Falling into the wrong hands. [Finally completed]

[Psychyn]

Luck.. Every rogue knows about it, and only a few actually seem to have it. The lucky ones, a pest in their fellow colleagues eyes, as they always seem to get what they want with little work done. Saraya's life had been no different, her joining with the organisation, her recapturing of her former-slave called Rheina, and even her escape from The Heretic Circus.. Despite currently forced to live without proper payment, this rogue was seemingly doing al right..

Until that one day, where lady luck seemed to be vast asleep.. Or at least had her eyes turned away from Silent Blood. Just having departed the town of Booty Bay after a useless wait for opportunities, she found herself strolling on and occasionally off the road for a occurrence.. It didn't have to be a big event.. anything would do, preferably one where she could spill blood..

And there it was, just off the road climbed on top of a little hill. As the rogue walked up casually towards her new target, she saw that the blood had already been spilled. An failed Arena Combatant, who seemed to be dancing on the thread of life and death. Saraya had always found that a lovely line to torture with, to bring people to that edge where they just.. seemed to die before being brought back to the cold reality of their lives. With a mischievous grin she walked up to what seemed to be a blood elf from up close, a feisty one.

The capturing wasn't exactly hard, nor really problematic as the blood seemed to stream freely from the elf her wounds. It was either surrendering to Saraya, or to be dragged by her, leaving a lovely trail of blood for the tigers. After the blood elf decided her faith, and the local customs where exchanged, she carried the now tied up and gagged thing over her shoulder to a camp she had seen a while back.

The scenery was.. ideal for lovers, lost alone in the forest, the sound of the waterfall, birds in the sky.. If Saraya would have have had the slightest bit of humanity, she would have fallen in love with the area, or perhaps would've let the blood elf go. But al lass, the rogue was determined to use her for a new income."

"Name?"

"Your end."

"Such a feisty one.. Do you possess any skills?"

"Killing you."

The elf didn't seem so prepared to cooperate, and as the talk went back and forth for a while, Saraya felt her patience grow thinner by the minute.

"I'm tired of your game, and seeing you clearly do not recognise the position you are in.. Perhaps it will be an eye opener to see the world through one eye from now on. The rogue leaned in over the blood elf, as the tip of her dagger met the skin just below Salinia's left eye. It was a cold bluff, as she knew that damaging her new item would cause the value to lower.. But after a while of threatening, the blood elf's tongue gradually turned more lose.

"I'll ask again.. Name?"

"Salinia" the elf replied with a growl, her resistance would not be easily broken.

"Skills?"

"Huntress."

"Virgin?"

At that, the blood elf seemed surprised. The rogue gave a clear smirk as she kept herself on top of Salinia's chest, gazing at her eyes. "Well? Are you?" At the stumbling of the words and the faint blush, the rogue already knew enough. "Good, I'm sure someone out there will appreciate that.." However, as the hours seemed to pass the rogue knew she shouldn't pass through the jungle in the midst of the night, still having other business to finish, she tied the blood elf to the nearest cliff edge and let her body hung freely. She would be fine, assuming the elf wouldn't wiggle too much in her sleep.

-- Upon returning on the second day --

The sky was the same, it had perhaps rained over the night but Saraya cared little. She began making her way back to her temporary encampment, taking a few extra side routes just to be sure that she wouldn't be so easily followed. However, as the rogue reached the area her eyes turned slightly wider in surprise, the blood elf.. had been moved.

"The fel?" Her short swords were quickly released from her weapon sheets and found in her hands, as her eyes scanned the area. It all was in the exact same state she left it the day before, she was sure off that.. But, how did she end up there? More and more questioning thoughts entered the rogue's head as she approached the blood elven body. From the quick glances, she seemed to have been mauled by something else then the rogue, something Saraya, clearly was not happy about.

Salinia lay motionless on the ridge, one hand placed limply above her head with the other below her stomach. Saraya seemed utterly confused, as her boot nudged the body. No response. "Great.. A dead elf brings not much payment to it." Her thoughts formed into words by accident, as she shrugged it off. Sheeting her left sword, she moved the hand over to Salinia's side, grasping the cloth as she turned the body around.

