Zimara's hand shot forth and grabbed Alea's arm, then roughly shoved the elf down to the floor. “You forget your place, my dear.” She said coldly as she narrowed her eyes at the former noblewoman. “As I have already shown you, what I have given I can take back. And since I already found other followers I no longer need you. So choose your next words carefully, or I will personally bring you to the guards and let them question you!” She warned, her tone cold and serious.
Well that was curious, she certainly didn't quite expect Nebe to pull through with more worshipers so soon. A slight excitement welled within her at the prospect of becoming even slightly more powerful after all this time. She would have to go see what progress the dark elf made. Perhaps introduce herself to the new people under her fold. She peered closer curiously to find a good time and place to manifest herself once again.
Well, it was...A start, she supposed. At first, she thought the consistency of all female dark elves was a little odd, but she still made an internal note to remind Nebe that men could be capable as well in the future. However, that was a problem for another time. For now, she wanted to reveal herself and get an update from Nebe. She chose a clearning not far ahead of them and waited for their arrival. This time, she would go a little more grandiose in her appearance. Her hair would be moderately sized snake tails instead of thin strands, her height would be closer to 10-12 feet, and more of her body would be covered with scales. Once, the party came into view, she began the process of physically manifesting herself. Like before, she trees creaked and shied away from her and the wind swirled from the movement as she slowly became corporeal. "well, well, well, Nebe. Perhaps it is time for you to fill me in on what has been happening and introduce me to your new friends."
“It's less what you do and more how you do it that I care about. Though I do not approve of murder and rape, simply because they make it harder to gain new followers. But if you had seduced those two and used that as a way to get close and rob them, I would be a lot more content with your actions.” Zimara explained. “Now, let's try again. Tell me what you are doing and why. Then tell me what you know about these two supposed thieves.” She demanded as she pointed at the tied up couple, but did not move to help them.
“I am about whatever gives me more power – and it so happens that sex by my followers is one such thing.” Zimara replied as she looked at Alea, then her gaze moved to the tied up couple. “Are they, now? I'd like to hear their side of the story...” She moved to the bed and touched both of the people there, letting them feel the cold of her body. “I am Zimara, Goddess of Winter. Your lives are in my hands now. Anger me and you will find out what it feels like to freeze to death. That's a promise, not a threat.” She informed them in a cold voice and sent a brief cold wave through their bodies, then waited a few moments for them to fully comprehend what she had said and done. Then the goddess removed the gags, but not the blindfolds. “Your names?” She demanded to know.
"Too dramatic? For a goddess? Nonsense! It isn't like your little needle shooters could hurt me anyway..." Xiara scoffed. "Regardless, tell me how things fare."
(That might help. I'll try to go deep into the next one though)
It had been a while since he really engaged in this kind of activity with mortals. A little vanilla for his tastes. He had already discovered and invented just about every possible position that could be done with a human body. For people who wanted to criticize his discoveries so badly, it sure didn't seem to stop much of humanity from using them. To truly stimulate him....he needed something more. But....having someone eager to please, wasn't the worst thing. He was pretty sure, that given enough time, she would just let him do whatever he wanted to her.
“Good. Now let's hear your side of the story – and it better be convincing. What's this about misplaced supplies and helping a country's enemies?” Zimara demanded to know. “You start first.” She added, looking at Lyra – she did not want them to start talking over each other in a panic.