Taelarn Drraesdn - Mistresss Monkshood
The Mistress was once a Lhamaen Courtesan to Absudrael Vect himself. Following an unsuccessful assassination attempt she suffered cruelties by his hand for a decade or so. He named her Monkshood in criticism (monkshood being a slightly poisonous flower). A century since she was rescued by a pair of Sslyth and careful scheming, she has come into possession of a Kabal. Their colors are dark purple, lighter 'Daemonette Purple' skin suits, white helmets.
"Of course I hate him. He held me captive for some time, delivered deliciously atrocious pain and torment upon my person," Drraesdn Monkshood spoke into the sudden quiet. "However, I can't say as I necessarily hold that against him. Had it been I that he failed to kill, I would have done the very same. In fact," the dining hall went stark white, blinding all. It happened quick as a blink, but when eyes settled back to dim, five cages were present; one in each corner, the fifth suspended above the table. Contained within was the one that asked on Vect, "I have taken with me some of his technique and improved to my liking. And in the end, I do still hate him."
Spikes began to protrude into the cage, spearing his flesh, first from the bottoms of the feet, slowly walking up his body. The last thing he saw before his eyes were speared was Monkshoods glittering eyes, full of hatred and her mouth pulled into a vicious grin.
The toxins kicked in then, causing random muscles to contract upon the barbs. Thus began a weeklong feast, a symphony of agony. An orgy of pain.
Mistress Monkshood knows the stench of a Black Heart hound and knows no mercy.