Surprised, taken aback, "Surely, you’ve no wish to die?"
Surprised, taken aback, "Surely, you’ve no wish to die?"
Dentris almost seems to be talking to himself at first, perhaps trying to convince himself more than anyone else, "There are worse fates, magistrate, than even can be promised on the deepest level of your Hell. To walk alive in a world, my duty undone, my sworn oath broken, is to walk through fires more smolderous than any Asmodeus keeps below. Though he be a fool, and something of a diseased twit, with surely no mind to match yours, Larazod my master, and I shall stand by him." He stands straighter, defiant and sure alongside his master, I’ve rolled bones with demons, and gazed in dragons’ hearts. Let us have these trials and be done with my life, the lords of darkness so command.
Perform Sing:
The blue eyes burn, "Doddering old sack of bones." His voice rising, promising only pain and death, "No demon’s dice, nor dragon’s musings await you." Shaking his head, "Only torment beyond the stars’ most infinite imaginings. When you mewl out for merciful death, I shall look on in pleasure, as your soul’s wake burns from a withered old corpse."
He claps, the sound booming. And looks to the council, "Make ready, supplicants. The trials begin anon." Turns back to the trio of condemned, the lights dimming only a red light on the Thesing,
Just as the stage curtain closes for the end of Act One, you see a spotlight rising on the bejeweled spectacle of Delour. Just in case anyone missed the jist of the plot, the opera recaps the salient points and then hints at the pain, torture, and danger of the trials to come.
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Thesing sweeps back to the green room to "Prepare myself." You see all of the council quietly and very happily making their way down stairs and then out the back entrance of the theater. More than one stops in the street with a smile, looking back at the gothic theater, clearly amazed to have made it out alive.
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Arata's light gray eyes travel over to look at the woman working in the kitchen, the gaze soft in an unguarded moment. Quietly, "Visiting her Glassworks, yes. I had just gotten married, was figuring out what I would need to do to open my own workshop."
She moans into his lips as her body tightens around him, the pressure trying to force his finger out lessening as orgasm speeds through her. Her eyes open, looking at him, a nod, trusting him. Trusting that he won't hurt her. At least not this night.
Her bottom clenches around his finger, enjoying the sensation as the sting soothes. She leans up, kissing him, muffling the sharp intake as he slips a second finger inside.
As driven as her body, senses, sensation, is she barely has a chance to register his loss, the cessation of the relentless pleasure before he slids in. Giving her body his fullness to cling to, just the thing it has been screaming for since... well, before she broke her voice screaming.
Her body tilts, taking him, squeezing around him. Green eyes open, lips meeting his with ravenous kisses. Body rocking with orgasm, making her writhe around him. Screams, almost inaudible with what is left of her voice. Her legs wrap around him as he collapses against her, breathing hard, muscles shuddering.
Long moments later, her fingers run through his hair, small kisses pepper his cheek, a there is a soft, gravelly chuckle. "My neighbors are going to want to kill me."
"More than anything. Wouldn't you like to take me in your mouth?"
Her brown eyes intense, voice quiet, "Of course... But a man's," the eyes glance down, "is external. It's meant to go," her blush deepens, "well, into a woman."
He nods. "Not tonight." He kisses her again. "I can't be denied for long. You're far too beautiful. Too perfect. Too ripe." His motions on himself quicken, breath grows short. He is almost there.
The hand playing with her breast slides down to between her legs, vibrating above her nub before fingers dip inside. Brown eyes, watching his face, almost glowing with the rising pleasure that quickens her breath, dilates her eyes. Held right on an edge.
She walks over to the other side of the roof, pawing through the dirt of the garden for a moment. She comes back with a small pile of stones. Her onyx eyes light with amusement, "I know. I threw myself at you and you deflected instead of catching." With no more warning than that she throws not one stone, but two at him in a rapid fire. (; )
She listens to his words, the black of her eyes focused on him. She does move the last distance to be next to him. She doesn't smile, but her spirit is a little lighter, "I have worked hard to separate myself from who I was before the past few years. Everything that I used to be..." She shakes her head, "I'll tell you everything eventually." She swallows.
Looks at him, "Just spending time with you... I keep thinking you deserve someone better."
