Post by sandcastles on Feb 14, 2011 5:17:33 GMT -5
Four elves arrive in the rain. While soft prayers are spoken, and calm words shared, the black clad sun elf with her stark white hood and mantle sheds her own blood and screams into the night. Her promise for vengeance echos, shrieked with an unrestrained, passionate, hate. More words shared, they speak of the Seldarine.
An arrow is broken, and planted next to to a large tree that stands by the shrine. Firmly stuck into the earth and leaned against the trunk the halves form a triangle. A bloodstained palm print is pressed into the bark betwixt the shattered shaft.
While the others share words and prayers, the archer moves off to practice her blades in the rain, waiting for the time when the others are ready to leave.
An arrow is broken, and planted next to to a large tree that stands by the shrine. Firmly stuck into the earth and leaned against the trunk the halves form a triangle. A bloodstained palm print is pressed into the bark betwixt the shattered shaft.
While the others share words and prayers, the archer moves off to practice her blades in the rain, waiting for the time when the others are ready to leave.