Return of the Matron Posted by: Jysdiira on Friday, November 07, 2003 - 08:16 AM
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The slave was bound naked to the floor, drugged so her screams would not interrupt the painful enchantments soon to be cast. Black, slender hands finished creating the runes that encompassed a fifteen-foot circle in the middle of the necromancer’s laboratory. Matron Jysdiira stood silently within the circle while Szin worked, Ilmeth remained at her side, his impassive face gave no indication of his thoughts.
Szin brushed the remnants of chalky powder from his hands. “I’m afraid this is going to be painful, Matron.” His look was one of professional regret.
Jysdiira inclined her head, she knew it would be. Ilmeth helped her to the wide, metal gurney and saw her comfortably settled on it while Szin began a low-pitched chant in a language unknown to either the dragondrow or her companion.
