Alaina screeches when the Mask disappears. She pulses a wave of energy and vaporizes every undead in the room.
COWARD! COWARD! I WILL SEE YOU DESTROYED!
The occupants of the room can almost feel the crushing force of whatever power possesses Alaina's body. She spins and disappears in a burst of blue-white energy. The pyramid begins to shake as if caught in a hurricaine. Large slabs of stone begin to fall from the throne room's ceiling.
Alaina ignores the roiling chaos that has erupted around her, focusing on the Mask. She sends pulse after pulse of Divine energy arcing through her whip to the raven. The power wraps her body in a fierce nimbus, standing her strawberry-blonde hair on end, the red locks twisting like snakes striking.
Alaina rises above the running lava, her eyes wreathed in an unholy glow. She gestures, and the many undead approaching her are blown to dust.
FOOL! You think you are safe because you didn't order their deaths? I FELT my charge's flesh rise to your jackal howl!
Alaina gestures and the zombies of the Club Calistria patrons ignite in a searing fire, burning to ash in seconds.
You are a skulker, a coward, a feaster on dead flesh! I shall make you regret ever crossing the Wasp Goddess ...
Alaina snaps her yellow-and-black chitinous whip at the raven, the barb sinking into his flesh. Arcane energy crackles along its length, wrapping the Mask in its power.
As the little deception play organizes, there is a sudden commotion at the entrance to the throne room. The ancient stone doors explode outward, peppering the crowd of undead with shards of rock.
A female form emerges from the dust cloud, dressed in a chainmail bikini. A large whip snaps and pops in her hand. Her eyes are a solid black color.
As she advances swarms of undead mob her. She screeches and the undead vaporize into dust.
The woman stands alone, a swirling gout of corpse dust settling about her. She turns to the Mask.
Alaina wrenches away
I FELT them all die! I FELT that b*tch kill them! Their blood poured out of every pore in their bodies! Then that sniveling zombie creature came by and STOLE THEIR CORPSES! I felt their flesh rise to his CALL!
She stands apart, her huge yellowjacket-colored whip trembling
NOTHING WILL EVER MAKE THIS ALL RIGHT! NOTHING!
Alaina runs to the omniportal and dives through it
Alaina turns to Lynora-Jill, her eyes opaque, her teeth bared in a snarl
Oh I am going to stop them. I am going to find those two and rend them into small pieces!
Alaina graps for her Wasp whip, the alien whip unfurling and snapping in her grip
THEY WILL DIE!
The Dalesman wrote:
Alaina smiles tiredly at Devlyn
Some Sake would be nice. I can't rest too long, the club's been without me and Acme for a long time. I hope the girls are OK. U think LJ and JH need some time to relax and sort through everything.
Has anyone heard from Acme since we left him in the Records Room?
More to kill b1tch.
Starts to lay into both copies with abandon, insectile whip snapping and striking with poisoned stinger into both Ashes.
Alaina showers after a long day of religious instruction and weapons training with the girls. She dabs a bit of Keoghtom's ointment on a red welt on her leg.
Ach those whip lashes hurt! She hisses as the ointment fades the welt
Emerging clean and refreshed, she pads to her closet and pulls out a green silk backless gown. Pulling on some nice pumps and a few bits of gold jewelry (as well as her new amulet from LJ) she descends to meet the crowds.
Morning all. I am feeling a bit better. The damage seems to be muscular not spinal so I will count that as a win
Alaina wakes up and rolls out of her bed. It has been hard trying to keep track of who is on who's side. It almost made her want to just chuck the whole thing and go back to drinking and dancing. However, there were people counting on her.
She pads to her closet and dresses in bikini, shorts and mesh top. Tying her red hair back in a pony tail, she looks in her full-length mirror at the odd tattoo she had gotten while trying to help the Tree Emperor.
What does it mean? She wonders
She jogs downstairs to lead her girls in their morning exercises
Alaina starts her day by dressing in formal priestesswear and doing a survey of the ground of her realm. Her altargirls follow along, holding censers, chanting liturgy and a host of other clerical things. She wards the realm with potent magics, trying her best to make sure that thse with bad intent will be shown. After a few hours she calls it off and flops down by the bar.
This is harder than I thought. I can't just bar evil, that's half my client base ...
Calling for a pot of tea, some muffins and a few magical codexes, she spreads out on a bistro table and begins researching.