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Nh'bdy · Seasoned Veteran Joined: 13 Mar 2008 Posts: 308

Seth crossed his legs in the blackness of the night, the candle that sat on the floor was the only light, casting him in a flickering fleeting existence. The scene was in Magencia, in the ruins of the destroyed library, what had quickly become Seth's favorite spot to scribe in. He was surely visible to anyone sulking about the ruins, but he was well prepared for the escape he'd have to make if he were found, and in the stillness of the night, his senses would surely detect any surly ne'er-do-wells.

Seth reflected on the past day, it had been an intensive operation. Staring at the nude body of one of his comrades, driving the crude instrument into her skin over and over. A hind's antler complimented with razor sharp claw of some Ilshernar canine. One of the savages had traded the information on the art with him for some trinkets. Seth had simply applied it all over dear Lydia's body. It was a lovely tone she had chosen, one he'd applied diligently.

Scribing a few of the last tenants he would begin her training after she had healed. Ways to make it appear as though she breathed, as though she could blush, specially made clothing and armor to conceal her true nature. Seth would shroud his comrade in ambiguity and allow her a life that only a specter enjoys. Pausing for a moment and looking to the night sky he recalled Kaelthir's words.

"You are teaching her to be a proper vampire, and you are not one yourself."

Seth chuckled darkly, recalling other comparisons..his own voice flutter through his mind.

If I were to kidnap one of the nobility of the realm, I would surely treat him as one would treat a house guest, prodding only with words, they however, would almost surely have me tortured. They will also assume my brutish nature, I would only strike a man who has stricken my kindred. Sadly my kindred are the poor and unfit to defend, they are the trodden anon and the disheartened. They are Sossoria.

Seth looked down to his scribing, cool wind seeped over the banks of the sea, spilling into the ruins of Magecia, and like those temperamental winds, Seth was gone, leaving only a warm chair and a spent ink well, and the sweet whisper carried on the wind.

Sossoria Prevails.
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Lydia Marcella · Visitor Joined: 06 Sep 2008 Posts: 5

Her body ached. She lay on her back on the bed, unable to move. Holes..All over every inch of her body... They bled slightly, wrapped in bandages. Her mind drifted in and out of consciousness. She knew she was alone. Her Comrade had left, as had Kael. Someone was at the door. She could hear their heartbeat. She bit her bottom lip, trying to move a limb.

Numb. That was the feeling that was taking over her body at the moment. Something she hadn't felt in a long time. She stretched her sore limbs slowly, just barely able to move them.

She wondered what she looked like. She hadn't been able to see herself since the "opperation". But she was sure it was going to make her unlife.. Interesting.