Emila looks down at the pathetic sight of the woman licking the drug from the floor and she reflects upon the fact that her own journey towards true death cannot be anywhere near complete if she takes such a simple pleasure in this. Still being the caring soul she is she will help others before she hekps herself. She reaches down and pulls the wreck of a woman up of her feet by the hair.
"Now if you follow us quietly and don't make a fuss there is more for you but you must be a good girl."
She sets her down on her feet and turns to Durwin. She whispers softly into his ear.
"We are taking your wife to a hospice to get her treatment. If anyone stops us this is what you will tell them. Then you will say we must hurry she is not well. Follow me."
She leads them out of the house and into the hive to one of the surviving dens.
Dark Business In The Hive
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The woman struggles in Emila's grip, wants to try to suck up the last few drops of the substance she desires and needs but then follows meekly.
Of course the dominated man nods, understanding what story he shall repeat and walks close behind her.
But while the Hivers watch noone approaches them. Some are whispering which each other but noone wants trouble- and those Sun Priests are the nice guys, right?
Emila leads them deeper into the Hive and down into the tunnels below- past an illusionary wall until she arrives at a heavy, warded door. There the guards stop her, one slowly drawing his sword.
"You are lost priestess. Go back up into the light. There is nothing for you down here."
Of course the dominated man nods, understanding what story he shall repeat and walks close behind her.
But while the Hivers watch noone approaches them. Some are whispering which each other but noone wants trouble- and those Sun Priests are the nice guys, right?
Emila leads them deeper into the Hive and down into the tunnels below- past an illusionary wall until she arrives at a heavy, warded door. There the guards stop her, one slowly drawing his sword.
"You are lost priestess. Go back up into the light. There is nothing for you down here."
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Emila inwardly curses the amount to which her own involvement in this is hidden. Still better safe than sorry.
"Tarvins bid me return these he is most upset you have lost them. Of course I cannot stop you if you turn me away, but he is expecting my arrival and will be displeased if I am late."
"Tarvins bid me return these he is most upset you have lost them. Of course I cannot stop you if you turn me away, but he is expecting my arrival and will be displeased if I am late."
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"Tarvins, huh?" The man hesitates- but then shrugs. "It is alright then I suppose. Just go in."
He opens the door, informs the guard inside and Emila enters.
It is a small, vaulted room, reeking of pain and the sweet scent of the drug that is harvested here.
Addicts both scared and enticed by the promise of the drug are huddling in a corner- those under the influence of the drug following ther carnal desires, those without awaiting what will come trembling. They are broken, slaves to their addiction, living only for the next dose.
The woman whimpers with both excitement and fear- she knew a place like this, she knows what will happen and Emila feels the dominated man's mind recoil in shock, his fear almost overwehlming him.
He opens the door, informs the guard inside and Emila enters.
It is a small, vaulted room, reeking of pain and the sweet scent of the drug that is harvested here.
Addicts both scared and enticed by the promise of the drug are huddling in a corner- those under the influence of the drug following ther carnal desires, those without awaiting what will come trembling. They are broken, slaves to their addiction, living only for the next dose.
The woman whimpers with both excitement and fear- she knew a place like this, she knows what will happen and Emila feels the dominated man's mind recoil in shock, his fear almost overwehlming him.
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Noting the reaction Emila places an arm in her shoulder. She whispers into her ear.
"Oh yes, I promised you more. And more you shall have there is plenty."
Her eyes fall on the dominated Durwin and she gestures to the pain extractor.
"Hook him up I am sure you know how."
"Oh yes, I promised you more. And more you shall have there is plenty."
Her eyes fall on the dominated Durwin and she gestures to the pain extractor.
"Hook him up I am sure you know how."
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She does know how it is done and she does not even hesitate- her feelings for him, her care not mattering for her in her drug fuled madness.
He cannot resist as she leads him to the chair, drops the still twitching victim that occupied it to the ground, kicking it repeatedly to make her crawl away.
