As the guards of the Grey Rose castle woke up by the sunrise and went to open the gate, they noticed something was wrong.
- What is this? - one of them asked.
- Hmm,seemslike a blade - says other guard. - Someone must have put it there during the night.
- Yes, but... with which intention?
- I don't know...
In the middle of the gate is a sword, trusted into the wooden big doors of the castle.
A sword
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The isle was full of self rightours fools, whos idea of justice was to hate and fear that which they did not understand. The situation could have been laughable to the darkly clad elf as he slowly made his way through trolls banes dimly lit streets.
Arynne, fair Arynne how the elfess played upon his thoughts. Creating a warmth within him, which he felt was unwanted, but was it . The young elfess often entered his thoughts of late. Yet within his mind he could only wait for the time in which she turned from him. The elf was aware of what he was, and he did not choose to live in denial. The young ladys interest may be caught by one she thought of as a mystery, but would that last once she truly knew him.
These thoughts filtered through the elf’s mind as he slowly searched through the town for a certain young man. With the shadows as his companion and his senses as his weapons Dravish made his way through the various alleys and streets of the small town, yet the young man was nowhere to be seen. How strange, where would the young Windslasher be if not within these walls. The young man troubled him, and as with all his troubles Dravish intended to confront it.
Arynne, fair Arynne how the elfess played upon his thoughts. Creating a warmth within him, which he felt was unwanted, but was it . The young elfess often entered his thoughts of late. Yet within his mind he could only wait for the time in which she turned from him. The elf was aware of what he was, and he did not choose to live in denial. The young ladys interest may be caught by one she thought of as a mystery, but would that last once she truly knew him.
These thoughts filtered through the elf’s mind as he slowly searched through the town for a certain young man. With the shadows as his companion and his senses as his weapons Dravish made his way through the various alleys and streets of the small town, yet the young man was nowhere to be seen. How strange, where would the young Windslasher be if not within these walls. The young man troubled him, and as with all his troubles Dravish intended to confront it.
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In the middle of a pitch-dark night, a bird drops a parchment at Arynne's feet.
She reads it, her expressive green eyes filled with worry. As she nears the end, she lifts her dark-haired head and looks up to the deep night sky.
"I only pray it is not too late."
Working with a calm urgency, she writes a return note and sends the bird back. She hastily writes another note and sends it off with a tiny, pure-white dove. "To Caitlin, Aisling," she whispers, "I know you can find her, dear." Sighing, she sits against the base of a large tree.
"I wait for more word," she says softly, "And until then, I shall only pray that something can be done."
She reads it, her expressive green eyes filled with worry. As she nears the end, she lifts her dark-haired head and looks up to the deep night sky.
"I only pray it is not too late."
Working with a calm urgency, she writes a return note and sends the bird back. She hastily writes another note and sends it off with a tiny, pure-white dove. "To Caitlin, Aisling," she whispers, "I know you can find her, dear." Sighing, she sits against the base of a large tree.
"I wait for more word," she says softly, "And until then, I shall only pray that something can be done."
