For Alisia the Winter solstice meant many things, but one of them was money. Oh, there was the darkness being driven back by the light, the renewal of peace over the world, that sort of thing, but Alisia liked to think of herself as a practical woman. Growing up on the street where the next meal was uncertain would do that to a person.<br/><br/>As the music pauses Alisia takes an opportunity to fetch herself a drink for her dry throat while awaiting the appearance of the goddess. And that's when things started to go wrong. At first she could feel nothing but confusion as the eclipse starts to slowly spread over the sun. It seemed antithetical to celebration, but outside of a feeling of unease she had nothing else to go on. But then the real terror made itself known to her and all the other onlookers as the beloved goddess was revealed....captive in the grasp of her most bitter enemy!<br/><br/>The sight before her was too much for her mortal mind to withstand. Seeing Lux defeated was bad enough, but her ancient foe was doing more then that. Alisia was unable to tear her gaze away as she watched the goddess be defiled by Tenebrax, violated in a mind shattering display that she was forced to watch. For a moment even she felt like she was being violated as well, the sobbing bard hugging her arms around herself as she can practically feel her own being being entered, explored in a sickening fashion. Unable to bear it her mind went blank, trapped in a fugue state, the poor bard left a gibbering mess in her temporary madness.<br/><br/>She was one of the lucky ones though, her mind strong enough to finally return to the present, with the sensation that many minutes must have passed while she was mentally absent. Her body was covered in a cold sweat, and even more disturbing was the sensation of wetness between her legs that was more then could be chalked up to mere perspiration. In the face of immediate danger she had little time to swell on this though, Alisia dashing to where she had left her bag nearby. Her nature once again comes to her aid, as she had left her rapier with her gear instead of stowing the weapon. Snatching up her things she went to escape, but there were several shambling remnants of men approaching, and she drew her blade in anticipation...<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">Roll Result: schnookums rolled: 1d20, adding 7 to the total<br/>Comment: Charisma Save<br/>Result: 7,<br/>Total: 14<br/><br/>Roll Result: schnookums rolled: 1d20, adding 3 to the total<br/>Comment: Initiative<br/>Result: 19,<br/>Total: 22</div></div>