Auragin, Asael says, "Your hair is so lovely."
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Asael smiles at Auragin.
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Speaking softly to Asael, Auragin says, "As does my Lord Ronan watch over me, Asael."
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Asael quickly rushes behind Auragin and pierces her with a long slender needle. Auragin goes rigid and falls to the floor. Asael binds Auragin's hands behind her back.
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Speaking quietly to Auragin, Asael says, "Shh."
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Asael says, "Don't fret. This is as honor."
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Asael asks, "Ronan appreciates sacrificial lambs, does he not?"
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Auragin softly exclaims, "Nae insult my lord!"
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Asael gasps.
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Speaking to Auragin, Asael says, "Dear one, this is done for the service of your Lord."
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Moving quietly behind Auragin, Asael whispers quietly into her ear. With a faint smile, she pierces Auragin's neck with her finger-talon. The cracked morganite in the talon begins to glow a sickly green, and the flow of energy becomes visible between Auragin and Asael. As the glow subsides, Auragin looks weak and withered. Asael, however, appears refreshed.
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You see Great Lady Auragin.
The stench of rot and decay wafts from Auragin's stooped form, and she appears near death. A thick, opaque film covers her eyes, and her nose is little more than exposed cartilage and decayed flesh. Her limp, pallid skin hangs lifelessly from her body. Brittle patches of yellowed hair sprout from her scabbed scalp, and a jagged wound festers on her neck.
She is holding a silver-capped black runestaff with spiraling silver-edged swords in her right hand and a brilliant fire and ice rose in her left hand.
She is wearing a tri-chained silver necklace, a satin-lined ebon cloak, a silver faille gown sleeved in crescents of sheer ebon voile, a silvery Ronan ring, a pale blue veniom band set with a carved opal unicorn, a silver bracelet dangling small blue and lavender glass star charms, and some sparkling crystal-heeled slippers.
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You see Asael.
She appears to be a Human.
She is tall, but her back is hunched by a slight curvature and appears to have one foot in the grave. She has piercing, sapphire-rimmed azure eyes and patches missing from her raw, red skin. She has long, flowing midnight black hair poking out from underneath a gaudy blonde pearl-roped wig. Copious amounts of makeup paint the pallid features of her face in a desperate attempt to mask her decaying visage.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a pair of ornate amber-beaded aurulent chandelier earrings, a twisted gold lariat dangling a hammered alloy disc, a beige-spotted cream cat stole, a caramel silk gown with excessively crystal-beaded lace pannier skirts, a thick silver finger talon encasing a filigree-haloed ruby, and a pair of cream suede ankleboots with diminutive crystal buttons.
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Speaking softly to Asael, Auragin wheezes, "Nae wickedness from Him, Asael, tis you and your pet from the pit of Luukos..."
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Asael quietly says, "Shh."
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Asael gazes at her reflection in the large mirror.
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Asael asks, "Oh, that looks so much better don't you think?"
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Asael says, "Your hair color is quite amazing. I have noticed it for days."
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Asael warmly says, "Thank you, darling."
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Speaking softly to Asael, Auragin wheezes, "You shall nae have us all."
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Asael shoves Auragin's limp body behind one of the armoires.
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The voice of Auragin angrily wheezes, "Witch of Death, they shall slay you and rip my hair from your head."
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Asael quietly says, "Now, don't spoil the fun for others."
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Asael says, "Shh."
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Asael says, "You should feel honored that I chose you."
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The voice of Auragin angrily wheezes, "Honored to rebuild your flesh?"
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Riend appears in a flash of light, looking slightly disoriented.
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The voice of Auragin softly wheezes, "Ohhh."
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Asael blinks.
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Asael says, "Oh my."
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The voice of Auragin softly wheezes, "Riend."
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The voice of Auragin softly wheezes, "Run."
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You see Lady Riend Ar'Fiernel the Defender of Wehnimer's Landing.
She appears to be a Sylvankind.
She is taller than average and appears to be in the bloom of youth. She has oblique dark hunter green eyes and patchy ashen-hued skin. She has long, fine obsidian hair neatly collected within a twisted rose silk cord snood. She has an oval face, a petite nose and a slight roundness to her high cheekbones, which culminate into a gently pointed chin.
She has a series of small white jade hoops set along the slender tips of her pointed ears.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a small shadowy black crystal sphere in her right hand.
She is wearing a pair of long branching glass earrings abloom with petite blood-hued diamond briolettes, a gold filigree choker fashioned into cascading tiers, a snow white ermine stole with a slender chocolate brown-tipped tail, a low-backed cardinal faille dress with trailing half-buttoned sleeves, a rose gold promise ring encircled by pale vaalin, and some sleek pointy-toed slippers.
