Post by Pedantry INC on Feb 6, 2015 21:18:29 GMT -5
Through the north gates of the city of Suzail Mirrir comes bearing a grotesque, bloody burden.
In her arms is a limp man in forest colors, a wooden breastplate hanging askew to reveal a ripped open torso, a foot of intestines dangling free from the grizzly wound. She walks with her wings flared wide, her jaw set in a clench, her face splattered with blood, and yer eyes narrowed in furious determination. She carries the inert figure to the cities core where she snaps a series of demands to the present war wizard and departs inside the defenders temple with her burden.
Those that knew him would recognize the senseless visage of the druid Padrin.
