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[Nadia Swiftar]

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The anger Brianha felt at the hand of Ceinwyn was not at all what she expected… the woman drew from her the blood pumping through her veins… It was a painful feeling and scary to say the least. Bri fought with every ounce of energy she had, but slowly felt her energy ebb and leave her as she closed her eyes. She heard voices in her head…. One of which was the drow witch Bri was coming to despise, the other sounded faintly familiar, but she could not place it and had not the energy to think more of it.

Feeling the cold of a stone bench seeping through to her Bri began to wake. She opened her eyes only to receive a smack from that drow woman. “wake up” she had said in anger. Brianha’s head snapped and then she turned it back and equaled the force of that smack with her own to the woman’s face. Bri was confused about what was going on and could only watch and listen trying to decipher what was being said. She fought with Cein in a battle of words, kicks, smacks and glares. The two of them upset a man at the other end of what to Bri seemed to be a chapel. As he spoke Bri recognized his voice from not so far in her past. It was the man she met that helped her in using the ball to see into her past. She felt a glimmer of hope that this man would help her… but all hope was quickly dashed after she asked for his help and his reply was “I have already helped you child”.

She felt the walls closing in on her and was not listening to what was being said… they were trying to figure out what to do with her. Eventually it was decided to move to a different location so as to not disturb the chapel. Though she fought, it was no use as she they paralyzed her to relocate her. She had no choice in where she was going or what they were doing to her… She had nothing to lose anymore really and her insanity began to grow around her anger.

She was roughly deposited into a chair. The two women were antagonistic to each other until the man she had met named Norture had finally come. Though still feeling insanity gripping her she did feel hope that he would remember the conversation they had had and his promise to allow her safety amongst his people. He seemed to be diplomatic enough but Bri could tell he was not going to let her just walk away. He seemed concerned that she had attacked one of the members… by this right she should be punished no matter the reason for the attack.

This led to a discussion between the two about the Order and Bri showed her doubt as to the validity of the beliefs he spoke of. He had made a comment at one point that no matter what she chose now she would eventually become a servant of Oblivion, everyone does at some point. Bri smirked thinking in her head that this is what everyone says about what they believe. He pointed out that most only had word to go on and no actual proof whereas he had proof. He himself could directly communicate with Oblivion. Showing a smile of defiance Bri simply said “and so you are the proof?… I must believe you? That is no proof!” This seemed to anger Norture as he simply said with a growl “You want proof?” he then grabbed her arm pulling her with force up a flight of stairs and threw her down in front of a black skull on an alter.

As soon as she looked into it she could feel her soul pull towards it… it seemed to be sucking her life, after mere moments her life was over… she was no more. A thought went through her head as the blackness took over “ We are not the monsters we are made out to be” she cocked her head and smiled eerily thinking to herself, “indeed, it is much much more than that"