RP:The former drow slave meets what seems to be a terrible overworld bull demon

Setting

Frostmaw tavern 19 th Sept 2011

Lahk said OOC, "It's a barren and frozen wasteland of ice and bone. The only thing colder is the heart of the witch that rules it with claws of i-- Uh, forget I said anything."

Tirona said OOC, "Sick 'um Sato!"

You said OOC, "The Soph shop is selling advanced tickets to Lahk's funeral my dears."

Satoshi said OOC, "<.< I'm fluffy, dammit!"

Svilfon said OOC, "Kiri made her into a softy - just a big ball of fluff, really. Someone should go say that to her face, ICly. <<"

Sempter stumbles through the door, this being only his second day to be out in the open of Frostmaw. His head resembles a buffalo's, but his color, he was albino and that was strange for a minotaur. He had a little bit of coin on him, but not much, so he ordered something cheap to drink to pass his time in hopes to hear fro this 'Queen' the dragon was talking about.

Sophie enters the giant-sized tavern once more, she is shivering, desipte her warm furlined clothing, how the elf hates the climate in this place! Crawling after her on his hands and knees is a man. A completely bald drow male wearing a slave collar. Those who know the kind and compassionate healer would find it incredible, to think of her owning a slave, but all is not as it seems. The surface elf gently the terrified looking ex-slave's head, but cannot prevent Robert, as she has tried to name the nameless slave from crying out in abject terror at the appearance of what he thinks of as a terrible, bull-headed, demon.

Sempter turns his head to the sight of the screaming drow. He shakes his head, returning to his drink, "Why did I even bother to help this supposed queen." Again, a head is shaken and his tail flicks around with idle thought.

Sophie, although new to Frostmaw feels great loyalty towards queen Satoshi for all the ice maiden has done for the refugees. Without the queen of Frostmaw's help most of her sage elf cousins would by now doubtless be either dead, or wretched slaves, suffering like her poor patient here has suffered for so many years. The minotaurs words 'supposed queen' anger her therefore, but she merely glares angrily in the bull-headed man's direction. Her duty to try and ease her patient's suffering comes first. She kneels on the floor beside the cowering, screaming drow, and gently strokes his back, speaking calmly kindly to the pitiful wretch, until he has at least calmed himself somewhat.

Sempter flips the bartender a few coins for his drink. Clothed in all white leather, except for his arm bands, the light glows off of him, making him seem like a devine creature. He eventually turns and looks to the drow with is ice blue eyes and soft expression, despite the buffalo look.

Sempter said, "Seems you got your hand full with this one. I do hope you can ease his suffering."

Sophie smiles, grateful for the minataur's support. "I believe I shall in time sir, already he is beginning to trust me, though he is still terrified of strangers, particularly those of races he has never seen in the underdark, such as your fine self. Many have volunteered to help Robert regain his sanity and learn to be free and happy, a few hours ago, that wise gentleman Lahk used some form of crystal, and incantation, to help my patiet, for a few moments only, to be completely sane, and free from his nightmarish terrors. Now we just have to help him get there without the enchantment. It is a long difficult task, but well worth the effort if we can help him to be, truly, a free man,"

Sempter nods his head, "It will take some work. But you must do it slowly, so that you do not over load his mind." He stands up, the bull man standing at the maximum height for minotaurs, nine feet. He looks down to the woman, "I would help, but I am waiting to meet with this queen I have heard about. I have lived in the Frost Forest all my life, and never knew that Frostmaw had a queen. I lived alone and no one bothered me. I was deep in the forest where none go."

Sophie nods in agreement "Indeed, I must proceed slowly,cautiously, or might do my patient more harm that good. Queen Satoshi is a good Queen, she cares about her people and is doing all she can to protect Frostmaw from the evil tyrant parasite Vuryal."

Sempter said, "I can say I have not heard of this Vuryal. I have lived in solitude for so long, I don't know what is happening in the world. For me, it has been peaceful and relaxing, and for my companions as well." He points to the door, "My black and white stallion can't be hard to miss, just outside." A glance is given to the drow again, and then a nod to signal that he meant no harm. Still, the light cast an angelic look about the minotaur and his white fluffy fur didn't help to keep that from happening."

The minotaur may appear angelic to most surface dwellers, but to the terribly abused drow, he seems a demon from the very lowest pits of hell. Sophie while gently trying to sooth her distraught patient explains to Sempter. "The poor man has magical runes tattooed on his body to greatly magnify any fear he feels, and any physical pain too. Truly his drow owner was utterly evil! I have as yet found no safe way to remove these horrific runes which torment him so."

Sempter lifts a brow, "Have you thought about praying to the gods for help? I am sure they will help in due time." He bowed to the woman and held out his hand to her, which her's would be swallowed by his, "I am Sempter Buullo. Explaing what I am doesn't seem necessary. But I caught your compliment earlier and I couldn't let it slide. Pleasure to meet you."

Sophie smiles at Sempter "It is a great pleasure to meet such a kind and compassionate gentleman as yourself sir. I have indeed prayed to both Kanos and Daedria, and have asked my dear friend Marcellus the high priest of Kanos, to do all he can to help poor Robert heal also." She looks at the whimpering drow's bald head. "The folicles have been poisoined to prevent his hair ever regrowing. I do hope I can find a way to reverse this. Hair is very important psychologically to the drow. A shaved head is the symbol of an utterly worthless slave deserving only to be brutally tortured. To allow him the dignity of regrowing his hair would be a great help to him I feel. Know you anyone with a knowledge of poisons? I am myself a helaer but have never before treated such a condition."