Hael and Brizonia

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Bit of a warning, the characters are drowish sisters. We didn't see it as an issue considering the things drows are known to do, if it bothers some of you, then I apologize in advance.

The rp is meant to reflect the drow, so it is harsh sometime even violent, if things involve others, will be warned and RP will always go the way that doesn't break the comfort level of others. BUT KEEP IN MIND, again these are drowish characters.... their not a gentle and soft hearted race in general. The intent wasn't to make people uncomfortable, but due to the dark setting we sort of came up with this... if it bothers some. Don't avoid us, just tell us, and when your around we'll adjust the rp so to not act in anyway to suggest such. And some case it was meant more as a shock factor, to show how different the races are... since too many people tend to play drows in ways that isn't drowish, even good drows are still drows at their core... they aren't elves nor humans.

As far as Briz’s information I’ll leave it up to her if she wants to things. I can't even remember her char's full name.....
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Haelmur’ssynrae (she won’t say house name, she threw it away in a way
since she left Ssivah)

Height: 5’5”
Weight unknown guess should say athletic like build
Hair:silverwhite (it goes down to her elbows length wise)
eyes: dark red
guess If I were to give breast sizes.... CC (I always thought/figured, they’d have somewhat larger breasts than surface one due to their harsher breeding practices don’t want weak pathetic kids now do we. etc...
Other noticables: Demonic runes tattooed on the left side of her face, multiple ring piercings on both ears, And a ring piercing on the right side of her nose.
Rest you gotta figure it out, some way or another :P

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She looked at the aging collar that had once been on her neck decades ago. She despised it with all her soul, never having a choice or chance at the time, but could not bear to throw it away. Ever since she had been born, her life was constantly in question, something about her displeased her parents enough to consider it, specially her arrogantly proud mother. How could such an oddity been born, maybe the goddess had decided to play a farce on them or something of the likes. The first few decades before adolescence were memories she doesn’t recall, nor wished to remember.

The adolescent years were by far the worst, spending time as a tavern whore (drow taverns being very different from other species.) Though it did get her away from her family, but spending the time as some slave serving the patrons in more ways than one wasn’t that much better. Considering her parents had left her a parting gift, that still to this day remains on her, forcing her to experience a more painful, humiliating situations. Though she eventually grew numb to it all, her hatred and rage helping her bare it all will still holding on to sanity. Though the worst was her eldest sister, a priestess now, that always took great pride in tormenting her, even going as far as having her raped rather brutally for entertainment. Even going as far as forcing various piercings on her, most of which still remains more as another reminder. Eventually she became a young adult, though her life did not change, until one day her eldest sister in her arrogance made a mistake. During one of her typical visits, she made the folly of not binding her, and most of her guests were drunk, as was she. Hael bid her time, taking the abuse, until most were exhausted. Having gotten used to the treatment she had grown more tolerant of the pain and the sexual exhaustments, though she herself had been fairly exhausted herself when she struck. Without warning she lept at her sister, knocking her to the floor her hatred and rage guiding her as she grabbed her sister’s dagger and struck at the nearby guests killing them, then turned her attention to her sister. Grabbing the various straps and such that were used to normally bind her, to bind her sister. The other two guest too drunk and exhausted to get up, she took her time with.

By the time she was done, the room was covered in blood, and her sister bound and gagged on the bed.
“Now it’s my turn, sister.” she said with a sadistic grin as she crawled over her sister, raping then torturing her and eventually killing her. She took a few moments to appraise her situation, though satisfied at having killed her eldest, she needed to get out quickly. As quickly as she could she, cleaned the blood off herself, removed the mundane collar from her neck, grabbed wathever clothes that were not covered in blood, and escaped. She spent the following days hiding within the city.
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The year passed before she finally came out of hiding, this time she struck at her youngest sisters. It took alot of planning, and alot of patience, but she eventually managed to capture the younger siblings. Though she had not done anything to her, it was the mere fact of being her sister, and her mothers daughter that prompted her to do this. When they came too, the smell of blood filled the empty chamber, as Hael finished drawing the various runes and symboles around the youngest as she had been instructed on the floor. Struggled as she might the youngest could not free herself as Hael, started shouting various words that the child could not understand. With a wicked smirk she undressed and raped the youngest, then once finished she cut her at various areas her scales did not protect, then stabbed her in the chest with the strange dagger just as she did the youngest screamed and a bright flash blinded Hael. As she recovered she saw the demon and her sisters body missing, leaving only Hael the blood and the unconscious Briz in the room.

