<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c3/30/41/c330414e795e3aa8aebfe648f2a5cf76.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Isabella (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303516.msg14822141#msg14822141)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:18/18<strong>Status</strong>: Taking Leadership?<br/><strong>AC</strong>:13<strong>Tagging</strong>: Kayla, Wren, Selena<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>As Isabella sat in her injured state, she clammed up momentarily as Wren drew close, concerned over what had transpired between the priestesses and her group the previous day. The Halfling's hand touched her brow and she felt a surge of warmth course through her body, like the most satisfying hot meal or sweet hot milk she had ever enjoyed. The sensation reached her extremities, and became wholly weird as she began to feel her wombs stitch themselves back together again. She looked down in astonishment to see the heavy bite marks on her leg close themselves up, leaving only the smeared blood and feint white marks where the wound once was.<br/><br/>She breathed easy for the first time in what felt like a while now. She looked up at the priestess. "I... thank you," she simply said.<br/><br/>The priestess made her request, as Isabella looked to find her mistress deep in concentration on the other end of  the chamber, with Orlith on the lookout in it's center (who was unable to find any lingering threats from any of the holes or passageways leading in or out, save for an uneasy silence).<br/><br/>"Yes, that seems like a good idea," Isabella said to Selena. "Why don't you go fetch her things quickly, Selena?" Isabella conferred, nodding towards the goblin before turning back to the priestess.<br/><br/>"I realize now that we haven't actually learned your name, or your friend's," Isabella admitted.<br/><br/>"I'm Isabella, this is Kayla, that's Selena. Over there is Orlith, and that's Ezikariel," Isabella motioned towards herself and each member of the party in kind. "What's yours?"<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c3/1e/b2/c31eb2e805170244ac042c3c0e14f636.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ezikariel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303516.msg14824481#msg14824481)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>: 27/27<strong>Status</strong>: Stepping back into the chamber, rummaging corpses<br/><strong>AC</strong>: 15<strong>Tagging</strong>: All<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Finishing the ritual<br/><strong>Roll:</strong>Wisdom Saving Throw; 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138581)<br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>With a sudden gasp, Ezikariel finished her identify ritual, her mouth hanging agape and her eyes glazed over for a second before correcting themselves. She was intently focused on the collar, uncaring for anyone or anything around her in the moment. Her hands reached for the ornate leather in the center of the runes she had scrawled across the cold ground as she picked it up with a strange sort of reverence. Wordless, she placed the collar around her neck and secured it snug till it clung to her long, slender neck like it always belonged there. She sat there on her knees in a submissive posture, as if still in a trance and waiting for something.<br/><br/><em>"Enil'vok"</em>a voice spoke in the back of Isabella's mind, a voice that seemed to come from within and not without.<br/><br/>"What?" she muttered, her eyes squinting in confusion as she glanced over to see her mistress in her compliant posture.<br/><br/><em>"Enil'vok"</em>the voice repeated.<br/><br/>"Enil'vok?" Isabella mimicked in a confused tone. As the phrase left her soft lips, blue-white runes surged to life along the the leather draping around Ezi's neck.<br/><br/><em>"Now you hold the leash,"</em>the voice said, just as a spectral blue line began to form connecting the front of Ezi's magical collar, as the group watched it stretch through the air until it came to rest in Isabella's palm. She tried to drop it, but found it refused to leave her hand no matter what she tried to do. Slowly, the runes around the collar began to fade, leaving behind only the decorative, and Isabella had to admit sexy, leather left behind that contrasted lovingly against Ezi's olive flesh. Ezi's eyes blinked out of their malaise.<br/><br/>She seemed to recognize something was on her neck and reached up to touch it, realizing in a moment that she was wearing the same collar that only a moment earlier she had been trying to examine.<br/><br/>"What? Who? Who put this on me?" Ezi asked, eyeing everyone in the group. She felt all around the tight fitting leather for a way to unlatch it, but oddly enough found there wasn't one to be found. She began to pull at it uselessly, grunting as she did so in her frustration.<br/><br/>"Pet, come take this off of me right now," Ezi ordered, her dark eyes glaring over at Isabella who had only just risen from her seated position at last. Isabella didn't immediately comply, instead glancing down at the spectral blue line that connected her hand to Ezi's new apparel.<br/><br/>"Did you hear me?!" Ezi became angry at Isabella's hesitation. "Get over here before I...!"<br/><br/>"Quiet!" Isabella retorted with her own bubbling anger, a command that left Ezi immediately silent. Though that was through no fault of trying. Ezi's mouth continued to move, trying to shout down her slave in all but name, but no sound escaped her lips. She put a hand to her throat, confused and terrified. She kept trying to make sound, any sound with her mouth, but nothing came out. Her eyes darted around to the others, looking for help and finding none.