Cassian laughs, hugging Janiven tightly. He rolls off her, exhausted. "Then my plan is succeeding." He pulls her to him, cradling her head against his shoulder. "And to think, all I wanted were a couple coins and a blowjob." He kisses her temple, running his hands through her hair.
Her brown eyes intense, voice quiet, "Of course... But a man's," the eyes glance down, "is external. It's meant to go," her blush deepens, "well, into a woman."
"Of course," he says, breathing heavily, the fantasies chasing one another through his eyes. "In her vagina. In her mouth. In her..."
The hand playing with her breast slides down to between her legs, vibrating above her nub before fingers dip inside. Brown eyes, watching his face, almost glowing with the rising pleasure that quickens her breath, dilates her eyes. Held right on an edge.
"Come with me, my jewel." The pleasure shuts his eyes, and he begins to shudder, spurting hotly over her belly and side.
Following the talented aria, the curtain opens again on the paraduke, the eriynes, and the prisoners. The stage reorientated slightly to give the prisoners more room, although Thesing still looms over the set, the bearded devil behind him, protector and lawkeeper.
From stage right the small form of Melilot, a fake 'skin' of scars over her light armor, hiding it. Thesing turns to the torturer with a fond smile, "Good Keeper of Pain, ," the blond man's smile growing. "We are honored by your presence." Absolute sincerity in the praise and comment.
Motioning to the shackled, "Show these," tone turning dark with disgust, anger, "supplicants the favor of your stinging lash, and with rack and fire, purge lies from their lips." Turns back to Melilot, voice almost kind, " Let the mad and guilty appall our ears no more with ranting."
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Arata's light gray eyes travel over to look at the woman working in the kitchen, the gaze soft in an unguarded moment. Quietly, "Visiting her Glassworks, yes. I had just gotten married, was figuring out what I would need to do to open my own workshop."
"And you obviously learned to do so very well and are passing your craft on to others." Azhar's thumb moves slightly and presses Amaya's fingers against his own, he continues looking at Arata, however. "How long did it take before you were sure it would work?"
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"You have a evil plan to get me run out of my apartment?" Her tone teasing, clearly speaking, but her voice barely above a gravel whisper. Her head fits into the nook of his shoulder. Then she laughs, a broken yet happy sound. Picking up her head and kissing Cassian, "Ah, poor Cass." Her green eyes sparkling. "You didn't even get your blowjob."
"Of course," he says, breathing heavily, the fantasies chasing one another through his eyes. "In her vagina. In her mouth. In her..."
She starts to suck on her lower lip as he speaks, his words forming pictures in her mind. Breathing picking up as she sees them herself. As his voice trails off, she finishes the sentence, "...hands."
"Come with me, my jewel." The pleasure shuts his eyes, and he begins to shudder, spurting hotly over her belly and side.
her movements quicken, lower muscles tensing, pushing the sensations just that little bit more. The note ripped from her throat as she goes over perfect, whole, beautiful. Her body shaking as his essence covers her. Breathing still fast, her hand moves up from her center to trail through the sticky gel-like warmth. One finger picking some up, taking it to her mouth, curious as to his taste.
Amaya's hand moves against his, despite her father's raised eyebrow.
As Yuuki starts to bring a number of dishes over to the table, Arata answers. "I worked in my older brother's business for five years before I had enough capital to try to open my own." He smiles at his wife, "Even with an unexpected blessing."
Back to Azhar, "As for sure it would work. Years more. Cheliax isn't exactly friendly to foreign business owners."
"Clearly need more more practice catching," Gravlax says, catching the first of the two stones. The second one is a little too far off target.
"Again, please."
Gravlax nods. "Who you were is important, but only relevant because it forms who you are now. To see your mistakes and work to overcome them ... what else can anyone ask?"
He sets his hand on hers, lightly. "Deserve? That's not the right currency. If you enjoy spending time with me and I enjoy spending time with you, who is to say what we deserve?"
"I know! I'm so deprived." He chuckles again. "You can blow me later. Next time we're all out on a mission. We'll sneak off alone." He strokes her hair, apparently pleased with this plan.
A moment later, he says, "The coins. Should I pick them up tomorrow?"
She starts to suck on her lower lip as he speaks, his words forming pictures in her mind. Breathing picking up as she sees them herself. As his voice trails off, she finishes the sentence, "...hands."
