Swallowed Pride (Ms. Grinch x ColdChaos)

[Ms. Grinch]

The Blood River was an ancient feature to the temperate landscape. Over centuries it had carved and widened it's path through the land until it reached a mile wide. And right where it plunged three hundred feet - a waterfall of enormous power - was built a shrine to the God Tiamat. This shrine, the Syrandil Temple, was elegant, magnificent, and mysterious all in the same. One solitary bridge hugged the edge of the river where it dropped, leading to the gates of the Temple which sat like an island out in the middle of running water. It had become the seat of power for the I'Lanthria sisters; high priestesses to the Order of Onul, and even mortal Goddesses to some simple peasants.

Beyond the gates and into the Room of Eyes were the sisters, Kallos and Agape. Both were anxious and eager to accept their new gift from a contrite King who appeared to be striking down two birds with one stone. The sisters, who are renown to be aggressive with their power and influence, will be appeased to have Maximilian Targonus as a slave. And at the same time Maximilian, this powerful warlord, will be silenced and forgotten.

Kallos and Agape were both being entertained by a couple of slave girls when the sound of multiple footsteps became true to the room. Along with it was the shuffling clank of heavy chains. Six men escorted the famed Maximilian into their presence, who was shackled with hands behind back and a chain between ankles. Kallos smiled wickedly, and the once-bored Agape straightened her back with renewed interest.

 

[Coldchaos]

The once proud warlord was stripped of his glorious armor after his capture. He wore nothing but a loincloth to hide his shame from the priestesses. Maximilian's strong, muscular, body was covered in cuts and bruises. A gash on his forehead dripped blood off of his face and onto the fine marble floor. The guards escorting the prisoner knelt before the priestesses, forcing Maximilian onto his own knees. Maximilian tried his best to hold back his rage, clenching his fists tightly. The warrior winced in pain at the sudden movement, still recovering from the beating he got during his arrest.

"We present to you, your slave, Maximilian Targonus. We thank you and Tiamat for aiding us, and my your prize serve you well." The captain of the guard peered down at the broken man. The prisoner looked up at his new "masters" with a look of hate beaming through his black hair. The new slave spat out more blood to the temple floor, to show his utter disgust at the two women. The captain delivered a swift kick to the disobedient slave. Maximilian roared in pain, as he fell to the floor. "Will you be needing anything else, my priestesses?" The captain uttered, as he straitened his armor.