The Silver Queen [AU]

[Tethras Clan]

"Marvelously done my love. May I request the next thing you do be some healing?" Zevran asks fondly, proudly- and with a pained wince.

[Helene Dakesh]

"Yes," they say, already beginning to cast. "But then you must go to the dungeon. Isabela requires rescue."

[Carver Amell]

"On it," says Carver, not bothering to wait for the healing as he sprints for the hall.

[GamesMaster]

"I shall heal him," announces Vig, bolting after Carver. The cat catches the Hawke when he slows to a jog, jumping up onto his shoulder and glowing slightly as he casts a heal on him. Huh. Fancy that.

[Tethras Clan]

"He shall need more than that, I suspect," Zevran says, noting the faintness of the glow. Not a perfect measure, but often a rough guide to how powerful a healing is. As soon as Helene finishes, Zevran nods. "T, Maddock, with me! Danny Boy with Helene! Rest of you louts, hold our exit here!"

With that, he's off.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Lady Olocaryn was getting into the hang of it: rubbing, pinching, teasing, sucking, then hitting, when the new toy least expected it. Teaching its body that the pain and the pleasure are part and parcel of the same thing. Insisting to it that pain is what it could expect. Licking her clean had drawn from her a pleasure response, coaxed her closer to achieving her goals.

"It is alright," she says again, caressing the body's curve with the heel of her hand. "You will learn to please the Master. You will see."

Just as she was raising her hand to strike her, a muffled explosion could be heard from upstairs -- through the now-open door, as the guard rushes down the steps. Lady Olocaryn froze, glancing to her Master with doe eyes.

[NPCs]

Jumping to his feet from where he'd been reclining, Ozymandias reaches for a blade he's not carrying. Recovering, he snarls at the guard, "what is going-" Another blast cuts him off, this one causing the entire manor to lurch a little as a tiny part of the cliffside gives way. The frame Isabela is bound to teeters for a moment, then stabilizes. Other things in the room aren't so lucky, including the table with all of the pain toys, which are thrown across the room, littering the place with odds, ends and edges.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Lady Olocaryn makes a small mewling noise. I'm going to die. He's going to kill me for this. It's not an unusual thought for her, not by a long shot, but in this instance, it truly isn't her fault. Nevertheless, she takes up a knife, ready to fight for her Master's defense. 

[Carver Amell]

"Bela!"

A moment later, the shout is followed by a body: first the dead body of the other guard from upstairs, then the living body of a man jumping the railing to land in the room without bothering about stairs, a cat on his shoulders. Then the cat is leaping, improbably, across the room, claws heading straight for his eyes, seeming to hover more than jump. 

Carver's eyes meet Lady Olocaryn's, both of them brandishing weapons at the other. Then his eyes fall on Bela, and Carver is running towards them as Coquette backs away, knife held before her in protection. 

[NPCs]

Ozymandias recoils, eye blazing with pale grey light, and the feline drops to the ground, fast asleep. "What is- who- wait, you're the country cousin!" he spits, every line of his posture and body screaming outrage and arrogance. Casting his eyes down for a second, the kneels to grab the razor lined whip.

[Carver Amell]

Carver doesn't care; he's cutting the ropes, ripping the gag free, getting Bela out of this situation. "Bela, are you alright, can you hear me?"

[Isabela]

"Six," she croaks, voice hoarse from screaming.

[Carver Amell]

"What? Six? Six what?"

[Isabela]

"On your six," she manages, swallowing hard. 

[Carver Amell]

Carver turns, his sword coming up just in time to meet Olocaryn's whip, to stop it from hitting his back.