//WARNING: SLAVE RP, TORTURE RP, SACRIFICIAL RP, VIOLENCE AGAINST A FEMALE, BRIEF NUDITY, AND GENERALLY DISTURBING CIRCUMSTANCES
Phaer'thrae d'Gode'duis appears at the leyline node in the L'Obsul Tradehouse L'da'uren with two drow prisoners in shackles. Phaer'thrae is wearing her obsidian battle armor, which she normally wears when harvesting slaves from the nearby caverns. One of the prisoners is a male with slightly golden silver hair and green eyes. The other is a female with pure white hair and red eyes. They both are dressed in dark clothing, and the female is wearing a symbol of Ghaunadaur about her neck. Heavy adamantium shackles are fastened about their necks, wrists, and ankles, all of which are connected by adamantium chains. The slaves are fastened to each other, and their movements are heavily restricted by their bindings. Phaer'thrae jerks at a chain that connects to them both, causing the prisoners to lurch foreword as she laughs softly.
As she passes the slaver outside the tradehouse, she explains, "Oh, these are not for sale yet, jaluk..." Phaer'thrae then let's out a soft chuckle that causes her prisoners to bow their heads low in fear and shame.
Phaer'thrae exits L'Obsul into the caverns leading to The Deeper Dark with the two chained drow following slowly behind her. She turns around and cracks her whip at their feet for added motivation for them, and entertainment for her, as they trudge slowly through the caverns.
As they enter the caverns, Phaer'thrae removes her helmet revealing her beautiful, yet sinister smile. She speaks in drow to her traveling companions: "Have you ever wanted to enslave a dragon?" She says mockingly, sounding sweet at first, but her constant whipping at the ground with her whip near the enchained prisoners makes it obvious that the female does not have her traveling companions best interests in mind. With every lash at the cavern floor, rocks fly up as if the whip is unnaturally heavy. "I have. Dragons are powerful, much like me and the other Loltholites," she says as she jerks the shackles about the prisoner's necks. "Do you know how to enslave a dragon?" she asks the female.
The female prisoner does not respond, and she is sweating with the task of walking in the caverns with the heavy adamantium chains about all of her limbs.
Phaer'thrae stops moving and whips the female across her face. The unnatural weight of the whip breaks the female's cheek bone, and her jaw goes slack with intense pain as she struggles not to cry out. "I asked you a question, malla jalil. I will wait here and test my whip on a rothe until you answer." Phaer'thrae laughs as she whips at the female slave's hands as she says, "And the lucky rothe is you, oh blessed of Ghaunadar. Malla, malla yath d'Ghaunadar." With every other syllable she grants the slave another lash across the hands, across the knees, across the face, then, she starts randomly lashing the prisoner, until she falls to her knees begging, "I don't know, yathabban. I do not know!"
"Of course you don't. Thank you for your honest answer, malla yath d'Ghaunadar. Now, won't you lie down and rest, if you please?" With that, she turns to the male and begins whipping him mercilessly across his chest, his ankles, and his face. Every time the whip strikes him, the impact is like a heavy mace crushing bone and flesh. Eventually the male starts to cry out and say "What do you want me to do? What do you want? Stop!"
At that, Phaer'thrae stops whipping the male and says, "Ah...." and her voice trails off into a gentle murmur. She coos at him and says, "As you command, malla jaluk." Then she continues whipping him in the face until he turns over face down on the ground.
With her her prisoners both on the ground, Phaer'thrae casts faerie fire on a nearby crystal cluster:
She then begins the lengthy process of unfastening her platemail, and lays her armor, helmet, and shield on the cavern floor. Now completely naked, she takes her priestess robe from her bag of holding and begins pulling it over her head. Both of the prisoners see her beautiful naked figure and moan with despair, as they know what is about to transpire. Perhaps another race besides a drow would have taken the chance at appreciating a moment of beauty before they die, but a naked priestess in the eyes of a drow is usually an omen that death is coming. They have not the strength left to try to run or resist as Phaer'thrae dons her robe, and pulls the belt tight around her waist. She produces parts of an altar out of the bag of holding, and constructs an altar to Lolth in the cavern. After the altar is fully formed, she desecrates the ground by spreading unholy water and silver dust around the entire area, all the while chanting divine words that are all too familiar to the female prisoner.
