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[Erinyes Feuri]

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Sinful? Sinful? What did the fellow in the tavern mean? She didnt understand his mortal ramblings as she stared down the fleshy human. He had no concept of sinful, perhaps she should of stayed inside, maybe she shouldnt of wandered out amongst these mortals just yet..

She looked down at her robe then back to the man, it was black? Was the color a connotation of good and evil to these mortals? Surely they were not that unintelligent... She was rather confused. It had come with her the robe, it made it easy to blend herself away.. She had never considered this meaning behind his words.

The shocking black of her hair weaved in the wind around her face. The man had gall he approached her closer, he called her some sort of slang term something taudry perhaps. Woman of the night or something.. as the man approached her closer and closer his hand pointing jeering at her robe. Her eyes began to deepen in their red intensity. His other hand she noticed was on his sword and she looked at the establishment behind them.

Make it quick and quiet... Erinyes. Dont tip our hand.. She was perplexed as this fellow in silver armour moved closer. Did he just say something about a Necromancer? She looked about to see if she could find one. She was puzzled. Well this was getting ridiculous any moment someone would see this commotion.

She stared at him the burning of vengeance in her words, the death of a mortal on her tongue darkness arked around them like a cocoon and he paused his blood running cold. It had finally dawned that he was wrong, none of the things he had called her were true. The words descended in a non female tongue dark and deep they reverberated. Nex Repleo Vestri. It began, Nightmarish images rose up in his head the man screamed clutching it, the shadows deepened and the woman was gone, but foul monsters plagued him, one chewing on his leg blood gushing from it..

The Pain... The Torture...He couldnt stand it he reached for his blade... and the laughing, she was laughing...

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Davies stumbled from the tavern leaning heavily intoxicated on Moreys arm. I am fine you rutting bastard...I can get home on my own.

Morey had suddenly stopped, there laying at his feet was a man he had seen earlier. Would you look at this chap Davies! Look wot he's gone and done... Rammed his blade right thru him...Good lord the mess.

Davies backed up his face now quite green and bent over vomiting on the spot. Thats what ye get for drinkin so much you fool, Morey's voice disgusted.

Davies peered off in the shadows off to his side.. wot was that..someones awatchin in the shadows..I swear I just saw a woman. Morey scoffed your as drunk as can be lets go find the Lawman shall we?

Young blokes cant handle death and war they cant, I seen it all the time arunning em'selves thru..