Conidivh's Journal: A Lovely time in Stormwind

[Conidivh]

After returning from dealing with things amounting to basic upkeep in the East, I was at last greeted with the opportunity to meet with Lovely's charming sister, Celuna. My assistant, Amaena, took the liberty of contacting her at the Tram station and bringing her to this very special audience.

To what end? Simply put, the completion of a plan that began during Lovely's interrogation in the catacombs. There I led her to believe that the "poison" I injected into her was a slow-acting concoction that would not only kill her in the long run, but would also leave her without the ability to bear children in the short run.

Preposterous, obviously, but it did provide me with leverage at the time.

I must admit, the idea for this was inspired by a rare malady called the "Touch of Zanzil", which afflicts visitors to the lost guardtower in Westfall. It's a unique poison that acts very akin to a disease, and from that I studied it's effects and cure through one Dr. Mixlpixl, who sets up shop in the basement of Si:7. Mad though he may be, the good gnomish doctor was a wealth of information, and is partly responsible for the rather extensive knowledge of alchemy and Biology I currently have at my disposal.

The human animal releases certain chemicals in measured dose during times of hieghtened joy, agression, or simple pleasure. The most noticeable and unique mixture of these chemicals is found in large amounts throughout the body during the peak moments of intercourse.

Naturally, concerning our wayward Paladin, this was simply too good to resist.

The first part, as mentioned, was a base chemical I created off my experimentation and exposed to Lovely in Stormwind. The process is not unlike a reverse innoculation. Rather than shoring up the body's natural defenses against certain pathogens, this mixture would weaken them against a very specific pathogen. It's very akin to exposing someone to a substence unnaturally, so that when they ingest said substence again they experience Anaphalactyc shock.

The second part of this device has already been safely delivered into the hands of the sister, Celuna. I let the young woman believe that this was the penultimate salvation to what afflicted her dear sister. An antidote. In any other case, this would be the absolute truth. The mixture in and of itself would cure most common ailments or minor injuries.

But I had not planned on soothing Lovely. Quite the contrary.

The final piece of the puzzle now in place, I should point out exactly to what end this delightful item is being used. In short, I played to Lovely's weakness: her addled notion of happiness through applied lust. The chemicals released through coitus run in the high volume, and are specific. Therefore, they should be used to my full advantage. The second part of the chemical cocktail is no less than a retrograde Touch of Zanzil, with my own blood as a base. Instead of a cure, or the disease's normal proclivity to attack the musculature and abilities of the victim, this creation targets and reacts to those certain chemicals mentioned earlier. It lies dormant until that unique release is achieved, and goes to do it's glorious work.

The end result? Quite simply, to wax layman's terminology: every time Lovely engages in her whiles, she will experience what can only be described as the most excruciating full-body seizure ever experienced. I have no doubt that she will attempt to call upon her powers of the Light to cure her, but that's the beauty of this artifice: it's not a poison, or disease. It's an antidote.

I do so love the truth, don't you?

One must wonder how she will be maddened by this. Will she truly believe the Light has at last called down it's judgement on her? Will she suddenly snap at the strain of having that simple pleasure fouled? Or will she slowly descend into depression as hope of her definition of happiness slips ultimately out of her fingers? I have no doubt that it will pass out of her system given a few years time, but for the immediate future I can safely say that Lovely will experience a travesty that she never thought to encounter previously.

The cure? Well...that's mine to tell, is it not? And not even my journal may have that particular slice of information.

Lovely thought herself beyond my reach. The hound runs loose, and therfore the choke-chain has been used. My master is not patient, nor forgiving, and so I must act in kind.

Goodbye Lovely. Be well.

[Celuna]

((hahahaha.. I knew that was too easy! Evil evil man))

[clys]

((And I thought I was evil. You surpass me, by an order of magnitude, sir ))

[Lovely]

((Ohhhh. Very very evil. I can't wait to see where this goes....hehe.

And even though Lovely doesn't trust you, I'm not going to gimp out on this. She'll take the Antidote.))

[Jazmina]

((bravo!))

[Lupa]

(( Ahh, genius! Pure genius. But, will it truly have the desired result? Is there something your formula might not have been designed to anticipate.. something you could not know about Lovely's blood, and what it has been recently exposed to?.. )) :wink:

[Lovely]

((Well, I took the antidote, so we should all probably figure something out before I make a post. Why don't the two of you decide on something....That might work.))

[Conidivh]

((considering that it's meant to target her natural chemicals i.e. endorphines, adreneline, seratonin/dopemine levels and accelerated by increased bloodflow through hightened heart rythym, it would not have an adverse affect to anything else. It's specially doctored to do just that one thing. Now anything else she might have been exposed to would be a stand alone. ^_^ and thanks for the comments, all!))

[Lovely]

Lovely pondered the situation. Her alchemist, Imogenn, had studied the antidote and found nothing wrong with it. Lovely held the vial in front of her, wondering why Conidivh would give this to her now...She obviously had failed at doing his bidding nine times out of ten. Why would he give her the antidote?

Without thinking any further, Lovely drank the liquid. She wanted to be rid of the poison within her. Impulsive as ever, she quickly finished the vial and tossed it away. Out of sight, out of mind.

Lovely then made her way back to Booty Bay, her current home. She had to talk with a few people.

[Lovely]

Lovely rode into Stormwind, speeding her charger through the streets until she reached the headquarters of SI:7. Leaping from her horse, she ran inside, past the rogue trainers until she got to Mathias Shaw himself.

"Tell me," she demanded, "where is the agent called Conidivh? I must speak with him immediately!"

Shaw looked at Lovely and smiled, glancing at his goblin companion. "Who?"

"Don't play games with me, Shaw....Conidivh is his name. I must speak with him!"

Shaw chuckled a bit at the frazzled Paladin. "I have no idea who you speak of, Paladin. Perhaps you should post a message for him at the city gates."

Lovely howled with rage at Shaw, taking him by surprise. "Dammit," she growled, "Just tell him I was here, and I need him."

Lovely then huffed and walked from the room, punching a wall on the way down the stairs.

