Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160729010624

Druella looks up at Praetor through the haze of suffering she is enduring. She is delirious with pain, and has trouble focusing on him. A smile cracks her face. Slowly, getting louder, a laugh parts her lips. She speaks between gasping chortles.

"You...you Order knights are all hyporites...you speak about protecting the weak...and yet...I know...you were aroused.  Beating me...breaking my body...it excited you.  It was a release.  It...it was...as close to ppleasure...as you'll ever get..."

She lays there, slumped against the wall, laughing.

"I hand you vengeance, and you turn it away?"

The terrible presence enters the room. Darkness and thunder. Druella looks past Praetor. Abject terror washes over her broken face.

The Infinite Lord walks forward. He gestures towards Druella.

"Ten thousand planar echoes resound with the misery she has bestowed upon them.  Tonight, she dies.  But nevermore shall this opportunity be bestowed upon you, Champion.  Take your blade and strike her down, or go to your grave regretting your choice."

He waits...