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[Azin Rosewind]

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I'll kill her myself rather then let you touch her...

Animals like you should learn thier place....

Your not going to die...Your too stubborn...

...But what else can i do?


The night started out in general curiosity, She was good enough at watching, Azin has done it for years now.
The now Skull occupied town of umbra had a few of thier rulers in tow tonight, That Admoreth had made himself a lich lord, two with him were good enough lap dogs. He was fitting the role nicely, but no one she would kneel to....Never again would she kneel to.

Azin wandered about watching the goings on, then she caught a secnt,Zh'azhak. out of either curiosity or stupidtiy she wandered over to the blacksmiths where the scent trail was stronger. They were huddled about some girl...requesting auidence,promptly being denied it, then raise a fuss.
Azin barely paid any mind till another scent wafted in, she quickly stepped towards the moongate.

Azrielle, this was the LAST place she need to be, Why Azin even cared boggled her, But it was the sense of fermilarity with her condition. A shattered mind, it brought out whatever twisted form of compassion or mercy that was gifted to her.
The next moments were furtile attempts to get Azrielle away and then following her about umbra so noone got ahold of her.
The chase ended at the current home of the local provest.


The memorys were a blur now, a fight with that insufferable wench called Zh'azhak, where a good blow or two may have been gotten in by Azin. Horace, treating her like an animal and servent. She blacked out,they had tied her to something...Carveing something in her forehead. Black again.
Then sanctus...Gromph, he was telling her something, but its blurred.
To hell if she was dieing here...By some odd fluke of will she had brought heself to some forest.

Blackness.



But she wasn't dead, her senses caught up with her only slightly. She was tired,but alive.
Dirt, she was underground, how? something was binding her and when she moved the arm she had but the lilttilist feeling in it felt like needles stabing her, Why?
Why was she still alive?
What damanble force was takeing plasure in keeping her like that?
What bloody purpose could she have left?


Why won't you let me die?
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