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Post by Abii on May 6, 2017 11:31:33 GMT -5
During the morning, a few days after Abii's rampage within Greatgaunt, her body is dragged from the Red Ravens cell and is buried in the cemetery. As the gravediggers move the dirt to place her corpse nice and deep in the ground a signet ring gracing the middle finger of her right hand glints a hue of purple slightly before a shovelful of dirt is tossed on top of it. As the hole is filled the gravediggers pack the ground as best they can with their shovels and mop their sweaty brows with rags that become caked with filth from the job they completed. They meander down to the inn for a stiff drink and a large hot meal as the sun sets on the horizon.
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spyd3r97344
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Post by spyd3r97344 on May 6, 2017 12:10:01 GMT -5
Through the love of intrigue William Grimcloud find's himself full of ambition in re-guards to the gossip slipping across the cormyrian folk's lips with such a public indescretion and is urged to find said grave....
*Under the light of a 3/4 moon William finds the grave post witching hour and with a whisper and a simple nightshade left on the fresh dirt whilst the shadows converges softly under canopy of clouds as William vanishes from the Cemetery*
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Post by Abii on May 7, 2017 10:49:12 GMT -5
During the frigid evening, at Greatgaunt cmentary, two persons, suited mostly in black and purple clothes, appear. They were seekin for a woman, which was bury here just few days ago. With their eldrich powers, they found a grave, the were lookin for, and a woman inside it..
Are you sure.. 'she' lies here ?* Person with black hood asked* No doubt about it, its the most fresh grave. *Second person nod and looked around* You heard what she have done while was alive? The Triad.. Commander of Ironsworn.. many others.. Shes well skilled. *Grin appear on a purple hooded person*
I did.. What if shes goin to make much more troubles than a help to us ? *Black hooded person looks scared now* Whats goin to happen if she will just kil us without an eye 'blink' when she restores her strength ? You thought about that? We have much more to lose.. *Black hooded person drop heavy shovel from his hands*
Unfortunly, you may have right in this point.. Lets leave this place before someone will spot us. We need to discuss it with our Master.. *Person with purple hood drops shovel from his hands near the grave* Now fast.. catch my cloak with your hand, lets get out of here.. Pooff! *Both persons along with their shadows vanished*
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Post by Grimnir Gurnison on May 10, 2017 20:11:34 GMT -5
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May 12, 2017 0:36:23 GMT -5
Post by darksun on May 12, 2017 0:36:23 GMT -5
The days come and go until the memory of the bloodshed is left behind the town as if caravan leaving routinely for Valkur. A figure Emerges from tombstone to tombstone. Rubbing the tops in memory of those buried there. The master would be impressed with this ones efforts. Kneeling and praying. After confession, the time to work is at hand. Digging repeating shovel after shovel. Unburying a small wooden casket. A voice speaks out not even the necromancers would come for this one. The hand runs across the wooden casket. The purple ring long since tarnished and dirty glows strongly now. Reaching for a parchment that looks even older then the ring itself, the scroll container dusty and sealed. Pops open with echoing sound in the midnight air. The words roll off the tongue that of the god of lies. Darun, Darun repeated over and over. When the finally words are finished, the tools gathered and the top unsealed. Go into the world for we will be watching as we always have and always will.
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May 12, 2017 8:46:28 GMT -5
Post by spyd3r97344 on May 12, 2017 8:46:28 GMT -5
You whom the kings saluted; who refused not The one great pleasure of ignoble days, Fame without name and glory without gossip, Whom no biographer befouls with praise...
Between the blackened curbs lie stacked the harvest of the skies, Long lines of frozen, grimy rocks befouled by city feet; On either side the racing throngs, the crowding cliffs, the cries, And ceaseless winds that eddy down to whip the iron street.
