Post by WildOrchid on Aug 13, 2010 8:57:27 GMT -5
A shadowy female figure stood alone in the graveyard watching the services from afar.
“We gather here to mourn the passing of Zerastrum Bloodmoon. He was a good man that held great respect. He is survived by his father Lord Gurathus Bloodmoon and his sister Zela. He will be missed. Let us pray.” [/i]
The words of the priest rang loudly through the tombstones. She slowly shakes her head, thinking to herself
“What the hells am I going to do now?!? My bread and butter... gone.... This isn't right!”[/i]
She stood in silence for a while, watching all the pigs file out of the graveyard one by one. Lord Bloodmoon catches the sight of her out of the corner of his eye and stops dead in his tracks.
“What are you doing here? This is all your fault! If he never hung out with you, this would have never happened! You're lucky this isn't a day for hostile action!”[/i]
She looks him over, sizing him up, a very small smirk starting to form at the corners of her mouth.
“You think wiggling your fingers will stop me?”[/i] She steps closer to him “You never even knew your own son!”[/i]
Lord Bloodmoon becomes so enraged at her mocking that one of the guards has to restrain him.
“Not here mi'lord. This isn't the place for such violence. In my humble opinion today has seen enough death. We'll deal with her another day.” [/i]
After a moment, Lord Bloodmoon turns on his heels and walks away. She looks after him, spitting on the ground where he stood.
“Coward! One of these days I'll be back for you!”[/i]
More or less talking to herself.
As darkness came, she carefully made her way back to the grave site, keeping closely to the shadows as she has done so many times before.
“I know better than this, it's not true. I could see it in that pig's eyes.”
Her thoughts racing as she approaches Zerastrum's grave. Lowering herself carefully into the freshly dug grave, she carefully and easily pops open the casket. Looking around carefully, making sure she isn't being watched, she slowly looks the body over shaking her head.
“This isn't him, anyone that knew him, would know that! Such fools!”[/i]
Pulling back the death shroud that covered the body, one word was carved ever so neatly into the chest of the corpse.
“CORMYR”[/i]
She softly whispers to herself “Guess it's time to pack my bags.”
“We gather here to mourn the passing of Zerastrum Bloodmoon. He was a good man that held great respect. He is survived by his father Lord Gurathus Bloodmoon and his sister Zela. He will be missed. Let us pray.” [/i]
The words of the priest rang loudly through the tombstones. She slowly shakes her head, thinking to herself
“What the hells am I going to do now?!? My bread and butter... gone.... This isn't right!”[/i]
She stood in silence for a while, watching all the pigs file out of the graveyard one by one. Lord Bloodmoon catches the sight of her out of the corner of his eye and stops dead in his tracks.
“What are you doing here? This is all your fault! If he never hung out with you, this would have never happened! You're lucky this isn't a day for hostile action!”[/i]
She looks him over, sizing him up, a very small smirk starting to form at the corners of her mouth.
“You think wiggling your fingers will stop me?”[/i] She steps closer to him “You never even knew your own son!”[/i]
Lord Bloodmoon becomes so enraged at her mocking that one of the guards has to restrain him.
“Not here mi'lord. This isn't the place for such violence. In my humble opinion today has seen enough death. We'll deal with her another day.” [/i]
After a moment, Lord Bloodmoon turns on his heels and walks away. She looks after him, spitting on the ground where he stood.
“Coward! One of these days I'll be back for you!”[/i]
More or less talking to herself.
As darkness came, she carefully made her way back to the grave site, keeping closely to the shadows as she has done so many times before.
“I know better than this, it's not true. I could see it in that pig's eyes.”
Her thoughts racing as she approaches Zerastrum's grave. Lowering herself carefully into the freshly dug grave, she carefully and easily pops open the casket. Looking around carefully, making sure she isn't being watched, she slowly looks the body over shaking her head.
“This isn't him, anyone that knew him, would know that! Such fools!”[/i]
Pulling back the death shroud that covered the body, one word was carved ever so neatly into the chest of the corpse.
“CORMYR”[/i]
She softly whispers to herself “Guess it's time to pack my bags.”