George
Tanyth Carven 
Caverns of gorangrad

Tanyth gazed at the woman, eyes searching for any proof this was false... That it wasn't real. But she could see nothing, and this woman was in need of help. 

Crying women always made her weak, her gauntlets hit the floor with a thud followed by her chest piece, which appeared to be little more than the front half of a cuirass strapped to a leather harness. 

Slowly she removed her armor, then her clothes. Finally she was ready for the ritual, she was strikingly beautiful in the torch light. Her olive skin was stretched over firm muscle that was protected by a layer of fat that gave her a little chub in her belly but beautifully accented her wide hips and ample bosom. "Well, Valeria, you certainly make a convincing case." She said sweetly as she stepped past the woman and into the water, from behind Valeria would be able to see the physical proof of Tanyth's suffering. 

The back of her thighs, her firm rump and back were covered in scars from whippings. They were heaviest on her back, where it looked as if there was no skin that was not scar tissue, the sloppy scars on her rump and legs were a testament to her former Masters' laziness and were far fewer. She stood in the middle of the pool and turned to face Valeria, waiting for whatever came next.
Joyce
Caverns of Gorangrad

 

Valeria appeared relieved as she saw Tanyth prepare herself. The healer attempted to keep her gaze away from the mercenary, failing miserably. 
She was still blushing when she began to prepare the ritual, setting candles and herbs around the edges of the natural pool.

She began chanting in an ancient tongue, walking into the whater slowly, she hesitated before resting her hand on Tanyth's chest.

Caverns of Gorangrad

 

Stern shook his head "No more killing, not by your hand." He growled as he followed the tunnel.
He froze in place once again as he looked into the much bigger room.

A temple carved into the cave and lit by green light was hosting at least thirty hooded figures. On an altar on the other side of the temple was resting a naked body. It was too far for Stern to define who it was, but he was certain that it was a woman. 
Next to the stone altar was standing a figure, chanting in an ancient tongue vaguely similar to the language of Stern's tribe. All the attention of the people in the hall was on the altar, an opportunity Stern took to move quietly to the side, getting closer, still hidden by boulders.
George
Tanyth Carven,
Caverns,of Gorangrad

Tanyth stood quietly, watching Valeria with a small smile. "You are so shy... It's quite cute," She mused as she watched and waited for something to happen... To feel something. 

Weren't you supposed to feel something during a cleansing? The presence of a god... Right? She was a little worried that maybe this wouldn't work, due to her lack of belief. She'd hate to disappoint the poor darling.
Joyce
Caverns of Gorangrad

Valeria looked away "Y... You're just... It's hard to concentrate...".
She straightened her back, guiding Tanyth's hand on her heart, creating a link.
Warmth began to emanate from the healer's hand, flowing through the body of the mercenary.

" Ver molos faerah mirni"

She then kept repeating the phrase into a chant as her hand began to glow of a green light.
George
Tanyth Carven,
Caverns of Gorangrad

Her skin was soft, smooth to the touch, Tanyth was a little jealous of her. The mercenary's own skin was rough and scarred, her hands calloused and hard. 

The words were lost on her, though the felt familiar... Something in her recognized them in some way or another. The green light made her feel a sudden burst of distrust and suspicion... But she pushed it away. She couldn't keep acting like this, she would never have allies if she kept everyone at arms length.
Esther
Mirian Trunth, Caverns of Gorangrad

Mirian pouted and stomped her foot lightly, but followed close behind him. She couldn't see the naked woman, but she could see all of the hooded figures, and she could hear the chanting. She continued to stick close to Stern to make sure she didn't get them caught.
Joyce
Caverns of Gorangrad

Valeria's lips perked into a smile as the warmth emitted by her hand turned into a sharp, stinging cold. The embrace Tanyth was turned into the cold bindings of chains on her naked skin.

The chanting grew more intense as darkness began to engulf the mercenary and the healer.

Then...

Stern roared in anger as he recognized the woman on the altar as Tanyth. The greenskin dashed between the now confused cultists, elbowing and punching in a burst of unstoppable anger. The figure near the altar paced backwards before being hit by a dagger tossed by the paladin. The hood revealed an old woman, very few hair on her head and a nose similar to an eagle's beak.

As the commotion increased, the hunter had managed to climb where the altar was and was now keeping the cultists away with rapid thrusts of his spear. 

"FACE ME, YOU BLASPHEMOUS WORSHIPPERS OF EMPTY IDOLS, FOR I HAVE COME TO BRING THE RIGHTEOUS ANGER OF MAE AND REN UPON YOU ALL"

The darkness around the mercenary faded to dust as the powerful voice of the paladin woke her up. She was tied to a stone altar, the mark of a black hand was burnt on her chest. 

As for Mirian, she was safely hidden behind the rock formations of the cavern.
George
Tanyth Carven,
Caverns of Gorangrad

As she came to Tanyth began to laugh, "I FUCKING KNEW IT! I knew that shit was too good to be real!" Her laugh became almost maniacal as she strained against the bindings. "Where's Mirian?! Where is my child!?" She roared as she struggled, trying with all her might to break her bonds so she could set upon the cultists.

Her dark brown eyes searched the torch-lit cavern for Mirian and for her equipment... But all she could see were cultists and Stern's back. She didn't care that she was naked, shame was something she'd never had, all she cared about at present was ripping through the cultists.
Esther
Mirian Trunth, Caverns of Gorangrad.