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A year or so passed since then, having spent most of it improving her skills and making sure Briz became more obediant.

She was standing by the docks looking at some old worn collar she had worn at the time as she was waiting. The sound of hesitant steps could be heard as someone else approached from behind.
“Bauth draeval dos yikss ulu jous dosstan, lotha dalninil.” she said calmly, causing the one behind to
to hesitat to approach even more.
“Evagna uns'aa, dalninil ol paken fol draeval jhal l'yur'i inbal tlus morfel 'zil dos aske'th.” the younger drow said keeping her voice down as Hael turned to look at her. She gave a devilish grin, as she firmly
grasped one of the rings on her collar and pulled her closer.

“Dos lann ol al, ussta lotha jivvin klez. Nin doer udos inbal klezn ulu xun. “ she said as her other hand firmly rubbed her barely covered breasts causing her sister to give a soft moan. She then let her go and started walking away. Briz took a moment to move as she gave a menacing look in Hael’s direction, then proceeded to follow before her sister grew annoyed and more than likely strike her for it.

((anyways that's that for now from me.))

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Hael woke up her insides hurting from the other nights events.

She tried to move but her body felt too sore to move, reminding her of the usual days before she escaped. But this time the sensation was different, she spent most of her life with the cursed leathery strapping covering it.

She got complacent with Brizonia, seeing her always submissive and harmless. Though the other night she did something Hael didn't expect, her exhaustion from the traveling and battles having caused her to collapse on the bed without thinking. Briz may have been her slave in a sense, but Hael wasn't trained or experience at handling slaves. Having spent most of her adolescent and young adult phases as one herself. Using a harsh mask to hide herself, though a mask that Brizonia easily saw through.

She curled up in the bed realizing what it meant, and what she did the other night. She was even on the verge of begging brizonia for more, but the painful and exhaustive rape that Brizonia and her Hellhound had done to her, made her want to collapse and let the darkness embrace her. The blood on her thighs was dry but a clear sign of it not being a dream, Briz had managed to remove what their mother had forced on Hael so many years ago out of arrogance, pride and disgust at Hael's body.

She lied on her back, torn in her thoughts, she could throw it away, but something inside her, feared not feeling were it should be, like it had became a part of her. Though she could live without it's side effects, which often drove her mad. On the bright side of things at least she knew how it could feel and how painful it can get... something that had been driving her mad for decades.

In the end Brizonia had never faltered, but simply played along waiting to gain enough power. In the end she was humiliated, tormented, bred like some worthless animal, but she didn't hate her sister for it, she didn't know what to think about it. A side of her enjoyed it, while the other still in the shock of it. So for now she waits, her wrists still bound to the bed, until Brizonia returns wondering what else her sister planned.

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The day after Briz nearly killed Hael in a frustrated rage. All this time Hael had been strong, dominating and Briz lived up to her in a sense.

Then all of a sudden because of Briz's action, Hael looked broken, overwhelmed by Lustful desires, begging, pleading, wimpering, and calling herself worthless. The combination of the earlier rape and the harnesses effect confused Hael and made her fall hard that day.

So hard that Briz tortured her, and raped her once more feeling betrayed by Hael's current behavior. Not matter what she did, Hael just kept begging and faltering and generally being weak and pathetic in front of the sister she had enslaved so long ago. She even used the Collar's functions to torture her even further, trying to get her to stop behaving the way she was, but all it did was confuse Hael, making her beg her sister to stop, but Briz just kept going.