"You're adorable," he says, kissing that same lip.
her movements quicken, lower muscles tensing, pushing the sensations just that little bit more. The note ripped from her throat as she goes over perfect, whole, beautiful. Her body shaking as his essence covers her. Breathing still fast, her hand moves up from her center to trail through the sticky gel-like warmth. One finger picking some up, taking it to her mouth, curious as to his taste.
"Next time you can get it from the source," he says. He leans over boldly, inhaling of her sex, kissing it, then dipping his tongue along it for a taste. He leans back.
After a moment, he says, "You never answered my question. Bigger than who?"
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Amaya's hand moves against his, despite her father's raised eyebrow.
As Yuuki starts to bring a number of dishes over to the table, Arata answers. "I worked in my older brother's business for five years before I had enough capital to try to open my own." He smiles at his wife, "Even with an unexpected blessing."
Back to Azhar, "As for sure it would work. Years more. Cheliax isn't exactly friendly to foreign business owners."
Azhar smiles at Yuuki, as she brings the dishes to the table. He turns back to Arata, "How did you decide on Cheliax?" he inquires curiously.
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She looks with disgust at the stone that flew about six feet to the right of him. "And I clearly need practice hitting my mark." Talking about the stone... of course. And another quick volley (; ) "Damn it."
And another two. (; )
She looks down at the stones with annoyance. Looks at Gravlax. "At this rate... I'd stab myself with knives." Horribly frustrated at her incompetence. It's almost like her mind hasn't been on the training since she was pinned under him.
She turns her hand over, her palm warm but dry. "I enjoy your company." Her black eyes honest, "You make me smile."
"Ah, yes. That is one way to get blown."
A moment later, for just a moment, her arm tightens slightly into his body, she kisses his neck. Then she lets go, sitting up, her body tired. Stretches. Nods. "What time? Here or safehouse?" A pause, "Hidden at safehouse... you could probably find, but would take time."
"You're adorable," he says, kissing that same lip.
She smiles happy with the compliment. Also it is perfectly obvious that she really thought that was the logical continuation of his train of speech.
"Next time you can get it from the source," he says. He leans over boldly, inhaling of her sex, kissing it, then dipping his tongue along it for a taste. He leans back.
She blushes but nods at the comment. Her eyes going very, very wide as he takes his quick taste of her.
After a moment, he says, "You never answered my question. Bigger than who?"
She looks at him, blinking, trying to figure out what he is talking about for a moment before she remembers. "Than Turati." Her face clouds, more upset about bringing up the memory than its presence. Shakes her head, "He worked for Father. Thought he cared about me." Her voice quieter, "Thought I cared for him."
"Westcrown had a history of glass blowing, but the items produced here since... well since Thrune came to power... has not been up to the old standards." He looks at Yuuki, smiling at her as she sits, standing himself to serve portions of the food, to everyone, "Happily Yuuki was willing to take the risk with me." He looks back at Azhar, "I actually first managed to gain favor by replicating old items from the Ardonite-period. I was hired by some of the noble houses to replace items in sets that had broken. Only after I had proven my worth were we able to buy land and a place for our things."
"I'll pick them up. Just give me a location. Unless this is your sneaky way of getting me to come over tomorrow night..." he teases, poking her gently in the belly.
He pulls her close to him. It's not a sexual gesture, but nude as they are and slick with sweat and fluids, there is an undeniable wantonness. "Shh," he soothes, stroking her hair and holding her body. "You're not the first woman to fall under the spell of some undeserving man."
He lets the sweet words sink in, and will give her time to respond. "I'm an undeserving man, Jewel. I'm a thief. I'm a liar. But whatever we have, I do care about you. And when I finally take you, I plan to ruin you for any other man." He kisses her on the nose. "Because you deserve to be worshiped."
She smiles at the teasing, the muscles of her abdomen tensing under his poking finger, trying not to laugh. She looks at him serious, "Would love to see you. But wouldn't try to force your company." She leans over to kiss him. Then quietly gives him a location at the safehouse to look for the coins anytime the next afternoon or later.
She snuggles into his warmth. Smiles at him, "Old wound. Old story. Made me stronger." Her smile grows, "Wiser. Made a better choice." Kisses him, just so he can be sure as to know which choice she is talking about.