She peaked out from behind the rock, spotting Tanyth and the Cultists.
"Oh-"
She said to herself, her cheeks growing deep crimson as she saw Tanyth. It was, after all, her first time seeing something of that nature. She peeked back up and looked at the Cultists, studying their positions and their focus on Stern. She popped out from behind the rock and in one quiet and swift move, hopped up and buried her axe into one of the Cultist's neck. She struggled to rip it out, but did, and ran up to Stern to watch his back side.
"I'm sorry-!"
She squeaked out, her cheek splattered with the Cultist's blood.
Joyce
Stern Logarsh, caverns of Gorangrad

The hunter snarled at the child, kicking one of the men from the altar onto the others and snatched the axe off the girl's hands. An arrow reached his back, hitting behind his shoulder. The paladin's crimson eyes went on Tanyth as he cut of the bindings and rested his spear on her chest. 

**"Stay with Tanyth, child"**

A growl of animalistic fury followed the order as Stern ripped his robes off himself, trew them at Tanyth and leaped into the cultists. 
No longer bound to protect he let go of his self imposed calm, revealing his true nature.
The blade of the axe was a mere addition to the already dangerous warrior.
Limbs and heads were laying in a pool of blood as the screams of fear echoed throuout the temple.

**"Vor lokosh mazadd fehod Mogaradd!!"**

The warcry of the paladin sent shivers through the spines of both cultists and allies.
George
Tanyth Carven,
Caverns of Gorangrad

Tanyth laughed heartily as Mirian scampered over to them, "My little one! Oh, you are safe, sweet child." She flung off her bonds the moment they were cut and quickly tied the torn robes around herself to hide her nudity, she took up his spear and knelt down beside Mirian.

She kissed the child gently on the forehead, "I'm so happy to see you, Mirian." She whispered before flipping the spear around and putting it's silver point through a cultist's chest just as he raised his sgortsword to strike her down. She picked up the cultist' shortsword and pressed it into Mirian's hands, "Kill only in self defense... And not around stern, he wants badly for you to be a child. But I will teach you to fight, do not worry." She gave her one more forehead kiss before she spun around, bringing the spear around her shoulders to the other hand in one fluid motion so she could use the force gathered to slash the throats of three more cultists. 

The paladin's war cry made her grin, oh how she loved a proper rage-fueled blood bath. Tanyth gripped the spear in one hand, her movements as graceful at at dancer as she twirled, thrusting atsnd slashing with the spear equally. 

She caught one man in the chin with the pommel of the spear and, as he was reeling back she drove the spear head through his chin and out the top of his head.

She had yet to stray more than twenty feet away from Mirian, clearly intent to protect the child she'd become attached to.
Esther
Mirian Trunth, Caverns of Gorangrad.

Mirian gave a big hearty grin as Tanyth sprung up and gave her a kiss on the head. She took the shortsword and nodded.
"Only in self defense."
She repeated back to herself. She held the sword just as she would the axe, as she had no experience with any weapon but the axe. She let out an adorable war cry as a Cultist approached her, and got his hand cut off as he lunged to attack her. She hopped up and grabbed the Cultist by his robe and thrusted the sword through his neck.
Joyce
Stern Logarsh, Caverns of Gorangrad

The greenskin was unstoppable, cleaving flesh all around him, each injury the cultist were able to inflict had no effect on him as his affinity to rage was a bond much greater than a human's attachment to faith or a purpose. Stern's true self was a warmonger, a brawler... A creature of destruction. A weapon the Order was too afraid to leave alone for too long.

As the last man fell, the hunter's crimson eyes locked onto the mercenary and the child. His first instinct was to leap forward and harm them, yet the more he looked at the child, the quicker his rage faded, leaving just exhaustion and the pain derived from the injuries, none of wich had been too severe. 
Bodies were laying all around him. Stern groaned in pain as he began to stumble towards Tanyth and Mirian. 

He was visibly tired, having mutilated and fought nearly twenty men on his own. As he checked that the two weren't injuried he looked around and, after locating the effigy of the god the cultists worshipped, he pushed it so it could fall and shatter on the ground. His body looked like bronze under the dim light of the torches.

"We must leave this place at once."
He looked back at Tanyth, focusing on the black mark on her chest. He growled to himself. "We will have to talk."

He then headed towards the only other exit, which was composed by a stairway carved inti the rock and dirt of the cave. He could see natural light at the end of the stairs.
Esther
Mirian Trunth, Caverns of Gorangrad.

Mirian wiped the Cultist's blood off the blade and turned to Stern. Her beautiful copper-coloured eyes were off-set by the blood splattered across her face, and the blade in her hand. She grabbed on to Tanyth's hand and watched Stern.
George
Tanyth Carven, 
Caverns of Gorangrad

Tanyth had been having a ball, really, only fifteen or so lay dead around her and she was leaning against the spear quietly watching Mirian when Stern knocked over the statue and approached. "I'm so proud," She said with a little smile before turning her head to look at Stern. "You notice that hand print to?" She said in reference to where his gaze drifted, it worried her but not terribly so. It likely had something to do with magic and Stern almost certainly had a way of doing away with it. "Mirian, child, let's go. Stern is gonna get us out of here... Hopefully we find my stuff along the way." She mused, she gently squeezed Mirian's hand, "I'm proud of you darling, you handled the blade well. I think it's far better sized for you than that big axe." Her tone eld excitement and pride as she walked after Stern, holding Mirian's hand.

Today was a productive day, they destroyed a cult and Tanyth had apparently adopted a daughter who showed a great deal of potential as a warrior.