((I rolled a fucking 2.))<br/><br/>Ariel lowered her eyes, unable to bring herself to face the dark prince before her. The screams of the creatures around her, the utter hopelessness of her situation was almost too much to bear. Her shame brought her from the height of her faith to the depths of fear. She could not face the creature, Graz'zt, but she forced herself to answer him, as was his command.<br/><br/>"My... m-my... haunches... I... my vows, I cannot...." A single tear rolled down the elf's cheek. Her companions barely knew her, they would not seek her out, even if they knew where to look. Her only hope was to die quickly, here at the whim of a demonic lord, or to simply wait in subservience until the collar was removed... perhaps then she could find some way to escape, a broken women.<br/><br/>""Please, you don't have to do this," she whimpered, her soft voice cracking, though she knew her words were without worth. Even though she was submitting, she could not tell him the mission of her allies -- all she could do was allow herself to be subjected.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>