<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d8/bd/dc/d8bddcf915691f1a6084e11275d75f18--mother-art-dota-.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Cassandra Blackbriar (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1252610)</strong></span><br/>Place:  The afterlife?<br/>Time:  Late evening last she knew<br/>Tagging:  New friends, and Lady Adelaide Meeks<br/><br/>She'd been expecting a lot when her cousin stabbed her literally in the back, intending to leave her for dead without swift retribution finding him first, but Cassandra Blackbriar, formerly of the once<em>proud</em>and<em>mighty</em>Blackbriar noble family, had not been expecting anything like this.  Emerald green eyes couldn't help but stare, wide as saucers, at the impossible sight laid out around her once she had manifested a physical form...wherever they were.  She hadn't been an actual sorceress for long perhaps, but she'd still been a part of the magical community if for no other reason than her entire and immediate family had been gifted with the arcane for as far back as time itself or so the saying went.  Or so it had used to go, until Cassandra had thrown her explosive temper tantrum and burned down the family estate in the countryside a hard day's ride from Neverwinter.  And if there was one thing she knew for sure in this mess, it was that she was dead, and she was likely in one of the Nine Hells.<br/><br/>The verdant hills and the sunset were all well and good, but the winged woman on her throne, scantily clad and practically oozing sensuality even as she stared them down, was kinda a dead giveaway.  That and while she had had a perfectly reasonable excuse for the wholesale slaughter of no less than eighteen people, her mother, father, and four siblings, and their servants, as well as her future husband, Cassandra knew that the gods of their world tended to frown when murder was committed by one of their mortal subjects.  Self defense was one thing, but there'd been no defending what she had done.  So if she was going to be tortured for the rest of eternity, she would at least face this entity head on.  That she wasn't in her deep red gown she had attended the party she had left shortly after her friend, Lady Adelaide Meeks, who she saw was also present which somehow didn't surprise her, had also left, hardly mattered here.  She doubted a suit of the best, most heavily enchanted platemail would make any difference with nails like those this demonic woman so idly tapped on the arm of her throne.  That she considered them mere playthings wasn't too hard to figure out either, but Cassandra could at least understand that much.  Demons, devils, and fiends, no matter their original plane, were not to be trifled with.  In places like this, if indeed this was one of the Hellish planes of existence, they made the rules.  And some of them could rival the gods themselves, such was their terrible might.<br/><br/>Luckily, although Cass wasn't about to hope for any positive outcome, this one seemed to be interested in playing with her food first.  Despite every instinct she had telling her to run for those hills, not that it'd have did her any good, Cassandra slowly stepped forward, mustering every bit of her happily discarded life as a noble and stupid bravado as she could, keeping her back straight, her head high, and her eyes solely focused on the woman's horned head.  No easy task since she so badly wanted to be ravished by this impossibly beautiful woman in ways that would have made even Adelaide blush, and considering hhat she had had planned for the evening, Cassandra wouldn't have thought it possible for her to give way to such a base emotion.<br/><br/>But her attempt to present at least an air of nobility, despite revealing herself completely iin the process, was ultimately shattered when some uncivilized half elf decided to open his mouth.  Curbing the impulse to round on him, Cassandra sighed and shook her head before shrugging her shoulders in defeat.  This devil probably wouldn't have been impressed anyway, she was a mere ant to be squashed if this woman had half the mind.  But try as she might, Cassandra couldn't get her racing thoughts to slow down nearly enough to get a proper read on this entity to be able to gleam any useful information about where exactly they were now, which devil they were dealing with, and just how screwed they were.  Swallowing the nervous lump in her throat, Cassandra at least made the effort to be respectful to this creature as she dipped her head and did her best to curtsy, lifting invisible skirts as she did, as she'd been taught before daring to address the demon.<br/><br/><strong>"While you likely find us rather amusing mice to be batted about at your leisure, <em>some</em> of us can at least pretend we're civilized beings here.  I can only assume that we're all dead, because the last thing I remember before awakening in your magnificent palace is being stabbed in the back by my cousin, before I set him on fire on my way out.  And with your own words, you've been expecting us, which naturally begs the question, if you'll indulge your food such a courtesy, the pleasure of your name?  If you've been watching us as you claim, you know us, I simply beg the same favor.  Or does civility not extend this far down?"</strong>She was, despite being immensely torn between aroused and terrified, genuinely curious and wanted to know the rules of this woman's house, assuming there were any of course.<br/><br/>Vergil198: 1d20 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=104670)