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 Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 2:03 pm
A few moments later, the small form of Qilna stilled underneath Ilythara. She glanced down and then lifted one of the smaller drow's arms and then dropped it. The limp arm fell with a small thud, causing a happy look to form on Ilythara's face.
"Time for the sacrifice." She sang joyously, getting off of the female and then gathering her up in her arms.
The blank expressionless face of Qilna stared up at her, horror etched in her eyes.
Ilythara carried the female into the inner chamber; breathing in incense deeply. Here..it was fitting and for some reason not too overwhelming for her senses. Funny how that was. She let her eyes wander around the room, taking in the settings around her. This was the perfect place for a sacrifice.
Ilyth stepped up to the altar, pausing at Akorbaste's side glancing up at the altar's brazier flashed to life. She began chanting a prayer in a low tone to the Spider Queen, sensing it to be appropriate. Then..without pause she stepped up and laid out Qilna on the alter, arranging her delicately on the stone surface. Then she stepped back, allowing Akorbaste to take her rightful place at the altar.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 12:34 pm
Akorbaste watched with a soft pleased smile as her cousin's limp form was draped over the stone altar. She nodded to Ilythara, then stepped forward to the place at the head of the altar. Her back was towards the high brazier of Lolth. The priestess extended her arms out towards Qilna and began her own chant to the Spider Goddess. The warm orange and yellow light sources in the room blazed and danced. All the while, Akorbaste watched her cousin's face carefully. Oh, there was no mistaking that look in her eyes. That horror and despair. Qilna certainly could still hear. Hopefully she could still feel.
At the end of the ritualistic chant, Akorbaste raised her case to the Spider Goddess. "This sacrifice we bring you today used to call herself a priestess. She has defiled you. But she will defile herself and her House no more. I offer up to you as well the deeds your servant Ilythara has committed to aid this removal of such a blight upon another House."
She turned now, away from Qilna, to retrieve for them the first two instruments. They were both long beautiful daggers which gleamed under the soft lights. Akorbaste liked to muse that a dagger like these contained melded in its very metal some blood lust. She flipped one of the weapons, offering the handle to Ilythara.
The priestess felt vibrantly alive. A closer communion with the Goddess was almost something one could feel smacking against the senses. Yesterday, or even ten minutes ago, all of that time had been passed as one asleep. Now her body and mind were truly awake. Akorbaste leaned over Qilna, one dark hand tenderly brushing a lock of hair out of Qilna's face while the other hand gripped her dagger. She smiled sweetly into Qilna's frightened eyes.
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