By the time it was over, Hael was crumpled on the bed bloodied and half dead. Brizonia standing there confused and angry, all of a sudden her sister became a worthless pile of dirt. She then left her sister without a word and left Hael wondering where she went, the collar still around her neck.

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She stood quietly near the edge of the boat, as it made it's way to the dock leading to the surface.

"Some of the gods must have it for me." she thought to herself after her rather politely hostile encounter with him. "Still some arrogant Jaluk, he'll get what's coming to him." she muttered to herself.

She rubbed her neck, regretting the slip up she made, having almost gotten away with it. "Once she comes out of her little hole, definitly getting her to remove this blasted thing." She cursed to herself as she carefully re-adjusted her cloak to keep it hidden.

Though it could also have it's uses, but for now it's figuring how to deal with him, play along, or not.

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Days later she found herself in the temple, bathing herself and contemplating what to do once she encountered Nailo. Something that was going to happen no matter what, until the large doors leading outside were closed shut, warning her that someone else was within it's walls.

She walked out of the bath, and not bothering to dry up, dressed herself then went to investigate.

She encounter a human, calling himself Valten, she had met him before on several occasion, but this time it wasn't in Sensual nor in glasston. His demeanor was different. At first she though of defying him, but common sense and discipline told her otherwise seeing as they both served the same Lady.

They spoke for a bit then both went their separate ways at least it seemed that the human new alot more about this so called Valuk she met.

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The day she had stumbled on Nailo, a group of Lycanthropes had attacked. Ironically it started shortly after they both had contact.

At first she hadn't realized it, but a few days later(at least I think it's been a few days). She finds out that they attacked once more, and he was around again. During their discussion she recalled something, she had been signled out by the larger ones, until she drew them into conflict with him, forcing him to defend himself.

He confronted her again this day, knowing he saw her as a slave, she decided to play along. Though the lycanthropes bothered her, wondering what would of happened had she not reached her potion in time, or failed to withdraw as she did, or went the other way. In a sense the idea had drawn a sense of excitment (sp?) and fear, recalling the times, she had been thrown in the pits and raped by some of the lycanthropes they had kept for entertainment. Though at the time there was no fear of the affliction since they had her wearing a ring to protect her from it, though it didn't protect her from the pain that followed. Nor the memory of the various male and females watching her being violated, bitten, cut, though eventually you get used to it in a sense, and even enjoy it which ended up being the case. Thankfully it only happened occasionally.... though the pit she had been in quite often... among other things.

They had spoke of the eldar keep, as far as she saw it, they were not the same, the eldar ones had no interest in capturing anyone. She great worried and excited at same time, what if he was involved, remembering how slaves are often traded for other things. But she had no choice, she decided she'd go back the next day.

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The night had been a restless one, the lycan attack had brought back a memory she had put away for so long. Back when she was still an adolescent, she had spent most of her days as a servant within the halls, serving the patrons, in more ways than one.

There was a small pit that they used as a sort of arena, pitting slaves against slaves, or slaves against various creatures. She found herself in it on a few occasions, not for fighting but for getting violated, disciplined and entertainment at the same time. The more notable ones were a small group of lycanthropes they currently had, some feline, rats and wolven one.

The feline was female, and thus never saw her, the rats were disgusting at best, always three of them. She didn't know their original race since she only saw them in their Lycanthrope form. In a sense she was glad mother had forced her to wear a chastity belt over her woman hood, the idea of all three of them using her at same time, made her sick. She was always happy though about having the ring on, it kept the affliction at bay.

The memory that came to mind was the wolven one, the gladiator of a sense, pitted against other creatures, and lesser drows trying to make a name for themselves in order to get the attention needed to be able to challenge those above them but only those near their rank. Or at least one way of getting some attention, as the wolven one was much stronger than most of the other creatures in the pens. She had always thought it some mad creature, but she later learned he wasn't. His collar prevented him from reverting so he was always in his wolven form.

As a form of punishment she had been given to him, for how long she couldn't remember only that it had been for a while. At first terror struck her, she knew mother had done this to make her suffer. And the first week she did, the wolven had not had a female ever since his capture. And having only her backside avail due to her Mothers..... harness... made for a painful and excruciating experience.

