A’mon Sol turned his attention to his newest amusement, the foolish warrioress who lead a small group from the nearby settlement into the foothills of the Frost Hills in pursuit of his orc allies… and straight into his trap. Per his instructions, the orcs and his hobgoblin minions butchered the males but captured her, the sole female, alive. He didn’t need her for interrogation, she wouldn’t know anything of use to him. He only wanted her for entertainment. The only thing that broke the monotony of his seventeen centuries of undead existence was the occasional intrusion of some would-be heroes into his lichdom, most of who fell to his goblinoid minions before even being brought to his attention, and the odd female for him to toy with. But, since he had a habit of being too rough with his toys, they seldom lasted long. This one had proven more resilient than most, enduring some of his most creative, and depraved, games to date. Held under a spell of dominance, she was his to manipulate like a puppet of living flesh with just a thought, even though she was fully aware of her actions and continued to try, futilely, to resist him. She’d lasted nearly a full ten-day already and the spell would elapse before another, but he hadn’t decided if he’d recast it upon her or devise an entertaining way to execute her and look for a new source of amusement, perhaps his pet witch. She’d been growing a bit uppity of late, assuming an air of authority over his other minions, so it was about time he put her back in her place. She was due to return from dispatching the latest group of intruders, who’d proven more formidable than most, at any time. For now he turned the soulless pits that had once been his eyes to the beautiful naked warrioress as he considered what to do with her to entertain himself. When his minions drug her before him and he’d enthralled her, he’d made her devest herself of her armor and garb before them just to heighten her humiliation. But that had been to least mortifying of the deeds he’d made her perform since, each intended to chip away at her pride and self-esteem, weakening her will and lessening her resistance to his further manipulations. However, so far he’d failed to break her spirit, which just meant that he’d have to conceive of some more degrading act for her to perform… to his delight. Tana sat on the cold stone dais beside the lich’s throne with her knees drawn up and her head hung, exhausted, ashamed and furious. Held under the loathsome creatures domination spell, she had little control over her own actions, compelled to obey his every amoral whim… each one of which was clearly intended to humiliate and degrade her. But as much as she wanted to destroy the undead thing for dishonoring her like this, she also blamed her predicament on her settlement’s cleric of Tempus who’d demanded that she led a far to small contingent of their warriors in pursuit of the orcs who attacked them without provocation. Born in Zhentil Keep under the thumb of the infamous ‘Black Network’ she’d lived with cruelty and brutality her whole life, escaping with a small group of ex-soldiers and their families to settle in the Silver Marches just a few years ago. But when the settlement’s lord-protector fell ill their priest had claimed that Tempus, lord of battles, had struck him down as punishment from not retaliating against the orc raiders who’d been harassing them form months. So he’d charged her with pursuing them, but the constant assaults had depleted their ranks and there simply weren’t enough men available to mount a decent counter-attack. “So, my pet, what shall I have you do now to entertain me?” the lich sneered with a truly evil smirk, it’s raspy voice sending chills of dread running down her spine as she felt herself start to move against her will, slowly rising to her feet… a living puppet of flesh under his complete command. ******************************************************************************************************************************************************************************* Disclaimer: Some of the material presented here may be the property of Wizards of the Coast, LLC© taken from the Dungeons & Dragons® Forgotten Realms® Campaign Setting authored by Ed Greenwood & Sean Renyolds, the Dungeons & Dragons® Forgotten Realms® Campaign Accessory Silver Marches® authored by Ed Greenwood and Jason Carl and/or other sourcebooks registered to Wizards of the Coast, LLC©. This is unofficial “Fan Content” permitted under Wizards of the Coast, LLC© Fan Content Policy, it is not approved or endorsed by Wizards of the Coast, LLC©.