[RPG] [WI] [Rollsovar] [OT] With fondness and blood, a fairwell

[Eric]

/Despyria arrived in Rollsovar and laid eyes on Alynna for the first 
time since she had been gruesomely murdered in Rollsovar. Given Alynna's 
quick rise to the position she held she thought the worst of her aide, 
foster-daughter, protege, and oh so much more... and the sight of her 
pregant belly before the battle was more than enough proof that it was 
likely that she was right for suspecting the worst. Before the battle 
they talked candidly, she raised a single eyebrow on a few occasions and 
laughed hardily at many of Alynna's antics... but none she concluded was 
as bad as things could have gotten and some of her own memory came 
flooding back and more and more things started to make sense./

/On her trip to Giblot City she had toyed with the notion that she would 
take her revenge on the citizens of Rollsovar for her tortured end... 
but her memory was fuzzy on the subject with the exception of a few 
notables that were true artist of hate and loathing and she would rather 
destroy her lovers than destroy those that she had touched so deeply so 
long ago. The Battle had brought two events. First the death of her 
beloved Moira... woman that she had groomed to led Outer Tilog in 
Dethargos' absense. One that she fell for deeply... it was enough to 
send her into a murderous rage. The second was what stayed her hand for 
the time being. The Battle forced her dearest Alynna into labor. She 
would not let her child and grandchild alone to sate her rage... she had 
been around much longer than that... she was a patient woman./

/Despyria had to stiffle a laugh when Alynna's girl was born and she 
immediately named it Eryn. It was no doubt because the child seemed to 
respond calmly to the foriegn mid-wifes constant cooing of the word. She 
did not have the heart to tell her former ward what the word/name meant. 
Alynna recovered enough to send the child away and go hunting with her 
benefactor. /

/The memory of hwer death did come back. She wanted blood from the 
lowsome opportunistic rapist and she wanted blood for this land that 
claimed her Moira's life. Despyria in her way was a natural hunter. 
Alynna was made that way by reenforcing her nails with a silver alloy 
that was sharpened and barbed to deadly effect. And they were off on the 
hunt. The last sight many would see was the blonde bloodied woman riding 
at them on a massive black tiger... some would see the black tiger 
transform into the woman they had tortured and murdered... and yet 
others. all men, would be violated to their demise with the eternals 
voice catlike purring in their ears about how they liked being raped. /

/At last they came to the organizer of the little party. The young woman 
that both Alynna and Despyria instantly recognized.She was but a small 
child when she swore vengance for what Alynna and Despyria had done to 
her father when first subduing Rollsovar. He was a village elder of some 
sort and they had put the man through... well what they were want to put 
men through. Despyria drank in the young womans hatred for them in 
general and herself in particular. Despyria swung what became a massive 
fist that connected to the young woman's jaw knocking her cold, 
gathering her up bindingh her and after hunmdreds of indiscriminate and 
targeted murders was finished in what would become her new protege...
/

/Alynna, covered with dried blood and gore from a personal expedition 
she and Despyria under took in Rollsovar. She found Angus in his room at 
the AYMCA and went wordlessly to him... much as she had went to Despyria 
before him. She would not speak of the pain he must have felt at the 
lose of his sister his other half... but she would be there for him in 
whatever way he needed to cope with that loss.../
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