[Galadria]

LOL, then you should sympathise with poor Cythera, Read on:

Odo was finally awakened by pounding on his door in the predawn hours. He groggily opened it to find Galadria and Attalus standing fully dressed and armed. Shocked fully awake, now, he asked what was wrong.
"Cyth has disappeared," the dark mage answered tersely. "The innkeeper said she went off with a barbarian woman. Something about a sick child. Our host waited up for her and she has never shown up, and he woke us up. We've been pounding on your door for twenty minutes." After a quick look at the other side of the bed that assured him that his treasure was indeed gone, Odo hurriedly dressed and armed himself. He went back into the hall, noting that Noemi and Sefa were there, also.
"Which way did she go?" he asked the frantic innkeeper.
"They disappeared to the west, My Lord," the man tremulously said. "Please, my Lord, don't be angry at me. I tried to get her not to go, but she insisted."
"Heavens, man," Odo flung over his shoulder as they rushed out the door, "I know how she is. You couldn't have stopped her."
They gathered in front of the inn. Odo looked to the west and took from his pack a handkerchief that Cythera had given him. He put it carefully on the ground and waved his hands over it. "Little cloth, I had you from her hand that I love. Show me where she is now, that I may treasure you all the days of my life. Chelock, Raase, meiya."
The handkerchief, slowly at first, then more quickly, rose from the ground, hovered in mid air, then floated away at about the speed of a person walking. They followed, weapons at the ready. After about an hour's steady pursuit in the growing light, they came across a barbarian villiage. The cloth continued into it until it struck the wall of the largest hut, where it fluttered harmlessly to the ground.
A few people were around, so they hurriedly hid themselves. Galadria had no intention of blundering into some situation that they were not sure of and perhaps getting her friend killed. From a distance, they carefully studied the rude building. Attalus, for his part, sneaked to the other side of the village to see it from another angle. He returned, with news.
"Gal," he said, "I think that there's a way to get into there. There's a small window in back, with a tree growing next to it. I think Noemi might be able to get in through it."
They quickly shifted to the place that he described. Sure enough, there was such an opening, without panes or bars, that they could tell. Noemi regretfully shook her head." There was a time," she said ruefully, "that I could, but..." she waved vaguely at her bosom. Despite his concern, Attacus smiled. "But wait, Sefa could fit. She's little."
All eyes went to Sefa. She stuck out her jaw. "I'll go, if Lady Noemi comes to give me a boost up. I'd do anything to save Lady Cythera."
Odo patted her warmly on the shoulder. "If you pull this off, Sefa, I think she'll let you call her Cyth."
"Good, Sefa," Galadria commended her. "Noemi, you and she sneak down along this line of trees. I don't think anyone will see you if you are careful."
So, clinging to every shadow, Sefa and her redhaeded escort found themselves at the foot of the aforementioned tree. "Up you go, Sefa," Noemi whispered. "Good luck."
She bent over and let the girl stand on her back. Sefa stepped up and peered in the window.
She immediately saw Cythera, bound and gagged and stuck in a corner. One of her sandalled feet was chained to a stake driven into the earth floor. No one else seemed to be around, so she slithered through the opening and dropped onto the floor.
Cythera saw her immediately and started writhing wildly, gesturing with her eyes at the open door. Sefa guessed that there was a sentry or some other guard. She hid in the shadow of a huge chest that dominated the room.
Not a minute too soon, for a bustle ouside the door announced a visitor. A barbarian shaman strode into the building. Hed knelt by his captive. "So, foreigner, you are awake." He ran hs fingers through Cythera's golden locks, now in disarray. She glared at him, furiously. "The time of the prophecy is come upon us, and you drop like an apple into our lap. The Great One calls for a sacrifice of one with hair like the sun. What a surprise when our raiding party told me that they had taken one such. What an honor it will be for you." He loosened the robe at Cythera's throat, pulled it open, and gazed lustfully at her breasts. "Too bad that soon, my knife will end all of this earthly beauty. Ah, how often I have seen, the knife go in, and heart sacrificed, and looked back at the poor body, the lips that you are yearning to rave at me with slack and dry, these rosy paps turned blue. The Great one will not resent me if I keep your corpse for a while as he ravishes your soul. But you will dwell with the Great One for eternity as his concubine." With a pinch of her nipple he rose and went on out. Sefa lost no time in getting to her friend.
