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Hidden somewhere in the valley at the darkness of the night stands a hin wearing cultist robes by the name of Larkin Stone. The wind blows into the horizon at the top of the hill he is standing at, a campfire raging in magical flames seems to grow at the size of a giant in front of the sorcerer. " Aye don't be worryin lady yer sacrefice is for a greater cause and ye did follow me up here willingly! " The hin said before chuckling, a woman tied to a nearby tree speaking in muffling voices "Mmmmfff"
Larkin walked up to the woman tied to the tree a few feet away from the raging giant flames, she was an elven woman wearing noble robes and smellin of exquisite perfums. The woman debated, yelling out with strenght but only low muffled speech coming out of her gagged mouth! " Al'igh it's time to murder ye for my lord, no one will find us here am'usin sorcery to hide m'self from detection *chuckle*
The hin spoke with arcanic words, a second nature to him, soon an invisible hand of bigby paralyzed the woman tied to the tree for him to cautiously untie her waist with a sacrificial dagger he kept hidden beneath his robes. *fomp* The untied paralyzed elven noble felt down in front of the tree like a brick
" Aye me ain't best fer murderin people... don't be mockin me in the afterlife now! " the hin said before pulling the tall woman on his shoulders, a sorcery enchant under draconic might making him strong enough to carry her. Larkin walked up to the giant magical flames, holding the noble woman above his head. Mmmmmfffffrgh! Mmmmaaafg! She cried, tears quickly turning to smoke as he got closer to the flames. The hin threw her at the flames, the noble perfum of the elven woman soon turning to rotting skin and meat. The ritual was complete. " For ya, lord of murder " The hin said, watching the flames slowly rot the noble's body.
Larkin walked up to the woman tied to the tree a few feet away from the raging giant flames, she was an elven woman wearing noble robes and smellin of exquisite perfums. The woman debated, yelling out with strenght but only low muffled speech coming out of her gagged mouth! " Al'igh it's time to murder ye for my lord, no one will find us here am'usin sorcery to hide m'self from detection *chuckle*
The hin spoke with arcanic words, a second nature to him, soon an invisible hand of bigby paralyzed the woman tied to the tree for him to cautiously untie her waist with a sacrificial dagger he kept hidden beneath his robes. *fomp* The untied paralyzed elven noble felt down in front of the tree like a brick
" Aye me ain't best fer murderin people... don't be mockin me in the afterlife now! " the hin said before pulling the tall woman on his shoulders, a sorcery enchant under draconic might making him strong enough to carry her. Larkin walked up to the giant magical flames, holding the noble woman above his head. Mmmmmfffffrgh! Mmmmaaafg! She cried, tears quickly turning to smoke as he got closer to the flames. The hin threw her at the flames, the noble perfum of the elven woman soon turning to rotting skin and meat. The ritual was complete. " For ya, lord of murder " The hin said, watching the flames slowly rot the noble's body.