(Iron Queen) Execution & Sacrifice

It was a spectacle of torment and horror as the undead that lay in wait under the crimson sands of the ‘Vale of Tears’ pulled themselves free of the earth to subdue the slave merchant Ann’Anon’Jar and drag him struggling to the vale’s center where they began feeding the man handful after handful of sand and golden coins until the poor man's belly distorted and ballooned to unnatural proportions until it finally burst in a grotesque display.

Screams erupted from the onlooking crowds as the ruined corpse slowly sank into the shifting red sands and disappeared from sight.

The moment the corpse was gone from sight the vale once more erupted in the noise of the crowd. Loud voices talking and laughing as vendors and hawkers called out among the crowds offering to sell goods and services.

From her throne N’jaa looked on in mild annoyance watching the everyday stories of life play out amongst the gathered onlookers. Her gaze briefly lingering upon an attractive half-elven girl adorned in little more than a bright blue silk wrapped skirt and gaudy jewelry working the crowds laughing loudly as she paraded about all but selling herself to the would-be customers.

It was in that moment that she felt that all too familiar want in the back of her mind. The Iron Crown she wore once more expressing itself within the realm of her senses. Drawing forth thoughts and feelings before it gave shape to words.
“So what about her?” N’jaa found herself asking aloud.

“Pretty…” The voice responded within her head.

N’jaa sighed softly to herself. “Yes, very pretty.”

“Want her… Desire her?” The Crown insisted.

“I find her to be very attractive.” N’jaa agreed. “Want and desire however are not the same as having.”

N’jaa smirked to herself at the rather obvious hints the Iron Crown was giving her.
“ I had thought today was all about punishment and sacrifice?” She pointed out. “I thought we needed to collect as much energy as we can so we perform the high ritual?”

The Crown projected a sudden overwhelming sense of boredom and disappointment. “ No fun, all the same… very boring.”

“So you feel the need to be amused and entertained.” N’jaa sounded softly.

“Indeed…”

N’jaa’s gaze drifted to the Half-Elven prostitute again. “ So you want me to have my guards fetch her so I can have my way with her while you watch, I take it?”

“Indeed…” The Iron Crown agreed as it filled her thoughts with a series of images showing her and the young half-elf engaging in shockingly intimate act’s right then and there in front of a gathered crowd for all gathered to see."

N’jaa hissed her anger, shaking her head in disbelief. “ No, I don’t think so…”

It was clear that the Iron Crown was about to object when N’jaa raised her hand signaling the High Templar to bring forth the next prisoner.

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