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 HR Problems, Ylva, Open to Chaos
Skulltaker
 Posted: Apr 28 2017, 08:52 PM
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It was probably a human thing, that enthusiasm. The Blood God's demons were single-minded, driven to violence and slaughter. They had no patience for compromise or surrender. It was in their nature, and Skulltaker embraced that nature. Ylva, on the other hand, was a mortal with mortal goals. Status and influence also factored in with her, and being assigned something like this had to be prestigious. He wondered if she planned to poach the best for her own warband.

He hadn't expected her to turn to him for advice. "I will follow your lead, Chosen. I am unaccustomed to taking prisoners, the rituals are unfamiliar to me." He gave the surrendered Norscans a pointed look, meaning to intimidate them. It seemed to be working. Between Ylva's ominously vague words and Skulltaker's hints, some of them were literally quaking.

He strode casually over to them, looking them over. The demon picked out a large one, tall and strongly-built, and grabbed his shoulder. He effortlessly hauled the man to his feet, bringing him before Ylva. "Perhaps you can demonstrate your tribe's ways on this one." It wasn't nearly as much fun as dueling, but spooking the mortals did have its merits.
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unendingdream
 Posted: Jun 28 2017, 12:27 AM
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Ylva grinned, like a wide chasm lined with misshapen tombstones.

"Gladly, demon."

She took the first prisoner by her face, her hand palming the woman's mouth and nose as fingertips dug into cheekbone. Screams broke through the inhuman grasp as flesh tore and bine cracked under the Mountainbreaker's strength. With a flick of her wrist, the gauntlet on her other hand slung off and landed on the ground with a heavy thud, exposing filthy and calloused hand. She scratched into the woman's forehead the star of the eughtfold path.

"You will serve the Everchosen, and your soul belongs to the great gods beyond. Your will is Archaon's, and no one else's. This is to be truth applied to these other whelps who thought to deny the Universal Truths."

She tossed the woman aside and moved on to the next, repeating the cruel process from before. The prisoners writhed in excessive agony as their faces were crushed until finally Ylva seemed to grow bored, at which point faces began to peel from skull, and a knife was utilized to carve the emblem onto bare bone.
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