The Night of the Bloodied Cobbles
Apr 14, 2014 12:33:05 GMT
Post by Adele on Apr 14, 2014 12:33:05 GMT
It was hard the ignore the commotion within Doltanbran last night - after all, few can say that say they have witnessed elves pushing mounts so hard. Surprisingly enough, the Arquendi wasn't with them... It seemed to be the team of Sharps as well as the Elven Delegates that had broken from the tented stables up on the Tournament grounds, Lady Mythara even having slit her dress for the ride... Yes - a smooth, creamy leg escaped the confines of her dress and was delicately caught into the stirrup of her mount....
But that was soon forgotten as shouts come from their lips once their horses hit the filth-ridden allies. A dragging trail of footprints led into the Blind Gargoyle had been found.
Agonized screams had been heard as well as the sound of combat within one of the rooms moments prior.
... And then hours later, they said a body was taken from the tavern within the arms of a bitter Lady Mythara Haesion in the center of the Elven diamond procession the noblewoman and her the lithe body she carried. Not just any body though - it was that Elf Loving Arquendi, Treyson - her body still dripping with blood and wrapped in a cloak as dark as night, shining against the smoggy torches. It's said they had all made their way to the Gaelan Grandhouse with dark, hateful and vengeful looks where upon Faes' faces.
But the few that dared to call her an Elf-Lover whispered it, for any that dared to look on, could see that her ears had been cut into crude mock-points.
Whatever happened to the woman, it wasn't said. "Moriart Darkstalker," was a dark murmur upon the lips of few.
Bloody footprints still paint the cobbled allies of Doltanbran.
But that was soon forgotten as shouts come from their lips once their horses hit the filth-ridden allies. A dragging trail of footprints led into the Blind Gargoyle had been found.
Agonized screams had been heard as well as the sound of combat within one of the rooms moments prior.
... And then hours later, they said a body was taken from the tavern within the arms of a bitter Lady Mythara Haesion in the center of the Elven diamond procession the noblewoman and her the lithe body she carried. Not just any body though - it was that Elf Loving Arquendi, Treyson - her body still dripping with blood and wrapped in a cloak as dark as night, shining against the smoggy torches. It's said they had all made their way to the Gaelan Grandhouse with dark, hateful and vengeful looks where upon Faes' faces.
But the few that dared to call her an Elf-Lover whispered it, for any that dared to look on, could see that her ears had been cut into crude mock-points.
Whatever happened to the woman, it wasn't said. "Moriart Darkstalker," was a dark murmur upon the lips of few.
Bloody footprints still paint the cobbled allies of Doltanbran.