"I'm an undeserving man, Jewel. I'm a thief. I'm a liar. But whatever we have, I do care about you. And when I finally take you, I plan to ruin you for any other man." He kisses her on the nose. "Because you deserve to be worshiped."
The kiss this time is deeper, filled with desire, longing, need. "See. Much better choice."
"You are just an expert at manipulating me, my blade," Cassian says happily. He will stay, pleasantly cuddled with Janiven for as long as he dares before heading home. And then, only after a sweet kiss on her mouth and a saucy slap on her ass. "How are you feeling back there?" he teases as he gets dressed.
The next day, he'll pick up a coin or two, which he will plant in Thesing's house after the performance.
He snuggles with Calseinica, occasionally kissing her mouth or forehead. When she begins to drift off, he gently extricates himself from her and stands by the bed. For a long moment, he gazes down at her body. Then, quite deliberately, leans over and kisses first her vulva, then her breasts, then her mouth, and finally her forehead, the path of his mouth going from wanton to innocent. When he is finished, he pulls the covers up over her body. "Sleep well, Jewel. You'll be magnificent onstage tomorrow. And tomorrow night I'll return. And you'll be even better."
Gravlax makes an effort, but is only able to catch the first of the four stones.
"Perhaps..." he pauses, looks out across the city. Looks back at Mathalen. "Perhaps that's enough sparring for today."
"Unless," he reaches out his foot and scratches a meaningless geometric pattern in the dust. "Unless you would like to head over to my apartment."
He curls his hand around hers, and squeezes gently. "And that is all that needs to matter."
He sighs. "I will not hold you against your will, but it would pain me to see you leave. In case you were wondering."
"I...." He drops his gaze for a moment, then brings it back up to hers. "I do want you."
Realizing he isn't quite ready to run off on her, she lays back down. Enjoying the cuddling, she takes what he is willing to give. The moan inspired by his kiss is quiet, but only because her voice will take time to heal. She jerks slightly when he slaps her, but is smiling when she sits, naked, to watch him dress.
As soon as he has his pants on she answers, "Still feeling you. Remembering how good you make me feel."
Her arms steal around his chest as she settles comfortably into him, smiling or murmuring happily each time he kisses her. Not fully gone, she sleepily protests his leaving, eye blinking open, her lips puckered into a soft pout. She shivers when his kisses are wanton, smiling after. As he tucks the sheets around her, sleep has its claws deep into her. She murmurs something, unintelligibly, a beautiful smile lighting her even in sleep.
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"Westcrown had a history of glass blowing, but the items produced here since... well since Thrune came to power... has not been up to the old standards." He looks at Yuuki, smiling at her as she sits, standing himself to serve portions of the food, to everyone, "Happily Yuuki was willing to take the risk with me." He looks back at Azhar, "I actually first managed to gain favor by replicating old items from the Ardonite-period. I was hired by some of the noble houses to replace items in sets that had broken. Only after I had proven my worth were we able to buy land and a place for our things."
"Smart. ...and hard work. The two of you did well." if he's been provided a glass, Azhar raises it in salute. A myriad of thoughts race through his head, he decides to switch tracks. "...and if I may ask, How did you meet Mrs. Kaijitsu?"
He pauses, a question clearly percolating behind his eyes. He wrestles with it, finally asking. "The other night, when I first took you there. Was that the first time for you?" He pulls on his shirt, and begins buckling his armor, his eyes never leaving her. The lust there says one thing: he's reliving their lovemaking, already planning another visit.
Perception: , Rygel assist:
Diplomacy:
Stealth:
Survival:
From stage right the small form of Melilot, a fake 'skin' of scars over her light armor, hiding it. Thesing turns to the torturer with a fond smile, "Good Keeper of Pain, ," the blond man's smile growing. "We are honored by your presence." Absolute sincerity in the praise and comment.
Motioning to the shackled, "Show these," tone turning dark with disgust, anger, "supplicants the favor of your stinging lash, and with rack and fire, purge lies from their lips." Turns back to Melilot, voice almost kind, " Let the mad and guilty appall our ears no more with ranting."
Melilot bows low.
"I greet you humbly, noble paraduke
'Tis honor great to serve before your power.
There'll be no need to bring out beast or fluke
I'll have the truth from them within the hour."
She regards the prisoners.