[Conidivh]

Lovely had finally caught up to Conidivh as he strolled along admiring the architechture of the Old Town in Stormwind. Her accusations were up front, but hesitant on the details.

"I know it was you," the paladin began. Her eyes welled with fresh tears, tears that began to spill as she lead the rogue into the basement of the Pig and Whistle for a more private audience.

Conidivh merely placated her, offering up suggesstions and alternative sources of her current unfortunate state. Conidivh ticked away the layers of the woman's psyche mentally as a tally as he watched them peel away before his very eyes. It was...fascinating.

Lovely finally collapsed to her knees. She was begging; pleading with Conidivh to fix whatever was wrong with her. The Rogue considered a moment. Perhaps the choke chain was more useful than he thought to make something of this Lovely once more. But that thought quickly slipped into the obscurity of abandoned ideas. No. Lovely was reaping what she had sown in her defiance of Conidivh's wishes.

Too many masters dealt out death or pain as punishments. This, in and of itself, was a slice of poetic justice. In the meantime, even as Conidivh feigned innocence, he thought up steps and measure to make use of the sister, Celuna.

Lovely fell to a prone position by this point, though Conidivh gave her tearful pleas only piecemeal attention. Now she was coming to grips with the full horror of what had transpired. To that, Conidivh only replied in an almost chantlike quality;

"The Paladin of the Light is no more. There is only Lovely now. And Lovely is frightened. Be well, Lovely. Be well."

With that, the rogue ascended the stairs and paced casually through the Tavern's commonroom. He permitted himself one of his rare full grins, as he left the once noble and powerful paladin, Lovely, a wretched ruined and quaking thing on the basement floor.

"Be well, and live."

[Conidivh]

Conidivh crushed the scrap of parchment in his gloved hand, and tossed it into the nearby fire in a small flurry of embers. The day was early yet. This news was not suprising to the rogue, but it was a delightful suprise in terms of the tanacity displayed by his newfound opponents.

Conidivh looked down at his writing kit. It still laid open from the missive he had just sent his assitant and protoge, along with the journal he had kept over the past three years. He had no fear of it's discovery, per se. To any untrained eye, it merely read as very clever- if disjointed - fiction, however it might touch on the names of people in existence to date. The contact had sent on his news by carrier pigeon, it's contents ensconced in the usual cryptic code. A mere glance of the writer's seemingly insane scribble held the truth:

"The Lover is angered. The mistress is plotting. You are known."

Conidivh ran a hand through his premature white-and-silver hair, sighing in an almost relaxed fashion. He had long since abandoned any illusions of what place he held in the grander scheme of things. alive, or dead, he would serve his master's ends dutifully. He may die, but the vengeance would be as according to his plan as was his continued survival. Much akin to the poor sap they elected to the title of "Mathias Shaw" when the predecessor died from old age or the unfortunate dangers of the job, his master would find another Conidivh.

There was always another greedy soul out there in the wide world.

The human rogue crossed his arms and reclined into his chair. The antidote to Lovely's affliction was more simple than his trackers believed, more costly than a man could imagine, and far more than Lovely was willing to barter what remained of her soul for.

"Let them come," mused Conidivh. "My statement, my magnum opus, has already been punctuated and laid bare. This will be a most unique departure from the normal activites of the day."

Conidivh watched the remnants of the parchment blacken and offer it's miniscule fuel to the fire.

There was always another greedy soul out there...

[Lupa]

(( I have met evil, and his name is Conidivh. )) :twisted:

[Lovely]

((Hehe....Lovely is going to get you, Conidivh....Mwahahaha.))

[Lovely]

Lovely rode out of Felwood on Splendor, her charger. The wind flew through her silver hair as the scowl on her face betrayed the wonder and glory of a pure paladin rushing to meet danger. She was in agony, yet she had a mission now.

Earlier in the day, she had been restrained by the elves of Felwood, for her own safety. The poisonous antidote that Conidivh (she was positive it was him) had given her ran strong through her veins, and had a stronger effect than even that evil SI:7 agent could have forseen.

Conidivh had assumed the poison would keep Lovely from experiencing physical pleasure, substituting pain for that pleasure. Lovely was sure he was having a good chuckle over it. But what he didn't take into account was that Lovely was a being of pure lust, pure pleasure....She was always aroused, always excited....and his poison had turned her every waking moment into a living hell.

While restrained, Lovely had gone quite mad from the torture. For three days, she had writhed in pain as the torment increased, until finally it had consumed her. The pain was all she knew, and she wanted nothing more than to die and give herself peace.

Then came the voice in her head...Reassuring her that everything would be okay.....The voice from her mistress Clys. Not knowing if it was due to their rapport, or if madness caused her to hear things, Lovely still clung to the hope Clys' words had offered. She had told her to take the pain, and turn it into power.....

By that point, Lovely was quaking in agony, the pain a constant thing...neverending, never letting up. In a moment of clear thought, she saved herself....She found the way out. For when pain becomes the norm, yet the body isn't damaged, the the reason for the pain to cause hysteria is gone.....

Lovely had taken the pain....Drawn it into herself, and had forced it to become a part of her. The constant pain was now mixed with pleasure, and as Lovely's mind finally succumbed to bitter evil and depravity, she understood how to use this for herself, and as a weapon. She left the elven village, not telling them why, but wincing past her pain and saying she was "cured." They were amazed.

Now, Lovely and her charger sped south, exiting Ashenvale and heading into the Barrens. Her lust for pain and pleasure was at a crescendo, and she knew she must let it go. The Horde outpost she was passing would make a perfect place to feast on the pain.

As she rode into the outpost, the orcish guards attacked Lovely on site. Without even stopping, she dove from Splendor's back, right into the crowd of warriors. Her lust and pain were channeled into sheer rage and violence, and even though she wielded the light, there was nothing holy about this tainted paladin.

Lovely brought her mace downward, shattering the skull of the first orc, who never had a chance to escape, attack, or cry for help. The others attempted to take her down quickly, but when the weapons pierced her flesh, Lovely seemed to grin wider, with a maniacal look in her eyes. Within seconds, the entire outpost was decimated.