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Riend quietly asks, "Auragin?"
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Riend looks around with concern.
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Riend frowns at Asael.
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Asael sighs.
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The voice of Auragin softly wheezes, "She will take you, Riend."
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Asael quickly rushes behind Riend and pierces her with a long slender needle. Riend goes rigid and falls to the floor. Asael binds Riend's hands behind her back.
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Speaking quietly to Asael, Riend asks, "What have you done with her?"
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Speaking to Riend, Asael says, "That was abrupt."
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Speaking sincerely to Riend, Asael says, "I do apologize, but the Ronanite is noisy."
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Riend quietly asks, "What... why are you doing this?"
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Asael says, "I thought someone of her kind would be a bit more gracious in allowing us a chance to speak."
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Asael shakes her head, clucking her tongue.
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Asael says, "The Light is rude after all."
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Asael giggles to herself.
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Speaking to Riend, Asael asks, "You do have the most adorable nose. Have I told you this already?"
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Asael gazes at her reflection in the large mirror.
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Speaking to Riend, Asael says, "I cannot keep mine on, it seems."
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Asael frowns.
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Riend quietly asks, "I... I know the feeling?"
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The voice of Auragin worriedly wheezes, "Nae her nose..."
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Speaking to Riend, Asael says, "I had hoped to talk with you more so you might understand, but the woman behind the armoire is awful fussy."
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Speaking wryly to Asael, Riend says, "Clearly it is she who is in the wrong here."
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Asael says, "I wished for you to understand what a difficult path I have chosen to attain this perfection."
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Speaking to Riend, Asael asks, "You do, don't you?"
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Asael says, "I hope you do."
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Asael forces Riend to stare into the mirror.
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Asael says, "This is difficult, you see."
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Asael sighs.
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Asael gazes at her reflection in the large mirror.
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Asael shakes her head.
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Riend quietly says, "I hear that beauty has its dangers."
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Moving quietly behind Riend, Asael whispers quietly into her ear. With a faint smile, she pierces Riend's neck with her finger-talon. The cracked morganite in the talon begins to glow a sickly green, and the flow of energy becomes visible between Riend and Asael. As the glow subsides, Riend looks weak and withered. Asael, however, appears refreshed.
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Asael amusedly says, "Mm."
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You see Lady Riend.
The stench of rot and decay wafts from Riend's stooped form, and she appears near death. A thick, opaque film covers her eyes, and her nose is little more than exposed cartilage and decayed flesh. Her limp, pallid skin hangs lifelessly from her body. Brittle patches of yellowed hair sprout from her scabbed scalp, and a jagged wound festers on her neck.
She is holding a small shadowy black crystal sphere in her right hand.
She is wearing a pair of long branching glass earrings abloom with petite blood-hued diamond briolettes, a gold filigree choker fashioned into cascading tiers, a snow white ermine stole with a slender chocolate brown-tipped tail, a low-backed cardinal faille dress with trailing half-buttoned sleeves, a rose gold promise ring encircled by pale vaalin, and some sleek pointy-toed slippers.
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You see Asael.
She appears to be a Human.
She is tall, but her back is hunched by a slight curvature and appears to have one foot in the grave. She has piercing, sapphire-rimmed azure eyes and patches missing from her raw, red skin. She has long, flowing midnight black hair that cascades down her back in a riot of waves. She has a petite nose. Copious amounts of makeup paint the pallid features of her face in a desperate attempt to mask her decaying visage.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a pair of ornate amber-beaded aurulent chandelier earrings, a twisted gold lariat dangling a hammered alloy disc, a beige-spotted cream cat stole, a caramel silk gown with excessively crystal-beaded lace pannier skirts, a thick silver finger talon encasing a filigree-haloed ruby, and a pair of cream suede ankleboots with diminutive crystal buttons.
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Asael says, "Your skin was awful darling, but your nose was just right."
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Asael gazes at her reflection in the large mirror.
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Asael presses a finger against her nose.
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Riend quietly wheezes, "You have made quite the mistake, Asael."
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[DCSL]

