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[Nh'bdy]

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Soap looked down at his hands, the last few hours were blurry, for now he had to get a grip on himself. Looking around, his surroundings were strange, cold, dark, and damp. It had to be the cave he'd slept in outside Luna, the one where the nice stranger had brought him warm food.

The words nipped at what little sanity he had at the moment, making him recall what had happened... Strangers.. Seth's mind began to flicker, flashes of black and some strange scene that now seemed so distant...

THUD Seth felt the branch snap over his back, felt the mud wrap around his hands as he fell forward, glancing back he saw a tall man, about his size, staring down at him..the two men cheering him on as he kicked the lumberjack, then pounced on him.

Fighting not to black out Seth groped wildly in the dark, until he found it...his hatchet...taking hold of the worn handle, he brought it up, hearing a sickening sound as the weight lifted off of him.

The next few minutes were non existence, the only memory was being over the attacker, bringing the hammer end of the axe into the torso of the now corpse...over and over...the splatter, the spray, the red mist that coated the dark clothes Seth wore.

Back in the cave..Seth lay..pulling his legs to his chest trying to calm himself, he felt his jaw begin to ache, another fit of trying to black out, but he couldn't, Seth had to keep himself awake, keep himself from the dreams..until the taste of blood washed through his mouth..then it started...the screams...the feeling of warm blood all over him again, feeling the steam stream off of his skin...the frantic clensing in the stream, the...

thud

Seth's eyes rolled back into his head as he lay on the cave floor, his last thought "Let me see morning..."
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[Vargus Daelstrum]

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Vargus froze in place, all merryments of the previous events of the day suddenly flushed out of his mind as he looked down to the slaughter he saw before him.

Two bodies layed in silence, in death, before him. He looked down to them, speechless, baffled. Looking away from them, he cringed as he saw what seemed to be the remains of a man, gruesomely murdered, whose chest was collapsed within itself, some of it's ribs jutting outward to the corpse's sides.

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Standing in front of the Lycaeum, he awaited the two council-men he had contacted moments after he saw the massacre. Several thoughts were flowing through his mind now that the initial surprise and bafflement had started to pass. From what he had seen, the three had all seemed to have been killed by the same type of weapon... the same person, maybe..

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The two stood before him, standing straight, ready for any order. The sun hovered directly above them, sending bright rays of light down to the forests in front of the Lycaeum.Vargus let out a deep, solemn breath, then told the men there was a murderer, or a group of murderers about. The men showed no type of emotion, for they were too professional, too filled with pride. He sent the group off to patrol the forests around the Lycaeum, to not leave any area in the woods unchecked.

Hours later, the two came back. Vargus could sense a slight solemness from the two as they lined up in front of him to report. Nothing. No one. He dismissed the two, then walked back to the crime scene for further information. Moonglow would not let the criminal, or criminals, do such as thing without being punished, he thought, we will find them.

[Nh'bdy]

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Seth coughed, some mixture of strangely colored bile splattered in front of him. Wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt, nearly puking again when he realized it, it had happened...he'd brutally murdered three innocent men...

Something stirred inside Seth, something that had been suppressed all his life, some dark figure that always lurked on the edge of the next clearing...some dark conglomeration of survival instinct and suppressed urges, festering to the surface, divulged by a withering mind.

Seth stood, twirling the axe in his hand, the way only a man skilled with it could manage, his body now back under his minds control, but still it turned in on itself over and over.

"MURDERER!"

"Siiiiiiner!"

REPENT! REPENT!

His mind screamed, a mind trained with the deluge of his elders...then it became clear, a voice in the back of his head, a booming voice, a voice that could take control of the others, make the body stand, and even put the hatchet away.

"Get moving, get hidden, somewhere safe, think out your moves, no one knew you were there, and you left nothing, Survive"

Seth nodded, walking slowly towards the mouth of the cave. The gently echo of his steps reverberating off the long worn walls.
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"What do you call a fish with four legs? A stool pidgeon! Bwuagh bwuagh bwuagh bwguagh!"
~Malorn