RP:The Moonblade's Fury

Sophie said to Lirithen, "So where the hell did you get that damn sword that screams at you, that you clain is no danger, is even a force for good?" Sophie seems incredibly angry. "Well?""

Lirithen said to Sophie, "I liberated her from the duergar."

Sophie said to Lirithen, "Yet you are sure that she is not an evil tool of the Duregar? What does she say to you? What does she ask you to do?"

Lirithen lifted his hand from the moonblade's elegant crystalline handle, thrusting both appendages into the pockets of his coat where they would stay for a time. "A tool?" The ranger lifted an eyebrow. "She is much more than that. She will persevere long after the Duergar, and indeed all life, are wiped from the realm. Her desires, her... Aims, are simple. Justice, no matter what the cost."

Sophie laughs though there is no humour in her laughter. "Perhaps she is the one who will wipe all life from the realm. There is no such thing as justice, there is only pain and suffering, cruelty and brutality. Did you hear what happened to Awne?

Lirithen shook his head, "I assumed she had been injured."

Sophie laughs again. “Ah, injured, being flayed alive by demons in Hell, is an injury of sorts, I watched it happen,Lirithen, More I healed that that she could stay alive whilst it happened, that she could suffer terrible torture."

Lirithen said to Sophie, "...Why?"

Sophie said to Lirithen, "It was the only way to save her life, and the lives of her family."

Lirithen said to Sophie, "No. Resistance is always an option."

Sophie moves to attempt to slap Lirithen hard across the face. "You are a fool. We cannot resist, we are all damned to hell, indeed we are already suffering in hell, but most fools know it not."

Lirithen rose swiftly, an armour-clad arm lashing outwards to catch Sophie's as her intended strike fell towards him. Long fingers gain a tight grasp on the druidess' wrist, the nimble ranger whipping himself quickly around, dragging the humanoid lycan with him to press her back to his front with her arm pressed uncomfortably up against her spine, while Lirithen's free hand came around to grip the bottom of Sophie's chin. "One tug," Lirolae snarled in Sophie's ear, yet his becoming warped, laden with a distant woman's angry tones, "and you neck snapped clean in two. No bargains. No begging. Resist, once-elf, or face the Hell you crave."

Sophie screams "I do not crave hell. I am seeking a way out of hell"Her heavily booted right foot attempts to scrape down Lirolae's shin most likely, removing some skin, whilst her head snaps back, most likely with enough force to break his nose.

Ilithuel's paralysing psychic grip held Lirolae frozen in stasis, unable to shift his stance to avoid any potential damage dealt in the lycan's retaliation. An unnerving yelp of pain ripped from between the ranger's fair lips as he felt the armoured footwear rip through the leather of his leggings and tear a deep gash down the length of his shin, his head whipping backwards as blood exploded across his visage from flattened nose. Yet his fingers remained lock in place, the ferocious fury still plastered on his blood soaked face as the moonblade's mighty will forcibly dragged Lirithen back into position, sending a spasm down the length of his arm that send his arm pulling backwards in a quick yank, not quite enough to deliver the promised breaking of the druid's neck, but an unnerving crack would still emanate throughout the tavern and the healer would probably suffer a neck cramp like no other, "not good enough!"

Sophie lets out a cry of pain, as Lirithen pulls at her neck.There is damage to all the muscles in the area, and a few of her vertebrae seem out of place, yet her neck is unbroken.She is still held securely by, the seemingly possessed elf."You are just proving my point Lirithen, We are in hell, else why would two such close friends be hurting each other so." She attempts to sink her teeth into the arm around her neck, whilst stamping down, hard on his right foot with her heel.

Lirithen screamed in agony, feeling the woman's teeth break his skin as the pressure continued to increase. Her teeth grazed the bone of his hand when her armoured boot came down to mercilessly crush the bones in the tree-born's foot, and Ilithuel finally released her stalwart hold on Lirithen's will, allowing the wounded male to flail and fall backwards, where he collapsed in a blood-soaked heap, shuddering breaths passing through his chest. Blood continued to leak from the hole in his leggings, his squashed nose, agonised hand and crushed ebon boot, the pain so intense from the multiple wounds that the ranger's shocked mind couldn't comprehend a scream loud enough to verbalise the crippling pain. Lirithen simply lay, still and bleeding.

Cormac said to Sophie, "Stop, slave."

Sophie glares angrily at Cormac for several moments, as if challenging her master, or about to defy him. Then something in her changes. "Yes master." quietly softly spoken, she stops struggling against Lirithen, not longer making any move against him.

Sophie drops to the floor beside Lirithen. Working to heal him, first, bathing the bight with large amount's of wolf'bane, since Lirithen has never expressed any desire to join her as a wolf, this treatment should in most cases prevent that. She then begins work on his other wounds, she is obviously burning with anger still. She looks at Cormac. "Master, there is something very wrong with me,or perhaps with the world, it seems to have affected Lirolae also."

Cormac seems slightly amused at the current state of Lirithen, beckoning his slave to come closer. "Explain to me, then, won't you? To the best of your ability..."

Sophie said to Cormac, "I believe I am still in hell in any case I am suffering." She then goes on to describe the circumstances of the fight to her master. Whilst still working to heal her dear friend Lirithen. "Please help me master. Help me escape from hell."

Lirithen told Sophie, "~A fierce pressure exerts from a foreign source, and unless strong mental shields were in place, Sophie would find herself fuelled with rage.~ Resist! ~commands a feminine voice, yet somehow all the more ferocious for its chosen gender.~ Fight! Run! Resist!"

Sophie is suddenly hit by a huge phycic blast she holds, her head, obviously in pain, then screams to Cormac. "Why should I obey you anyhow?"

Cormac said to Sophie, "A pity for your friend. It is perhaps good, however, he didn't meet me in combat first...if you alone can harm him, I would have killed him for certain. Why were you in 'hell' to begin with?"

Sophie screams at Cormac "I don't have to answer your questions." Sophie is still holding her head, this is no effect of her trip to hell, something else is effecting her now. "I will not be your slave, slavery is an evil practice I will not submit to it."

Lirithen's physical wounds began to knit, but his mind remained quite frozen. Ilithuel had a way of accidentally crippling her wielder.

Cormac narrows his eyes at the druid, grabbing hold of her arm with a sharp yank to bring the unruly slave outside.

Lirithen told you, "No! ~Ilithuel would make one final push, one last all-encompassing flood of energy, anger and power into the druid, her voice shrieking throughout the poor druid's head.~ Freedom! Liberty! Justice! Resist! Run! Flee! Fight! Destroy! ~Sophie would feel empowered, a prickling carrying throughout her body as the moonblade made her final attempt to inspire the lycan to resist her captor. Freedom seems possible. Happiness seems near. Justice appears close at hand. All she had to do:~ Resist!"