Asael raises an eyebrow.
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Asael makes a flicking motion with her hand.
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Asael gazes at her reflection in the large mirror.
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Riend quietly wheezes, "Attempting to steal beauty from the sick, not a very wise decision."
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Speaking to Riend, Asael says, "I am quite done with you, darling. Your nose wasn't sick."
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Asael shoves Riend's limp body behind one of the armoires.
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Asael says, "Now, do be a good, quiet girl."
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Asael says, "The Ronanite is making enough fuss for both of you."
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The voice of Riend wryly wheezes, "If only you had stolen my lips instead, no?"
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The voice of Auragin softly wheezes, "You have seen better days, friend Riend."
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Kakoon appears in a flash of light, looking slightly disoriented.
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Asael sharply says, "Shh."
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Kakoon raises an eyebrow.
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Asael smiles at Kakoon.
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Asael says, "Oh, there you are."
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Kakoon nods to Asael in greeting.
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You see High Legionnaire Kakoon Arakhor the Liberator.
He appears to be a Vaalor Elf.
He is very tall and appears to be youthful. He has piercing blue-grey eyes and flawless dark bronze skin. He has long, thick auburn hair tied into a loose ponytail with a thin crimson leather cord. He has a gaunt face, a small nose and long pointed ears. He has a clean-shaven face that compliments the manicured lines of his grey-dappled, burnished red goatee.
He has a red and gold Legionnaire's tattoo on his wrist.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a recurved elven hunting bow slung over his shoulder, a black leather shoulder quiver bound in vaalorn slung over his other shoulder, some brigandine armor, a wide-brimmed black silk hat, a crimson satin cape fastened by an egg-sized ruby, a crimson-veined burnished gold armband pinned with four braided knots, a gold-edged crimson silk sash, a stiff-collared pristine white linen shirt, a red gold wedding band, a sweat-browned town militia frog with an ornate officer's sabre hanging from it, some pleated black wool pants, and some polished black leather boots with vaalorn toes.
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Asael curtsies to Kakoon.
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Asael gazes at her reflection in the large mirror.
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Speaking to Asael, Kakoon says, "Good evening."
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Asael asks, "How are things out there?"
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Speaking to Asael, Kakoon says, "Quite the show you're putting on."
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Speaking to Asael, Kakoon asks, "Bloody?"
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Kakoon chuckles.
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Asael says, "Rakot means well."
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Asael frowns.
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Asael says, "No."
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Asael asks, "Bloody?"
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Asael sighs quietly.
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Kakoon holds up his hand and tilts it side to side in a so-so gesture.
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Asael says, "I worked so very hard to create a lovely space."
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Kakoon says, "It's a little gory for my taste."
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Speaking to Kakoon, Asael says, "Your wife is a truly beautiful creature."
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Asael smiles at Kakoon.
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Speaking to Asael, Kakoon says, "Thank you, i try and tell her every day."
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Speaking to Kakoon, Asael asks, "Though, I have to admit, I am partial to the hue of your skin. Are you out in the elements often?"
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Speaking to Asael, Kakoon says, "Every day drilling soldiers and burning warcamps."
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Speaking to Kakoon, Asael says, "You seem like a strong man, but your skin is quite flawless."
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Asael asks, "How do you keep it in such repair?"
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Speaking to Asael, Kakoon says, "To be honest ma'am i don't really know, runs in the family i guess."
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Kakoon idly scratches himself on the neck.
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Asael haltingly says, "Hm."
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Asael quickly rushes behind Kakoon and pierces him with a long slender needle. Kakoon goes rigid and falls to the floor. Asael binds Kakoon's hands behind him back.
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Speaking to Kakoon, Asael says, "You'll forgive me, won't you? I must know your family secrets."
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The voice of Riend quietly wheezes, "Curse you, Asael!"
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Moving quietly behind Kakoon, Asael whispers quietly into his ear. With a faint smile, she pierces Kakoon's neck with her finger-talon. The cracked morganite in the talon begins to glow a sickly green, and the flow of energy becomes visible between Kakoon and Asael. As the glow subsides, Kakoon looks weak and withered. Asael, however, appears refreshed.
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Asael leans forward.
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Asael gazes at her reflection in the large mirror.
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Asael slowly empties her lungs.