Standing amidst the bodies of the orcish guards, Lovely outstretched her arms and howled with rage at the sky. She then broke into laughter as she smeared the blood of the dead across her chest, and her face. Her lips quivered with glee as her tongue rolled around them, tasting the succulent sweetness of the blood of her foes, and she sat in the midst of the group, crying and laughing with sweet agony, and pleasuring herself as the pain took her again.

A half hour later, she rode to Ratchet and caught the boat to Booty Bay, where she showered at her favorite hideaway. The pain, still flowing heavily, was now just another sensation....a strong sensation that she would soon share with the man called Conidivh.

Lovely then made her way to Stormwind. She had things to do. Plans to make. This time, the SI:7 agent would regret he had ever laid eyes upon her.....

[Jazmina]

((*squeels*))

[clys]

Clys was in her laboratory when it happened. Never before had Lovely's thoughts or feelings come to her unbidden, but this time they did. It was like a sudden dark wind had come up inside her head, and Clys had to find a chair and sit.

She had no eyes to close, but she focused her inner vision on Lovely, letting the images come. She realized without losing her focus that the images were in color, not in the usual shades of grey and black that she normally saw.

And there was more than just images. There was pain. Searing, agonizing pain was moving through the ether, connecting Clys with Lovely's own sensations.

After a moment Clys felt as if she had left her own body, and was occupying Lovely's, looking through Lovely's eyes, feeling through Lovely's skin. Clys saw Lovely's hand holding a mace, as if it were Clys' own hand. She watched the orc's head split open as the mace came down upon it. She felt her skin pierced by the orcs' weapons, and the pain and pleasure of it all. She saw the blood spattered over her skin, smeared across her chest and her face. She felt the glee and madness, the pleasure and the agony, as she laughed and cried at the same time. She sat unmoving in the chair as wave after wave crashed over her through the connection of her mind with Lovely's. She felt the brand on the back of Lovely's neck, as if it were her own.

At last the onslaught of thought and emotion slowed, and Clys shook herself, clearing her mind and coming back to herself. She stood, and a large smile crept over her face.

"I feel like a proud Mama," she said to herself. "Lovely. That's my little girl."

[Lovely]

Lovely met Conidivh in the basement of the Pig and Whistle Inn in Stormwind. Her rage and pain were flowing, and she hadn't slept in quite some time. Madness was her ally, and the power of pleasure and destruction was hers to command.

Conidivh began the meeting by feigning innocense, by telling Lovely that he didn't know of the details of the "antidote" he had given her. The silver haired tainted paladin would hear nothing of his lies, and grabbed him by the throat, slamming him into the brick wall.

Lovely screamed at the man that his time was up...She was going to execute justice, consequences be damned.

At that point, Conidivh's eyes rolled back in his head, and he spoke with a voice not his own. It was then he told Lovely who he really was....He was a vessel of Deathwing, father of Onyxia. He was more powerful than she could hope to imagine, and for this affront Lovely would suffer as she had never suffered before.

Lovely snapped at this remark, and reminded the being that she had already lost everything....She had nothing now but pain and suffering, and even if he was the only one who could cure her, this was an affront she wouldn't forgive.

Lovely let loose a blast of holy energy, killing Conidivh almost instantly. She ingnored his words as he slumped to the ground, and as she walked away, she turned and spoke her last words to him. "Be well."

She exited the room, in terrible agony, yet also in excitement....For even though there would no doubt be reprisals....Lovely currently felt better than she ever had before.....

[Conidivh]

((left out a few things, Lovely;) and it's "vassal" i.e. servant ^_^ Great though))

The note was passed through to Trias, Shaw, and other constituents. It was direct, and brooked no reply:

"What you read is proof of my actual demise, colleagues. I have little doubt during this particular time that my assassin was none other than the wayward paladin of which I adressed concern with in earlier reports.

To that end, you may pass along all findings and open files under my balliwick to my assisstant, Amaena. You will find her most capable, and I will of course vouch for her recognition by the unit.

To the subject of the Second Lordearon Scenario. As I am no longer among the rank and file living, it seems, you can safely assume that the mechanics of the plan are at least still in place. The first toll has been taken.

This will be last report to Si:7.

Regards, and well wishes,
~C. "

Another man read the note, utterly fascinated before pocketing it.

Conidivh's death served the plan as well as his life did. The man whistled to himself as he strolled toward the Northshire Abbey.

[Amaena]

((waaah, you people made me make ANOTHER account...meh...oh well...it's fun to be evil. :twisted: ))

She truly had been having a most wonderful vacation. After tromping through muggy jungles and dry deserts and having to endure that same putrid smell and that same disgusting sight, Amaena could think of no better thing to do with her time than pickle her liver in the Pig and Whistle every single day until the wine she drank washed away every memory she had of that worthless, wretched paladin. Her temper and patience were much shorter than her boss's, and the paladin's seeming complete inability to accomplish even the most simple of tasks set before her was maddening. Only the fear of her boss's punishment for disobeying his orders stayed her hand those many times she thought of creeping up on Lovely's prone, sleeping form and simply slitting her throat.

Amaena took a deep breath as she walked to the Pig and Whistle. Thinking of that wretched woman made Amaena's blood boil, and the last thing she needed to do was lose control. Instead, she turned her thoughts away, wondering what was happening while she was out of touch. She'd received the package from her boss a few days prior, containing a rather cryptic note and her boss's journal. It had proven to be very fascinating reading. Though she knew Conidivh could handle himself, she couldn't help but be somewhat concerned for him. She knew if he died it meant little in the grand scheme of things, the same for her...but he was her boss. How could she not care if he died or not?

Though...if he was dead, wouldn't that be exciting? Amaena permitted herself a grin. Oh, what would happen from that...

As Amaena entered the tavern, she noticed immediately the number of milling guards and worried tavern help. She approached one, a timid looking girl that held a handful of her white apron in a deathgrip. She leaned close and whispered.

"What's going on here?"