"I apologize for these uncivilized accommodations, malla yath d'Ghaunadar," Phaer'thrae says with sarcasm oozing from her lips. "Perhaps when I gain access to the temple in Nec'perya I can sacrifice your sisters in a more comfortable atmosphere." She folds her arms and watches the prisoner priestess for a few moments then shakes her head and says, "We must have you looking pretty for the Demon Queen of Spiders, mustn't we?" Phaer'thrae lays her hands on the on the priestess of Ghaunadar's face and casts a healing spell on her. Phaer'thrae then turns to the male and says, "And you will naut look away, you will naut speak, and you will naut cry like the little whipping boy you are. Behold the eyes of Lolth!" With that, Phaer'thrae completes a demon summoning ritual and a Yothlol appears. Suddenly, all the minds of those who are present are overshadowed by the ominous presence of Lolth.
At the appearance of the Yothlol, Phaer'thrae rips the clothes off the female, throwing them about the area. The female priestess of Ghaunadar is a flawless specimen of drow femininity. Her charcoal skin glows pink in the glow from the faerie fire on the crystal, and her hair curls about her curvy, yet strong, features. Phaer'thrae then disconnects the female's chains from the male, and leads her to the altar and says softly, "On the altar, if you please. It is time to return to the service of the Dread Queen."
Standing there naked, yet fully healed and strong, the female prisoner ponders a resistance, but the chains would be too much weight in a fight against this able-bodied priestess of Lolth... but she has to try.
The priestess of Ghaunadar leaps toward Phaer'thrae, and Phaer'thrae throws her head back with a howl of laughter... then throws her head back foreword to crash into the rival priestess's face in mid lunge. The priestess of Ghaundar's unconscious body crumples to the floor, and Phaer'thrae says with a half-smile as she drags and lifts the body onto the altar, "I knew you would make this entertaining."
As soon as Phaer'thrae has the unconscious priestess of Ghaunadar on the altar, she produces a dagger from the folds of her robe that has a handle shaped like a spider. The legs of the spider reach down towards the blade and the tips of the legs are tiny blades themselves.
Phaer'thrae holds her dagger straight up in the air with both hands and says:
"Queen of Spiders and of the Demonweb Pits,
I have entwined a thing of beauty and strength in my web.
I offer it to you for your consumption,
As is my duty as your priestess.
I humbly ask that you grant me the power to summon and enslave dragons,
That I may use their destructive power against your enemies
And to intimidate and strike terror into the hearts of the masses.
Lolth Tlu Malla!"
With that, Phaer'thrae plunges her spider dagger into the heart of the priestess of Ghaunadar.
After the sacrifice is complete, Phaer'thrae stands and looks over at the male prisoner, who apparently has gone into some kind of nervous shock. He is foaming at the mouth and convulsing. Phaer'thrae bends over him and strokes his golden silver hair and says, "Awe... was that your jabress, my sweet jaluk?" She smiles watching him convulse for a while stroking his hair, then finally says, "It looks like you are almost ready to be sold, jaluk. Perhaps I will brand you as early as next cycle." She cradles his head in her hands watching him convulse and sputter foam from his mouth while she smiles and continues stroking his hair. "Do you know why I saved you, jaluk, and naut her?" She makes his head move back and forth as if giving a negative response. "It is because she was strong and beautiful, and you are weak and malformed. Yes... that's right..." She says as she makes his head nod in affirmation.
//Just role-playing a reason why a priestess of Lolth would be able to summon and control dragons via the epic spell "dragon knight." Hope it was a fun read!
