The Umbral Keep
After Vordea finally left, Nalaea took stock of her surroundings. Opening the door to the bedroom she was in, she found herself in a long hallway with vaulted ceilings that stretched above her. Walking the halls of the Keep, she found most rooms to be empty, even of furniture. Just what was this place? It felt like a blank canvas, waiting for a painter.
A room that intrigued her and she made a note to come back to later was a library, its size enough to rival the Royal Libraries of Ammangoan. At last she came upon what she assumed to be a banquet hall. Inside, a couple of the Rangers were standing around, while most of the others were in a dark corner of the room doing exactly what Nalaea was worried would happen. Jhaan however, looked overjoyed to see her.
"Captain! You're okay!" He exclaimed, rushing up to her.
"Wait stay back." Nalaea said, backing up several paces to Jhaan's confusion. "I was waylaid by Lady Vordea, and something I learned about where we are is that it amplifies the desires and emotions of everyone who steps foot inside. Even Gods."
"What do you mean?" Jhaan asked, as he observed Nalaea pace.
"I mean she tried to fucking eat me!" Nalaea shouted. "Not metaphorically either!"
The 3 other Rangers stopped talking and looked over at Nalaea. Jhaan gave Nalaea a look as if saying to continue. Nalaea breathed deeply for several seconds, and crouched slightly, hands on her knees.
"Okay. It started normally enough. I woke up in a bed, she was in a form I've never seen before, and had a gentle and sweet voice the entire time. We talked about what I saw, where we are now. Then she started to get aggressive. Before I knew it I was across the room firing arrows at her."
"You shot at the Goddess?" Arryn asked, her eyes wide.
"Yes, but that seemed to snap her out of it, at least for a little bit. Distance dulls the effect. However." Nalaea turned her attention to the orgy happening at the back of the room and raised her voice. "We are not a sex cult! Quit fucking and get over here before I cut them off!" Nalaea looked back at Arryn and noticed fresh cuts on her arms, and frowned. "Cutting again, are we?"
"I can't help it, Captain!" Arryn sobbed, even as she tried to stop her hands from grabbing her knife again. "My hands just move on their own!"
"Jhaan, tie her hands together. How are you holding up?" Nalaea ordered, pointing at Arryn.
"We're all elves so there's no problem. If a human was with us though, that'd be a different story. This place seems to bring out the worst in everyone. So what about you, Captain?" Jhaan answered as he tied Arryn's hands together and looked over her wounds.
"Can't say I've got many desires anymore, Jhaan." Nalaea said as she glared at the Rangers dressing. "Hurry the fuck up! Last one dressed is getting whipped!" Nalaea shouted, before turning back to look at Jhaan. "None of you are the Lady, after all. I suppose I should be thankful none of us are suicidal."
"So what's the plan?" Jhaan asked, as he finished up with Arryn's bonds and wounds. Arryn looked up pathetically at Jhaan, who ruffled her hair in response and chuckled. "There's something wrong with this place, don't take it too hard."
"Once the fuck pile makes themselves presentable, I'll go over it." Nalaea said. "You have thirty seconds! After that I start chopping fingers!" Nalaea shouted, and then grinned with glee as she watched them start racing to finish dressing. "Remember Jhaan, stick first."
"Surprised you haven't used any of your usual threats, Captain." Arryn said, butting in. Jhaan nodded in response, and looked to Nalaea.
"Time and a place, you two." Nalaea advised, checking her daggers. "Threaten violence for sex, and sex for violence. You can't threaten someone with a good time."
"So if they were fighting instead?" Jhaan asked.
"Right up the butt with no lube." Nalaea said with a grin, making a fist and thrusting it upward.