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Asael says, "Oh, *much* better."
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Speaking to Asael, Kakoon wheezes, "Beautiful."
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Asael nods at Kakoon.
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You see Asael.
She appears to be a Human.
She is tall, but her back is hunched by a slight curvature and appears to have one foot in the grave. She has piercing, sapphire-rimmed azure eyes and flawless dark bronze skin. She has long, flowing midnight black hair that cascades down her back in a riot of waves. She has a petite nose. Her entire body seems to glow with an unnatural energy.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a pair of ornate amber-beaded aurulent chandelier earrings, a twisted gold lariat dangling a hammered alloy disc, a beige-spotted cream cat stole, a caramel silk gown with excessively crystal-beaded lace pannier skirts, a thick silver finger talon encasing a filigree-haloed ruby, and a pair of cream suede ankleboots with diminutive crystal buttons.
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Asael says, "I do think so."
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Speaking to Kakoon, Asael says, "You're a very stalwart young man. Good for you."
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Speaking to Asael, Kakoon wheezes, "May i ask something of you?"
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You see High Legionnaire Kakoon.
The stench of rot and decay wafts from Kakoon's stooped form, and he appears near death. A thick, opaque film covers his eyes, and his nose is little more than exposed cartilage and decayed flesh. His limp, pallid skin hangs lifelessly from his body. Brittle patches of yellowed hair sprout from his scabbed scalp, and a jagged wound festers on his neck.
He is wearing a recurved elven hunting bow slung over his shoulder, a black leather shoulder quiver bound in vaalorn slung over his other shoulder, some brigandine armor, a wide-brimmed black silk hat, a crimson satin cape fastened by an egg-sized ruby, a crimson-veined burnished gold armband pinned with four braided knots, a gold-edged crimson silk sash, a stiff-collared pristine white linen shirt, a red gold wedding band, a sweat-browned town militia frog with an ornate officer's sabre hanging from it, some pleated black wool pants, and some polished black leather boots with vaalorn toes.
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Asael says, "Oh, of course, darling. It is the least I can do."
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Speaking to Asael, Kakoon wheezes, "Leave my wife be, i would be heart broken if something happened to her, even if it means taking more from me."
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Asael smiles at Kakoon.
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Asael says, "I promise, darling. I will not harm her."
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Asael says, "I only need my youth. I have another in mind."
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Speaking to Asael, Kakoon wheezes, "Thank you ma'am."
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Asael says, "Be good and quiet behind the armoire for me? You would not want to spoil the surprise."
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Kakoon wheezes, "I'll not say a word."
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Asael shoves Kakoon's limp body behind one of the armoires.
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The voice of Auragin softly wheezes, "Owch."
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Asael exasperatedly says, "You are supposed to be love and light, woman. Do be quiet."
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The voice of Auragin softly wheezes, "I shall."
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Asael nods.
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Vender appears in a flash of light, looking slightly disoriented.
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Asael slowly empties her lungs.
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Asael smiles at Vender.
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Asael warmly says, "Darling."
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Vender gasps.
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Speaking to Vender, Asael says, "Shh, shh. I just wanted to talk."
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Asael asks, "We can talk, yes?"
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Vender nods.
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Speaking to Vender, Asael says, "You have been so gracious to me, I thought to extend the same courtesy."
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Vender says, "I'm capable."
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Asael smirks.
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Asael begins to breathe less deeply.
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Asael says, "I do hope you detected the sarcasm."
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Vender says, "As I hope you mine."
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Asael raises her voice in merry laughter.
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Asael quickly rushes behind Vender and pierces him with a long slender needle. Vender goes rigid and falls to the floor. Asael binds Vender's hands behind him back.
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Speaking to Vender, Asael says, "I am going to enjoy this."
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Speaking to Vender, Asael says, "Taking one's age is the most painful."
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Asael kisses Vender on the cheek.
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Vender says, "Coward."
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Vender smiles softly, obviously thinking fondly of something.
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Speaking to Vender, Asael says, "Vitality runs quite strong in the little people."
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Moving quietly behind Vender, Asael whispers quietly into his ear. With a faint smile, she pierces Vender's neck with her finger-talon. The cracked morganite in the talon begins to glow a sickly green, and the flow of energy becomes visible between Vender and Asael. As the glow subsides, Vender looks weak and withered. Asael, however, appears refreshed.
