No fury like a woman scorned.
I had
wickedthought bowing at my feet last night in apology.
His character Alban had gotten into a scheme with Arisaph, which involved breaking my poor naïve ork-loving character's heart. I've been watching this train coming for awhile and made John prove Alban could do more than be annoying… the ork thing kept getting in the way ;-).
A couple months ago, we had a lovely wedding scene where the death throes began. Than another night, my character's love for this dastardly rake was confirmed when Alban made a public declaration of love.
And now… last night....
Alban was injured badly. He asked me to take him to the
Temple of Talia, where we did something, which if found out, would cost me my title and lands. And in the terrible moment, he used a Blessing which made it impossible for me to spend style without his permission for an entire season. But if he told me, I could turn style into dice, one per one…. I was his weapon… for a breath.
He "allowed" me to leave when Arisaph came, so that the secret would not get out, and then he calls me back. Arisaph is nowhere to be seen.
He asks for the wine, and I bring it, and he gives some to me.
Then he has me bring a box to him… a gift for the woman he loves.
It is a flower used to make a poison which is a really powerful sounding narcotic.
Then he tells me it is for the woman he loves.
He describes her virtues.
Then he pauses.
"You have got this for me?"
"no."
and the poison I have been drinking takes effect. One which paralyzes.
He puts his rake ring into the fire. Gets it hot. Tells me how foolish and stupid I was.
And scars me with the mark of his ring, on my cheek.
Then he takes my ork heartsheath blade and shatters it.
Tells me to run back to my ork.
Then arisaph comes out from the secret panel he was hidden in. Alban asks if he is satisfied. He says he is.
Before Arisaph leaves the room, he whispers that I trusted the wrong ven.
Alban has my still paralyzed body taken and left in the woods.
I have no lands.
My heart has been broken.
My Ork Heart-Sheath Blade, which was achieved at the loss of the ork I once loved (though not carnally) has been destroyed.
Not stolen,
Destroyed.
I am no longer worthy to be called Thrunin.
And I cannot spend style until the season is up. Since we're no longer playing Living Shanri, this season may last a good long while.
I have seen the dragon, folks. And I know what I must do.
Vriyana is dead. All that she once was is gone. I am Celise Sinjin. And I am devoted to Talia.
wickedthought bowing at my feet last night in apology.
His character Alban had gotten into a scheme with Arisaph, which involved breaking my poor naïve ork-loving character's heart. I've been watching this train coming for awhile and made John prove Alban could do more than be annoying… the ork thing kept getting in the way ;-).
A couple months ago, we had a lovely wedding scene where the death throes began. Than another night, my character's love for this dastardly rake was confirmed when Alban made a public declaration of love.
And now… last night....
Alban was injured badly. He asked me to take him to the
Temple of Talia, where we did something, which if found out, would cost me my title and lands. And in the terrible moment, he used a Blessing which made it impossible for me to spend style without his permission for an entire season. But if he told me, I could turn style into dice, one per one…. I was his weapon… for a breath.
He "allowed" me to leave when Arisaph came, so that the secret would not get out, and then he calls me back. Arisaph is nowhere to be seen.
He asks for the wine, and I bring it, and he gives some to me.
Then he has me bring a box to him… a gift for the woman he loves.
It is a flower used to make a poison which is a really powerful sounding narcotic.
Then he tells me it is for the woman he loves.
He describes her virtues.
Then he pauses.
"You have got this for me?"
"no."
and the poison I have been drinking takes effect. One which paralyzes.
He puts his rake ring into the fire. Gets it hot. Tells me how foolish and stupid I was.
And scars me with the mark of his ring, on my cheek.
Then he takes my ork heartsheath blade and shatters it.
Tells me to run back to my ork.
Then arisaph comes out from the secret panel he was hidden in. Alban asks if he is satisfied. He says he is.
Before Arisaph leaves the room, he whispers that I trusted the wrong ven.
Alban has my still paralyzed body taken and left in the woods.
I have no lands.
My heart has been broken.
My Ork Heart-Sheath Blade, which was achieved at the loss of the ork I once loved (though not carnally) has been destroyed.
Not stolen,
Destroyed.
I am no longer worthy to be called Thrunin.
And I cannot spend style until the season is up. Since we're no longer playing Living Shanri, this season may last a good long while.
I have seen the dragon, folks. And I know what I must do.
Vriyana is dead. All that she once was is gone. I am Celise Sinjin. And I am devoted to Talia.