Emila feels his disbeliev, his utter horror and fear as his own beloved wife fixes him to this vile torture machine and throws him into a world of pain.
He cannot resist as she leads him to the chair, drops the still twitching victim that occupied it to the ground, kicking it repeatedly to make her crawl away.
Emila feels his disbeliev, his utter horror and fear as his own beloved wife fixes him to this vile torture machine and throws him into a world of pain.
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Emila hisses in triumph as she watches like a proud parent.
"Yes! Take what you need. You might feel you love him, that you fear hurting him but remember such emotions are a hinderence they will only hold you back. Cast them aside and join us."
She realized that this was just the first step, she would strip away all the woman's needs wants and desires. She would crush all will ego and identity until all that remained was the hunger for the drug, and then in the act if making her undead she would remove the desire for that too placing her charge firmly on the path to truedeath. Admist the desperate screams and whimpers of the addicts could be heard peals of Emila's laughter.
"Yes! Take what you need. You might feel you love him, that you fear hurting him but remember such emotions are a hinderence they will only hold you back. Cast them aside and join us."
She realized that this was just the first step, she would strip away all the woman's needs wants and desires. She would crush all will ego and identity until all that remained was the hunger for the drug, and then in the act if making her undead she would remove the desire for that too placing her charge firmly on the path to truedeath. Admist the desperate screams and whimpers of the addicts could be heard peals of Emila's laughter.
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The woman does not follow Emila's words, does not understand her intent or what is happening.
Part of her personality has been lost a long time ago, stripped away by the addiction and repeated torture and what remains are only the most basic, animalistic sides.
The dominated man however realizes fully what is going on, his body spasming and twisting as the machine fulfuills its duty, distilling his suffering into the red, thick liquid that started it all- and Emila's laughter adds to his despair.
Part of her personality has been lost a long time ago, stripped away by the addiction and repeated torture and what remains are only the most basic, animalistic sides.
The dominated man however realizes fully what is going on, his body spasming and twisting as the machine fulfuills its duty, distilling his suffering into the red, thick liquid that started it all- and Emila's laughter adds to his despair.
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She watches the woman harvest her fill, watches her drain everything until Durwin has nothing left. She waits for her to be done injecting the drug, for her to fall into a drugged stupor. Then reaching to the pain extractor she takes the body of Durwin down and forcing her fingers into his many wounds she covers her hands with his blood using it to draw a circle and glyphs. Reaching into her bag she takes powdered obsidian scattering over the slumbering woman. She chants prayers in abyssal infusing her subject with negative energy. At the height of her ritual she pulls the symbol of Pelor from her neck and tramples it into the mess of blood and crushed gems.
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The others present members of the pain pit are surprised to see her performing this rutual- a ritual only a select few of them are trained in and even fewer suceeded performing.
But Emila's skill is far above theirs and she understands the ritual, knows what every bit of it does- and she is not just aping gestures and words that have no meaning for her.
The crushing of the symbol is a interesting addition and Emila feels a small surge of energy- the woman's gaunt bidy changing, the skin getting grey, the bleeding wounds drying up and she rises to her feet- powerful, aware but her eyes showing surprise.
"I.... I ... don't feel. I am.. free. What happened... who....?"
Emila saw creatures like her before- but this is... different somehow. (( Spellcraft, Lore, Spot, stuff (=whatever you think might help IDing what is different about her) ))
But Emila's skill is far above theirs and she understands the ritual, knows what every bit of it does- and she is not just aping gestures and words that have no meaning for her.
The crushing of the symbol is a interesting addition and Emila feels a small surge of energy- the woman's gaunt bidy changing, the skin getting grey, the bleeding wounds drying up and she rises to her feet- powerful, aware but her eyes showing surprise.
"I.... I ... don't feel. I am.. free. What happened... who....?"
Emila saw creatures like her before- but this is... different somehow. (( Spellcraft, Lore, Spot, stuff (=whatever you think might help IDing what is different about her) ))