[center][i]Sanities Demise, Outlands of Skorhn, Year of the rising sun[/i][/center]

Angharad sat draped across one of her more [i]physically impressive[/i] followers lap, sipping from a bottle of cheap red wine. Around her her most holy congregation lounged, most had drink of their own. Her lips split in a broad smile when she noted Brother Elric and Sister Ariette partaking in the pleasures of the flesh, languidly she rose intent on the coupling, lust in her eyes. 
A hush spread through the crowd distracting her attentions, at the centre of the cavern a hunched figure stepped forth.

“You all know what is to happen” His words creaked with age.  “Those of you who believe to be the chosen, step forward to the obelisks.”

Her followers came behind her as she stepped forth, the crowd parted before her, no doubt in awe of her grace and beauty. Her pet paladin [i]assisted[/i] any who found themselves unable to move after gazing upon her sublime magnificence, an understandable ailment.

As 7 others stepped forward an angry muttering broke out among the crowd, not least among her followers. Angharad examined the other claimants with narrowed eyes. 

“There can only be 4, half of these are heretics! Those of you who are the true chosen ones, slay your accusers and be made known to the Gleeful Eclipse!” 

Time slid to a glacial stop and for a moment there was silence, one of the others broke it, they slipped into shadows, disappearing from sight. With a yell Angharad slung her bottle at the claimant across from her in what would most likely have been a knockout blow, she reassured herself, if said claimant had not burst into flame, vaporising said bottle. The other claimants quickly followed to action.

Muttering curses under her breath she took a hasty step back, now was the time for careful and considered action. She took a deep breath, shoulders back, lungs filled.
[b]"KILL THEM ALL! TAKE THEIR STUFF!" [/b]
Her followers charged past her, screaming and flooded the field.