<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cGqbHm4.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Brihe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14252045#msg14252045)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:   Slave Pen to platform<br/><strong>Content</strong>:  Very explicit language, a fight to the death<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  GM, other players(vaguely)<br/><hr/><br/>Brihe was a little less than pleased when she didn't get a proper response out of the pretty thing before they were forced to move forward.  And while Brihe loved to talk and be difficult, she knew that right now was not the time unless she was interested in getting a beating.  So she kept her mouth shut as they were led out.  Five days into her imprisonment, she knew the path well enough that she didn't truly need the guards, nor did she need any assistance in crossing the bridges, though she was careful to watch her footing lest a stray movement find her in a situation she didn't wish to be in, namely falling off of said bridge.  Finally, they reached the platform where she knew they would be divided off to their jobs.  And as she waited, she wondered what sort of fresh hell the bastard Jorlan had in store for her.  Most likely some sort of physical labor given her strength.<br/><br/>She watched as one by one, the others were sent off to clean, the pretty thing getting the relatively easy task of cleaning and serving the men, most likely for the sole reason that she was pretty and they wished to see her.  Then the elf was set to perhaps the most degrading of tasks, cleaning the latrines, a thought that made even Brihe feel a hint of sympathy for the girl.  But not enough that she would do anything to interfere.  And finally, the boy was sent to gather bluecaps with a quaggoth watching him.  That soon left only Brihe there and she stood silent and unmoving as Jorlan circled her, his eyes looking her barely covered form over and she knew what thoughts were through his mind.  But she did not react to his words at first, only moving when she was beckoned forward and her manacles were removed.  Her eyes narrowed in suspicion at this, but they quickly came to understanding when she realized what the foul man had in store.  "I break your pet," she replied with a laugh, "And then Brihe break you too."  Turning away from Jorlan, she prepared to fight.<br/><br/>At the beckoning of its master, the quaggoth didn’t waste a second as it charged towards the white-haired surface woman. Its claws bared, it slashed at at her neck, aiming for an early killing blow.  Brihe managed to avoid the first set of claws, but the second got her across the shoulder, opening a series of shallow cuts.  Growling with anger, Brihe moves in and delivers a stiff right hand that catches the quaggoth in its jaw.<br/><br/>The beast roared in pain and recoiled back; It paused for a moment and spit out a sharp, long tooth, before it dived at Brihe, attempting to drag her down to the ground and flay the flesh from her bone, but the beast’s lunge came up just short.  Brihe moved quickly, getting herself out of the way of the wild lunge before she delivered a kick, aiming for the same place that she had punched before, but missing and striking the beast in the shoulder.<br/><br/>Watching from a safe distance, Jorlan cursed at the quaggoth’s latest clumsy attack.<strong>”<em>On your feet, you pathetic worm!</em>”</strong>The monstrosity felt the pain of her powerful kick as it landed against the meat of its shoulder, fortunate that she hadn’t punted its head off. The creature rolled to the side, pushing itself off of the ground with its huge clawed hands, and barreled towards Brihe once again. The quaggoth lowered its right shoulder and slammed into her, and brought its left claw down against her ribs, and shrieked with delight as its claws became wet with her blood.  A cry of pain was ripped from her mouth as she felt her skin torn and the pain washed over her.  But with gritted teeth, she delivered the point of her elbow right into the back of the beast’s skull to knock it back just enough for her to escape it’s grip, one arm moving to cover her now bleeding midsection.<br/><br/>The quaggoth stepped back and gave a fierce shake of its shaggy head to clear its senses. Now though, it had tasted her blood, and it would not rest until it feasted on her carcass. The beast rushed at Brihe and shoved her back, pressing her back against one of the stalactite barracks. Its huge jaws snapped inches away from her face as it tried to tear out her throat.  Brihe’s hands came up and managed to grab the jaws of her foe, stepping them from tearing a chunk out of her body.  “FUCK YOU!” she shouted as she felt her Rage filling her body and she delivered a nasty headbutt right to the front of the quaggoth’s skull.<br/><br/>She was rewarded with a satisfying<em>crack</em>ing noise as the monster reeled back several paces before it toppled over. Jorlan took a step forward, thrilled at the sight of blood streaming down the front of the servile creature’s face; His guards were perhaps a bit more cautious, as they thumbed the triggers of their hand crossbows, prepared to put the barbarian woman down if she focused her rage elsewhere. The quaggoth, dizzied, staggered to its feet and waved a claw defensively in front of itself, warding the woman away as it tried to clear its vision.  Sensing her enemy weakened, she advanced recklessly, fist raised to strike once more, but before she could make impact, an errant claw nearly caught her and she was forced to roll away without striking, a curse filling the air as she moved back to her feet, ready for more.<br/><br/>It could smell the difference in her. Furious like a wounded animal, the quaggoth could sense the sudden increase of danger, raising the hackles on the back of its furry neck as it adopted a more defensive posture. As the quaggoth cautiously ambled side to side, seeking an opening, Jorlan shouted,<strong>”<em>Kill her! Or I will kill you</em>.”</strong>While not a slave like Brihe, the quaggoth was bound by its master's orders, and had no choice but to advance on her again. It raked both hands across her belly, and caught her with its right, though it was little more than a shallow, glancing blow. The glancing blow barely registered with Brihe as she sensed the creature’s fear and attacked once more, lowering her body and driving her shoulder deep into its midsection, forcing the beast back several feet before it would finally topple over onto it’s back, the impact allowing Brihe to deliver another vicious fist to the face of the beast.<br/><br/>The impact to the quaggoth’s midsection hadn’t been well defended, and the monster squealed in pain as ribs cracked beneath the blow. Furthermore, the fist to the face had shattered one of its orbital sockets, giving the beast a hideous, single-eyed gaze as it stared up at Brihe with a sudden madness. Its sentience seemingly burned away by desperation, it charged madly at her, clearly attacking without regard to its own safety, attacking with such savage strength that it nearly beheaded the human if she had been closer by mere inches.  A roar of pure rage echoed from the throat of Brihe as she was felt the wind of those claws just narrowly miss her face and neck.  But she was fearless as she met its charge with her own, ducking under it’s flailing arms before she came up and delivered an uppercut right under the chin, the knuckles in her hand cracking with the impact as she could sense her foe was faltering and sought to claim it’s life with her bare hands.<br/><br/>Such a powerful strike should have taken the quaggoth to its knees; Indeed, weaker blows had felled the monster more than once mere moments earlier, but the creature proved to be frighteningly resilient as it remained standing. A mere heartbeat passed as the creature staggered backwards a step, and barely considered its shattered jaw as it took Brihe by the shoulders and slammed her to the ground. In an instant, the quaggoth was on top of her, slashing viciously at her face and throat, scoring deep gouges into her pretty skin. The beast heard the familiar sound of blood bubbling forth from the lips of its prey; She would be dead soon, and the creature would suck the marrow from her bones before too long.<strong>”Such a shame,”</strong>muttered Jorlan as he took a few steps closer, ready to slay the beast to keep it from ruining her corpse.<br/><br/>Pain tore through her body as she felt the claw dig deep into her face and the side of her neck.  She knew that she had mere moments before she would lose too much blood and be counted among the fallen in this dark place.  But she would not go out without a fight and as her head was turned by the blow, her eyes lighted on the fang she had knocked out of the creature’s jaw in the early stages of the fight.  Grabbing onto it, she let out a shriek that was one part rage, nine parts pain and drove it deep into the beast’s skull and into it’s brain.  She knew from the sudden feeling of limpness above her that her blow had struck true  With a mighty heave, she would push the now dead corpse off her body and turn to look at Jorlan.  “Fuck your pet.  No match for Brihe.”  And she would laugh as she lay there, ready to embrace death if that was what awaited her.