The girl looked up at Amaena, her eyes brimming with tears. "Oh...it's so terrible...someone murdered an old man in the basement. They say it might have been...might have been..." She hiccuped. "Might have been a priest...or a paladin, even!"

"A priest or paladin? Why?" Amaena's interest was piqued. It took all her control to not let her excitement show beyond her eyes.

The tavern girl wiped an eye as she looked back toward the door. "They said he had magical burns on his body...and they were made with holy magic..."

Good...good... Amaena feigned a shocked gasp. "Wait...an old man? Did he have hair about this long--" She motioned with her hands at her shoulders. "--and wore all black?"

The tavern girl looked back up at her, surprised. "Y-yes...do you...know who he is?"

"Oh no!" Amaena's hands went to her chest. "No...my...my father!" She rushed forward, trying to pull away from the guards that barred her from going downstairs. "Please...please...I think that's my father!"

The guards looked at each other, confused. One finally said, "Why do you think that?"

"He...he went missing this morning...I've been looking for him...he's not well, sir...oh no, if it's him, I don't know what I'll do..."

The guard sighed, then started down the stairs. "Come along, then. Let's see if you can identify him."

Once Amaena reached the bottom of the stairs, she fell to her knees once she saw the body laying on the stones below. She covered her face with her hands and sobbed greatly. The guard looked up the stairs, then put a hand on her shoulder. "I'll leave you a moment with him, then."

The guard went back up the stairs and moved any onlookers away from the doorway to give Amaena privacy. Amaena sniffled and wept as appropriate until she was away from the stairs, and then she simply sighed as she knelt next to Conidivh's still body.

"Well...looks like it happened, boss." She allowed herself a moment of mourning, but only one. This wasn't an end, but a beginning. Amaena didn't have to look long to find the one belonging she wanted from his body: a shining black pendant on a chain of silver. She slipped that into her pocket, then went tearfully back up the stairs.

------

One the sun had set, Conidivh's body had been disposed of. It was burned, the ashes properly handled. Amaena knew that's what he'd want done with his body, as it held many secrets in itself...but she couldn't help but secret away a small, tightly corked vial of his blood for later inspection. His secrets were just too interesting.

Amaena had met with the corrupted paladin that afternoon, the rain that fell hard in Elwynn seemingly unable to touch the shining streets of Stormwind. She'd found the wretch chasing after that troll-loving rogue, begging to be "let in". Perhaps his pants? Amaena didn't wish to ponder that, lest she be sick on the stones of the Valley of Heroes.

Conidivh would probably have frowned on her for doing so, but Amaena wanted to see the paladin herself. She wanted to finally express to her the finality of her situation, how her own rash actions had sealed her fate. Amaena wasn't sure what exactly she suspected, as that same fact had eluded the daft paladin for this long, and the meeting still proved fruitless.

A call of a nightbird pulled Amaena from her memories, and she raised the vial filled with thick red liquid to her gaze again. She smirked.

What would come next would prove to be most interesting indeed.

[Lovely]

Lovely held the letter in her shaking hands. It was received just moments before, delivered by the postal authorites from the rogue Aemena. Horrified, Lovely read it over and over again.

She knew Aemena spoke the truth. Conidivh's blood held the only cure for Lovely's ailment, and with his death that cure was gone for good. Lovely had slain him out of spite, and now she would never be cured. At least now, Lovely knew Conidivh was responsible without a doubt. This letter confirmed that. But it didn't matter.

Aemena was right about many things. She did know Lovely....She knew of all the evil things the tainted paladin had done. The men and women she had ripped away from their lovers for her own pleasure, only to be discarded after their use had run out. Lovely was a vampire to these people, sucking out their life force and their free will for her pleasure, and destroying friends and family in the process.

After seeing Barke the other day, she had been trying to set herself on the right track. This letter, which she held before her tear filled eyes, further put her on that track. She was a creature of lust and evil, and not deserving the pleasure she so often craved.

What now, the paladin asked herself. Even now the pain in her loins was burning...She wanted to be touched at this very moment, and the agony was building. Clys had offered a cure, but would it even work? Aemena didn't seem to think so.

Aemena was completely right. Lovely was through. She was a husk....She was beyond redemption. Such a bright candle....It made sense for it to snuff out so quickly.

Lovely drew the pain inward, trying to put it out of her mind as she put on her helm and left her room. There were things to do....People to say goodbye to. She was going to rid the world of the greatest evil of all....Herself.

Mounting on her steed, Lovely began her ride from Stormwind....She would seek her end in battle, at least trying to do the right thing as she fell.

[Nadea]

((my god do I LOVE this storyline! I'm all like "nooooo, Lovely, dont do it!!"...unless, of course, her death makes her...undead and working for OUR side! =D ))

[Lovely]

((my god do I LOVE this storyline! I'm all like "nooooo, Lovely, dont do it!!"...unless, of course, her death makes her...undead and working for OUR side! =D ))

((Hehe...Nah, I won't delete Lovely and reroll. I've worked waaaay too hard to do that, plus I have a few level 30+ alts I enjoy playing as well. But yeah, this is going to be crazy. *hug Nadea*))

[Daala]

((I think I might get a slice of this action...provided nobody minds, of course.))

[Nadea]

((my god do I LOVE this storyline! I'm all like "nooooo, Lovely, dont do it!!"...unless, of course, her death makes her...undead and working for OUR side! =D ))

((Hehe...Nah, I won't delete Lovely and reroll. I've worked waaaay too hard to do that, plus I have a few level 30+ alts I enjoy playing as well. But yeah, this is going to be crazy. *hug Nadea*))

((Awww, too bad, I would have *loved* to have you on our side *evil grin*. Of course, the way Nadea feels about Lovely IC NOW is fun too =D *hugs Lovely*))

[Lovely]

Lovely rode from the gates of Stormwind on her Charger Splendor. She was fully armored, wearing her helm and with her shield slung on her back. Under the helm, her eyes were filled with tears as she thought of what she was going to do.

