<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i47.tinypic.com/359idsp.jpg)</div><em>Her eyes closed his voice seemingly coming from inside her taunting the inner most reaches of her insanity riddled conscious. She tried to lift her hands, but found they would not lift. Her face held an incredulous look, as if she was seeing into the beyond. There was fear there, the Queen in her brought low, the rage beginning to simmer. Her head jerked up, and eyes fully opened, blazing green and full of anger as she stared at the cause of her anguish, the being taunting her from the very reaches of her mind. <br/><br/><strong>“But she won’t even let you die quickly.... I hope she’s worth the suffering. I won’t let you die either. I can end your suffering.  Are you cold, Maeryn? I will bring fire to this place. Do you wish to see the blood of your guards pouring like rivers into the abyss? Do the bindings hurt your wrists more and more every day?”</strong><br/><br/>The words rippled through her like a spell. She yanked her hands up finally, showing them to the man. Her words whispered out into the abyss she was bound over, seemingly to no one, as they filled the air like a fervent prayer. <br/><br/>"They hurt, they hurt, they hurt...Kill them all, fire, blood... all of them for betraying me..they hurt THEY HURT." <br/><br/>Repeating it, as if she would not feel the burn of the ropes if she continued to chant, rant and scream. Her eyes went wide and she stared down into the chasm her bruised face showing confusion as she finally shut her eyes again. She could see herself then. at the edge of the cliff, her tormentor inches from her face. But it was all a dream wasn't it? Wasn't it??!! His words so deathly sweet to her ears, green eyes lambent and flickering with memories of a life lived for a Goddess that forsake her.  <br/><br/><strong>“Ask me what you would ask of Her. And I will answer.”</strong><br/><br/>A giggle ripped from dry cracked bloodied lips. A shiver wracked her body, her eyes rolled to the whites and she jerked on the pole the Orcs had her bound to. Her voice was deadly sweet speaking to the cavern below. In her minds eye, she leaned forward towards the man her lips a whisper in his ear. <br/><br/>"I ask her for vengeance, in her name and glory.. Bloody death to those who doubt her. I ask Hahrutyne. Give me vengeance."</em><br/>