With that movement however, the rogue was caught off guard and staggered back. Before she realised what had happened, the blood elf stood defiantly on the ridge, growling. And while the growling was met with a curse from the rogue her mouth, she felt an headache instantly arising. Her head had been smacked by the blood elf's rock, but Saraya never had been one to go down easily. "You just signed up for a certain death." Crawling back up, the rogue her sword met blood elven flesh, as she managed to get a solid hit on the blood elf her body. However, still dazed by the blow to her head, the elf had enough opportunity to get in two extra solid hits near the same spots. And as the world faded from her view, the last thing she caught was the blood elf her scream, quickly followed by her own.

I will.. Never yield! An loud feminine scream followed as Saraya was send flying over the edge, falling through the leaves off the tree below, the tree branch did not much good to her chest. It did however, broke her fall if only slightly before hitting the water. Her blood leaving an distinct colour difference in the sea, as she drifted along with the stream. Lifeless.

[Psychyn]

Warning! A captured someone never goes through pleasant things, and in Saraya's case it's not different. Expect torture, maiming, and possibly hints of a more shocking subject, as their a bunch of pirates who haven't seen a lady in quite some time. Read at own risk!

Evening was slowly falling over the woods of Stranglethorn Vale, and by chance the sea stream had washed her ashore on the beach like ship wreckage after a storm. Or in this situation, the rogue itself was the wreckage.. Or at least felt like it. A headache worst then any migraine anyone could ever have, was her first and best friend that night, but sadly not her only friend. She had been laying unconscious on a sandy beach of Stranglethorn for a while, blood covered the sand and in mixture with the sea water, made it feel like the sand was sticking everywhere. Her face was covered by it at least, and her lips felt as rough as sandpaper.

"Wha's this? Looks like we got a live one here boys!" An unrecognised voice woke the rogue up, as she groaned in agony of the pain that sharply reminded her that she was still alive. Her eyes flickered a few times before she finally opened them, seeing ta sand covered boot before getting it nudged against her head.

"The fel.." Sliding a hand to her head, she had assumed to be in average company for a brief second, before the sound of more then one pair of footsteps alerted her senses. She didn't had the time to crawl herself back up and together, as she was raised by two additional men.

"Welcome lass.. You find yerself in the honour and hospitality of the one and only group that defiles these seas, that plunder and g't away with it, ye find yourself in the group of which many sailors cower at the name.. Ye find yerself with the Bloodsail Pirates!" The group laughed heartily, seemingly in a good mood as the rogue didn't even had to ask herself why.
"Now then.. As ye probably imagined already, ye be the best treasure we found all day."
"f**k off." The rogue groaned in a stubborn response.
"Tsk tsk.. Such manners fer a lass!" The man his eyes met that of his companions, grinning broadly. "How 'bout we give ye some proper education n'all?"
"Yarr!" The group shouted out.

Stubborn as she was, the rogue defiantly managed to spit in the man's direction, who sadly was used to way worse. Her foolish reaction was rewarded by a harsh fist meeting her stomach, breaking at least one of her lowest ribs. Saraya ended up coughing, blood was the first thing apart from sand to enter her mouth that day, but presumably not the last.

She was dragged to the main camp, the first thing that was on their schedule was removing her, or rather the remains of her armour quite quickly. She had already lost her swords at the encampment, and proved to be of absolute no resistance to the pirates in this shape. "Save it.. See if ye can sell it later." The pirate who had found her seemed to order to a lesser colleague, before Saraya got ditched in the midst of the camp.

"Y'err a pretty one, ain'tcha?" Instinctively opening her mouth to prepare another insult, the rogue found herself gagged before the tiniest sound manage to get out. In result her elbow struck backwards, meeting at least one of the pirates his tool bag. Hearing a man drop to the floor, her arms were quickly taken behind her back and tied up.

"Stupid move lass.. Very stupid."
"Mflgh! Mrlgg!" was all she managed to get out, her eyes narrowing with rage, and admittedly a hint of fear. "Yer going to be so much fun fer us.. Isn't tha' right lads?"
"Yarr!" was again the group's response, louder this time and filled with more enjoyment then before.

As her breathing started to stock within the gag, it was clear the rogue had met her match of company, only this time it was far from in her favour. A group of ten, possibly twenty pirates had gathered up at the camp, who seemed to enjoy Saraya's company a little too much. Despite her training, the rogue slowly felt the fear over-taking the pain, as her eyes flashed in every direction for a way out. There wasn't any.. Vulnerable and for a first, completely defenceless the rogue was pinned down onto the ground. The man who found her stole the first kiss, after briefly sliding the gag down and pressing his lips on hers, with no intention of making it pleasuring.

