-=The Finding=-

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+ "Strange friend." I said. "Here is no cause to mourn". "None?" said the other, "Save the undone years, the hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours. Was my life also; I went hunting wild. After the wildest beauty in the world +
-Wilfred Owens Strange Meeting


-=-His chainmail sat strewn over his shoulder as his book sank into the marshy floor of the brook as he waded through the water. He passed through it merely to reach his guild.. His right hand continued to swirl in a circular motion , moving something within his palm.. Reaching the bank he fluidly let the emcumbering mail slip to the earth as he looked over the rings of delicate craftsmanship.. He'd never taken them off, save now.. Sighing faintly he returned each to their place proper and moved towards the light from his den. She'd continue to bother her, he knew rest would find him at his other home. Or least he wished... He was coming to gather a few mere things.. Stepping in a pugnent odor invaded his nostrils, it was strong, metalic.. Shaking his head he stepped further down, bypassing the traps with feline grace... Pressing past the oaken door his eyes befell a gruesome image. The commoner from this morn sat chained to the statue within te entryway. Blood still cooled and formed a murky pool about his form. His eyes were missing and a visage of true suffering seemed present. A scroll sat attacked to his corpse.. Reading it he sighed once more. More riddles. When would it all end? All this death.. Kneeling he strode his hand over the mans face and shook his head.. Regret filled his heart as he looked away.. This was not what he wished.. Who was to blame? Resting aside the corpse sat a thin dagger with a black hilt.. A jade gem resting within the pommel. Had she struck again? Nae.. couldn't have been.. He would have someone "deal" with it later. for now me chose to think.. This pulled his mind from her, and gave way to a much warrented rest.. -=-

The scroll is inked in blood and reads as follows:

"He carved his eyes out to hide from the horrors he saw.. Now all he can do is listen to them eat his flesh... "

This is an Open RP folks.. anyone whom wishes to hop along on it can. S







Posted on May 9, 2000, 1:37 AM

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