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[Aya Drantius]

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She sat upon the Inn bed looking at the palm of her hands. Thoughts of everything up till now raced through her mind.

"I can never go back to being a Paladin because of.."she paused for a moment as if trying to go about saying his name once more.

"of...of...Alarin. So so long ago he corrupted me from the path of a Paladin." For long moments she stared at the palm of her hands drowning out everything around her. "Then Darmug torturing me till I broke and gave in. Both Darmug and Alarin...faint knocking in the distance, a messege from afar or perhaps I'm losing my sanity.."

The knocking grew louder and louder. "The knocking, its not going away...its haunting me perhaps..? No I wont let it!" She shook her head a bit then looked towards the room door. It was then she relized someone was at the door to her room in the Inn. "Come in.." Aya said then sighed. A middle aged man opened the door holding a large crate with a bottle of white liquid ontop of it.

"Miss I made you the armor to your specifications and purchased the hair dye you asked for." the smith said with a certian nervousness in his voice.

"Very well put it down and begone" Aya gave him a cold stare as she said it. The smith walked over to her and put the large crate at her feet then hurriedly left the Inn room.

Placing a hand on her dagger with her right hand she slipped it out from the belt. Holding it firmly she gripped her pony tail with her other hand and then proceeded to cut the rope binding her hair in a pont tail off. The rope cut easily and fell to the floor. As the rope fell she dropped the dagger on the bed then stared at the bottle of hair dye.

She reached down and lifted the bottle. Uncapping the bottle she tilted her head downward and then poured the bottles contents on her hair. As the bottle emptied she let the bottle slip from her hand to let it hit the floor with a loud crash. Her head still tilted downward she saw her once raven black hair now dyed white. For a few seconds she closed her eyes in thought. When she opened her eyes she placed both hands on the large crate.

"So it beginds..." she said with a certian cold determination in her voice.
As she opened the crate slowly it creaked ever so slightly. As she finaly opened it fully she gazed upon the shadow iron armor inside.

"All the details to it are here as specified..everything. So it begins.." she reached into the crate and began putting on the armor.

[Aya Drantius]

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A slight cool breeze blew through the air as she walked the dirt path through the forrest.

Just wait till I find you again and those who care for you. Just you wait Beowulf. You will be the first of the necromancers I purge in cleansing fire... she thought to her self. Stopping for a moment on the dirt road she looked into the darkness of the forrest.

"I'll make you feel the pain your kind put me through. You had best be lucky I do not run into those who love you..." she said coldly but her voice trailed off. She clentched her fists then unclentched them. "To think Isk told me that him and Humanis could help me channel my anger" she laughed as she spoke to herself. Her eyes looked to the ground for a moment. "Matters not, Ive found something to put my anger into. Its very clear what I must do. I wonder what Isk and Angelique would think of what Ive chosen to do." She looked up from the ground into the darkness of the forrest once more then started walking towards it.

"Doesnt matter at all anymore. My life or any, all that matters is the death of all necromancers..."