A show of strength

Indeera moved through the halls of the lower sanctum, the smell of must, ash and death surrounding everything. She arrived at the designated meeting spot, a large circular room, hallways leading out in six other locations, a set of stone benches in the center. She knew these area's well, though they were used very little these days. In a past time these meeting spots were common for clergy members to talk in private to discuss whatever they could not in front of there elders. Backstabbing and back room plotting were all apart of Fayn's grand design, and the only way to rise to the top of the clergy was to climb the pile of bodies you created. Indeera looked over the meeting place only vaguely, and moved into the center of the room. She was dressed for war, though she always walked the halls decked out for battle. Large, heavy plate mail, designed seemingly just for her was her armor, the under chain linking the armor plates was made of blue black adamantine, and ridge and edgework was done up in a rust colored metalic coat. Her sir cloak was normal for her meetings in the catacombs, a large, dark red cloak, the center done up in a black scepter crossing a black sword. She wore no helmet, and her long red hair flowed down her back gracefuly. Her piercing green eyes and her blood red lips were the only evidence of life on an otherwise stoic face. Two men arrived out of the entrance in front of her, an older man with short grey hair, wearing black robes and sporting a noteable spell pouch, and another man wearing chain mail, a black faynish overcoat, and black breaches was standing in front of the mage. Indeera recognized the man, Ison the Waste, a priest known for spreading misery and disease to bring the suffering from the masses to the waiting jaws of fayn. The man was devious, and indeera wasnt suprised when six more men, armed with long swords, sporting chain mail, and wearing black hoods came from the other various halls. Ison looked at the mage, who worked the fabric of magics around him, and after a moments incantation, sealed all the portals leading out with a thin wall of ice. Ison smiled coldly at indeera. "Just a precaution, dont want you leaving before you've heard me out. I need to get a point across my dear.." The mans eyes narrowed as he watched indeera start moving across the room, heading towards one of the hooded guards closest to her. Ison spoke, curtly. "No need to make a scene, these men are far better trained than some.." Ison never finished his sentence, his mouth hung open as Indeera lunged at the guard, smashing her guantlet through the guards throat and ripping out most of the surrounding meat, with a gesture she flung most of the mans windipe and surrounding tissue to the ground beside her, the mass hitting the stone floor with a wet thud, the guard, dead on his feet, hit the ground shortly after. No one could react, jsut watch as indeera then bent down, and clamped her mouth onto the opening in the mans neck she had just created, her throat contracting as she sucked down the blood flowing freely from the dead man. Indeera rose a moment later, blood covering her mouth and throat now, as she looked over at Ison. Staggering backwards Ison pointed at indeera. "Kill the bitch! Kill her now!!" The guards reacted quickly and professionally, all of them drawing there swords and moving at her, all of them trained, all of them experienced. The first guard to die went out spectacularly, as he neared her cautiously, poised for an opening, indeera stepped forward. The guard went for the kill, his sword point slamming into her chest, and bounced harmlesly off the thick, enchanted plating of her armor. Indeera touched the man's head after his attack failed, and the man staggered back. The guards around him could see blood flowing from his mask, could hear the gurgling, noticed when blood began pouring from his breeches until finaly it ran so freely that it began oozing through the very pores of his skin. a moment later, the mostly emaciated guard hit the ground, blood still leaving his body, even after his life had ended. Two of the remaining guards then rushed her, one slamming his sword into her leg, and getting at least a bit of penetration, the other swinging his sword into her arm, but again not penetrating her defenses. Indeera pulled a massive flail from under her cloak and brought it to bare, the guards taking another round of attacks against her but not penetrating the massive plates of her vile armor. The guard that had struck her leg lost most of his left shoulder, and all of his head as the great force and power of her flail smashed into and through him, knocking the man's head across the room where it exploded against the wall behind the wizard, who in turn screamed and began scrambling backwards. She brought the flail down on the other guards knee, tearing off most of the lower half of his leg and knocking him to the ground. She followed up that blow with one in the center of his torso, crushing into his chest. Indeera then moved around that guard towards the remaining two, the one below her coughing up blood, his life fading from the world as she passed. The remaining two guards went at her together, one swinging towards her neck but having his blade deflected by the massive pauldrons on her