And when my brush again is dry,

wet it with red! Ruby! CARMINE!

||a rare ooc post here because this is the first thing I see and I WHEEZED

Though certainly the floors lay bone-barren... for now.

But oh, silly little Elf, painted in blood of liars...

I was not addressing [you.]

(And she is gone.)

Sleep well, little preyling...

Your name already carved into the headstone...

(Bhaal's favored needs no second bidding. She falls upon him with mad cackling, painting a masterpiece upon his flesh, should he allow her too work without interruption.)

Ugh, melancholy. Dreary death, empty of glory to lay before the Dread Lord.

Rip an artery. Crush a windpipe. Mark your bleeding name upon their 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏.

What a bright start you've made.

Now choke another. And anotherandanother!

Lips pressed where teeth should tear. Doesn't it madden you, devilbrood, boil your infernal blood?

(Orin shifts out of her disguise and back to her natural, wan form.)

Wretched, rendered, raw, reeling! Running: seeking salvation in the slaughterhouse, HA!

(Her glee is the soundest accord he could have asked of her.

Whether she can better bind herself remains to be seen.)

One bloody sunrise, little tyrant, to begin Bhaal's descent upon this world. I await.

I hear whispers that the north is already ripe with rot, bleeding itself for scraps of strength.

Let my followers worm their way into the living corpse, and I will ready their necks for your boot.

(Or, should the mood take her, her dagger. Minrathous sounds a beautiful testament to Bhaal...)

||Hi!! I'm so nervous lmao

until your noose snares the lambs and shatters their spines - or until I have sated their thirst. Give me a neck to drain, or I will begin my harvest alone.