"'Twould be unwise to judge me by my size,
For my dread lord is mighty Asmodeus,
Who grants me strength to wrest truth out of lies,
When men scream, 'We will tell all, 'ere you slay us!'"
"All men, all tieflings, every dwarf or elf,
Has one clear breaking point for every sin.
I know, for I test each device myself."
She whips herself with the lash. The she turns back to the duke.
"And now, with your permission, I'll begin."
Thesing leans back, comfortable on his throne-like chair, waving to begin the procedure. "Begin at your leisure, Tormentor. End this fool’s mockery of our court with cleansing agony."
At Thesing's wave, the stage crew, dressed as lemures, push the DEVICE onto the stage. A magnificent concoction of engineering, spikes, ropes, and other strange unknowable pieces. The 'lemures' strip Rev down to his loincloth and strap him into the machine, back to Thesing and Melilot, body exposed to the audience.
Ilsandra leans forward, eyes ravenous for a view of the tiefling's body.
The other two prisoners are just jerked to simple wooden stands their bodies 'defenseless' to Melilot's whip.
She plies the lash against the immobilized Tiefling.
"Recant, and spare yourself from further pain."
And again.
"Recant. For there is nothing you can gain."
A third time she uses the whip on the same man.
"There is no freedom left for you, no chance.
Your future is a boot, and you an ant.
There's nothing but the whip's unending dance,
Until you stop the pain when you recant."
Seconds after Melilot's whip tears over Rev's flesh the machine around him groans, twists, pieces moving to stretch Rev's form. The audience gasps as the machine moves, spellbound by the intricate torture.
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She walks up to him with a smile, stopping just in front of where he is scratching in the dust. She looks down the pattern, considering. Looks up at him, "For... sparring?" Her lips twist into a smile, "Will this be... paladin approved sparring?"
Her free hand, goes to his cheek. She leans forward, brushing a kiss into the hollow of his neck beneath his ear. Then whispering quietly, "Then you hold me... Because I will not hurt you."
She pulls back, looking at him directly, smile twisting her lips, "I want you."
Glasses were provided and the meal is composed of rice, a side dish of pickled ferns and sweet and sour stewed pork.
Arata looks over at Yuuki, a soft, tenderness in his gaze even after all these years. She nods, seeing the question in her husband's eyes and being able to answer it before it is asked out loud. "Yuuki is the daughter of a trader. Her mother died when she was young, so rather than leave her in Minkai while he was sailing around Golarion, her father decided to take her with him." Yuuki explains, "Father never really cared for the Jade Regent, so spends the vast majority of the time away."
Arata nods, "So I met her when her father was in Magnimar." His voice trailing off, smiling at his wife, picking up a piece of pork with his chopsticks.
She doesn't jump to answer, but when she does her voice is quiet. "The first time fully, yes." She pulls one long leg up to her chest, her chin resting on her knee. "The first time a lover has put their fingers there, no." Her green eyes watching him, complete honesty in her voice.
She looks at him, "And the only one to make it feel so good that I want it."
Dentris voice rings out, his gaze turning from Drovalid to Haanderthan to the audience, "my good master may be a fool of a tiefling, but if you think to wrack his spine, and wheedle mewled recantation from his black lips, you are even than he. , he sneers in the face of pain with —he cannot waver. His coal-black soul did not quake then. He stands resolute now. Hit him again and you shall see. Again. I say!" Perhaps Azhar is taking a little too much joy in seeing his brother tortured and whipped on the wrack.
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Glasses were provided and the meal is composed of rice, a side dish of pickled ferns and sweet and sour stewed pork.
Arata looks over at Yuuki, a soft, tenderness in his gaze even after all these years. She nods, seeing the question in her husband's eyes and being able to answer it before it is asked out loud. "Yuuki is the daughter of a trader. Her mother died when she was young, so rather than leave her in Minkai while he was sailing around Golarion, her father decided to take her with him." Yuuki explains, "Father never really cared for the Jade Regent, so spends the vast majority of the time away."
"Forgive me for asking, but who or what is the Jade Regent?" Azhar asks curiously. He does assume it's some sort of leadership position.
Arata nods, "So I met her when her father was in Magnimar." His voice trailing off, smiling at his wife, picking up a piece of pork with his chopsticks.
"...and it was love at first sight? What do you remember about your first meeting? Please, do go on."