Riding east, she passed through Eastvale logging camp and then into Redridge. She had a date with death, and was going to die in combat as a paladin should. At least, she thought, that was something she wouldn't screw up. She was going to attack the Blackrock orcs in the Burning Steppes, and kill as many as she could before she died.

Death was going to come as a comfort to Lovely. With the poison of Conidivh running through her veins, she was in constant pain, and could no longer feel physical arousal without agonizing torment. As a creature of lust, this was just too much to deal with. She had said goodbye to everyone in town...Everyone except Barke and Celuna...and Clys.

Lovely had purposely left these people out of the loop. She loved them, and didn't want them to try and stop her. She wanted them to think of her as dying a valiant death, doing what was the right thing to do....for once.

As Lovely entered the Burning Steppes, she became aware of two riders quickly approaching from her rear. They were human in appearance, but were garbed in black leather armor with masks similar to the one Barke often wore. Rogues.

No matter, Lovely thought. Humans were her allies...For the most part. She kept an eye on them, just in case they ran into trouble. Thats when she was caught off guard by the other two rogues waiting at the entrance of the pass.

A grappling hook was thrown from behind a rock, catching Lovely's armor and ripping her right off her horse. She hit the ground hard with a thud that knocked the breath out of her, and tried to roll to her feet. Another grappling hook shot out and wrapped around her ankle, tripping her and causing her to fall to the ground.

Suddenly the rogues on the horses dismounted and jumped on the paladin, who was startled enough to not get her bearings yet. One of them grabbed her helm and yanked it off, while another one used a type of bullwhip and disarmed her, knocking her mace several feet away.

Out of instinct, Lovely threw her arm forward, and blasted one of the rogues with holy light, injuring him gravely. But the other three were on her, and one of them hit her across the back of the neck, stunning her. While stunned two of the rogues grabbed her and held her down, while the injured one and his companion pulled out crobars and began to pry her armor from her body.

Lovely screamed as the armor was being ripped away, and attempted to summon her inner strength to get away from the brigands. It didn't seem to work, and by the time Lovely realized that she had been poisoned, she was moving very slow.

Instinct took over again, and Lovely drew forth the light and surrounded herself with a bubble of energy that made her invulnerable to her attackers. She then dispelled the poison and healed herself, and before the bubble ran out she blasted the injured rogue once again with holy light, incinerating him where he stood.

One moment later, she was stunned again. She was aware of her boots and leggings being removed, and the remainder of her armor until she was naked in the dusty cracked ground of the Burning Steppes. By the time she was able to control her actions, the rogues had worked together and bound her legs with sturdy rope, and tied her hands behind her back.

"Do it," she screamed. "Have your way with me and be done with it!!!" She braced herself for the pain she knew was coming.

The three rogues lifted her from the ground and wrapped her in a blanket before throwing her over the back of one of the mounts. One of them spoke with a chilling voice to her. "I bet thats what you want, harlot....But our boss has different plans for you. Goodnight, Lovely."

WHACK!

Something hard had hit Lovely in the back of the head. As questions arose in her mind, she succumbed to the blow and fell into blackness. The rogues then began their trek back to Stormwind, pausing only to burn the body of the one Lovely had slain.

[Amaena]

Amaena looked about the corner of Stormwind she was currently standing in, nestled back in the smoky Dwarven District. She looked down at the gnome sitting behind a bench, small fingers working expertly over screws and cogs and whatever else engineers found such pleasure from. The pink pig-tailed gnome hummed happily while she turned a last screw, then slipped the casing onto the entire device and shined it with a rag.

"Here ya go," she chirped happily, handing the device up for Amaena's inspection. The human gave it a passing look, then smiled and handed it back. The gnome cheerfully put the device in a box and wrapped it with cord. As she handed the box to Amaena, a confused look passed over her smudged face. "By th' way, what're those for, anyway? That's the second one I've made so far...and Gally, he only told me they were for sore muscles!"

Amaena smiled as she took the package. "That's exactly what they're for, little Pepperine. Don't concern yourself on it any more than that."

The gnome shrugged. "'Kay, have fun then! Break a chair!"

Amaena raised an eyebrow, then decided that must be some strange gnomish vernacular and left it alone. As she turned from the engineer to walk away, a man in black approached her.

"It's done."

Amaena gave him a sidelong glance. "Then you know what to do." The man nodded and disappeared.

She allowed herself a smile. Things were already looking up.

[clys]

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[Xelthan]

((This is Conidivh's player on my hawtness account ;) Ok, I've got to sidebar here since this is something agreed upon by Lovely's player and myself: the only cure for the anedote - it's not a poison, it's makeup isn't that of a pathogen or poison - is Conidivh's blood. Lovely will get cured, but I'd really like to keep at least one part of the storyline intact. Sorry for that, i should have said this earlier. Interference and plotting is awesome, but I'm going to have to ask for a little elbow room on this to have it play out as intended. Thanks.))

[clys]

((taking this to PMs))

[Lovely]

<<<WARNING: MATURE CONTENT>>>













Lovely awoke in a familiar room. It was one of the crypt underneath the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind. She had been tied to a pole affixed in the ground by her captors, and sat there in the dust, naked and cold. Two guards stood nearby, watching over her, yet neither of them looked in her direction. She attempted to speak to them, but it was as if they were deaf....They completely ignored her.

Moments later, Amaena strolled down the stairs and entered the room. She wore a black outfit, identical to the one Conidivh had worn, and she carried a pouch with her.

Pleasantries were spoken, but Lovely could tell the woman was being cynical, and hated to look at her. She began to ask Lovely questions, and Lovely was honest if not blunt.

The guards fetched Amaena some water, and she began to clean Lovely. At this time, and at her touch, Lovely felt her body quiver with excitement, even though the rogue was doing nothing more than cleaning her. Struggling against those feelings, and trying to wrest away the pain, Lovely asked the rogue why she was doing this.

Amaena told Lovely that she was going to be delivered to someone, and must be clean, but at this point, these catacombs were to be her home. She was now in possession of these people, and would do well to listen.

