Elta was still in a rather deep trance when she heard the rattling of chains and the creaking of metal. She looks around her 'fabricated' dream world, the wide field of Marigolds,as bright as Pelors love. There is nothing in the field that would make such a noise.  She starts to panic. Is there another horde coming? In ..her..vision?<br/><br/>Reluctantly she surmises she must take in the world around her, observing the hellish torture if only for a few moments.  It's about that time she cracks a single eye open, her vision glassy as she looks around. She sees a streak of blue, and then blood spattering from behind that sheen of blue.  She slowly opens her other eye and isntinctivly tugs at her shackles. When she finds them to be undone she brings her hands to her throat and notices the neck restraints are missing as well. She turns her neck slowly, her muscles aching , burning and screaming as she does so.   She was a bit..confused as to what was going on.  She eyes the large woman next to her,<span style="color: Orange"> <b>"Thankyou.."</b></span>she whispers , her voice hoarse and dry.  She looks down at the bleeding priest and the hunched over woman atop him. She scans the room for her armor...feeling.. ridiculously naked in the cloth scraps of modesty her captors provided.<br/><br/>She pushes her self off the rack and looks down to the bleeding priest. Elta had had enough of this, and while a pious woman, she could only be pushed -so- far. As her hulking , angry form closes in on the cleric...content to try to stomp his head into the hard stone floor, she is stopped by the sudden burst of fire.She narrows her eyes and takes it as a sign to let the priest bleed out and suffer. She looks around once more..surveying the room for a second time, seeing that her...companion in this prison was still alive and well.<br/><br/>She shakes her head as she addresses the muscular woman to her right.<b> <span style="color: Orange">"I don't know what you're doing here, but it is my strong recommendation that we leave this place..now."</span></b><br/><br/>The Cleric had enough of these 'priests' and their torture. She had no idea why -she- was left alive when she'd witnessed so many others killed with out a second thought.  She looks around to the party, scanning the room while looking for her armor.  Her hands move back to her thick dreadlocks and ties them back away from her face, she looks down to see just how nearly nude she is.  Only a loin cloth and a thick strip of cloth around her chest keep her modest.<b><span style="color: orange">"Right.  Someone be a dear and help find me some pants first."</span></b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>