First, she cut Cythera's bonds with Strike, and as Cythera indignantly pulled her gag off, she began to dig at the stake in the earth. It was hard packed and deep driven, but in little time the blade had unearthed it.
The little blonde gave her a grateful look, but held her finger to her lips. She immediately knelt down and cupped her hands, and Sefa, understanding, lost no time in putting her foot in the proffered stirrup and wriggling out the window. She dropped down next to Noemi, waiting by the tree, and they were quickly joined by a furious Cythera. The redhead gestured, and they rejoined their friends.
Odo had bee watching anxiously. When he saw Sefa slip out alone, his heart had sunk, but when his darling's blonde head had popped out through the window he had started dancing around like a great bear. When they arrived he had grasped her in his huge arms and pulled her off of her feet. "Cythera, darling, you're safe." He kissed her resoundingly.
With some effort, she disentangled herself from his embrace. She had been terrified but she was still annoyed at him for getting drunk the night before. "Unhand me, oaf," she flared. Odo's face fell and he released her.
"What's the matter, Cyth," he said, crestfallen. "I got here as fast as I could."
"Cyth," Galadria scolded, "Don't be mean to Odo. We wouldn't have found you without him."
The blonde mage looked at her husband and her heart was melted. I'm sorry, dearest," she said contritely," But Sefa will tell you that that bastard was just pawing at me and I guess I just wasn't in the mood to be touched. Forgive me?"
Intead of replying, Odo, his face darkened, asked, "What do you mean, 'pawed?' Sefa, what is she talking about?" Sefa quickly repeated what she had heard and seen. Odo exploded."This must be avenged. What, sacrifice you on a heathen altar? Fondling you as you lay bound? They will all die for this."
"Calm yourself, Odo," Galadria commanded. "All there are not equally responsible, but we must teach them a lesson without burning the villiage to the ground. I have a plan."
They went back to the inn, collected their horses, and returned. As they approached the villiage, Cythera, in a new, clean robe and after a bath she had insisted upon, noticed a stir around the temple where she had been held. She clutched her magical staff more tightly. They rode right in front of the temple.
They were quickly surrounded by muttering barbarian tribesmen. The women for the most part hung back, nervously, but Cythera noticed the one that had lured her to the tent front and center with the men, in a rude breastplate of leather and bearing a spear. They exchanged hostile glances. The blonde mage spoke. "As you see, I have returned. I do not allow myself to be befouled by the slime of your obscene god or his lewd priests. Let the shaman who used me so foully stand forth, or be branded forever a coward."
There was a stir in the crowd and the shaman stood before her. "Well, you have returned, pretty bird. Foolish, but fortunate for us. I will yet place my knife between your little paps and separate them forever. Take them, warriors, if ye be true worshippers of the Great One."
There was a roar as the fighters sprang forward, but they quickly stopped. Energy pulses shot from Cythera and Noemi, shattering the shaman and the warrior girl who had captured Cythera. Attalus and Odo mowed down every one that got close to the group, and last of all Galadria conjured a great comet that struck in thieir midst where they were thickest, killing many and knocking the rest off their feet. Attalus and Odo then galloped about, slaying any that rose to their feet, or else Cythera and Noemi blew them apart with magic. Finally, when everyone left alive was cowering on the ground in fear of their lives, Cythera rode forward, got off of her horse, and strode to the blackened corpse of the shaman. She bent over and picked up his wicked sacrificial knife and handed it to Odo, who broke it in half in his great gauntlets.
"There," she declaimed," your wicked god can ponder his impotence before the champion of Helm the Watcher. Know, that if we ever hear of these revolting rites being practised again, we will return, and not a one of you will be left alive."
With dignity, she remounted her horse and the party rode off. Later, they heard that a very active sect of Helm had been set up there.