Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140121230830/@comment-24123288-20140122145559

"I want him to beg for his life..." Eilonwyn muttered, her tone and mood growing dark.

"No...I want to hurt him even more than Bologra has..." She reached for her scythe and used it to pull herself up, standing for the first time in hours. Maybe even a day.

"And when I give him a chance to live...I'm going to relish watching the light in his eyes die as his face gets acquainted with my scythe..." Eilonwyn finished, wobbling on shaky legs and using her weapon for support.