<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/30738236/Arpee/Elliquiy/samedibust.jpg)</div><strong>Samedi Métayer</strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13577)<br/><strong>HP: </strong>19/19<strong>AC:</strong>15<strong>Touch: </strong>12<strong>Flat:</strong>13<strong>Rage: </strong>10/10<br/><hr/>Samedi had mere moments to assess the situation in the room before the self-proclaimed deity noticed her and spoke. Apart from the broken red-head, they were alone. Normally the barbarian would assume herself stronger than a mere elderly man dressed in robes meant more for comfort and ceremony than practicality, but this was Hagan. While he may not actually have been a god, the talk of how much power he actually held was spread far beyond this tower, his home terrain and also home to the majority of the forces who served him, whom could be summoned at a whim. If Yustissa, the great paladin and so-called<em>'child of prophecy'</em>was no match in single combat with him and was reduced to a cum-filled whore beneath him... what hope would she have?<br/>Under her breath she cursed Sebastian, the wizard had given her a fate worse than death on the battlefield. Should she stand against Hagan now, alone and ill-prepared, she would in all likelihood end up like this soft, sobbing southern wench. Like her mother. There was no honour in that. Better to have your thread cut by the smile of an axe or the claws of a great beast than to survive as nothing more than a breeding mare or a tool for the pleasure of a male.<br/>What had the wizard hoped when he sent her up here?<br/>That the group Yustissa had brought into the tower would be fighting alongside her? That she would join them? If they weren't here then they had either died, abandoned their leader or shared her fate in a less grandiose location.<br/><br/>The blonde's grip on her shaft of her axe tightened... then relaxed before she skimmed it across the floor to come to rest at the priest's feet, her posture changing to kneel before him as it traversed the marbled surface.<br/>"You're right," she spoke, taking off her horned helm and letting her long hair, slightly matted by sweat from the exertions of the day, roll free amidst the heavy furs she wore, "there is no way for me to defy you, and I do not want to be claimed as a prize as she was," thoughts of her mother flashed through her mind more than of the champion sobbing nearby.<br/><br/>"I shall serve you, great shaman Hagan," as her tribe had known the priest prior to the revelation of his betrayal, or... was it really? A toothy smile crept over the girl's face as she raised her head to look at him, "This has been the largest battle I have ever been part of, beasts shaped as men, the sounds of weapons clashing and the chance of glory on all sides. This<em>great hunt</em>this...<em>war</em>will force all that live to become stronger or perish. It's just the way of the world, isn't it?"<br/><br/>Samedi's eyes glanced towards Yustissa... perhaps when Hagan had finished having fun with her she could take her back to the tribe. Her mother could use the company and it seemed the only thing the girl was useful for now was baring children to increase the size of her tribe. A new generation, as the priest had said. She was certainly no use to anyone else.