<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/xWvVE62.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Hectavia Koth (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1743167)</span></strong><br/>________________________</div><br/>Hectavia's body jerked with the imagined landing against the altar. Her chest heaved with short, sharp panting breaths and her eyes scanned her surroundings with a frantic energy. No sign of her violation remained. Her body was unscathed and unsoiled, though she all too well remembered the feeling of it against her. Not the just the sensation, though, but her reaction: in fear and awe, she had opened her mouth to the rain of vile black semen, her tongue, pointed devils tongue unfurling. The searing heat of corrupt, omnipotent seed coating her face in its inkiness was still present in her memory. Slender fingers touched to her cheeks; there's no wetness or stickiness there. Shame and anger at her reaction filled Hectavia.<em>I am no one's slave.</em>But words cannot change the brutal truth.<br/><br/>She rose to her feet, holding the newfound grimoire gingerly in her hands. The pages turned at a touch. The grotesque imagery there makes the tiefling grit her teeth. It made real her suffering and her begging. To see in solid black ink the graphic depiction of her body being torn apart and then forced to worship the devil lord... "Enough," she spoke aloud, her voice hot with anger. Only now, that anger was made manifest in her hands. With a snarl, Hectavia pointed a finger outward at the signpost below the altar. A crackling bolt of infernal power rends the air.<em>Yes! Yes. Thank you, My Lord.</em><br/><br/>Looking down over her body, Hectavia tested out another of her newfound powers. Wafting a hand across her breast, she conjures up shimmering black silk and matching obsidian jewels. Not real, of course, rather the protection granted to loyal servants of the Hells made physical and tangible.<br/><br/>There was nothing more for the warlock at the altar. Her red eyes scanned the horizon. Each path held risks and opportunities alike. But, she decided, there was no point in hiding from the barbarians of this place. Best to confront them directly, to see if they might prove an asset of an enemy. And so she sets out for the village along the coast.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">She's casting an Eldritch Blast at the sign, purely for flavour, and then using her False Life invocation to give herself 8 temporary HP. <br/><br/>As stated, she's heading for the village.</div></div>