"What the fel do y-.. Mglfh!" Saraya her words were once more gagged away, forcing to observe the taunting lick over the man his lips. She had hoped that it would be enough, secretly prayed to a force she had never used, but in the end her wishes were ignored. She was chosen to be the play thing of the group for hours and hours, in which she could do nothing at all. One by one they defiled the rogue's body, and had their first streak of fun. After this, one thing was sure, she would never be the same.

They left her tied up, covered by sand, mud and things she didn't even want to think off at the nearest tree. She wasn't in a position to run any more, she wasn't in a position to do anything.. but to cry. For a first time since her training, tears rolled from the rogue's face, onto the rough ropes of the gag. One by one they began dripping onto the half-fitting shirt the thugs had thrown at her when they were done, as the words of her founder kept echoing through the back of her head.

"Yer going to be so much fun.. So much fun.."

[Psychyn]

She had kept her eyes on the sky for most of the time, watching the day turn into the night. Her eyes red and sore from the crying, blackened rings decorating her face from utter lack of sleep. The little moments she did manage to close her eyes and rest, were quickly met with buckets of sea water. They didn't allow her to sleep, as tired rogues would provide even less resistance.

In her head she had silently cursed each and every single one of these pirates, with her gaze she had filled each visible star with a planned death. But as the sun began to rise up above the trees again, her head instinctively lowered. She bit into the gag as a new man approached her, followed by a succubus who seemed to only have brief interest in Saraya.

"Seems they wore you out nicely.. You even smell like them already. The rogue her eyes looked up, meeting the robed man's face with a glare. "Foolish girl.. Still glaring at the people who own you.

The man lowered his hand and brushed his fingers across the rogues cheek, his eyes turning pitch black for a moment as his voice shifted his language to demonic. The succubus responded to it, but seemed unwilling as it walked over to the rogue. Looking deeply into her eyes, the demon licked her lips once before lowering Saraya's gag. Instinctively wanting to scream, she found herself bereft of words as the quietness of the rogue was met by a kiss from the succubus.

Saraya kept her head slightly raised, her lips still open unwillingly as she gave a mere stare. Seduced so easily, the warlock folded his arms before giving a new order in Eredun. Watching the show with utter enjoyment, the rogue was freed for a brief moment as the seduction lasted, before being hung up to the nearest branch with her arms. Dangling freely from the ground, the succubus placed the gag back before folding her arms.

"Stop toying with her, she's not even pretty!"
"Quiet you."
"But master!.."
The warlock tilted his head and glared at his demonic companion in response. "I told you to be quiet! Followed by a brief hiss from the succubus, she finally went quiet. "Now then.. Why don't you show our new guest what true suffering is my love?"

Tilting her head, the minion's hand took hold of Saraya's jaw. Giving no sign of disobedience, she looked into the rogue her eyes with her own icy blue pair. "Yes master.. I would love to." Saying this with a wide grin, the succubus her wings unfolded and stretched out, before taking a whip with nine tails from her belt. Without any further playing, she latched it out across the rogue's stomach, tearing the shirt and leaving her first marks. Saraya fell out of her pink cloud faster then a rock falls from a cliff, and screamed into her gag.

"My master loves me.. Not you. You are nothing.. your pain is the sole pleasure he wants from you. The succubus hissed, raising her arm again as the whip slowly got surrounded by shadow fires, dancing and crackling around the whip before it lashed out at the rogues hip. The marks this time, caused an burning pain afterwards, as the succubus let out short gasp. "Tsk tsk.. Such an ugly thing, these marks are a huge improvement already." Feigning after the taunt and reappearing at Saraya's back, the succubus let out an surprise lash straight over it. Closing her eyes, some tears slowly began to drop of sheer pain, as the lashing went on and on. Saraya's breathing increased, her hands twisting and balding as the ropes cut their way into her wrists, and only when her shirt finally seemed to be entirely blood stained, the succubus received the order to stop.

