Anatida
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Posted: Mon, Nov 21 2011, 6:33 AM |
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Joined: 08 Sep 2011 Location: Texas Y'all
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The Yathrin patrolled the city in her customary heavy plate with its colors of deep black and gold. Rounding the central building she saw several of Edonil's Citizens in the area of the leyline node. As she walked through the crowd, nodding in acknowledgement to the bows from the jaluks and Yath'abban Jhal'vyrae Vandree, (giving a stern glare to the males, lest they be idle) the jalil spoke - asking if she might have a private word.
The Yathrin consented, and the two women stepped to the side near the market area. They spoke in hushed tones for quite awhile. When they were done the Yathrin continued her patrol, stopping at the edge of the arena, her gaze took on a far off appearance, and a cold grin spread upon her face...
Maral entered the altar room of the temple, removed her armor and replaced it with the robes of a Priestess. She bowed before crossing the room and approaching the altar. She layed a flawless Fire Opal upon the altar, and taking her ceremonial dagger she slit her forearm allowing much of her life's blood to flow over the dark stone.
The First Daughter of Tinnerai knelt before the altar... and waited...
_________________ Iim'mur'ss - Grandmaster Shadowdancer / Aaralyn - Diplomat / Oleander - Toxic Desert Flower
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