Gozran 4/Ailyn
She moans into his lips as her body tightens around him, the pressure trying to force his finger out lessening as orgasm speeds through her. Her eyes open, looking at him, a nod, trusting him. Trusting that he won't hurt her. At least not this night.
Her bottom clenches around his finger, enjoying the sensation as the sting soothes. She leans up, kissing him, muffling the sharp intake as he slips a second finger inside.
Just to be clear, he didn't say he wouldn't hurt her... He said she didn't have to be afraid of him. But he certainly doesn't intend to give her pain. He enjoys the orgasm she gives into, first around his hard member, and then around his invading digit. She nods at him, in trust. He smiles softly, looking down at her. Whispers, "Ailyn." Wanton experienced, adventurous, sensitive, innocent "Ailyn." He wants her to experience ecstasy. He will take this as slow as he needs to, for her to enjoy his ministrations. His fingers, move slowly, sensually, inside her rear, massaging her, as his lips meet hers in the kiss she instigated. Those fingers still on the outside of her tight bud, caress it ever so gently, spreading more moisture. He gives her pleasure.
Draws out the kiss, loving the sharp intake of her breath against his lips. With her audible reaction, it takes nearly all of his willpower not to throw her down on the bed and violate the tight virgin opening his fingers are intimately exploring and preparing. She might be aware of this. His dark side. Imminent danger. Yet he cares for her, so she finds that she is, without a doubt, safe in his arms. He wants her so much, his member swells just a bit further, and she can feel him inside her in two places, with only her delicate inner wall separating his hard member from his talented probing fingers.
He waits and he waits, carefully preparing her for more. Kissing her, his shaft remaining inside her, working her, he is rubbing against her delicate nub. Giving her great pleasure. Waiting for her to be relaxed enough for a third finger to slip inside her without hurting her. IF she does not relax enough for him to insert a third finger without causing her undue distress, he does not proceed.
"Even an ocean of agony cannot turn truth to lie." Although Melilot's prose is painful enough. His ears are probably bleeding, he thinks.
Again with the flush, but he smiles back. "I was hoping to remove my pants."
Gravlax leans forward and wraps his arms around Mathalen, holding her firmly. "Then we are agreed."
Fully armed and armored, Cassian slips back into bed with his nude lover. "Thank you for that gift, Jan," he murmurs, kissing her gently. He waits there a moment, just looking into her eyes, before giving her a final kiss and standing back up.
"I realize this isn't the most romantic thing to say, after you being so adorable just now, and for that I apologize. But you should pick up some lubricant for us to have on hand. It should make things even better. Although the thought of that is a little frightening, since you're already the best I've ever had." He gives her a little grin. "And I'm willing to guess that's mutual."
Cassian repositions himself on the catwalk to be behind the cleric, ready to drop down an shank him should that become necessary.
In the green room, Rev meditates with his holy symbol in hand. When it gets close to the time for the play to start, he looks for Fiosa.Fiosa was one of the blue robed crew that came with the group. Looking out the door she (as well as Mathalen and Amaya) can be seen helping get props in order and placed. Although Fiosa helps push, it is more her calming influence that seems helpful as she reassures the Nightshade's crew that "Really, they are all professionals and would never let the monsters on the stage attack any of the crew."
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He smiles as Fiosa reassures the crew. Approaches her. "Fi?" He interjects quietly.
He smiles as Fiosa reassures the crew. Approaches her. "Fi?" He interjects quietly.
She turns to look at Rev, which stops her from helping push the large prop... which has no noticeable effect on the prop's progress. She looks up at the much taller man with a friendly smile, "Yes?"
Dentris voice rings out, his gaze turning from Drovalid to Haanderthan to the audience, "my good master may be a fool of a tiefling, but if you think to wrack his spine, and wheedle mewled recantation from his black lips, you are even than he. , he sneers in the face of pain with —he cannot waver. His coal-black soul did not quake then. He stands resolute now. Hit him again and you shall see. Again. I say!"
Melilot turns a baleful gaze on Azhar.
"Your words have little weight from where you stand.
The whip has all the power of command."
She turns back to Rev.
"This will get worse if you keep adamant.
So answer to the whip - dost thou recant?"
"Even an ocean of agony cannot turn truth to lie." Although Melilot's prose is painful enough. His ears are probably bleeding, he thinks.