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Vender smiles softly, obviously thinking fondly of something.
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Vender wheezes, "A elf woudl had been far more suitable. You can't even shop smart."
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Asael closes her eyes for a moment.
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You hear unintelligible jabbering coming from Vender's black hat. It stops as quickly as it began.
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Vender makes a faint wheezing sound.
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Asael says, "You and your friends are so troublesome."
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Vender wheezes, "And yer apprentice, what is her role in this?"
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Asael laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
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Asael asks, "Soshanne?"
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Asael says, "She knows what I do."
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Vender wheezes, "Her."
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Asael says, "She does not like it, but she knows."
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Vender wheezes, "So she is yer pet?"
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Asael says, "Of sorts."
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Asael gazes at her reflection in the large mirror.
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Asael passes a hand over her flawless dark bronze face.
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You see Asael.
She appears to be a Human.
She is tall and appears to be of a tender age. She has piercing, sapphire-rimmed azure eyes and flawless dark bronze skin. She has long, flowing midnight black hair that cascades down her back in a riot of waves. She has a petite nose. Her entire body seems to glow with an unnatural energy.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a pair of ornate amber-beaded aurulent chandelier earrings, a twisted gold lariat dangling a hammered alloy disc, a beige-spotted cream cat stole, a caramel silk gown with excessively crystal-beaded lace pannier skirts, a thick silver finger talon encasing a filigree-haloed ruby, and a pair of cream suede ankleboots with diminutive crystal buttons.
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Asael drags her bound victims from behind the armoires.
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Vender wheezes, "So why hide in a swamp?"
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Speaking to Vender, Kakoon wheezes, "Nice of you to join."
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Asael removes the gag from Kyaloria's mouth.
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Speaking softly to Vender, Auragin wheezes, "She is... us."
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Asael rubs Kyaloria.
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Riend quietly wheezes, "At least now she is."
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Vender makes a faint wheezing sound.
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Auragin softly wheezes, "I was nae the most talkative, aye?"
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Soshanne rushes into the lair.
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Soshanne gasps.
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Soshanne exclaims, "No!"
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Speaking to Asael, Soshanne exclaims, "I told you not them!"
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You see Soshanne.
She appears to be a Human.
She is tall, but bent with fear and appears to be very young. She has a touch of mottled purple at the corner of both her alpine blue eyes and pallid skin. She has long, matted mouse brown hair woven into a simple braid. She has a chunks of hair missing from her bruised head. Her body still shows signs of abuse, but the bruises have begun to fade from time's grace.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a delicate blush rose magnolia tucked behind one ear, a silver-caged morganite pendant, a rich ebon velvet manteau devored to display matte crimson chiffon, a full-skirted gown of muted rose plaid taffeta trimmed with black velvet, and a pair of smoked glass slippers.
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Soshanne jumps on Asael's back and rips the wig off the decaying woman s head. The waifish girl tries to drag Asael down, but the older woman twists and throws Soshanne onto the floor.
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Asael blinks at Soshanne.
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Asael exclaims, "Oh, what a horrible thing to do!"
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Asael says, "You knew what I needed."
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Vender smiles softly, obviously thinking fondly of something.
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Soshanne scrubs her hand over her long mouse brown hair in frustration.
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Vender wheezes, "Yer better then her Soshanne, she knocks you down cause she knows yer stronger."
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Soshanne exclaims, "They were different!"
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Asael scowls at Soshanne.
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Asael says, "You brat, shut your mouth."
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Asael says, "I have done *so* much for you."
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Soshanne glares at Asael.
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Vender's marionette tattoo seems to survey the area for a time before rolling its eyes.
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Vender's barn owl tattoo glances around in ennui as it shuffles around in place.
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Asael pulls a jeweled dagger from within the folds of her gown. She walks toward Soshanne, dragging the tip of the dagger against the top of the vanity and making a *scrrrrrrtch* sound.
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Soshanne blinks at Asael.
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Soshanne quickly exclaims, "You have!"