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May 12, 2017 11:55:34 GMT -5
Post by Abii on May 12, 2017 11:55:34 GMT -5
The days come and go until the memory of the bloodshed is left behind the town as if caravan leaving routinely for Valkur. A figure Emerges from tombstone to tombstone. Rubbing the tops in memory of those buried there. The master would be impressed with this ones efforts. Kneeling and praying. After confession, the time to work is at hand. Digging repeating shovel after shovel. Unburying a small wooden casket. A voice speaks out not even the necromancers would come for this one. The hand runs across the wooden casket. The purple ring long since tarnished and dirty glows strongly now. Reaching for a parchment that looks even older then the ring itself, the scroll container dusty and sealed. Pops open with echoing sound in the midnight air. The words roll off the tongue that of the god of lies. Darun, Darun repeated over and over. When the finally words are finished, the tools gathered and the top unsealed. Go into the world for we will be watching as we always have and always will. /// What that this mean ? A figure, tried to ress Abii, rised Abii ? Sorry I dont get it (
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Mysto
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May 17, 2017 16:41:26 GMT -5
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Post by Mysto on May 17, 2017 16:41:26 GMT -5
The black mage studies and​ examines the area each time him and others encountered the creepy man. The safety of his love, Amaru, amongst his other two friends weigh on his mind Though the man has him curious as he wished for Mystogan to pray. With the voice in his head from the spoken grave.. He watches over the site,tending and keeping watch of her grave... warded and ready..
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Post by purgatori69 on May 17, 2017 19:21:52 GMT -5
*As the hours grow late midnight turning to early morn and woman Clad in silver armor might, or may not be seen making her way about the grave stones. Taking a moment at each one not lingering to long.* *kicks the earth of one particular grave as she passes* *whispered words* Your no good to me dead. Crawl your way out of that grave. Even I know your lord still calls to you. *contiunes on her way taking a moment at the rest of the graves before leaving town headed south*
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May 17, 2017 19:38:04 GMT -5
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Post by Asgardian Grey Hawk on May 17, 2017 19:38:04 GMT -5
*A figure wearing t he markings of Talks can be seen patrolling the graveyard nightly*
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Post by StabbingNirvana on May 17, 2017 19:47:32 GMT -5
From the Red Ravens, a voice could be heard saying "You can't kill the Milkman ... The Milkman has defeated Death himself!
Days earlier, that same voice from within the Red Ravens may have been heard saying something along the lines of "I'll tell you about the Milkman if Mystogan turns pink again." A short time later heavy, unending laughter would be heard followed by "Pinkstogan the Pinkromancer!" The laughter could be heard into the night, through the morning, and into the following night until that same voice says "Hey! Where's my dinner?!"
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Post by gathera on May 20, 2017 6:06:20 GMT -5
That is the thing about a gravesite during the day, it is quiet, peaceful, serene. You are just there to pay your respects. Of course, I was not there for such banal sentimental reasons. The day was simply better to observe the layout and see where the guards patrol, if there were any.
People are always so mindful of where they step in a graveyard. The grass is worn down only along very specific paths. Disrespectful to step just anywhere and we are all just creatures of habits.
Ah! There she is, the guard. Dear Miss Abii was being watched. Unsurprising, after all the dear departed was the flavor of the month but in time that would end. Watching is tedious, other interests would arise. The dead are always so patient and meat must age.
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Post by Rane on May 22, 2017 16:00:43 GMT -5
That is the thing about a gravesite during the day, it is quiet, peaceful, serene. You are just there to pay your respects. Of course, I was not there for such banal sentimental reasons. The day was simply better to observe the layout and see where the guards patrol, if there were any. People are always so mindful of where they step in a graveyard. The grass is worn down only along very specific paths. Disrespectful to step just anywhere and we are all just creatures of habits. Ah! There she is, the guard. Dear Miss Abii was being watched. Unsurprising, after all the dear departed was the flavor of the month but in time that would end. Watching is tedious, other interests would arise. The dead are always so patient and meat must age. *claps* very well done
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