Location: Fane of Lolth<br/><hr/><br/>Having recently returned from a surface raid; a drow male warrior; a bit taller than the priestesses around him was busy securing a truly terrified and bloody young female drow in priestess garb onto the black, spider silk laced Altar of Lolth.  The young priestess dressed in a torn open robe marking her as a worshipper of the Dark Maiden: Elistraee was clearly terrifed of the tall, darkly handsome drow warrior that stood over her glaring at her with fierce pale green eyes, as he held up a hand to signal a quartet of drow bards versed in the ancient dark songs of Lolth. Soon a dark, dramatic sound began to echo as Kel'Afien set this woman's death to be during a mockery of the music her own Deity so loved.  The priestess next to him handed him a ceremonial Dagger, with the crossguard shaped liek a spider's legs; his status as a Lolth-touched earned him a good deal of respect from the priestesses despite being masculine in nature.<br/><br/>The captive had been one just slightly weaker than himself; but he'd thoroughly cowed her through powerful intimidation. Utilizing the teaching of Lolth: Fear is a weapon unto itself; sharper than steel and just as deadly.  She'd been captured during a raid to annihilate a sect of Vhaeraun worshippers whom planned to sacrifice her as well; but Kel'Afien had charmed her magically and got her to willingly join them until the spell wore off but by then: he was able to thoroughly terrify her. He'd also been torturing her for the last day or so, using a special device he'd procured for just such an occasion; he'd physically extracted the essence of her pain and fear into a special magical component.<br/><br/>Kel'Afien was versed in sacrificial rites; having studied them in his early years.  He'd conduct the rite of sacrifice the way it should be done, the best he could manage.  With one quick downward thrust, he bured the blade up to it's hilt into her chest, her pained begging for her life turned into screams of agony  echoing out as the music died off so all of the dozen or so Lolthites could hear it. As the blade stole her life; the last thing she'd see was Kel'Afien holding her own holy symbol and crushing it under his mighty grip and tossed it aside like the garbage it was.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">If it's alright. Xhyri could come in just as it begins and all.</div></div><br/>