shoulders, the second guard swinging low and striking into her knee but not penetrating the protective mesh of her armor. Indeera kicked the guard that went low in the face, her shin splitting his lip, shattering his teeth and nose and sending him to the ground in a heap of pain and blood. She swunng her weapon sharply before her with a second swift motion and came down on the second guards wrist, crushing through the bone and flesh of his hand, sending it and the sword it was carrying falling to the ground. Grabbing the guard she had just mauled, she lifted him up, her strong grip crushing his wind pipe as she held him, then lifting her leg she brought her foot down onto the head of the guard below her, crushing his skull and splattering it across the very cobblestone that her boot connected with. A moment later she tossed the guard in her hand to the ground, his wind pipe crushed, and the life long removed from his body. Slowly she turned and stared at Ison, the same look on her face, the cool stoic visage masking a swiming volcano of fury and hatred underneath. With a motion she dropped her flail and began moving towards the priest. Ison spoke, pointing at her. "Stop!! Stop damnit!! I want to talk.. Stop you bitch!! I want to talk.. to TALK!!" Indeera reached him swiftly, and Ison grabbed at his holy symbol, reaching out and touching her chest. Nothing happened. Indeera swung both of her open hands together on the sides of Ison's head, the mans ear drums ruptured, and he screamed as blood flowed from those wounded cavities. Indeera then palmed the front of Ison's face with one of her gauntleted hands, and grabbed the back of his head with the other, and in one swift motion turned his head around with a sharp, final crack. Ison gurgled a moment, and his arms and legs twitched and thrashed as the confused nerves in his body gave out there final signal, and then he was dead. Indeera tossed the corpse to her side and approached the mage, the man looking at her in absolute terror. "No! NO! get away from me.. I did nothing.. I meant no harm! I.." Indeera cut him off, speaking coldly. "I need your assistance in getting through the ice." The man, sweating nodded emphatically. "Of course.. of course.. Ill do that.. I can do that.. I can.." Indeera grabbed the man by his shoulder and marched him towards the other side of the room, towards the passage she had come out of, as she approached the ice wall covering it she picked up her pace. The man spoke hastily. "ok.. ok, dont rush I just need to.." Ignoring him Indeera picked up more speed, moving as fast as she could in the armor, then released his shoulder, grabbed the back of the mages head and rammed him head first into the ice wall. On the first hit the mages face was mostly shattered. He was dead by the second hit. The third hit finaly cracked through the ice wall, and destroyed most of the mages head. She dropped the remains of the mage to the side and shouldered past the ice, stepping into the dark halway in front of her. Wiping her mouth she took a deep breath of the air around her, taking in the smell of death and blood. "Report" her words were spoken into the darkness, and Ella responded from those shadows. "All is well, Varren dispatched the guards along the hall, though he's having a bit too much fun at it I think." Indeera closed her eyes, using her willpower to get her wrath under control, the soft voice in the darkness somehow calming her as it spoke again. "Well, we need to get you cleaned up, then off to your fourth meeting today. Busy busy! but you honestly shouldnt eat at these things." Ella stepped from the shadows, a form of cat and woman combined perfectly, a slender clawed hand rising up with a white cloth to get the blood from her mistresses face. Indeera interjected as Ella did her best getting the gore from her face, and having trouble doing so. "Four more to go. I'll crush the last remnants of these aged politians under my boot, and make way for a path more suited to our god." Ella only nodded, obviously more concerned about the blood than the divine revelation she just heard. "Ok, ok, well thats all well and good but we should get a move on. Ill have varren continue racking up a body count, and let you deal with the priests." Ella's ears perked a moment and she looked at Indeera curiously. "Do you think its wise though to leave Kaliora and Kerrivas out of it though, I know they'd love to help." Indeera shook her head as she moved past her lover and down the hall. "No. Kaliora has her own agenda's, and they may well aid us in the future, better to allow her to follow her own goals, that freedom is why she stays, and I have no intention of taking it from her." Ella pondered and followed behind her mistress. "What of Kerrivas then?" Indeera shook her head slightly. "He also has his hands full at the moment, and Gauthic made it clear to me what he wants. We'll have to wait and see." Ella nodded to herself and moved gracefully behind her mistress, already beginning to blend in with the shadows around her. "... and gloom?" Indeera kept walking, and only responded after several minutes. "Let him watch. He needs to see this more than anyone."  With that Indeera continued her journey in the catacombs to conclude a very busy, grisly, and necessary day. All for a show of strength.