| *I ignore the yellow orb, high in the sky*
Things progress slowly but steadily and I am content. More renegades come in from the cold, adding to my strength. So much so that I have sanctioned the establishment of a Selvetarm order. I foresee an increase in Lloth’s priestesses so it is important that we have the necessary protection for them. There are no finer or committed warriors than that of Lloth’s champion. Soon it will be time to move on another step.
Such is my contentment, I amuse myself with my pet. *chuckles* Ah little Iym’iara, happy or sad, angry or content, you will never know just how much pleasure I get from your suffering. You want to die now, I know you do but I will not let you. Lloth wants you to suffer more, and you will. *laughs loudly* Where is your weak emasculated god Vhaerun now? Why has he not come to end your torment? Where are his priests and warriors that come to save you? Hiding in some filthy hole that even orcs would not go near. That is your god Iym’iara, that is your family! Weak, gutless, human loving cowards!
Weak, dying but still a spark of defiance little one. *grins* You thirst, oh how you thirst. Yet you will not drink. Why is this little one? Do you not trust me? But in the end you do drink as I knew you would. You see you cannot hold out forever, you will bow to Lloth and me in the end. Then I will let you die, as all heretics should. You have the mark of Lloth now, just like the rest of your family. None can stand against me!
Ah you drink at last, as I knew you would. Tastes nice does it not? Cool sweet water. *smiles* But what is this? Feel the burning at the back of your throat? Feel the burning on your tongue? Do not worry little one, it will soon pass, no harm done. *laughs loudly* Except you can no longer taste anything. A solution was added to the water that burned away your taste buds. Now you will eat and drink anything I give you, what does it matter you can taste nothing anyway.
I took away your sight, now I have taken away your taste. What shall I take away next? What have you left? Your hearing, your sense of touch, your sense of smell, you will lose them all by the time I am finished. And that’s not all, I have other torments in store for you. Oh yes little one, suffer for Lloth. Suffer for me! *laughs again*
Rest well little one, I will come to you again soon.
I watch, I assess, I report.
Vel'drav l' sil'in qu'ellar d'Hun’ett zotrethen……Jal zhal sha-rasa!!!
Lloth tlu laoles, dosst handmaiden orn naut hojh dos!!!! |