>>5371590>>5371648>>5371686>>5371709>>5371711>>5371935>>5371984>>5372002>>5372563>>5372800You are a young woman again, breathing the stale subterranean airs of House Delyl's plantation outside of the city of Ched Nassad. At that point, you believed the dwarven architecture of your home was impregnable, and lived a life of comparative ease, still not set on the path of a warrior. Those were the days - your family's fortunes were ever on the decline, but you still had plenty of food and new clothes for yourself at that time.
"Jezyrene! O my dear Jez, your presence is required post-haste!" A playful and velvety voice projects itself from around the corner. Phaere, the youngest daughter of House Delyl, always spoke in a way peculiar to her. Overly-formal and coquettish, to this day none could imagine mistaking her for someone else. Grudgingly, you shuffle over to the girl, who stands at attention outside of Vierna's quarters. Without expressing her intent aloud, she invites you to join her by pressing her ear against the door.
Following her example, you lean yourself against Vierna's door and listen for activity. A minute goes by without incident. Two. Three. You glare at Phaere, who smirks and raises a hand, assuring that you need wait only a moment longer for the payoff. Boredom takes hold, and... it happens! The muffled crackle of electricity in conjunction with a flash of bluish-white from the opposite side.
<span class="mu-s">"AAAUUUUGH! WHICH ONE OF YOU DID THIS!?"</span>
