The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[GamesMaster]

"Shisou?!" Tsuki jumps to her feet, growling softly. "Prove it!"

[NPCs]

"The fuck?" Braiden repeats helpfully, really wishing he hadn't done the better part of the damage to three jars of saki already. He's not drunk, but he's very much not at the top of his game. "Whadda mean, mother of-- of whoever?"

[Shisou]

Shiori gives a shy smile, choosing to answer Braiden first. "I'm pregnant," she says quietly. "With the god Raplin's grandchild."

[NPCs]

"...who the fuck is Raplin? Never heard of the loser." Braiden asks blankly. His attention on Shisou, he doesn't notice the wooden bowl holding his half-drunk sake crack slightly. Nor does he notice the stream of fluid slowing inching its way off the table.

[Shisou]

Shiori narrows her eyes, and the light almost seems to dim a little in the room except where she is. For a moment, despite being a little slip of a girl, she looks damn scary. "Watch your tongue, foul-mouthed cur! Raplin is a God, far above your mortal conception!"

[NPCs]

"The fuck did you just say to me bitch?" Braiden snarls, surging to his feet. His bare feet, smooth and soft from his weekly deep grooming-- an absolute essential for keeping a thug such as he fit for even unimportant polite society-- press against the wooden floor to leverage himself up and over towards the merchant girl. But instead of firm wood, they slide over a thin film of sake, causing him to instead pitch forward at Shiori at double speed and a quarter balance or poise

[Shisou]

Shiori steps aside, letting him smash his face on the floor, then stomps on him from behind. Then she drops a bit of bloody chain atop him, which rapidly expands into a barbed, fiery chain seemingly straight from the hells itself. "Come on, let's get out of here," she says urgently to Tsuki. 

[NPCs]

As the chain vanishes, energy spent, Braiden staggers to his feet. He's burned and bloody, eyes filled with a truly delightful mix of fear, rage and intoxication, he pulls a faintly glowing blade from his belt. It's wavy and faceted, made from stone or gem instead of metal, but it looks plenty sharp enough. "P'itch," he snarls through bloody lips and more than one broken tooth.

[Shisou]

That gives Shiori an idea -- she grabs one of her vials from her wares, one full of pitch or sap, and hurls it into his eyes. "Mongrel!"

[NPCs]

The vial, amazingly, hits him directly across the brow and shatters. A large glob of the sap clings to the skin there for a single heartbeat, then plops directly down on his left eye. With a yelp, he reaches up with his free hand to swipe at the gunk, waving his blade in a defensive pattern to ward Shiori off as he does so. The sap smears across his temple and cheek, mixing across the scrapes and scratches there from his faceplant and the vial shards both. Then he goes to swipe again and yelps once more, this time with noticeably more alarm. Hand clasped over his eye in an awkward curve, he snarls, "what did you do to me, cunt?"

[Shisou]

"I threw sap at you, you should know that, you were there," taunts Shiori. Tsuki slips behind him, ready to flank, claws at the ready. 

[NPCs]

Braiden spits a curse in some gritty, cracking tongue and shifts his weight to begin a lunge. Then howls with pain as he automatically goes to move his hands into position. Watching closely to anticipate an attack, Shiori sees how the skin around the man's eye stretched and pulled at the motion; that sap is evidently both stickier and quicker to dry than she'd realized. He looks pale, his skin clammy and his breathing harsh, rapid, strained. Had... had the man's eyelid been fully closed when the sap oozed down? Is the sap stuck to..?

[Shisou]

Shiori feints, missing with her strike as Tsuki goes low, sweeping his legs out from under him. "Go home, rapscallion!"

[NPCs]

Half blind, half drunk and still shaken by the unnatural chains, Braiden resolutely defies the demand.  By way of falling unconscious when his head hits the ground for the second time in half as many minutes.

[GamesMaster]

Tsuki takes a deep breath, then turns to Shiori. "You had best be my twin," she scowls, "or else I just ruined my life over nothing."