Though once calmed and satiated so to speak, even if it wasn't the opening he was seeking. She found out he wasn't as much of a monster as he seemed, eventually learning he was born as such, hence why he had such control over himself. They spent most of the time talking, and strangely he didn't seemed bothered by it, though he was heavily bothered by the harness that could not be removed. But they made due, this is also how she learned to fight unarmed and defend herself, something that would come in handy later. Felt strange being around someone that even though bred her rather harshly, still spoke to her and treated her differently, it later dawned on her that he was treating her as a mate of sort, probably why he got enraged when her cycle came. The sent drove him over the edge, and they profited from it.

Maybe that was their intent all that time, she often though, taunt him giving him something so close yet unreachable. After that event it was her that tended over him as his battles had been more difficult. There were other moments her mother interfered pulling her out of cage, removing her harness and taunting him with it exposed, even having a gnoll rape her in another cell in a way that made it look like it had claimed her. Though shortly after he was killed, and she was thrown back to what she used to do before hand. Up to now he had been the only one that treated her like a woman, even if he was rough, he had been the closest thing to a lover that she had that treated her other than as a rothe.
(small edit, he's the one who taught her the basics to be able to fight like a monk. Being that he was in control of himself aside for the usual times were instincts become at their strongest.)

She woke up in startle, from her restless rest, haunted by the werewolves single-ling her out and constantly wondering what would of happened, and remembering that one she had been with decades ago. That and seeing that this Valuk seemed to always have been present at each attack, the same one that has given her little choice in returning to Ssivah.

She placed a hand on her waist, remembering she was in one of the inns in sensual. She then noticed the mess her body had caused. She got up and headed to the bath to clean herself, hesitantly removing the harness now that her sister had removed the wards she then slipped in the bath and let herself relax, focusing her mind on the day at hand. Being stuck between two boulders, that risk crushing her depending on her actions.

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She struggled into the room of the Black Serpent Inn, covered by her cloak, hidding the cuts, from the blade and the whip, and the blood that the holes left by the pins caused.

She fumbled a potion as she undressed, slumping on the bed in exhaustion from the torture and having been hanging by the chains for so long. Had it not been for her training and experience, she might not of handled it so well. Though for a moment she felt like she had fumbled and risked loosing her life.

Though the shame of being exposed, being a hermaphrodite among the drow, still haunted her. In a sense she'd of rather had to deal with a swarm of Lycanthropes than Elithrul... seeing as he seemed to revel in what he does. She also took to mind as much as she had heard, the trouble now, was how to give the news. If she was going to act on it, it would risk exposing her. On top of that it seems that mentioning Valten had gotten his interest in a sense. So she played around with it, making sure to keep out his true duties and ties to Zygomi. It may cause issues, but at least it seemed to to have at least gave her some leeway. Now the problem was, her sister, having vanished without a word it meant using her sister was a problem... leaving only using Valten, hopefully with his cooperation.

But for now, all she wanted to do was forget the ordeal, and try and pass out on the bed.

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She managed to make her report, and was explained a few more things.

Once done she then left and made her way back to sensual, though once arrived, she found a rather chaotic scene. Nailo's rather pathetic looking pet, was being overrun by a dragon of sort, while he just stood there watching. Then the dragon seemed to notice Hael, but ignored her and left.

Not wanting to deal with Nailo now, she took the boat to deepvale and took the long way back to Sensual, and to her room in the Black Serpent Inn.

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A few days passed and she later meeting Anne once more. Though Jana was nearby she did not pay much attention until mention of the guards. Eventually the one Named Mykal showed up and they started talking about Zygomi, and acting like panicked children, about her angered action on them.

They did trespass twice, within a day they shouldn't of been surprised by it. She spoke like she thought she would of regardless of who she would of served, though in the end, it may have been worst choice, though subtlety never was a strength of hers... specially not around surfacers. Just being around them specially humans make her feel ill, though more because of being a drow.

