| I look up at the yellow orb with a dark scowl.
It was predictable. Qu?ellar Von?Sah retaliated as I expected they would. What I did not expect was the target would be the weakest member of my group. *sneers* How typical, an act of supreme cowardice. Whereas I aimed high and secured my prize, they aimed low. That summed them up, lower than the festering sore on an orcs foot. Word got to me that Jaraxle wanted to trade?.my apprentice priestess for the priestess I held. *smirks* Was he mad? I arranged to meet him anyway but I was not interested in trade. I could get another priestess any time, he could not. Why should I be party to a one sided trade?
I was about to walk away when G whispered something in my ear. I pondered for a short time and reconsidered. G was right, this trade could be in my interests after all. Why let T?ristre, priestess of Vhaerun rot and die in my cells when I could release her and show the world what a weak and pathetic family they are, worshippers of a weak and pathetic god. Yes. T?ristre was half dead anyway, she might not live much longer. Yes. Return her to Jaraxle, let him gaze upon the glory of the Dark Mother burned deep into her back. Burned so deep that it can never be removed. Not unless they remove the very flesh from her back, right down to the bone, an act that would surely kill her. Let his house and world see how contemptible a betrayed and disappointed mother treats a weak, cowardly, snivelling son!
We did the trade. I was pleased to see that Jhulae was still standing, still able to walk unassisted, holding her head high with pride. Unlike T?ristre whom G dumped like a sack of horse fodder at the feet of Jaraxle. We swiftly got Jhulae back to one of my homes and to the comfort of Lloth. G, my sister and I began to assess and attend to Jhulae. She had been badly whipped and tortured in a sensitive area, but there was nothing deep, nothing that could not be sorted. So we quickly got to work. It was then she told us about being violated by a slave. *curses* Nobody does this to one of my priestesses and gets away with it! She then showed us the one thing that seemed to hurt her the most. Her mark of Lloth had been covered over by the mark of Vhaerun! We had to work fast before the brand began to heal. *curses* Removal would leave a scar, a mark. Luckily, it will always be hidden by her hair. She will appear unblemished. She then pleaded with me to restore Lloth?s mark. She wanted it done now, she wanted it where I wore mine. She wanted it burned onto her left breast and wear it with pride. I had to admire her at this point. Despite the suffering she had already endured, she wanted to endure more pain. I dealt with the branding as swiftly as possible and for the first time that night, Jhulae smiled. Not just any smile, but one so radiant, it glowed.
When all was done, Jhulae began to describe in detail what had happened. Seems that she had been tricked by one called Maylene. It was her she told us, that carried out most of the torment. Typical of Jaraxle, typical of a male, too gutless even to torture a helpless female. She told us she bore it all stoically. She felt the physical pain, but it meant nothing. Lloth had taken her mind elsewhere so that the humiliation meant nothing. It did not exist. Even during the violation, she said, there was nothing. Just an emptiness. Lloth had cocooned her from the worst of experiences.
It became apparent during this time that the house was no longer known as Von Sah. It had been changed to something I have yet to find out. From what I had been informed by current and former members of this house and from reports by my mother and the Bregan D?aerthe, the Von?Sah?s under Kalannar are hiding?hiding from there own house in the Underdark! This is beautiful. *laughs* House Von?Sah is a Lloth house which contains a faction of Vhaerun worshippers led by Kalannar. *laughs even more* It means if he or any of his misguided followers go back home, they have to seek in and out like common outcasts. The Underdark is no longer safe so he hides and sneaks about the surface trying to hide, not just from me but his own family. *laughs even louder* Its a futile and pathetic attempt at hiding. Oh dear Lloth this is hilarious. Only a male could be stupid enough to dream up such a pathetic scheme. *tears of mirth roll down my cheeks*
Apart from tying up the loose ends for Jhulae, this more or less ends it for me. I tried to rescue the Von?Sah females, but they have no redeeming qualities worth saving. They are happy to act like slaves to weak males, happy to contaminate their bloodlines by having relations with non Drow, happy to be despised by all?..including their own race. They no longer interest me. they are insignificant, worthless and weak. Yes, Jhulae will have her rightful revenge and then I move on. It is over. Vierna Hun?ett, second daughter of House Hun?ett has won! Lloth be praised!
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!!!! |