Lovely begged Amaena to kill her, but the rogue went about her business. She washed Lovely's hair, and brushed out the tangles, making her pretty and presentable. She saw the brand of The Immortalis, and when she asked about it, Lovely was truthful. She told her that she served Clys. Clys was dear to her. Amaena nodded and mentioned that Lovely was already a slave.

When Lovely asked if she could wear clothing, the rogue denied the request, and thats when the next part of the plan came into action.

A device was brought out. A large, X shaped table on an incline that was covered in strong leather straps. Lovely was moved to the table and secured there, spread out for all to see, and unable to move. She began to beg and plead, but her cries fell on deaf ears once again.

Amaena pulled an arm from the table, which was attached near Lovely's knees. She then took a metallic device, exactly like the gnomish device Galidon had gifted, and attached it to the arm. Turning it on, the cylinder began to vibrate.

Lovely became irate, panicking and begging....but it did no good. The device was placed just out of reach, and in Lovely's madness, she struggled to avoid it and reach it at the same time. Her pain grew as her lust did, and she was awash in physical confusion.

Amaena began to tell her things, and offered her a vial to calm her senses. When Lovely refused, Amaena pushed the arm closer, letting the metallic cylinder press against her nether regions. The sensation of pain and pleasure was too much to bear, and Lovely was ashamed when she screamed in agony as she exploded in front of Amaena....Her body convulsed as the pleasure and agony combined and she quickly came again and again.

When Amaena pulled the arm back, Lovely collapsed in exhaustion, and quickly agreed to take the vial. It was a greenish liquid, and moments after drinking it, Lovely's senses of thought and rationality began to dissolve. She became only aware of her physical being, and her ability to feel.....

As the rogue walked away, she mentioned to Lovely that this torture would last for a few days longer. "Be well," she said as she walked away, ignoring Lovely's tears and instructing the guards not to touch her.

Inside, Lovely was dying. Her body, still wracked with pain, struggled to reach the vibrating cylinder that was just out of touch, yet knowing that if she did touch it, the pain would be unbearable. As her mind left her, she wished for death more than ever.

[Amaena]

((Sorry this took so long, Lovely...having your long-distance boyfriend in for a week sort of distracts you. ^_^; ))

It had been many days since Amaena had walked down these steps. She brushed past guards that stared straight ahead. In all the preparations of the homecoming that was quickly approaching, Amaena had all but forgotten her little captive.

From the shadows of the doorway, Amaena quietly observed the scene she found. The straps that held the wayward paladin to the table were worn, obviously from struggle. The metallic device still whirred in place, powered by the seemingly limitless energy supply of goblin fuel the little gnome had put into it.

The paladin's skin was even more pale than she had remembered, with wide red marks where the straps still securely fastened her to the table. Her hair was tousled and tangled. The bath Amaena had given her appeared to be the last good one she'd had, and she'd simply received splashes of water since then.

As Amaena watched, the paladin stirred and raised her head. Her eyes looked about her blearily, and her limbs struggled weakly against the bonds. One of the two guards on the opposite side of the room looked up when she awoke and watched her intently. No one had been made aware of Amaena's presence, so she clung to the shadows a bit more, watching the events unfold.

The paladin moaned and writhed against her bonds, her eyes and the guard's gaze meeting. She grasped her hand toward him, her back arching slightly. The guard took a long look over her nude body, his approval quite apparent. He took a step forward--

--and his head snapped back, the gunshot echoing loudly through the catacombs. The other guard jumped, looked down at his dead companion, then looked toward the doorway.

Amaena slipped the small blunderbuss back into its holster, and she motioned for one of the guards on the level above. "Get rid of the body, and take his post." She looked back at the guard still in Lovely's room. "You at least knew better."

The rogue smiled at the paladin, who now looked at her with wide eyes. "And you should as well. Don't worry...your struggle will soon be over."

Amaena turned and started up the steps again, ignoring whatever response Lovely had for her. She was nothing more than a tool at this point, and tools did not require personal attention.

[Lovely]

Lovely had seen Amaena...Sensed her somehow. She saw the death of the guard, the look on the face of the other guards, and heard what Amaena said to them.

It didn't matter. None of it mattered. For Lovely's mind was now gone...She was broken, a nearly blank slate that knew nothing except for the anguish that was her existence at this and every moment. Words had no meaning either...She had heard the rogue speak to the guard, but the language seemed a bit blurry, and seemed scrambled in her mind.

Lovely's eyes were glazed over, with weariness and unbroken anxiety obvious in those pools of blue. She was aware of her body moving occasionally, but wasn't aware of the fact that she was the one doing it. The constant whirring of the vibrating device had become the norm as well, and was silent to the fallen paladin.

Lovely lowered her head again, her thoughts a gibbering mass of madness as darkness took her once more....

[Mortica]

((derailing for just a second: Ya know Lovely, that quote you have at the bottom of your posts would probably make more sense if Lovely wasn't ALWAYS being totured in some fashion or other

oh, and kudos on the story! I'm glad it's progressing again! ))

[Teelia]

((derailing for just a second: Ya know Lovely, that quote you have at the bottom of your posts would probably make more sense if Lovely wasn't ALWAYS being totured in some fashion or other

oh, and kudos on the story! I'm glad it's progressing again! ))

((Thank you. I've been having a blast playing Teelia, but Lovely is my first 60, and so every once in a while I get the itch to play her again. And yeah, I never even thought about the quote...She is always getting tortured!))

[Lovely]

Lovely was suddenly able to breathe. Her senses began to return, and she was aware of being dried off. The guards had cleaned her, and removed her from the table. They were now dressing her in armor similar to what she had worn before....Or at least she thought as much. Before was a long time ago, and Lovely's memories were a little skewed.

All Lovely knew was that she was free, and her freedom had come in the form of a gift from Lady Amaena, who had seen it in her heart to forgive the wayward paladin for the sins of her past.

Lovely no longer felt the need to feel physical pleasure. Her pleasure came from serving the light, and Lady Amaena was an avatar of that light. She would do anything that Amaena asked of her, even if it meant her death.

When Amaena entered the chamber beneath the cathedral, Lovely was armored and knelt before her out of respect. She had so much to say to her mistress...So much to be thankful for. For Lady Amaena was her savior, and she would not forsake that.