"Vel'bol natha yeunn yentil." she thought to herself while Mykal talked about his wife's kidnapping.
"Ilta au or'shanse zhah naubol mzild taga p'wal d'dosst yibin yeunn xa'huuli equidai" she added to her train of thought.

"Nothing but yourself to blame, for being so weak and pathetic." she muttered to herself in a way that no one would hear here.

She didn't care what they thought anyways, if it sounded like she was praising her, then the humans were stupid. It was the last thing on her mind, but then again, the stupid rivvil always tend to think backwards.

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The minute the sisters met each other, hell began to fill the air, as Hael angrily slapped her sister.

For the next few minutes, the two argued, one hitting physically while the other used the Collar to shock the other and lobbed spells at the other.

Brizonia had been Hael's slave in a sense since she killed the other siblings.
But ever since the other day, things had fallen apart, as Briz snuck a collar on her. Had it not been for Nailo Hael wouldn't of made such a scene, but now with that blasted Valuk forcing her to speak with him she burned with rage.

The two lashed at each other for nearly an hour, the arguing and fighting going nowhere, the two made a truce for now, but Hael swore to herself, she'd get Briz once and for all, for this insolence. They maybe siblings, but Hael only saw her as a tool, and now Hael's life seems to hang by a string held by her sister.

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ok - here goes, first time i've written anything like this before, sorry in advance for any spelling mistakes, i'm not the best typist. hope it's readable i know my grammar can be bad too so ... bear with me and try to stick it out .... nothing too controversial here in my opinion but if it upsets you ... don't have to read it .... ; ) butsorry anyway ... annnnd it's late and i'm a sweepy sausage so if i end up having alot of Zzzzzzz's in the middle it's my pc telling you I nodded off when i was typing ! ^^ ... let's get this started so i can get back to bed : P

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Briz had spent a few days underground, her thoughts swam with confusion and questions. Her elder sister had always seemed so confidant and strong, collected and unflinching. Yet a few set backs - the kind Briz herself had endured ever since Hael's conquest of their bloodline- and the seemingly independent and self sufficient drowess crumbles into a fawning whelp ! Briz coudn't understand why her warrior sister had sunk so low , and her attempts and beating sense into Hael just made her elder sister withdraw more into her shell. Briz left the woman be with the tattered remains of her dignity while she thought how best to proceed.

Briz was certain , almost completely that this was something to do with her mother's dark magic. A lifetime of being subjugated to near constant magically controlled emotions can warp even the most strongest of wills , how could she have expected her own sister to come out of it unscathed when she was targeted since birth? Briz shook her head slowly as she began to understand. The confidant and powerful warrior was a fiction, a great mask her sister constructed to protect herself from the outside, But now Briz saw through it. Now Briz finally had a weapon to use against her elder and last remaining sister. It would be so easy to turn her fictional confidence against her. Now it was just a matter of timing.

Briz left her little hideaway and sucked in a deep breath of fresh surface air. Flowers, Trees, and other filth and stench. Urgh ! But it didn't matter if the sun stabbed at her eyes, it didn't matter if the air attacked her nose and her skin with a bitter chil. She was a new woman now. Time to make the most of it.

The enchanted collat Briz had slipped opportunistically slipped around the slender curve of Hael's neck allowed Briz to find her sister almost straight away. Her sister seemed mad and defiant, Briz quickly fought down the smile that threatened to give her away as she replaced it with a worried and nervous smile.

“Where the hell have you been you little brat? This bloody thing you put on me has made my life hell since the second it was on ! “

Briz tried to sound like she had used to for so long, tiny timid and alone. Terrified and eager to please mixed with an annoyed whiny impatience.

“ I thought you'd be going easier on me now I've got a hold of you sister dear”
“ Not on your life ! This isn't the first damn collar I've had but you bet your life it will be the last ! “

Briz had to bite her own tongue to force the smile from touching her lips, of course it would be her last. Didn't she understand her situation yet? Briz wouldn't be like her mother at all. Hael grabbed hold of Briz's arm and dragged her away so they could ague in peace, it wouldn't do to air there troubles publicly, the less people know the better.