Stubbornly, the succubus made a last lash over the rogue's lower back before returning to her master. Idly flirting and stealing a kiss from him, before hissing out at Saraya again. The rogue her head dropped, completely bereft from energy and mind as the warlock walked over, his hand moved against her forehead before channelling in a new demonic tone. The rogue her eyes squeezed shut tightly, flickering as she again began to scream into her gag. As her body seemed to turn paler by the second, her eyes were forced back open to stare at the man with utter fear. The warlock withdrew her hand with a clear smirk after a few minutes of scaring the heck out of Saraya, before cutting the rope and letting her drop to the floor.

As he turned around and walked away, some of the gang walked back over to Saraya with a utter grin. The rogue would soon experience that these men weren't afraid of blood either, perhaps liked it.. but they sure as hell weren't picky.

[Psychyn]

A week later..

Every muscle, big or small caused pain in the rogue her body. She had lost all grasp of time and date, and had tried to sleep whenever she wasn't harassed by her captors. Her body carried scars of whips and knives, bruises of punches and kicks, and rarely had a chance to heal. Her bones hadn't been broken yet, but her spirit was on the edge of collapsing. They hadn't even tied the ropes up as properly as before, finding herself still laying in the sand upon awaking.

Her eyes slowly opened, meeting the sun it's first rays of light upon this new day. To her surprise, her captives had already been busy moving crates and boxes towards a nearby sloop. Whenever it was full, four of the men went with it out of Saraya's sight. The other six started on moving the other crates and boxes towards the shore.

"Move it lads! The captain will have all of your heads if these things aren't gone by midday!"

A familiar voice caused the rogue her breath to pause, she kept her body motionless in the sand, listening to the footsteps going back and forth. Maybe they would forget about her, maybe they assumed she was dead by now. If only that had been the case. She looked around as much as she could, without having to move herself. They seemed to be too busy to notice her straight away, perhaps enough to make a run for it?

Before she could decide on her actions, her body was pushed further into the sand. The sudden impact had the rogue dazed, as her visitor had placed a knee against Saraya's stomach. The stature of her visitor, had blocked the rays of light and covered the rogue's body by shadow.

"Had a pleasant rest dear?" The succubus had made her landing to be pleasant one, as she folded her wings together. "I hope you didn't had.. too much fun yet." By now, the rogue finally realised who her visitor was this time, as her eyes focussed on the creature. She would have yelled a string of curses into her gag, had she not realised that it only would have hurt her odds. After all, she was only fighting one creature now, instead of the entire camp.

"My my.. quiet this morning. Your screaming kept my master up last night. Normally, that is my job." Licking her lips, the succubus slowly reached out for Saraya's throat. A long fingernail met the rogue her skin, and slid downwards in a teasing motion. "Your captors are going away.. They've plundered enough this month. Soon you will be crying your eyes out in the brig, begging for them to stop touching you.

The succubus raised her head, seemingly in thought for a few seconds before her gaze returned to Saraya. A small yet vicious smirk on her face, as her hands grabbed the rogue by her gag. Raising her from the ground. "Tell me.. Do you like to fly?" The question, followed by the clapping of the succubus her wings was answered by a clear frightened shiver. "I knew you did." As she plucked the rogue off the ground, the rogue her hands squirmed behind her back. But before the two could dive off the ground and into the air, the succubus her actions were halted with a shout.

"Raia! Leave her alone this instant!" Slowly, the demon moved her gaze to her master. Yet without further objection, she pushed Saraya back and made her fall back onto the ground. "Good, now stop wasting time and make yourself useful. We are behind schedule, and you know how much I hate that."

Using the moment to observe, only a fool could not notice the tension between the master and it's servant. As the succubus walked off, the rogue had little time to think as she was dragged away. It seems she was in for some sailing, and they weren't allowing anyone to miss the boat.

[Psychyn]

Days.. Weeks.. months.. Saraya didn't know any more, she had spend her sleepless days and nights in a leaky brig. Moss covered the sides of the wall, sea water dripped down from the top deck. She had absolutely nothing of her own any more, her items had been confiscated and divided amongst the crew, her spirit was broken, and pretty much her will to live. She felt herself becoming bitter, her emotions mainly build on a feeling of absolute hopelessness. And as the hours passed, she could hear multiple footsteps back and forth above her head, followed by shouting of multiple men. Slowly pulling herself up, she raised her head to hear the bickering at the top deck.

"I'm telling you! She brings bad luck t'a us!"
"Y'arr!"
"I'say we make 'er walk t'a plank."

