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Cortova chuckles. Dear gods, these creatures are so easy to manipulate. Perhaps she’ll keep them around for amusement… no, she’ll have more important things to do. “Excellent. And you are sure you will win the battle?” She asks, excited for more blood to be spilled. “Of course, damage to the...

Cortova sighs. “So Intelligent enough to use magic, and that’s about it.” She mutters, very irritated. She’d at least like to be able to talk about things with someone of a decent vocabulary. “But yes, you are correct. And the blood stone, true to its name, demands blood. While I regret that it...

Cortova tilts her head back, letting out a long, pleased sigh. That felt really good. She was never really exposed to this as a princess. The raw slaughter was the work of soldiers. Feeling the power of the cathexus humming through her is immensely satisfying. She instructs her slaves to watch...

Cortova growls, hearing nothing from her compatriots. They’re either elsewhere, or they didn’t hear her. Either way, the call of the Cathexus is too strong for her to ignore any longer. She turns back, a vicious grin on her reptilian features as she speaks to her slaves. “We attack today. Do not...

Cortova growls lowly in her new voice, flexing her claws. She can feel the hunger of her hapless host, and she’s half tempted to just go back and inform her slaves that it is time. It would be better to consult the others first. She wants to feast, to slaughter, to enhance her power by offering...

Cortova grins, enjoying this. Even if it’s just these low creature, the feeling of being able to force another to her will once more is so exhilarating. She considers the one that asked to kill all of the goblins, humming thoughtfully. A strange sound in this form, to be sure. “Remind me to...

Cortova takes in an eager breath, feeling this form out. Oh, that is so much better… she turns her head, grinning wickedly at the second troglodyte, and taking a step forward. “Oh, come on, now.” She growls, flexing her new claws. “You know better than to cross your queen, don’t you? Your...

Cortova certainly isn’t happy with her current form. She detests goblins, and all of their filth. She can’t even find a suitably clean place to bathe. Hm, she should check with one of her slaves to see if she can possess them, or if they know something stronger. Female, preferably. Being stuck...

Cortova steps forward, cringing internally at the state of this place. “Went to bone lake. Found shinies in bones. Then spiders eat others. We kill them. Then big lizard hunters come. We get hurt. Take shinies and run.” She absolutely detests the way she’s having to speak. It makes her want to...

Cortova allows Valissa to cut her host, standing still to let her work. She’s excited to begin, hungering for the feeling of true domination. She hasn’t had the ability to truly feel in control of another since she was cast into the void, and now she just can’t get enough. She’s annoyed that...

Cortova chuckles, sensing the troglodytes. “It seems my gamble payed off. So either they like what I offered, or they fear being hunted down for refusal.” She whispers to the others. “So, which slaves do we take? I still want the troglodytes for future hosts, so my choice would be to feed them...

Cortova is not happy with this form at all, her lip curled back from her jagged teeth in disgust as she looks down at these hands. “Ugh. If there isn’t a bath in my near future, someone is going to suffer for it.” She hisses, hating the voice as well. She looks to the Gluttonous one, and...

Cortova hums, taking all of their suggestions into consideration. She looks back to the troglodytes. “Very well then. You and your clutch will serve us from now on. You will be fed well, and trained to be more effective.” She says calmly, leaving no room for argument. “I’m sure whatever leader...

Cortova smirks, looking down at them imperiously. “Hm. So you have some sense.” She sneers. She glances around, not sure where the other creatures of the void are, but aware that they’re here. She calls out in the language of Elders, not wanting them to become angry with her. She has no respect...

Cortova narrows her eyes, thinking for a moment. Slaves they are, yes. That is simply their place in the world. But if these ones have not yet been broken, then they might attack once she tries to remind them of that fact. She glances at the goblin in the web, and smirks. Perhaps she should just...

Cortova can feel something from where she floats in the darkness. A pull, a call… she tentatively reaches out, and feels herself wrenched from the void she’s called home for so long. When next she’s able to get a bearing on her surroundings, she’s stunned to see light. It’s almost frightening...