<em>The archmage Riset glares over the tied up Delvers, walking between the tables on which they are held.  The fight was a bloody one, a harsh one.  His dark, eldritch blade had found purchase many a time and his nets of firey inky black cut and twisted.  Dead by the door lie Burnar, Ayca, that singing gnome guy. But now he has the Delvers.  Secure.  Safe.  Ready for his vengeance.<br/><br/>"You thought you could get away with biting me on the dick, Nuria?  You fool.  Your cult turned on you, your every friend set you out or failed to come to your aid.  You know what happens now."<br/><br/>He leans in close, malice and hatred on his face, "I'm going to grow you a dick.  And then... I'm going to bite it."<br/><br/>Lightning crashes outside the window and his mad cackling fills the air as he takes out his own dick, slapping it against Nuria's forehead.  Bound and gagged, she can do nothing to stop as his spell begins to set in.<br/><br/>"Soon.  I will bite."</em>