Soon, multiple voices turned into shouts back and forth. Shouting through another, it became too hard to hear much more then simple "Yarr's". The rogue let herself fall back on the wet planks of her corner and when folding her arms over her knees, she found herself not caring any more. It didn't take her captors long to start tearing the place apart, glass bottles fell on the deck and the sound of it penetrated the planks. More uproar began as they seemed to fight amongst themselves, until a single shot was heard, silencing the crew.

"What the fell do you think you are doing on -my- deck?"

A single pair of footsteps could be heard, and moved over the deck with a certain determination. The sound moved itself slowly, leaving each step to sink in into the planks. After the sound died off, the rogue overheard the voice again, louder this time.

"Well?!"
"We-..Well cap'n.. the crew and me were.. thinkin'

Another single shot was fired, followed by a low thump. The deck was silent for a while, before the uproar of voices began again.

Now that we settled that..
"Le's toss her overboard!"
"Y'arr!"

They came as peasants, only wielding scimitars instead of pitchforks. A single one carried a torch to light the darkened brig. Each one, carried a sinister smirk on it's face as they approached the rogues cage.

"I bet the sharks are hungry.."

The rogue did not move, she didn't even look up to glare at the pirate as she had always done. For her it was hopeless, without anything on her she was in no position to handle him, let stand them all. As her brig was opened, she felt a last shiver going through her before closing her eyes. Her body reacting lifeless to the pulling of her hair, emotionless to the steel that was pressed against her neck. Being dragged to the top deck, the entire crew seemed to have gathered in what appeared to be, her march to the plank. Encircled by all but one, the one-eyed pirate in the crow's nest wasn't at the deck, but his eyes were focussed on her and not the horizon.

They hadn't even tied her hands up, deeming the rogue so deprived of her will to live. They had to drag her up on her feet, before thrusting the steel once more in her back. When the crew and her own eyes finally looked forward, she could clearly seethe sea, followed by "A ship! GET TER YA POSTS YE LANDLUBBERS!"

Chaos ensued, the world seemed to slow down as Saraya was given a quick final push. Dropping into the sea before the thundering of cannons silenced everything. A cracking noise followed, as the mast and several pieces of the schooner flew into the ocean. Screaming men, the flickering of flames. Another wave of cannonballs were fired across, as the pirates finally managed to retaliate. More screaming, and as another pirate found himself blown into the sea, the rogue her instincts finally took over.

Gasping for air, she struggled to keep her head above the water. She still could not grasp it all clearly, but well enough to grab a nearby piece of wood. A pain unlike any other, as the ice cold waves caused nearly every muscle in the rogues body to stiffen. Clamping onto the wood, she drifted away from the pirate ship with the waves as more wreckage came falling down. The ship by now had turned sideways, and unleashed the full might of it's cannons. Deafening, as the rogue closed her eyes and covered her ears. The remaining men were forced to abandon ship, as with the last broadside attack the ship began to sink.

Half frozen, the survivors were pulled on board of the war vessel. Saraya included. At first they had assumed her to be a simple pirate, but seeing her without clothes and her scars, turned the assumptions the other way around. Being put a blanket around her, the rogue could hear several alliance soldiers in dread, before collapsing on the deck. In her last moments of sight, she could swear to see something in the sky. Flying around.

[Psychyn]

Despite an alliance vessel, the warship offered little luxuries to the crew. Space being one of them, as it had been designed to be fast and deadly. It had already shown it's deadliness against the pirates, and only a few had survived the broadside attacks. The ones who had, had been hauled aboard, before being executed. One by one had they received the improvised gallows, tossed down from the main mast to hang. It also served as a reminder to the ship's own crew, as any mutineer's faced the same faith. As for our rogue, she had been provided with some basic clothes and a sleeping space.

"Poor thing."
"Aye, she has been fighting her sleep ever since we found her.
"Did you see the scars on he-"
"Shh! She's right over there you fool!"

The two men quickly turned, and walked a few paces further. Saraya knew what they were talking about, knew it was about her. She had been asked what happened, asked how she ended up on that ship, but the only answer she ever gave had been a silent stare. Her knees buckled in front of her chest, arms glued around her knees. She hardly moved, ate, or slept. The men on the ship had even rumoured that the Bloodsails had cut out her tongue, others asked quietly if she wasn't with them all along. Nobody dared to question the captain's word, but some of his trusted men knew that even he, with all his experience had rarely seen captives like this.

