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| Author: | Swallow the Stars [ Thu, Dec 10 2009, 23:12 PM ] |
| Post subject: | Just North of Cordor's City Gates... |
An altar, carved of stone in the shape of a jawless skull - a sunburst surrounding it - sets, out in the open and for all to see. Upon it are strewn two bodies: one, a human clad in purple and black armor and wearing a helm with a skull's visage; the other an adventurer dressed in greys. Streaks of crimson, not yet old enough to dry, have poured down the altar's face, offering the nigh-artistic image of the Prince of Lies crying tears of blood. A vastly larger quantity of the scarlet ichor has puddled in the grass below, forming a moat of disturbing composition. The source of the 'paint', it seems, is the purple-armored human. A hole has been punched through his left breastplate. To any who would venture close enough to examine the scene it would be painfully obvious what had transpired: the heart that was once within his chest sets in the grass some ten feet away. Any who knew him would recognize the victim as Nicholais Croix; his accomplice, apparently, as Nather Tane. No note is left describing what has transpired; only a gruesome mess for any who pass to see. |
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| Author: | Mimiron_Old [ Thu, Dec 10 2009, 23:18 PM ] |
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Audrey walked by, narrowed her eyes, then quickly headed off the other way, only to turn up again a minutes later with a commoner disguise. The body of Nicholais Croix would be discretely taken aside and the heart collected. The body of Nather Tane is left, at the moment as Audrey collected the remains of Nicholais and bring them through a portal. In which, many cultists would be happy to resurrect her fallen comrade. Despite her inner rage, anger, and frustration, she keeps her disguise and her temper. Upon safe return of her comrade, Audrey puts her armor back on, no longer disguised, and she sets off before he is tended to, in order to address the altar. |
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| Author: | P Three [ Fri, Dec 11 2009, 0:29 AM ] |
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From the shadows the gold-helmed shadow watches the transpiring events, before melting away, the glint at her throat the last thing seen. |
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