<hr/><hr/><strong>Katyin Deadcaste</strong><br/>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/4ERgdXbsmall.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"How did I get here?"  the girl winces at the memory, not at her chains this time.  "They took me while I was weakened.  I was just starting to heal from my wounds."  She straightens her back, receiving a flash of pain from the still-fresh 'x' cut into her back... a lashing of blades, a mark of victory and intimidation.  "This poison they use, to keep me dull.  Darts."  She curses softly in her native slang.  "I demanded to face their champion."  Looking up, shadows course over her countenance like water, and she gives a dry smile.  "They declined."<br/><br/>Scooting back along the stone, she sits again, stretching her arms across her breasts one after the other, then over each shoulder to limber up the stiff muscles.  The haze was fading fast... she hoped that it would be completely gone soon enough.  "I want to feed them enough of that poison to stop their coward hearts... preferably in a concoction mixed in their severed skull-tops."  She sniffs, frustration at her futility apparent.  "Gods why don't they get on with it."<br/><br/>