Amaena told her that her freedom depended on a few things. Apparently the Scourge had invaded, and there were things to be done. Lovely was a weapon that would fight the scourge, and only after their defeat and removal from the lands would things be right. Lovely was given several missions, and was also instructed to apologize to those she had wronged in the past. She began with Amaena, asking her forgiveness for the death of Conidivh. Of course, Amaena gave it...as Lovely knew she would. She was an angel of the light, and Lovely would be doing the right thing by helping her....

Lovely strode up from the catacombs and began her mission....

[Lovely]

Lovely returned from Azshara, feeling exhausted. Her armor was dented, and there was a crack in her shield. Blood covered the Argent Dawn taberd that was a bit ripped and hanging from her shoulders. It was the blackish blood of the Scourge, and Lovely had been battling them nonstop since her freedom a week ago.

She still had much to do....She wanted to contact Celuna, her sister, to let her know that she was alive. She also wanted to prove herself to Kurohane more...Because even though Kurohane had welcomed her back into the Swordwaltzers, Lovely felt she owed the woman more than she owed anyone else. It had been Kurohane that had suffered for months on end because of Lovely's evil ways. She still felt as though she had much atonement for the elven hunter.

Lovely got to her room in the Guilded Rose Inn, the same room that had been abandonded by her earlier, before her capture and subsequent freedom by Amaena. She sat and reflected for a moment, and then it happened....

Light bathed Lovely, and she heard a voice in her head. It was a soothing voice, and although the words seemed a bit jumbled and garbled, they flowed like liquid through her head, and a message was clear to her. The Light itself has spoken to her. It had given her a mission...A test.

The Light told Lovely that part of her atonement would be to travel to the capitol cities of the Horde. She would find the festival fires there, and would bless each fire, so that perhaps the blessing of the light would subconciously affect the Horde and give them reason, rather than the madness that several of them had been afflicted with of late. She was to carry nothing...No armor, and no weapons. This was a mission of cleansing for Lovely as well as for the Horde.

Lovely nodded, and began to undress. She left her armor and weapons in the corner of her room, and took a bath...the first bath she had taken in nearly a week. It felt good to clean the grime and blood from her body, and as she lay there she thought of Amaena and Conidivh.

The antidote Conidivh had given Lovely still coursed through her veins. Should she feel physical pleasure, the agony was still there to torment her. Yet through the conditioning of Amaena, the torture had stopped, because Lovely had discovered a way to block out the emotion, and the anticipation, and all the lust that still hid itself within her. Amaena was her savior, and she would do her best to make the rogue happy.

After bathing, Lovely dried herself and stood in front of her mirror. She was certainly beautiful....with her pale skin and silver hair. Her arms moved to touch herself, to feel her skin, but Lovely quickly stopped this. Best to get on with the mission for the light. Amaena would be proud the more Lovely held out, and so would Kurohane. Lovely's promises to those two were more important right now than her own pain or pleasure.

The eyes of those in Stormwind opened widely when the naked paladin walked from the inn and into the Trade District. She said nothing at their words and their cat calls, looking ahead and confidently striding toward the griffon master. Within moments, she was on her way to Southshore.

Upon reaching the contested Territory of Southshore, Lovely ignored further looks from the local citizens, and summoned forth her Charger, Splendor. She mounted him and rode north. Soon after, she swam across the lake and reached the Undercity itself.

The sight of a silver haired naked paladin was something that the Forsaken hadn't seen, and many of them gawked in disbelief as she rode her steed into the city itself. She said nothing, acknowledged no one, and made no effort to communicate her intentions as she entered the abandoned throne room where the first flame was kept.

Lovely dismounted, and blessed the Flame of the Undercity. Several Forsaken stood around her, some of them talking, yet they did nothing. Lovely then walked to the open courtyard and began to summon Splendor. A Forsaken priest showed up, yelled something, and then cast a spell on Lovely, making her body fill with pain. Lovely dismissed his pain with the light, and just stared at him. He looked confused for a moment, unsure of what he was watching. In that time, Lovely was able to summon Splendor, and she rode from the Undercity with no further problems.

Upon her return to Southshore, Lovely mounted a griffon and flew toward Menethil. As she clung to the great beast, she wondered why the people at the Undercity had for the most part let her go. She was an easy target, naked and unarmed, and had made no violent effort toward them. Surely they could have easily killed her. Yet they allowed her to leave. Perhaps, she thought, her reputation as a former friend to the Forsaken had preceded her. Perhaps there were those who still thought she was in league with the darkness.

She landed in Menethil and got on the boat to Theramore. No one on the boat seemed to be concerned with her either. To Lovely, this whole event seemed ethereal in nature. Perhaps, she thought, the light was protecting her from the eyes of the people, or perhaps these people understood she was under an atonement quest....The answer was not clear.

Upon reaching Theramore, Lovely took a griffon to Ratchet, and then mounted her steed and rode toward Orgrimaar. She stopped to help a young orc in the Barrens, who gave her a blinking look as she destroyed the creatures he was fighting with a wave of her arm.

Upon reaching the gates of Orgrimaar, Lovely was attacked immediately by several members of the guild Novus. She shielded herself, running into the city as far as she could before they took her down. Even through the beating they gave her, she never once faulted them. For if this had been Stormwind, they would recive the same treatment. They kicked her and cut her and smashed her into the ground, leaving her for dead. Passerby's walked by, spitting on the fallen paladin. Lovely began to understand more about this quest of atonement. She was being punished for the sins of her past, sins that she would not repeat.

When most of the horde left the area, Lovely pulled herself to her feet, healed herself, and shielded herself again, making her way toward Thrall's chamber. The flame was near there, the light told her, and she would not stop until her job was complete. The light flowed through her body, energizing her and closing her wounds. It protected her as the new volley of attacks flew her way.

Finally, when she had reached the middle of the Drag, she fell again. The Horde beat her mercilessly, screaming at her and jumping around her nude body. One hunter threw a flare near her body, possibly scared that she was part of an invasion force. As Lovely lay there limp and bleeding, this nearly made her laugh. Yes, an invasion force of naked silver haired unarmed paladins. Scary indeed.

