This... This whole 'living sacrifice' thing is not quite what I was expecting when I said I'd learn the ways of Nergal.
...But it was fun, tearing out that elf's heart with my hand. This little heart isn't really my style though, so I'll just keep it in a little bag inside my tunic.
Cernya is somewhat unnerved by the strangeness of the ritual, but after it's over she's glad she did it. This 'Nergal' is certainly an odd deity, but he (he? Probably a he. Have to ask about that later) rewards loyal service well, it seems.
New item in hand, she continues kicking in doors and looting the city.
Ooh, maybe attach it to the pommel of my sword! See if it's alright to encase it in metal, put a little chain on...
She has a lot of fun. It's been quite a while since she could just kick in doors without fearing the city guard.
The morning after Azelea fell, Arastine suddenly wakes up Micci very rudely. Specifically, by grabbing her by the throat, lifting her off her feet, and slamming her into a wall.
Arastine's obvious cold anger terrifies Micci, and Arastine decides to not beat her this morning like she had last night. Instead, she'll just whisper something into her hear:
"I don't want what happened yesterday to happen again. Ever. Understand? Your incompetence is your own problem. If you make it anyone else in Miasma's problem, I won't have mercy again. And if you get someone killed..."
She squeezes Micci's throat hard, stopping her frantic, fearful breathing, to emphasize her last sentence.
When she's done, she tosses Micci behind her like a discarded cloak and walks away.
Eisenhilde, during the looting, completes a ritual to summon a Blade of Hel, infused with the blood of the four elves who unwillingly participated in the ritual. The result is a sharp, jet-black shortsword that could pass for a spear due to its' lack of guard. She's the only non-elf witness to the ritual, and since she carved Hel's totem into the four elves she let them go free, in order to dedicate any deaths that happen near them to Hel, as well as their own lives.
That~ Is what sets Lady Hel above a simple carrion-crow~
she thinks to herself, giddily.
She takes all that is given to her - perhaps some day, I could even dedicate a battle like this to Her! Oh, I can only imagine how blissful serving Her so well would be~!
August, noticing the glares of others (but particularly Arastine, Tyris, and McKayla) decides to let them in on a secret. First approaching the one who's most likely to believe what he says, he requests McKayla's attention the morning after the siege.
"First, sorry about your friend. I know it's worthless to say now, but if I hadn't been such a coward maybe I could've saved her."
Seeing McKayla's furious stare, August quickly decides to elaborate.
"I'm December. I'm a... spirit... that's taken over this cowardly shitstain of a human being. Sometimes he tries to retake control of himself, though, and that's what happened yesterday."
August (or is it December now?) looks at the ground sadly, holding his hands behind his back.
"It was partly my fault too - once I heard the Beholder mentioned, I didn't want to risk myself if this shithead became Beholder chow"
He gets on his knees, hands still behind his back.
"Hit me. Kick me. Do whatever you want. I won't feel much, but the man who killed your friend, August... He'll feel it all. Every fuckin' bit."
December looks up at McKayla, half-smiling.
"I don't plan to leave any time soon, so... Have at 'im. He's got it coming."
