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Ciara Devir · Journeyman Joined: 13 Jul 2007 Posts: 124

How to truly convey her feelings towards the outside world. It wasn't that she hated it, per se. It was just becoming more of a bother than it was worth. Yet, when she did venture out, she did enjoy herself, perhaps in spite of herself. However, the nagging impatience still rang from the back of her mind, incessantly telling her there was more to do.

She walked around the tavern, unsure of what she was seeing. The spiders ran free here, like no where else. And there as a place of homage to a goddess where before no homage had been allowed. Her dark skin glinted as her mind wandered towards other homages recently paid. Her stomach shifted as her mind focused on her task: kill Darrien Church. It was a lofty goal, but her mind and more, her friends and teachers were helping far more than expected. Just a few unexpected stops, but they were almost there, or so she hoped. However there was only one problem. The Matriarch had requested that he stay alive while he was useful. Ciara was beyond puzzled at this. No good could come with him alive. So in her lab she works, her spells growing in strength to find the one thing she was prevented from destroying.

NightShade · Lore Master Joined: 11 Nov 2005 Posts: 1152

They were close, they all new it and it was a group unlike any other...

Unlike anything a person would expect...What an irony, when young Ciara, came to Shade and Barl and set the wheels in motion. This silly young girl the Lich had thought..

Silly indeed... no prodigy of thiers, even Shade was often taken lightly. That was always the mistake..

She had a checklist and on it was marked the words...

Graveyard

Doll

Caravan

There were no check marks yet..NO ONE would stop what had begun..
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...