<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Dirzyl Shi'quos</strong></span><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.freewebs.com/artistofwar/ds.png)</div><strong>HP:</strong>77/77<br/><strong>AC:</strong>13 (flat 10, touch 13)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Immobile<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Torture Chambers/8:00 a.m./Lird'yl d'Szeossen</strong><br/><br/>Dirzyl gasped as the leather gag was removed from her mouth, leaving the foul taste of old leather in her mouth. She tried building up some saliva to rid herself of it but to no avail. The drow noble silently cursed not just her captor but herself as well for this predicament. She wished that she had been killed along with some of her kin. Death would be preferable to being in the clutches of the wretched House d'Szossen!<br/><br/>But envy was the only emotion she felt towards the dead members of her house. Dirzyl did not mourn them, especially her elder sister. House Shi'quos had gotten too conservative, too predictable. They looked down on Dirzyl becaused she expressed her devotion to the Spider Queen through dance and not rigid rituals. And yet when they needed someone to go onto the streets of the city for some task or other they had to trouble asking Dirzyl. She loathed how her kin treated her like a useful tool rather than their own blood. Still, the demise of her house was the last thing Dirzyl would have prayed for, especially when the hand that held the knife belonged to that harlot Lird'yl d'Szeossen.<br/><br/>Dirzyl barely winced when Lird'yl pinched her nipple. She was no stranger to battle and the past month as a guest of House d'Szeossen had acclimated her to minor discomforts. She glared upward at the matron mother with pale blue eyes, Lird'yl was taller than Dirzyl and standing she positively loomed over her kneeling captive.<br/><br/>"What secrets?" Dirzyl spat out with a raspy voice. "That you're a rothé rutting slut? That's no secret, the whole city knows that. Demon's breath, I can smell the musky spunk in your yawning hole from here!"<br/><br/>Dirzyl smirked at her captor defiantly. She glanced over at the cages that held the nude bodies of her daughter and niece. Dirzyl hoped they hadn't been broken yet. They were all that was left of House Shi'quos and they had to remain strong.