After a fairly calm sail they came to port and settled down to talk in private away from the ship's crew, but of course it turned into nothing more than an open duel for authority, each sister strugling to place her own will over the other. The fight had barely begain when Briz's Mistress and elshara apeared before them, Power radiated from Her like heat from an open oven, Her angry crackled and singed the very air as She spoke. She crossed Her arms the sound echoing over the unholy walls like a storm. Her cold eyes fixed on the bickering sisters and her sheer presence forced the drowesses to their knees, The sisters fell to their knees and turned there eyes away for to look too long at the sheer otherworldly power would taint your perspective of the mundane world. The sisters fell silent and bowed there heads with respect and awe as the elshara shook her head and made known her displeasure.

“ Has it come to this that my own war with each other? What is the meaning of this?”

The sisters struggled to apologies before being brought to silence again by the force of will the elshara casually extended yet impossible to resist. Briz's Mistress spoke to them both and made her will known before departing leaving the two once again alone. It was clear that now was not the time to usurp her sister just yet. She would be needed for what was to come.

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She spent most of the first few hours since being released in the warm bath. One of the few pleasures one could enjoy as a drow. Though in her case she was cheating in a way, as scented baths etc, were not something her standing had any hope for.

Once done she stood in front of the large mirror, looking at herself and examining the various wounds, cuts, bruises etc, she had acquired over the passed few weeks. Most had healed well enough, others still required time, and treatment, specially the more resent ones.

She then admired herself for a moment, she looked alot like her Mother though a bit younger, since Drow did not show their true age until much later in their life, like their surface cousins. She would been flaunting it carelessly if it wasn't for it, the one thing that marred her all these years. Cut just cut it, but then that would remove something needed in a sense.

The sister were pretty much equal appearance wise, though Briz did have something over her. She didn't have the defect, among a few other things.
She shook her thoughts of such, her mind and body pent up with yesterdays events and being tied to a pole like some worm.

She looked at her scimitars, took hold of both, and proceeded to practice, waiting after Briz once more.

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Hael looked at her bandaged hand holding back her anger.

Doesn't matter how hard she tries she just can't control her body. Brizonia made her burn her hand earlier in the day, trying to prove a point to her. Then look at her other hand which she had cut at Ishtuf'fur's temple.

Her collar prevented her from acting in any way she wished to. So she stayed subdued and let Brizonia take the flak this time. Mistakes were made, and more than likely consequences would ensue. But she didn't care, was her sisters time to be treated harshly.

She quietly played along, she was a slave anyways, so it didn't matter. It wasn't something of self control, it was just how it was. Now all that was left is figuring how to acquire these Troll parts, considering how hostile the northern section of the land was.

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Hael huddled in the corner of the room, in thought. She did not get tortured this time, but she still felt troubled. Her hand was quivering, even starting wishing she hadn't been born the way she was.

She didn't care for Briz, but she did need her abilities, while Briz needed her combat abilities. Had Briz not tampered with the Harness remove it and have it rape her, maybe she wouldn't be in this state of mind. Everything was going well, until that day, not it's all downhill. Emotions, needs, control, etc thrown out the window, and now with the Valuk tormenting her about "it"
didn't help.

In the other locked chamber was Briz, who had taken quite the torture, and still kept acting thick headed. Had the incident had never happened, it would of been her instead of Briz that would of gotten it. But she knew she'd have it worst, he'd eventually learn what he needs to fully control her, or break her.... maybe this wasn't such a good idea afterall she though...

Or maybe it is, right now her mind was confused with rage and self hate and that need that never seems to leave. "worthless body." she muttered to herself.
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A day later in the ostmoor region.

She tucked the last piece of troll meat into the pack, and closed it off.
"Only got the dragon blood left to get." she sighed wondering why she even bothered, considering her sister was too exhausted from the torture to assist her.

She then made her way back wondering how she'll deal with it.