And the sound of a pin dropping could be heard as the audience hangs on the drama on the stage.
"So you'll not break when the agony's your own.
But will you for your servant, or your friend?"
She whips Azhar.
Then Antonio.
"See how, on your behalf, they scream and moan.
One word from you, their pain is at an end."
Another slash of the whip at Antonio.
"Their suffering can be great or merely scant.
Their fate is in your hands - do you recant?"
The audience, for the most part, watches for the two new victim's pain with an eagerness that is disturbing.
A whip deals no damage to any creature with an armor bonus of +1 or higher
But you should still *act* like it hurts.
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Yuuki nods, "The emperor of Minkai." She shrugs, "Father really never talked about it much and we were only ever in Minkai for short stints when I was young."
Arata finishes chewing the bite, smiles at Yuuki and before answering Azhar's question. "Very tasty, I am willing to bet no one would guess the meat was from a wild boar." And while she rolls her eyes at the compliment, it doesn't hide the smile of pleasure at her hard work being noticed.
Then, more to Azhar, "I remember her walking into my father's store front behind her father." A pause, a smile, "I was smitten and she completely ignored me."
It is not quick, but his care and patience eventually bear seed. He drives her to ecstasy again more before her body relaxes enough to accept the third digit. And when he does lip it in she rears up, burying her face in his shoulder for a scream, muffling the sound so it doesn't carry beyond this room.
After the scream, as she grows used to the pressure, she pulls away from his shoulder, her lips seeking his. Needing the added reassurance of his mouth on hers to balance the pain with the greater pleasure he is stirring in her.
"Ah" she sighs with an absolutely straight face, the laughter dancing in her dark eyes. "There may be some orders of paladin where that falls under approved custom." She leans in, very close but not touching, whispering into his lips. "I approve of this sparring plan." She smiles, leaning back, "But I have no intention of giving in quite so easily next round."
She melts into the embrace, sliding so she is sitting across his lap, arms around him, head on his shoulder. A quick, sneaky slide, so he can't run away. "We are." Kisses his neck, "Even if you are putting your neck on the line tomorrow."
She leans into him, neither the armor nor the weapons barrier to her. She laughs, the sound near silent, at his request, standing, kissing his cheek.
"Very mutual." A pause. Her emerald eyes light, "It'll be in the same drawer as the shaving kit."
Once it is clear that the stage crew is operating smoothly, Millech returns to the catwalk, near to Cassian. Looking out at the audience through a decorative panel that lets you see them while remaining hidden, he comments, "Interestin' mix today." A pause, "Lord Nymmis came, which ain't surprising, but his sons did too, which is a little."
Cassian laughs, kissing her a final time. "We have a sex drawer."
He stops at the door, gives her one last look, a mixture of affection, of longing, and of course of lust. And he is gone.
Cassian resists the joke that pops into his head. Instead, he says, "The brothers Nymmis aren't normally theater fans, huh? Point them out to me?" As he looks at the relatives of his new lover, he tries to figure out if they're looking for someone taking advantage of their sister.
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There is a sharp intake of breath and Dentris jerks as the lash strikes him, his knuckles whiten as he grips the wood he is bound to. The veins in his neck stick out like chords and his eyes flash turning violet in anger. He growls through gritted teeth, " are stronger than any physical lash in your arsenal Magistrate, this old man as much as you wish. It will get you no closer to what you seek. Even if my Master had any compassion in his veins, as he has already espoused "
The hump rises and falls, "Not really theater people in general." Looks at Cassian with his old eyes, "But the father has made it a point to come to every production Ms. Nymmis was in... even when she was understudy and would probably not be on stage."
He points to a box, placed in an optimal spot to see the stage. There are three men, two who are just about the right age to have an eighteen-year old daughter and one who is clearly old enough to be their father. The older of the two is speaking quietly to the old man, not focused on Delour's singing in the least.
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Yuuki nods, "The emperor of Minkai." She shrugs, "Father really never talked about it much and we were only ever in Minkai for short stints when I was young."
Arata finishes chewing the bite, smiles at Yuuki and before answering Azhar's question. "Very tasty, I am willing to bet no one would guess the meat was from a wild boar." And while she rolls her eyes at the compliment, it doesn't hide the smile of pleasure at her hard work being noticed.
