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About Lilei

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  1. <p>><img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/biggrin.png" alt=":D" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/biggrin@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /> Sapped men can't say no? <img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/laugh.png" alt="xD" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/laugh@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /></p>

  2. <p>What sort of person saps someone and has their way with them!??</p>

  3. <p>You know you liked it.</p>

  4. <p>I feel so dirty.</p>

  5. Lilei

    A Broken Heart

    "Promises. Loses. Got it. Sure..." She was enthralled in her work by this point. The parting of flesh to metal, the dismembering of organs. As of late, scenes such as these had become home for her. Quite unskillfully she continued to pluck lungs and organs from the specified bodies. Every so often she would spare a glance towards Errigal. For a moment, her eyes went wide as she watched him looking over some sort of drawings. Notes. "Oh shi--" she thought to herself. With more than a bit of annoyance, she slammed the dagger deep into the skull of the male body, the bone cracking, giving way for the cold steal to gray matter. "What the hell?" She waltzed over towards Errigal, peering over at the notes he was holing. "Er..." She lifted her gaze towards him a moment then looked back towars the drawings. "I am going to guess you at least understand these, right?" A skeptical glance was all she gave him before peering towards the girl. "So...from the looks of everything. Surgeon in your tongue means butcher, yes?"
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  7. Lilei

    A Broken Heart

    "No need to get all snippity," she sighed before they entered the room. The hint of annoyance she had quickly faded as they entered into the room. Lab. Workshop. Operating station. Errigal's own little hell. Whatever it was to be called. She decided to go with the latter, glancing curiously around, noting the projects her spoke of. Dead, rotting, decaying. The stench of the room hung heavily, invading her nostrils. She ducked by one of the large meat hooks, maneuvering through the slaughter house, her mind suddenly decided was a better choice of description. But despite the urge to be repulsed, she felt at ease. Something was familiar about it. Maybe it had to do with the dreams she had. The Good Doctor and Malorii as well as herself, sitting in a room... "Huh?" she snapped out of her daze, looking over towards Errigal as he spouted out commands. She couldn't help but blink a few times as she watched him, jabbering on about picking apart the bodies. Not that she minded doing so; just being commanded so by... Her mind cut her off painfully, causing her to shake her head once again. ", take her." Quite literally, she dropped the drugged woman into the boney arms of Errigal, quite hoping it would cause him to topple over. Not waiting for the chance to see whether it happened or not, she turned and started towards the assumed failed projects, doubling over a moment, pulling up a small carving knife from her boot. In Thalassian, she began to curse to herself, approaching the first male body, "I am not your slave wench. This had better not become a habit. I will cut you...nah, I think you would like that..." Carelessly, she drove the dagger deep into the chest cavity, twisting and prying the knife down beneath the ribs, allowing the loud snaps to echo hollowly from within. "Maybe a bit of Holy water. Splash him. Stratholme has some lying around in boxes. I could spike his drink. Does he drink? Damnit.." One rib. Two ribs. Three and four. One by one she broke each one, tearing them out without care, creating a gaping wound large enough for her to maneuver in and out of. Taking a little more caution, she began to cut the threaded muscles of the lung. "I could just burn the place. Maybe steal a few books from here. Yeah, that would piss him off. Maybe later." She shrugged and held up one of the lungs of the male, leaning in close to it. Boldly, she sniffed at it and nearly wreched. The scent was dead, thick, decaying. Her mind swam slightly a moment as she looked around for something to toss it in. "Eh.." She snatched a box from beneath one of the work tables, tossing the lung into it. She cleared her throat, speaking out in Orcish. "From the looks of your track record...I am beginning to wonder if I should wait for the Good Doctor. I would rather the little whelp with the heart condition be alive. So at least I can learn her name." A sly, feline-like smirk played upon her lips as she glanced over towards Errigal, driving the dagger back into the body, near the abdomen. "Show me I am wrong on the assumption though, Mister Surgeon." With a slight jerk of her shoulder, she forcefully drew the blade through intestine, muscle, flesh; the sickening sound ringing out from infront of her. Giving a slight wink, she turned and continued to work the bodies, picking them apart, piece by piece, tossing the usuable organs requested into the box by her feet.
  8. <img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/laugh.png" alt="xD" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/laugh@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /> It's Errigal wearing the scarf his mommy bought him. You can see when it's finished...

  9. <p>PIKSHURE! I wanna see.</p>

  10. <p>Hides?! I'm just not online. I'm writing RP and drawing a picture. <img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/laugh.png" alt="xD" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/laugh@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /></p>

  11. <p>WHY YOU HIDES?! D:</p>

  12. Lilei

    A Broken Heart

    A thin brow arched a moment as she watched Errigal head down the hall way. "Fine...I will carry her myself...again." She rolled her eyes and shook her head slowly as she moved over towards the nameless girl. Leaning over, she began to move the unconscious body before stopping. Her own arms were coated in the black ichor from the Undead as well as large amounts of quickly darkening crimson from the dirty little shortling. ", she won't care too much." She shrugged, wiped her arms onto the clothing of the girl and lifted her up across her arms, letting out an annoyed grunt. "Why couldn't it have been a child? Or something a little more light." Once she felt comfortable holding the female in her arms, she made off after the Forsaken as fast as she could, nearly knocking the new patient's head upon the wall. "You forgot the girl, genius. And...watching will be slightly entertaining to say the least." Casually, she brushed off the projects comment.
  13. Someone inside the instance will help with the summoning. I assume it will be in the large water pit near the beginning. I don't know. But you can only kill him once a day. "Daily."