However, the attack itself had shown to be a success. It was one less pirate ship in the waters, and even though the booty had went to the bottom of the ocean alongside the ship, the captain was pleased. After the executions, the bodies had been thrown overboard and the order was given to sail back to Stormwind. It would still take them a good few weeks, but the end seemed to be in sight.

"Y'err gonna scream prettyface, scream!"

Saraya did scream, alerting a few men who stood close by. As they closed in on the rogue, they found her clamped to herself in the corner of the deck. Sweaty, panting and completely pale, the men shook their heads and walked back to their posts.

"f**k, if she's going to keep doing that it's going to give me nightmares."
"Tell me about it, she woke me up twice last night.. Can't we just gag her for light's sake?"
"Are you mad? You heard the captain, no touching her."
"I'll remember that the next time I feel like breaking her jaw. Godamn screamer."

Another nightmare, it had become a replacement of her regular dreams ever since her captivity. At first they merely woke her up, but by now they made her scream. They made her fear her own dreams.. Fear life. And even as the ship reached the harbour of Stormwind, the men who were by now happy to throw her overboard, didn't know what to do with Saraya. And after some brief discussing, they decided to bring the rogue to the Cathedral. They took her silence as a agreement, yet the only real way to make the rogue walk was by trying to force her to. Flinching away at the first try, she slowly found herself guided through Stormwind's overcrowded streets.

"Mommy, why is that woman in filthy cloth-"
"Hush Timmy, let's just move on dear."
"B'y the ligh' She looks terrible."

Instinctively lowered her head, she felt like the whole city was observing her. The whole city seemed to talk about her, seemed to see her. As the three made their way up the Cathedral's stairs, Saraya's concentration had been narrowed to walking. Her head hung downwards, avoiding contact, not paying attention where she walked as she shuffled into the hall. And found that by her last sidestep, avoiding another guiding hand, she stood in front of one of the many brothers.

"Greetings and light bless to all three of you, what may this humble servant of the light aid you with today?"
"We picked this one up from captivity roughly two weeks ago brother, and we thought..

As the conversation ensued, Saraya stood motionless in the cathedral's grand hall. So many people, so many eyes, watching her. She would have ran had she not been frozen to the ground, frozen by her thoughts.

"They are looking at me. I must run, I must hide, get away. But how? Their watching. So many. Quick, run! I can't! Their going to h-!

"Well what are we supposed to do with her? Our rooms are for the sick and needy, and while this woman certainly requires aid, I am unsure if we can provide it to her. We pray to the light, and while the light seems limitless at times, it is unable to mend a broken mind."
"Sorry brother, not our problem. We've been given orders, and by this, carried them out."

As the men turned, the brother was left standing with an arm scratching his neck. His eyes went in disbelief from the two men, to Saraya before offering her to take a seat. Eventually doing so, the rogue stared dead ahead of her as if the world around her was non existent, while the brother walked towards several others to consult.

Fin.

[ So, with this Saraya returns back to the society. Her personality has naturally gone through severe changes, which I've listed below ^.~ Feedback is welcome whether it's good or bad, and I hope you enjoyed reading this long overdue storyline! I may or may not proceed by holding a diary (Although, most likely not in all honesty, unless a reason is found through RP). ]

Permanent changes:

- Severe scarring on her back from whipping.
- Some whip scars on her hip.

Permanent unless solved -through- RP:

- Fear for people, warlocks in particular. (Also causing severe trust issues with just about anyone.)
- Fear for demons.
- Head filled with thoughts and voices, often telling her to run or hide. (Comes with the fears)
- Depression leading to the point of self mutilation if not attempts to kill herself. Also causing to eat very minimal if anything at all.
- Nightmares

Items lost:

- Basically all her possessions. She only has a set of filthy clothing from the warship.

[McKnighter]

Thumbs up! Was a good story to read. Now she needs a good friend to keep her from hurting herself. :\

[Renae]

Oh goodness me. All this sadness because of my toon Salinia. I feel ... quite terrible now for having put your toon through all this now hun.

Forgive me =S

[Crowson]

I enjoyed reading through it, it's a decent and very-well written story. Well done!

[Psychyn]

Comments like that are never too late. ^^ Thanks, though I admit I rushed it real bad to write the end posts.

Turns out, I'm not a good disciplined forum writer. I start threads, rarely finish them. *Tips hat*