<strong>Diadra Starborn</strong><br/><br/>I mentally howl at the beatings I'm forced to inflict on others, my movements almost like those of a golem or undead, mechanical in nature.  And her comments had me seething with both rage and fear, of being this<em>imposter's</em>toy to play with.  The idea of being a slave was horrifying, and not something I wanted, but I couldn't do<em>anything.</em><br/><br/>Her kiss made me flush with rage, and a trickle of fear threaded through me at the thought of what 'presents' she might have in mind.  The slap was merely insulting after everything else.  But I could do nothing but obey, turning and charging toward the demon silently, actually trying to help out this time...I wanted to kill<em>something,</em>after all.<br/><br/>((Charge + Power Attack, Attack 13+22=35.  Damage: 31, 2 fire, 10 holy.))