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You hear unintelligible jabbering coming from Vender's black hat. It stops as quickly as it began.
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Speaking to Soshanne, Asael says, "I cannot stand for your insolence any longer. I heard you warning them."
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Soshanne cringes.
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Asael drives the dagger into Soshanne's stomach, then cackles gleefully.
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Soshanne breathes very slowly and looks much calmer.
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You see Soshanne.
She appears to be a Human.
She is tall, but bent with fear and appears to be very young. She has a touch of mottled purple at the corner of both her alpine blue eyes and pallid skin. She has long, matted mouse brown hair woven into a simple braid. She has a chunks of hair missing from her bruised head. Her body still shows signs of abuse, but the bruises have begun to fade from time's grace.
She has deep gashes and serious bleeding from her abdominal area.
She is bleeding badly from the abdomen.
She is wearing a delicate blush rose magnolia tucked behind one ear, a silver-caged morganite pendant, a rich ebon velvet manteau devored to display matte crimson chiffon, a full-skirted gown of muted rose plaid taffeta trimmed with black velvet, and a pair of smoked glass slippers.
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Auragin makes a faint wheezing sound.
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Soshanne pulls the dagger from her stomach and lets the weapon fall away, then glances down at her blood-bright hands.
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Speaking to Asael, Vender wheezes, "You swamp hag!"
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Asael laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
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Asael says, "I will let you to your friends."
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Asael makes a flicking motion with her hand.
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You see Asael.
She appears to be a Human.
She is tall and appears to be of a tender age. She has piercing, sapphire-rimmed azure eyes and flawless dark bronze skin. She has long, flowing midnight black hair that cascades down her back in a riot of waves. She has a petite nose. Her entire body seems to glow with an unnatural energy.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a pair of ornate amber-beaded aurulent chandelier earrings, a twisted gold lariat dangling a hammered alloy disc, a beige-spotted cream cat stole, a caramel silk gown with excessively crystal-beaded lace pannier skirts, a thick silver finger talon encasing a filigree-haloed ruby, and a pair of cream suede ankleboots with diminutive crystal buttons.
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Speaking to Soshanne, Asael says, "I am finished with you."
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Speaking quietly to Soshanne, Kyaloria wheezes, "Poor girl."
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Asael melts into the walls.
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The air around Kyaloria shimmers slightly.
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Riend quietly wheezes, "Oh..."
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Soshanne whimpers.
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Soshanne sits down.
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Speaking quietly to Kyaloria, Soshanne says, "I am s-so sorry."
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Speaking to Soshanne, Vender wheezes, "Yer not bound, rip yer gown and try and stop the bleeding."
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Soshanne bites her lip.
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Soshanne says, "It's t-too deep."
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Soshanne moves to a kneeling position.
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Soshanne crawls up to Vender.
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Speaking to Soshanne, Kyaloria wheezes, "I fear there is little that can be done for us now, so please, please don't make things worse for yourself."
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Soshanne begins to undo the binds on the small halfling.
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Vender tightens his grip on his fireleaf runestaff.
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Vender kneels down.
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Riend quietly wheezes, "There must be something we can do."
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* Soshanne drops dead at your feet!

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* Soshanne was just reunited with her ancestors!
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Auragin softly wheezes, "Oh nae."
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The spirit of Soshanne sighs softly, raising the hairs on the back of your neck.
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Vender gasps.
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Lady Merjinia just arrived.
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Vender intones a mystical orison, petitioning for the aid of his patron.
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Vender gestures at Soshanne.
A luminescent web briefly forms around Soshanne, then fades into the body.

And then everyone rushed in.

[petroglyph]

Thanks for sharing! Interesting choice of starting point.

[Lord Orbstar]

that is hideous. Did you track her down and kill her after you were freed?

[DCSL]

Thanks for sharing! Interesting choice of starting point.

Kyaloria was the first victim to be drained, so I started there. Plus, I don't have logs running all the time and it didn't occur to me to start one until later.

[petroglyph]

Kyaloria was the first victim to be drained, so I started there. Plus, I don't have logs running all the time and it didn't occur to me to start one until later.

Sorry, it wasn't meant as criticism!

[DCSL]

Heh, no, just explaining. There was stuff before that but the way some people are having a hard time with the difference between OOC and IC lately, I thought it wise to leave that a mystery to be disclosed IC.

[petroglyph]

Yeah, understood.