Lovely lay still, nearly dead as the Horde mob dwindled away again. She moved her head and opened her eyes, ready to heal herself again and continue her run, when she saw him. The Dread Mage Lupen of The Grim. The one who had summoned forth the demon of lust so long ago, showing Lovely her true self.

Lupen sat crosslegged in front of Lovely, and as she awoke, he clapped for her and nodded. He made no effort to attack her, or cannibalize her body. It was as if he understood everything that she was going through. She looked at her old friend curiously. She was confused for a moment. This abomination should be destroyed. He should be killed to avenge all those who had died at his feet. He should die for the love of Kurohane, and Amaena. Yet Lovely knew in her heart that underneath his rotting exterior, he had a shred of honor. In another world, they could have been allies.

Lovely sat up and healed herself as Lupen eyed her up and down. She nodded at him, still a bit befuddled, and continued her run. This time she made it to the fire before the guards struck her down. Lupen stood guard over her, and although Lovely couldn't understand his language, it seemed as though he was telling people to back off. Maybe Lupen knew the type of quest Lovely was on....Or maybe he was just taking care of someone he considered an old friend....

Lovely healed herself again, and blessed the flame. She then thanked Lupen, and summoned her mount, quickly riding past all the Horde and leaving the city.

Lovely made it all the way to Ratchet before she was attacked. Two members of Invictus had followed her from Orgrimaar, and took her down quickly. She didn't try to resist them, and instead laughed at them in pity as they beat her down.

Invictus deserved her pity, for it seemed like all the members of that guild were not only psychotic, but fairly weak in combat as well. They had good equipment, but so far all the members she had encountered were lacking the skill to put their equipment to use.

So Lovely waited until the mage and the warrior from Invictus left, and then healed herself for the trip to Mulgore. Thunder Bluff was her destination, and Splendor took her there quickly.

Thunder Bluff was a beautiful city, much moreso than any of the others she had been to before. The closest rival for its beauty anywhere had to be Darnassus, but the city on the cliffs was a mazing to say the least. Lovely made it inside, and managed to slip away from the Tauren guards as she made her way to Spirit Rise. She got all the way to the flame, and began to bless it, when a Tauren Druid unstealthed in cat form and attacked her from behind. She went down quickly under his raking claws, and turned to look at his face.

Lovely recognized the Druid. His name was Tarlandir, or something like that, and he was a member of The Grim. A bloodthirsty killer, and yet a druid. Lovely didn't understand how he could be both....But he somehow was. She fell to the ground, wounded horribly, and he went stealth again, waiting for her to heal herself.

Lovely didn't blame the druid for camping the area. But he was of The Grim. She would not let him have the last laugh. She healed herself, and quickly ran to the other side of the fire, blessing it. Within a split second of finishing it, the druid attacked her in cat form from behind, but he was not quick enough. Lovely threw forth her hands, and her pale body was protected by the light, which was much stronger than a bloodthirsty druid hell bent on killing a naked human.

Lovelt winked at the druid and activated her hearthstone, which hung on a string around her neck. The beast clawed at her energy bubble, frothing at the mouth in rage and in the panic that he might not end her life. Puzzling, as Druids are supposed to be typically neutral in nature, Lovely thought. Perhaps he had the Invictus madness.

Lovely was teleported to Stormwind, her last view of Mulgore the rabid attacks of a frothing mouthed Tauren. So much for honor in Mulgore, she thought. But her mission was complete. She had blessed all three of the cities.

The light descended upon Lovely before she could ponder the situation further. It told her in the liquid voice that she had proved herself, and that this stage of her atonement was complete. The light enveloped Lovely, bathing her in its power as it lifted her off the ground and slowly caressed her with power.

Lovely said a silent prayer as the light dwindled and sat her on the ground, and smiled. She felt completely rejuvenated. Her skin had a bit more color, her hair even seemed to have a bit more silvery shine, and her eyes sparkled with new energy.

Lovely looked in the mirror that had reflected her earlier. There was another change as well. A halo of light sat atop her head, casting a glow upon her. She moved her hand upward to touch it and her hand passed through. The halo gave off a warmth, and generally made Lovely feel as though she were at one with the light.

Praise be the light....She would have to tell Amaena about this. She threw on a robe and began to search for the rogue. This would be a wonderful surprise....

[Grisch]

((AWESOME! I so wish I could have been there. Heck, if we'd known, we would at least have had an honor guard to walk beside you.

So does this mean that Lovely is now free of Clys control?

Also, nice handling of Novus and Invictus, as well as The Grim descriptions. I also tend to think of them as simply too weak minded to fight off the madness of the burning legion as the rest of us do.

Just like Invictus kiddies to need TWO of them to chase down a naked human.))

[Lovely]

((AWESOME! I so wish I could have been there. Heck, if we'd known, we would at least have had an honor guard to walk beside you.

So does this mean that Lovely is now free of Clys control?

Also, nice handling of Novus and Invictus, as well as The Grim descriptions. I also tend to think of them as simply too weak minded to fight off the madness of the burning legion as the rest of us do.

Just like Invictus kiddies to need TWO of them to chase down a naked human.))

((Well, Lovely still has the Clys brand on her. But she also now has a halo of the light, so we'll have to see what happens.

Yes, I had so much fun doing this last night. It was a blast seeing some of you, and giving some hordies some free honor points. That was a hard quest to complete, and I ended up getting about 16 gold from it (since I no longer get EXP). Probably the most fun I've had in weeks. Lupen and the other people who were nice to me, thank you. To that Tauren druid in Mulgore, no hard feelings, but "In Yo Face, psycho!" hehe))

[Noury]

Praise the Light in all its glory, that it can return a wayward soul into its warm embrace and ask nothing in return, save the will to try..

[clys]

((Free of Clys? Don't be silly. This is all part of my plan. 8) ))

[Kurohane]

((Keep telling yourself that, Clys. ^_~))