Post by Dobian on May 23, 2011 15:01:37 GMT -5
Contains some spoilers related to ongoing events.
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Salina sat alone in her cell, still soaking in the news. No longer simply charged with misdemeanor public disturbance, she was now fully identified as both Mistress Caffyn and one of the assailants in Revan's rescue. Her sentence of course: death. Just a coup-le of days earlier, she was woken up when guards came into the cell block carrying two men over their shoulders, both apparently dead. She got up and went to the bars, and got a good look at both. Revan and Ronso - just perfect, she thought. How were they captured? She couldn't ask them in their current state, but she knew what their fate would be. Now, two days later, she realized that she would be sharing that same fate as well.
Salina let out a sudden yelp as knifelike pain shot through her skull behind her eyes. She leaned down and put her face in her hands, tears leaking down her cheeks. In a minute or two, the pain passed. The fifth time that day she had been afflicted. She now knew what the pain was, thanks to a bit of information from of all people, Alora. It was Alora who told Salina that her meltdown in the Suzail market wasn't a simple mental breakdown, it was the beginning of her descent into madness for being a servant of the Dark Goddess. Her interrupted suicide attempt and sudden incarceration seemed to snap Salina back into a lucid state again, and these headaches were caused by her fight against the madness returning.
"If I left the Dark Goddess, the Sharrans would likely come after me," she murmured, "but I am dead anyway, so what does it matter?" Her thoughts turned to Erynne and her friends Lucian and Abigail, both of whom Salina was sure would take great joy in the news of her impending demise, especially after comments Lucian made to her on his visit to her cell the previous day. They can have their last laugh, she thought. But Erynne, whom she had finally reconciled with... Salina sighed in sadness and frustration. There was nothing left for her to do now, except wait, and count down the days to the end.
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Salina sat alone in her cell, still soaking in the news. No longer simply charged with misdemeanor public disturbance, she was now fully identified as both Mistress Caffyn and one of the assailants in Revan's rescue. Her sentence of course: death. Just a coup-le of days earlier, she was woken up when guards came into the cell block carrying two men over their shoulders, both apparently dead. She got up and went to the bars, and got a good look at both. Revan and Ronso - just perfect, she thought. How were they captured? She couldn't ask them in their current state, but she knew what their fate would be. Now, two days later, she realized that she would be sharing that same fate as well.
Salina let out a sudden yelp as knifelike pain shot through her skull behind her eyes. She leaned down and put her face in her hands, tears leaking down her cheeks. In a minute or two, the pain passed. The fifth time that day she had been afflicted. She now knew what the pain was, thanks to a bit of information from of all people, Alora. It was Alora who told Salina that her meltdown in the Suzail market wasn't a simple mental breakdown, it was the beginning of her descent into madness for being a servant of the Dark Goddess. Her interrupted suicide attempt and sudden incarceration seemed to snap Salina back into a lucid state again, and these headaches were caused by her fight against the madness returning.
"If I left the Dark Goddess, the Sharrans would likely come after me," she murmured, "but I am dead anyway, so what does it matter?" Her thoughts turned to Erynne and her friends Lucian and Abigail, both of whom Salina was sure would take great joy in the news of her impending demise, especially after comments Lucian made to her on his visit to her cell the previous day. They can have their last laugh, she thought. But Erynne, whom she had finally reconciled with... Salina sighed in sadness and frustration. There was nothing left for her to do now, except wait, and count down the days to the end.