As night falls a short hooded figure wanders the streets. peeking in the hospital he notices freshly used bandages. he asks quietly if there is any thing he may do to help such as taking the bandages to be cleaned or burned if needed. after a while of watching the goings on he quietly heads for the river with the bandages while kneeling to wash each bandage he squeezes what blood he can from each into a bottle before washing them in the river. he looks around cautiously for a moment as he slides the vials into his bag. gazing upon the dagger he'd paid 5 silver to have made gave a disappointed sigh. " not good enough" he whispered to him self. as he find he is unable to wash all of the bandages clean her burns the rest. even if he'd been seen all would appear normal just some one cleaning and disposing of bandages..
as the moon rose high the figure slips out of town heading for the grave yard fresh flowers and shovel in hand. as he passes folks he lifts a hand giving a slight nod in greeting. he speaks not a word until meeting a taller hooded figure. they exchange silent whispers as the shorter figure begins to dig. perhaps the flower is to be planted on the grave. the headstone belonging to Oliver Fox. as the moon hides behind the clouds the night becomes black and a thump is heard quickly the figure heaves and drags the corpse from it's resting place and fills the grave leaving the coffin in place and planting the flower. as the taller stranger opens a book reading from it a portal opens and they both exit dragging the cadaver in tow. the portal closes quickly behind them just as other visitors happen upon the yard.
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A short hooded figure wanders about the town stopping in various places begging for coppers. those with keen sight might notice that for a beggar he has rather well groomed nails and bares few if any marks on his hands showing the signs of hard life.. as he moves about it seems he holds a black folded cloth close to him as thought it were quite important.. he wanders out the east gates of trolls bane to watch a few warriors in training.. as he watches quietly and gently pulls five small vials from his cloak and places a drop from each on the blade of a small dagger.
upon the approach of a man with strange markings on his face he moves away from the wall. as he draws closer his hides the dagger away whispering to the man.. the mans his head and moves on saying something about his reputation.. as the stranger moves away another man approaches the hooded figure saying "I accept the challenge. no armor right?" the hooded figure nods and draws an ordinary dagger of similar design to the treated one. as the warrior swings down the hooded figure leaps away from the first swing of a blade and lunges from a crouch changing daggers as he moves jabbing the blade deep into the man's side.. the man quickly shoves the hooded figure away causing him to roll off the bridge they had used as a stage for the event. the hooded figure gets to his feet running off away from the town and make his way tot he south gate wrapping the dagger very carefully int the black cloth once more.
quietly he places the cloth into a depot and locks it securely and returns to his begging near the shops. [/i]
upon the approach of a man with strange markings on his face he moves away from the wall. as he draws closer his hides the dagger away whispering to the man.. the mans his head and moves on saying something about his reputation.. as the stranger moves away another man approaches the hooded figure saying "I accept the challenge. no armor right?" the hooded figure nods and draws an ordinary dagger of similar design to the treated one. as the warrior swings down the hooded figure leaps away from the first swing of a blade and lunges from a crouch changing daggers as he moves jabbing the blade deep into the man's side.. the man quickly shoves the hooded figure away causing him to roll off the bridge they had used as a stage for the event. the hooded figure gets to his feet running off away from the town and make his way tot he south gate wrapping the dagger very carefully int the black cloth once more.
quietly he places the cloth into a depot and locks it securely and returns to his begging near the shops. [/i]
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Avalyon el'Hattarr
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Darkness.. even the moon seems to hide scared under a curtain of black clouds. The restless flame over the boiling magma makes the shadows of those present, dance in a terrible spectacle over the unholy altar and the imposing pillar of bones and iron. All are hooded, but keep their heads bowed not looking at the mage directly. He steps slowly and lightly, sure on his feet, but each of his steps seem as falling stones and blazing thunders for those still having a trace of humanity in their hearts. None dare to whisper, none dare to even move or breathe. The mage walks slowly still, scanning the living statues with his eyes, enjoying the symphony of pounding hearts.
Live.. Live and do my bidding the mage says, as he lets the blood pour into the cadaver's half opened, lipless and decayed mouth.
Feed and regain your strenght!
The dagger drops with lighting speed.. Silence.. only silence, as the blade pierces the rotting chest of the corpse.
Live.. Live and do my bidding the mage says, as he lets the blood pour into the cadaver's half opened, lipless and decayed mouth.
Feed and regain your strenght!
The dagger drops with lighting speed.. Silence.. only silence, as the blade pierces the rotting chest of the corpse.
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rakust dorenstkzul
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The dagger speared him, waking his death and thrusting him into the world of the living, his dull eyes bolted open, at first, he saw little but the swaggering flames, his eyes widened and he saw all around, his bleary eyes refusing to give him detail and focus, he writhed on the altar, he was weak, powerless. He drew breath, filling his rotten internals, he gave forth his previous occupancy in return, covering the altar and his face in blood and the countless larvae of countless insects, he took in air once more, and let it out, the only sound in the silent room, the quiet gargle of the former poet, as he lay on the altar.