Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160411075838/@comment-25924729-20160601061927

Ixina would later awaken cold, and soaked. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her back with naked steel wire, that the slightest movement or struggling would cut her flesh, causing immense pain. She had barely recovered, when the guards who doused her with water earlier pulled the girl to her feet roughly, and out of her cell.

They prodded her along with their spears, as if disgusted or afraid to touch the girl. She was led for what seemed like miles across grass and stone paved lawns. In the distance, the sound of bells and chanting carried over, and the sweet smell of burning incense.

Finally, she was led into a large temple, where the chanting and incense smell were strongest. She was forced to kneel before an altar, upon which stood a bronze statue of a beautiful female figure. Varna, her henna markings now washed off, stood beside the statue. A young slave girl was brought in, and bowed fearfully to Varna. Her captor declared to Ixina in a strange language, while the slave translated:

"Slave! You stand in the grand judgement hall of our village. It is our utmost displeasure to have you here, for you are filth. Your crime is allying youself with the accursed Kingdoms, the faunus and non-beleivers who reside within, and a traitor and fugitive. You are also blind. Your very existence is an insult to our god Badan, the divine being of physical perfection! For this, we sentence you to execution by nightfall, regardless."