"Yes, Maam, this is truly delicious, thank you." He glances at Amaya, a question in his eyes. "I don't suppose it's possible to hope you've..." he bites his lower lip, decides it's too late to stop now. "learned as much from your mother in culinary skills as from your father in molding and blowing glass?" he asks a little hopefully.
Then, more to Azhar, "I remember her walking into my father's store front behind her father." A pause, a smile, "I was smitten and she completely ignored me."
"And how did you get her to notice you?"
"So either they showed up to see how the amateurs do, or they have some ulterior motive." He looks down at Calseinica, affection cut with something like curiosity. "Or our Miss Nymmis has a connection to what's going on beyond what I initially thought."
Cassian almost rushes off to spy on them, but looks down at the stage in frustration. Then, he has a sudden inspiration. "Rygel. Fetch me Fiosa, Mathalen, or Amaya. First one you find," he whispers.
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"Yes, Maam, this is truly delicious, thank you." He glances at Amaya, a question in his eyes. "I don't suppose it's possible to hope you've..." he bites his lower lip, decides it's too late to stop now. "learned as much from your mother in culinary skills as from your father in molding and blowing glass?" he asks a little hopefully.
Maybe it's the look in Yuuki's eyes, maybe it's that Arata starts laughing, either way Azhar knows the answer before Amaya replies. She looks at her mother, shoots her father a decidedly dirty look (which just makes him laugh harder). Shakes her head, "Nope. Not a thing. Burn water."
"And how did you get her to notice you?"
When he stops laughing at his slightly pink child, "Oh, took ages. Made a fool of myself." Smiling at his wife, both at the memory and the ongoing affection.
Millech nods in agreement to the first part of the statement, looking curiously at Cassian for the second, waiting but not expecting for the young man to elaborate.
The monkey dashes off on his little monkey errand, returned a while later with Mathalen. She climbs up the ladder, the monkey urging her along. Looks over at Cassian when she gets to the catwalk, quietly, amused, "Sadly, getting ordered around by the monkey is a step up from what I do most of the time." Raises an eyebrow with a small smile, "Now that I've been summoned, what do you need?"
A few minutes into the intermission, Mathalen carefully makes her way to the ladder leading to the catwalk, following a insistently motioning monkey.
Cassian nods toward the Asmodean priest. "That is the other new player. So they're here for one or the other. Or possibly both."
When Mathalen arrives, Cassian helps Rygel back up onto his shoulder. "See them?" Cassian indicates the Nymmis family. "They're the father and older brothers of Miss Calseinica Nymmis, who is even now setting both stage and loins on fire as Ilsandra. I know what you're thinking. So what? Of course the girl's family is here. And you'd be right about her father, but her brothers are not theater fans. They don't normally attend. Now, it's just possible that they've come to see Miss Nymmis in her first starring role, or there's something else going on. I have a nasty, suspicious mind. They might be here to see how we... and that includes your boyfriend... fare. Or they're here in connection to him." Cassian nods toward the Asmodean priest. "I need to keep an eye on him, so if he tries something, I can show him how funny people look when they try to walk with a severed spinal cord. So I need you to go spy on the Nymmis box and tell me what's going on."
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Maybe it's the look in Yuuki's eyes, maybe it's that Arata starts laughing, either way Azhar knows the answer before Amaya replies. She looks at her mother, shoots her father a decidedly dirty look (which just makes him laugh harder). Shakes her head, "Nope. Not a thing. Burn water."
Azhar swallows, a slightly contrite expression on his face, "Sorry." He mouths to her, as he briefly squeezes her fingers.
When he stops laughing at his slightly pink child, "Oh, took ages. Made a fool of myself." Smiling at his wife, both at the memory and the ongoing affection.
"As badly as I just did?" Azhar smiles ruefully, "So her father stopped by your father's shop on a fairly regular basis then...or did you change your circumstances?"
Azhar continues to eat in between his questions.
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Gravlax nods slowly, a shy smile creeping out. "Yes, I think that's the only way to be certain. A session of grappling that we won't tell any paladins about -- just to be on the safe side."
Gravlax does not run away. He shifts his arms slightly to more carefully secure her -- so that she cannot run away, either. Gravlax makes a small noise of contentment.
"Yes," he says solemnly. "Best kiss it again while it's still attached."